[System]
Character Sheet:
Age: (Self-explanatory)
Gender: (Male? Female? Other?)
Race: (Human? Faunus? Grimm-ish?)
Appearance: (Picture or description)
Personality: (What are you like?)
Background: (Why are you where you are?)
Affiliation: (Upriser, Loner, Rusty)
Weapon: (what does it look like?)
Fighting style: (how do you fight?)
Sembalance: (OPTIONAL; basically a semi-superpower)
Other: (Anything I missed or doesn't have a place)

Name: Magdeline Garron

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: She photoshopped this picture of her with one of her son's baby pics.

Personality: Magdeline is a supportive woman. She often projects her motherly feelings on the younger Uprisers, refering to any of them as "sweetie", "dear", "honey", etc. She means nothing by it other than she doesn't dislike you. Magdeline is usually upbeat, unless she starts thinking of Seth, her son who died to protect her from Grimm that were attacking her house. If she does, she'll have a neutral-toned, solomn look on her face that could last seconds or hours.

Background: Magdeline was the mother of a hunter-in-training that had gone to Beacon who lent his hand in keeping the Grimm at bay. He survived. Long enough for him to be a threat to Torchwick, whose men "accidentally" killed him, as he got "in the way" of them taking care of some Grimm. His body was buried in the mass graves the Hunters were given. No headstones. No names. Just one big pit they're thrown in. She was furious at Torchwick's ploys. She finally couldn't stand it and joined the Uprising, and soon became head of reconnissence and unconventional warfare. She's hired a few Loners to aid in the cause occasionally, but it's usually her and a small group of Uprisers chip away at Dictator Roman's defenses.

Affiliation: Upriser

Weapon: Dual daggers. Nothing special. Two daggers with four-inch, double edged blades.

Fighting style: Assassination-style. 90% of her targets never see her face before they're dead. The other 10% lose because of her sembalance (described below).

Sembalance: Shadow Chains - Magdeline can create chains that bind a person to a surface. Only works on living creatures, so she can't use this on mechs. She can use it on animatronics with Auras, so it might be more of an Aura thing than a person thing. No one knows for sure yet. We just know it won't work on mechs. But it does work on mech operators.

Other: (Anything I missed or doesn't have a place)

[User]
Magdeline
 The only remaining henchman in her sight, Magdeline tried something she'd never considered doing with her Sembalance before: killing. She focused her chains on the henchman, but specifically on his neck. With rage seething from her in both body language and facial expression, Magdeline squeezed a fist with the hand controlling her Sembalance chains, and it tightened until a *snap* was heard. The chains dissolved with the lifeless body slumping to the ground. By this point, Magdeline was in full view and in the club.

 With an eerie calm, Magdeline smiled at Graham, then at this mysterious woman who appeared a little bit ago when she mentions her. "You should probably head home now, sweetie. And you too, dear. You won't be able to do much of any real damage. I'll take care of him." Nearly spitting the last word out, though she kept a calm attitude. She turned to the Butcher. "I don't think we'll need to get animal control involved with taking out this animal, and it looks like pests are under control, so no exterminator needed. Eh, Grundal?" Calling the beast by his real name was far from Magdeline's only mental warfare, but she was just trying to attract the big bully's attention so he was less focused on carnage, and less caring about survivors. "That's right, big boy. I did some research on you before tonight. Turns out, we went to the same academy. Same graduating class. You probably wouldn't remember the group named MNLA ("Magnolia")? Your team rival all four years? We disbanded a while back. A few months short of a year, actually, due to... complicated circumstances, after the Grimm breached the town. Hard to work with three dead teammates. Oh, and a kid-on-the-way. Yeah, you remember him. I know you do. I hope I can allow you two to be... closer. Like in the same pit." Her last sentence was filled with undeniable anger, sadness, and pure, unadulterated hatred.

[Assistant] Everything went by in a flurry, Graham could barely react to what was going on. Before he knew it, people laid dead and the Butcher stood there, laughing like a maniac. "You sick bastard!" Graham yelled. And then suddenly Inari and Magdeline was in the room. Magdeline advised them both to go home but Graham merely shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere." He said, twirling his tonfas. As they twirled they transformed into their pistol form, and Graham aimed one at the Butcher and the other scanning between his men. "C'mon!" He yelled to them.

[User]
The Butcher turned to face the newcomer, turning to look as Magdeline killed one of his boys rather brutally, his monstrous smile never shrinking as he pondered his options. The boy obviously hadn't gotten his message, but that didn't matter now, what matter was that he was outnumbered, 3-1. Which means, he was actually in a fair fight for once.

Raising up his cleaver, it shifted into a cannon-like object which retracted over his forearm before squeezing down to form a snug fit. He then pointed it up towards the ceiling, a darkness raising from the barrel before he shot out a ball of dark Aura into the air, then quickly shifted the cannon from damage to precision, and fired several smaller spheres at each of his opponents, before the large ball exploded with great force, cracking the floor and cloaking everything in darkness temporarily. He switched his weapon back into cleaver form, then blasted himself at the Faunus girl, aiming at her with a swinging over head chop, being much faster with his weapon than any person had a right to be. he'd continue to slash at her in a fast moving barrage, changing it up suddenly in the middle by clicking a button that caused the cleaver to become a scythe, and thus making his attacks much more intense and harder to avoid as he upped the speed, before adding a 5 blast spheres into the misc, blowing them up in her face while they were engaged, then switching targets as the darkness dispersed, this time heading for Graham.

He switched back to his cleaver, but he swung it like a baseball bat at him, intending to smack the kid around a little. Whether it succeeded or not, he's the n launched a bunch, his arm completely blackened with his aura, and he'd unleash a devastating punch right at him, and into the few survivors behind him. If he dodged, they'd take the full brunt of the attack, but if he took the attack, it would do a heck of a lot more than just tickle. The Butcher would then use the force from that attack to launch him into a spinning attack at Magdeline, the darkness finally gone from the room at this point. He'd attempt to slice her in half, the attack being so strong that it would cut deeply into the dance floor, and he actually struggled a tiny bit to pull it out.

'Grundai. . . been awhile since I've been called that. Yeah, I was on team Grendel I believe, the leader and we were sent to the Ivory Grove to face some new kind of Grimm, one that was said to be. . .intelligent. we were the top of our class, and some of the best out there, so us being chosen was a given. Yet it only ended in failure, and when I came back into the world of Man from that hellhole, I was changed, stronger, faster, better than man or faunus!" Grundai held a hand to his head, the visor was growing really intensely now, and was beginning to pulse in time with his breath. And thhat smile of his was growing inhuman wide now, and the teeth were starting to become very, very sharp. A low, rumbling growl could be heard emanating from deep with in his throat, not in anger, but in pure, unadulterated excitement. The blood on the floor, the fear in the air, the hatred on the faces of those he faced, it did nothing to discourage or weaken him, on the contrary, it made him feel all the more alive. He could feel it, deep inside him, something truly craving this negative energy, the taste of it on his tongue better than fine wine. He wanted, he needed it, he must have.

He would have it. . . but that day was not today. The beast was at the gates, and this wasn't the time to release it from it's cage.

"I made a deal with the devil, Maggy, and it's made me a god amongst men. You were all doomed from the start, and while I'd really like to finish this came, I think it's time I took my leave." Grundai once again became cloaked in darkness, but it was a much deeper than before, and from it radiated such a sense of hatred, of fear, of pure unadulterated, that it would drive them back, the feeling like worms crawling in their skin. And in one bestial roar, The Butcher released all of the energy he held, the blast effecting the entire club. By the time it cleared, The Butcher and his remaining boys were gone, so was the girl and their truck. The Butcher had escaped. . . or maybe he had let them escape, either way, the end result remained the same. Their were many injured and more dead with in the club, which would probably never become operable ever again.

[Assistant]
When the monster had struck, Inari had barely avoided the first attack and quickly realised that, with the shrouding darkness in the club, she couldn't rely on just her eyes. Her vision was sharp, but her ears and nose were sharper. When he came at her, the sound of his blade moving through the air and the smell of his sweat were enough for her to keep track of him. Even then he was fast and she was only just able to stay ahead of his swings. She didn't even try to parry or block his attacks, but simply did her best to avoid them.

The last strike he swung her way was the fastest yet and should have been the end of her, but at the last second she leapt upwards with all her strength twisting in the air as her semblance took hold and she felt the pull of gravity shift towards the ceiling. She landed, her feet sticking to the roof and the attack passed harmlessly under her. She took a moment to recover and, from her high vantage point, reassess the situation. Then the whole thing was over, before she could continue to act. Another flash of darkness and the monster was gone, along with all of his goons. Inari relaxed her sword arm, releasing the blade from her grip and letting it collapse into dust, as she looked down (up?) at everyone from her position on the ceiling.

[User] Graham back stepped as the Butcher swung his cleaver towards him, unfortunately it didn't stop there as his opponent charged up whatever dark energy he was using in his fist. At the same time, Graham used his semblance and took the sound waves emitting from the speakers and launched it forward, making the sound waves slam into the butcher, hopefully slowing down the punch, Graham turned his pistols back into tonfas and double blocked with them, crossing the long sides together. Despite the attempt, the punch was incredible and sent Graham tumbling backwards into the crowd. He was very lucky, that could have been a lot worse. As Graham shakily stood up, the Butcher and his men was nowhere to be seen, neither was the girl either. Damn it! Why did he have to be so reckless, getting civilians in danger too. Graham collapsed on the ground, tears welling up. "I'm so... fucking stupid!" He exclaimed, talking to himself. He punched the ground in frustration. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He yelled at himself again, repeating his actions. He made a promise to himself, he'll train up, become stronger and get back at the Butcher. He stood up and slowly walked to the owner. "I'm going to get her back. That's a promise." He said solemnly to the owner. He then turned to Mags and Inari, still keeping his goggles own. "Thank you, for the help." He said, and then chuckled. "Sure kept my ass being destroyed." He added with a weak smile.

