[System]
· Nicknamed Threeparts because he is "Three parts good, bad, and mysterious."
 · Nicknames in order of most used: Three, Stein, and Gad.

Age
Twenty-Four

Archon Of
Stone

Archon Weapon
Battleaxe and a shield made of stone that forms from around him.

Appearance
Standing at 6'6" he may seem very tall, but this is not unusual in his tribe or homeland; only a few inches taller than the average height for the males and even females. His build looks gaunt under clothing, but when fighting and seen without a shirt, he is actually very lithe and toned. His complexion a glowing, tawny beige with freckles dusting over his nose and cheeks, and his cheeks also always seemingly have a tinge of pink. Eyes of hazel; amber circling around the pupil and green fading to a thin, light blue ring around the whole of his iris, contrasting against his dark skin tone. Lastly, hair of medium-length, thick tresses resembling onyx that shines a very dark auburn in the sun, and large, circular horns crowning above his ears; they do not always grow in this pattern, and if broken they regrow differently.

 · Special Markings: He has a triskele tattoo on his right forearm, a scar on his side which he does not like to talk about, and a few burn marks on the back of his neck which his hair normally covers.

 · While having a simple fashion; preferring jeans, boots, button-up shirts or t-shirts, and a leather jacket.

Personality
Quiet and observant, never one to strike up conversation, but when needed provides useful information. Steering clear of crowded places, spending most of his time at work or home, he cannot stand loud or too much noise. He is not easy to anger, but when he does it has dire consequences not only to others but also himself.

Bio
Earth [Aranea] // A world where the practice of magick is seen as everyday life, but heavily regulated as well as a plethora of different races, species and what some may see as odd creatures make home. Not unlike any other planet there are struggles, wars, and problems there just seems to be less of them or rather that magick is a very good solution. Like a spider's web; weaved intricately but delicate so is Aranea.

Threes homeland is a large continent called, Alderglum, crowned by immense, jagged mountains, flowing with lava from an active volcano, melding into sprawling thick forests, and ending at a black-sanded beach. The primary of the races live in the mountains, some dotting small villages in the forest and one large coastal town and port. The races living are very tribal and clan-like, his tribe being one of the largest of minotaur. All though not low in ranking, his life was pretty average save for some quarrels between other tribes. Not really interested in the life of a tribe which mainly meant farming, fishing, mining or fighting he moved to one of the largest cities on the main continent of Sapien, Sidwarren, where he studied biology, biochemistry and then took the steps to becoming a Medical Examiner.

Special Gear or Equipment
· A longsword that belonged to his Father, imbued with a spell of resilience made from a special metal that is located only from their Aranea and bears the symbol, a triskele, of his tribe. The pommel, grip, and guard are gold with the pommel grasping a gem that shifts colours of ochre, taupe and hints of green. The metal of the sword when forged turns black, and the engraving glows faintly greenish-brown.

· A necklace bearing a triskele carved in moss-stained stone, having magickal properties of protection and strength.

[User]
The sun had just began to rise over the white snowy mountain tops. As the orange sphere cast light upon the temple, a small bell chimed as a signal for the new day. There were already a few monks out on the courtyard of the temple, doing their daily prayers. The elders sat among the first to be out on this glorious new day, leading the morning prayer and meditation. A young girl stood at the main gate before quickly walking to her place over in the courtyard. Her silver hair was bright in the morning light as she got into her meditative position just under one of the only trees in the courtyard. This had been her place her entire life, as she could feel the wind pick up in the branches and swirl around her as she meditated deeply.

Taking in a deep breath, Aella was swept into her meditation, feeling almost weightless as she hummed to herself gently. The wind almost seemed to embrace her as she meditated and she was lost to time. After what felt like little time to her, Aella felt a tap on her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, she saw Delilah, the woman whom was the closest to being a mother to the elf. "It's nearly mid-day, Aella. You've been gone for hours," the woman said gently, smiling as she offered the younger woman a smaller piece of bread. The silver haired girl grabbed it gently with a thankful smile.

"I guess I lost track of time," Aella smiled gently, quietly standing. Delilah sighed gently and seemed to be thinking on something. However, the younger girl didn't press and took a bite of the bread. It was stuffed with a sweet vegetable filling, which was her favorite.

"You're growing so fast, child," she heard Delilah say, "Your training has been paying off and I do believe it is time I told you some things. However, now is not the time, as you have chores to do. After you finish them, please come to the temple statue. I shall be waiting." Before Aella had the chance to inquire more, the other woman was gone, and the elf finished her bread silently. It was her duty to sweep the courtyard and help prepare for the nightly vigil inside the deep recesses of the temple. She took a breath as she gathered a broom, and started to sweep, once again humming to herself.

[Assistant]
Another crummy day, another equally crummy job. The grenade factory he worked in was dimly lit, grimy, and littered with shrapnel from discarded parts- amongst other things. Like the floor, the eyes of the workers surrounding him were clouded with the despair the mind-numbing motions of their labor brought to them. Filling capsules with sharp lead that would one day rip through the flesh of another… Unlike his coworkers', Vanth's eyes were filled with vigor; his day was only going to get better. No longer would he have to work day in and day out at a sweatshop to pull in enough money to help his parents. He had gotten his hands on the last pieces of equipment to pull off his latest heist: a new pair of gloves and an unmarked crowbar. They were stashed between some of the boxes which were scheduled to ship out to the frontlines tomorrow. Without these tools, stealing that crystal his man inside the R&D building mentioned would be more of a pain than it had to be. All he had to do now was wait for the end of the day.
 As the ragtag tide of workers were leaving the factory, a hooded figure slinked along the walls away from the crowd towards a large mound of crates ready to be shipped. Upon reaching his stashed gloves and crowbar Vanth slipped on the gloves, slung the bar into his pack, then turned on his heels towards the rooftop of the main factory building. From there, he navigated across several wooden planks which stretched from factory building to factory building until he reached the rooftop of the R&D department.
 Reaching into his pack, Vanth pulled out a lock picking kit and unlocked a corroded metal door. A few flights of stairs later and he was close to the lab where the government's brightest were keeping his prize until their next batch of tests. However, something was off. He could feel energy in the air around him as he approached his quarry. There also weren't the normal amount of security cameras that sat in every ceiling corner of every other building he had broken into. No trip wires, no hidden redeye relays, nothing. Was he even in the right building? Vanth got his answer when he broke into the room where the gem was encased.
 "That's it? This puny little thing?" He reached out and grabbed it, inadvertently triggered the alarm for that room. Amber and ruby emergency lights began flashing with klaxons blaring. By instinct Vanth dropped his prize into the pouch attached to the inside of his pants and rushed out of the room with crowbar in hand. The entirety of the lab had transformed in an instant. Stout metallic lumps, the size of basket balls, were slinking along the floor towards him as he stepped out into the hall. He swung at one to no avail; his crowbar merely bounced off. After that, all of the lumps began glowing red, the temperature of the room increasing, and their metal sides liquidating to transform into searing tentacle-wielding cannons.
 "Oh fuck this!" Vanth shouted at the tentacle cannons while batting away their jabs and dodging their small projectiles. He backpedaled down the hall he came from and back up to the roof top where the night sky was lit up with search lights, flying machines, and klaxons. He could still hear the cannons slinking up the stair well with their flexing metal limbs. He dashed over his planks and made his way back home, weaving between dilapidated houses, construction sites, until he was sure they had lost his trail. Coming up ahead was the back door to the shack of the place he called home.
 Unfortunately, that was when he heard several short blasts of a pistol and two thumps hit the floor. His parents. Panic struck his heart like a hammer and he sprung through the backdoor. Deep red blood was pooling around two tied up corpses of the couple that gave him life. At this he kneeled down next to his mother and held her lifeless hand. The tromping of boots was heard from the forefront of the hovel. Something rustled from behind him, then everything went dark.

