[System]
Dove
Appearance:
Height: 1.76m
Weight: 60 kg
Build: Though he isn't too muscular for an investigator, he's quite nimble and acrobatic.
Nicknames: Black Lance
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: Rank 2
Quinque: [Rank A Bikaku Type - Blind] A black, long spear with an edge that reaches back to the grip, forming a guard at the upper point.
Personality: The best way to describe how Luca views the ghouls is with a certain degree of pity and disgust. Unlike many of his colleagues, he doesn't really hate all ghouls; though of course, there are certain ones that he does despise. When he speaks to them, be it during a fight or outside, he almost always acts the same way he always does: timid and kind, though this attitude hardly reflects on his fighting style.
Biography: Luca was born to a poor family that could hardly make a living, though they were rather happy. The first decade of his life was rather simple. He didn't do much other than some pickpocketing and running around. At the time Luca had turned 10, a couple of men in suits had arrived to their broken down home instead of his parents, leading him out to another home with dozens of other children. Not really knowing what was going on, the boy was told that his parents were killed at the factory they worked at by a rampaging ghoul. Of course, he felt rage and seeked for revenge at that young age. It had been two years before he was actually allowed to go to the CCG academy, by which time he'd already decided that the notion of vengeance was rather idiotic. Once in the academy, he was still determined to graduate successfully, and he did so. At 18, he became a full-fledged investigator, given his Rank 2 title like all graduates and a quinque. By the next year, he was able to kill six C ranks, two B ranks and one A rank, whose kagune he used to make his current quinque 'blind'.
Skill:
-Impressive skill with spear
-Self taught fighting style based on light-footed movement and learned

Ghoul
Appearance:

Ghoul Mask: The masks that appear in the images
Name: Edward Thawes
Nicknames: Banshee, Grinning Ghoul
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Rank: [A as Banshee, S~ as Grinning Ghoul]
RC type: Ukaku
Kagune: Like in the first image, the ukaku looks like a thick, liquid wing that flutters in the air. Its roots are made of white crystallized bases with thorns sticking out. He can shoot out needle shaped projectiles by solidifying the ukaku into a crystallized kagune, and while this mode loses the kagune's mobility, it's harder. When it's in its crystallized form, two smaller wings that are currently too short to be useful stick out from beneath the base of the upper wings. As Edward grows stronger, the solidified form can be better moulded and the liquid form grows exponentially. The kagune expands from 8 kakuhou, each wing from one and the spikes from others.
Personality: As a member of the human community, Edward is an enthusiastic and outgoing highschool student who is loyal to his friends. As a ghoul, he's a little different. He can be quite merciless during his biweekly hunt, revealed by the usually present maniacal smile he has while he feeds. He prefers to kill quickly as to mainly not cause the victim much pain. This habit stuck later on due to his growing sympathy for certain humans.
Biography: Edward lived his entire life in the 8th district with only his father for as long as he could remember. The man was a ghoul that was never encountered by the CCG and a well-respected psychiatrist among the humans. During Edward's younger years, his father only brought him food, not letting the boy hunt for himself. After he started his first year at Kusime Institute, Edward started walking to school. Once every few weeks, he'd start to hunt, sometimes even fighting some ghouls to steal their meals or even have them as his dinner. This habit was put to a stop when his father learned. Although he was allowed to continue hunting on his own, he wasn't allowed to try and steal from other ghouls.
At the age of 16, Edward started looking for a side job upon his father's request so that he could 'learn how to be responsible'. One place he was looking into for work was Meat, Meat, MEAT!, where he simply worked as a cook, and a rather good one for a ghoul. Even if the food disgusted him, he could follow and sometimes alter the recipes quite well. From time to time, he would bring some human meat for the ghouls, packaged. During his hunt for ghouls that come to Meat Meat MEAT!, he uses a cloak and hood that covers the upper body and the upper face and a half-gas mask that only covers the lower face, using his more fluid kagune form that wraps around his neck loosely once.
When hunting for himself, he wears a mask of his own design (on paper) that looks like a smiling void face without a mouth. As this ghoul, he uses the crystallized form.
As both, he has had few encounters with doves so both have different ranks in their documents.

[User]
I ate him, every last piece.

Akurai felt a hand over his mouth, but before he even had the chance to panic he heard a voice he knew.'Chou ? I told her not to follow me !' but it was oblivious that this girl had totally ignored or forgotten about that. As she said he needed to leave and it was to dangerous to be here he groaned. He knew that, he knew that these guys could at any moment just outright kill him. "Chou you get out of here, you have nothing to do with this !"
Those words fell on deaf ears

Right before him her wings grew out of her back and after giving a quick comment to him she jumped down to the streets. Running to the edge of the roof he could see her fire of two shots, but there was no sound what so ever. However as he looked down he looked right into the eyes of one of the CCG agents and he gave the man a slight nod before jumping down to street just beside Chou, however he was not nearly as silent or graceful.

As Akurai looked up he noticed the boys eyes were still locked onto him. Straightening himself he took a few steps towards the boy with his hands raised "I dont want to harm anyone. If you havn't already seen the pictures of me in there I live here or... I lived." He saw a few heads turning towards him, both cop heads and the heads of his neighbors. 'you will never look at me the same will you ?' he asked himself before he continued.

"I did not kill mom and dad if any of that still matters to you. I did however kill that other thing in there." several cops started to yell for him to get to the ground or they would fire, but he just kept talking "In my defense he was eating my parents so I feel very justified" a gun fired and the bullet graced his neck, but another cop pulled the gun out of the slightly trigger happy mans hand and and told him to simmer the fuck down. "Now to the less... graceful parts or rather missing parts. In that house there is a very, very dead ghoul with with barely and flesh remaining on his bones." he could hear the woman that had lived beside his house fall to the ground crying "I ate him" and with that Akurai's eyes flashed into black with their ruby red pupils and his kagune grew out of his back and soon after a rain of bullets were fired a him, almost every bullet hit his armor and fell to the ground but the few that hit him hurt like hell.

He let out a growl of pain as he fell to his knees and he felt everyone look at him. "I ate him, every last piece I could and do you know why ? I did it so I wouldn't eat my parents !!" Fighting to get on his feet he groaned, his breath grew rapid and shallow as his heart raced. Everyone was afraid of him now, the people he called friends and neighbors no longer looked at him with a smile on their face, the looked at him scared out of their minds. "Never have I killed a human, nor will I. I might be a ghoul, but I'm not a monster. Most of you would confess to that, but right now all you see is the eyes and the thing wrapped around my body." he had never felt more like a politician as he did in the moment those words left his lips.

"So I beg the two men with briefcases, let me and the butterfly behind me go and I will never bother you again." inside him a faint hope glowed as he really hopped they would agree to letting him and Chou go. "Let's not spill blood if we don't have to"

[Assistant]
Targa Household
"Of course. We'll be notified if anyone shows up." Yuuma paused, noticing Luca eyeing something. "Hm? What's wrong--"

He heard the ghoul before he saw her, the tell-tale sign of crystal spikes cutting through the air alerting him. Taking a simple, sharp step to the side, he swung his briefcase in an arc above his head, catching most of the spikes with it, and narrowly dodging the rest.

He stared hard at the figure that landed before them, mentally noting any information he could get. The ghoul looked like a younger female, so most likely not Akurai. Yuuma didn't recognize her mask or kagune, which meant she was either unregistered or from another district.

Her kagune was shaped like butterfly wings... no. Moth wings. And most importantly, it was an ukaku.

He frowned. The fact that he had never seen her before meant she likely wasn't a troublemaker. Yuuma wasn't fond of killing those who didn't truly deserve it.

But she had engaged him and Luca. That was enough reason to fight. If she made any move against anyone else present...

That would be enough reason to kill.

The cops surrounding the house started reacting, finally noticing her. Some drew their useless weapons, some took cover, and others tried to get the neighbors on scene away.

"Jumping in here was idiotic, girl. You're outnumbered, and I've always had an easy time with ukaku ghouls. Especially now that I have this..." He held up his quinque, clicking it open, causing it to unfurl and reveal it's form. He let the hammer side drop to the ground with a heavy thump, the pavement below it cracking and giving way. "If you stay, you will die."

And that was when Akurai showed up. Yuuma's eyes widened for just a moment, but his face quickly hardened again.

The boy started speaking, desperately trying to garner sympathy. Throughout the little speech, Yuuma's expression never changed. From the first gunshots, to the story being told, to the boy revealing his kagune.

He glanced towards Luca. "Watch my back," he said, before easily lifting up his quinque. It was only the second time he had wielded it. It still felt foreign in his hands.

With long, purposeful strides, he stepped towards Akurai. The boy had a strong kagune, but no fighting experience. He had no chance. There were too many people here, bearing witness. Yuuma was a ghoul investigator, and in front of him were two ghouls -- his job was to eliminate them, or face consequences. He had to keep up appearances.

As Yuuma reached Akurai, he said one word, with little emotion, and quietly enough that only the two ghouls could hear him.

"Run."

A moment later, he spun around on his feet, winding up and taking a heavy side-ways swing at Akurai, preparing himself for any counter-attack from either of them. He aimed not to do damage, but instead launch the boy several dozen feet away -- which would undoubtedly still hurt, but wouldn't kill.

