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Gender: Female

Age: 29

Appearance:

Maria has a lightly tanned complexion inherited from her Italian father and her Spanish mother. Maria is all angles and sharp edges-she comes from a long line of tall, bony women with high cheekbones and an angular facial structure. In her awkward teen years, Maria appeared gangly and boyish, but she has grown into her figure nicely and has made the subtle yet immediately noticeable transition from "bony" to "slender". She is still inordinately tall, though, standing at 5 feet and 10 inches. Nothing to be done about that.

Maria's hair is a warm, honey-brown color. It is thick and straight, falling about halfway down her back. Maria is fond of styling her hair in all the latest fashions, which requires the extensive use of steel rollers and hair rags. Her eyes are blue-green and usually lined with heavy make-up. Maria has the long fingers of a piano player, mostly due to her genetics (she has never played the piano in her life), and she had perfected the art of gliding across a room. Maria is willowy and graceful, with the posture of a prima ballerina. Her lips are rather average, but with the purposeful application of her favorite red lipstick, they appear to be full and pouty.

Not all of Maria's beauty comes naturally. She worked on her posture and her walk for years, and she keeps herself on a strict diet to maintain her figure (Maria knows for a fact that she couldn't pull off a curvaceous, statuesque look, even if she had any curves; she is much too tall for it) and to keep her skin smooth and freckle-free. After all, when you're in the same business as Maria, your beauty is practically all you've got.

Personality: To others, Maria is a sultry, intoxicating temptress, capable of charming the secrets right out of someone with a coy glance and a flutter of her long eyelashes. She reads people like an open book, a skill honed through years spent in her particular line of work. Sharply observant, perceptive, and brutally analytical, Maria has been taught how to detect subtle shifts in emotion, how to seduce a man (and perhaps even a woman, though Maria has yet to cross that bridge), and how to kill someone in a dozen different ways while dancing the waltz. Enigmatically charismatic, Maria exudes a certain aura that instantly draws people to her. She puts up a playful and coquettish front all while maintaining a certain air of mystery that unfailingly attracts the attention of her target. Elegant and refined, Maria is able to engage in lengthy discussions about a wide range of topics, from European literature to the latest technological advancements and Parisian cosmetics.

Maria hides a spine of steel behind red lipstick and expensive silk gowns, pretending that she has morals and "womanly sensitivities" (whatever the hell that's supposed to mean). In truth, Maria is as about as cold-hearted as they get, thinking mostly of herself and the few people she genuinely cares about. She can be stupidly, blindly loyal to a person or a cause, to the point where she is sacrificing everything for one single thing. Maria is sly and shrewd, often manipulating and blackmailing people into doing her bidding. When she isn't around clients, Maria comes off as a bit stand-offish and aloof, although she is fiercely protective of her "girls". She values her independence and is truly afraid of very few people. Deadly and alluring, Maria holds no qualms against playing men like a flute to achieve her own goals. And oh, play them she does-most people don't stand a chance against the wiles of the venomously beautiful Maria Moretti.

Background history: Maria was the product of a one-night stand in between an Italian gangster and a dockside whore. She grew up on the streets of New York City, foraging for food during the day while her mother worked the wharves and piers of the city at night. Maria's mother told her of her true ancestry when Maria was nine; how she came from a long line of women with...special gifts, and how these women had taken advantage of their gifts through the centuries. Descended from Spanish gypsy snake charmers that fled the country during the reign of Queen Joanna the Mad, Maria's mother could hypnotize others with her big brown eyes, draw people to her with a single touch, and poison someone with a kiss. Maria's own abilities began to manifest in her early teens, and she suddenly understood how her mother could make so much money in the span of a single night.

It was another few years before Maria's mother revealed why she came to America. After getting mixed up with a dangerous crowd in London, Maria's mother woke up one day to find that she'd been robbed of everything she owned. Penniless and with nowhere else to go, she plied her trade until she had enough money to pay for passage across the Atlantic. Once she had arrived in New York City, she intentionally sought out a man to get her pregnant, for if the women of Maria's line reach thirty-five years of age without giving birth to a daughter, they die.

Maria's mother taught her everything she knew until she (rather ironically) died of the Spanish flu during World War I. Maria wasn't even twenty at the time. Thankfully, her mother had left Maria with a considerable sum of money and her father's name and current address. Armed with that information, Maria packed her bags and made her way to Chicago.

When Maria got to Chicago, she snuck into her father's ostentatious home and confronted him. He practically had a heart attack at the sight of her, but he recognized those alluring, mesmerizing eyes and intoxicating touch immediately, despite how long it had been, and he saw how incredibly useful Maria's abilities could be. Maria changed her last name to Moretti and began working as a high-class escort in one of Chicago's speakeasies while secretly passing along information to her father, who ran a vicious gang.

Maria spied for her father-Alessandro Rossini-for a couple of years before she began running a bordello herself. Alessandro passed along funds for the establishment, and in exchange, Maria passed along any pertinent information and did odd favors for him anytime that he needed it. Maria developed a fierce, if unrequited, sort of loyalty to her father as a result of their highly profitable partnership. She is also ferociously protective of the young women who work in her bordello, though she won't take any shit from them.

Maria frequently wears long, ornate hairpins that have wickedly-sharp ends in her hair. She normally has some sort of blade hidden in her bodice or under her skirt, and she sometimes conceals a pretty little pistol with gilt metalwork and a mother-of-pearl handle on her person. Maria is no soldier, but she has a knack with blades and most certainly knows how to shoot a gun.

Maria found herself in trouble in 1940 when the police linked a recent death to her. The man that was killed was last seen with her; indeed, Maria had kissed him hard in an alleyway, poisoning him. Maria was arrested. At first, she was unworried, certain that Alessandro would somehow bail her out, especially considering the fact that she'd killed the man at his bidding, but as time went on, it soon became clear that no help was coming. Maria decided to take matters into her own hands and attempted to escape the facility she was being held in. She was unsuccessful, though the authorities discovered that anyone she kissed ended up dying. When the government began assembling a team of powered individuals to take down Hitler and the Nazis, Maria was offered her freedom after the war was over if she helped to fight. Maria accepted, though she cares more about her vengeance than Adolf Hitler.

Maria is worried that she will not be able to give birth to a girl before she turns thirty-five. She only has six years left, and who knows how long the war could take?

Superpower and how the character got it: Maria is able to hypnotize others by looking directly into their eyes. Eye contact must be maintained, and the effects usually wear off after an hour or so. She can only hypnotize one person at a time.

Maria is immune to most, if not all, forms of poison, and there are trace amounts of poison in her skin. Prolonged skin-to-skin contact with Maria will make the other person feel foggy and a bit like they are drunk. It will make Maria seem irresistible as well, depending on the person. There is also a lethal, fast-acting poison in her saliva, which can kill a man within thirty minutes. Maria wears a thick layer of lipstick to dilute or nullify the poison if she has a client that she doesn't want to accidentally poison. There are also times when she wears poisoned lipstick, when she needs a poison that works even faster than her natural one.

Nobody is quite sure how exactly Maria's ancestors originally obtained their abilities, but Maria is fairly certain that it had something to do with their natural affinity for snakes. She isn't entirely sure where the part about giving birth to a girl comes in, however. Maria resents that she must give birth in order to survive; she places high value in her independence and feels like the one stipulation was somehow placed on the women in her family by backwards old men who couldn't stand seeing women having so much power.

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Óscar laughed at the Frenchman, shaking his head "Hey pal, I think we're supposed t-Oh come on!" he stopped talking just as he saw the Russian female follow the "Franchute" with a jog, turning his head to the Captain as he moved his hands to them and then to the mounting, repeatedly "A-Are we supposed to begin now? You won't even tell us when?" The Spaniard then rolled his eyes and sighed, starting to jog at a moderately good speed, slowly catching up to the Russian female "Я догоняю!". He hated when guys took advantage of the situation, like, "Oh look at me, I'm going to be the first one to start because the Captain hasn't said anything, bah bah bah..." Agh, hijo de puta.

Just as he started jogging, he gave a pat to the Captain's shoulder as he went over him, turning his head slightly again and looking at the two siblings, winking at them as he "shot" at them with his hands, before going back to the race and literally going pale as he saw the mountain. He had gone up there a bunch of times, but for fuck's sake, now they had to beat the Cap's record, which was better than an Olympic athlete. The heat started to punch in, and even though he had lived in hot countries for most of his life, he still was affected by it. Óscar moved his hand to his trousers' back pocket, taking out a medium sized bottle water and opening it as the liquid from inside of it started to gravitate around his head, closing his eyes for a second before he sighed in relief: Now he had a ring of cold water around his neck and head, keeping him cooled down.

This wasn't so bad. He had free air conditioner, a good walk around the mountainside...although he had to admit that the place was pretty, really pretty. Óscar wasn't thinking about the women in the camp, at least not now, he meant the small amount of nature that surrounded the barracks and the base in general. He was used to nature by this point, but everything used to be dry and orange. And now, everything was alive, it was all green, almost as if mother nature herself gifted this gorgeous scenery to the camp itself, just to satisfy it's desires. He then looked up to the top of the Currahee and forgot everything he just said: He was fucked. "Me cago en Dios..."

[Assistant]
Three miles up... three miles down.

Johnathan had heard a few of the solders around camp say that when it came to the run up Mount Currahee; Three miles up, three miles down. It wasn't the kind of run that you sent the physically unfit on right away, you had to build up to it otherwise people were going to drop like flies.