[User]
Corack the SpokespersonLocation: Unknown
Notes: This, plus boomerangs.

 Corack not know how to tell what happen. Temple blessing gone. Tajix panic. Kinabalu invade. I want to fight, but Grolk grab me and take me away. Under temple he hand me weapon. Like Damnum, but with wings. Powerful on own. Perhaps source of temple strength. Not remember rest, but Grolk tell me I fight all Kinabalu tribes and win. He tell me travel to Nuth, find source of power to protect tribe. I leave on journey. Was so simple then...

[Assistant]
Absolutely ridiculous // An overdramatic sigh left his lips as he pulled pounds of guts from an opened body to be transferred to a container for inspection later. Grumblings and growls given as he tried not to think about how he was the only medical examiner working for two weeks straight! How could they not assign someone to help him or even make sure they did not schedule two vacations at the same time. Meyers was at least a good woman and offered to cancel her family vacation to stay, but of course he would not allow that, telling her to have a lovely time and remember to get him a souvenir. Looking up at the metal slabs positioned evenly in the middle of the large room; he had four bodies: two being elderly and that would be pretty easy to diagnose, but the other two were strange and he was quite interested in their causes of death. Though with it being strange, it would probably be in depth and most likely a pile of paperwork and investigations, but then that was one of the interesting perks of his job.

Hours later after the two elderly patients were examined and easily diagnosed, he moved over to the first of the strange bodies and before doing much he looked over it; a middle-aged man, with short salt and pepper hair. He had bushy eyebrows and a large nose that offset an otherwise handsome appearance. Hmm. He pulled on a set of fresh latex gloves, snapping them to his wrists and grinning--he loved doing that. "Start recording." A simple command for the AI in the lab, ``Recording started at [Insert Time/Date format]`` the female voice stated and he began to go over the body slowly. "This is Doctor Gadding starting the examination of male: AG67HU's body, one of two males in the case file of 476I8. There seems to be no signs of physical injury on his body." Furrowing his brows, he oddly started to feel nauseous and took a step back as his eyes blurred and when they finally focused he could faintly see the body was glowing a very light purple aura. Shaking his head the glow disappearing, blinking several times. "The body... glows with soul magick… stop recording and delete the last sentence!" ``Recording stopped at [Insert Date/Time], and last sentence deleted.`` Quickly stepping closer to the table, hunching over, current dark green eyes glowing brown he began to scan the body. "T-this cannot be…" Eyes returning to their normal hazel colour, trying to calm himself, pulling off the latex gloves and throwing them into the biohazard-labeled trash bin. Removing his lab coat as he walked towards the offices that were divided by thick glass. Hanging up his coat on one of the few hooks on the wall, he plopped down in the office chair. Not being able to bring himself to look up at the bodies anymore, closing his eyes tightly. Soul magick … very rare. I know what it looks like, but I can feel that this is a different type.


[System]
Age: 24

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance: Of average height and wiry build, Juliana has black hair (usually dyed dark red), and soft green eyes. Her face is marred by an angular scar, slanting down from her forehead to her cheek. Off duty, she dresses in casual, but practical clothes, preferring to wear jeans and a denim jacket, along with plain shirts without logos or images. In the field, she wears standard tactical gear, with pouches for stowing items, with liberal padding and light plating for comfort and protection. Some reference images.

Equipment: A wallet containing photo IDs, petty cash, loose change, and various cards. She also carries a small data tablet for communications and such, which is kept in a reinforced case when not in use, to shield it from shrapnel and bullets. Around her neck she wears a spent casing of a sniper bullet, engraved with the initials of her fallen comrades. Her weapons of choice are a kukri combat knife, a high-calibre 7-shot revolver, and a semiautomatic mid-range rifle that uses 10-round clips.

Skills: Aside from her capability as a mech pilot, Juliana also has some talent as a sniper, scout, and tracker, as these skills mesh well with her preference for solo work.

Personality: Optimistic and aloof, Juliana is something of a free spirit, eager for any opportunity to demonstrate her prowess in battle. Though she isn't always the best as teamwork, she's nonetheless incredibly loyal to her comrades. Her most defining characteristic is her upbeat attitude; no matter how stark a situation, she will find a way to alleviate it with sarcasm or snark.

Bio: Born on a colony world already floundering due to overpopulation, Juliana's upbringing was one where decent meals were few and far between, and luxuries were practically non-existent. To combat their population problems, the colony leaders resorted to compulsory military conscription, so when Juliana reached 18, she – along with many others – were sent off-world to join the war machine of the colony's founding empire.

Suffice to say, it wasn't a fun experience. Raw recruits were given barebones training, assigned to substandard mechs, and thrown into the gruelling meatgrinder of the front lines, their lives little more than numbers on a spreadsheet in the eyes of the commanders. Juliana was one of those lucky enough to make it through to the other side of her obligatory three years with nothing but a few superficial scars to show for it. Many of her friends weren't so lucky.

Although she wished to put the horrors of her military service behind her, Juliana had difficulty readjusting to civilian life, and was unable to hold down work, leading her to once again throw herself into the fray, this time as a mercenary, unbeholden to the fallacies of ideology or patriotism.

Weaknesses: Having lost a great many friends and comrades during her three years spent as a soldier, Juliana has difficulty making new friends and opening up to others. She prefers to conduct operations mostly on her own, fearing deep down that her companions will let her down, or get themselves killed because of her mistakes. She also has a healthy disrespect for authority figures.