[User]
Giichi Hadwin
Targa Household

On route to the old victim's basement, Giichi just came around the street corner with his food trailing beside him when he saw the fight go down at the Targa household. {Whale oil bee.} He thought to himself. {Just when I was about to enjoy my food, the neighbors just had to cause a commotion...} "Hey, I do-" Before Giichi could finish his sentence, the ghoul that was following him disappeared without a trace. Without much else to do, Giichi desided to watch the event close up. He didn't really know what was going on at the moment, but hopefully he might be able to pick up a small snack when it was said and done. That moth girl sure did look scrumdiddlyumptious~

Giichi quietly walked to the surrounding corner and leaned against the side of the building. The cops there didn't seem to mind too much as they were busy protecting the people and shooting at the other ghouls. {Heh, foolish fools} There was one cop, however, that did try to get him to move back to safety, to which Giichi just shrugged and waved him away with his hand. Giichi's mouth started drooling at the thought of the feast about to come from this battle. So much so, that he had to cover his mouth with his hand to try to get a hold of himself and eventually began chewing on his own thumb.

[Assistant]
Targa Household
As the kagune appeared from behind the ghoul, Luca quickly activated his quinque. The weapon flung into his hand from the briefcase as the ghoul shot her projectiles. He dashed to the side, making his way away from the trajectory of the attack. He shot a glance over at his partner who was almost trying to warn their attacker. After hearing Yuuma tell him to watch his back, Luca locked his gaze on the ghouls. Before he could object, Luca saw Yuuma charge in. "Hey! Don't rush in on your own!" Clicking his tongue, the young investigator followed after he saw Yuuma swing his quinque, making his way towards the ukaku to make sure she wouldn't go after Yuuma along with the other ghoul, wary of any attack that may come his way like the one he'd witnessed but a few minutes earlier.


[System]
Lauren Ridgeway

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Character Summary
Aliases: Lara
Age: 34
Birthday: September 29th, 1890
Ethnicity: Caucasian (American)
Birth Place: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Residence: Savoy Hotel D10 (room 451B)
How Long In Cairo: Two weeks.
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Bartender/Bootlegger
Languages: English*, Gaelic Irish*

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Appearance
Height: 5'6
Weight: 124lbs
Build: Slender
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, scar on her right arm
Personal Style: Lauren is usually seen wearing skirts, during warmer weather which she usually prefers to wear, her hair is also always either in tight curls or seen in pony tails from time to time, she will wear high heels from time to time. During the cooler seasons Lauren will be seen wearing button up jacket and a pair of pants, her shoes will also have a small heel to them. Lauren's clothes are usually seen in rather plain colors either black or white, and sometimes blue depending on what she feels like wearing color wise.

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Psychology
Loving * Quick Tempered * Passionate * Sarcastic * Friendly * Argumentative

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: Lauren is a very passionate person despite what most other girls are, she takes up from her father, she cares for others a lot and will do anything to stand up for them. She hates it when she is wrong, and also tends to swear like a sailor a lot of the time. She is very quick to temper and hates being annoyed by other people and wont even think twice of hitting anyone who annoys her a lot. She however is very friendly once you first meet her and can be a very loyal friend once she gets to know someone, just as long as you don't betray her trust.

If Lauren drinks a lot she tends to flirt a lot, and also likes to have a lot of fun and tends to do stupid or reckless things whenever she is drunk. She also enjoys having time to herself and will spend the time to herself by reading or taking care of child, or reading books to her. She is very close to her family and will do anything to protect them no matter what.
Habits:
Runs a hand through her hair whenever she is nervous.
Tends to bite her lower lip whenever she is nervous.
Hobbies:
Music
Drinking
Dancing
Games
Fears:
* Losing her daughter
* All kinds of bugs
* Heights

Likes:
* Her daughter
* Cats
* Alcohol
* Music
* Arguing with people
* Cooking

Dislikes:
* Loud noises
* Drunk people
* Rich spoiled brats
* Dogs
* People making fun of her child
* Annoying people

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Cooking
* Mixing Drinks
* Alcoholic Drinks
* Dancing
* Reading People
* Giving Advice
* Lying
* Acting
* Briding

Combat Skills:
* Handguns
* Brawling
* Stamina
* Knives

What Is On Your Person:
* Clothing - Blue blouse, blue skirt, high heels, grey coat.
* Purse/Wallet - 30 dollars (US) 20 (British Sterling) Hair brush, Passport
* Earrings
* Necklace
* Book

Residence:
* Letters from her family
* Two bottles of beer her family had made.
* Clothes

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History
What Brings You To Cairo: Due to her family's bar getting raided by the police due to the Prohibition Act Lauren had to leave her family behind. Her husband having nothing to do with her family running the bar secretly agreed to keep their daughter safe. Lauren used whatever money that she had left from her previous job and quickly bought the next ticket out of the US, she decided that Cairo would be the furthest place from home and decided to lay low there until things blew over.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Lauren was born to a small family, her father was an Irish immigrant trying to find a better life in the US, that is where he met Lauren's mother a nurse. The two of them eventually got married and had three children, Lauren being the oldest. Then two years later her sister was born, and then the youngest was her brother four years later, growing up Lauren lived a rather normal life. Her father eventually opened a bar in Philadelphia, her school life was pretty normal as well Lauren had quiet a lot of friends growing up. She eventually graduated high school, however not to many people wanted her in college and eventually decided to work with her father at his bar.

Lauren eventually grew to liking working with her father and made drinks for the people who came in, eventually that is when she met her eventual husband Johnathan. The two of them hit it off rather quickly he became a regular, the two of them eventually got married and then she became pregnant with her daughter. Then came 1920, The National Prohibition Act was enacted, this effectively shut down her father's business. This was their livelihood so Lauren and her father secretly kept selling, while taking care of her daughter as well.

Lauren and her father continued to successfully work, she started bootlegging for her father secretly getting and distributing alcoholic drinks to their customers. Then eventually the police started cracking down, the police raided her father's establishment Lauren and her father quickly made it back home. Due to her and her father working they were wanted, so she told her husband that she was going to be leaving for awhile, her daughter five years old at the time. Lauren bought a ticket while her father would return to Ireland until things cooled down.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Once Lauren had touched down in Cairo she searched for any kind of job that would hire her. It was tough for her. Spending the first few days doing odd jobs around the city she chose Cairo because it sounded interesting, and with the excavations going on she thought it would be very interesting to see what everything was like. Lauren continued to do odd jobs just to get by she wouldn't really care what the jobs were as long as they kept her fed.

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Extras
Character Quote: "I can hold down my liquor can you?"
Theme Song: Trinity - Amaranthe
Anything Else:
Lauren Ridgeway is the Great Great-Grandmother of Riley Ridgeway & Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Hathor
You Stole My First Limb Woman! :P

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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The Notebook

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Lauren RidgewayCharacter Name"Drinking is just half the fun with others."

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║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║

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☯✿Nora Kingston ✿☯
"Dealraíonn sí deas go leor, cé go loner"
Lauren and Nora have had a few drinks together, and talk on occasion Lauren always ends up out drinking Nora. They some ones just smile and wave to one another when they are passing each other. But they don't know one another enough but Lauren certainly sees her as a friend.

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✿Aziza Tarek✿
"Aziza, one of the first people I've met we get along really well together and I certainly enjoy her company and great to be around with."
Though Lauren has only known Aziza for a very short time, they quickly hit it off since they are working at the same establishment they certainly share stories of each other. As well as complain about patrons together, Aziza certainly helped Lauren settle in Cairo and Lauren enjoys shopping with Aziza during the day.

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✿ Vera Munn ✿
"I haven't known her for very long, but shes a great person to know once you get to know her. Even if she is really clumsy. She certainly cant hold her drink down well though."
Lauren hasn't known Vera for about a day now, the woman though clumsy to Lauren shes considered a friend
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[User]
Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Egyptian Museum

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The fact that Vera did not dismiss the mere idea of an underground sect of what had been a several thousand year old religion, sent him first raising a brow in his usual questioning way; it would be absurd for such a decadent practice of beliefe to have survived where Chrisendom and Muhaddemism had prevailed. But then it made him think of the possibility that since they were so faithful to keep their faith, they would surely be as radical and violent as the militant islamists of Morocco or the peoples of the lynching south of America.

In spite of the possiblity, no wait, BECAUSE of the possibility of said villainous people presumably meeting them there, Haakon smelled a scoup. Perhaps even a clue to case he was actually meant to report on. And besides, he wouldn't object to spending some time getting to know these people, they seemed interesting in their own respective ways. Perhaps even eliglible for a few interviews?

His line of thought was broken when the doors swung open and more people flouded into the room. Well actually it was only three, but suddeness still made him turn his head in suprise, and wondering. "Let me guess, either a German radical attacked you because of your inferious genes and threat to the German Reich..." Haakon said to the woman in a hushed tone, though loud enough to be heard and not meant to conceal it - his appathy towards the Germans showing -, before he continued in a normal voice. "...or you have all been experiencing pains and brandings on Egyptian symbols on your bodies, perhaps visions and dreams too? Haakon J. Elvsgaard, journalist and not-so-proud believer in the occult, for now."

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Nora Kingston

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Location: Egyptian Museum

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Lauren? Cad ar fud an domhain tá sí ag déanamh anseo? Nora couldn't help but be a bit taken aback, spotting her dear acquaintance walk into the museum. She hadn't spoken with Miss Ridgeway on too many occasions, mostly sharing a quiet word in gaelic. It was quite humorous in Nora's opinion that rather than speaking a useful language, such as Latin, French, or German, that she understood the tongue of the Irish. It was more a geographical development than any, in addition to her nurse as a child speaking Gaelic to her whilst she recovered from her illness. None of her siblings spoke the language, as her brother Edwin, for example, was utilizing his command of French in order to woo an ambassador's daughter.