While some of his teammates were quick to jump the trigger and get started, running and jogging up the trail without even waiting for the Captain to start them off, Johnathan actually remained where he was to keep an eye on his teammates. He had already made the decision to jog alongside the slowest member of the team. Partly it was so that he could help encourage someone who might require it more then the front runners, but it also put him in a good position to aid anyone who tripped or who weren't in a good enough condition to continue on their own.

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The others began to assemble for the run. There was Belasy and Izkry-Izkry did all the talking for Belasy, as far as Maria could tell-as well as Jonathan, a scholarly Mormon man; Oscar, an irritating young man from Spain; Kaneda, who Maria knew to be half-German and half-Japanese, which was quite unfortunate, given the current state of the world; Anton, from France; and last but not least, Zhanna, the third woman of the group.

And of course, there was Captain Stevens. He was an annoyingly righteous little holier-than-thou goody two-shoes who would have done anything for a commanding officer. Maria thought very little of him, if she was perfectly honest with herself.

Maria was aware that she stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the group of gifted individuals. Aside from being a woman, she was also the only woman who hadn't received any formal combat training and the only woman who had no combat experience, though she believed herself to be quite adept with slender hairpin daggers or letter-openers, and one could say that the gang violence of Chicago was considered a type of warfare. But having a knack with blades meant next to nothing against an enemy armed with machine guns or grenades. Why, she asked herself for the umpteenth time, am I here again? Logically, is there anything I can do on a battlefield that will help these people at all? Captain Stevens gave Oscar a lecture about the importance of running and training, and Maria resisted the urge to roll her eyes skyward.

Jonathan made some remark to Oscar about looking bad in front of the women, and Oscar responded to his light teasing as all men do. Maria did not deign to give them a reply. She surveyed the rest of the group coolly, her eyes sharp and cold. The captain proposed a race, some sort of competition to get the others to run faster-and Maria ignored it. Like hell I'm going to run, she thought shortly, setting off in the direction of the mountain at a leisurely pace. Walking six miles up and down a mountain was most certainly not an enjoyable experience, especially in the Georgia humidity (and encroaching heat), but Maria wasn't about to run that entire distance, either.

What if, she mused, I simply walk up to that captain and kiss him on the lips. Oh, for the love of God, how wonderful would that be? Maria sighed inwardly. Doing that, unfortunately, would not solve any of her problems. Her father was still alive, for one, and Maria needed a way to kill him before she moved on with anything in her life. Maybe I'll go to New Orleans, she thought idly. Marry a rich southerner and give birth to a daughter before murdering him in his sleep and running off with his fortune. Then, I'll go back to New York. I'll have to teach my daughter our ways, of course, but that won't be a problem. Maria mentally winced. She was already twenty-nine, and the daughter had to come before she was thirty-five. The clock was ticking.

In any case, Maria knew what she wanted-money, power, revenge, and a good life for her daughter. Maria had decided long ago that her daughter wasn't going to put up with the shit that she did. Her daughter wasn't going to sell herself on the streets just to get by. Of course, Maria would tell her daughter everything she needed to know about her abilities, but damn it all, her daughter was going to have a good life. Adolf Hitler could go to hell.


[System]
Age: 18

Skill: shooting (regularly spent time target shooting with friends and family), running (she was on the school running team).

Weapon: .22 rifle

Personality: In pain at the loss of her family, Jealous of those that still have their families or good groups. Kind and caring to those she considers her friends. Understands her limits and always tries to have an escape route planned. Can be paranoid and untrusting of new people and groups. Doesn't get on overly well with other women her age.

Bio:
Molly was at high school when the Walkers came, she escaped alone and tried to find her little brother. When she failed to do so, Molly returned home to wait for her parents. They never came back. After several days and with food running low, she had to leave in order to survive.

Lacking physical strength or force of arms, Molly avoids danger as well as she can and scavenged to stay alive.

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It was a typical Florida day. Hot, humid and devoid of life.
The latter was the new typical. There were "people" wandering about here and there, but they were not what was considered alive anymore.
It had been nearly a year since the dead had started attacking. Anyone who died, for any reason, came back as a monster who had only the most basic instinct : the need to feed. Their danger came from their tendency to attack in large numbers, overwhelming their victims. They weren't smart and couldn't communicate, but they had excellent senses of hearing and smell and were not easily deterred from the chase.
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Jessalyn - clothing store - alone

The world sucked, but she had it better than others. Jessalyn knew that. She at least had a roof over her head, in the form of a wrecked school bus have buried in a crumbling building. She had food, in the form of the cans with missing labels she found here and there. It was a surprise every meal. Would it be peaches? Would it be spagettios? Would it be expired? You never knew.
She had some security, with her knife and gun. Of course the knife was getting dull and the gun was out of bullets but it was something.
And she was squatting in a ruined shopping district that had plenty of places to scavenge. Even with the panicked mass buying people had done and the mass looting afterwards things had gone to hell too fast for everything to be taken. And drifters only took what they could carry easily.

The seats from the bus had been taken out and propped up in various places fanning out from the entrance of the bus, to make it harder to reach quickly. The inside had a sleeping bag on the floor, various boxes of supplies. You never knew what you could use. Such as the hose she had taped to an empty soda bottle that ran up to a tarp on the roof of the bus that collected rain water. She had mastered the 30 sec shower.

Jessalyn was currently looking through a clothing store a few blocks from her shelter. She picked through the clothing meticulously, trying to find things that would even semi fit her. She currently had no way to really wash clothes well so she frequently had to scavenge.

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Katie - railroad tracks - running

The little body wove in and out of the various abandoned rail cars. A man was chasing her, his swears getting nastier.
"Little bitch! I'll cut your fingers off for stealing from me!"
Katie slid under a car and out the other side, sliding down a hill and into a drainage pipe before the man got close. Her pursuer tried to follow but gave up quickly since he was so big he would have to crawl an inch at a time, plus he would have to leave his gun behind. Instead he went back up the hill and over to the other side, intending to wait for her to appear at other end of the pipe.
It took him nearly five minutes to realize she had doubled back and had climbed back out the way she entered and was long gone.

Katie ran in the brush alongside the tracks, holding to her chest what all the fuss had been about : a bag containing two cans of corn and a box of bandaids. She had used the crying ruse to get the man to stop and try to help her. Once she was at his camp she helped herself to the cans while he had gotten bandaids for her skinned knees. She had snagged the box before she took off running.

Crying always worked. Adults always thought she needed rescuing. They never even considered that she was playing them like a flute. They also thought she was helpless. At least the man who had tried to hurt her had thought that. She had led him right into a walker herd and she wasn't sorry.

She finally stopped once she felt she was far enough away. Thankfully the cans had pull tops on them. She ate the corn greedily with her hands, even drinking the juice from it. She remembered hearing her mom talk about nutrition and how things like bread and corn turned into sugar in your body and it wasn't healthy to eat too much. But she was sure her mom wouldn't mind her eating a whole can of corn now.

The other can she was saving for later. It was in her school bag along with the box of bandaids, a cracked coffee cup, a nearly empty box of animal crackers, her pencil box that had a ruler and a few pencils and pens that were out of ink, a box of matches, a compact mirror and a comb with the handle broken off.
Most of the things she had she had stolen from people. Her parents and teachers had always taught her that stealing was bad and the police would take her away if she stole. But she hadn't seen any police in a long time. There were a few times when she wished the police had come to get her when she stole. Even if they put her in jail, at least it was somewhere safe. And policemen always had guns.

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Ayla - Bike Store - Alone

How long has it been since Ayla has seen someone? A real person, not one of the walking dead? Even Ayla doesn't remember. Her life has been measured day-by-day since the event she calls the Cataclysm. That's the only way she could explain it. How else could the world go from perfectly fine one moment, and than hell on hear a second later? Right now Ayla was looking for an bike shop. She had seen an old advertisement in a looted out bar for bike repairs nearby and hoped she could snag one herself. Beast walking. And trying to use a vehicle in these conditions was nearly suicidal; the horde would hear you easily, they didn't care if you ran into them, and usable fuel would be a hot commodity. Not to mention traffic was terrible. But a lot of things people took for granted would quickly become rare. Clean water, electricity, gasoline, and most of all sanity.

Eventually Ayla would find the shop, but unsurprisingly it has also been looted. A lot of the bikes were gone, a lot of the protective clothing and helmets were gone, even the tools used to fix them were gone. All that was left were a few children sized bikes and even those were broken or simply too small for Ayla to use. Suddenly, she heard some movement in the back. Ayla was fast on her feet and went to hide behind the counter, picking up a small metal bolt and loading it into her sling. She waited there silently, waiting to see what the noise was. She hoped it god it was just one of them: she could kill a lone walker. Maybe two if they don't get her at the same time. But if it was three or more, she'd have to get out fast.

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 "Hold," Rex whispered, squatting down beside an abandoned car, his body leaning against the passenger-side front wheel while his eyes peered over the hood down yonder, gazing at a mass of people who seem to have assembled in the middle of the parking lot of the Sawgrass Mills Outlet Mall. Rex's partner acknowledged the command with a small, subtle huff. The people... they moved funny. They seemed as though they could never truly attain perfect balance and their joints appeared rigid, their extremities piloted with a total lack of precision. Rex immediately knew why. These weren't people at all. These were what people became after.

 His eyes were covered in the shadow of his black hat's brim as he squinted to try and see just what was motivating this small horde to gather. These morbid shells of flesh always seemed to have a singular motive; hunger. No doubt they found something or someone to sate their appetites, but the crowd was too dense to see passed. It was hard to confirm what the prize was. Regardless, he and King didn't hear any screams. The worst part was already over. Now all that was left was the grotesque consumption of their victim.