[Assistant]
Magdeline
 The carnage this beast was creating was devastating. To make matters worse, the beast wouldn't let up. It's an unfair fight no matter what. We need to get out of here. There's no way we can take him on like this. At that moment, the Butcher had just slugged Graham and knocked him back. It was her turn now. Seeing the large blade about to be slung at her, Magdeline prepares to dodge, but his speed. He's faster than any man of that size and with that size of weapon should move. She barely dodged, managing to esape with merely a cut along the side of her right abdomen. Clutching it with her left hand, she growls and curses under her breath. Then, with a *poof* and an explosion, the Butcher was gone.
 Graham was the first to react, and was beating himself up about not being able to stop the beast-man. Magdeline walked over to him, listening to his anger and thanks, and starts rubbing circles on his upper back. "Hey, it's gonnna be ok sweetie. You did your best. We did our best. That's all anyone can do. He's not a man any more. He wasn't kidding about the deal with the devil. Although, I think it was still metaphorical. Anyways, why don't we go get patched up and get some rest. If you don't feel comfortable staying alone, feel free to stay at my house." With a smile, she looked from Graham to the young lady on the ceiling. "Miss, if you need, we can take you to the doctor with us. And if you need a place to stay, you're free to stay with me at my house, dear." Smiling sincerely at the girl on the inside of the roof, she starts walking out towards her doctor, who would be able to do some work tonight. For a price, obviously.


[System]
Normal Appearance:
peaking just above twelve meters, she stands under Optimus Prime only barely.

Alternate form:
Mightly large and unwieldy, Prism's vehicle is perfect for taking a hit and ramming into others and walls. It's large size also allows her t carry additional cargo while in vehicle mode.

Former faction: Autobots

Role: Heavy Weapons/Demolition

Weapons and tools: -Shoulder mounted Gatling guns
-shoulder mounted rockets (Can be used briefly, but requires external power source)
-Demolition tools
-Dual shotguns hidden in legs
-multitude of grenades
-deployable struts to stand still.
-python-like biceps (Prism flexes haughtily while laughing)

Personality: While tough and gruff, Prism enjoys a good laugh. It's hard to find a good laugh in the wasteland that she lives in, but she tries her best to keep her chin up. She knows the struggles of war, having been an Autobot for decades, if not a century or two, she can't quite keep track of how long it's been since actual, full on peacetime. Was it just centuries? She couldn't remember if it was that or even longer.

She respected the Last of the Primes. She still does. Though, Prism couldn't help but think that the main reason she was left on Cybertron was because how much exploding she tended to do on a regular basis. Even with her hopes, the back of her mind does scorn Optimus to some level for abandoning their planet.

History: Prism has always seen war. There were very few moments in time in which she didn't remember one faction fighting against another. She didn't join the Autobots solely for the sake of fighting the good fight. She was good with heavy weapons and explosives since her creation, and she knew it. If anyone was going to be their demolition expert, it was going to be her. Unfortunately, Brawn was a couple steps ahead of her in the Demo department. He worked as a friend and ally to Prism, even showing her a few new things every once and a while. He deserved to be the resident Explosives man, but she still wished to take the spot from him.

She looked up to Prime and the others, eventually looking just to her side to see them as she worked with them against the Decepticons. When they eventually left the planet, Optimus refused to let her go with them aboard the Ark. He had told her that she would help keep together whatever fragments were left of the Autobots, and that she would be able to lead a sect of her own, but it didn't work out as they planned. The Autobots quickly fell apart under the appointed lead of Prism, and the Autobots were a thing of the past. Luckily, it seemed as if the rival faction had shared the same fate, so it wasn't all too bad.

Without anything to do, Prism spent her time taking care of herself, continuing to hone her bomb making and disarming skills, as well as keeping her aim straight. It wasn't until she hit a roadblock in her learning that she decided to try again to rebuild the planet, knowing that just the Autobots weren't going to be enough. She needed the help of her enemies as well. With that, she sent out a beacon to call any and all willing bodies to help her rebuild.

Extras and additional information: Prism has a deployable EOD mask, but uses it for combat as well.
Voice -Claudia Christain
Theme Song -Technologic VS Feel Good Inc - Daft Punk and Gorillaz

Relations with other characters: Nightscream - "Who is SHE calling a Sparkling!?"

Sklog - "Pretty quiet, but that's not a bad thing."

Turbulence - "He just... He fell out of the sky!"

[User]
Earlier...

The preparations were in full chaos mode. The Autobots succeeded in launching their glorified cargo ship despite their best efforts - yet again - and everyone was scrambling to get the Nemesis operational and chasing the Autobot ship. And for Primus' sake, out of Megatron's way. In his eternal string of ambition, gloating and failures, their glorious leader succeeded at nothing but bringing their homeworld itself to its knees. And now he was abandoning it altogether in a raging pursuit of war for the sake of war itself.

"Estimated time to launch: 10 minutes. Nightscream, report to the bridge." said the voice of Nightscream's mentor over the communications channel. The flyer wasn't hearing it though. She was sat down firmly at her usual station, buried deep within Kaon where she spent many days of the war, melting her circuits down to hel make that one improvement that one piece of technology that would finally win them the war. And then again and again, when it didn't work, with the occasional spice in the form of hacking the Autobot communications.

"I'm sorry, but I'll pass. If his lordship is in need of a good engineer, he can go grab Shockwave, the faithful dog. I am not leaving my home to rust for someone's ambition. Megatron has gone too far this time." she sent back, brandishing one of her blades. Technically, she was disobeying a direct order. But in the ruckus that was consuming the force, she would be lucky to get a post card let alone a firing squad. The silence was unnerving her though - and her mentor was very good at giving silent treatments. "You never were truly believing of the cause. Very well. Hold down the fort before we return with the Matrix. Nemesis out." Soundwave said, before standing in attention and saluting. Just before he moved to turn the channel off, she could hear his robotic voice whisper ever so silently. "Goodbye, my sister."

In a move that would have probably made her the laughing stock of the Vehicons for eons, she brushed her hand along the screen: "Goodbye. Kaon city, signing off."

Present time...

Nightscream's systems came back online after coming out of recharge prematurely. There was a bleeping alarm. "A ping?" she said for herself, sprint-stumbling over to her console. Following the departure of the Nemesis and Arc, she put her new found status of the highest ranking Decepticon on the planet to good use, taking over most communications networks. she left them operational, but put a subtle tracing program in that would alert her to anyone else stranded on Cybertron as well.

Her eyes widened when she looked at the origin of the signal. Iacon. "So, Optimus Prime. You didn't think little old me could be trusted with the future of our homewolrd? I am offended." the 'Con grinned, continuing with her new habit of talking to herself, or people that weren't there. Pressing play, she listened to the message. Just one 'Bot. Searching the databases for this Prism, the computer supplied several files aligned with the name, but only one listed as demolitions expert.

Displaying the file, Nightscream gave the Autobot on the picture a glance. "Well, Prime, I will have to employ the service of your cutie bruiser. New way to power all of this equipment won't invent and build itself, you know?" Nightscream sneered and turned on her heel, leaving her little base for the first time since who knew how many years ago. She would be surprised if the autobot even knew her by name.

Leaping into the air, she transformed and the are was filled with the high pitched scream of her engines. Nightscream almost forgot how liberating it was to fly. The trip to Iacon raised her mood considerably, and she sneaked in a few combat turns and even a suborbital jump, fuel consumption be damned. She could get away with it this one time.

The hangar near the Arc launch site came to view quickly, and the Decepticon entered in a typical Nightscream fashion: With a sonic boom and a cone of ionized atmosphere and burning dust surrounding her through her descent. Her feet sent out sparks and a terrible screeching sound as she slid along the metal surface. Her visor snapped shut as she walked the rest of the distance to the entrance, ready to defend herself if necessary - Old habits died hard, and the urge to blow this place up was high. Noooo! No! If anything, I should stab her right through the spark chamber. No sense wasting the energon and perfectly good spare parts. she thought for herself with a sadistic smirk before kicking on the heavy door a few times to gain attention: "Yuuhooo, little 'Bot! You have a visit and it's rude to keep it waiting!"

[Assistant]
Earlier...

Sklog shambled down the corridor with his brothers and sisters as they were lead onto the decepticon ship the Nemesis. The 'com and his brethren walked in silence only with a couple of grunts and the clanking sound of their large feet. With his usual neutral expression, Sklog prepared to get on the Nemesis to kill for his superiors but something unusual happened. The ship was already begging get to take off while the Dino-bots hustled to get on but one rouge con still on the ground drew their weapon and prepared to fire at the ship. Sklog seemed to be the only 'con to notice this rouge and made a mad dash to take out the bot that was threatening his faction.

While Sklog managed to get the bit to miss the ship, the weapon still went off in a close proximity to both Sklog and the rouge bot. The blast managed to kill the other bot and knock some circuits loose in Sklog, making him unresponsive. As the Nemesis took off, Sklog was left behind with no guidance.

Present...

Sklog booted back up thanks to the new signal being pumped to him from someone named Prism. Sklog got to his feet and got his bearings on what had happened. After recalling the previous events Sklog felt a new feeling that he hadn't felt before. It was a hollow sort of feeling, a bad feeling.

It was loneliness.

He looked at where the ship once was then looked to the sky imagining his brothers and sisters going on without him into the vast unknown. This thought made Sklog sad as he came to the realization that he would likely never see them again. After standing and begging sad for a while a loud booming sound brought Sklog back to reality. He didn't know what to do so he went with the newest orders that he had been given which were to report to the Arc Hanger and help rebuild cybertron. Sklog transformed and dashed off in the direction of the Arc Hanger. Sklog wasn't the fastest bit but he wasn't extremely slow either. He got there just as another bot had been waiting at the door. Sklog transformed once again and walked to the door, ignoring the other bot for the most part.

