[System]
Theme: youtube.com/watch?v=vR18NP-acL4

Gender: Male? I'm a slime...no genitals. I think...

Species:
Slime > Amorphous Slime

Appearance:

A fluctuating red and orange colored slime that would probably fill a five gallon bucket. It's genuinely difficult to tell where he's looking unless he "generates" a head with limited facial features.

Goals: The world is vast and new. I want to see it and hopefully not get killed by some idiot newbie with a stick sword.

Past Life:
Asura's past life he only had a few things that stood out. He worked for the city he lived in. Doing things like mending roads, removing trees, cleaning up debris from storms, fixing waterlines and sewage, installing signs and various lights. He's sort of a jack of all trades when it comes to work. Thankfully he wasn't high enough in the chain to be forced to do loathsome paperwork. While not at work he was doing one of three things. Playing video games, namely western styled rpg's with the occasional slice of life genre. Busting his ass at the gym to keep a general strong body. The gym led to the third aspect of his life, boxing. He loved boxing even if he never went pro. His naturally high pain tolerance stacked with building it up higher through training let him dominate local challenges. Despite being a healthy guy and working hard he still died fairly young. He honestly doesn't remember how it happened but he figured it's most likely work related.

Abilities:* Physical Damage Resistance I - Lowers physical damage taken by a little bit. (A bundle skill applying to all three types, Blunt, Slash, and Pierce)
* Blunt Damage Resistance I - Lowers Blunt based damage taken by a little bit.
* Piercing Damage Resistance I - Lowers Piercing based damage taken by a little.
* Magic Resistance I - Magic damage from lower level spells is reduced, regardless of its element. Whenever you gain Elemental Resistances, their threshold will be used first before Magic Resistance is activated. Obtaining at least one level of all Elemental Resistances will cause Skill Synergy and automatically increase Magic Resistance by one rank.
[Earth Resistance I - Take less damage from Earth and Earth Elemental Magic. If all other Elemental Resistances are acquired, this will also increase the rank of Magic Resistance.
* Limited Shapeshift IV - Two properties of your body, not including color, temperature, or base material, can now be altered in the same manner outlined at Rank III. Unlike Rank III, these properties can be maintained simultaneously. Your body, or an extension, could become Sharp AND Hard, or gain a Texture while maintaining another property. Your ability to shift fine details with your base form is increased. The ability to shift fine details with extended forms, such as pseudopods, is now the same as the details on the base form from Rank III. If you alter only one property of a form, such as Sharpness, that property is greater than it was at Rank III. Your maximum reach with extensions remains the same. Forms that are most commonly used or associated with earlier Ranks now cost less Stamina to maintain. Your maximum "reach" with stretched portions of your body remains the same. While maintaining your original mass your ability to alter fine details is increased. A "blade" made from your body could be shaped in various ways, for instance, but a pseudopod with a blade at its tip would not be so refined; this would apply to other features like imitated body parts or facial traits.
* Stamina Furnace I - A form of physical and mental cultivation akin to meditation. Similar to concentrating on the beat of one's heart to calm it, you have accelerated the rate of physical recovery. Expend Mana to restore Stamina. This effect is increased if you have recently eaten, as it speeds up digestion--however, this may require larger amounts of food
* Blood Drain I - Through physical contact with whatever body part or orifice the user needs to eat and drink, drain the target's blood through an already open wound. In addition to dealing damage, this skill also restores the user's HP. The amount of HP restored will not be the same as the amount of damage dealt or the same as the amount of blood consumed. Any disease, poison, or other danger contained within the target's blood may also present a threat to this skill's user. At this rank the user is limited in how much blood they can drain and how quickly, as well as the target's defense, healing factor, and other circumstances.
* Cling I - As a Slime you are naturally suited to sticking to objects. By expending stamina, you cling to any surface and are able to climb or stick upon it. At this rank, the type and texture of the surface will change the skill's effectiveness. At this rank, you are much slower when moving on objects while clinging. At this rank, this skill cannot be used save to climb or stick to surfaces.
* Faster I - Your base physical speed is increased! By gaining the skills Harder, Better, and Stronger, Skill Synergy will occur and you will gain one rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Harder I - You have toughened yourself up through training! Clenched muscles or hardened flesh can be an effective shield--your base defensive stats increase! By gaining at least one rank in Faster, Stronger, and Better, Skill Synergy will occur to increase the rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Dextrous I : Your practice with fine manipulation and using your pseudopods has earned an unusual skill for your species! Your body can now be used to more effectively manipulate small objects and tools, though you still aren't strong enough yet to "wield" weapons or pick up very large things without other Skills.
* Slime Whip I - A unique ability for slimes. Create a sturdy tendril from a pseudopod and lash out at the enemy. At this rank, your range of reach is 5 feet. -Skill Synergy- You possess Limited Shapeshift III. Range is increased to 10 feet and adding a shifted blade, bludgeon, etc to your Whip is more effective.
* Throw Item I - Using an item from your inventory, you hurl it at the opponent by expending Stamina. Different items may have different effects and some are more suited than others as projectile weapons. At this rank, the chance to destroy the thrown item is very high. Damage type depends on the item.
* Smash II - A Physical Skill that consumes Stamina instead of MP. One blunt type attack deals increased damage! Damage buff increased. Stamina drain increased. Using a non-blunt type attack can now trigger this skill, but its power will be halved.
* Slash I - A Physical Skill that uses Stamina instead of MP. A single Slashing type attack becomes more powerful!
* Skewer I - A Physical Skill that uses Stamina instead of MP. A single Piercing type attack becomes more powerful!
* Rabid Fit I - Fly into a mindless rage, and destroy the enemy! A sudden burst of fury grants you increased strength and damage, but you'll become more vulnerable to damage yourself.
* Overwork I - Push through, break the limit, and--probably need a nap later. When you really need it, you're able to summon up just that little extra bit of power, at the cost of slowly stressing yourself to death.
* Skill Synergy: Rabit Fit I, Overwork I, Smash II. Your attack's power is vastly increased!

Transformations:* Slime > Amorphous Slime > ?

Inventory:* Healing Herbs x2 (??? Quality)
* Source Crystal Shard x1
* Jawbone Club x1 (??? Quality)

[User]
Well that wasn't good but it did explain why Jason was devouring the frog that voraciously. Danny trusted Jason and didn't consider him evil but the Slime had always been dangerous so he made sure to keep the corpse of the beetle between them as much as possible.

Once they were back in the tree he was about to try and pull the Beetle's legs of with Lesser Force when something ran into their shelter. Wanting to know what it was Danny looked outside and saw some kinda of monster goat, since it was clearly panicking and the purple stuff was probably poison he got ready to fight it. Still even though Jason could use all the food he could get the Poltergeist felt bad about killing a creature that was simply scared.

Hoping to end it's life as quickly and painlessly as possible he formed a Mana Dart and tried to Focus before throwing it at the goat. "A simple variant of Mana Orb but holding the promise of more to come. Superior Mana Dart!"

Abilities:

* Mana Orb I and II
* Lesser Force II
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis II
* Meditate I
* Mana Shape I
* Aqua Sphere I
* Magic Analysis I!
* Mana Dart I
* Blunt Resistance I
* Focus I
* Faster I
* Plant Analysis I
* Mana Vision I
* Point Strike I
* Muffle I
Wisp > (Immature) Poltergeist

Inventory:
* Source Crystal Shard x1, used
* Flak Sac x1
* Broken Flak Shell x1
* Flak Shell x1

[Assistant]
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@Zeroth
. . .

After feeling the inpact from punching the direrat and seeing it flip over, Nira felt pretty good about her chances of success. And this mood was only boosted further when her hunch about the flower was proven right when it wilted and she got a system message.

"So it really was full of mana."
*Avoid! Avoid!*
It was immediately after this warning from her echo-voice that Nira became aware that the direrat had run up the tree in order to lunge at her. She started trying to move out of the way, but given how late she had noticed it she was quickly expecting to get dragged out of the air... at least until the direrat got hit by an unexpected mana orb.

Taking a quick look around, she noticed the nearby wisp and immediately started flying for cover while keeping an eye on the direrat. For as much as it had just helped her, she knew that it could have been just as likely that the wisp had missed and that she was the intended target.

*That was way too close.*

Taking a moment to breath, she tried to think things through. Sure, she was hungry amd it was her hunt. But she wasn't about to press her luck if the wisp decided it wanted to steal her hunt. It had the advantage of ranged attacks and she wasn't to sure on being able to get close without taking a hit, and she wasn't going to take that chance. She'd had enough of being held back by her body in her first life, so she was going to make sure this one lasted her as long as possible.

So, while still keeping an eye on the direrat, she waited to see what the wisp did. Regardless though, if she saw the direrat running away or trying to chase her, she'd take advantage of the opportunity to try killing it again once they were out of the wisp's sight.

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Echo-Voice color=a187ae

> wilted flower
> N/A
> N/A
> N/A

[User]
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@Duthguy

The moment Jason felt something hit the dry rotted log, he immediately reacted, spitting out frog-- but not before sucking all the blood he could out of the frog's empty eyesocket with a quick, loud SLUUUUUUURP. For but a moment as he sped out and began to round the log; almost instinctually, [Spiritual Awareness II] actived, showing him both the creature, and it's soul.

Without hesitation, he spat a wad of his necrotic acid directly into the eyes of the creature, aiming to blind it. His followup was to immediately launch himself at its neck, wrapping himself around tightly like a boa constrictor. Now it was time to see what this new body could do. Activating [Transparency], Jason attempted to extend the circuit-like formations that animated this body into this strange purple-horned goat. He wanted them to reach deep, like otherworldly roots leeching violently into a fleshy soil. Only then, would Jason activate [Mana Drain] as if he was attempting to devour it's soul. With each passing moment, Jason would work to wrap himself even tighter around this damn thing's neck!