 Rex let out a disappointed grunt. In times that he could help the living, he would. It seemed as though he was too late to be of any service here, though. No point in wasting energy or ammo on these biters. They were distracted and would continue to be until every last morsel of their victim was gone. Rex looked to King and the German Shepherd immediately met the gaze awaiting further instruction. Rex brought up an index finger and touched right between his eyebrows before bringing that same finger down like an ax, pointing toward the western end of the parking lot, which was populated by even more abandoned cars, but with far less undead. King took the silent order and complied, making himself small as he crawled, moving quickly each time he was exposed and slowing down again when his presence was hidden by one of the vehicles. Rex followed suit, hunched over holding his bow and quiver in place on his back so that they wouldn't rustle or make any unnecessary noise as he moved.

 It didn't take long before the duo was far enough away to be out of earshot of the ghouls. Rex's muscles relaxed a bit more and King's demeanor did as well, the dog's mood ever the reflection of his owner's. A rumble then sounded out into the air, causing King to look sideways at Rex's stomach. The cowboy exhaled out of his nose in a sort of laugh. The zombies weren't the only ones that were hungry. It had been a while since their last meal. Rex had come to the outlet mall to try and scavenge any morsels he could get his hands on. Since the main entrance was occupied, he would have to go at it from the side.

 He glanced at the western entrance and luckily saw no impediments. Looking at King again, he performed the same gesture as before, only this time it ended with his index finger pointing toward the way inside. King immediately obeyed, moving a few yards ahead to scout the area while Rex slowly followed behind, ready to grab his bow from it's sling at a moment's notice.

 With only a few more yards to go before they were officially in the courtyard, something made the duo immediately freeze in their tracks. There was a scream, shrill and blood curdling, followed by two loud gunshots. King's ears went straight up as he froze in place while Rex's eyes grew to a nearly unnatural size. The commotion wasn't far and seemed to be coming from the right. Biters don't use guns, though. Rex and King refused to move, trying to decide if it was worth their attention... trying to gather what the hell the situation could even possibly be down there. Then they heard something else that sent a chill down Rex's spine, causing goosebumps to appear on his arm. On the opposite side, coming from the left was the raspy moans and shuffling footsteps of the dead who also appeared to be interested in the gunshots. Rex and King found themselves in the middle of a disastrous sandwich. He looked to his dog and managed to utter only one word: "Fuck."

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Molly - road - walking

The heat bore down on Molly like an oven, her feet ached from walking and sweat soaked her back from where the rucksack prevented it from letting air circulate. Turning to look behind her, far back down the road a lone figure stumbling and shambling on. The heat distorted the figure but she could tell it was one of them. The occasional lazy breeze brought the smell of rotting flesh with it.

"Damn thing has been following me for miles" she said aloud. Talking to herself was a habit that had stopped worrying her a long time ago. Molly dropped to a crouch and swung the bag off her back, opened it up and grabbed the last water bottle inside. "Half full, dammit" she muttered, rummaging through the bag to check everything else was still there. 13 bullets, a tin of sardines, a couple trail bars and her notebook.

She needed to find more water, the last road sign had said the next town was 8 miles up, which meant more walking.

With a sigh and a glance behind her at the ever persistent follower, Molly started up again putting one aching foot in front of the other. Cursing under her breath as she went "8 more miles, 8 more miles...


[System]
Age:
15.

Gender:
Female.

Appearance:
Camryn has brownish skin and straight, black hair as a result of her Māori heritage. She's fairly tall (5' 10"), and usually wears her (quite long) hair in a ponytail. Her eyes are a light hazel color, over which she wears a pair of slim-framed glasses. She's generally seen wearing jeans and various space-themed t-shirts under her school uniform.

Personality:
Camryn is very gregarious and lively, always talking to people and trying to get to know them. However, if someone causes her to dislike them, they will know immediately, as her personality when talking to them will do a complete 180; she will become cold and harsh, throwing out sarcastic remarks like candy and never raising her voice.

History:
Camryn was born in Wellington, New Zealand, to an employee of Industrial Illusions' New Zealand branch, her mother, and a stockbroker, her father. As she grew up, she took an especial interest in two things: her mother's work (and Duel Monsters by proxy), and space. Over the years, she helped her mother design several cards, including some of the new Cyber Dragon support. Her parents got her a telescope and a Duel Monsters deck for her 13th birthday, and she's used both almost every day since. Her father heard about Duel Tower from a friend of his who sent his son there, and after talking it over with Camryn and her mother, they decided that she would enroll there to learn how to become a pro duelist.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
The Gradius monsters (Falchion Beta, Victory Viper XX03, Blue Thunder T-45, etc).

Chosen courses:
Turbo Dueling/Xyz Summoning.

Current dorm:
Wind.

Chosen Structure Deck:
Deepspace Rebellion, a custom structure deck.

Custom Structure Deck List:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
2x Deepspace Berserker
2x Deepspace Suffocator
1x Falchion Beta
1x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
2x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Berserker Soul
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Solar Ray
1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Painful Escape
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder
1x Rare Metalmorph

Chosen Pack:
Cybernetic Revolution.

Current deck:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
3x Deepspace Berserker
3x Deepspace Suffocator
2x Falchion Beta
2x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin
1x Machina Fortress
2x Cyber Dragon

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
1x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder

Collection:
Chaos Emissary, Split Persona
Spellbook of Equilibrium x 3
Chaos Emissary, Lord of Summoning
The Depths of Space x 2
Deepspace Berserker
Chaos Emergence
The Chaos Emperor's Castle
Cyber Dragon
Gravesoil Sediment Golem
1x Steam Gyroid
1x Indomitable Fighter Lei Lei
1x Tyranno Infinity
1x Cycroid
1x Shien's Spy
1x Doitsu
1x Wroughtweiler
1x Steamroid
1x Cyber Archfiend
1x Berserker Soul
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid

Points:
50.

[User] Megan grinned when she saw Camryn sit next to her. "Nope never seen him before, but-" the rest of her statement was cut off by the duel starting. It was exciting for the first three turns, then it was over and Megan was left with not much more knowledge than she started. Luckily however it seemed they still had a chance to action duel. "Hey lets go see if we can get into an action duel!" Megan said excited and grabbed Camryn's hand leading her to Snipes. [color=reed]"Teach- I mean COLONEL, can Camryn and I have action duel please."[/color] She asked eagerly, hoping he would accept. Megan wondered if they would play on the same field or not. So many things to wonder about.

[Assistant]
Hayato had tried to get away from the group but sadly his sister had decided to stick around with Shinrei and Tsukiko and Hayato was dragged along with her watching the Action was not very impressive as it was over before it even began...
Hayate noticed Leander and Vincent arriving and knew what would happen if Leander came close to Shinrei again, She hated how he would be so cold to everyone he met and grabbed Shinrei's hand and ran away towards the academy leaving Hayato with Tsukiko,Vincent and Leander, Hayate never actually realized how fast she ran as they arrived at the entrance within a 3 minutes she looked at Shinrei and remembered her dream and looked like she was ready to bolt again but attempted to speak [color=00aeef][/color]

Hayato who noticed her sister running off with Shinrei and tried to be witty "Bronapper Hayate strikes again!" following it up by looking at Vincent and walking towards him "Vincent." Hayato called out his name "if that's your name that is... I hope you are ready to face death! do you have any last words? Hayato said threatening hinting at a duel by tapping his duel disk and looked at Leander and wondered if he'd be alright with just Tsukiko as he felt like he needs a way to blow off his frustration what better way for a duelist to cool down? a duel of course!

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Sitting in the stands, Nathaniel could not help but cover his wide-open mouth in response to how atrocious that was. Good for the duelists for trying their best with what they had, but man, that was terrible! First the boy from Wind picks up Lousy Luck, then the boy from Light picks up a complete dud. Nathaniel has seen duelists make even Mad Hurricane work to their advantage before, so seeing this was pretty sad. Nathaniel could already tell from some of the students' reactions that Action Duels were about to get a pretty bad reputation, which was frankly an upsetting thought.

Nathaniel let out a sigh as he stood up and prepared to leave, when his ears suddenly perked up at the sound of "Action Duel." He looked to see a red-haired girl and her friend ask the Colonel for an Action Duel. Grinning, Nathaniel decided to sit back down and stick around. Hopefully, this one will go a little better than the last one.

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Shinrei saw Leander was approaching where he stood up from where he was seated and was about to say something when the girl named Hayate grabbed his hand and took off with him. He didn't really get upset though he found unusual and the sign of someone who was lonely. He thought to himself as Tsukiko covered her mouth in complete surprise by what Hayate just did. So... she's just like... is it possible? This girl knows loneliness just like me, but she is reunited with her brother so why does she feel so abandoned? He was about think more about that until they reached the door where something unexpectedly happened because Ethel was waiting at the entrance of the door.

"Hayate, put my brother down, please." Tsukiko requested but the girl had already gotten too far out of range for her to be heard. She sighed deeply as she saw Leander bringing over another individual who she saw was dueling earlier who beat Leander. Probably a good thing she drug her brother off because Leander looked kind of down after the duel due to the fact he lost. "Hey, you did your best, Leander." Tsukiko said as she approached him with her encouraging words following right behind her. She placed her hands on his shoulder and nodded as she smiled for a moment then added. "That's all that matters, right?"

"Who is this new friend of yours, Leander?" Tsukiko questioned as she pondered the thought as he approached her. She noticed he had a really strong deck that could be comparable to her brother's old deck he used. She didn't want to say anything about her brother's past, because she knew that he might not like it if she did. She was about to say something to Vincent when Hayato said some rather disturbing words where she kept her giant fan on stand by in case he was out of line.