However, she ceased to think on her siblings when she noticed the injury on the strange woman's forehead. As far as Nora was aware, the woman was a native of some sorts. Haakon's words towards the woman prompted a subtle raise of an eyebrow on Nora's forehead. Her brother, Ernest, had been killed in action during the Great War--and yet, she found the accusation slightly ridiculous. Perhaps as silly and inexplicable as the values of Miss Clark, and the Lord Major's subtle slight to the actress did not go unnoticed by the quiet Miss Kingston.

"If there is indeed a mathematical dependency, and if it is quite fine with you, Lady Munn, I might be able to deduce its meaning," Nora offered, her voice as soft as usual, without the slightest coating or trace of pride. Being the youngest of seven, she had always been naturally shy and quiet. The loud personas had practically been claimed by her siblings prior to her birth, yet Nora enjoyed her relative peace and silence. In a world she seldom agreed with, but could not be bothered to express immense disagreement, it suited her perfectly well.

"Forgive me, Lord Major, but is it really proper to be drinking at this hour?" Nora asked, not in any sort of admonishing or scolding sense, but as if to receive societal permission to join them on whatever conquest would bring about answers. It was quite clear that some sort of supernatural force was at play, though Nora believed that it could ultimately be reduced to either an iterative or analytical solution. All problems she had encountered in life thus far could, after all.

[User]
Location: Grand Continental Hotel -> Egyptian Museum

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Lauren gave a soft smile at Vera as she took a step into the room as she moved towards Nora and gave the woman a friendly hug, she always enjoyed talking with the woman in her father's native language and occasional drink with her. "Good to see you again Nora." She said as turned her attention towards Miss Vera, Lauren was about to answer when Haakon pretty much answered her question. Which Lauren was taken aback somewhat as she ran a hand through her hair. "You are right on the ball pretty much on the second part." Lauren said, she was actually relived to hear that she wasn't the only one. And thought that she was going crazy with these constant dreams, she looked towards Aziza for a moment and then Reginald wondering how the two have met.

"My friend Aziza here and Henry here, they both had some freaky glowy stuff appear on them and pretty much marked their jewelry with Egyptian symbols. And I've been plagued with this weird dream ever since I came here." Lauren told everyone in the room, which she assumed that everyone here in this very room had experienced something weird that happened to them suddenly. "Just mainly looking for answers here pretty much that's about it."


[System]
Personal Characteristics
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Birthplace: Japan (But parents are American and British, and were only visiting the country for business matters)

Mental Characteristics
Known Languages: English, a bit of Japanese and moderate Spanish
Lures: Traveling, new experiences, vintage/old fashion things, people's stories
Temperament: Sanguine

Hidden Characteristics
Desires: True happiness in life and to travel the world
Secrets: Is scared of underground places and being underground in general

Philosophical Characteristics
Morality: Do good and good things will come to you/Explore the world and learn new things
Perception: Even in the darkest of times, there will always be good in the world

Spiritual Characteristics
Religion: Shintoism, though does not practice it regularly
Virtues: Kindness, Charity, Diligence, Patience
Vices: Pride

Supernatural Characteristics (LOCKED)
Abilities: Flight, physical durability, dream manipulation, healing, weather manipulation

Social Characteristics
Emotional Stability: Shows kindness towards others
Humor: Cultured and sophisticated
Reputation: A generally good person who has a positive outlook on life

Physical Characteristics
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 100 lbs.
Species: Angel
Hair Color: Light brown
Eye color: Blue
Scars: None

Health and Fitness
Addictions: None
Handicaps: Will have a panic attack when forced to be underground

[User]
Receiving Roman's text, Abigail hummed before smiling at an idea she had. She quickly finished putting some books she had in her arms on a bookshelf before she called Jordan to add more things to the list. She was determined to make a really delicious dinner for this date.

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October 3, 2015
New York, NY - Abigail's apartment
5:51pm

Abigail had just finished getting ready, having her dress and new shoes on while she finished cooking the dinner, which was a dish called chicken in creamy white wine sauce. It was better than it sounded, especially with the aroma of the vegetables and chicken simmering together. Jordan had left an hour ago, after having helped Abigail get herself ready and did her hair. Her hair wasn't too fancy, just brushed and fluffed, while having a hair ornament holding up a bit of her hair from the side so it would look more sophisticated.

While she was finishing up adding the rest of the ingredients of the dish, Abigail began to feel slightly nervous. It was already getting close to the date, and she had just realized what she was actually doing now. She was letting a guy she just met into her house, for dinner! Why was she moving things so fast???

Abigail didn't exactly know why, but she knew that strangely enough, she felt relaxed with Roman around. As bizarre as that sounded, given that he picked a fight with two men right after first talking to Abigail, and then beat up the thieves who tried to mug her. And how crazy he drove his motorcycle.

Thinking back on that memory, Abigail began to blush as she remembered how she held onto him, resting her head against his back. It felt... really nice. Abigail blushed profusely as she snapped herself out of that thought, turning off the stove burner and covered up the pan with a lid, getting the plates, cups and silverware and began to set up the table. She mentally scolded herself for thinking that way about a guy she just met, but deep down, she couldn't help be feel slightly warm and fuzzy with that memory.

Quickly enough, she suddenly heard knocking at the door, which pulled her out of her thoughts and caused her to look at the clock on the wall. It was already near 6 o'clock, so it must've been Roman. Setting down the last of the silverware, Abigail quickly walked to the door, opening it up to see Roman holding a bouquet of flowers, but not after noticing how nice he looked in his clothes. Blushing a bit, Abigail broke into a bright smile.

"Hi Roman! Wow, you look nice!" She exclaimed happily, before moving to the side to let him in. "Come in, I just finished cooking dinner." She said, and once he entered, looked at the bouquet of flowers again. "And you brought flowers too? You're so sweet!"

[Assistant]
Roman's first thought when Abigail answered the door was: Damn. His dark eyes swept over her form. He hadn't expected her to dress up too since they were going to be having dinner at her own apartment, but here she was, standing in front of him in a smoking hot outfit. He licked his lips. She looked incredible. He was definitely glad he had decided to pursue a second date with her now. He just hoped the payoff wouldn't take too much longer.

"Me?" he pressed a hand to his chest in exaggerated surprise when she complimented him. "I'm just glad I put on something kind of decent. You look gorgeous, Abby." He stepped inside once she had invited him in, taking a moment to look around.

It was easy to tell that the apartment belonged to a woman. The place was much cleaner than his bachelor pad, and it smelled a lot better too—although that was partly due to the scent of delicious-smelling food that came from the kitchen. There was also a table that was already adorned with plates and silverware for dinner. He could tell that she had spent quite a bit of time preparing for their date.

"It's the least I could do, since you offered to make me dinner," Roman smiled when she mentioned the flowers he had brought over. "I figured if you provide the food, I should bring the ambience, you know?" He shrugged. "If you have a vase, I'll put these on the table."

P.S: Don't tell Abigail Astor. The words from the note flitted unexpectedly through his mind, and his smile faltered. It was such a specific demand. He wondered why the mystery person didn't want Abby to know about the meeting. She didn't look like anything special, aside from her inexplicable beauty. It didn't make sense why someone would want him to keep something like that from her.

He toyed with the idea of telling her just to spite his stalker, but something made him hold his tongue. Perhaps it was his instinct for self-preservation—he didn't know who this person was or what they wanted with him, after all—but he couldn't bring himself to disregard the note so easily.

It's not like it matters, anyway, he reminded himself. I already decided I'm not going.

"So, what's for dinner?" Roman asked, putting aside his thoughts about the note. "It smells great."

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Abigail blushed and giggled lightly as she received Roman's compliment. "Thank you, I really like this dress." She said timidly, smiling at him as she led him inside. "I'll get the vase, you can go sit down!" She offered, hurrying over to the cupboards in search of a vase. She eventually found one on the top shelf, reaching up on her tippy toes to get it, before she filled the vase with some water and placed it in the middle of the table for Roman to set it up.

At the mention of the aroma, Abigail smiled, walking over to the stove and removed the lid from the pan.

"It's a dish called Chicken in Creamy White Wine Sauce." She explained, taking a fabric square trivet and the pan over after she put on an oven mitt, going back to the table and placed the trivet down in the space next to the vase, placing the pan on it afterwards. "It's basically chicken and vegetables. If you want some rice, I have some ready in my rice cooker." She offered, taking his plate and started serving him some food.

"Oh, I also have drinks! Do you want water, soda? I also have juice if you want that." Abigail added, giggling shyly. "Sorry, I think I'm a little overexcited. Maybe a little nervous?" She admitted, giving back his plate after she served his food, getting her plate to do the same for her. She soon sighed. "To be completely honest with you, these two dates are sorta... my first dates?" Abigail gave Roman a nervous smile, placing the pan back in its spot.

"I went to an all-girl's boarding school, and at times I would be homeschooled by my parents when they have to Ben relocated for some time, so there wasn't time for dating." Abigail explained, before giving him another smile. "But you don't want to hear about that. How about I get you that drink?"

[Assistant]
Roman untied the bouquet for flowers and placed them in the vase Abigail had set on the table. Taking her suggestion, he sat down in one of the chairs and leaned back as he watched her finish setting up for dinner. It had been quite a while since the last time he had been to a woman's apartment, let alone served a home cooked meal. Even though it was just one step along the way to his end goal, he would have been lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the unusual date so far.

"It all sounds great to me," he said after listening to her description of the food she had made for them. "Besides, anything is better than Chinese takeout, which is about all I've had recently. I'm starting to feel convinced it's the national food of the American bachelor."