Whether it would start to seize or not-- all Jason was doing, was creating an opening!

"DANNY SHOOT IT!!!"

[Assistant]
Asura kept an eye on the sky as he rolled along. His shell wasn't cooperating very well, but he'd have to keep it to get the Bond up. He tried to balance himself better before pulling up next to a tree for some form of shelter. Ardur was following behind, carrying what he could with Steve close behind. Mother Slime was furthest behind, lugging the rest of the deer carcass. Strangely for an explosion of that size most of the debris was wiped out. It sounded like only pebbles and smaller stones had flown. Damn magic... He thought.

"Well I over-reacted if that's all that flew... He muttered to the group. "But we're back in the forest, so might as well start looking for a new place that has more access to necessities..." He said as he looked at the others. "After you finish your project of course. My own didn't pan out too well." Asura continued just as three gigantic bug-eyed frogs hopped into the scene.

The inhaled and made themselves even larger as they approached. So Asura surged forward, trying to move his limbs as fast as he could to puncture the bloated frogs. Balloons popped easily, but that was latex, not living tissue. Would they pop if they got punctured? Or whizz around like a balloon let get instead of tied off?


[System]
Formerly Igarashi Kaito

Nicknames/Titles:
Much to his horror, the goblins of the Claybitah Tribe have come to know him as the 'Brainy Gob'.

Gender:
Male

Age:
Current age: Four
Age of death in Japan: Seventeen

Species:
Goblin

Original World (Where they reside in the real world):
Osaka, Japan

social status:
Offishal Thinkah Gob of the Claybitah Tribe

Appearance:
Standing at a solid 3'7", Chatak is a just a little taller than the standard goblin. Something about the way his face is built generally seems to make him look like he's either angry or scheming, even though in reality he's probably legitimately trying to be friendly.

Personality:
Chatak, despite how he may come across, is not actually a particularly brave person. Not now as a goblin, not before as a human, never. In fact, he is the kind of person who would rather avoid conflict if possible. He is also very much the type of person who wants to make life as easy for himself as possible, although trying to actually achieve this unfortunately tends to mean he has to make his life significantly harder in the short term, and then hope to god that it all works out and makes it easier once he's done. Of course, if there's one thing he wants even less than a hard life for himself, it would be to make things hard for other people in the process, and while he definitely doesn't see himself as one, many could consider him a legitimately altruistic person.

Oddly enough, being a goblin doesn't seem to bother him as much as one might expect. Sure, the fact that his chances of dying from any number of horrific circumstances before the age of twenty are somewhere around ninety-eight percent isn't great, but the awful reputation goblins have isn't really that new to him. People thought he was some sort of scary, violent person they needed to avoid even when he was a human, so it's nothing new really. He'll still keep himself disguised while in most settlements of course, but it's less out of sadness and more out of fear.

Backstory:
Due to an unfortunate quirk of genetics, Kai was always a pretty scary-looking kid. Every look was a glare, every smile was a grimace, and every word he said came out sounding more like a pissed off growl than an actual attempt to connect to people. Naturally, this led to other kids picking fights with him, which only made his growing reputation worse, and eventually he just started trying to avoid them altogether or escape them with clever distractions and schemes. He actually managed to get pretty good at it too! Still though, in the end, just not getting involved in fights anymore didn't do a whole lot to make knowing that pretty much every non-family member who knew about him thought he was a violent thug any easier. Slowly, over the course of a few months, he started to show his face in public less and less, until eventually he was all but a complete shut in by the time he turned seventeen.

Despite all this though, he hadn't completely given up on living a normal life, even if he had to set it aside for now. Instead, he focussed on improving his talents in the areas he was passionate about, specifically cooking. If he worked hard enough, maybe he could move to another city like Tokyo, put this past and reputation behind him, and make a fresh start there working as a chef. His parents encouraged this idea, just glad that he actually had a plan of some sort rather than just becoming a NEET.

Of course, he couldn't exactly blame them for worrying about that. After all, he did share a lot of the usual neet hobbies. When he wasn't cooking, his life was mostly taken up by games, anime, light novels, or anything else that might briefly catch his interest. The number of hours he wasted looking up random, meaningless things because he read about them in a manga or something and thought 'hey, this could be useful just in case it happens to me' is something he hopes he never has to be faced with.

Because seriously, was he really so dumb that he thought he'd actually get isekai'd or something?

Well, as it turned out, the universe apparently got mixed up and decided to reward Kai for the wrong efforts. He doesn't actually remember what happened to him to bring him to this place. He assumes he died, but he has no idea how it all went down. All he knows now is that when he woke up, he felt very, very weak, and anything he tried to say came out as a high-pitched wail.

A baby.

Somehow, he still retained all his memories and knowledge from his life as Kaito, and although it took a while to actually understand what they were, by the time he was two he had sorted them out well enough that he realised all that useless knowledge he'd gathered was actually pretty damn useful now. Goblins weren't stupid, but their short lives and a mutual distrust between them and the rest of the worlds races meant that things like proper education or an understanding of technology beyond the stone age at best wasn't really a thing. Naturally, he wanted to do what he could for his tribe, so he used the knowledge he obtained as a human to try to improve the lives of his kinsmen as a goblin. Though this had the benefit of making the Claybitah tribe significantly stronger and more stable than it had been previously, it had the unfortunate effect of putting Chatak in the spotlight, with the other goblins considering him to be some kind of prodigy, quite possibly even the smartest of all goblins. As someone who considered his own intelligence to be average at best, this was absolutely terrifying. However, he now found himself stuck as an authority figure of sorts in the tribe, and even the chieftain has acknowledged the importance of his knowledge.

It is for this reason that he has set out from his homeland towards the human territories. Though he'd collected a good amount of basic knowledge on a lot of different subjects during the last years of his life as a human, it could only take the tribe so far. If he wanted to truly help, he needed to learn even more about each and every one of them. At the same time, maybe he could somehow convince a few experts in those fields to return with him, or at the very least improve the image of goblins in the eyes of the other races...

Skills/Talents:
Cooking
Gardening, though he doesn't get much chance to use it nowadays...
Sewing
Scheming
Tinkering
Decent swordsmanship

Powers/Abilities:
Goblin Physiology
Though not exactly a power in the usual sense, Chatak has the same naturally hardy nature as all goblins. Out of necessity, goblins have evolved into surprisingly adaptable survivors, being quite resistant to poor weather and inhospitable environments, able to survive far longer than many other races on significantly less food and water, and a natural resistance to sickness and disease. Their small size also gives them great agility, and their eyes are remarkably good at seeing in the dark, although complete darkness does make them unable to see in colour.

Items:
A sword he created from cockatrice bone.
A long, white coat, and a matching hooded mask to hide his goblin nature while in settlements.
Various pieces of chitin cooking equipment and knives.
A bone needle and some thread.

Other
Has a beloved hyena companion named Patches, who he often uses as a steed or to help carry equipment.

[User]
Cloud@Zool @Thinslayer@Conscripts @TheFox
David continued to help Yakeru walk, doing his best to reassure him that everything would be ok. He still couldnt get his mind off those two women. One was named the Witch, the other he didnt get her name. Just saw those silver eyes. Like miniature moons that shined in the darkness. The Witch's voice would be one that he wouldnt forget. He still didnt trust Robert, something about him still rubbed him the wrong way. But at this point, they had no where else to go.

Leaning back in his chair as everyone asked their questions about how they could deal with The Witch. After they were told the situation they were in he could only think of one thing.

They were royally fucked.

Robert of course was being a smartass again. "So, were in a situation where the badguy pretty much one. I dont know if you noticed, but the bitch has a 7 foot tall woman with sword that could probably cut through a damn horse. So it will be a good idea how much a difference we can make!" Taking a breath to compose himself again. Knowing he had to keep calm, not wanting to end up acting irrational. If they wanted to make it through this they had to work together on this.

Hearing his stomach growl, he had to admit the whole ordeal did leave him hungry. "Ok, lets just try and relax now ok? We all had long evening. But, I may think your a asshole Robert, I rather help you. I dont know who or even what The Witch is, and we might end up dying. I just want to know Im fighting for whats right is all. So, I'll help you." He said, before looking at Dexter.

At first he thought the kid was going to be quiet, and maybe even a bit of a coward. There was more to him then meets the eye it seemed. Giving him a small smile, before offering him one of his crossbows. "You can take this till we get you a proper weapon Dex." Though before Dex could respond, he looked over at the knight. Raising a eyebrow at the handsome face beneath the mask.

"Alright, looks like we have a team here. After we rest up, we should find out everything we need to know about The Witch. Who and what is she really."

[Assistant]
A few months prior...
The West Pelinese Labyrinth was oddly quiet for a place brimming with dark magic. This one reached all the way down to the planet's core, where a mana barrier generated by the Sealed Tower blocked off any further progress. The Empire had placed teleport circles in strategic locations all around the labyrinth to speed up navigation, but today, they didn't feel terribly helpful as Afki and her escort team charted out a previously unexplored branch. They'd been underground for days now, almost a week, and some of the men were getting sick for lack of sunlight.

The quest seemed like a tough one at first. The labyrinth was notorious for generating numerous powerful monsters from its crystal core, and the team went in there fully expecting to fight. But there was neither hide nor hair of any of the usual quarries. There wasn't even so much as a rat, let alone the giant spiders and manticores that usually roamed these parts. The local Formic tribe was nowhere to be seen.