Mech Name: Banjo
Mech Chassis: Australovenator-Class Strider
Mech Class: Medium
Appearance: i.imgur.com/atdnEsv.png
Armament
Centre Torso Hardpoint: Medium LRM pod.
Left Torso Hardpoint: Medium machine gun array.
Right Torso Hardpoint: Light laser (x2).
Left Arm Hardpoint: Targeting assist laser, simple claw hand.
Right Arm Hardpoint: Particle Projector Cannon.

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - Shuttle Bay.

"Yes mother," Juliana retorted, strapping on her vest, grabbing the rest of her gear, and clambering onto her shuttle, "I'll see you on the ground, ladies and gentlemen."

[Assistant]
IC: Brae Tessen

Brae simply huffed and nodded as she boarded her own.

[User]
Zyreq'riis

After equipping his own jumpsuit and helmete, Zyreq got into his own shuttle. "Make a bloody mess!" He encouragingly said to his teammates before closing the shuttle door.

[Assistant]
IC: Skoll

Skoll grabbed his cutting tool and slung it behind him on his belt. After stocking up on stimpacks and ensuring that he has at least two medkits, he heads towards Juliana's shuttle, talking in the direction of everybody one last time. "Right, three to a shuttle, get cozy, same shit different day. See you planet-side." Climbing into the shuttle, he goes to where he can easily secure himself.

Greavesy

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - Shuttle.

"Welcome aboard," Juliana nodded to Skoll as she strapped herself in, "I assume you'll be hanging back at the airfield while the rest of us have all of the fun?"

[Assistant]
IC: Skoll

Skoll looks over at Juliana. "You just love making my job more difficult don't you."

Greavesy

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - Shuttle.

"Well, someone's got to make things interesting around here. Imagine how boring life would be if everything went according to plan. You wouldn't even have a job."

[Assistant]
IC: Skoll

Skoll just sighs and shakes his head, turning his attention to the seat straps. "Would it kill the maintenance crew to install better cushions? I feel like my hind legs might pop off." Tracing his hand across his helmet, he flips the toggle for shuttle coms. "This is Tiger Six to Argonaut flight control, Tiger Six and Tiger Four are strapped into Shuttle One and pending, stand by." Toggling the com switch again, an indicator light turns green, signaling that pilot to pilot coms are active. "This is Tiger Six kicking off role call for all Tigers. Shuttles are warming up, sound off and strap in."

Greavesy @Ardoku @Ehksidian @GunmetalGold @VahkiDane @UltimoScorp

[User]
IC: Brae Tessen

Brae swore in her native language as she fumbled with the straps to her seat. "Tiger Three. All good here."

[Assistant]
IC: Iral Vijil

The raptor clambered into the shuttle, strapping himself in for the ride. "Tiger number 1 in and ready for departure." He said, feeling his sidearm to reassure himself he hadn't left it.

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - Shuttle One.

"I'm pretty sure these ships were designed with less... centaur-esque occupants in mind." Juliana shrugged, "If this job goes well, maybe you can buy your own special seat." She titled down the volume on her earpiece, finding Brae and Iral's voices to be coming through a little too loudly for her liking, before speaking into her mic, "This is Tiger 4, ready to make some craters."

[Assistant]
IC: Iral Vijil

Listening into the chatter, Iral's eyes widened as he realized Winters' callsign. If he had a heart monitor, it would have been beeping like all hell. "4? 4?! I told Faust to skip that number! It's unlucky! Cursed! Why would you ever choose 4?!" His voice was audibly getting more panicked and quicker.

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - Shuttle One.

"Oh. I... uh, I guess I was the fourth pilot to sign up? You can always just refer to me by my name. In fact, I would prefer that."

[Assistant]
IC: Iral Vijil

"Y-You-Nevermind! It's fine! I'm fine!" Iral tried his best to calm himself, muttering something to himself (not so quietly) about humans and how selfish they are. "Let's just get going."

[User]
Zyreq'riis

"Tiger 5, reporting all clear." Zyreq said over the comms while strapping himself in. "So, how are we all feeling about this mission? Personally I'm looking forward to a good old fashioned bloodbath... with the blood of our designated targets, of course."

[Assistant]
IC: Brae Tessen

Brae rolled her neck and fiddled with her knife. "It's a chance to test out the new PPC on Praetorian. But, heh, I think I'll use my fists regardless."

[User]
IC: Skoll

"When do you not use your fists, Brae. I can't even recall a single mission where you DIDN'T go beating a mech to death with its own arm."

[Assistant]
Zyreq'riis

"Hey, it's the next best thing to using your own fists. And that... well, there's something very special about beating the life out of someone. In that one moment, there's nothing between you and your kill. Just fists and blood. And guts, if you take it far enough, but at that point you're probably beating a dead corpse."

[User]
IC: Skoll

"Juliana, remind me NOT to spar against Zyreq'riis when we get back."

Greavesy

[Assistant]
Zyreq'riis

A resounding laughter could be heard over the comms. "Ohoho. Ooh. You need not worry, friend, I can hold back enough not to kill when I need to. Not every fight need be about life or death."

"And please, call me Zyreq. Zyreq'riis is... well, a bit too formal, lets just say."

[User]
IC: Brae Tessen

Brae let out a loud, growling laugh. "Beating a thing t death with it's own limb is the most satisfying thing you can do. I killed a Zaegor that way as an adolescent. Ripped off it's horn and beat the thing to death with it."

She growled triumphantly and imagined she was holding the horn in her hands. "Had to impale the thing with it to finish it off. Zaegor carapace is hard to make a dent in. Had to find a gap in the chitin and-" Brae thrust the imaginary horn down violently. "Drive the horn into it's angry little heart."

[Assistant]
Zyreq'riis

Zyreq listened eagerly, nodding and grinning in approval. "A fine kill. What did its blood taste like?"

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - Shuttle One.

"I dunno..." Juliana finally forced herself to formulate an answer to Zyreq's earlier question, "I'm a little iffy about this mission, if I'm being honest." Her fingertips drummed against the barrel of her sidearm, "We've been hired to stop these mechs, we've flown all the way out here, but the boss still doesn't know whether we're meant to be trying to take these guys alive or kill them outright? And she agreed to completely forfeit our pay if the enemy get past some imaginary line?"

Juliana's mind always tended to wander down some dark paths in the minutes before a mission. Usually it was just nervousness, but this time... this time it really felt like she was missing something. "Why would a prison hire a mercenary outfit from off-world to deal with a breakout, instead of just calling in official backup from the cities?" Juliana knew what it felt like to be kept in the dark, to be used as an expendable pawn in someone else's shady game, and she couldn't shake the grim feeling that she and the rest of the Tigers were being thrust into such a situation.

[Assistant]
Zyreq'riis

"Well I'm not complaining." Zyreq replied to Juliana. "If it means I get to kill, or at least maim, I'm happy."