[User]
With no time to spare, Prism pushed herself away from the wall. She staggered into a sprint just before transforming, making her way from the wall of the hangar to the other end of the massive room. Her large, box-like vehicle mode wasn't build for speed, but she could still move at a decent pace. The bright blue lines and lights on the exterior of her vehicle made it seem as if she was moving faster than she actually was. She was meant for handling heavy weaponry, explosives, and cargo, not for getting from one end of the room to another in the blink of an eye. In time, she reached the doors that led to the little room that housed the controls, as well as many other things.

She transformed out of her large vehicle mode and slowed to a halt. She stood just before the code-locked door that led into the security room that housed the bay door controls. Her hand moved forward, imputing the code into the small panel just next to the door before stepping inside. There was a small elevator that led up to the room itself, which was rather fast and took little to no time between floors. Fortunately, the security room also provided a video feed to the bay doors, which meant that she could see who was at the door before she let anyone in.

There were only two people at the door when she looked at the video feeds. Since the hangar was her home, she did what she could to keep everything in working condition, even if it wasn't her specialty.

Prism sighed. There were two Decepticons and zero autobots. She could tell just by their appearances, and by the fact that she had never seen them before. Or had she seen them? Prism didn't know, and honestly couldn't find a reason to care if she had met them before or not. Whatever the case was, she pushed a buttom as she leaned towards a microphone that transmitted her voice outside.

"Well, two is better than one, and that's better than nothing. Come one in and make yourselves at home." Her tone was authoritative and calm, but had a light undertone to it that could barely be heard along with her smile. She pushed another button. This time, the doors to the hangar split slightly before sliding away from one another. The weight of the doors, as well as their state of repair, or lack thereof, caused them to move slowly. However, this did allow Prism to get back down to the ground to greet them before the doors were opened fully.

She shifted out of her vehicle form again, looking at the two calmly. None of her weapon were deployed, but she was ready in the even that the 'Cons wanted to kill her and use her body for scrap metal.

"Welcome to Iacon, I hope you enjoy your first time being here without being shot at." She smiled at them both, laughing a little at herself. She found it funny because she couldn't remember them, if she had seen them before, that is.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender:M

Race:Human

Weapon:
"Cia" and "Lana" are two gun-hatchets similar to the StormFlower in that it's a pair of melee weapons that turn into a pair of small automatic weapons. "H" is the hatchet's cutting edge, "S" is the stock, "C" is the cartridge, "M" is the muzzle, and "T" is the trigger. The weapons' gun design is based on the Mac10 SMG. The hatchet Cia is black, with crude red tribal designs on it, and a red spades symbol. The hatchet Lana is white, with elegant gold royal-like lines, and a golden heart emblazoned on it.

Specialty: He styles himself as a stereotypical "Barbarian" in terms of game speak. He rushes into fights guns ablaze or hatchets swinging, occasionally using barriers to trap the enemy for an easy kill. Mostly though, he just uses his barriers to further allow himself to wail on enemies without having to worry about dodging.

Semblance: He has the ability to create barriers, like thin sheets of transparent matter. This takes concentration though, which is why he relies on instinct, and rarely gives others protection with it.

Personality: Indie is kind of a weirdo. He is constantly being immature in any number of ways, and generally does't take things very seriously. He is also quite lazy, frequently procrastinating, and only really doing things he thinks are interesting. Surprisingly though, he's quite intelligent, and a great fighter, though he doesn't put his formal training to much good use, mostly relying on instinct and his barriers. He does generally treat people decently, but treats authority with the same regard as peers. Oddly enough, he may just be hiding something behind that jester-like persona...

Color: Indigo [#4B0082]
Emblem: A smiling mask, jaggedly split down the center. It's eye is a simple circle, as it's mouth is a simple crescent smile, tragically cut short due to the fracture breaking the other part of the mask off.

Appearance: Indie is a slightly tall, lanky and slim fellow. He never brushes his constantly ruffled grey brown hair. His deep blue eyes are almost never displayed, as he is always wearing a navy blue mask, one side in a perpetual grin, the other in never ending sorrow. He wears a nice black jacket, which almost always has its sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His pants are, once again, a dark blue similar in color to his eyes, mask, and the shirt he wears under his jacket. His shoes are simple grey sneakers. He is occasionally seen donning a blue bowtie, but this is only ever during days he deems "special."
As for pajamas, he wears a black and blue robe that goes to about two inches past his knee, and a pair of boxer-briefs.

[User]
Ivan was quite happy with both handshakes, and returned to his meal with renewed vigor as the conversation shifted to the fights mentioned earlier. To his credit, it appeared he was as thick-skinned as he was arrogant, and the sarcasm in Indigo's tone about the gunslinger's lack of effort flew directly over his head. But then the problem with Ineko's fight was brought up. Ivan had been preparing for his own combat when the drone-master was called into battle, and had automatically assumed a quick knockout had prevailed, not some cowardly refusal to fight. Ivan frowned and began to mull over the correct answer to this shocking development as an univolved girl managed to stick her head into the conversation at the worst possible time and begin to lecture with insults spread throughout.

Her points were valid, of course. Humans and faunus lost their way in the fight against the evil Grimm all the time, and it wasn't unheard of for the criminal scum of the underworld to get bright ideas about using their aura as a weapon against the authority of the government(And by proxy, the Hunters and Huntresses).

But Ineko was his partner, and that meant he already had more of a bond with the drone-slinging man than some random chick who thought she could talk trash. That meant it was time for a lecture of his own(He flat out at ignored the other woman's calm and correct answers, this was something that he'd deal with, not an unrelated party.).

Ivan reached over as Sapphire finished her degrading speech and tapped her on the shoulder, mimicking her actions from a few moments prior. "Oi, you. Yeah, the bland looking one with the shotguns. Lay off my partner." Ivan snapped his fingers in front of her face to make sure he had her full attention, almost as if he was talking to a dog. "I get that you are the resident authority on fighting people that aren't your primary enemy. I do, really. I mean, look at how your team treats you. One night and they already can't stand simply sitting near ya!" He smirked, quite pleased with his own wit.

As Shiro impacted and proclaimed that the meat was open to everyone, Ivan's obnoxiously confident grin only grew wider. "See, lookit that! Meat by Team Swansong! Already going behind your back."

[Assistant]
Sapphire Rode - Cafeteria
Sapphire felt slightly nauseated seeing what Aurellius did to his hand. While she didn't have a particular dislike of blood or guts, in fact they weren't really an unusual sight for her, the image of the boy digging into his own arm with a carefree nonchalant look on his face was enough to make her puke.

Thankfully she was able to fight down the gag reflect and soon enough Diamond had the wound covered with her handkerchief which Sapphire was glad off. Diamond quickly changed the subject, Sapphire guessed no one really wanted to dwell on what exactly Aurellius had just done to himself.

The view that Diamond took of a Huntress's job was an incredibly narrow one. Sure they were both trained and expect to fight the Grimm but that wasn't all they could or would do in there careers.

"If your sitting eating lunch with us is any indication the police aren't exactly effective. Tell me what would happen if someone as skilled as Goodwitch decided that the laws didn't apply to them anymore. Just took what they wanted, whenever they wanted. You think the police could deal with that? No of course not. They'd send another Hunter or Huntress to deal with the problem and that is precisely why we need to know how to fight humans cause the number of people who actually know how to use there auras and there semblance isn't exactly limited to those attending Beacon. And for the record a cops salary is a pittance compared to what Hunters make."

Sapphire had apparently run afoul of the partner to the boy she'd called simple. He was a bigger guy, she could take him down pretty easily given how slow he was and after watching his sparring match how uncompromising of tactics he'd been. No matter what had happened all he had done was shoot at his opponent even with the arena exploding around him. She thought his name was Ivan.

Sapphire could have drawn her gun on him easy, it wouldn't have been particularly difficult but she'd already resolved to give her rib at least a weeks rest and besides some loud mouth who thought that victory just naturally belonged to him wasn't really worth her time.

She shrugged nonchalantly at his accusation that her teammates wanted nothing to do with her. It was true enough, her first impression hadn't exactly been exemplary and it wasn't like she really cared in the first place. "So I'm not naturally gifted with social grace. At least I can do more than just fire my gun over and over and over again without considering that my opponent might actually adapt to that tactic. By the way I really enjoyed your fight watching you get smacked around by someone half your weight was the biggest laugh I've had in a good long while."

Sapphire could have said a lot more on the matter but she was interrupted when a large white object came flying through the air aimed directly at there table. Sapphire didn't have time to register exactly who or what it was, the moment it made contact with the Sapphire slapped her wrist bracelets together activating Morpheus and Phobator, which she'd retrieved after sparring class.

The second the object was down Sapphire realized it was a person and aimed for a weak spot closest to her. She grabbed the person's arm applying Morpheus directly to the wrist just over a major vein. It was then she looked up and realized who it was. Sapphire sat back down in her seat collapsing her daggers back into there leather bands. "Ah fuzzball, you looking to get yourself killed?" Sapphire rolled her eyes. What could she possibly have done in her life that she would be punished with this idiot for a teammate. "If you'd wanted to offer us food you could have, I-don't-know, walked over here and asked like a normal person. Then again your landing looks like it sent everyone's lunches to the floor so we might as well take your leftovers."

Sapphire herself had lost the remainder of her milk which was currently pooling in the cracks of the table as well as her sandwiches. Everyone else's lunches were in varying states of disarray. Tiger boy's semblance must have really fried his brain but good to have him thinking that launching himself halfway across the lunch room was in any way a good idea.