Teleus, a high-ranking paladin from the Adventurer's Guild, raised his torch to shed light on a high roof they just walked under. "Say, Afki, I don't remember if you ever told us how you came to the Empire. What brought a tribal like yourself all the way down here to explore slog-marathons like the West Pelinese Labyrinth? Was it the money? I bet it was the money."

[User]
["Hmmm..."] Chatak hummed, before shaking his head. ["No, not yet Shaktak. You take some bombs and head over there. Stay out of sight, wait for my signal. If I give you the all clear, wait til I make it to you before revealing yourself. If I signal that things've gone poorly, cause a little chaos among the other gobs and use it to get as many of the people out as you can until I get there."]

He turned to his other companion and Melvin.

"You two. With me. We go talk with Witch. Work things out."

And with that unnervingly simple statement of what could very well end up being suicide, Chatak started making his way to the tower. That woman he saw entering it before must've been her. Who else would be able to cut through the soldiers so easily, or travel among the gobs of her army without issue? Thankfully, it looked like the other gobs didn't seem to realise he wasn't one of them, likely because his friend was still dressed in their armour. Because of that, even though one of his companions was a human, they didn't seem all too interested in stopping him, just like the one who had talked to Shaktak in engli-... common... Anyway, he was just going to take those memories of Earth and repreeessss them right back down. He couldn't afford to get distracted here. He was pretty sure it'd work fine, but he didn't want to give himself any disadvantages just in case.

By the time they made it to the tower, he'd managed to calm himself down, at least enough to be in a decent state of mind again. Before he could convince himself not to, he stepped into the structure, not having far to go before locating the one who had caused all this chaos, all this death. And the only reason he was still alive today.

The Witch.

["Hey there, Miss Goddess, it's been a few years. Do you remember me? Chatak of the Claybitah Tribe? I've come to negotiate the release of the captured townsfolk, if you'd be so kind as to listen."]


[System]
Nickname
Micah

Birthday
November 7th

Age
29

Formula and Sexuality
Uke II Heterosexual turned bisexual

Goal
Be able to support his son and give him the life he deserves. To be able to connect with his true "family" again.

Family
(Third person POV from his father's perspective)
The Winter Family is known for being one of the most prestigious families of Willow Valley. They only had one boy they named Mikaela after the boy's great grandfather. His father never really approved of him, and did everything to kick that unpredictable imagination out of him and groom him into the successor he was meant to be. During middle school, this behavior got worse, his son was mixing up fantasy and reality. Thinking that these would be his last free years, his father let him be on his own.

Once Mikaela arrived in high school, work was to be done. He had private tutors that would make him work all the hours of the night after school. He was always made to be in the top three places in school. Someone was influencing the successor, his grades were dropping drastically, he would shut himself into his room after school. He came home one day with cuts all over his face... His father immediately sent him to a boarding school. His heir would not be so weak! After two years of schooling, Mikaela pleaded with his father to let him come home, be with his mother who was having arthritis, gaining the proper social skills of an adult. Mikaela was allowed to go to a public college.

There he met Emily, his forbidden love. His father tried to reason with his successor, the vixen was praying on his weak son. Finally, his father threw him out, disowning him.

Once his wife was out of the picture. Mikaela's father did reach out a hand to his dreadful son, saying he would forget the past and adopt Luke, but Mikaela refused.

Marriage/Love
During college, Mikaela met a girl named Emily that was his only hope in the world. His angel was just a normal college girl that could never be accepted by his parents. Mikaela was disowned from the family, but he didn't care. Mikaela was married for a short period of three years from when he was 22 to 26, but his wife died 3 years ago. Emily had been suffering from a hereditary heart disease since she was young and passed away with no other family. He had one baby boy named Luke.

Mikaela never did have any other relationship besides his marriage. There was a time in middle school... But that never did go anywhere.

His son was born with lighter lavender eyes that came from his father and blonde hair. Luke has a habit of milking his cuteness, but always ends up taking care of his papa. Luke is exceptional at cleaning and housework, more of the time taking care of his dad than the other way around.

Occupation
During the daytime he works as the manager for a small bar/coffee shop. At night he works as a waiter at his friend's high-class restaurant "Tonnelli's Italian Cuisine Restaurant." His sweet old lady neighbor Jocelyn takes care of his son while he's out at night.

At his coffee shop job he wears contacts that make his eye color blue. He leaves them off for his waiter job in order to get extra tips.

Sometimes he would make up some inventions he would use around the shop. He was a decent gadget handy man as well.

Appearance

At the height of 5'4" he's a bit on the short side. He tries his best to keep the average weight of 125, but his weight is always lowering due to his high metabolism. The thing that stands out most about his appearance is his two different colored eyes. His right eye is a mint green, while his left is a deep lavender. he also has a burn scar on his left leg when he saved Luke from dropping a pot of boiling water on his head. He has strawberry blonde hair that is sickeningly straight and he usually leaves it to its own devices.

Style: Not really being the fashionable type, Mikaela usually wore whatever his father ordered him to wear. All of his fantasies were kept in his head. He always had the baby face of his. Some people wondered if he ever did go through puberty in the first place, it seemed like he only grew taller and that was it. His voice changed seemed to be gradual and no one could really notice when it came to his normal voice now.

Middleschool Clique
"The one everyone leaves alone."

Mikaela was the kind of person that was always staring off into space and caught in a day dream. In his earlier years of middle school, he was bullied a lot. He kept it a secret from the people around him and slowly all the bullies grew tired of him. The girls at school liked him for his mysterious look, but would leave him alone when they found out he would either talk for days about what he was thinking of, or just ignore them caught in some other delusion. He was always working on some kind of trinket that no one could understand.

Highschool Clique
"The Freak"

It wasn't until high school that he met Jonah. No one had really gotten that psychological and that cruel when they bullied him in middle school. The teenager seemed to always have this sweet happy smile on his face, appearing to others as a good friend of Mikaela's. There were quite a bunch of misunderstandings with it. He would label Micah as a freak, someone that only had the purpose to disgust people. He might grow up to have money, but he'd just become the puppet with his father pulling the strings. Jonah wrecked at his mental state more and more. Mikaela became so withdrawn from reality it messed with his health. Was that a dragon peeking from around the corner? Did the walls just start to close in? Day in and day out was a terror.

It was one day when Micah was so out of touch with reality he was unresponsive to Jonah. Getting angrier and angrier, the sadistic bully carved light lines into the other's face. It stung a little, but his words as he sliced him cut far deeper. When Mikaela came home, his father shipped him off to boarding school.

He gained more confidence during those years. Mikaela realized he didn't want to carry on his father's legacy. He would do everything to make his father happy... then slip out right from under him.

Past Crush
He had a deep crush on Genie that he could never explain. Yes, there was no way he could like another man! But... this was Genie... All the boys might have caught on to his affection, but he never did confess.

When they were in middle school, Alver confessed to him. Mikaela didn't know what to do. He had been caught at one point reading something with suggested homosexual tendencies. The boy... he had been locked in the closet all night after that. He wasn't gay! That wouldn't happen... Not as long as he lived under that household. Mikaela did his best to soften the blow of his rejection, but it didn't seem to work.

Current Crush

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Are you in contact with a Rose?
No

Personality

The boy always seems to be thinking up some new kind of fantasy as a kid. Before he met his childhood friends, he would spend hours staring at the wall and dreaming up new fantasies. He is a lazy bum who can't seem to clean anything right. He was diagnosed with ADHD as a child, but when he is able to focus enough, he's able to cook well.

Mikaela loves being around people who all care for each other, they help bring his fantasies to reality. He may not show it, but smiles are all he wants to give other people. He also sees the world a lot differently from other people. Each different sound has a shade of color, and there are all beautiful. He always believed that Zac's blue voice was the prettiest though.

Mikaela may seem distant to you now. When he talks to people, he puts on a facade of being super happy, keeping a save emotional distance between the two of you. If he doesn't try hard enough, he usually keeps a straight face all the time, and that creeps people out.

Because of his time in high school, he does his best to distance himself. Micah doesn't want people to find out about his fantasies, he doesn't want to call him strange or a freak.

He has a son to take care of. Luke and his friend Hank are the only ones around him that know about his daydreaming. Since he isn't good at housework, his son picks up the slack, he's usually taking a nap at home or playing with his son.

Short Bio

Mikaela never seemed to be fit for the heir to the Winter family. His eyes seemed to be two different colors and he was always off in his own world. His father thought of him as weak and would force him to study all the time. Micah didn't care too much about that, since studying wasn't that bad, whenever he wasn't studying, he was off in his fantasies. In his family, no one knew his true emotions, because he was so bad at showing them on his face.

But then he met his first friends, the ones he actually called his family. They all seemed to be younger than him, but they unconsciously taught him how to express himself. He would laugh and play like a normal boy, which his parents had never seen before. Mikaela's favorite place was the club house, that was the only place he would ever go to when he final felt the pressures of his family.

But... Everyone left. He couldn't handle the stress of rejecting Alver, the one he thought of as his "family's" mother. Mikaela realized what he was leaving, but he just couldn't handle it. His fantasies were his only company after that.

After the intense bullying from Jonah, Mikaela was shipped off to boarding school. There was no way he could leave everything he'd known just to be under his father's thumb. If he had learned anything from Jonah, it was that he was going to turn into the puppet if he didn't do anything.

Mikaela convinced his parents to let him go back to college in Willow Valley. There he was able to not be the most popular, but not be the loner either. He was able to meet Hank his freshman year and start his first proper friendship in forever. Jonah didn't go to his college so he didn't have any influence there.