He had to hide his surprise when Abigail listed the drinks she had to offer. No alcohol? his upper lip twitched subtly as he forced himself not to show his disappointment. Looks like I'm gonna have to get through this date sober. He was just about to answer her question, when she went on to say something else that sent his mind reeling.

She's never been on a date before... ever? Roman blinked in surprise. The girl wasn't just innocent; she was completely new to the dating scene. He groaned inwardly. This is just my luck. The hottest girl I've met all year is also the most naïve. It was beginning to sound like he was going to have to put in a lot more work than he was expecting for this one.

"Water is fine for me," he finally answered her with a polite smile. "As for our two dates being your only ones, I'm honored you're giving me a chance. I hope I've been able to keep up with whatever expectations you've had for going out with a guy so far." He rested his elbow on the table and propped his chin in his hand. "Well, I don't know much about you other than the fact that you're a total knockout in the looks department." He winked at her flirtatiously. "Tell me more about yourself, Abby. Your school, your parents, I want to know it all."

[User]
"Wow, really? You only eat Chinese food?" Abigail asked in surprise, pouting a little at the thought of having the same greasy food all the time. "Do you ever get tired of that? I mean, Chinese food is delicious, but I think I'd get bored of eating that if I ate it all the time..."

Walking over to her fridge, Abigail hugged her hair away as she grabbed the pitcher filled with cold water, placing it on the table before going to get two cups. Listening to Roman, she blushed slightly and giggled a bit. "You're really charming, I can tell you that much. You're also unpredictable, and strangely enough I like that about you." She replied, coming back with the glasses. She started pouring water into both cups, before looking at Roman as he asked to talk more about herself. Shyly, Abigail let out a small laugh.

"Well, I guess for starters, my parents are both travelers, but my mom is American with Mexican descent and my dad is from England. I was actually born in Japan, when my mom and dad were living there for about a year or so. So because of that, I know English, Spanish, and I'm starting to learn Japanese." Abigail explained, finally sitting down at her seat.

"Anyway, I hope the food is good. I usually just cook for myself most of the time." She said timidly, starting to use her fork to poke around her food, taking the first bite. "I already told you about school, sorta. All girl's boarding school, and some homeschooling, because of my parents and their careers. They're both business people, or something like that. I think my mom is in marketing? I don't remember." Abigail took a moment to eat some more of her food, looking at Roman curiously. "What do you think? Is the food any good?"


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 31
Guild Band: Adonai follows his wifes Guild associations for the most part, as she is the reason he is associated with them at all.

Archetype: Aeronaut, Inventor

Backstory:
Adonai was the first son of the Govannon family, a wealthy trading family with a long history in the free cities. Though he had an older sister, it had for a long time been traditional for the business to be passed down the male line of the family. Thus, though his earliest years were much the same as any other infant in the free cities, as soon as he reached his sixth year his father had his education begin.

His father was determined that his son would not only take over the business, but should be capable of growing it such that the Govannon family could join the ranks of the dynastic merchant princes of the Free Cities. He would often take his son (as well as Adonai's tutor) voyaging on one of the trade airships that provided the majority of the family profit, believing that a good businessman should still know what kind of trouble his ships could run into first hand. Though meant for education, the trips had a slightly different effect on young Adonai, who largely went through the motions and nothing more with his education. He rapidly grew to love flying, looking forward to every occasion he could get his feet off the ground.

These regular airborne excursions revealed another of Adonai's interests as well. When he was not on the deck with the wind in his hair, he was in the engine room or admiring some of the other steam driven technology, despite his father's attempts to discourage such dangerous behaviour.

His adolescence only saw him gain more means to indulge his interests - the money he was given for personal use was used to buy tutorship from machinists and steam engineers, as well as various parts with which to experiment. He became something of a recluse even then, spending all his spare time in a workshop or on an airship, causing somewhat divided opinions among his family. He made his first working steam engine design in his fifteenth year, though it was quite inefficient and not worth any attempt to sell, it was still a significant milestone.

He was nineteen when his father died - murdered in the street for his finery by common thugs, mere hours after canceling a trip on an airship due to the risk of piracy. The death hit the family hard. Adonai's mother went into grieving and would hardly speak to anyone for months. His sister threw herself into study and work, doing her utmost to maintain the trade network in her father's sudden absence. Adonai himself took the first airship out of the city, embarking on a months long journey in which he did nothing but fly for the sake of flying.

Upon his return, he found himself officially the head of the trading company, the family having followed tradition despite Adonai's well known lack of interest in being a merchant. Adonai did his best to manage it on his own for six months, but the numbers were quite telling as to his capability in that area, profits reaching an all time low after a string of poor decisions. At his sister's insistence, he handed the majority of the administration of the company to her, preferring to honor his father's memory by keeping the company strong rather than doggedly following tradition.

With the responsibility of the company finally gone from his future and present, Adonai was finally able to turn his attention fully to his invention. Having come a long way since his first barely functional steam engine, it took him only a year to perfect several easily made modifications to airship steam engines commonly found on the family airships that would make them far more fuel efficient. This contribution, as well as others he made later, secured him favor with his sister, and with the favor came money, enough to continue funding even his more extreme experiments.

His experiments over the next several years became more and more extreme, sometimes succeeding spectacularly, other times leveling the building they were in, though he had an uncanny ability to avoid serious injury throughout this time. His mother died when he was twenty-five, and with that his sister became very distant from him, though they maintained the arrangement that saw his experimenting funded.

Shortly after this, Adonai began creating the plans for the airship that would eventually be called Zephyr's Machine. The design, containing experimental engines that would would prove volatile while under construction, was rejected by every shipyard capable of building it that he could find, their engineers not willing to take risks with an untested design.

Adonai was quite distraught with the repeated refusals of his design, and one night after heavy drinking, picked a fight with half the bar. A short and furious brawl that spread into the street ensued, and an hour later Adonai was dragged into the clinic of Helen Rondell. She patched him up, and found the plans of the airship amongst his things. After some discussion, Adonai persuaded her to build the airship, with some slight modifications, making use of Adonai's family resources to do acquire the materials and labor.

As the project progressed, Adonai became increasingly attracted to the beautiful and intelligent lead engineer, a feeling which was quickly found to be reciprocated. He proposed to her after knowing her for only a year and a half, though she did not accept until much later, after the airship was finished and she had secured a position on the crew. They were married one year prior to the present day, and it is through Helen's connections to the Guild of Adventurers that Adonai became involved.

Prior to the completion of the Zephyr's Machine, he provided the occasional experimental weapon or modification of a device to the Guild members, for a fee. Once the ship was complete, he moved more to take high paying courier jobs for them, whether moving people or objects.

Skills and Abilities: Adonai is a creative and talented inventor, with a mind that thinks very much outside the box. His skillset is quite diverse. Aboard an airship he can fulfill any needed crew role with competency, though not always excellence. He is adept in the kind of combat that occurs between airships, both with the ships guns and the brutal close quarters fighting of a boarding action. Though not remotely as his wife when it comes to mechanical aspects, he is nonetheless competent enough to tinker with most designs on his own, and his theoretical understanding is excellent. Among his mechanical misadventures, he has also picked up the skills required to pick locks, though he could not be considered a master in this field.

Equipment: Adonai maintains a large collection of equipment on his airship, but there are a few items he prefers to carry while off the ship:
His Eyeglasses - not required for his sight, rather with various magnification lenses that can be easily pushed into place over his left eye.
A six shot steam revolver and a single shot steam pistol-blade, both of his own making, rarely leave his belt whether on or off the ship.
A versatile collection of tools is also often at his side, ranging from large multi use items to very small fine tools for the slightest of tweaks to equipment. Among the small tools is a modest set of lockpicks.

Spirits: Adonai's early attempts with spirits ended poorly, and he has avoided personally treating with them ever since. He leaves all things mystical to his wife.

[User]
Harvey felt one of his fists collide with Walkins while the other smashed into the wall behind the pistol toting one. He retracted his hand and readied himself to charge into rifle armed Walkins when he heard the scream of the girl. She was being taken away while the boy, who Harvey presumed must have been her brother or something, tried to desperately get her back. But Walkins was too big of a man to be stopped by the child's blow and merely knocked him away. Harvey saw Walkins draw his gun at the boy and he knew he had to act fast. But neither of Harvey's fist could collide with the Walkin's or protect the boy in time before he'd suffer a few likely fatal bullet wounds. But... Harvey could get to him, in spirit form. He'd have to. "Sorry about this kid!"

Harvey left his body and charged strait at the boy. Because he was still conscience, possessing him was out of the question. And because they lacked a pact Harvey couldn't simply Life Link him. No, he'd have to get a bit rough, but better that he's a bit tousled than filled with bullets. Harvey took possession of the boy's clothes and forced him out of the way of Walkin's pistol. He felt the bullet rip through the shoulder, but hopefully the kid would be stable long enough to get him out of the way. "Don't worry kid, you sister is safe with us." Harvey's ethereal voice spoke to the boy as he jumped from his clothing to Walkin's gun. Hopefully it wasn't magical or something, but once Harvey took possession of the pistol he tried to wretch it out of Walkin's hand, or at least start damaging the delicate parts of the pistol to make it nonfunctional. Harvey didn't just stop there however; as he possessed the pistol he also tried to telepathically control and disrupt other things on Walkin's, flinging weapons out of their holster and looking for hidden ones like pistols and bombs to break. He's try to suffocate Walkin's with his own shirt if Harvey wasn't trying to disarm him first.

[Assistant]
Ryza's blade cut clean through flesh and claimed the inquisitor's arm. His counter attack was expected, but she didn't count on it being so forceful after the shock of losing a limb. She exhaled quickly from the blow, eliciting an 'oof!' as she staggered back and collected herself. Her eyes were on the stump of his arm, noting the black ink taking the place of the inquisitor's blood. It caused a look of confusion and concern in Ryza's eyes, making her grip the soaked katana tighter.