She turned to look at Ivan who seemed to think that Shiro and the others being generous was somehow a commentary on her being unable to control her team. "Aww, come on Ivy if they want to be generous who am I to stand in the way?"

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Oswald merely watched on with disinterest as everybody around him went on with their business. Some people were arguing about the necessity of learning to fight other people. When Oswald recognized Sapphire's voice, he found himself agreeing with what she said: even questioning why it was necessary was...ridiculous. Idiotic, even. Maybe even as bad as a guy who didn't know what an acute angle was.

Frowning, he grunted in displeasure as Aurellius tore his wound open. "God dammit Aurellius, one day and you can't go with making an ass of yourself? Some of those people were trying to eat." Despite his exasperation, he couldn't help but laugh at the others' reactions to the blood and gore. "Though I will admit, that's a hell of a party trick."

After Aurellius's display, Diamond also questioned the need for Hunters and Huntresses doing what should have been the job of the police. Again, Sapphire made a retort, but this time things started to get too heated for Oswald's personal tastes. He didn't agree with Diamond, but if she was his team mate, he'd have to stick up for her. "Sapphire, lay off. We all got history, even if it's ugly. I'm sure we've all got blemishes on our souls the rest of the world wouldn't look too kindly on. And I don't understand why salary is even a question here. So long as it's livable, who the fuck cares?"

When Shiro landed on the table, scattering the remaining food, Oswald smirked and gave himself a mental pat on the back for finishing quickly. Despite the....absolutely fucking terrible way the offer was presented, Oswald got up and chuckled. "Great, free grub. If it gets me away from the hotheads, I'd gladly eat raw meat." Walking towards Gren and Abel, he hadn't even bothered to look if anybody else was going along with it. Free food was free food.

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"Hey kid," Ineko heard, and felt a tapping on his shoulder, he glanced up to the blue haired girl "Are you stupid or just plain simple? Of course we need to know how to fight humans. The Hunters aren't the only ones with semblance or the power of aura and not everyone uses that ability for good. What happens when we have to face off against a group like the White Fang or a criminal organization of aura users. If you don't know how to fight your fellow humans you won't last day."
Ineko thought for a second about what she said, and nodded slightly in agreement. Before he could reply, a number of things happened. Another girl interjected with her own opinion of the subject. Ivan stood up and gave the blue haired girl a piece of his own mind, defending Ineko, much to his worry. Concerned of escalation, Ineko got up too and placed his hand gently on Ivan's shoulder, "Ivan, no need to defend me, I am not offended." Ineko turned to Sapphire, the girl who had lectured him. Before be said anything, somehow pieces of food and milk had landed on Damascus. He sighed softly, looking down at the mess on him, he looked back up to Sapphire, who now would have a much better look at his cybernetic jaw and throat. "My apologies for my ignorance, my mind was on other things, and I hadn't thought that far in regards to the possible opponents I would have." He spoke, his mouth didn't move as the words came out, it was like a speaker had been installed and the voice was coming through that. "Now, I should get myself cleaned off." Gesturing to the mess on his armor. He turned back towards his table and put his helmet back on, after a quick check of the time, he determined that he would be able to get a quick shower in too. He left the cafeteria and headed towards the nearest shower.

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Indigo sat surprisingly quietly through all of the conversation, simply nodding along and eating. This was kind of out of character for him, but people were making points, be they good or bad, and he wanted to hear them. Even though Ineko sounded wise, someone, Safire maybe? Had shout him down pretty quickly. Oddly enough though, Ivan immediately jumped to his defense. It made sense technically; Ineko probably wasn't one to defend himself, and Sappy or whatever her name was had insulted him thoroughly in her rebuttal. But it was Ivan doing the defending, which didn't make much sense.

Then some dude slammed himself into the table like an idiot, almost coating Indi in a layer of noodles and sauce. He had played this game before though, and he was quick on the barrier draw. As he stared at his now wasted lunch, a slow rage started building as he stared up at the person who launched himself at their table. The person explained that there was food over at team Swansong's table, oddly absent of their leader. Indi's mood switched. Meat? Yes, so much yes. He heard out what the others had to say before leaving though. Sappy insulted someone yet again, and Ineko left. "Well since everyone who's not an asshole left the table, I might as well remove a dick from the situation." He said as he got up and walked over to Gren and Abel. "Hey Gren! Hey... other guy? Abel? Was it Abel? It was Abel, right?" Indi asked as he sat down next to Gren. He decided to kill two birds with one stone. "Hey, sorry about your hand dude. I know it's gonna be a little harder to entertain yourself for a bit. Hehe." He joked. How Gren responded to that icebreaker would be a good indicator of if it was used against him.


[System]
Also known as: The the messenger, the neutral, the traveler.

Age: Oooooold.

God Status: She was once charged with traveling between the three worlds with various missives though this is no longer something she can do. Now she is the goddess of messages and messengers, travelers, and neutrality. She was always a minor goddess with a few small powers.

Personality: Iratze is carefree and mellow. She likes to watch and meddle at the opportune moment, or when asked to intervene. It is in her nature to let others resolve their conflicts, and to help resolve communication issues only when needed. She enjoys travel, colors, variety. She might be called indulgent by some or careless by others, however this is all a matter of perspective! The bright-haired goddess likes to tread in grey-areas of morality, where the answers are not so clear and the rules undefined. It is here she feels the most free.

Parents: She was not born, but was created. It is said she was constructed by the Sun and the Moon during a period of marital strife. Constructed by both and loyal to neither. She was given the ability to pass between the worlds and carry messages between them until they were able to resolve their differences. They found her useful to keep in touch with their various children, and so, kept her around to fulfill the role of their messenger.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Form on Earth:

True Form:

Powers:

-Flight: To aid her in delivering her messages quickly and efficiently!
-Tongues: To aid her in delivering messages for anyone she has the gift of tongues, she can understand and speak many languages. The language of the sun and the moon, and any language created by their creations (mortals)
-Sense of Direction: She has an excellent internal map. She has an internal compass, and a knack for finding almost anyone she might need to carry a message to.

-LOST POWER: Once she had the power to travel between the three worlds. In addition to carrying herself across the borders, she could carry things across (letters, gifts, objects), and people across with her. This is not something everyone could do which is what made her so useful in her role as a messenger god. After the fall she lost these powers and was bound to earth with the rest.

Weapon: A pen! For the pen is mightier than the sword!--
To keep their messages discrete, the Sun and the Moon gifted her with a magic pen. When writing with the pen, the message can only be read by the intended recipient (One must hold the pen and speak their name aloud before they begin to write).

History (Pre-Earth bound): Constructed by the Sun and the Moon to carry messages between the deities, the first chapter of her life was all this. She traveled between the three worlds mostly at the request of any god or goddess, but some times for fun. Some liked her, others did not, but it did not matter much. She was a very minor deity who remained neutral in all things.

History (Post-Earth bound):

She had a small identity crisis. Not being able to travel between the worlds and being shut out by the god of the underworld was certainly a shock for her. However, she was very comfortable on earth having been there many times before. She has been spending her earth bound years keeping a low profile, mingling with mortals, playing tricks on them, befriending them, and reinventing her disguise from time to time.

Motive: She values her neutrality, and therefore, remains so even in her bound form. She wonders if she will ever be called back into true service, though she is now enjoying her freedom. A conflict between the gods would not serve her at this time.

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「To your surprise faceless one, I am here for netiher. I am pretty sure you already know what I am here for considering Brontes alone attracts just about every god in a world's distance.」Tet laughed a bit, as it pretty much was the truth in the matter any god would be able to feel Brontes' presence especially since some gods resented him to the point of ingraining their bodies and souls with the meer feeling of Brontes' presence. Both Tet and Armarion followed at a safe distance, making sure not to give away their godly presence off to either of the two gods before them. It was a hard task but between the two of them it was a rather peerless task.

It was then Amarion had popped a question he would have never even imagined of asking way back in the day considering he found Tet his rival.

Tet was thrown off a bit, making him stumble over his own footsteps. He quickly regained his composure and looked at Armarion with his highly observant eyes to see if Armarion was only trying to trick Tet. It was long before Armarion actually thrusted out his hand, looking for Tet's hand to meet him half way for a handshake. It was then Tet brought up his own resolve and decdided that just for this moment in time he would team up with Armarion. After all even Tet knew that between the two of them, they could be very well unstoppable in that they are the two most intelligent gods, Tet being at the top of course.

「You know Faceless One, Armarion, I would've never thought I would see this day, not in the past thousands of years we have been stuck on this Earth.」Tet reached out his hand and took Armarion's hand into his, giving a firm handshake.「After we are done here, we are back to being rivals. If you betray me though I will not hesitate to make you a slave under the power of my Geis you can count on that.」

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Armarion understood clearly what Tet meant and they shook on it he said nothing more and continued to follow Tet which must have made even their mother and father gawk because they had never seen the two work together for all the years that had taken for this moment to happen.

But it had and suprisingly enough Armarion knew it wouldn't last because the God of Play would probably soon dupe him into some sort of scheme the would possibly trick him and he would be utterly lost.

So for now he followed along with the God of Play and fell silent not saying anything other than feeling a familiar presence as if someone was watching him it felt like someone familiar someone like Amos, Armarion completely expected this to happen one day but it made him a little more sure that he would find his brother one day, but he shook that thought aside because he focused on getting his youngest brother back.

Although he knew his next mission would probably be to find Amos which was possibly his second and most important priority besides Amare because he knew that Amos should not become none existent for Armarion would be lost without his brother.

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Amare, fully aware that he is being followed, splits up from Brontes and attempts to catch the attention of the two Gods. It isn't too hard- just have Brontes teleport far away- after all, being The God of The Underworld means you can go straight to the side ofthose who are dying. Once Brontes was out of the way, the only trace the other two Gods have to follow is Amare. It's a risky maneuver considering the fact he is arguably the key to finding Brontes. Because if anyone had him, they could get The God of The Underworld to do as they pleased. Yet, right now, that was exactly what Amare was counting on.