His second year... he met Emily. His beautiful angel, the one he hoped to spend his life with. They did everything together. Micah decided to marry her the first chance he got. But his parents said no way. Mikaela was the heir, he was to have an arranged marriage and take over the family business... but he fought back full force. His father got so pissed that he disowned his own son, not caring that he wouldn't have an heir anymore.

Those next few years seemed to be his happiest after his childhood memories. They didn't have much money, but they made due and had a son right away. Luke was a reincarnation of his mother... but that must have been why she died from a heart attack. Mikaela was able to bounce back out of his depression because of Luke. He was able to stay firm and not let his parents take Luke away from him.

To support his son, Mikaela worked extra hours as a waiter at a rather high-class restaurant. He devoted his life completely to his son...

Jonah was back. He had gone and gotten a master's degree from his college and came back just to torture Micah. He came around now and again to wreck at Mikaela's mental state. He never did really fight back against Jonah, the only times he did was when Jonah said things about Luke.

Jonah... the man came by one night while Luke was at a sleepover. He was outrageously drunk and overpowered Mikaela, raping him and sprouting insults left and right. Even Jonah felt a little bit bad about that when he woke up, so he paid Mikaela a hefty amount of money to keep him quiet and half-seriously joked about them doing it again every so often.

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Luke took the painting into his arms. Although it wasn't actually that big of a painting by itself, seeing as Luke was so small, the painting covered half his arms and his whole torso. It was such a wonder to think of how his papa must have been like when he was Luke's age. To have all the cool fantasies that could be seen in the paintings. Maybe... Just maybe, his papa would remember them and Luke could hear about the different stories from their original source. The kids today always wanted to do the same old thing, play imagination with the knew army games like G.I. Joe or games like halo, while the girls just wanted to play house and make him the parent, which just felt strange. They would climb on the jungle gym and such, but there were never anything like tree houses or hideaways, anything like the others had experienced in their childhoods.

"Mn! I'll do my best and we can put it in the living room to always look at it an-" The excitement was driving Luke to have the same quality as his father, the silly little ramblings. Luke made sure to stop himself, unlike his papa and gave a really big enthusiastic nod. The boy held the painting closer, seeing a little bit of the color through the cloth and smiling hugely.

Usually, now Luke was a little bad about this, he would do his best to stay up and wait for his papa to come home. Then again, his papa had never found out about his staying up because Luke couldn't stay awake and would doze off before the short adult came home and carried him to bed. But since Alver had offered to read Luke a story.. He gave in and said okay to it. The boy actually wanted to be picked up for a while, but he wasn't the type to outrightly act babyish. He gave a small nod, trying to think of a story that might be good to hear.

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Alver chuckled a little as some excitement chatter emitted from the young child's lips. Goes to show that Miky's son would be this adorable. Luke may be even more adorable then his own father. Alver just wanted to coddle and hold him all day long like a cute teddy bear. So of course, Alver couldn't help but scoop Luke in his arms and headed back into the house and upstairs to the Guest Bedroom. Entering the neat elegant white room. It was smaller then the Master Bedroom, but it was comfortable. Softly humming, the tall albino gripped the covers of the bed and peeled them back before setting Luke down, brushing his fingers through the child's hair in a loving manner.

"So what kind of stories do you like Luke? I have quite a few fairy tales. Is there any your favorite?" he asked kindly, lavender gaze brimming with curiosity. He himself always enjoyed reading the stories, most of all being read to whenever his mother or father actually had time to do so. It gave a unique feeling of peace and comfort.

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Luke enjoyed the ride up immensely. It would be such an amazing experience if he could spend his entire day and night up in Alver's arms, but the small boy knew that would be entirely too unreasonable. So Luke just hugged onto Alver's neck while listening to his soft humming. The ride up jostled him, making him feel as if he was on a super huge horse! The young boy was deposited on the large bed, quickly slipping into the bed so he could be enveloped in their warmth.

The slight ticklish feeling of Alver's hand made an involuntary giggle slip out of him as he moved onto his side, squishing his feet into the plush mattress. "Hmm... Well I've always been a fan of The Tortoise and the Hare! And um..." A slight blush sprinkled over Luke's cheeks, "Little red riding hood?" Luke pulled the covers so that they covered him up to his nose.

The fact that he was a fan of the little girl story made him embarrassed. It wasn't like he wanted to be some kind of manly man, but everyone at school only liked Jack and the Beakstalk and other fairy tales like that.


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'Yahoo~! Everyone's idol just arrived!"'

Utaha is actually a pretty tall girl in comparison to most girls, and even guys, standing at 1.90 meters. Her build is actually quite curvy. Her orange hair reaches her back and is almost always kept straight, but she knows how to arrange it in lots of ways, for when she becomes a real idol.
Gender: Female

Age: 17

Arcana: Sun

Personality: Utaha is extremely lively, way too lively for the good of anyone in her vicinity. It is hard to see her stay put, and she likes jumping around as much as possible, even with her big body. She likes singing and dancing a lot too. Without regards of personal space whatsoever or the slightest hint of what the hell is the so-called delicacy she keeps hearing so much about, Utaha can be quite intrusive upon personal matters, even though she always has the best interests of people in mind, even though she can be quite the nuisance too. She always gives it her all to achieve her dream of becoming an idol, and always gives her 200% at everything, and also expecting that others will follow her example. She also does not accept any kind of slacker, and will force them into working, no matter what it takes.

An airhead and a klutz by nature, Utaha is someone who trips over nothing, forgets things rather quickly, can't read the mood or take a hint, and her fingers seem to be made out of butter, everything slipping through them most of the times. Unable to ever differentiate left from right, there are few actual things she is good at, such as dancing, and also, quite few things that can upset her, being almost always able to keep her cool no matter the circumstances. Still, there are a lot of things that can upset the ever happy Utaha, such as commenting over her height or telling her that her dream to become an idol is a fool's errand.

Equipment/Skills: Weapon: Unsuited for a fighting style that is less than graceful, due to her dancing skills and clumsy nature, Utaha would actually prefer to make use of a spear or lance when the time comes, so she would be able to put it to good use with her big body.

Armor: Not much, the usual school uniform and maybe something underneath it, but nothing slowing her legs down.

Skills: Dancing, singing. Due to an elective she was practically forced to take during middle school, she also knows Judo, if at least the basics. Her grades aren't that bad either, and she's able to memorize lyrics and whatnot in a matter of seconds.

Background: Born to a family of overachievers, Utaha spent most of her life being the black sheep in a family full of people that did not know what it meant to fail, at anything at all, and given how she is, and has always been, Utaha was actually looked down upon a lot. Her brother and sister always thought of her as being worthless and also called her names related to her height and build, hence building to her build complex. Her father barely paid her any attention, and not to say anything about her mother, who knew she was too much of a goody two shoes to actually tell anyone what she was doing behind her family's back. Utaha pretty much just had to put up with it.

Her life, well, it could not be called a living hell, she did not want to call it that, since many others had it even worse than her, but it wasn't something pretty. There was a single thing that kept her on the game, and it was the love she had for the idol Kiruri Izumi. Her songs and dances got right to her heart, and even so, it wasn't the songs themselves that made her hopeful. It was the fact that anyone could become that, even her. It was not long until Izumi released a song that actually filled Utaha with the courage she needed. That day, she was able to finally tell her dad about what her mom was doing, not only wringling every penny out of him, but also cheating on him. A divorce ensued, of course, and she ended up living with her father. He was no longer able of treating Utaha as he did, even though he still spent a lot of time in his work, he now calls regularly to check on her.

Utaha now feels happy about what she did and now aims to become an idol just like Kiruri Izumi, someone that makes and sings songs that reach people's hearts and fills them with emotions, that's what she wants to do the most. Still, she finds obstacles at every turn. Not one agency has hired her in all the time she has been attending idol auditions because of her height and build not fitting the image they search for in an idol. While it puts her down at times, she still gives it her best always and keeps up a positive outlook at everything. She will not let anyone put her down or ridicule her dream of becoming an idol that will reach everyone's hearts!

Persona: Terpsichore, nicknamed Terpsi-chan by Utaha.

Appearance:

Abilities: Agi, Dia, Tarukaja.

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Rui Shinichi16/4/2015 - Thursday - Agriculture Club Room, on the way to Manga Club Room

As one of the girls got up, only to fall flat on her face, Rui was really tempted to run over and help her up, hand raised and foot forward, but she was already back up and sitting position... Is... Will she be fine? As Rui took a step inside he realized there was a third person, also a girl. From what he's gathered, they're all in the agricultural club, or seek to be... He had an idea who they were waiting for, but he had to ask anyways...

"I'm sorry, I'm not in this club, I just never saw this room being used, I thought it was a class garden...", this place was a green house after all. A fairly homely one though.

"My name is Rui Shinichi of class 2-1. Who was it you three were waiting for?", he asked. None of them were a club member, and they were here intending to join it, meaning they did meet someone from this club prior to today. So who was it...?

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Mako Moritomi//Warakuma High, Auditorium
Thursday, April 16, 2015

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Mako's face was surprisingly stern as he packed his books away, the usual good cheer that was generally so resplendent on him almost completely vanished. It wasn't as though he didn't have cause to be stern, though- for one, his lack of decorum from yesterday was still writhing under his skin like some parasite. He shouldn't have allowed the Yamamoto girl to needle him so. He'd almost rendered all of his hard work for naught, because of one hateful bitch--

Mako closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Now was not the time for name-calling, even in the privacy of his own mind. Especially if he expected to make up for yesterday's slip-up. I am a gentleman. I must present myself as such, no matter the stimulus that tries to get me to act otherwise. He decided that the next time he saw Akari-san, he would apologize profusely for his anger- perhaps throw some comment in about how he'd been having a bad day, or some rot like that. It wasn't too far from the truth.