"Vincent." Hayato called out his name "If that's your name that is... I hope you are ready to face death! do you have any last words?" Hayato said threatening hinting at a duel by tapping his duel disk and looked at Leander and wondered if he'd be alright with just Tsukiko as he felt like he needs a way to blow off his frustration what better way for a duelist to cool down? Tsukiko was a bit confused and on edge when she heard Hayato speak such disturbing words. She almost whacked him over the head when he said 'Do you have any last words?' but stopped her from being moved from behind her back to strike him with it. 'I hope you are ready to face death!' made her make a very long sigh in disappointed where she unveiled the fan, but luckily she followed his words closely and just didn't whack him by instinct like she did her brother and father.

She turned her eyes toward Vincent who gave her a rather disturbing aura. She couldn't contemplate what exactly bothered her about him, but she knew that he looked like a trouble-maker. She stared at him in suspicion with a very icy cold gaze which stared into his eyes like a Medusa and if you stared too long like her brother it would paralyze in place most of the time. The gaze sent chills down the spine of her own brother when he came into eye contact with that creepy look on her face as it was a serious 'don't mess with me or I'll kill you' kind of stare. "So you're the one they call Vincent..." She said with such a cold voice and the atmosphere around her must have dropped below zero because she was as frigid in expression as her brother was now. The dangerous stare from her meant only two things one a prankster or two a pervert. It had to be one of those two, but she just didn't know which one. She kind of laughed in his direction with a smile that tend to flinch.

[User] well that was short Angelo said with a yawn seeing that it wasn't very entertaining considering how fast the duel went. Angelo will no doubt do better when he is in his first turbo duel for now he didn't know what to do. He didn't really want to action duel in the first place he was just offering to the teacher because he didn't want to be hand picked when nobody else volunteered. As Angelo grabbed his things he got up and headed towards the entrance seeing Ethel was their Angelo gave her a wave of hi before he started to head back to the dorms. He decided to try and give her the aloof style and see if she responds to guys that don't give her the time of day as Angelo started to head back to the building

[Assistant] Seeing how no one was coming around once more Andre pulled out his harmonica. He'd decided to bring it with him just in case he got into another duel. He played the song quietly but it was once again the same ominous and dark tune he had played during his duel. He liked that theme. It was spine chilling and it left people uncomfortable. Though if someone asked him to stop, like the teacher for instant, he'd put the thing down if asked. It was just something he enjoyed doing in his spare time. It was soon after that Ben showed up and patted his brother on the back, "Woah man that was one hell of a jog. How'd it go?" Ben asked as Andre told him the match was piss. It lasted three turns and it was incredible one sided due to sheer luck. "Really dude? I guess the other dude needed to chill out and let his opponent make a move. But not a lot of people like to chance a loss. Some people don't care about making their opponent look bad. I just hope the next one's better...well I got another two more laps to go better get moving." Ben said as he patted on brother on the shoulder one more time. Andre noticed he had taken off his blazer and put it around his waist and had unbuttoned the top of his white shirt. His brother was a health nut through and through and he figured he would not give up the chance to get in one more work out before another class. Though he had the feeling Ben wouldn't be much alive for the next class. So once more Andre put his lips to his harmonica and let the music flow through. He only hoped the next little activity could be at least plain not bland. A normal duel should have SOME stuff at stake and not be a couple route of one player. It made him want to volunteer for the next one and make it a three way action duel. But Andre hated the stipulation he was playing on some bull crap card's terms that could screw him up bad. "The world's so cold..." Andre muttered between verses in his song, "The wind's so sharp..." - "Sending chills down the spine..." - "I feel it in my bones... that old scrapin' pain...."

[User] Camryn blinked in surprise. "Well, that was... fast. And kinda scary. The one guy seems kinda full of himself, honestly." Then Megan grabbed her hand and yanked her over to the (very imposing) teacher to request an Action Duel. After she regained a bit of composure, she joined in the begging. "It'll be better than that other one, I promise!"


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Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

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"What the fuck?" Miguel whispered on his comm. Neil could tell Miguel wasn't really passionate about taking risks. He was a 9-5 kinda guy. Still, the pilot was confused too, seeing Junebug heading down the ridge with a thirteen or fourteen year old carrying a rifle right behind her. He knew it was a kid but if he decided to turn that barrel on Sayeeda she'd have no chance of surviving. Taya behind the both of them should have made him feel at ease, but lo and behold it didn't. They might not be too far off, but with the sun glaring down on Neil he wasn't the crackshot he usually was.

"Who the hell is that?" Neil called to her when she was in earshot, vaulting over the back of the junker they'd been driving.

"Who the hell are you!?" The younger kid said, pointedly trying to make Neil not talk past him. Far from it, actually. Neil was a big kid himself. He knew kids were far smarter and more wiley than people gave them credit for. That being said...

"Who the fuck are you talking to!?" He yelled at the kid.

"Down boy. You're here to be pretty, not speak." Junebug remarked, trying to hide a smile from him. Neil gave her a look, knowing she was just trying to demasculate him in front of the kid. Taya had arrived to stand by the young shooter, and Neil thought they were pretty much the same size. It nearly made him laugh, but he decided to just poke Sayeeda more to explain what was going on. She acquiesced a moment later, taking the sling of her rifle off her shoulder and placing it beside her seat in the junker. "We're taking this kid back to his place."

"Is that cool with the boss?" He asked.

"We were hired to protect the caravan...we protected it. What does it matter we're a little late to making it back? They don't pay us to kill kids."

Neil tongued his toothpick, hefting his own gun in the sunlight. "You got it, Captain."

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Judging by his increasingly demanding comm calls, Miguel was both confused and irritated by Sayeeda's new passenger. She made no reply to his transmissions simply staring out into the desert, which was probably unprofessional as he was technically the representative of her putative employer. At one point Miguel went so far as to swerve toward their car. Sayeeda reacted to this simply by laying her rifle across her lap, casually, but in a fashion that pointed the weapon at the Spider commander's jeep. The disrupter rifle was a formidable weapon but, as she had seen on Cylonikea, it lacked penetrating power. The solution had been to attach an underslung grenade launcher that she had stripped from an assault shotgun. The lancher was configured to fire self forging penetrators, copper discs seated against a small charge of explosive that would forge the plate into a spearhead of hypersonic metal. The weapon was designed to threaten light armored vehicles and would certainly gut a soft skin jeep like a rifle bullet opening a can of soup. Miguel probably didn't realize exactly what the weapon was, but it would be obvious to a fool that being on the other end of it was contra-indicated and he made a frustrated gesture and swerved away.

"What are you thinking?" Taya asked, clearly uneasy with the situation. The young woman had the most visceral distaste for the bandits but she was obviously determined not to be caught napping.

"For right now we are going to finish this job," Junebug said glancing sideways at Neil. The pilot didn't appear to have a reaction, which might be because he was thinking along the same lines as Junebug. The convoy rolled up out of the valley and over the low hillock at the end. A broad valley spread out before them, incongruous green due to irrigation channels that gathered a shallow river into weirs and canals that radiated outwards from the water like the bones of a fish. Small huts stood at intervals along the canals surrounded by a greenish orange crop with thick succulent leaves like beach grass. The hutts appeared to be made primarily of sheets of extruded plastic, often printed with the logos representing beers and soups and other canned goods. Judging by a half destroyed hutt on the edge of the town, the locals packed mud between two layers of the stuff to provide some insulation from the heat. Small kitchen gardens surrounded the huts, mostly beans, tomatoes, and other crops which could be trained to climb wooden lattices. Here and there, scrawny chickens wandered pecking at bugs and other fare among the plants. The locals toiled in the fields, picking the leaves and tossing them into woven wicker panniers or scooping buckets of water from the canals to pour into pvc piping that served as cheap drip irrigation. At the end of the village where the much diminished stream turned away to the west was a large shed sided with corrugated iron. Judging by the pile of picked leaves at one end and the barrels of transport matrix stacked haphazardly at the other, that was the … facility might be to grand a term, that the spiders used to stabilize and transport the narcotic leaves. Beyond the shed was a banked dirt road which followed the river. Along the top of the bank were a series of stakes, perhaps a half dozen, each decorated with a corpse in various stages of decay. Some were merely blackened skeletons but the latest one was ripe enough that the sound of vehicles cresting the ridge startled a swarm of flies into the air, though they returned just as quickly.

"What the fuck?" Taya exclaimed, pulling out her binoculars to get a better look. Seeing it up close didn't please her any more and she gagged slightly.

"You bastards did this!" the kid beside Taya snapped in a voice that clearly verged on tears.

"They shoot anyone who they think grows too much food and not enough drugs, or anyone that dosent grovel enough and they stake them up there," he spat. Junebug's mouth compressed into a frown but she didn't speak.

As the small convoy pulled up in front of the shed a dozen bored looking Spiders ambled out into the midday sun. Some of them looked like they might have been drunk or drugged, others scratched and swatted at insects but all were heavily armed. Miguel hopped from his jeep and started to stalk towards the trio of mercenaries. Before he could open his mouth however a woman in a dirty white dress let out a shout and rushed across from the nearest field.

"Rodrigo!" she shouted arms opened wide.

"Mama!" the sniper, apparently Rodrigo, shouted and tried to hop out of the car. Unfortunately the woman's run brought her past Miguel who grabbed her by the neck. The woman whipsawed in an almost comicbook fashion and let out a strangled squeak. Rodrigo let out a scream and grabbed for his rifle but Neil slapped his hand down on the weapon to prevent him from pointing it. There was a general stiffening as men grabbed for their own weapons.

"Looks like I get to wipe out a whole family of useless scum," Miguel commented, sounding very much like the cat who ate the canary as he drew a pistol and pointed it at the womans head.