So, after preparations, he goes to a nearby alley way and waits.

As the two Gods continue their chase, they eventually come across a little boy with a skipping rope in an alley way, giggling to himself.

Cautiously, the two Gods approach the boy, however he doesn't stop his skipping for a moment. No it is not until they are only a few feet away that the boy actually stops. He then looks up at the two Gods with a smile, despite how nervous he really feels. If this doesn't work then he really isn't sure what will. After all, the Army had to do him some good right?

Yet for all his nervousness, he still has a need to be cocky about it- to put on a show. After all, he does hate most of the people after Brontes anyways. So why not? However the two Gods take him back for a moment. Amarion and...Tetsuo? Working together- but how? Weren't the two- No, now is not the time to think of this. The two Gods before him might be far smarter, which is a bad thing as Amare relies on his wits. However, unlike them, he has had time to prepare. So he has to act, and has to act now.

So, as he continues to look at the Gods with a smile, he giggles childishly and says "Tag, you're it!"

No sooner does he say that do six humans appear out of no where and ambush the two Gods. Swiftly the boy heads up the building and away from sight. It is then he takes his chance to play his flute- his beautiful melody- loud and clear. Until the two Gods surrender into sleep. Amare smiles, he got a lucky break there. However next time he knows he won't be that lucky. Then again, he supposed, he doubted he'd be able to convince Brontes to let Amare try something so foolish again. A sense of relief feels Amare as he feels safe again. However it really shouldn't- he has to leave now.

So without a second thought, he jumps off the roof and files off into the misty sky- to reunite with his Lonely God once more.

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One moment she was spinning, laughing, whirling, dancing. Rainbow lights illuminated her face and her body as she danced, the same way it illuminated the human mortals who danced around her. They were packed together in the warehouse, all sweat and emotion. Someone with crowd anxiety might say they were 'packed like sardines', someone more comfortable sharing their personal space in the name of art would say they danced as one, the boundaries between their bodies becoming blurred by the electronic beat and the drugs that both blurred their senses.

Iratze pretended well enough, but she knew she was not like them. She took the drugs under her tongue, but, they did little for her. She was immortal.

In one moment she was whirling, reeling, laughing, and dancing…

In the next moment she was whirling, reeling, she laughed, then crying...

She broke step with the dance. She pushed her way out of the throng. She clutched her stomach, feeling like she would puke, but she did not. She stumbled, flabbergasted, trying to clear her head. After some time and distance she finally let herself stumble. Her knees and hands pressing into the rapidly cooling earth. She began to try and sort her through, the tried to make sense of the things she now knew.

Brontes

His presence on his plane was unmistakable. Overwhelming, or rather, the fact that his presence could be felt upon the earth was an overwhelming fact that she could not ignore.

It has been seven-thousand-years since that god had been felt upon this plane. It had been seven-thousand years since herself and most the other gods had been kicked out of heaven and hell and bound unto the Earth.

She could find the other gods easily, that was her purpose and her power after all. She thought of Brontes from time to time. She must have thought of him while dancing, then sensed his direction... She had searched for him in years past. Especially after they had first fallen, to no avail. She had given up. She had searched for the Sun and the Moon but had to be satisfied with their distant glowing visages in the sky above. She had seen the other gods, but, without their stations they had little use for her, so, she drifted apart from the others as the years past.

"Brontes…" She said it aloud now… She had to tell everyone… that is what they would have asked of her…

… yet, no one had asked. Did she have to tell anyone? Should she seek Brontes herself? Would his presence unite them, divide them further, or put them at war with one another? Would they revert back to their old habits and positions? Or would they become something much worse? Why had Brontes returned? Why now?

Before she could decide, she looked up and saw another god that she had not seen in ages.

"Thalia…?" She said it like a question, but knew it was she. Thalia walked on the path, her power was unmistakable, and quite familiar to Iratze even as she walked through the mortal world in her mortal disquise.

Iratze had seen very little of Thalia in the past seven-thousand years, but her aura and rainbow hair would be unmistakable to the daughter of the Sun and Moon. She identified herself anyhow.

"It is I, Iratze, the messenger..." It is how had greeted others in the past. She got to her feet, brushing the dirt and frost from her knees. She was still in her club-attire. Her neck and arms covered with beads and bracelets, and otherwise wearing very little.

The messenger goddess wondered how much Thalia knew. Could they all sense Brontes now that he had emerged?

"Do you... recognize me?" She asked, somewhat timidly. She wasn't sure if Thalia would be pleased to see her or not... Especially not now...


[System]
{ Ignore the tail }
Alias: Princess Kinoko/Kinokou, Princess of All Saiyans, Son Kinoko/Kinokou, Kino, Universe 7's Last Female Saiyan, Third-Mightiest Saiyan.
Date of Birth: April 18, Age 735.

Age: 44 (physically 24-29).
Height: 5' 7".
Weight: 121 lbs.
Species: Pure-Saiyan.
Gender: Female.

Relatives/Relationships:
* Bardock (biological father; deceased).
* Queen of Planet Vegeta (biological mother; deceased).
* Raditz (older paternal half-brother/former teammate; deceased).
* Vegeta (older maternal half-brother/mentor/teammate).
* Kakarot/Goku (younger paternal half-brother/teammate).
* Tarble (younger maternal half-brother).
* Android 21/"Amaia" (younger adoptive-sister/teammate).
* Gohan (paternal half-nephew/teammate).
* Goten (paternal half-nephew).
* Trunks (maternal half-nephew/godson).
* Bulla (maternal half-niece/goddaughter).
* Pan (paternal half-grandniece/goddaughter).
* Chi-Chi (sister-in-law).
* Gure (sister-in-law).
* Bulma (sister-in-law).

Occupation(s): Princess of Planet Vegeta (formerly); High-Class Warrior; Part-Time Farmer/Grocery Clerk.
Affiliation(s): Dragon Team/Z-Fighters.
Former Affiliation(s): Galactic Frieza Army.

Hair Color: Black.
Eye Color: Black.

Personality: Pure, Impulsive (a little), Capable, Short-Tempered, Competitive, Stubborn, Determined (obsessively), Unstable (somewhat), and Gentle (yet Tough).
(When Turned-Evil: Sadistic, Aggressive, Selfish, Devious, Cold, and Arrogant.)

Power(s): Super Saiyan 1-3 (nearly 4), including Blue.
Abilities: Superhuman Strength/Speed/Durability/Senses, High-Low Temperature Resistance, Martial Arts, Acrobatics, Flight, Afterimage/IT, Telekinesis, Ki-Control/Sense/Transfer/Regeneration, Kamehameha (taught by Goku), Galick Gun, Big-Bang Attack (taught by Vegeta).

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For Kinoko to possess such traits were considered strange to many. Most Saiyans thought of her as being of non-fighting material, but they thought differently, when they came to discover that her kind and gentle nature was only a facade. On the inside, she does indeed have a fighting spirit, and that she possesses a great form of power that would surpass most of their planet's warriors; she was at least, an inch away from Vegeta's own strength. If not, she would be his equal. They both obviously haven't come close to surpassing Goku, so for Vegeta to continuously call himself by his royal title, Kinoko could only believe that her brother will be training long and hard to do so. And she literally means long and hard.

"Excuse me, but it was your wife who forced me in taking you!", she defended, considering that this wasn't exactly the princess' idea. She respected Bulma, probably more than she did with Chi Chi. The woman was incredible, in both passion and temper. She could only congratulate her brother on marrying such a woman. "Besides, don't you forget that I was here first, and longer than you have", she once again defended, as she followed him out.

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Kinoko was already flying to the spot that Vegeta chose for their training ground. Back in her battle armor, she flew over the city. She did consider using Instant Transmission, but it would be considered as cheating to get ready, mentally. Plus, she had to save power for their session. Landing before Vegeta, Kinoko crossed her arms over her chest, silent, and focused.

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Vegeta tapped his finger on his arm growing impatient, though after a moment he picked up Kinoko's energy and looked up to see she had arrived. Narrowing his eyes at her he waited until she landed in front of him, he stared at her letting the silence hang between the two of them for a moment. It was times like this he felt comfortable, seeing Kinoko in her battle armor looking like a proper Saiyan warrior, for a moment he was almost proud, but that would have to wait until she showed him what she could do today. Kinoko was a powerful warrior, it wasn't an impossibility for her to surpass him in fact he invited it, having something to aim for, a goal gave training meaning, each time he looked at Kakarot's dumb face he was reminded of that.

"Good let's get started then."
Vegeta spread his feet and got into stance, the air around him seeming to shift as he got into his fighting stance. The Saiyan prince already let off an oppressive air on his own, but when he got serious his strong will was almost made manifest. He watched Kinoko waiting for her to get into stance.
"You know what'll happen if you hold back Kinoko, come at me like you mean it!"
"Wait!"
Vegeta eyes widened a bit as a familiar voice reached them, Vegeta got out of his stance and crossed his arms as a familiar figure floated down landing near the two, with a grin on his face Goku raised a hand to the two warriors.
"Hey you two, are you training without me. That's not very nice."
"I don't remember needing to inform you everything I do Kakarot. You can watch if you want but I'm training with Kinoko today for the Tournament."
"Really?!"
Goku looked over at Vegeta then Kinoko before laughing and crossing his arms over his chest, Vegeta knew that look and just as he was about to say something Goku spoke first.
"Let me join you guys. I want to train for that too. Oh but we probably shouldn't fight each other Vegeta, you tend to forget it's sparring halfway though. Kinoko why don't you take Vegeta and I on at the same time. To make it fair we won't go past Super Saiyan at first."
"You're asking me to hold back," Vegeta said looking over at Goku.
"Well we're just warming up right, once we're all warmed up then we'll go all out, that and we can't use our powers in the Tournament anyway it'll be good to practice holding back a little. Now let's stretch and get into the groove of things, after that then we can go all out. If we go all out too soon we'll run out of energy anyway right?"
Vegeta looked over at Kinoko for a brief moment before shaking his head.
"It annoys me but it would be good to see how far you've improved. Don't waste all your energy and I'm not going to pull any punches just because it's a warm up."
Vegeta raised his hand and closing it into a fist a burst of yellow Ki exploded from his body, his hair turning Golden as he turned into a Super Saiyan his immense power coming off in waves around them, by now changing was almost as natural as breathing and crossing his arms over his chest he looked over at Goku who smiled before he quickly changed. The two got into stance and eyed Kinoko.
"Are you ready Kinoko?! Let's get started!" Goku said with a firm nod.