She side stepped a few times, watching out of her peripherals to make sure nothing would sneak up on her. Despite all of the sound of gunfire and fighting in the bar, none of it broke Ryza's focus on taking this thing down. None of it except for the cry of a child. She looked over and saw the girl being taken away and the boy laying on the floor. That lapse in her guard led to the Walkins in front of her seize the initiative. There was a quick blow to her gut, a loss of air as it escaped through her mouth. Ryza dropped her katana and fell to her knees, hands at her stomach as she tried to capture some air.

Another blow was bound for her, but her guardian spirit, Oni, came to her. The air before the mask rippled just a blink before the blow connected with the wooden thing. A 'thwump' carried on a short distance around them and the inquisitor's punch was deflected off the side, throwing him off balance. Ryza recovered from her winding and quickly grabbed the katana. She stood and tripped the man onto his back, pinning him with a foot to his chest and the katana at his neck. Oni formed that rippling shield around her to protect from any stray shots that would come her way. "Stay still, Varisie!"

Perhaps he could be interrogated after this mess.

[User]
Shreckt only had time to spit out a curse in Kusagi. Then she was flying backwards and briefly had no idea where the earth was. Then she slammed into the back of the bar, a few feet away from the repeater using Watkins. She was reacquainted with intense pain, and after regaining her breath back, likely taught Ryza a few new curse words in Kusagi. Then she realized where she was. A short distance away from one of the men who had attacked the entire bar. Or, one of the clones of the same man. Shreckt lunged towards the Watkins with the repeater, slicing horizontally at the clone's kneecap. All she had wanted to do was talk to a fellow Kusagi. But no, the damned Rider had to interfere first, then the Inquisitor had to show up, now everything was a damned mess. Luckily there was something she could take her frustration out on right here. By chopping him up to tiny little bits and pieces.

Eli, on the other hand, was holstering his revolver. Bullets weren't working, and it was clearly time to stab something. Just before everything went to even more hell, Eli summoned lightning in his hand. Then the boy got shot and the girl was being dragged away. By the hair. Screaming. Eli doesn't normally feel rage. Contempt, sure. Irritation, all the time. Disgust, both for himself and others, most of the time as well. But rage, the kind that almost destroyed reason, had been killed with the rest of his team in the Wetlands. But now, seeing what Watkins was doing to the girl, it was back. It was almost enough for him to ignore Ragnarok's chuckle. Eli didn't shout. He didn't scream, and he didn't utter a challenge. He just leapt over the counter, tearing open both his shoulder and leg wounds in the process and chased after the Walkins with the girl. When he was within range he attempted to tackle the Watkins down. By shoving his sword through the pistol wielding clone's chest and bearing him to the ground, where Eli would attempt to cut his opponents head off.

[Assistant]
The battle raged around Adonai. It seemed that their foe was quite the competent summoner. Whatever spirit he had bound to him had given him the ability to, well, have copies of himself. Which needless to say made killing (or evading) him rather more difficult than Adonai would have liked.

The first thing to do, though, was get rid of the common mass produced grenade that Helen had almost set off by accident. He was quite familiar with the model, and given its likely blast radius he decided it would be best to salvage it rather than throw it somewhere to explode and possibly hurt innocent people. A few quick taps from a quickly procured tool and the explosive powder that fueled the grenade was streaming out of the soon to be inert sphere. Adonai collected it up in one of several empty pouches, it would still be useful later.

Once he had finished, he joined the others teaching the Ice-spirit its lesson. The mixture from before would still be in the air, but that apparently wasn't enough to discourage it from attacking his wife. His steam revolver was free of its holster in a blink and leveled at the things center of mass. Six quick trigger pulls, accompanied by the signature whump-hiss of high pressure steam being released, and Adonai's gun clicked empty. His sword also came free of its sheath, gripped in his other hand, he held it high, ready to parry any further attacks on his wife that the persistent beast might make.

So consumed with rage and the desire to safeguard his wife was he, that it was not until part way through his reloading that he noticed one of the Walkins clones had managed to take the girl by the hair and begin dragging her away. By then Eli had leapt after the Walkins', flashing steel in hand. Though Adonai wished to see these children kept safe from Walkins, he would not risk Helen for them, and he wouldn't let her run blindly after them either. In his cold and calculating anger, he chose to leave the girls fate to Eli.


[System]
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[User]
A foggy blur of darkness fuels the void. Fire burns and yet no light emits from it. Wesley can only stare at the two dark beings in his line of sight, unsure about their identities. One thing is certain, one of them is James. Was he the one beating the other with the bat, or was he the one cowering, the life spilling from him with every blood splatter after impact? Faceless, the attacker turned to Wesley, and slowly approached.

But then he burst into consciousness, breathing heavy from what was just experienced. Dreams like that have been ever so frequent ever since this whole mess started. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Wesley removed his cap and attempted to fan himself with the bill, only to stop and notice the strange dampness of it and his clothes. He grasped at his button-up, noticing tears and holes scattered around the fabric. Damn, this was one of his favorite shirts. Although that should be the least of his worries, due to the moving paintings that lined the walls. It was a mixture of confusion and worry that overtook the boy, rubbing his chin as eyed these strange animations. Something about it didn't feel right, and the nervousness that it instilled in Wesley wasn't wanted.

Intending to escape this building as soon as possible, Wesley found great relief at the sight of Karen's backpack. He'd grab the bag and give it a quick lookover; yep, everything was just as he left it, and it still smelled like Karen. Tossing it on his back, Wesley looked around for his other belongings. His bike would be rather useless in this environment, but you never know when a metal bat could come in handy. Although, that axe that leaned against the wall seemed like a sizable upgrade, sentimental value aside. Picking up the dirty weapons with both hands, a muffled whisper shook Wesley, the unknown language making him all the more wary. He'd near the door with caution, and crack it, peering through to see who or what lied inside.

[Assistant]
In his unconsciousness David floated in a void. Every now and again he'd see something flash before him like a festering wound with jagged teeth or a dodecahedron with eyes and the screams of many but none. This nightmare was fairly tame in the grand scheme of things, alcohol and experience having blunted the cut of the long sleep.

Speaking of sleep, it was time to awaken. The damp dirtiness of a random alley was something David had awoken in more times than he would like to admit but there was something more to it than a hangover, this hole place was wrong. He could feel it in the air, beyond the invading stench of fish and garbage there was something worse. This is a dangerous place.

Quickly he pulled himself together, pushing the headache towards the back of his mind. So, his notebook got a little wet between before unconsciousness and now but everything else was unaffected. Which brought him to the book. It was old, that much was for sure, and bound leather although he did not know which kind. A nagging thought gnawed at him, telling him that it was human hide that held these secrets together. However David would ignore the gnaw, instead focusing on his surroundings as he gently put the odd book away.

Taking everything around him, David concluded that he was in a rough spot. Not a lot of options in his current state, which left the bird....thing. The third eye didn't Mitch bother him as the spark of something more behind its eye, digging through all his knowledge of the occult David true to get the bird to do anything besides cackle.

[User]
It could have been hours, or days. Maybe just a few minutes. It's unnoticable how much time has passed while I was unconscious. They tried to kill me. I learned so much about their ways, but there wasn't anything on this ritual. What the... Where am I...? Wait- keys? Where did I get...? Oh! My satchel. Is my... No. It's empty. Except for these papers. Everything the library had on these occult people. Well, I learned all I could. They're pretty interesting. Oh, my tools are still in here. I'll just slip the picks back into my glove. Never know when I'll have to break in to some place. And it's not wise to open this secret compartment to many times. Someone might see, or it might just get too worn to be a secret. Anyways, let's see... Where am I?

 Cecelia takes her satchel and grabs her cloak from the fence. Puting on the dark cloak over her ragged clothes, Cecelia places the keys in the pocket and raises the hood, shivering at the rain's chill and how soaked her clothes and cloak were. Taking in her surroundings a bit more, the side of the pawn shop has a "Join the Force" ad plastered on its bricks. Not remembering any "Force" that needed to be joined before she was taken as sacrifice, it seemed strangely out of place. Noticing a cat's voice, Cecelia turned, but had to stifle a yelp when it looked at her with three eyes. Her knowledge of the occult helped her realize that three-eyed beings were supposedly enlightened. Maybe this cat meant to lead her. It didn't look particularly dangerous or threatening.

 Well, things are off to a weird start... Maybe the pawn shop owner has answers? Nah, better not to bother him. Or her. This cat is creeping me out... I'd probably better not, since it has occult roots. Yeah, I see where occult knowledge has gotten me so far... Well, I think a quick drive might help me cool off. I've driven enough to know how. I may not be the best, but I'm safe. Well, here goes. If it works I'll take it. Finders-keepers and all that.

 With that last thought, Cecelia nimbly pulled the lockpick set from the glove she usually stores it in and starts to pick the lock to the car lot, looking around for people. After the fifth click from the tumbler, the lock releases the hook bar and allows Cecelia access. Opening the gate, she goes in to try her luck and see if she could win herself a new car.

[Assistant]
A foul stench seeps through the crack of the door. It is infested with that of burnt skin, rotten intestines, and putrid saliva. The muffled whispers previously audible have been replaced by a heavy panting emanating from some dark presence. As Wesley cautiously peers through the bantam split, he beholds a nightmarish creature that he never thought imaginable or possible to exist in the physical world. It resembled a dog with ragged fur and slender limbs. Its body was clad and soaked in what could only be a sickening mixture of pus and flesh from human beings. The creature was horrid.