Because if, again, Mako were being honest with himself, there was another thing lurking about that weighed heavily on him. That weighed heavily on everyone, in fact.

Another kidnapping. Harvester, I think they said his name was. Like the last victim, he didn't know the boy personally. But it still was a troubling development, regardless. Especially with how close together these two incidents had occurred.

Everyone says that we don't know for sure that it's a kidnapping, but what else do you call it? It's not like they're doing it to themselves.

Mako sighed, hitching up his backpack and pasting a semblance of good cheer as he left his room, toward the auditorium where the Drama Club was meeting. He supposed that all he could do was try and keep his mind occupied while the police or whomever sussed out the reasoning behind the latest disappearing act. And what better way to do such than by acting? Acting in a play. Acting like there wasn't anything wrong. Acting like he wasn't bothered by what was happening to this town.

Acting, it seemed, was something Mako Moritomi excelled at.

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Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School: Agriculture Club | After School

At Utaha's comment toward her name, Kotori, rather than reply, just looked down at her hands; a little unsure what to do when someone just went a complimented her. Her suggestion toward playing Shiritori had barely gotten over before the boy had entered the room - and after Kotori's words, Utaha had followed on through; albeit with a brief delay due to her managing to catch her feet on something and land face first on the ground. Cringing at the most likely quite painful sight, Kotori was about to help the tall girl up when she already picked herself up; brushing the accident off as she did.

Keiko, who had remained at her place - possibly because there was no need to stand up after two had already done so, perhaps to escape the fate that had befallen Utaha - reaffirmed what had been said before phrasing the open-ended words of Utaha in a more direct question as to the boy's name. The Second Year introduced himself as Rui Shinichi from Class 2-1 before asking who it was that they were all waiting for - a pertinent question, no doubt. With a bow, Kotori returned the introduction "I'm Kotori Shirohane from Class 2-2," before answering the question - though her earlier assumption that he was an Agriculture Club member had turned out to be wrong on account of the Rui's words.

"We... I think we were all waiting for Harvester-senpai, but..." Kotori said, briefly glancing to the other two girls seeing as she wasn't sure if that was the case for them before trailing off - given the announcement earlier in the day, there was little doubt as to why.

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Rui Shinichi16/4/2015 - Thursday - Agriculture Club Room, on the way to Manga Club Room

"Oh... Matthew Harvester right?", he asked, the kid he saw at the hospital the other day, that was Matthew. Didn't these girls get the announcement in homeroom...? He's missing right now... In any case, he wasn't done talking.

"I see, well I can tell you he won't be here today... Try... Try next week. I guarantee he'll be here then", what was he saying? He didn't know whether or not Matthew was going to be in the mirror world... But he felt it in his gut, Matthew was going to be there, he didn't have any basis for it, but that's what he felt.

"I must get going now, it was nice meeting you girls", he said, bowing slightly before leaving. As he walked the path towards the manga club room, he felt his phone vibrate. A message. He opened it up, and as he thought it was from Kazuki. There was an indication it was sent to Noboru and Kami as well.

Come to the warehouse this Sunday. Megumi has found another person is in the mirror world.

"Hm... That has to be Matthew...", he muttered to himself. After a minute or so he was finally at the manga club room. He realized he was here because... Well, he didn't feel like Drama today. That was besides the point though, he just wanted to turn off for awhile... He stepped inside, and Akane seemed to have the same idea.

"Yo"

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Keiko Kobashigawa - Warakuma Highschool - Agriculture Club - Thursday, April, 16, 2015 - After School

The new boy introduced himself as Rui of Class 2-1, the cute boy was the same age as her. Keiko smiled politely and waved him at him. Kotori spoke of how they were waiting for Matthew or another member of the club, the boy response rubbed her the wrong way, next week?
Before Keiko could say anything to the boy he left and walked down off. Keiko gave where the boy stood a quizzical look, suddenly her red flags were raised and suddenly she felt even more worried for Matthew safety. Maybe this young man has some connection to the missing teen.

She should keep an eye out for Rui, maybe she's over thinking this a little, if this feeling lingers she can ask Auntie where he lives and she can keep tabs on him. Well, she should get going, looks like nobody will be coming, she better say goodbye for now and maybe meet up with them soon.
"Whelp, I should be heading home, I don't think any members will be coming today, I see you guys next week, or anytime before if you guys want to meet up later!" Keiko said while getting up and grabbed her bag, and walk through the door, she made sure to do a small wave before she left.

She has to make sure she's only over-thinking this whole thing, that guy couldn't be involved, could he?

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Kashiwagi Utaha - Warakuma High
After School||April 16||Agriculture Club

"Oh, yes, it is nice to meet you, Rui-kun~! I am Utaha, class 3-2~! What'd you expect? You are all my cute underclassmen~!" Utaha said, taking the two girls and pushing them against her chest with joy. "I am so, so, soooo happy to meet cute underclassmen like you~! I'm sure we'll have lots of fun in the Agriculture club~!" Utaha said. Of course, it was a bit of an stretch right now, since it semeed that the Agriculture club had been cancelled for the day. Utaha tried her best to remain cheerful as always, though she was sure everyone else didn't feel all that cheerful about the fact of Matt disappearing.

Still, what Rui said. Well, it seemed like hopeful words more than anything. Just trying to be cheerful like her so that other people didn't feel bad, but she followed up with it. "Um~!" She nodded in agreement. "I'm sure Matty will be back soon enough, so we should just wait~" After that, the guy said he was leaving. Utaha simply started waving goodbye at him as he disappeared from the room.

"Well..." Utaha let go of the two girls and made her way to the door. It seemed they would get nothing out of standing there, and Utaha thought holding them in there anymore would just be being selfish. "Then, I'm going back to my house girls~! Take care on your way home~! It is dangerous out there lately!" Utaha said with a smile, and then walked away from there. Utaha too felt a bit bad, so she decided to just go back to her house and have some rest. She felt some kind of hole in her stomach, perhaps it was the worry she had over Matt's disappearance?


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Age: 8 months since prime activation

Gender: None, goes by the male pronoun

Race: Machina model based on Mura

Appearance: Built to appear friendlier and to avoid damage through physical abuse, Cecil was built to appear as close to a Mura youngster under the assumption people would be less inclined to hurt a child. Standing at 4'8" he has a surprising weight in his arms and legs while the rest of his body is lightweight and durable. His arms and legs can be removed to change his clothing while the strap across his chest can be unbuckled from the front.

Element Affinity: N/A

Magic: Self-technopathy – Cecil can attach machinery onto his body and control it.

Gear: Power gauntlets used by construction and repair Machina upgraded to the highest spec. Comes with a self-service kit. Cecil's boots allow him to run vertically on surfaces and walk upside-down through the release of magnetic currents. He can't run or walk like this on wood and vibrations can cause him to fall.

Brief history: Part of an experimental range of Machina that are designed to be able to blend in with normal people. Designed to limit Helpers from being damaged, Cecil was due to be released and established as a builder who would help with construction; however, Cecil held little interest in being one of these and seemingly escaped. The exact circumstances of his escape are unknown, even to him as the last memory he has was being out in the great wild world. The programming within him probably knew what he was doing here so the surprise to be had was not massively overwhelming.

Cecil felt he had a purpose if he was being sent to this side of the realm and immediately he was off looking for it, searching for what he was programmed to fulfil. Completely unaware of the troubles and even the Church of the land, his outlook was naïve at best. He was a hard working Machina, he knew that much, and to find what he needed to do was his top priority. He knew how to read but couldn't write, if questioned about his looks he felt he knew the answer, telling people they were for construction work. Those travelling would rarely question him and would either be curious about the maker of his Machina to which would only confuse him.

Cecil didn't know much about this world but learning it from travellers proved fruitful. He learned that people used machinery quite commonly and people didn't appear to know he was just the same as that machinery. Learning from these people was proving to be educational, but he still had some questions that needed answering. Any other Machina he came across and tried to talk to didn't have any sort of leverage for conversation, as if they didn't have a mind like him and was simply 'following the program'. Whether he was following his program or his own curiosity he couldn't quite tell, but he had to find some answers somewhere in his own time. To explore the world and find what he needed to do was his first objective.

Additional info: Despite being a machine, there appears to be something off about this new model of Machina. If the personality he had didn't give enough suspicion, it was almost as if he was more than simply a new design, almost as if he was assimilating a sentient being without internal programming needed.

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Zander tapped Geoffrey upside the head when they gathered again and smiled at the Muran. Geoffrey just smirked back, silent chatter going between the two. They both nodded at each other, message sent and received and both seemed to relax around one another again. Zander took the small silence between everyone was they headed towards the area running his hand down Wyth's fur one last time, checking to make sure nothing was still locked in his system. Stress he could feel easily, but that was a given with the events unfolding and quickly at that.

He cut a look towards Cecil and offered a strained smile, his eyes slid right off Asta and her Cobra Fox and decided for now he'd let it go. His own magic gave a slight whine inside his head sensing old wounds on the woman's body that wanted to be looked at and learn how they were made. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of that he returned to the present when the group stopped.

Geoffrey nodded, agreeing to the decision to split up and cover more ground, "Ya sure ya wanna go wit' 'er m'lady?" Geoffrey grinned and grabbed the back of Zander's hoodie, dragging the slightly shorting Muran with him. "Listen for my grass whistle if we find anything, otherwise we'll come huntin' fer ya," Geoffrey called over his shoulder. Zander struggled half heartily and let out a sigh as he was pulled away from the group.