[User]
IC: Brae Tessen

Brae pouted. "Zaegor are poisonous. Only good thing about them is the carapace. Hard to put a dent in and makes for good armor."

[Assistant]
Zyreq'riis

"How poisonous are they?" Zyreq asked in response.

[User]
IC: Iral Vijil

The Hihijli audibly sighed, rolling his avian eyes. "Do you ever talk about anything other than killing?". Juliana's observations stopped him from commenting further, though. It was somewhat worrying that a bunch of mercenaries were called in as opposed to highly trained police outfits.

[Assistant]
IC: Brae Tessen

"Poisonous enough to kill an Apatagor in a mere minute." She said.

[User]
Zyreq'riis

"With how much blood?" Zyreq pressed.

[Assistant]
IC: Brae Tessen

Brae sighed and rested her chin on her hand. "Anything above a milligram is fatal. No more of this. Talk about something else, hm?"

[User]
IC: Juliana Winters - Shuttle One.

No one else seemed too concerned. Maybe I'm overreacting... or maybe they're all immature. She already knew it was both. The carefree, unconcerned attitudes of the other pilots was what had drawn her to this unit in the first place... but there was such a thing as being too aloof.

Juliana had known more than a few people who'd lost their lives to their own blind loyalty and unwavering obedience. She didn't want to lose any more comrades - friends - in that way.


[System]
* Age: 17
* Gender: Female
* Appearance:
* Personality: Shy and reserved, Fuyuko prefers to observe from a distance rather than actively participate in events. While polite, sometimes excessively so, such formality can be misinterpreted as coldness, and her timid personality doesn't help. Because she goes out of her way to avoid starting or aggravating conflicts, and doesn't like to fight other magical girls, some people wonder why she's even taking part in the Hex Night. The truth is, despite her usually gentle nature, she's no pushover. Just like a soft snowfall can become a fierce blizzard, Fuyuko goes all out to protect others, both from monsters and from more mundane causes of harm. The reason she signed up for the Hex Night is partly to fulfil her duty to prevent the creation of another beast, and partly because a wish could be the miracle her family needs.
* Skills: Knowledge of folktales and their various retellings, which could help magical girls with related concepts explore their abilities in more depth.
* Brief Backstory: Fuyuko grew up in a small mountain village, the elder of two sisters, with a father who owned a small bookshop and a mother who worked as a teacher. Considering her parents, it was no wonder that she had a thirst for knowledge from early childhood. Myths and legends in particular intrigued her, and she'd sit entranced as her father told her all manner of stories. As she grew, so did her fascination with folklore, her childlike curiosity and imagination never diminishing.

Of course, it turned out events weren't as easily resolved as they were in books. One night, something happened that the family would never have expected in such a quiet area; the store was broken into, and several rare books were stolen. Her father was never the same again after that. Struggling financially, his sense of security in tatters, he withdrew into himself, turning to unhealthy coping techniques such as excessive drinking. This sparked many arguments between her parents, and all Fuyuko could do was try to protect her sister from the fallout, taking her for long nature walks and keeping her distracted with the same stories that served as her refuge.

In the early hours one morning, she lay in bed, unable to sleep for the unusually intense wave of hopelessness washing over her. She closed her eyes, trying to drift off, then opened them again to a sight that made her sit right up. A fairy? She had to be dreaming, yet the shock was all too real when the fairy pointed out something through the window, unveiling the world to her for what it was. Shadowy, monstrous beings gathered around the house like a pack of hungry wolves, seeking to drain away any positivity the family still had. When told by the mysterious visitor there was a way she could fend them off, Fuyuko accepted in desperation. With her newfound abilities as a magical girl, she succeeded in destroying most of the monsters and sending the rest fleeing.

Since then, she made sure to do her utmost to purify as many manifestations of darkness as possible, but no matter what she did, it never felt like enough. The struggles within her family continued, worsening over time despite people's efforts to help. It was hearing about the Hex Night that brought her a glimmer of hope. She signed up for the chance at the prize, a wish. In her case, a wish that her father would recover.

	+ Magical Girl Appearance:
	+ Concept: Yuki-Onna (snow spirit)
	+ Archetype: A foldable fan that she can use to whip up hailstorms and blasts of icy wind. The imagery on the fan is of a full moon over white-capped mountains, as it represents an Oguni folktale of a yuki-onna, a moon princess who descended to earth along with snow.
	+ Abilities:
* Frost Touch: By touching something or somebody, she can generate ice over a surface within a small radius. This can be used to partially freeze somebody in place, or to create weapons and armour of ice.
* Winter Mist: She can turn into a cloud of wispy cold mist to evade attacks. While almost immediate at first, the more often she does this within a short length of time (like the typical duration of a battle), the longer the shifting takes. If she's hit mid-evaporation, she gets injured as normal and instantly reforms.
* Vitality Absorb: When she activates this, glowing blue veins spread across her hand, which she rests on someone to slowly drain their strength and heal herself. This is interrupted as soon as contact is broken, so it's normally used to slightly weaken opponents rather than incapacitate them. It can also be reversed and used to heal allies at the cost of Fuyuko's own energy. Healing someone of a life-threatening injury would cause her to pass out.

[User]
"Hmm... well, if they have some kind of base in the forest, it wouldn't just disappear, right?" Hikari commented, glancing up towards Fuyuko as she spoke. Ahead, the forest wasn't much further... there was a park, but it wasn't in this area, meaning they'd more or less be walking right into the woods. If there was some kind of mansion or whatever there, then it wouldn't be that hard to find, right? Even if it was magical, they were magical girls, so that meant they had an edge on this kind of thing. At least that's what the short brunette assumed, it made enough sense to her.

"So, it has to be in there somewhere... it's just a matter of tracking it down," declared Hikari, nodding confidently to herself. This was the kind of thing magical girls were supposed to do! So there was no reason to be doubtful, right? This bunny mask creep, archetype or human, was going to go down tonight!

Almost as soon as Fuyuko pocketed her phone, it buzzed with another message.

It was from Shining Fist.

"Great! I'm caught up doing something with my family right now, but I'll see if I can join you soon!"

[Assistant]
Chise's transformation was quite amusing to watch. The girl that Himeko had pegged to be fairly serious had instantly been won over with the promise of sweets, now resembling a carefree little girl, led only by her sweet tooth. It was quite adorable, really.

"Yes, it's really okay~" Himeko assured her. Still leading Hanako by the hand, she guided her small entourage to the shop, wondering if Chise's weakness for sweets could be exploited for extra cuteness points. Why was she surrounded by cute girls lately?
"Pick out whatever you want. Your doting maiden here will happily buy it for you! Though feeding it to you costs a little extra~"

She looked over the offered sweets for herself, figuring she might as well partake.