Wesley cannot believe what he is seeing. Whatever was depicted in the paintings in the other room coming alive was one thing, but this had no logical explanation at all. Where did this beast come from? How did it find Wesley? Nothing was for certain; nothing could overcome the contradictions at this point. The beast simply stared at Wesley. There was nothing the man could do to hide from this eldritch horror, nor was there anything he could do to communicate with it, or calm it down. And then it happened, the beast lunged at the door and impacted it with its body and massive claws.

The door was nearly pulverized by the creature's attack and Wesley was taken by surprise, being hurled through the air backwards and into a row of chairs behind him. He did not sustain any major injuries, but the realization of the nightmare horror's existence has taken a toll on his sanity. Luckily, Wesley is somewhat equipped for a fight. The nightmare hound stands in the door way, growling and observing his prey. The paintings in the room have reacted to the dark presence and are wailing a strange sound that seems to upset the otherworldly creature.

Note: Change your Madness attribute to C-.

The three-eyed bird suddenly takes flight from the top of the street light and lands on one of the dumpsters next to David. It screeches loudly and frantically, flapping its wings about and dancing with its legs. The display is a bit unsettling, but David has probably seen stranger things in his life. At the end of this tiny ritual, the bird spits a black mass of saliva in David's face. The taste and stench is foul and the contents immediately invade the man's body through mouth and nose. It is an extremely unpleasant experience and parts of your body come under extreme duress. However, the pain is over within a matter of seconds and now, the bird's crackling makes perfect sense to you. What was once screeching is now speech that you can understand: "You better look out, human! You better look out, human! Dark things stir in the corners of your eyes! Dark things stir in the corners of your eyes!" said the Bird and then took flight.

Moments later, the sound of a lone chime echoes throughout the alley and incomprehensible muttering fills the air. The steps of whatever approaches are floundering and heavy. An old woman appears around the corner of the restaurant. The movements of her body are spasmodic and irrational. Her dark robes are ragged and seemingly of ancient, Victorian styled fashion. She mumbles pestilent words of incantations and curses, while occasionally playing her chime. In one of her hands the old woman grips a ceremonial dagger. There is no other explanation other than this hag being a member of the cult, and she has come to claim David's body and soul. As her muttering and playing of the chime stops, she raises the dagger above her head and charges her prey with incredible legerity, while wailing akin to a weeping banshee.

Notes: Change your Madness attribute to C-, and add 'Understand Crow Speak' to your Talents.

As Cecelia enters the empty car lot, she is a bit startled that the three-eyed cat now sits upon the roof of a car. As the young girl hesitates, she fails to mind her treading and gets her foot caught in a bantam crack in the pavement. The fall is particularly harsh on the ankle and knee of her right leg. The occult animal simply stares at the helpless lad as she lay in agony for a minute, and then it vanishes into the dark night.

The keys in Cecelia's possession belong to one of the cars in the lot, but it might be unsafe to drive in her current condition. The street is still suspiciously empty and there is no other sign of life except the pawnshop, but there is no telling what kind of person that dwells therein. However, no other oddities seem to have found Cecelia at this time and she remains hidden from the cult and the dimensions beyond.

Note: Change your Madness attribute to B-. Your character now has a 'leg injury'. The pawnshop might have Pain Killers to sell, but you currently have no money—perhaps some kind of trade might work.

Ryan's senses jolt awake from a sudden breaking of a bottle nearby. Some manner of homeless man is rumbling through the garbage, but he appears to be harmless. As the world is slowly brought back into focus, Ryan beholds an empty street and a beating downpour. He feels a sting on his neck; the brand is pulsating pain as another soul akin to himself is nearby.

Upon moving his body and attempting to stand on his feet, Ryan appears to be unharmed, but his memory of the past few hours is hazy. His clothes are soaked and torn. A few feet away lay his brown leather bag with all of his belongings tucked inside. However, another object rests beside it. Upon closer inspection, Ryan discovers that it is a hand grenade*. There is no logical explanation to why such a destructive weapon would casually litter a city akin to common garbage. Perhaps it is what the homeless man is looking for, or maybe Ryan stole it from somewhere?

The street appears endless in both directions. To Ryan's left rests the sight of life and some manner of establishment and the homeless man, but the brand on his neck pulls to the right where he will find a man named David Cohen. Ryan does not know what the pain in his neck means, but his gut tells him that he should follow its call.


[System]
Quote: "Lets rock!"
Theme Song:
Alias: Johnny Ashton, John Brewster, Johnny Cash, John Denver, John Ellis, John Fogerty, Jonny Greenwood, Johnny Hiland, Ect.
Age: 24
Powers and Skills:
Powers
Magic guitar: The basis of his powers.
Transformation: when he takes up his guitar, he turns into a 4 armed humanoid, this is in part a reflection of his inherent chimera syndrome from absorbing his twin in the womb.
Audio mimicry: with his guitar, he is capable of mimicking any sound, from gunfire to human voices and modifying them accordingly.
Sonic immunity: when transformed, he is incapable of being harmed by shock-waves or sound-based attacks.
Sound attacks: the twin necks of his guitar act like a tuning fork, allowing him to make powerful sonic blasts. Some are more broad stroked like causing white noise to interrupt all sound in his area and effectively cause deafness, others focused to a single point like an acoustic phaser to deal concussive damage. The longer he has to 'solo' to build up the energy, the more powerful the blast when he releases the energy.
Remote performance: even without the guitar in his hands, he can still use his connection to the instrument to play it remotely. In this case, he is limited to his skill as a guitarist, but he can indeed make it mimic human voice as many guitarists do. More of novelty but still noteworthy.
Skills
Maestro guitarist; He earned his skill through blood sweat and tears even over his condition. Even with his disability, he is capable of performing 'flight of the bumblebee' at 4000 beats per second.
Driving: Before his transformation, he was a garbageman and as such has his heavy machinery license for semi-trucks and its like.

Weaknesses:
Magic guitar: Without his instrument, he reverts back to a deformed human with monoplegia cerebral palsy. Merely taking it away doesn't sever his connection, but breaking it or immersing it in holy water, sealing it away in a lead box, tossed into an alternate or pocket dimension. These sort of things sever his connection until the pieces are put back together, removed from the water, or released from its confines.

Personality:
He's a rock-star! High energy but broody manic-depressive, When he is up, you have to keep up, but when he is down, you need to drag him from one place to the next.

Appearance:

Biggest Claims to Fame:
1) world record-tie for fastest guitar. 2) GLOBAL nuisance by being part of a group that hacked all satellites in the world for 10 seconds while he blasted a riff that blew out 1% of all the speakers on the planet.
How Long Have You Been in Prison:
Long enough to record 2 albums in confinement "Live from Blackgate" and "Alien Arkham Asylum".
Brief History:
Not much to say that wasn't in the press already. A disabled youth who picked at his guitar and collected disability until he was 21 and got a job as a garbageman after that. He spent all his time playing even on the job with a broken piece of junk just to practice his motions. One day he entered a contest and won, the prize was a record deal, with a devil.
The entity in question had gathered several skilled individuals and gifted them with powers or abilities then sat back and watched the mayhem they unleashed as a supervillain band of musicians. They, of course, were caught and many tried to break their deals with hellacious results. Johnny is the only one who has sat back and rode his crazy-train all the way to the station.
Notes:

[User]
"No fire to check, Ma'am," Cecil appeared at ease on the flight over, but his mind was racing on the inside. Waller was so paranoid that she had basically crippled him for this mission. She apparently had some fantastical idea bout his capabilities, but without any information he was about as useful as a garage mechanic. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but he was annoyed nonetheless. He eyed Dazzle while they were in the confines of the vehicle, but dismissed the idea of trying to hack her almost immediately. It was just like the nanites, he would simply need too much uninterrupted study and tinkering to do anything about it.

He walked behind everyone else on their way through the facility, and when an aggressive android accosted them, he backed up the stairwell a few steps.

"Everybody take cover!" Daz shouted.

Cecil replied, "Oh, way ahead of you!"

Okay, laser cannon. It was a robot, military hardened electronics, he was sure.

Could he disable it?

What was available to him: in the stairwell? Nothing. In the rest of the facility? He had no way of knowing, thanks to Waller. He would have to assume the basics. What was he likely to find?

In order of likelihood

Breakroom...
refrigerator
microwave
plumbing
toaster/toaster oven
oven
stove top, gas or electric

Labs or offices...
computers
furniture(wood, metal? Glass?)
calculator
First aid kit

Bathroom...
more plumbing
mirrors
automatic toilets, or pull handles?

Plus whatever else he could find.

Could he disable it?

75% likelihood. Good chance.

Did he need to? Dazzle's efforts made it seem like standard weapons wouldn't work terribly well. Not knowing what everyone else could do, Cecil had to assume he'd have to act.

"Hey," he yelled down the stairwell, "I might have a plan, but I need some stuff. If I run off to get it, can you not blow me up?"

[Assistant]
"What do you want us to do, Terminator?" Red Ghost joked at Daz from behind his cover as the nerd took a long pause before asking...

"Hey," he yelled down the stairwell, "I might have a plan, but I need some stuff. If I run off to get it, can you not blow me up?"

"I can scout ahead in ghost mode, or try and go tangible once I'm passing through this machine man. Try and damage his circuits maybe? It works on people, but I've never done it to a machine..." Red Ghost continued.