"Hey," Junebug called, "they aren't paying us to shoot women and children."

"Shut it bitch, they aren't paying you at all! We know how to keep order in our own territory and we don't need no advice from snooty off world putas!"

"Funny," Junebug observed, "that wherever you go in the universe you will find someone willing to call you a bitch and a whore. Some things truely are universal.

"Junebug we can't just let…" Taya began but Junebug chopped the air to silence her as she vaulted over the side of the car and landed facing Neil, Taya and the boy.

"This train is about to start rolling kids," she told them in a quiet serious voice, "if anyone wants to get off, now is the time." Rodrigo stared at her in mute terror his eyes darting between her and his mother.

"You know I'm always ready to dance babe," Neil replied with a wink.

"Junebug… there are thirty of them…" Taya began, clearly not wanting to look afraid but also cognisant that they were out gunned to an almost ludicrous degree.

"Thirty seven," Junebug corrected, then turned and walked over to where Miguel stood. She had her rifle but she kept it pointed out the ground, her manner nonchalant and the thugs seemed to relax.

"Please spare my son!" the woman wailed imploringly, Miguel responded by clouting her with the barrel of his pistol hard enough that the gun came away bloody. There was a strangled shout from the car and Miguel grinned evilly.

"So goods delivered, jobs done right?" Junebug asked, her voice so casual that despite the tense situation the guards seemed to relax another degree. Miguel frowned as he clutched the moaning woman, clearly taken aback by the apparent non-sequitur.

"What are you talking about?" he demanded. Junebug made a gesture that looked like a shrug with her rifle.

"I mean, we have delivered the goods so the job is complete? Right?" she asked, making the same gesture with her weapon.

"Of course the job is complete you stupid…"

Junebug's left hand came out from behind her back and tossed something small and hard at Miguel. His attention had been on her disruptor rifle and so he was taken by surprise. The grenade hit him in the mouth with a clack of breaking teeth and then exploded in a blinding white light that made the midday sun seem like a distant candle. The blast was literally stunning to anyone looking at it, which she hoped wasn't Neil and Taya, but her helmet's sophisticated combat AI was able to blank her visor and harden her hearing protection to resist the concussion. It didn't protect her from the overpressure of the blast, but between her battle armor and years of experience she was still able to move. Sayeeda leaped towards Miguel tackling the woman to the ground a she caught her around the waist, the weight of her gear and armor bowling her over effortlessly. Gunfire erupted from all points as the gangsters tried to shake off the effects of the flashbang. Junebug picked the woman up and tossed her bodily into the nearest canal and then leaped after her, landing in the hip deep water in a spray of mud before whipping her weapon up to rest on the edge of the improvised trench and opening fire.

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The flash bang lit Neil's eyes up like someone had brained him and he saw the white flash of death. He had managed to close his eyes just after it exploded, and he was wearing his shades, so while he didn't get the extreme brunt of the weapon's explosion, he did experience some real bad disorientation and a very picturesque image in his head of Junebug's stance and the surprised mercs. An image that was very much now outdated as Junebug had likely moved and the men had probably fallen over in surprise. Neil crouched down and closed his eyes, moving to the right where he recalled one of the ramshackle sheds stood.

He heard four rounds pop off to his left, and he recognized it as Junebug's rifle. A curse sounded from past Neil's position, and he heard three heavy thumps. They were likely falling bodies.

"Do you feel like killing someone Neil?" He said in a faux-Sayeeda tone, sarcasm dripping out of his lips. "You don't mind if I throw a flashbang do you? Nyeh nyeh nyeh."

Truth be told he was just being dumb. He actually preferred this all happen rather than letting the kid's mother die in front of his eyes. That and Junebug throwing her weight around was sexy as fuck. As long as they killed all these men and didn't let it get leaked back to Stinger, they would still have employment and make a mother and her kid very happy. He opened his eyes and saw his vision was more or less back, and he theorized he had about another four seconds before the merc's eyes came back to full capacity too, so he took the best of it and flipped the safety off his autogun.

Rather than join the captain, he went the opposite way to flank the mercenaries, raising the gun to his eyeline to aim with his ironsights. Crack, crack, crack! Three head shots, the bullets punching through scarfs and skulls. He switched to burst fire and started to fire once more, taking men in the heads, chests, arms, and lower backs. Dust kicked up and people began to scream as the mercs started firing back wildly. Neil cursed and rolled, taking a small hit in the lower leg. He stopped and saw blood streaked behind him but he checked and it had only been a glancing shot.

He turned his gun to full auto, 15 shots left and all of them were sprayed in two passes through the shed he hid behind, knowing the mercs were just on the otherside. Following the shots from Junebug and the wild ones from the mercs, Neil knew there was pretty much none of them left by the time he had expended his clip. Hastily shouldering the weapon along its strap, he took out his sidearm and aimed it ahead, stepping out to see Junebug rising from her position, seemingly satsified. Taya, for what training she had, was still crouched behind the little trench.

Rodrigo and his mother clutched one another, too shaken to really appreciate the moment just yet. Neil turned to see about a dozen dead bodies, punctured and ripped to shreds by all the gunfire. Miguel's head was bloated like a blood gorged tick, shattered teeth splattered across the ground.

"Man," Neil said. "That was some attack by the Spiders. Better go tell Stinger, eh?"


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Character Sheet
Age: 74
Race: Desert Elf
Description/picture (if you want) Lia can be described as an Arabian Nightmare, her tanned skinned scorched by the sun stand in stark relief of her red tattoo's that cover her arms and legs in harsh geometric lines, dispersed with swirling ivy that trails its way to the center of Lia's body, coming to stop at a solid ring around her belly button. Her face was tattooed in the same way, but here it added a softness to her face that her hard lean body lacked. Years of training in the hot desert sun had left little softness in Lia, but she did mourn the loss of that gentle femininity some days, and was known for brief fits of compassion and caring. Her eyes were a striking tiger's eye color, Honey, sunflower and fresh packed earth mixing into her iris' causing a riot before fading into black at the center and outskirts of her eyes. Her long jet black hair fell to her bottom, and was tied into two long braids skillfully wrapped in cloth of different bright colors. At the Manor, Lia typically wears skinny jeans, doc martins and a simple tight white guinea tea. The angry red hue of her tattoos make themselves known through the thin stretched fabric, and Lia felt a zing of pride. Her plump lips wear constantly being tugged into her mouth by her lip ring, keeping them a bright natural red color. Standing at 5'9, Lia felt easy and confident in her own skin.
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Powers: Fire wielding, some proficiency with air and earth wielding.
Weapons(if any): Throwing knives held by a leather hilt, 2 9mm hand guns strapped to each thigh and a rudimentary throwing spear blessed by her desert elf tribe. True ability uknown.
History: Lia was born and bread in the desert of Marrakesh near Iberia to a small tribe of Desert Elves who had lived peacefully for years with other nomadic beings, humans who made their life on the desert and those who were searching for relief from the manmade world. Their tribe had lived happily, training each generation to be warriors, lovers, and protectors. Keeping ancient customs alive, Lia had an old soul that spoke of generations of ancestors. But she also had a temper. Her powers for fire wielding were too vast, too much for the small unnamed tribe to help her wield any longer. Soon they became wary of her, stopping conversation as she entered the room, declining invitations for hunting or trading trips, so she went alone. She became bitter, the fire in her veins nothing in comparison to the fire the burned white hot in her eyes. With her spine rigid, she walked into her Grandmother's dwelling, a small hastily built hut her tribe erects during the sand storm season for each of its elders. The rest of the village sleeps together huddled into one giant yurt filled with furs and hides, pillows in bright colors and the smell of Shisha strong in the air. Her grandmother was Lia's only living relative, and had been ill for a long time. As elves dont typically age at the same rate as humans, Lia's grandmother must be impossibly old. The millennia lumbering slowly on as Tal's body weighed down and became creased with age. Lia looked at Tal and told her that she needed to leave and discover more help in wielding her impossibly large and growing skill. Tal easily let Lia go, understanding her granddaughters need for something more than nomadic customs and its predictability. Though Lia still kept the sands of Marrakech in her veins, her fire needed something more, and she let that flame at the center of her belly lead her towards the House of Rejects.
Odds and ends: (Want to add something not here??)
Lia has been in the technological world for about a year by the time she finally reaches the doors of the House. While she is basically fluent in pop culture and technology, there are sometimes small and glaring gaps in her knowledge. When angered she turns back into the angry desert nomad, and her fire has been growing steadily after every usage, making it difficult to master one level of power before being driven deeper into the molten core that holds her fire. Over the year she has discovered her basic affinity for Air, Earth and water wielding and has become proficient in wielding them together, but her fire continues to be uncooperative.

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Nex @Faerah @Lazerus1

Thortan noticed Liz and a newcomer walk in moments before Lia began. But before he can acknowledge them, the show had started. Lia was meditating, suddenly she had begun convulsing on the ground, her pulsing tattoos black and crawling across her body. As smoke poured from her orifices, the shape of an ancient beast took form above her roaring a challenge to the sky, and a flame to back that challenge. Thortans raptor gaze flicked over to Liz and the new person to see if they would move to interfer, when he saw they wouldn't he turned his attention back to Lia. Her body had stopped convulsing, and her marks had returned to normal, he knew it was over. As Lia stood up Thortan smiled, it was small but he saw the change in her demeanor. She put on what he would call an enthusiastic, and a tad dramatic fireworks show, testing her new control. He stood up and the chair melted away. The ground beneath him churned clearing the valley of the flames touch.