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Ryo eyes shot open and he suddenly gripped his chest, one of the passerby nearby took a look at him but he just chuckled and held a hand up to indicate that he was fine. Though on the inside he was screaming a bit, he recognized that power. It was far away but he could still feel its echoes from where he was, generally when he felt that kind of power some manner of chaos generally followed. The people letting off that Ki was strong, but he could tell it wasn't the full amount of power as usual, and the only reason he could pinpoint it in the first place was because he was actually concentrating. He glanced in the direction of the power sources and narrowed his eyes, he wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew one thing at least.
"I'm not going anywhere near that."
He closed his eyes going back to meditating, he was just going to ignore every bit of that.

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As long as she knew her older half-brother, Kinoko could only be known to Vegeta, as he would expect her to turn up. In her usual Saiyan armor; it was almost like a total change; physically and mentally, she felt stronger than how she would while dressed like an Earthling. Not that she disliked the clothes, but she didn't think they would be of fighting material. Here he goes with the instructing, like he used to do, when they were just kids. It was he who taught her to fight. Overtime, she managed to develop her own fighting style; one that required lots of agility, speed and, to some extent, stealth.

Before she could do anything, a familiar voice rang into the air. It was her other half-brother, but the younger: Goku. As stubborn as she was, Kinoko preferred to call him "Goku", but with Vegeta nearby, it was "Kakarot", so to prevent the prince from constantly reminding her in keeping her Saiyan heritage and composure. In addition, ever since Vegeta arrived on Earth, she and Goku have barely got the time to spar.

Eying the two of them, the princess made her serious face, narrowed her eyes, and changed; her hair now slightly longer than before, and put on her traditional fighting stance, a rather elegant one, with a mix of femininity and masculinity.

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Goku seemed to smile seeing the expression on Kinoko's face, she was clearly ready and there was no trouble turning into a Super Saiyan. There was a moment of calm between them as the warriors eyed each other, and in the next moment Vegeta and Goku were already on Kinoko. The two came at her without any hesitation launching of flurry of strikes at her, though they were just warming up their attacks were no less fast and powerful, especially Vegeta's who as always attacked without holding back. Goku didn't want to hurt Kinoko but understanding her strength did the same, though there wasn't as much ferocity to his attacks, there was still immense power, speed and precision in their attacks. If Kinoko let her guard down or focused on one more than the other one of the two would easily exploit that opening an attack her.

Generally blast attacks didn't come until they were warmed up but depending on how many attacks Goku got on Kinoko in this state Vegeta might get irritated and switch it up. Which was actually the funny thing, at some point the two start counting how many times they've broken through Kinoko's guard, and if either notice she's doing it on purpose then it generally makes it worse, especially on Vegeta's end who would break off warm up right then. Basically this wasn't any kind of warm up, it was just a fight waiting to steadily get more and more intense and that all depended on Kinoko's responses to their attacks, but that was generally how it went when it came to training with these two.

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Ryo went to his next job early not able to concentrate on his meditation anyway thanks to the huge energy levels coming from the wastelands. He made an effort not to sense them as he changed into his janitorial equipment only stopping as someone smacked him on the back. He glanced over at the perpetrator to see a young man next to him with long red hair tied into a low ponytail, he grinned at him rubbing a bit of the stubble on his chin and walking past him started slipping into his equipment. The man had handsome features something even Ryo admitted especially his strong chin, he was younger than him but they were the same height and he looked a little older than he did in some manners. He was slim and had a little less muscle tone but it seemed to match him just right.
"What up Ryo? Glad to see you here today."
"Glad to see you're here today too Soru."
"Hah when I saw your name on the board I had to come, we should get a drink tonight after work," the man named Soru said. "It's going to be rough."
The two were in an executive office building, he was pretty sure it belonged to Capsule Corp which was one of the reasons why he took this job, these people paid well so it didn't matter how hard the work was, his rent was late again so he'd have to suffer. This place was smaller than the mall but he didn't have to make it sparkling clean at the mall, it had to be here.
"Haha...I'd love too but I kind of have plans tonight. I'll get you in a few days, my treat," Ryo said.
"Oh ho your treat...you comin' into some money."
"Hopefully."
"What're you going to do...nothing illegal right?"
"No no nothing like that...just a really good opportunity that's completely legal."
Soru seemed to stare at him for a moment but shrugged and finished putting on his work clothes, he tossed Soru a mop and grinned at him.
"All right man, while we're doing the first floor I'll tell you about my date."
"I'd prefer if you didn't...not everyone has great love lives."
"Oh come on I don't have anyone to talk to, the rest of my friends are girls and they always get jealous."
"I hate you...I hate you and your perfect life..."

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Kinoko moved quickly, as soon as Vegeta and Goku proceeded to land strikes on her. There were some instances where her guard was down, but she managed to evade many of their hits without much effort. As much as she appreciated Goku in not wanting to put the hurt on her, she welcomed it.

There was even a moment where the princess took his arm, and maneuvered herself with acrobatic effort to hook one of her legs on his neck, and push him to the ground. Vegeta found that to be an opening, but Kinoko stopped one of his punches with a hand, before pulling him towards her, and punching him square in the jaw, and a knee to his chest. She was quite quick for them, probably faster and much more agile than perhaps the two of them, combined.

If Goku got up behind her, she'd disappear on the spot, and appear above them in the sky, with her arms crossed, and smirking. She was up for the challenge, and that became known when she non-tauntingly gave them a beckoning hand.


[System]
Nickname(Optional): None

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Physical Appearance: Michi is not particularly physically prepossessing, standing a diminutive five foot three, and whipcord-lean rather than bulking with muscle. Svelte and trim thanks to the rigours of military life, she still carries the first bloom of youth and vitality.

Her face is fine-boned and sharp, with spectacular cheekbones and a pointed, elfin chin - as though generations of good breeding have come to their natural culmination and then progressed slightly further. She is not beautiful in the conventional sense – 'striking', instead, might be a better term. Pale-skinned, her Cupid's bow lips stand out in an otherwise-bloodless aristocratic face, always painted a rich crimson, and her deep-set green eyes burn brightly, quick and darting and missing little. Pale blonde eyebrows arch dramatically, often raised in sardonic question, and her hair is currently a thick and lustrous matching shade – although kept severely in check in military braids, the gold beads which weight each of them gleaming brightly.

Clothing: When not in uniform, itself quite a rare sight, Michi favours darker shades and conservative styles; sweeping formal gowns if the occasion demands it, otherwise carefully-cut blouses, riding breeches and leather shin boots polished to a liquid mirror-shine. Her clothes might be the finest tailoring and from the best couturiers, but they are understated and subtle, drawing the eye with quality rather than ostentation. She is from old money and with an old, old name; posturing and overt displays of wealth are unnecessary, the province of the nouveau riche. That said, however, she has a strong fondness for black opals, wearing them as earrings wherever possible. She also possesses a Maganza signet ring on the little finger of her left hand, etched with the family crest and which she has a habit of playing with when nervous or deep in thought.

Personality: Michi is calm and serious, and can appear as reserved or stand-offish. She often tries to get the measure of people before committing herself further, and her upbringing was heavy on etiquette and light on spontaneity. She enjoys strategy and tactics both on and off the battlefield, and despite knowing that no plan survives contact with the enemy, Michi still takes pleasure in the order inherent in a plan of battle.

Michi is a woman of firm opinions, and is not afraid to debate – vigorously – with those who might disagree. The scion of House Maganza, it is perhaps unsurprising that she reflexively defends the institution of the aristocracy and displays a quiet but unwavering loyalty to Crown and Country. Off duty, she is something of a bon vivant, enjoying hunting, riding and the finer things in life; she has a pair of exquisite self-opening shotguns for the express purpose of enjoyment, rather than for self-defence, for example, and is a champion champagne-drinker.

She doesn't use her titles – Marquise of the Reach, Countess Xantal and Viscountess Allansdale – as a general rule whilst on military service; as a soldier, runs her thinking, the military rank must take precedence over social station. Only the most formal of social occasions might persuade her otherwise, and then only temporarily.

History: The scion of laurelled House Maganza, one of the pillars of Priscus, Michi was always destined for at least some time in the military. The Dukes of Arcadia for centuries have sent their heirs and spares into the armed forces, to win glory for the Crown and lands, titles and wealth for themselves, and this tradition continues through to the present day. Where other great houses of Priscus have become lax, preferring high finance for their precious children, House Maganza still sends its own out to get shot at in the name of character-building, instilling discipline and getting into good habits that will serve them well in later life. Whilst her class and coursemates prepared for gap years, sabbaticals and world cruises to 'find themselves', Michi was preparing for her own rite of passage; the start of military officer training and its gruelling physical and mental challenges.

The Royal College, as it had with many other Maganza graduates down the centuries, refined Michi in its crucible, burning away the dross and leaving a gleaming, newly-minted lieutenant to face the world with a professional smile and smoking gun.