"The thistle whistle of yours," Zander was heard saying. "Is going to get us into trouble one of these days..."

Geoffrey ignored him, taking a corner and letting his hand fall from Zander's hoodie giving him a look over his shoulder, "Slavers in these parts... Kind o strange, ya? Didn' ya say sumthin 'bout ya fath'r--"

"I doubt it," Zander cut him off. "Come on, let's find the brat and get out of this town. I've got a sinking feeling about being here, I have a feeling it's going to get worse."

Geoffrey shrugged, stuffed his hands in his pockets and motioned for Zander to walk side by side with him as a few people looked out their curtained windows to see who was walking by. The street crowd was a lot thinner in this area and Geoffrey wasn't sure what to fully expect. The few times he had come this way was to deal with one of his Aunt's employee's who was in the gutter half drunk, half naked and red sores all over his body. It took little imagination to know his Aunt had probably turned said employee into the guard for something she planted on him.

Zander watched around them, pulling his staff from it's holster and using it as a walking stick. He'd follow quietly for once, seeing where the "guide" was going to take him. He noticed a few warehouses in this area, and fewer people as well and kept pace besides Geoffrey as they headed towards on to the far right, warehouse that is, taking a few back alleys and Geoffrey stopping him once by gripping his arm to keep him from stepping into the street.

Zander grumbled under his breath, "Daylight is a blessing... Stop tugging..."

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When she opened her eyes, Amuné had no idea where she was at first. She felt all fuzzy and her head hurt. There was someone leaning over her, their hair brilliant white in the poor lighting. "Daddy?" she asked, struggling to sit up. But her eyes found their focus, and it wasn't her father, nor any of the Ydrans from his tribe. Her face fell, and the surge of relief she'd felt evaporated. "Who...where's Wyth? Where's Ethan?" The girl rubbed her eyes and looked around, trying to get her bearings, and what she saw wasn't pleasant. The room was all but bare, dim and not very clean. She was in what seemed like a small cell, metal bars that bore traces of rust on two sides, and cold stone on the other two. A sudden chill made the girl shudder. There were a couple others in the cell, three women and two men, including the one that she'd mistaken for her father. All had the white hair and sharp features that marked Ydrans. Beyond the bars, the room wasn't terribly big, though various boxes and pieces of furniture filled most of the space. There were several others there, most of them clustered around a table near the window, playing some sort of game.

"I'm sorry, child, but it seems they took you away from your folks." The man spoke very quietly. "But it's not the end yet. The Saints watch over us -- have faith."
One of the women snorted. "The Saints have abandoned us," she retorted, her voice angry. "There's nothing--"
"Hush, both of you." A second Ydran woman waved at them to be quiet. "You'll attract their attention, and that's never good. ...We'll do what we can, alright sweetie?" Somehow she managed to smile at the girl, though fear was written on her features. Amuné nodded mutely and retreated to the far corner, pushing herself against where the two stone walls met. She was shaking, and dread was a hollow pit in her stomach, clawing at her heart and throat. Something terrible was pressing at her Sight, but she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block it out. She didn't need to be told this was bad. No Wyth, no Ethan, no anybody. Just a few strange Ydrans that were just as badly off, and the awful fear that the nasty men had hurt the moorcat when they took her, that Wyth might be in just as much trouble, caged up somewhere worried about her, or left hurting, or--

No, she couldn't think about that. Already her eyes stung with tears. She already had to find her mommy and daddy, she couldn't bear it if Wyth went missing too. He would find Ethan, and they'd both come for her. She had to believe that. She had to.

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While Cecil was feeling fairly lost among all these strange terms, the arrival of another stranger with Nymira really threw him off. While it was a good thing that Nymira returned to them, he didn't like how there was another stranger with another animal with them for now. Just who were they other than a name? He didn't know and the fact that he now hadn't said what he was to half the group was only starting to make him feel incredibly nervous. Why was she with them now? He didn't really catch that part and was feeling a little lost and left out. He should be able to have a say in certain things too, but apparently there was little to say that he might come up with that would make a difference. Even Ethan didn't really know, but then again he was happy with anyone who was friendly and didn't have to worry about hiding an identity at all. Oh well, it wasn't as if she was even going to acknowledge his existence, anyway.

Feeling left out could probably wait for now, he was supposed to be trying to find Amuné with the others and time was already short. There wasn't really any clues other than the guards telling them where there was something spotted and if there was a chance that she might be somewhere there. If only he wasn't such a useless Machina, he should've been able to find Amuné without much problem and yet there he was just tagging along waiting for somebody taller and more able to be able to see something. It made him feel pretty left out, to say the least. Machina were supposed to be useful, but here he was just tagging along all while the others made some headway without him. He definitely wasn't feeling very good about being around, he was doing nothing helpful.

At least they had the guard telling them some information, maybe soon they could find Amuné and be on their way once more. She shouldn't be too far gone, at least not at this stage otherwise the guards would've seen something by now. If somebody was going to move some people around that they had taken, taking them in the dark would had probably been ideal for them so at least they probably had that much time. Once everything was back to normal it wasn't as if anything was going to change positively for him, anyway. He was still going to be a problem to have around and he was still not going to understand why Ethan thought he was worth keeping.

Keeping to the back of everyone else he moved around silently, or at least as silent as someone could move as metal against stone. It was a little hard to be sneaky when he didn't have much in the way of padding on his feet. Upon arriving at their apparent suspicious place Cecil decided to have a look around, just seeing if anybody had followed them. He still had his reasons to be suspicious, that feeling wasn't going to go away anytime soon. All his talk about illegal stuff wasn't really relevant to him when he was probably illegal anyway, seeing how people reacted to him and wanted him destroyed. Groaning a little, he looked to the group before frowning right back at Nymira at the suggestion that he would make a suitable replacement for a weapon. That was a little hurtful, it almost seemed as if she forgot that he existed and had used that as an excuse. Frowning, he looked to Ethan and the guard, moving a little towards the pair to tell he was ready to get going.


[System]
Alias: Razor
Age: 32
Appearance:
Weight: 149lbs 15oz (68kg)
Height: 5'9" (175cm)
Gender: Female
Country of Origin: Jamaica
Occupation: Communications - Counterintelligence and Covert Ops
Personality: Outgoing, friendly and optimistic... and always armed.
Backstory:
Tomiko's fight began at home, with her family. She never expected to be called to fight, but after a Kaiju crushed her house and everyone in it, she knew she had to do something to help push the monsters back. When she heard that we humans had created a means for her to help do just that, she signed up to face the monsters on an equal footing.

While not the first choice as a Jaeger pilot, with a background which consisted mainly of infiltration and black ops which seemed of little importance against giant alien creatures, she soon showed that even our human failings could be used against us. Making use of her underworld connections she obtained vital materials for the Jaeger programme before finally arriving at the Shatterdome with her own fully operational Jaeger, ready to fight the good fight.
Jaeger of Choice:NA-07 Deep Sea Dragon* Right Arm: S-11 Pulse Launcher
* Left Arm: WMB-H-118 Harpoon Warhead
* Chest: Torpedo weapon system (four tubes with two high-yield warheads each); Refitted to a Gatling Chest for land-based operations (when possible)
* Special Systems: Sonar scanner/disruptor, improved submersive propulsion system, seawater cooling system

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Henry "Scotty" McTier - LOCCENT Mission Control

Being a family man, and a military man had never been an easy combination. At any given time he would have to devote himself solely to the greater cause and as much as it pained him that would often be to the military. He had to remind himself that he was fighting not only for his family but for the families of everyone else as well. Especially a threat as big as the Kaiju. Who destroyed entire cities without breaking a sweat, shrugged off most attacks from the likes of fighter jets and tanks. Though that didn't mean in his down time he couldn't be a family man. Though it never got any easier.

Two boys, six and four and one girl at two. He always missed out on the "firsts" other than via video. In the end he was just glad that she had stayed loyal to him, and he loved their mother no less than the day they got married. He stood at the door, as he saw another one of the other rangers speaking to who he presumed were his own kids. Obviously he wasn't the only one to get the idea too phone home. Obviously though he was one of the earlier arrivals, as he was sure he would have noticed him on the helipad or even in the chopper - Though late arrival was a possibility. He just waited, as obviously the comm officer was giving the man privacy so had went to another station so he felt it would be better to wait for him or her to return to get the codes to contact home.

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Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 4 - LOCCENT Mission Control
As the call ended Bruiser hung his head for a second. While it was great to talk to the girls like this at the same time it somehow made it harder each time a call finished, leaving him a million miles away once more.

Rising from his seat Bruiser spotted one of the other pilots hovering nearby, a man almost his own age but with a more rugged, world-worn look about him. Stepping up beside him Bruiser tapped the guy on the shoulder in way of a greeting, something of a habit from his days boxing. "Hey there, ain't you one of the new pilots?" He asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't mistaking one of the techs for somebody else, or something.

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Tomiko Fraser - Floor 3 - Shower Room
Mako Mori - Floor 3 - Shower Room
Climbing out of the pool Tommie turned just in time to see Mako finishing her last lap and reached down to offer her a hand climbing out of the water. Sitting down on the poolside together Mako turned and looked over at Tommie curiously. "Where did you learn to swim like that?" She asked after a moment's pause.

Tommie laughed heartily, "Well, you know us girls from the Island, in and out of the ocean all day and all night."

"No," Mako said, her voice low and calculating, "There's something different about the way you move your arms, something precise and..."

Resting her hand on her commander's thigh for a second Tommie looked into Mako's eyes with a sharp look which told the veteran pilot it might not be a good idea to continue with her train of thought. A moment later Tommie's expression melted back into her happy smiling face once more and she lifted herself up onto her feet with a single graceful motion. "I'm gonna hit the shower, unless you'd like a rematch?" SHe said with a gentle laugh, her thumb jerking towards the pool.