"That's so the Earth can heal and grow new life." He clapped and smiled for Lia. "Well little Firefly, that was simply marvelous. I had no idea that the legendary Kaal slept within you. My dear your power is truly great, I knew you had it to control the power, I am so proud, I am sure the queen would be as well. If you would like, I am the Queen's right hand, I can put in a good word, get you a seat on the council, we do not have a desert elf representative and I can teach you in the ways of the government on top of your other studies. After we find a way to handle the humans. Take time think about it, let me know. Now I must greet our new guest."

Thortan walked closer to Liz and the new comer, a smile wide on his face. He looked the man up and down taking stock of the High Elf. The young man looked twitchy as if unsure of his next action. Thortan stopped short so as not to spook the guy.

"Liz, my somewhat more unstable counterpart. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?? I know what you saw must of been wild, but trust me, you were never in any danger at all, despite the fact that one of the embodiments of the basic five elements dwell within Lia. I am more than confident that I could handle him on a rampage. I am Thortan Masters, owner of the House of Rejects, I see you met Liz, her bite is definitely worse than her bark. But I am sure a scratch behind the ear will relax her, although I value my hand to much to try. My I inquire as to who you are??" Thortan said keeping the mood light to defuse the tension.

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Florence watched the exchange between the desert elf and the Dark elf he assumed to be Thortan. He could feel the slightly unstable elemental power from the desert Elf, next to the veteran and more refined magic from Masters.

As the Dark Elf turned to speak to the pair, Florence carefully examined him. Florence figured he would be able to nullify magic from the trio for about 10 minutes, if that. He had never been in a situation where he couldn't comfortably nullify surrounding magic for as long as he needed. These Elves were different. They were strong, and maybe they could help him get his sister to escape?

'"Liz, my somewhat more unstable counterpart. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?? I know what you saw must of been wild, but trust me, you were never in any danger at all, despite the fact that one of the embodiments of the basic five elements dwell within Lia. I am more than confident that I could handle him on a rampage. I am Thortan Masters, owner of the House of Rejects, I see you met Liz, her bite is definitely worse than her bark. But I am sure a scratch behind the ear will relax her, although I value my hand to much to try. My I inquire as to who you are??"'

AFter Thortan spoke to them, Florence Finally piped up. "I could also help suppress her untamed magic. I've done it before when I helped train others, but if you've got the hang of it maybe Liz would like to train with me? I could always use the practice."

Florence figured he should try his best to assess all of their abilities. Maybe this was he key to do so.

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@Lady Nex@Faerah
Florence watched the exchange between the desert elf and the Dark elf he assumed to be Thortan. He could feel the slightly unstable elemental power from the desert Elf, next to the veteran and more refined magic from Masters.

As the Dark Elf turned to speak to the pair, Florence carefully examined him. Florence figured he would be able to nullify magic from the trio for about 10 minutes, if that. He had never been in a situation where he couldn't comfortably nullify surrounding magic for as long as he needed. These Elves were different. They were strong, and maybe they could help him get his sister to escape?

'"Liz, my somewhat more unstable counterpart. Would you like to introduce me to your friend?? I know what you saw must of been wild, but trust me, you were never in any danger at all, despite the fact that one of the embodiments of the basic five elements dwell within Lia. I am more than confident that I could handle him on a rampage. I am Thortan Masters, owner of the House of Rejects, I see you met Liz, her bite is definitely worse than her bark. But I am sure a scratch behind the ear will relax her, although I value my hand to much to try. My I inquire as to who you are??"'

AFter Thortan spoke to them, Florence Finally piped up. "I could also help suppress her untamed magic. I've done it before when I helped train others, but if you've got the hang of it maybe Liz would like to train with me? I could always use the practice."

Florence figured he should try his best to assess all of their abilities. Maybe this was he key to do so.

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The young man still seemed nervous, but Thortan was sure it was due to his being new. He mentioned being able to nullify magic, a powerful tool against others if the need arose. Thortan looked to Liz wondering if she would accept the challenge or not. He did so enjoy learning new things and since he already tested Lia to a delightful surprise, the borderline eccentric dark elf clapped with anticipation.

"My very wound up friend, I am deeply afraid I had not caught your name. And if I may inquire how far is the effective range of your nullification?? I do enjoy getting a good view, if the good lady accepts of course. Just if so some ground rules. No killing, it's just so messy, blood gets everywhere. No maiming or serious bodily harm, we aren't savages like most humans, besides the screaming keeps me from sleeping. Thirdly, don't throw sticks, it's cheating she can't help but fetch it's in her D.N.A. Lastly, I want to hear many many insults, the funnier the better!! If she accepts good luck!! Firefly, care to join to me in the box seats??"

A section of Thortans wall shifted, giving way to a platform with a couple of chairs for the two to sit. He walked up the set of stairs and began to take a seat, but stopped as a thought hit him. He turned and smiled once again as his clothes shifted to mimic that of an emperor, complete with crown, and walking stick.

"See this is so much more exciting!! Liz dear please go easy, don't break him."

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Lia stood to the side as the conversation swirled around her. Her head was filled with light pure joy, she had finally wielded her power and she was still coming down from the heady rush. Thornton may have thought it was a show for them, but it wasn't. It was her and Aziza playing together for the first time. She truly loved her power, her lovely black panther. A thought struck her, and she smiled. An onyx smoke black panther poured from Lia's belly, her power made manifest to sit beside her. Now that she had a taste of her true power, she wanted Aziza next to her all the time, not just when she closed her eyes and burrowed deep. She wanted to take Thornton up on his offer. She wanted to show the world the power of Kaal, of Lia.
 Up until now the conversation had been greetings, but quickly moved on to power.
"I could also help suppress her untamed magic. I've done it before when I helped train others, but if you've got the hang of it maybe Liz would like to train with me? I could always use the practice." Aziza immediately reacted. Her hackles raised, and she snarled at him. She swiped at him, not close enough to touch him, just to make the threat known. Lia herself stiffened, her tattoos became black and smoke poured from her mouth as she spoke.
 " You will not touch my power." She said, quietly but with iron in her words. Aziza stood to her full height next to her, Lia's hand steadying her head. Twin amber eyes glared at the new comer. They didn't trust him.

 Lia and Aziza turned as one and headed to the box, and sat next to the dramatically dressed Thornton. She glared at the newcomer, and hoped Liz snapped a bone and sucked out the marrow just like at dinner.


[System]
Single Rose
Notable characters:
Status: Main Character, Alive, Travelling to different worlds
Age: 24
About: Belle is a only child. As a child her life was pretty great, with two hard working parents and a wealthy lifestyle. Until her mother became deathly ill. With almost every penny of her parents money going to doctors, she was forced to give up schooling to care for her mother, until her death. Due to this she isn't the sharpest. After being locked in a castle for four years with only Adam and servants to keep her company, she developed what by modern standards would be called Stockholm Syndrome. Now with Adam gone her whole world seems to be falling apart before her eyes.

Name: Madame Leclair
Status: Dead
About: A caring and hard working woman Madame LeClair, was a great mother and well liked person. Physically unable to have more than one child. A fact she and her husband kept hidden. She made sure to spoil her daughter and also teach her the value of hard work. It is unknown what actually killed her, as she became very weak in the end.

Name: Monsieur Leclair
Status: Alive
About: After losing his wife to an unknown illness, and being forced to give his daughter to a monster. Monsieur Leclair went through a state of depression for almost a year before coming up with a plan to get his fortune back and get his daughter back. Then when Belle came back to him, giving him a little bit of hope she had returned. Until she left without notice, and went back to the monster again, agreed to marry him, and returned claiming he was a Prince. This caused Monsieur Leclair to snap and in a fit of anger he kicked Belle out of his house, disowning her and moving back to the city.

Name: Prince Adam Beast
Status: Missing
About: Cursed before he was even born by a witch to look like a hairy monster, or what in modern terms would be known has Terminal Hypertrichosis. Prince Adam grew his whole life being called a monster or beast, causing him to turn a bit bitter towards only people even as a child. When it was discovered that only true love would break the curse, he tried his hardest to be kinder to travelers. Helping those that became lost in the woods. When Belle came to the castle, and he fell in love with her, it almost killed him. Now that he has her in his life things have changed greatly for him, he would never willingly leave her.

Name: Enchantress
Status: Alive
About: W.I.P

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Though the thought that perhaps Belle should have informed Javotte of her last name hadn't crossed her mind until then, thinking it only awkward to do so now, instead she smiled once more.  "A pleasure Madame DuPonte." She answered softly before making sure that someone was making Javotte something to eat and helping her get to a seat.

"I am sorry for intruding. I didn't mean to."

"Oh please, do not be sorry. It is always nice to have guests." Belle said with slight laugh as she sat down nearly missing the face that Jarvotte made as she spoke. Or at least tried to speak, though her words seemed to be giving her trouble until Jarvotte finally settled upon saying she was looking for her sister. Belle raised an eyebrow finding it strange that it took her such a hard time saying such a simple thing. "Well that is quite sad that I have lost your sister. I'm afraid I haven't seen any guests other than you. Although we have been quite busy with wedding plans." Belle said and though it wasn't intentional her tone was slightly defensive.

For years even after her coming to the castle the claiming "the beast" stole their wives or children. It didn't seem as though she was accusing, but the subject of missing people was always a cause for her to be worried. As Amelia brought Jarvotte her plate Belle cleared her throat breaking the silence. "Perhaps some of the villagers know where, or have seen your sister." She said cheerfully again in tone. They hadn't been any help to her, but than again Jarvotte wasn't looking for someone hated.

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Javotte was quite surprised how easily her explanation was accepted. Though Cinderella's Godmother did say each world had a story. Perhaps this world was centered on lost sisters. The thought almost make a hysterical laugh escape her lips. But she forced it down. She had had lots of practice with good manners.