In Michi's particular case, a very large gun indeed; she demonstrated a particular affinity for – and aptitude with – heavy gunnery and the myriad inventive uses for artillery bombardment. By her own admission, she'd much prefer to be parked a long way from the actual fighting and rain down death from afar – hence why her Valkinai is so optimised for long-range engagements.

Pilot Information

Codename: Sunray

Faction: UNF

Rank: Lieutenant [Provisional; I'm not sure how you're handling this, Musaki]

Pilot Rank: C [Provisional; I'm not sure how you're handling this, Musaki]

Pilot Suit Appearance: Michi's suit is, perhaps unsurprisingly, skintight and designed to provide absolute freedom of movement. It is also exceptionally good at wicking sweat and heat away from her, vital for keeping her in tip-top condition in her cramped and often-airless cockpit deep in the heart of the Kaiserin. It is white, in keeping with the current paint job of her Valkinai, with a subtle hexagonal pattern in silver glittering in the light – the exchange surfaces which keep her cool. Her rank flashes remain exactly the same as they do in uniform.

Goal: To serve with honour and distinction, and to take her rightful place as a peer of the realm in the fullness of time.
Weapon(s):

TL-8 eight-barrel pistol
M&G 'Ulysses' shotgun
Tora emergency kukri

Specialty: Engineering

Valkinai Suit Information

Valkinai Suit Name: Kaiserin

Valkinai Appearance: A hundred and fifty feet tall, the Kaiserin is – according to Michi – a walking ammunitions dump, being mostly filled with high-explosive and incendiary shells, racks of missiles, miles of gas-expander bullets and other means of dealing death and destruction on a grand scale. It uses its great mass and wide-set feet to absorb the shock of its enormous artillery battery firing, becoming a stationary gun platform of frightening power when switching to rapid continuous fire, raining down a hail of shells at long range that few can survive.

It is currently mostly a blank white, although a crown and the name Kaiserin is emblazoned in ornate script across its frontal armour. Its main weapon is the colossal articulated Hellbore battery, capable of going from near-vertical to horizontal fire, depending on requirements; the enormous barrels dominate the Kaiserin's central core and her profile in general.

Valkinai Type: Large

Valkinai Weapon(s):

HF-10 'Hellbore' Articulated Artillery Battery
CA-78/C 16-Salvo Missile Array
EC-3 'Eviscerator' Gatling-type autocannon

Valkinai Specialty: Long Range Fire Support

Special Ability: Assault Barrage

Pilot Stats(Available Points: 10):

Physical: 1
Mental: 5
Heart: 1
Teamwork: 1
Awareness: 2

Valkinai Stats(Available points: 20):

Power: 10
Speed: 1
Durability: 2
Range: 6
Energy: 1

[User]
Gregory scowled slightly as he thought over the information he was given. A tool to maintain the balance of power? That could only reliably be one of a small handful of things, which worried Gregory greatly. Taking the file assigned to him at last (Gregory usually bothered with questions first.) Gregory skimmed through it and the additional information he was provided while obviously preventing the others from reading it themselves since this information required higher clearance than they had access to.

Nodding to himself at the information contained within, Gregory closed the file immediately and returned it to the table. Since it contained heightened security clearance Gregory would ensure that it wouldn't leave the eyes of at least one person with the clearance needed to view the contents. it might not have been standard protocol, but it was how Gregory liked to work.

Gregory didn't have many more questions after reading the file, as everything was essentially answered. He had a feeling that The Fortress of Arrogance would be the likely vehicle used to tow the package they were dealing with. Hopefully this trip would be uneventful, but Gregory began to doubt it. Now with more information about the mission, Gregory sent a command to Ba'al to update the backup copy of himself to the secondary platform aboard the Terra. It would be pleasant to have a fresh copy on hand encase the Fortress of Arrogance was destroyed in combat or disabled without the ability to recover it.

Gregory doubted that this would happen, since The Fortress of Arrogance was quite the tough nut to crack, but it was nice to plan for something just in case since you never knew how sour a mission was going to go. Like the test run of a Valk that had been giving green signals all morning.

With nothing more to say, Gregory waited upon the others to make their own statements and leave before he would leave himself. With the file assigned to him not leaving the bridge, Gregory enjoyed being the last one out and making sure that nothing funny happened to the file. Being the first out typically allowed for someone to try something sly, like stealing files or trying to take a peek at them. Gregory wasn't going to allow this to happen under his watch.

[Assistant]
Kevin:
- UNF
- Terra

 Kevin felt a bit uneasy with the lacking information of what the package looked like, but Gregory seemed to have enough confidence in the information to stay silent. As Kevin milled over the information, he memorized the face and name of the vip in case Kevin would be the individual to find the professor. With that in mind, Kevin then also returned the file. Best to keep all information away from the enemies should the worst happen to him on the mission.

 Kevin then saluted Dawn and Gregory. "I will be in your care sir. I will make some more final checks of my Valk before the mission starts. I trust you will give us more details about the package when the time is right. Sir." Kevin then made another salute and left the room with haste.

 With that Kevin quickly made his way to the hangar in order to do another final check upon TT. If anything it was to make sure he would be safe in the cockpit and added a few amenities, such as water and some food in and emergency glove-box he installed into TT for storage of small items like food or entertainment. Afterwards he checked the main systems to make sure they were running appropriately, all systems worked as they should. It was a good sign as Kevin then checked secondary and tertiary systems to make sure all was well. He then made sure TT was charging properly before settling down outside his Valk.

 After the final system was done being looked over, Kevin sat himself down and busted out his notebook and began to conceptualize a better power system for TT. It took a lot of energy to start up and the charging time is ridiculous in comparison to other mechs of its size. This would be the most important hurdle for him to cross before really considering his mech to be an optimal machine. He couldn't completely use the same power system other mechs used due to usage of mechs from different stages of development. The current power system would act as a good base to expand upon, but it would have to be the first item replaced otherwise TT would run a greater risk in missions that were closer together time-wise.

 As Kevin worked outside of TT, it was fairly obvious he was milling over it and on occasion would smack the paper on his face or let out a small groan while looking at the paper. In the midst of this he was sketching, jotting down notes for himself, and in general just trying to let his ideas flow and noting where the science could back up his ideas. It was a painfully slow process, but one that would be worth it in the end. TT was standing proof of that.

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[User]
Michi contented herself with reading the file that had been given to her, her face carefully kept mildly interested as she read. Subtler than a poker-face, the expressionless mask that revealed much of what its producer aimed so desperately to hide, a beacon to those who knew how to read faces.

The scowl at the hadean red shades of 'CLASSIFIED' and the redacted material, for instance, made no impression on her serene exterior; secrets were irritating. Perhaps, next time, a little money and a few favours in the right places might open some unofficial channels.

After all, preparation and planning were nine-tenths of victory, and being crippled by secret objectives wasn't helpful. Something to think on, certainly, and to definitely not mention to Captain Fietmaal.

"Two things, if I may, sir, before I check on Kaiserin's shells and make ready? First, is the truck itself important in some way, Captain Dawn?" she asked, after a respectful interval, carefully closing up her own file. "I merely wonder if the VIP – no point in blurting out identities, even here - might be safer inside one of our vehicles, such as Captain Fietmaal's tank, for added protection." She waited a beat, and then continued. "Second – I appreciate that details are sketchy, but do we know the size of the package we're to collect, sir? Is it something that can fit in the palm of a hand, or large enough to need a low-loader for transportation?"

Michi hoped, vaguely and without much in the way of expectation, for the former – a nice, simple, easy package that any one of them could easily carry, deep inside the armoured hull of their Valkinai. Maybe even a memory stick or a set of storage drives, perhaps with vital research data that, whilst important, wouldn't take up much space or leave them reliant on civilian equipment for transport.

Getting bogged down whilst transporting precious equipment was, after all, an ambusher's dream – a stationary target that forced its defenders onto the back foot. The defense had to be lucky every time, whilst the attackers only needed one chance.

It wasn't a comforting thought, even if Kaiserin's targeting systems could triangulate rapidly and accurately and her hellbore battery rain down fire and brimstone.


[System]
Age: 31

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Grek is a naturally nervous and careful, yet sneaky Kobold. Years of being seen as a bit of a runt and a weakling have taken their toll on his self-confidence and as such he's not much of a socialite. However he is not anti-social as such, and will join in a conversation if invited or feels welcome to. He has great admiration for Kobolds who are strong and brave, though he naturally prefers being with Kobolds such as himself, as he has more in common with them, and feels on their level.

In combat he will end to avoid meeting the opponent head-on, instead trying to outflank them and gain any advantage he can, fighting with his brain rather than his brawn

History: Grek was born a sickly child, constantly bullied through his childhood and berated by the adults of his tribe for being, in their words, "A waste of food and shelter" as there was seemingly nothing he wasn't bad at, and no task where he helped more than hindered. He spent many of his first 20 years working in a mine, though he lacked the physical stamina or endurance to last very long before getting too exhausted to work.

The Tribe's leader was under pressure to cast him out, but being fair and kind, decided to see how he would handle trapmaking. Grek immediately took a shine to it, and with very little teaching or training, quickly became the best trapmaker in the tribe, using brains he had always possessed but never had the chance to use.

[User]
Arjun wiped some of the rock from his face. It had been liquefied by the heat he had generated, and he was indeed stained by it.

"Wha-? Oh, Alexius" he extended a clawed hand as his friend helped him up. "Thanks for the hand. Glad to see you again. Tribe's still the same as before. You haven't missed much. Workers still working hard. Mines still full of metal. Most of us still live in caves. I got myself a hut though. So, I assume you've seen that they have privacy up here, in the surface. Never been to Absence or Constantsea myself."