As Team 1 stayed pinned down under fire from the blue humanoid robot, Team 2 was in the central lab/lobby with the techno organism going in and out of stealth mode similar to the Predator aliens in popular action films. Upon getting blasted by the pink skinned alien's acidic attacks, the creature made quick work of the little girl with horns. When the beast seemingly swallowed the girl whole Waller pushed a button on a computer in front of her from back at HQ that detonated the criminal.

There was now a couch sized hole in the techno organism's chest. Before the creature had time to regenerate using local debris as raw materials the team needed to act fast and give it everything they had. Even Team 1 could hear the explosion, roughly fifty yards away and in a stairwell leading underground...

~KL~

[User] Snip

[Assistant]
Vigilante had looked to waller as she handed out the assignments with 'you have got to be kidding me' look. But he said nothing as he took the dissoers on his group into the hellicopet and began to brainstorm how to put them to best use... And then shark happened.

The entered the facility with no trouble...suspiciously no trouble. No security, no scientists, no secretary.

"Even artificial sentience knows fear, for what earthly coil bound here does not fear its own undoing? The winds of fate and death just idly blow away anything made by man, be it flesh and blood or steel and oil."

"You ever read Isac Assimov? 'Ghost in the machine' and all that? You might like him, but most robots I've fought tend to shoot, shoot, keep shooting, and stop only to reload. Speaking of..."

The machine came into view and got blasted by one of theirs, before he could call off a tactic, she was swallowed whole and then exploded.
Boom.
It was wounded and reeling and ready to kill or be killed, no need for mercy as he aimed for the inside of the gaping wound and started with the explosive grenade from each pistol. Nothing fancy, just two shots aimed for the vulnerable innards already weakened by the previous explosion.
Boom-Boom.
Next came the Rip rounds; it was a hollowpoint on steroids that after entering the enemy would tear apart from the force of the impact inside the victim and send the shards every which way to cause six different channels of internal damage per bullet. He was firing six rounds into the weakened creature so hopefully three explosions and thirty six channels torn through its internalstructure would soften it up for someone else to finish the job.

[User]
...and someone else did. The helicopter sent in to evac the group was outside, most of the ARGUS agents had already exited the surrounding areas around the lab as well. It was loud. Between the techno organism roaring in pain, the helicopters, explosions, it was hard for anybody to really hear anything.

Five minutes earlier...

Between the phasing attacks of Red Ghost and the pinpoint accuracy of 'Ed' and Daz, the blue humanoid defense robot didn't stand a chance. Once Team 1 had reached the panic room, Cecil cracked the security system to get the Professor and his son Ted out in one piece. With Daz calling the shots Team 1 beat Team 2 to the extraction point. The Red Ghost just kinda floated, Ed and Cecil were both out of breath, and Daz just looked even more like the Terminator with small cuts and bruises as visible as her cybernetics from coming into close quarters combat with the blue defense android developed by Kord. King Shark and Vigilante both got word from Waller to make it to the extraction zone, the two of them were both now players in a much larger game that Waller was involved in. She didn't want to lose either, but she didn't mind losing an alien or random metahuman criminal once in awhile.

"Holy **** what a rush!" Ghost exclaimed looking around at his teammates, and the two people they were sent in to rescue. There were maybe four other agents of ARGUS on the transport as well, presumably to keep the team in check. The giant shark man scared the fourteen year old Ted Kord who just cowered behind his father. Nobody knew what happened next. Was the team to be locked up again until needed, would they ever find out why and how the Prof. knew Waller enough to call her? Time might tell sooner or later, but some of the members of Task Force X would likely be dead before finding out the answers to some of the questions.

"Thank you. Thank you all..." Prof. Kord said to everyone on board.

In the distance behind them, a fighter plane could be seen dropping two bombs on the lab that were sure to level it and anything left of the creature. The team survived their first mission. How long will each of them survive from here on out?

~KL~

[Assistant]
Mission 002 wasn't far from HQ this time around. The underground laboratory where there was the threat of some half baked Super-clones was in St. Roch, Louisiana. Several inmates and agents of the government returned for the second mission. Daz, the cybernetic field leader, was among them as well as her right hand the aquatic King Shark. The inmates going back into the field included Red Ghost, Lady Nightmare, the crackshot calling himself 'Ed', and the new guy who's got an enchanted sword who goes by Blade. There's also another new recruit who's got four arms and a seemingly 'magic' guitar. Waller chose a team better equipped for this mission. A super smart guy like Cecil would be killed in seconds if sent into the field for this one. This was clearly a mission for the more physically dominant metahumans, or the ones with powers or weapons forged in the supernatural. Lady Nightmare could probably give the real Superman a run for his money, it was going to be entertaining watching her face off against these clones. Ed was well on his way to becoming the next Deadshot. The two new guys had a lot to prove to the rest of the team. And Ghost seemed to be coming out of his shell a bit...

"So... Superman clones only half cooked but with enough power to level a city... sounds like a Tuesday. IS it Tuesday?" the Red Ghost asked in a monotone voice to nobody in particular, as if finally lightening up a bit.

"Drop off is in five minutes people!" yelled the pilot of the plane, "There's nobody in the club this time of week, entry into the lab beneath it should come easy unless you **** something up!" he continued yelling back to the group.

Red Ghost eyeballed the new guy with the bladed weapons. He wasn't sure if the guy could be trusted or not. Then Stevens looked over at the shark man, who could probably eat half the team within minutes. Marcus definitely wanted to stay on that thing's good side. Secretly Ghost was crushing on the Terminator-like woman, Daz. Something about short hair on a woman that just did it for him.

~KL~

[User]
Johnny popped his neck, his back, his ams, and his hands, then his neck again, his wrists, his back again... In fact, it seemed he could either pop any join on purpose or else he was really good at being irritating. Who's to say? He stood up and shook it off before standing up with his hands in ready position and breathed out a thick black smoke that pooled in his ams like milk in a glass of watter until his lady was fully formed between his fingers.

"Five minutes? St, Roche? Supermen? Cool. I hoped for Solomon Grundy...Ah well."

"Now when I was just a little boy, standin' to my Daddy's knee.
My Poppa said 'son don't let the man get you, do what he done to me'

I can remember the fourth of July, runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin' chasin' down a hoodoo there.

Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou.

Wish I was back on the bayou, rollin' with some Cajun Queen.
Wishin' I were a freight train, oh, just a-chooglin' on down to New Orleans.

Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou.

I can remember the fourth of July, runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin', chasin' down a hoodoo there,
Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Chasin' down a hoodoo there.

Born on the bayouBorn on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou
Born on the bayou."

As he sang, his music began to have a subtle effect, more than just the usual head bobboing, it actually started to synchronise those that could hear it, bringing pulses to a similar rhythm with breathing. He fell into his gift of lead musician to try and get everyone on the same page.


[System]
Background:Saitra is the confident and obsessive Goddess of Karma and Fortune, she believes in equality in all matters, good and evil, light and dark, consequences and reward. She has little patience for any that break or ignore these rules, though admittedly she tends to mess up on her own when it comes to the balance of things, always questioning what is truly good, and what is truly evil. Saitra's involvement in mortal affairs is unknown but the assumption is due to the situation she seeks to restore balance her own way. Due to her obsessive nature however it's advised she never get involved with humans directly in any form, thus any that know her know better than to go anywhere near her relic. Those that don't know end up a victim to her strange whims.

Power:Saitra allows her host the ability to mess with the positive and negative aspects of others, more specifically living things. The host is able to pull the positive or negative aspects of a person into themselves as energy and make a copy of the subject, this act does nothing to the subject, due to Saitra's limited power however it's impossible to make copies of anything she's not formally connected to, thus only her host is affected by this. She doesn't permit more than one copy as well as that can mess up the balance of things. She can also be extremely picky about who the power works on, she forbids it on other hosts since their Karma is hard enough to manage without extra problems.

Artifact- A single coin: A coin with a lotus on one side and a prayer wheel on the other. The coin itself alters the karma of the host, making their positive karma negative and vice versa, it has no real use to anyone else.

(Respect to Parashi)

(Respect to Daenarys)

(Respect to Ovos)
Name:Kai
Age:23
Personality: Kai is a kind but strange young man with a stone face and an almost expressionless disposition, he can be difficult to read at times due to this but he is an honest man with a sense of humor, though his habit of not showing how he feels can make him seem more serious than he actually is. Kai is generally lost in thought over one thing or another, accustomed to daydreaming through most of his days, this can cause him to miss simple things at times, though he has a very straightforward focus, almost tunnel vision causing him to put all his energy into a single action allowing him to deal with any problem with a strategic mind.
Bio: Kai grew up in a simple house as an only child, he grew up a peasant and the moment he was of age he got to work to try and help provide for his family. Though he had a mild curiosity over magic and blades both took time to learn and his parents were more focused on keeping their livelihood than learning magic and training in the sword and Kai followed in their footsteps. Earning everything in his possession he constantly worked on a farm expecting to be a farmer for the remainder of his days. Saitra however had other plans for Kai, for some reason she chose the peasant boy with a mean right hook to be her host, though Kai isn't exactly keen on the idea.
Abilities/Skill: Manipulation of Self- Aside from having being able to throw a punch Kai is able to call out the positive and negative aspects of himself manifesting them as summons to fight for him. The power of his summons depends on the amount of Karma he's drawn in or accumulated and as he fights it drains from him, he is only able to use one summon at a time and can only carry one pool of Karma in his body at one time as it manipulates his own Karma. (Can't have two positive or two negatives after all).
His artifact helps him switch it, but he loses all Karma of one side, meaning whatever summon is out vanishes. He also can't drain Karma while his summons are out.
Positive Kai- The physical side of Kai, his positive aspects comes out and fights up close and personal with a flurry of blows and strikes, the summon is powerful and quick and almost acts on its own when active, which is good for Kai who has little formal training in fighting, this does reflect in his summon but it makes up in that weakness with strength and speed, it takes hits for Kai having a strong form. The summon is an almost mirror of Kai in personality.
Negative Kai- The Negative side of Kai is the ranged side of Kai hurling concentrated energy at things from a distance, it is weak to physical attacks as such Kai has to protect the summon himself as it can't fight without magic. Unlike his positive aspect his negative aspect uses far more Karma meaning it can't stay out as long but it's ability to fling powerful magic makes up for its short time out. His negative side is quiet and bashful unlike Kai.