Once the fit passed Javotte was able to detect the defensiveness in the woman's voice. She had heard of witches that ate children. And even of those who stole Maidens. Was this woman stealing people? She was thankful for the distraction of the food. Though now she was more worried about her own safety.

"Perhaps I will." Javotte said as she brushed a deft finger of the plate and the silverware. High class. Javotte confirmed. There was more silverware here than in her home. It was like dining at the castle.

""I am not from this area and I'm very much turned around." Javotte asked slowly. "Do many people go missing in this area?" As soon as she finished she worried that perhaps she should have asked about the wedding instead. But Cinderella was out there somewhere and she had promised to find her. And that mean she couldn't shy away from information.

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Belle gave a slight smile to Javotte as she said perhaps she would go to the village and search. After all she didn't know this woman, perhaps she was lying about her sister. Or perhaps she was like the others, quick to judge and slow to forgive. I thought entered her mind that maybe she should inform her of the things that would be said about Adam now, pled his case to the new stranger before she went to the village and heard what she likely would. However, before she could, Javotte started speaking again and she took it as a sigh she should not.

"Not many, no. Often times people get lost in the forest because of the storms, and Adam gives them food and shelter. Then I see them back in the morning." She said truthfully noticing the somewhat tenseness of her body and how slow her words were as she asked that question. "Lately there is only one person that hasn't come home, but it has been years since this time." She answered sadly before turning her attention to her food instead of going much farther into her answer.

"I must ask though, if you are not from the village or city, why is it that you believe she is here?" Belle asked after thinking about it for a moment, before then it hadn't been much thought to her, someone looking for their sister seemed so simple that she had no real reason to question it. However, if she was from the city she would have known that no one really disappeared without returning home.

[Assistant]
Javotte forced herself to continue to eat normally. She gently checked all the silverware before she changed utensils. She also checked which food she had left still and mentally gauged her path. Manners, manners, manners. What else do you rely on when you might get eaten by a witch?

As Belle continued to speak to Javotte, answering her many questions. At first her answer seemed logical then she added that yes, someone has gone missing. At first she hoped. If it was poor Ella, but no, it had been years. Javotte sighed and placed her silverware down. She couldn't see Belle, but she tilted her head, to hopefully be looking her, to where the woman's voice came from.

"I was told she could be found here from a reliable source." Javotte dropped her head away and sighed again. "Apparently it wasn't as reliable as I had wished if you have truly not seen her." She tensed ever so slightly in her seat waiting for the woman's next words. Most people relied on physical cues for lies and deception. Javotte found the voice told a lot more. If Belle had seen Cinderella and was lying about it, Javotte was sure she'd know with her next words.

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Belle watched as Javotte laid her silverware down looking at her, or perhaps if the girl could see she be looking at her. Though Javotte's head tilted a little to far to the left, Belle wouldn't be one to say anything to harm the girls feelings. Though she frowned a little at Javotte's answer, that a reliable source told her to come here. How lovely, now outsiders were sending people to the castle as well? She gave a soft sigh shaking her head a little.

How she wished that she knew where the girls sister was. If nothing else, to prove to whoever sent her that they wouldn't steal away Javotte's sister. Her eyes looked over at her guest who now hung her head, from what Belle thought to be sadness. Reaching across from her hand found Javotte's and she patted it softly hoping to comfort her in some way. As it truly was the best she could do. "I am sorry that I couldn't be more help. I wish that I had seen her sister so I could send her back to you." Belle said sadly before removing her hand. She always hated to see someone even a stranger sad something that had always annoyed

Their talk was interrupted by the sound of footsteps entering the dining hall. Amelia looked at Javotte for a moment before her eyes looked over at Belle confused. Belle shook her head, to keep her from asking what was wrong. "Are you finished eating Madams? Shall I take your plates?"

"Yes, Amelia." Belle said before looking at what was left on Javotte's plate, normally she would say something if one of her guests left food on their plate. Something that came from being poor for so many years, but she chose against it. "Are you finished Javotte?" Belle added as Amelia took her plate

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Javotte was startled by the touch. She couldn't help the slight flinch at it. It was startling. Yet compassionate. After her ordeal she knew patronizing or actions done just for show. How could she not? So it wasn't the touch itself that made her jump. It was the truth, and sincerity. Belle hadn't seen, not had anything to do with her sister. If Javotte had anymore doubts, the honesty and sadness in the woman's voice would have dispelled them.

"Thank you." Javotte said quietly. And she remained quiet until Belle spoke to her again. She had no real way of knowing how much was left uneaten upon her plate. Nor did she know how to react to the question. After so many years of other people largely making the decisions for her left her speechless. Still, they were waiting for an answer.

"Yes Madam." Javotte said finally. "Thank you."

Javotte lifted the napkin out of her lap and placed it upon the table. "I am truly thankful for your hospitality, but I must be going. You said there was a village nearby that I might try?"

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Belle quickly removed her hand from Javotte's arm when she flinched away from her a little. The gesture was actually not just for show, she truly was trying to be comforting. However, it was becoming apparent her words were making things worse. Or at least it seemed like it was. She frowned and nodded as Jarvotte thanked her. She didn't say anything else either until Amelia came into the dining room to take their plates. Perhaps she should have stopped to think of the fact Jarvotte was unable to see if she was done with her plate. However, the thought never even entered her mind, as Jarvotte was the first blind person whom she had actually met, and she truly didn't know how hungry the girl was.

As Amelia took their plates Belle took the napkin that lay on her lap and dapped her own mouth before sitting it on the table as well, as Jarvotte thanked her for her hospitality. Of course there really wasn't much need for thanks, it was the proper thing for a mistress of the castle to do such things as entertain guests and make sure they had been feed before they left, even offer a place to stay if they had nowhere else. Belle nodded about to thank Jarvotte for her company, before she asked about the village.

Amelia let slip a snort of derision at the mention of trying for help from the village, the bunch of fools didn't know their hand from their feet in her opinion. Having been working in the castle before Beast was even born, she knew full well how hateful and ignorant the towns people were. "I would not expect much from them, Madame." She said before getting a dirty from Belle.

"Amelia! You are being rude, please just take the plates and leave." Belle said both annoyed and saddened that she honestly doubted them able to be much help to Jarvotte either. Belle watched Amelia leave the room before turning her glaze back to her guest. "Please do excuse her Madame, she is still rather sore about the lack of help we have gotten from the town in finding my Adam." She said sadly, fighting the urged to cry once more at the fact she would truly be alone if he didn't return. "However, I am sure they will be much more willing to help you. Perhaps even be willing to speak to you in the first place." Belle finished her tone sounding hopeful.

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Javotte would have blinked, if such a tell still worked for her, when Amelia snorted. Alas there was no time to interject as Belle began talking. When the Lady finished Javotte just sat there, processing what she had said. Cinderella's Fairy Godmother hadn't said anything about other people disappearing. Still, it wasn't something she could ignore. Not after she was sent here. Maybe Cinderella's Fairy Godmother knew more than she had told Javotte.

"Your Adam is missing?" Javotte asked hesitantly. "For how long?" Not that the answer would make a difference. Javotte had paid no head to gossip and so she didn't know for how long Cinderella had been missing before they went to the Castle. It could have been days or for just hours.

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Belle kept a hopeful smile on her face as her guest just sat there for a moment. However, she frowned a little at Jarvotte's question and nodded her head slowly although the girl clearly was unable to see her movements. "Yes, but he will come back. I know he will." Belle answered softly looking away from her guest, her voice breaking a little despite trying to keep herself from crying again. She should have guessed that such a question would have been asked, though she was so used to the subjected being changed whenever Adam came up with others. Much like with Jarvotte and her sister, Belle had no idea where to even start looking for Beast.

"He was done yesterday morning when I went to wake him." She answered still looking away from Jarovtte, before wiping away the moisture that started to form around the corners of her eyes. "The servants other than Ameila are saying he left me for another so he wouldn't have to marry me. But I know it cannot be true, he wouldn't leave me after I broke his curse. Let alone, leave his own castle." Belle finished opening up a little bit more than she intended to her guest.


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"One day I will return to the sea."

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Race: Mermaid changed into a human
Apparent Age: Late teens, early twenties
Actual Age: 100

Appearance: Mira was and still is a young woman of traditional beauty. She has rosy skin with a scattering of freckles across the center of her face. High cheekbones and a finely shaped nose and lips along with long flowing hair. Deep and striking eyes which seem to shift between green and blue never truly settling for either. She is petite and has a womanly figure.

Profession: Pearl Diver

Possessions:
* A small silver knife, made to open oysters and other kinds of shellfish.
* A silver comb of fine craftsmanship, decorated with swirling vines and flowers.

Skills/Magic/Talents:

-Longevity: Mermaids can't die from old age and despite being changed into a human many years ago Mira retained her longevity.

-Swimming: Mira is a great swimmer, a remnant of her life spent in the ocean. Shortly after she became human she discovered her natural talent for swimming and diving. When searching for oysters she can hold her breath for multiple minutes using special techniques while also being able to withstand the low temperatures of the sea water.

-Singing: Another echo of her past life. Mira has a beautiful singing voice which she rarely uses. Only while she's working she'll sing to herself. The songs are often incredibly sad and filled with melancholy. There is something otherworldly about her voice that draws people in. If she wanted to she could probably provide for herself as a singer and make a decent living.

Demeanor: Mira is a very kind and gentle soul that wishes no harm to anyone, but there is a wistful sadness to her that often makes her seek out solitude. She's been hurt deeply and hasn't allowed herself to be very happy for much of her human life. She has a childlike curiosity about her which always makes her want to learn new things, yet there is a wisdom in her words of a life lived. A human life that is. She often speaks of things a seemingly young girl like herself couldn't possibly have any idea about.
She finds comfort in her work as a pearl diver and enjoys the quiet life in the coastal town she currently resides in.