"I'm done for the day," Mako replied, shaking her head from side to side, "That was a lot more swimming than I'd planned for and we still have the training session to prepare for."

"In that case, feel free to join me." Tommie said with a cheeky smile.

Mako looked at her quizzically, "The showers on this level are communal, of course I'll be joining you."

"It was a joke, Sugar." Tommie replied with a giggle. Stepping through the entranceway into the changing room Tommie quickly peeled her swimsuit off of her wet body.

Unlike Mako she hadn't thought to take a towel into the pool with her and the wet fabric clung to her skin, making it a little trickier to remove. Finally tossing the costume over onto the bench close to her locker Tommie turned to see her commander carefully laying out her own costume to dry with one hand while holding her towel around herself with the other. "Don't tell me you're shy," Tommie said teasingly as she tugged at the edge of the towel playfully.

"A cultural trait, I suppose," Mako said, blushing slightly, "We do not approve of revealing our bodies to other unnecessarily."

Giggling to herself Tommie turned away and headed into the shower, activating one of the faucets seemingly at random before standing under the hot spray. "It is necessary, you're taking a shower!" Moving her hands up, Tommie quickly gather her hair together an bent forwards into the water flow, letting the liquid splash down over her face for a moment before stepping closer to the wall and soaking her hair thoroughly. Running her hands in rhythmic motions she squeezed the locks roughly, washing out as much of the chlorine as she could as the water poured down over her.

"Here, use this," Mako said and Tommie turned towards her opening her eyes and blinking through the spray. The commander was holding out a bottle of shower gel, something else Tommie had neglected to bring with her. Her other arm was crossed over her chest, covering her breasts from view as Mako turned half-away from the rookie pilot shyly trying to hide herself.

"Thanks." Tommie responded, taking the bottle and lifting it over her head. Squeezing out just enough to clean her hair Tommie passed the bottle back with a nod and began to massage her scalp with both hands, making no effort to shield herself from Mako's inquisitive gaze.

"I suppose you get asked this a lot but what's..." Mako began, before trailing off shyly.

Moving her hands down her body Tommie pivoted on her heel as she lifted her left breast with one hand and wiped the bubbles away from her side with the other to reveal a ugly, ragged scar easily ten inches long which ran from just above the front of her hip around to just below her ribcage. "This?" she asked, rubbing her fingers along the gash. Mako nodded her head quickly. "This is the reason I'm here."

Tommie's silence hung in the air for several seconds, her fingers lingering on the scar as she seemed to fall back into herself. For what seemed like an awfully long time the only sound was the falling water splashing down around the two naked women until Tommie finally looked up with a smile. "Let's just say it's a reminder of a really bad day, and something which reminds me why we're all here."

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Henry turned to the man speaking to him, as a fellow pilot Henry offered his hand. "Captain Henry McTier. Though people call me scotty-" He put on a blank expression. "Though I'm not really sure why." He let loose a sly grin. "You must be one of the early birds, sadly you didn't quite get the worm and had to wait for the rest of us. It's an odd feeling being second, I usually get to where I need to go first." He shrugged, then thought back to why he was waiting in the first place. "Nice couple of girls you got there. Twins? Or just sisters?"

While he did want to hurry and phone home before the training started he felt it was also good to get to know his fellow pilots. This could be the person he was paired with in a Jaeger, once put in one of the metal behemoths they could be deployed at any time so every second with a fellow pilot count.

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Yanmei Long - Floor 3 - Training Room

Yanmei had faintly heard the tapping of feet drawing near to her, but she didn't expect the tap on the shoulder, nor the sudden introduction. It was annoying. Clearly she was trying to sleep. What, did she need a 'Do Not Disturb' sign plastered onto her face in order for someone to get that? Would have been okay if it was someone coming to get her for a task or something important. But, no. This one was just an introduction. Letting out a sigh that had a hint of annoyance in it, Yanmei would open her eyes and turn her head in the direction of the man who had spoken to her. Immediately she recognized the face that was on one of the files attached to the clipboard that was a few feet away from her. Her left hand rose to her mouth as she yawned once, then her arms crossed as she sat there, looking up at him.

"You're one of the new guys right? You aren't assigned to be here for another two hours, which means that I only have that much time to rest before you and some others come in here and disturb me." she paused and raised her eyebrow at him, hoping he'd get the hint that she wasn't ready to talk to anyone right now. Hopefully she didn't come across as too rude, but at this point, Yanmei hardly cared. There were plenty of other things here on the shatterdome that one could do other than bother her. "I'll see you back here in two hours. Then we'll talk, yeah?" she said in a dismissive tone before she lay back down and closed her eyes. "Wǒ fāshì wǒ huì qù biānfú shǐ fēngkuáng de, rúguǒ biérén dǎrǎo wǒ."
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 She would mumble softly to herself as she again tried to get some sleep.

Something along the lines of: 'No one else better bother me, else I'll go bat shit crazy.'

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Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 4 - LOCCENT Mission Control

"An early bird maybe, but not too early, I only arrived last night so I'm still as much in the dark as the rest of you." As he spoke Bruiser shook Scotty's hand with a firm grip, trying to keep his fingers loose to prevent causing and harm before lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck.

"And yeah, my girls are twins, and quite the handful." Bruiser said with a bashful smile, "Luckily my brother's looking after them for me while I'm over here, he's got plenty of time on his hands since... well, since everything happened." Turning his gaze away Bruiser didn't want to trouble the stranger with his family woes, especially not right after meeting the man.

"How about you? Got any family back home? You sound like you're from Scotland, right?" Bruiser continued after a brief pause, trying to change the subject away from his own situation.

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Angelo Ortega "archangel" training room

True but I might not be alone with your for a while so I thought I should say now that your very cute. I hope we can work well together in the future" Angelo said with a smile thinking that being rangers would put them in danger a lot so he should say what he wants to say while he has time to say it. Once Angelo got that off his chest he got up and cracked his neck "see you in a few hours then gorgeous" Angelo called back smiling as he left and proceeded to go to the cafeteria to get some food in him before the two hours would be up. As Angelo got in the elevator it came to him that maybe he should go to the research area and talk to one of the scientists and see if they cant trade notes on the jagers or if they needed some help fixing equipment Angelo wouldn't be able to stand staying still for a long time so it would be good if people understood that Angelo had no problems helping people with things

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Tomiko Fraser - Floor 5 - Mess Hall
Leaving Mako behind in the pool changing area Tommie quickly made her way back to her quarters, her undergarments tossed over her arm and only wearing her uniform jumpsuit. For some reason talking about her scar had made the Jamaican want to get out of the showers as quickly as she could and making her way back to her quarters she kept her head down to hide her dark expression from those she passed.

In her room Tommie through the clothing into the laundry basket at the end of her bunk before peeling off her jumpsuit. The fabric was damp from where she'd put it on without even drying herself from the shower first and Tommie quickly fetched a fresh one from her closet, along with clean underwear. Dressing at a more relaxed pace she felt herself calm a little, finding her centre once more in the familiar surroundings of her personal space, before taking a moment to gaze longingly at the picture of her lost partner pinned into the frame of the full-length mirror.

Finally she turned away with a sigh and stepped out of the room. Checking her watch she saw there was still a little time left before the training was due to start and so she turned down the corridor towards the elevator, heading down to the canteen to grab something to eat.


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Nickname: The Gentleman Mage

Race: Human

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Slim and lanky, Dren has short grey hair in an unkempt style, usually hidden by his hat. His hands bear a number of small scars and burns from his alchemical work. His eyes are an emerald green. He also bears a number of small cuts on his chest and stomach from a number of alchemy accidents.

Weight: 180lbs

Height: 6'4

Frame: Slim and tall.

Personality: Sly and smooth, Dren is something of a wordsmith and could talk a man into selling him everything he owns. Something of a manipulator, Dren tends to use another person's words against him. This can make him somewhat obnoxious. He holds himself in high standing and is very prideful, often acting posh or upper class despite the truth being anything but.

Job: Alchemist

Fighting Style: An amateurish boxing style, otherwise just wild scrapping.

Weapons from strongest to weakest:

Trice Majestos Cane: A black walking stick with a gold bottom and rounded orb at the top, emblazoned with three star symbols on the hilt. Whilst normally functioning as a walking stick, the cane also has potential as a magic catalyst and is Dren's primary form of defending himself. He supposedly made the cane himself and no-one has been able to prove him wrong yet. He also named it.

Item stock: Dren keeps a healthy supply of support items from his travels and a few he whipped up himself across the lands and makes use of them in tough situations. He also keeps a light supply of grenades which he particularly enjoys the use of.

Anelace: A slightly long silver dagger with a hand guard that Dren keeps at his belt. He rarely ever uses it, save for the occasional duel with a swordsman. He keeps it hidden under his cloak and his skills with it are lacking.

Armors/Outfits:

Red Hat: A large wide brimmed red hat with a white feather stuck into it. Dren uses it to cover his face and hide it.

Red overcloak: A large red cloak that Dren wears over his other clothes. Once again, it's used to hide Dren's appearance and also acts as a nifty place to store his wares and items. It also looks pretty cool when blowing in the wind.

Ragged robes: Beneath the cloak, Dren's clothes are not particularly special. They're functional and cover his form but they look shabby. He keeps them hidden at all times to keep up his appearance.

White gloves: These cover Dren's hands at all times to avoid showing the few scars and burns he's received from his alchemical work.