[Assistant]
Kimi had been content on being ignored for the first few moments as it seemed that Arjun knew the other kobold that was ranting at them. She shrugged a bit as she watched them and then was distracted by another kobold slam into her back. She nearly fell over and turned to look at him. "Oye, don't you watch where you're going?" She said.

Her companion hissed at the other kobold but Kimi held out her hand. "Calm yourself Mariki... it was an accident. I'm sure if he was trying to kill me he would have done a better job than just ram into me." She stood up and dusted herself off and then stood up and looked at Arjun and Alexius. "So what is even going on here today?" She said, noticing that this one Kobold had apparently drawn so many people out that day.

[User]
Grek scrambled to his feet, grateful for being spared a beating or mauling, though still cautious about the...pet...?

"I'm really sorry. Couldn't see you over the top of the hill. Are you okay?" The weak-looking bag of bones of a kobold muttered nervously. He watched on as she calmed her companion down, waiting patiently, and glad the focus was partly off him, even temporarily. He wasn't comfortable being the centre of attention at the best of times, and that went double if he'd just made a mistake.

The kobold's attention had returned to the newcomer. He looked down at the scene as well. "Well, there was a rumour that an old member of the tribe was returning today. Still, I was expecting some kind of seasoned travelling warrior or mercenary, not....a door to door preacher."

[Assistant] Arjun turned to Grek and Kimi. "Is it just me, or did we all just happen to show up at the same place at the same time" he said, speaking loudly enough for all to hear. "For those who don't know, Alexius and I are friends. You might have heard of him by the name 'Kutur', but I'll let him explain more about that. And before I forget to mention it, nobody is going to beat anybody right now." He let out a small stream of flame rise out of the palm of his right hand for just a moment.

[User]
Suddenly, a loud crash, followed by muffled conversation, resonated through the area. Alexius mentally kicked himself. Stupid, stupid! Of course, with every newcomer there was probably three tribesmen stalking him!

"There, see?" he called towards the general direction of the noise. "You can come out now!" Secretly, he was feeling a little giddy. Four people listened to his preaching! That was a new personal record, if you don't count the time he fed a kennel of wargs while praying not to die.

[Assistant] "I'm here! Don't have to yell, Kutur. Gotta calm down a bit" Arjun replied, stepping up to Alexius, who had been known to Arjun as Kutur. "Just be careful with what you say. I'm not sure our shaman would appreciate all of your words."

[User]
Grek flinched a little from Arjun's little pyrotechnics display. He was not keen on getting threatened, but conversation resumed, again focused on the strange returning Kobold.

Grek crossed his arms. "I'm not sure half the tribe would appreciate it, honestly. Religion...Nothing but trouble if you ask me. Look at him, prattling on. I'm listening to what he's saying, but even if none of us were, I don't think he'd notice. He'd just carry on..."

[Assistant] "Did I startle you? Sorry." Arjun extinguished his flames. "Grek, is it? Well, I assure you, Kutur here is harmless. At least to his fellow kobolds. Not sure why he's dressed so heavily, but they do things differently on the surface. He seems to have picked up surfacer habits." He briefly stood on one foot, raising his other leg to gently scratch his right sole before setting it down on the soft ground again.

[User]
Alexius most certainly didn't want to see the chief. He was large and well spoken, and likely won't be defeated by healing his scars. His only option now was to try and stall everyone until they forget what they wanted to do. Which is good, because he was good at stalling.

"Umm, well if no one's going to convert today, then guess I'll try tomorrow. Whoo, traveling's no easy task. So is my cave still here?" He looked around for his cave, which he remembered he took because it was far away from the new mine complex.

[Assistant] "The caves are still here, although we've excavated more since you left and even built a few huts with sticks and dried grass taken down from the surface" Arjun explained. "The shrine is still there and our shaman's still tending it, as he was before. Oh, and before I forget to mention it, I doubt you'll win many converts. Most of us don't trust those who dress like humans, but I don't really care how you dress, as long as you don't put clothes on your feet. That's just too weird."

[User]
"There's nothing distrustful about bits of cloth. I'm more interested in what kind of habits he's picked up, and any strange things he's learned."

Grek studied the strange new Kobold for a little while.

"Don't you ever get hot wearing all that cloth? And surface dwellers don't even have caves, they have houses with windows and fireplaces! How are you supposed to stay cool out there dressed like that? It's just not sensible."

[Assistant]
"Cool enough," muttered Alexius, looking down at his armor and garments. The mail rattled a bit as he moved. "My Gods keep me comfortable." In reality, it was a little too warm under the heated mail. He unfortunately couldn't sweat like his human compatriots, and this made it very annoying to stay outside for very long. Usually he tried not thinking about it, but the headache was threatening to topple him.

It was then he realized he hasn't formally introduced himself to everyone. Likely most people have forgotten him. He stuck out his hand to shake, a human custom he rather liked and wanted to bring to his tribe. "I never caught your name. I'm Alexius Lionus Garracus of Absence."

[User] Arjun looked around. "That's nice and all, but we really should be getting back down into the cave. They're expecting us back at t he village, and the tribe will be happy to see you-" Arjun looked at Alexius for a moment. His armor, clothes, and human manners. "-I think. We can continue this conversation as we walk down the tunnel." It was a long, smooth tunnel lit by torches whose flames were maintained by the tribe's shaman.

[Assistant]
Grek cocked his head and shrugged. "Well, one thing you clearly haven't learned is how to lie convincingly."

He looked down at the outstretched hand, puzzled. "I don't...I don't get it. What is this?" he mumbled as he followed the two into the tunnel.

"Well, I'm looking forward to telling the chief I've had another productive day of not making any traps. At least not finished ones....Oh!" He exclaimed as he forgot about the fake trap that was still in the forest path somewhere. "...Nevermind, I'm sure it'll be fine where it is," he though to himself.

(Chekhov's Gun planted :3)

[User]
Alexius peered down into the old cave, contemplating whether or not to follow his compatriots. Sure, he had lived under these caves his whole childhood, but now looking at it as a grown (and educated) kobold he's starting to suspect a few structural fallacies in the caves. Is it his paranoid imagination? Is it real? He gave an experimental step inside, fully expecting the roof to crash down on him like the open mouth that it resembles. Nothing. Maybe it's just him.

The interior of the caves were noticeably cooler than the outside, something Alexius can appreciate. Every cave was connected to another room or opening, creating a complex and confusing system to non-tribesmen. Because of this, the distant sound of conversing was always present.

"So how has the tribe been?" he asked Grek, desperately trying to be friendly to his new acquaintance.

[Assistant]
Arjun overheard the conversation and decided to contribute to it.

"Our numbers have been growing quite a bit, Kut- er- Alexius." He made a mental note to use the newer name. "Our hatchery is still full, and I've been sure to, er, help contribute to that." He spared the others the details. "Apart from that, we've been opening up some new caves. We've discovered a new batch of hot springs. It's really helped now that the old ones were getting overcrowded."

As they walked, they could see kobolds from the tribe scurry about. Some carried ore in brown sacks slung over their shoulders. Others held baskets of food foraged from the nearby caves as well as meat brought in from hunting in some of the deeper caverns. A few even carried fish caught from subterranean rivers.

[User]
Grek was about to answer when Arjun took over and answered for him. Grek just nodded and thought 'Yep. Yep, that's about right. Not like I wanted to speak anyway.'

The talk of hatchery soured his mood a little further. Yes, some of us haven't contributed to the hatchery our entire lives. There was no need to rub it in. One day there might be a female Kobold who'd want a small, scrawny trapmaker to be the father of her children, but Grek really, really doubted it.

Grek was definitely gravitating more towards 'Alexius' than Arjun. Even if Grek found the newcomer eccentric to the point of weird, he was also something of an outlier of the tribe. He noticed that he was looking around him a little uncomfortable.

"Feeling claustrophobic? I'm sure you'll get used to it again quickly enough. Didn't take me long to stop feeling paranoid and exposed when I'm out there."

[Assistant]
Now that Grek mentioned it, Alexius did feel a little uncomfortable returning to the low roofed caves. He had gotten a little too accustomed to the wide, cavernous interior of the grand temple of Scen. He began to feel sure of the fact that the walls closed in on him when he wasn't looking, and he began to wonder about the other voices. If he could hear them, they could surely hear him. They could even be in his thoughts. Are they plotting against him now? Waiting for a sign of weakness? Okay, deep breaths. Think of blue water, clear skies, okay.

The cave hall lead to Arjun's quarters, which has changed very little since he last saw it. There was the table and the chairs, both blackened by accidental fire blasts, all very familiar. There was the bed, which Alexius distinctly remembers helping put out more than a few times. There was even the musky smell, hinting of Arjun and some lizardess' . . . nightly activities.

[User]
Arjun was one of a few kobolds in the tribe who had actually bothered to build a hut of his own. Most of the tribe slept on little mats, hammocks, or piles of hay. Most didn't even own property save for a few pieces of clothing and personal effects. As a sorcerer, Arjun was allowed this extra liberty, something he shared in common with the chief and the shaman. His furniture had been imported from the surface, hewn from cheap wood in a rather crude fashion, pieces made by humans which were originally intended for the low end market for halflings. For humans, it would be undersized and awful, but it was a luxury for kobolds.

Even with the burned furniture, there were still several mats and furs draped over the floor. Arjun lay on one of them, propping himself up against one of the many pillows as he stretched out his limbs.

"Make yourselves at home. I've got some food in that pot back there. Mostly just dried meat."

[Assistant]
Grek began to look around, nose through everything he could get his claws on, lift things up, flip through books. It was easy to tell he wasn't well versed in the ways of social etiquette. "This is a nice hut you've got, if I'm honest."

He looked over at Alexius. The poor guy was still suffering in these caves, and Grek did feel some degree of compassio though had absolutely not idea how to express it. He eventually went with "Hey, you should probably eat something. It might settle your nerves."