History:
Mira's life as a mermaid is a distant memory, a past life. Her new life began when she became human. Of this life she remembers everything very clearly and its these memories that she returns to every time. She is a woman of the past, who longs for what was. The reason she wanted to become human was to be with a human. It was love at first sight and it filled her heart with joy.
But life as she had imagined it turned out very different to what she'd expected. She had been very young and naïve and as a result she lived with regret for many years. She currently resides in a small town near the coast trying to live her life in peace, struggling with her past and a longing for a life she's all but forgotten.

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The muck of the forest clung to Mazen's boots as he stepped through the dense foliage onto the winding path that lead to the nearby village. He had come to this remote area in the hopes of making contact with more of his people, but he'd had no such luck. As he walked, sending quick glances into the shadowed recesses of the forest to dissuade predators, he once again examined the amulet clasped about his neck. The characters inscribed on it were in the tongue of his people, which he hadn't had occasion to utter aloud in a long time. He had no desire to do so now.

Replacing the amulet beneath his breastplate, Mazen continued along the path until the trees thinned and the village was ahead of him. Nothing about his posture changed as he approached "civilization," to him traversing a village of humans was no different than stalking through the woods at night. His experience told him he would not be welcome in the village, but he didn't care whether humans welcomed him. The village hounds began barking one by one as they scented him, as if he were a wolf threatening the flock. Ignoring them, and the gasps of the few villagers who saw him, he made his way to the building he had identified as the tavern.

Swinging open the door, he stepped boldly into the midst of the laughter and clatter of tankards. However, even his imposing aura of confidence wasn't enough to halt challenges. A burly villager stood up as if to accost Mazen, but after meeting the dark elf's baleful red eyes he sunk back to his bench with trembling knees. His dispassionate gaze raked over the patrons as he took in the room. Deciding on a destination, he made his way to the bar and sat down. His sensitive ears tracked everything that occurred behind him as his fingers tapped the surface of the bar rhythmically, itching to grasp the hilt of his blade.

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Soft humming accompanied Ein as she strolled through town, the wooden wheels of her cart trailing deep tracks as she went. Inside, stacked against the wooden walls were nearly a dozen baskets, most filled with stray leaves, wilted petals and other remnants from today's crop. Not for the first time that day, Ein felt proud of how popular her arrangements had become. Today especially, the townsfolk seemed exceptionally eager to go home with one of her bouquets, and she partly felt bad for not having prepared more. She wondered briefly if today might have been a holiday, and if that's why flowers were in such high demand. Humans had so many after all, and it wouldn't be the first time that Ein forget one. The dates went by so quickly, it seemed, she couldn't imagine ever keeping track of them all. Regardless, she was simply happy to see them all go to people who'd appreciate them.

Loud, drunken voices had Ein slowing her cart down for a moment as she passed by the local tavern, her sharp ears curiously picking up on the slurred but overpowering conversations that slipped through the doors. A small but entertained smile pricked at the edges of her lips before she began moving again, a brief thought to the damages the drunken fools might cause tonight running through her mind. People here always enjoyed a good, loud night, which partly why she was happier living so far outside of town.

That, and the view, of course. Her little cottage was about a mile into the forest, tucked between a small hill and a line of thick pine trees. On her own, it usually only took her a few minutes to reach town, but with her cart, the trek usually took longer. Not that she minded. She admired the thickly wooded environment while she moved, feeling a cozy sense of familiarity wash over her as she headed towards her home. The soft sound of her humming was all she really needed to keep her company during the walk, the sound filling the quiet atmosphere with life.

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Carver pulled back on the reins as August brought him up to the path towards the castle. Haste was all well and good, but it would not do to go galloping up such a winding and steep road - certainly not with the cliffs nearby.

As his horse picked his way up the path, the knight cast his gaze out at the surrounding area. The ocean was wide and blue. The forest was deep and serene. The castle was magnificent, and clearly ancient, and somehow... familiar?

Black wings beat the wind into his face. Teeth like swords, breath like a furnace, eyes wild with hatred. It perches atop the tower and roars a challenge to any man who would slay it. But there are no men...

The knight shook his head clear of the vision. A flight of fancy, nothing more - perhaps a tale he'd heard of some similar castle, half-remembered. If he'd learned anything in the past few months, it was that there were no such monsters; this was a world of mortal men, and mighty deeds.

Peering ahead, he got sight of a shape coming down the path towards him. A woman, almost shimmering by some trick of the light. She moved with more grace than the knight would have believed possible. She was lovely.

"Hello, my lady!" he called out to her. "I am Ser Carver, knight errant in search of a noble quest. It is my honor to make the acquaintance of one so lovely as yourself, though I must ask - is it safe for you to be wandering alone at this hour?"

[Assistant]
Soft falls of petite feet came to a slow halt as the figure seated upon a steed approached. It was peculiar to the Lady Amalthea to see any on the winding path between the castle on the cliff side and the village which resided far below. Few ever traveled the road that joined the two. King Hagard was not known for his warmth and welcoming nature, preferring the solace such distance granted him.

 Glistening white hair flickered in the winds as a slender fingers tipped with thin nails grasped the worn cloak to hold it closed against her frail looking form. She stood there, perfectly still observing the new comer. He seemed familiar, like a vision from a time so long ago. Or perhaps it was something about him that reminded her of the dreams that plagued her evenings. Either way, the flash of familiarity was vanquished from her mind as quickly as it had come.

 Ser Carver introduced himself in a genial fashion and she nodded in response but his question caused her thin white brow to arc; a perplexed expression falling over her delicate features, as if she had never considered the possibility of danger or even hour of day before she had left the assumed safety of the Castles walls.

 "Why would it not be?" the Lady Amalthea asked in a willowy voice that caught on the air to be carried to his ears. The hand which did not hold her cloak taunt to her reached up and swept her silken bangs back, tucking the loose strands behind a tiny perched ear lobe. A flash of lilac and violet star marking being shown from behind the bangs for a brief moment.

 Her head tilted to the side as she looked at him, her sea colored eyes, large and deep seemed to take in no light and reflected nothing back as she awaited an answer to her inquiry.

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Amon stepped from the merchants boat into the port of the seaside town. It was relatively late in the day so the docks were almost abandoned. He could hear a raucous din coming from one of the buildings and he guessed that the dockers could no doubt be found there. They're probably boring the poor ol' barkeep to death thought Amon.

As he started to walk across the quiet docks, Amon noticed the odd looks he was getting. His foreign garb made him stand out like a sore thumb, so he pulled up his hood and walked slowly trying not to draw attention to himself.

Now, he thought where can I find a quiet spot? As he walked Amon passed a lady selling flowers to the locals, she provided him the perfect distraction and he was able to walk past without being noticed. Looking over his shoulder he darted into an alleyway and making sure he wasn't being watched took out his scrying glass.

The small object sat in the palm of his hand, the black leather of his gloves playing against the familiar edges and runes. The scrying glass was shaped like a flower of sorts, the centre was hexagonal with six triangular petals each bearing a single rune at the edges.

Amon breathed deeply before clasping the scrying glass, he started to utter an incantation under his breath. He closed his eyes and his back arched.

Before him a man, not in his place... his purpose strong but unknown, his cloth and role new.

Amon gasped his eyes darting open for the briefest moment before closing once more.

A rider, he was honourable but confused... he was not like the first... he sought purpose reason.

Amon's eyes opened once more and he inhaled sharply as his eyes closed again.

A lady, elegant and nimble stood before the rider... she stood above the town looking down... knowledge he could sense it about her, it swarmed around her...

Amon snapped back into his body gasping, he breathed heavily and placed the scryng glass now red hot into its black case before reattaching it to his belt. Amon looked about once more, and immediately saw the castle looming over the town he now stood in. He wondered... might he find the rider and the lady there, or would he be better served finding this man who was out of place? Amon, after a moment's thought resolved to try and kill two birds with one stone and set about making his way towards the castle, trying to make sense of what his visions had shown him.

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After the stranger had introduced himself as Wally he exchanged a couple of pieces of silver for her oysters, she quickly took them and slid them into a pouch tied at her waist. A few lose coins were easily lost in the crowd if she let them sit in her basket in full view. He hadn't even enquired after the price, so he must either be very hungry or he had enough coin to freely spend as he wished. Mira wondered about this as she watched him enjoy his seafood. Oysters were a delicacy to most, it was a rare and expensive thing, an acquired taste. It was even said they were a powerful aphrodisiac.

When he returned his attentions back to her Mira began to feel slightly uncomfortable. She was often awkward in conversation, finding it hard to behave like herself. Truthfully she didn't feel like sharing the company of other people, men especially. She preferred to be by herself with her own thoughts. Her few hours of selling her wares and a daily stroll through the village was enough for her. Aside from that there wasn't much else she did, not anymore. The times were her days were filled with purpose had gone when he left her.

The young woman moved her braid over her left shoulder and started to fiddle with the fraying ends of the strip of cloth she'd used to tie it.
"I've just recently moved here, I go where work takes me I guess"
"This is a quiet town, nothing much happens here" She spoke about the town as if its quietness was a relief to where she'd lived before. It was peace she was looking for when she left her old village behind and it seemed she'd found it here.

Wally seemed like a very nice young man but she had other customers to see to and a lot more oysters to sell before they were not worth selling anymore.
"Have a good night Wally, it was nice to speak with you" She said with a small smile. Mira retrieved her basket from the stool to her left and made her way back into the crowd.