Familiar:

Familiar: Royal Rat Vanguard

Familiar Abilities: Grants Poison and Earth defense. Decreases fire resistance.

Movement Type: Ground, walks and runs, can climb structures.

Familiar Size: Tiny, very nimble and agile.

Relic Weapons: Blowpipe styled cane with ivory rat head top.

Relic Armors: Dren's red cloak and hat become battered and brown versions of themselves, seemingly crawling with rats.

Trance: The Red Phantom

Dren's limbs warp and extend outward, turning him wraithlike in appearance. His speed is doubled in this form, which assists in flinging his spells. His mind also becomes set on nothing but attack, losing all his intelligence.

Pros: He wields strong black magic, though he relies on distraction tactics and befuddling his foes to win the day. He also keeps a helpful stock of items on him at all times. He is also highly intelligent, allowing him to think on the spot in tight situations.

Cons: Dren has almost no physical forms of defending himself and in terms of physicality, is quite weak. Not to mention his reliance on items can leave him running out mid battle and his distraction tactics only tend to work against single opponents.

Background: Originally born in Treno in Alexandria, Dren was born into a life of poverty in the slums of the city. He had to work hard to keep his family supported, taking whatever job he could get and working as much as he could. Whilst working, he discovered he had an eye for spotting compatible materials for unique concoctions, beginning his experimentation as an alchemist.

When his parents passed away at the age of 15, Dren began stealing in order to further his new career, selling his concoctions and items wherever he could to make as much coin as he could. Once he finally had enough, he left the city to explore and sell his potentials somewhere else. He achieved moderate success and the recipes he learned helped him in a number of tricky spots.

When he returned to Treno, he was desperate not to slip back into a life of poverty and knew he had to gain favour with the lords. So, he purchased his robe and hat, hid his hands in gloves and began grooming himself into a makeshift lord. He got better and better, hiding his poor appearance and currying favour with powerful individuals slowly but surely. His skills as a mage earned him the nickname "The Gentleman Mage" by his fellows, finally allowing his transformation into a member of the high class to be complete. At least, that's what it looked like.

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"It's you..." Wylde said as she saw the familiar face of Karn. She made a slight grimace first before answering anything." I usually travel this way... saves me money and people don't bother me." She replied, taking a shaky steps towards the other woman." I distinctly remember telling you that the crate has fragile stuff in it... I basically got dropped from 2 meters and then it was shoved with such strenght that I hit my head and only woke now." She added after standing just before Karn.

 Without warning she leaned in and kissed the other woman without second thought, but broke the kiss quickly." There... now get me some food, before I throw you a KITTY fit and start breaking machinery left and right." She replied with a smile." Come on, I'm hungry, I've been stuck in that box for so long that I feel I can eat a horse... also I need more water!" She stated, pushing her waterskin to Karn.

 "As I said... food first... everything else second... also some alcohol! Come on, did a cat get your tongue or something?" She said with a smile, making fun of the bad cat puns.

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The feline did oh so love making bad puns, and most definitely aggravating everyone else with them. So it was little surprise and much satisfaction as she could hear her Boss's groans. As this much taller woman responded to her, pretty much scolding on the handling of said box, the feline just shrugged, feline ears twitching slightly. "Well let's just say things didn't go as planned. While you were out and oh so cozy, we had a little bit of purrdicament. Didn't have much time to worry about the cargo." she replied, having to crane her neck a bit to look up at the silver haired woman's face.

To Karn's surprise, Wylde didn't hesitate in granting the kiss, brief as it was. Blinking in mild surprise, but otherwise not reacting as her face remained calm by just giving a amused grin. However at the pun, Karn had to bite her bottom lip with her fangs to keep from laughing. Ears twitching and tail slightly swaying from side to side a little faster, the blonde took the held out waterskin before finally snickering at the cat got your tongue joke.

"Geez, a woman after my own heart. Gotta say, you are so far my purrfect lady. Alright Alright, I'll see if I can claw some food and water out. I suggest holding off on the alcohol. You might be want to be fully aware if this ship takes a nose dive. The dear Princess Gemstone graces us with her radiance and I don't think the Queen is quite happy. As you probably felt with the bumpy ride." The Demi-Human chuckled before going to the center of the room, turning on the lantern on the table a little brighter then moved to the right of the stairs that head back to the deck level of the ship. Near the door that led to the hallway.

Examining knocked over chests, boxes and barrels. Some were crushed, some just slightly busted. Finding a familiar wooden crate, Karn opened it and rummaged inside. The thing was as big as her so a good half of her disappeared inside, tail flailing about. Jumping out, she turned to the woman and handed her a loaf of stale cornbread, some beef jerky, a couple of prunes, and a carrot. Moving to a barrel, she opened the lid and dunked the waterskin inside, filling it with liquid and giving the water a examination. It seemed ice crystals were still doing their job, so she closed the lid and handed it to Wylde.

"There. That enough to fill your belly?" Karn asked with a slight grin.

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Hitori continued looking out the window at the Clouds, "Have you ever stopped to think what the Inside of Clouds must be like? They look so soft and wonderful and you would think that inside them would be miraculous places that would keep you safe. I remember going inside of one once and I guess I felt disappointed. There's nothing inside them actually, Clouds are Cold and Wet and full of nothing but the rare spark of lightning. Still I really like the idea of Clouds holding wonder inside them." He spoke out loud but it didn't seem like he was really speaking to anyone in particular. Just himself.

Ada noticed Hitori seemed lost in his own thoughts and nudged him a bit before warbling to him that Cassius had been trying to get his attention. Hitori looked and realized the Lumyian had been speaking to him.

"You did me a Kindness and I felt I had to return one to you in kind, That is all. You may think what you want about me though, people do it anyways and I can't really blame them. I'm a Kumiho and I do things that will upset people." Hitori continued to gaze out the Window. "The Queen is Furious isn't she. I'd bet my Gem Eye that she'll send someone to deal with us soon enough."

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"Yes, that should be more than enough!" Wylde said with a smile as she took the food and the waterskin. She was thinking that Karn said something strange... and took her a few moments to realize what it was! She nearly chocked with the food from the shock." Wait... you took princess Garnet? She is here on this ship!?" She asked. She may have left the army quite a while ago, but she held some attachments from the past. She had swore to protect the princess and the queen like all others.

 "Well... that explains everything then. There is no way the queen will let you off easily now." Wylde stated and returned to her food." She will bare her claws at all of you soon enough and considering I'm also here, I'm not going to be spared her wrath either." The duelist said after a surprisingly fast finishing of her food and then gulping down the remaining water from her waterskin.

 "Well, well, well... that was hit the purrfect spot~" She added, her hunger and thirst now dealt with. She even added the purr pun for a good measure. She liked Karn, she was funny." *sigh* So you guys catnapped the princess? That's some bold action there judging by the smell of burnt wood and the like I'd say it was quite the fight. Such a shame I missed it."

 "So my feline friend, what will you be doing with me now?" She asked, unwrapping herself from the warm blanket, so she has the mobility again." By the way do you always, talk with meowingly great puns?" She then asked as she went to her box once again and reached inside to pull her rapier from inside it." Now I'm feeling all ready for everythi... actually now. Okey, what will it cost me for you to massage my legs first? I've been stuck in that box for so long they are still numb..."

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Cassius tilted his head a bit. He was curious why he was talking about, but he did not understand what brought him to clouds, but the more he talked, the more he felt like Hitori was somewhat a curious child at heart, and an angry man by nature when provoked. He did however feel intrigued enough to not silently judge him. Instead, he listened.

"I don't understand what I did for you though..." Sure, he urged him to follow, but it was perhaps him being selfish. To be his benefactor. He was however somewhat trying to find words what to say, but he felt himself at a loss. He wasn't where he was, he was not in his work environment. He felt at a disadvantage. He wanted to try to be more comforting.

"You don't need to have determination to do the right thing child." Ifrit hummed.

Cassius took a breath.
"No, I should be thanking you. You helped me get out of two situations thus far. I'd be dead or worse otherwise. Thank you Sir Hitori." Cassius exhaled.

"Starting to feel like you and the Princess swapped personalities." Ifrit chuckled.
"Starting to think I can accidentally drop from a great fall..." Cassius thought.

"I yield! I yield! I shall not be fated as Humpty Dumpty once was!" Ifrit apologized.
"Hahaha. I am not that mean. Maybe... Demeaning at times, but... Not one to hate. But never compare me to a Princess." He shook his head as he walked over to Randy once again.

"Look, we may be shot out of the sky, and there is no way to be delicate about it. Gather the workers and try to find a place that is structurally sound. That is an order." Cassius spoke, a bit more confidence. Possibly due to his relationship to his workers.

Cassius once again looked to the red robed man.
"How would you like a job at R&D?" Cassius removed his helmet when addressing him.

Blank walked more inwards as he observed his actions. He smirked a bit at his interactions. From humble, to bossy, then generous?
"Man, he sure is something. Baku just might have competition." Blank chuckled internally.

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"R&D? You're offering me that level of a job?" Dren asked him suspiciously. He could feel his small cluster of grenades hidden beneath his robes clink slightly, almost eagerly at the prospect. Naturally though, the idea of being offered a job like that by someone who could very well be a terrorist, wasn't particularly worth entertaining. Then again, this mention of being shot down into an Evil Forest would put anyone's perspectives in skew. He didn't know much about the area, but he'd heard of the forest. Chances are he wouldn't be able to shy out of this one... he'd be forced into combat. Most likely with this group too as he looked over the lot of them... what a mess they were. But his magic did work best when he had others to back him up. His options were limited at this point. He offered a gloved hand to Cas.
"Very well. I will extend my trust this one time."