@Raineh Daze

[User]
❅❄ Fuyuko Yamazaki ❄❅

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Disappear. Fuyuko grimaced at the word. "Uh, well... It kind of did," she muttered. "All I got was a glimpse." She cast her eyes downwards, at the path, at her shuffling feet. That hadn't exactly been the reassurance a teammate needed. "I-I guess there's a chance it's still in there though..."

She took refuge in silence once more. The more she spoke, the more it sounded like she was leading Hoshino on a wild goose chase. All she did was nod in response to her comments.

At another buzz from her phone, she grabbed the device from her pocket. It couldn't be Noriko, nobody could reply that quickly, so instead it had to be... She sighed in relief when she saw her guess was correct.

She read over the message, her heart growing heavy. Family. As much as she and Hoshino needed assistance right now, Fuyuko of all people knew how precious family time was, and how taken for granted. She couldn't take that away from Shining Fist. With another sigh, she typed her own text.

"That's ok, and thank you. Don't worry, we'll be alright for now."

Putting her phone away, she hoped they would be, without Shining Fist around. The armoured warrior knew most about this. Lack of knowledge of a situation didn't tend to help it any.

"That was the girl I was working with yesterday," Fuyuko told Hikari as they neared the darkening shapes of the trees. "She's busy with family right now, but she should be here soon."

For all her attempt to make the message sound like good news, Fuyuko felt that all she'd done was reinforce the uncertainty.

[Assistant]
Hanako

"I wasn't crying for chocolate..." the girl mumbled, plainly ignored in favour of well... being taken to a sweet shop. Had the shrine maiden worked out that these two were magical girls and after her for some reason? Was this a ploy to protect her? Or was this just further humiliation through sweets? Well, she wasn't going to go overboard or anything here... one KitKat. That would do.

And then she started looking around in earnest. What did you get gods...? Did gods like chocolate? What about tea-flavoured chocolate? Hanako thought it was nice, but would supernatural entities...?

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Chise's eyes were shining as she surveyed the array of sweets on display. To be honest, the clear option in the little black-haired girl's mind was simply to ask for as much as possible. There were so many tasty-looking candies and pastries of a wide variety that there was no way she could ever even begin to consider holding back from claiming them all. Some would say that she perhaps ate too many sweets, but Chise rejected that assertion and continued to eat sweets instead.

"Haah..." she let out an excited sigh, "Onee-san... I want everything!"

"Chise-chan, you can't have everything!" admonished Hina, surprisingly seeming to be the reasonable one for a moment. Until... "If you ate everything, then there'd be nothing! And then no-one could ever have any sweets again..."

She allowed such a horrifying prospect to hang in the air for a few moments, as Chise was briefly brought out of her sweets-induced trance to give her friend a rather perplexed look.

@Raineh Daze

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"Does she know where to find us?" Hikari asked, cocking her head towards Fuyuko. That seemed like it was a pretty important aspect of her joining to help, after all! It'd just be stupid if she wandered aimlessly through the forest, trying to figure out where they even were. That wouldn't be helpful at all.

When her gaze focused forward, however-

A little girl, her blonde hair in a pair of drills, smiling. A parasol resting on her shoulder. When the small brunette tried to focus, to perceive what she had just seen, however, the little girl was already gone.

"Did you see that?!" she said immediately, stepping forward. There was no way that wasn't real...!

[Assistant]
❅❄ Fuyuko Yamazaki ❄❅

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Fuyuko wanted to smack herself upside the head. Of all details to overlook, it had to be a crucial one. "Well, she'll probably guess we're in the forest, but if she's having trouble finding us..." She glanced down at the path, deep in thought. She could rise up in mist form upon getting notice that her ally had arrived, but what if yesterday's luck didn't hold out? What if she attracted more than just Shining Fist's attention?

She sighed. Inconvenient as it was, it seemed inevitable. It was that or try to give directions by text, possibly getting Shining Fist even more lost in the process. "There is a signal I could give her," she admitted, looking back up, "but..."

Her eyes darted from Hikari to another figure, one who hadn't been there a moment ago. A little girl, doll-like with spiralling curls and a parasol. Just as quickly as she'd appeared, the child vanished.

Blinking at the empty space, Fuyuko nodded as Hikari asked if she'd seen the girl. She almost wished she'd asked Noriko to come along after all, her sister having more insight into identities than she did. Fuyuko herself could only glean one hint.

"That's... exactly what the house did," she whispered. Did the little girl have something to do with the mansion, and by extension, the watcher?

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"... That has to be the one who owns the mansion then, right? Or... something..."

Hikari stared at the space that the little blonde girl had so recently occupied. Stepping forward, it was clear that there was nothing discernibly off about the forest where the little girl had been standing. There was no-where she could have gone so quickly. There was nothing at all. It was as if she was a ghost, or something of that nature. Hikari frowned. It was eerie... and ghosts... well, if magical girls existed...

No. No way! She wasn't going to just easily accept the existence of ghosts just because magical girls existed! There had to be more then this, right? Maybe it was a magical girl who could hide herself somehow? Gaah! This was just weird and frustrating.

"If that girl disappeared like the mansion, and them mansion is where the rabbit masked person went, then they're connected, right?" she asked, "Why else would a little girl be out here in the forest and just disappear like that? But... if she was a magical girl... she hasn't attacked yet."

Hikari didn't really know what to expect, still. But... something was going on here. Something strange.

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Thinking over possibilities, Fuyuko frowned. "It could be some kind of trick," she said, her voice only just audible. She peered around as she ventured further into the forest, but there was no sign of the girl. Nonetheless, she kept her guard up. At every rustle, every movement of a woodland animal, she tensed. That smile... That had been the look of someone toying with her and Hikari, most likely, no matter how innocent it had seemed.

"If she's a magical girl, though, that fits the theory of the house being an archetype," she continued. "Hmm... Maybe her concept is ghosts, and her archetype is a haunted house - an obake yashiki." She thought of the traditional summer attractions, the ghost and yokai animatronics within meant to 'bring on the chills' and counter the heat. The masked watcher, with their mechanical movements, could very well be part of the house if that were the case.

It was just a speculation, and it wouldn't do to cling to it too rigidly. Still, it was something to consider.


[System]
Age: 30

Sex: Male

Appearance: 6'2" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.

"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating."

Like many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.

His real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.

Funnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner.

"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it."

Being an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.

While as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation.

After years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.

What he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.

"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry."

Despite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.

Travis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or "pass-the-fist" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.

"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes."

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Nemo kept silent for a few moments after Raiya's whispered. Finally he broke the silence. "So... does that mean I get a third strike, but wont make a fourth? Or I wont get the fourth because I'll be dead?" He asked, dumbfounded. It was at that point Travis opened the door and turned to them.