[User]
Kai had learned quickly and at a young age that there would be days when the world seemed against you, in such circumstances it was important to have a positive mindset and tackle such issues with determination and tenacity. Standing on his small farm, the bright sun shining high in the sky a cool breeze brushing past him, ticking the skin not covered by his overalls. A day like this was a perfect time for things to go wrong. Staring ahead his watering can in his left hand pouring excess water onto his planted melons he found out very quickly today was one of those days. A rectangular shaped structure made of old yellow brick had planted itself right in the middle of his field, towering over him and his simple home nearby. His gaze moved down to the crushed vegetables the structure had crushed with it's arrival and his mouth twitched to the side as he looked back at the building. The object that had crushed most his field and his dinner for the next few weeks was a temple, the type that had been appearing as of late, places where artifacts of the gods rested. The gods had destroyed his crops and there was little he could do to fix it.

For a while now Kai had heard whispers in his dreams, had caught the visage of a woman in the corner of his eyes as he worked his field, from the moment he woke to when he slept he felt eyes upon him. He figured it was his imagination and paid it no real mind, but staring at the large temple he supposed whoever was trying to talk to him got impatient. Thus leading Kai back to his earlier lesson, there were days when the world seemed against you but as he turned and walked away from the temple he realized that today was not a day to tackle this issue, he was going to nap and pretend it wasn't there.

Regretfully the screaming in his head kept him from going through his day, the voice in his skull had gotten louder no longer whispers but a voice, and an annoying one at that telling him to enter the temple. The whole matter was giving him a headache and though he ignored it until night fell he found it hard to sleep with the continued yelling it seemed the only solution to true slumber was to heed the voice. With little other choice Kai entered into the temple, moving down narrow passageways, grabbing a torch off the faded wall for light as he delved deeper into the musty temple until he came across a large room, with a single bridge leading to a center altar. Avoiding the temptation to look down into the darkness below he stepped onto the pillar rising out of the shadows below and approached the small altar with a single coin resting on it, the moonlight cast down onto the coin from an opening above and Kai stared at the coin for a moment.
"Take it."
The voice was clear in his skull and Kai blinked realizing what this was, an artifact of the gods, and item that would give him immense magical power. Knowing this he started to turn around only for the bridge behind him to break apart and fall into the darkness below, his eyes twitched at this knowing it was the gods doing and with a heavy sigh he turned around and reaching forward took hold of the coin.

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"Yes I would like to buy some vegetables," Kai said holding out Saitra's coin.
The screaming in his head caused him to bring a hand to his head, he had yet to fully become Saitra's host, refusing to activate the Artifact no matter how much she asked him, she had revealed her name when he took the coin and he informed her that he was going to get the gold back that he lost. Regretfully no one recognized the coin as any real currency as it wasn't and some ran away from him, though Saitra wouldn't explain why. She spoke to him repeatedly telling him to activate the Artifact, to gain immeasurable power but he declined and he realized very quickly that this coin was almost stuck to him, and she was already bound to him but he refused her power to fully cement what he considered a parasitic relationship. His attention moved to a gathering of people moving towards another one of the temples, Kai's eyes narrowed slightly and he went to follow the crowd, if they were moving to see another host than maybe they could give him some answers.

Kai had gathered his simple outfit upon leaving his home pulling the hood up as he walked into the temple, Saitra informed him that asking questions here would be meaningless, minus the fact that he spoke in a monotone voice with a light tone, making him sound uninterested in almost everything, it would be hard to take him seriously, the god here wasn't going to answer his questions and she doubted the host would. Kai ignored the voice in his head and stood in the crowd waiting for his turn, he said nothing watching the others rely on someone else to do their own jobs, he closed his eyes tired of watching it after a bit.
When his turn came up Kai walked forward lowering his hood as he raised his head and looked into the eyes of the woman.

"...I can feel Malthael here," Saitra said from within his mind. "The power coming from that girl, she is definitely the host,
a message to her is meaningless, we should just-"
"Malthael I'm not here for any blood sacrifice, I got an annoying god in my head that won't leave me alone. My fields have been destroyed and she's bound herself to me. I'm here to ask you how to shut her up. Don't really care about this coming evil or what have you, I just want to work on my farm."
"Are you insane?! Do you understand what you've done. You've asked for something while giving nothing, there is no balance in this!"
"Would you shut up about balance," Kai said looking sideways. "Where's the balance in my broken melons, pay me back damn it."

[Assistant]
Lana giggled as the young man finished, silently raising a hand and the preist's face went pale as he quickly ushered the crowd out of the temple. As the temple quickly emptied the priest moved to stand between the stranger and Lana. " I know not who you are, but if you speak true then you are a host, and as a host you have a duty to this world even if you do not wish it. If you ignore this duty you will have no farm let alone a life to spend farming. "Lana watched the preist with an obviously amused grin, he was clearly angry at the young man for various reasons. The preist removed his hood to reveal an aged elf, he looked impossibly old and his glazed eyes scanned the young man as if looking for a weakness. " Such potential wasted on an ignorant and ungrateful youth...

Before the priest could continue Lana raised her hand and rolled her eyes, a voice as smooth as silk and tempered from a great amount of time spent dealing with fanatics leaving her lips. " Calm yourself priest, you forget yourself again and if you continue speaking I may require your life in advance as payment for your words... leave, now. " Without another word the priest left, a clearly distraught look on his face but he did not argue. Lana waited till he left before she spoke. "I apologize, people often forget themselves when their only hope for survival act like spoiled children. In any case I welcome you and your god...Saitra is it? I understand from what Malthael tells me that you are a Goddess of Karma and Fortune? I am Lana and Malthael, God of Blood and Sacrifice is the God I have been lucky enough to be paired with.... tell me, something other than your poor melons must have brought you here, what was it? " As Lana spoke she moved slowly down from where she stood so that she could face the young man while they spoke.

[User]
Onyx sat atop her horse, given to her by one of the people who tried to befriend her. The steed was as dark as the night itself, fitting for the host of the goddess of night. She would have been ecstatic, if Hekate wouldn't have been so silent tonight. The Twin Torches were lit, leading her in the direction she needed to go, yet Onyx had no idea where they were taking her. Onyx had been performing a light show for some children when the torches lit up, blindingly at her side. She knew she had to go somewhere, but Hekate wasn't talking to her

With a sigh, Onyx clicked softly at the horse, telling it to continue forward. It wasn't long before they reached a temple, much like the one Hekate presided over. Onyx could feel an almost... bloodthirsty aura. This was definitely not somewhere Hekate would normally visit.
"I'll ask you one more time, what are we doing here?" Onyx spoke to her goddess. She was uneasy, and it wasn't a feeling she normally experienced.
"There are two hosts here, like you. You must see what they're doing."
"So.. I'm spying?"
"More or less."
Onyx frowned deeply, but continued forward. She knew if she didn't listen, Hekate would scream in her head.

Onyx jumped off the horse and tied it to a tree close by the temple before creeping closer and observing the crowd gathered around. They were all dressed in hoods, and if they spoke it seemed to be in a terrified whisper. The torches were now cold and dark, the fire seeming to have never happened. She put them back in her belt at her waist, and, with an almost annoyed sigh, she disappeared.
Had it been daylight, she would have been spotted immediately as she was just a mass of swirling darkness. In the night, however, it's nearly impossible to see her. Onyx zipped passed the crowd and into the temple, sticking to shadows cast by the torches inside. Once she reached a woman, however, she froze. The woman was speaking to a hooded man, and Onyx stayed back, watching and listening carefully.

[Assistant]
Kai stared at the priest blinking a few times as the man seemed to explain his supposed duty, running a hand through his hair he sighed as the priest stared at him, he made no attempt to tense up or hide anything about himself, he just stared back at him with the same blank expression. What he said was meaningless Saitra had already gone on about some kind of duty, even showed him what he should be doing but digging in his ear Kai patiently waited for the one he addressed to speak to him. When she finally spoke he looked up at her and folded his hands behind head as she sent the priest away.
What an interesting turn of events, also do you feel that...it's like we're being watched."
"Nope," Kai said staring ahead.

Kai squeezed the bridge of his nose when the woman name Lana spoke to him mentioning herself and Malthael, he supposed hosts were like this when they fully fused, or maybe she was a special case, he had no idea and didn't really care. He was also pretty sure she just called him a spoiled child but now wasn't the time to deal with such things, at the moment this girl was the only one that could answer the questions Saitra refused to answer. It seemed this Lana and her god knew who was inside his head as well, that made this a little easier to explain then.
"I'm here for my melons," Kai said simply. "I suppose if I were to name something else it's answers...because my melons were destroyed."
"Would you let go of the melons, look my aim was slightly off."
"Oh yeah your aim was off, a few feet over and you'd owe me a new house," Kai said shaking his head. "Anyway...I just want answers. This god ended up in my head, she made me get her artifact and keeps going on about some great evil, or some beast or something. Look why is this god here and how do I make her go away."