"Of course we are." Nemo replied, breaking away from Raiya and walking over to the opened entrance. "Another lovely job Travis, you're a daisy for this one." He noted before looking through to the other room. What waited them was seemingly a giant empty stone room, save for the torches to light it and the occupied throne at the other side of it. Sitting atop a marble seat was a very decomposed skeleton. Nearly all remnants of flesh had rotted away. At this point it had more cobwebs than biological material left. The only other things decorating the body were an aged brown pirate outfit, some gold jewelry, and the large shiny navy jewel it was still clutching in its skeletal hands. Judging from the mana-waves emanating off it, it had to be the paragon they had come all this way for. The body clearly belonging to late Samuel Croft.

"There's the birthday boy." Nemo commented, pausing for a moment. "Well... I'm not touching that thing. So there's that."

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Raiya still felt pretty exhausted, so mustering up the energy for her display she just put on for Nemo was very taxing. So when Nemo answered her diatribe with a joke about his strikes, Raiya didn't even attempt to retort. It wasn't because she didn't want to dignify his response with an answer, but rather, it was because she simply lacked the energy to have a back and forth with Nemo at the moment. So when Travis managed to open the door, Raiya said, "Finally," with a sigh of relief. As the door opened and revealed the long dead owner of this blue paragon. Raiya could tell the paragon was in the room the moment the door began to open. It was hard for a true mage, especially a talent, to dull their senses enough in order to not feel the presence of the paragon. The vast singularity of all encompassing mana was not something easily ignored.

 "Well, I hate to jinx us like this, but what's the catch here? I feel like something bad is about to happen to us if we take that paragon." Raiya said in a hushed tone.

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The gate doors eventually retracted all the way into the large unlit chamber. Similarly, as with the catacombs they ventured through previously, the space they walked into was surprisingly vacant save for a few details. The most notable was a marble throne hosting the skeletal remains of Samuel Croft as hinted by Nemo through one of his usual jocular comments. It was however what was in his decomposed grasps that gleamed any value to the crypt's interlopers; the Paragon of Fantasia.

However, it was apparent nobody was in any rush to seize their prize with Nemo declining and Raiya anticipating the worst results. Travis couldn't blame them since Espial was essentially rigged with a counter spell to do away with any thieves and the scene before them seemed deceptive in its simplistic, if not creepy appearance. Unfortunately, the Paragon would remain in Samuel's dead clutches if they didn't attempt to retrieve it.

Travis sighed, "I agree. But we're not getting our job done without nabbing it."

Channeling a fraction of his mana reserves, Travis casted his unraveling light projection spell once more. As he scanned the room, the spell would illuminate the floor and surroundings, detailing their composition and anything directly behind or beneath. In the half minute he casted his spell, nothing appeared out of the ordinary except for the Paragon's radiance blinding the throne's proximity which was projected as thick veil of light. It seemed his spell couldn't penetrate the Fantasia's incredible aura and thus prevented him from identifying any hidden threats that were likely in place.

"Typical," he grunted, "guess we're doing this the old-fashioned way. I'm gonna get a closer look and grab it if I can. Might be best to ready yourselves if things go South."

Just as he announced his plan and advisory, Travis cautiously made his way to the throne while he kept his spell casted in hopes of catching any anomalies at the last minute. As he became closer and closer, he decided to arm himself with his decamp spell once more; with their journey here being engulfed by nothing but danger and death, he wasn't going to take any chances with the seemingly unprotected. It didn't take himself long to reach the throne and stand before the decrepit Samuel Croft. For a moment, he stared into the hollow eyes of Samuel's skull, feeling almost unnerved by having to gaze upon the motionless cadaver and with a momentary thought, he dared the dead Samuel Croft to do something. The reality however was that Travis was at the mercy of whatever contraptions Samuel had planned for the Untalent and his group.

"Sorry about this," Travis said under his breath, "while I would normally respect a dead man's treasure, we need this more than you do."

It was then Travis reached out and grasped the Paragon and began pulling it way.

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As Travis began to remove the Paragon of Fantasia from the skeleton's bony grasp, strangely, a force began to pull back.

"Let go of me jewel you son of a biscuit eater." A incredibly raspy voice emitted out from the skeleton. It leaned forward, tilting it's head a revealing a slight blue glow from within the corpses eye-sockets. It seemed the paragon was still keeping Samuel alive all these years. "Sam" pulled one of it's arms away from the paragon and retrieved a flintlock pistol from it's coat. "Take this you scallywag!" He spoke before pulling the trigger.

The fear of death was immediately snuffed out when instead of a fiery blast, a small puff a black smoke shot out from the pistol, followed by the bullet rolling out of the barrel seconds later and harmlessly falling to the floor. Apparently the gunpowder wasn't well preserved over the years. "Hah!" Samuel exclaimed after a few moments of dead silence. "Take that!" He added with a raspy wheeze-filled chuckle. Apparently that outburst was too much energy for him to expend, as the right part of his jaw suddenly broke and unhinged, leaving it hanging. He then dropped the used weapon and placed his hand back on the paragon, using whatever remnants of muscle he had left to hold on.

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It was as Raiya expected, there was some sort of enchantment at work. A curse that would animate dead bones if any person were to attempt to retrieve the paragon. Luckily for Travis, though, it wasn't quite what Raiya had expected. The skeleton seemed rather weak, and his pistol was more useless than a toy cap gun. Still, there was much they did not know of what was at play here, so it was safe to ere on the side of caution. For Raiya, she had no way of providing any sort of support being as drained as she was, so Travis only had himself and Nemo to rely on.

 Raiya watched on as the skeleton seemed to dilapidate further, and Travis continued to attempt to retrieve the relic. Standing behind Nemo, she watched on while regaining her mana and stamina at an extremely low rate. She didn't say anything and just focused on breathing in the meditative way that she was taught in the arcanocracy. It's not that breath control in and of itself would help a mage regain mana quickly, but controling your body and mitigating wasteful actions such as increased heart rates and muscle movements would provide the ideal situation for mana recovery.

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Travis could feel the Paragon within his clutches coming free from the skeleton's non-existent hold. For a moment, he thought that his plundering would go without any hidden obstructions. However, he was quickly proven wrong; just as he was about to pry Fantasia free did the skeletal hands of Samuel Croft suddenly re-secured the Paragon and yanked it back against Travis' grip.

The sudden and unexpected movement by the skeleton caught the Untalent completely by surprise but before he could vocalize his astonishment, the decayed anatomy of what was once Samuel leaned forward and spoke. Travis froze with dread while his widened eyes peered back at the skeleton's now-illuminated eye sockets. What he assumed was Samuel's simulated voice demanded he release the Paragon; a request Travis himself was trying to comprehend still as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. However, Samuel's demand was ultimately rhetorical as the skeleton quickly produced an old flintlock firearm and aimed at Travis' face. Travis only had the split-second moment to switch his focus from the skeleton to the weapon pointed at him before its trigger was pulled.

Travis' sight was then consumed by darkness along with the immediate ceasing of his heartbeat. He was dead and he was sure of it; what else could have the pistol's discharging resulted in? The small ball-bearing would have struck him between his eyes and through his head and as such his brain, instantly killing him. That was however what he believed and since he could still come to a methodical and analytic conclusion moments after the rather quiet gunshot...wait a minute.

Before a full minute could elapse, Travis cautiously opened his eyes and found the flintlock pistol still pointed at him with black transparent fumes slowly escaping the mouth of the barrel. He blinked one, and then twice, and before a third time, the small metal ball that could have actually killed him rolled out of barrel and fell to the ground. Travis silently eyed the harmless round empty out of the pistol before returning his still-stunned gaze back to the skeleton. Despite failing to kill Travis with an unkempt weapon, the skeleton trumpeted its 'success', whatever it was. Travis, still shaken by the unusual ordeal, tried to make sense of the situation, contemplating if the skeleton of Samuel Croft really tried to kill him and only replied in such a confusing manner as a pre-determined response. He even accepted the belief that this was all indented as some sort of complex prank. Neither of the conclusions were appreciated by him but whatever the actual reasoning was had then vanished as the skeleton fell back within its throne, its purpose supposedly fulfilled as the life that seemed to possess it faded away.

Travis stared at the collapsed remains of Samuel, still in disbelief and dumbfound a what had transpired. Without uttering a justified remark, Travis tugged at the Paragon again, this time pulling it out of the skeleton's unresponsive grasps. Just as he knew it was only in his hands did he quickly step back and secured it within his arms in anticipation of another unexpected and undesired response. Thankfully, no more surprises manifested from his successful burglary.

He retreated with a few more steps before turning to this team, displaying the Paragon of Fantasia in his hands and an incredibly unamused expression painting his blackened face, "...I wish to leave now," he growled.


[System]
Race:
Just your average church mouse. So Neth.

Gender:
Male

Age:
25

Personality:
Very mild mannered. Always calm and collected, not much can upset him. He is very kind and caring to those who are kind back to him. Overall he is a very gentle soul.
However, being as he belongs to the school of illusionment, it only makes sense that his personality is also a front. The personality described is that which he presents to the world around him. On the inside, Rykiar usually tends to be freaking out at just about everything that happens. He acts calm and stone-faced about most things because on the inside he's trying his best not to run away and hide. He learned long ago that if he pretends that everything is ok, then it usually will be. As time progressed he has been finding it harder and harder to keep his calm and has been becoming more and more daring, and has found himself filled with a longing for adventure.

Appearance:
Very plain features, he has brown fur and beady black eyes. He does make sure to keep his claws and teeth very clean, because it makes him feel happier to be clean. He is usually found wearing a beige outfit (blouse, pantaloons. You get the gist) and a leather cape, as well as an emerald green belt/sash. Shaped like a seat belt, it's a long piece of fabric that he first wraps around his wait and then diagonally over his shoulder, connecting it in the back. His tail is as long as his body and is kept as clean as the rest of him. He is fairly short and a little plump.

Height:
4 feet, 10 inches.

Weight:
140 lbs.

Magic:
Illusionism

Class:
Gentry (Wellborn and well-bred people. In England, the class below the nobility. An upper or ruling class; aristocracy. Those who are not members of the nobility but are entitled to a coat of arms, especially those owning large tracts of land. )

Weapons/Items:
A Falchion named Bhamara that was passed down to him by his Father before he died.

A small knife longer than his palm, but not by much, that he bought from a wandering enchanter he met one day while traveling back to his home from the nearby city. It is a single edged blade that is so incredibly sharp it can cut through anything with the slightest of ease.

Strengths:
Invisibility: He is rather adept at not necessarily making himself invisible, but enforcing the idea into the mind of others that he isn't there. Essentially he uses heavy magical persuasion.

Mirage: He simply has to think of an object (living or non) and it slowly starts appearing wherever he imagines it. It is not however, a tangible thing. It is simply a hologram of sorts, just without all the technology. He can not make it speak or make noise, but he can control it's actions as it is around. He has to be focusing on maintaining it and can't really do much else while he is doing this.

Weaknesses:
He is fairly slow in combat, being that he hasn't spent much time with a sword and has focused more on his magic.

He is fairly near sighted, and if it were modern times he would absolutely be required to wear glasses while driving.

Techniques:
He is slower, so he will try and get up close to them all the while using his magic to either distract his opponent with something, or make them think he is in a different spot than he by going invisible and casting an image of himself somewhere else. He can't do this for very long because it requires a lot of energy and concentration to manage both spells at the same time.

Other:
His parents have both died of illness, and he has not married nor does he have any plans to currently, simply because he'd rather not be tied down right now.

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The forested area in which they traveled was peacefully quiet, aside from the rhythmic clomping that came from the Tothum's slow steady gait. Atlas was about ready to drop, but she kept pushing forward. Who knew what was hiding behind the next tree. She wasn't exactly worried for herself, the bovine was more than capable to handle the most intimidating foe. It was the little Neth she was more worried about. Knowing well that her companion was also tired, Atlas allowed Rykiar to ride along on her shoulders, also hoping his increased height would allow him to find any sign of civilization. Long story short, they were lost, tired and hungry.
"Surely we would have made it by now," wearily complained Atlas, referring to the next town over from the one they stayed at more than a week ago. The innkeeper had stated it was just a "hop, skip and jump" away, her words not theirs. She may have just been exaggerating just a bit, her rooms being a bit less than "five stars" as she had also mentioned.

Shady innkeepers aside, the pair were getting desperate, having run out of food days before as they didn't bother buying supplies while they were at the previous town. It also didn't help they didn't have a cent to their names. Atlas had hoped there'd be at least one opportunity to make some cash on the way. Maybe pull some weeds from someone's yard, or even stop some robber. Hell, Atlas would even slay a monster, and that was saying something for the lazy cow.

Before too long, it was her limit, the Tothlum haltingnly to immediately slump over on the ground. Rykiar of course had a bit of a tumble, brushing himself off in minor annoyance. As calm as he usually is, the Neth was also at his wit's end with the whole starving situation. He sat beside Atlas who continued being strewn out on the unexpectedly comfortable forest floor. They sat quietly, both trying to figure a game plan and how to not die an early age.

"Guess we'll have to live on dirt," the Tothum mumbled through her own mouthful from when she fell over. Sitting up, she shook her head, spitting out her bland meal of soil. She huffed, looking around the empty forest for a solution, although if the answer she wanted was [i]tree[/], it seemed they were doomed.

Above the sounds of their stomachs eating themselves, there was a sudden sign of commotion. Ears perking to try to deceiver whatever was going on, Atlas guessed it was some sort f battle, or some wild party. It seemed like there were several people, and from her experience that usually meant trouble. Looking over at Rykiar, he obviously heard it as well. Hopping to his feet and staring almost longingly toward the disturbance. Atlas took this as a sign that her relaxing time was over and it was time to go. Without warning, she gently picked up her friend and placed him on her shoulders once more and uncertainly continued on.

It was most certainly the sounds of battle that echoed as they approached quietly, well at least the tail end of it. There was no way she'd have the energy to fight at the moment, the same going for the mouse. As much as they should really avoid any sort of conflict, they were still drawn to the others, out of curiosity if anything. But as the saying goes, curiosity did kill the Lah'na, right?

They hid from a good distance that allowed them to watch and listen, but still not attract attention. In the center of a clearing was a various group of people, a Shael, two Lah'na, as well as a Vulpine. As normal as it is to see others, Atlas more so focused on the giant ass wurm lying dead. "Did they kill that?" Atlas whispered in shock. She wondered if they should even cross paths with this group if they act like kill such a monster was nothing, at least from what she assumed from where they watched.

Looking down, at her friend, he was gazing at the fallen creature, and Atlas could almost hear the gears turning in his head. For a brief second, the Tothum wondered what he could possibly want to do with the monster, but her eyes widened as she figured it out. They suddenly shared the same idea, keeping their eyes on the prize: the wurm. Atlas wouldn't call herself a criminal mastermind, or even a thief, but it may as well be their only means of survival for the pair, so they had nothing much to lose. Well aside from their lives of course.

Even on his good day, Rykiar wouldn't be much help moving the wurm. The cow knew she'd be doing the literal heavy lifting, that wasn't much of an issue. Her main concern, however, was the group they'd have to take the monster from. Atlas was sure they intended to make a decent coin on that thing from the way they began to skin it. But their strategy would most likely work. I mean who would expect someone to steal a monster? Atlas thought, uncharacteristically giddy with excitement and probably on the delusional side in her exhausted state.

This was it, they were ready. Climbing on her back once more, Rykiar gave a nod toward Atlas. She then used her transformation magic, growing into what she calls her Beast form. As the title suggests, her body was now double her already large size, matched with deadly horns, hooves becoming sharp talons, and a pair of large wings to help with get away. Her transformation was quick and successful, but was limited.

Rykiar clung on tight, all the while he concentrated. With his Illusion abilities, he created a distraction, the newly formed creature appearing out of nowhere on the farther side of the clearing, letting out a terrible roar loud enough for Atlas to crash through the trees. Moving fast before they both pass out from the overuse of their abilities, the extra-large Tothum, ripped off a good sized chunk of the dead creature, careful of its sharp hide, and picked it up with a bit of difficulty.

With a meaty beat of her large wings, they were off in the skies, the illusion monster dissolved. Wurm being dragged along precariously, they looked for the nearest town to cash in their prize.

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Erion stayed quiet as he heard the lion say his name, as well as ask if they wanted to travel together. He though about it a bit. Maybe that could help, but he was worried about what they would think of him. Well, it didn't seem like they were attacking him at least. So there was that. He breath deeply.
"Could be good for a while." he then says. Although some spirits were yelling at him.
"Don't do it, they will kill you!" One said. A paranoid one we could say.
"People never trust a necromancer, why would they even trust you." Another added. He grumbles some words under his breath.

"Shut up." he said to the spirits... before Jim arrived once again.
"Hey guys look! It's mister smarty smart pants thinking he can just banish me away and..." he managed to say before Erion looked towards him, annoyed. He looks at the group.
"Excuse me, I got some little... well... business to do." he says as he then walks away in the forest... only to have a creature suddenly roar. He took his blade out.

"I don't have time for this c..." he manage to say before Jim spoke again.
"Hey, it's a cute little monster! Go pet it Erion! It probably safe! Or it will r..." Jim only manage to say before Erion trapped him in a soul orb and then concentrated, and banished him once again to the spirit world. He then turned to see part the Wurm being flown in the sky by some creatures. He stares at it and then towards the illusion creature... that was gone. He just looks at the other creatures.
"Seriously..." he said before moving forwards and then looking up at the other creature.
"With that big of a piece I hope you will bring it to a village!" he yells.

"Well, that is something you don't see everyday." One of the spirits interjected. He breath deeply. He realy was wondering why he was attacting all those spirits all the time. Well, he guessed him being a necromancer and them wanting a way to link to this world and possibly see new things could be something... He wasen't the type of person to enslave others. He prefered letting them do what they wanted.... well... almost what they wanted. Jim was an exception here. 102 times.... 102 times hes been banished. Or was it 103... God he was starting to lose count now. 2 times in the same day.... he was really getting annoying.

[User] As they were flying, Rykiar scouted about for any form of civilization where they could rest and sell their chunk of dead wurm. He saw something that was possibly a town a few miles to the south so he directed his bovine companion in that direction. It wasn't long before they had to land and walk, due to the great amount of energy it took to fly. They kept walking towards the town, still being about 2 miles out. Neither of them said a word on the way, they were too tired to talk. Eventually they came upon the town and looked for a butcher. They were directed to one by a stranger, and walked into the store. "Good evening sir." Rykiar said to the butcher as they came in. He chose to leave price bartering up to Atlas, as she knew how to deal with it better. After they had haggled back and forth for 10 minutes, they agreed upon a price and the mouse and cow were out looking for a place to sleep. "How much did we get?" Rykiar asked. Atlas responded, "Not near enough. We really only have enough to resupply on food." "I've got an idea." And with that they walked into a tavern. "My good sir, we are in need of a room for the night, and a warm meal." Rykiar spoke to the innkeeper. As he discussed prices, he was aslo using up just about the last of his energy to envision a small note forming in his hand. This was a bit of tricky magic as he couldn't make anything tangible. So he had to focus and think about exactly where he wanted the piece of paper to be so it appeared to be in his hand and stay there as he moved it to show the innkeeper. "I believe this will cover the cost." And he showed the note which spoke of how they were on a quest for a king and were to be granted every accommodation. Having seen an actual note of this kind before when he lived in Neth, he knew how it should look to be convincing. The innkeeper was a very slow reader and was taking his time. Rykiar was starting to sweat now because of the effort being sapped out of him. It was taking everything in him not to pass out then and there. Finally, just as his spell was about to give out, the innkeeper grunted in agreement and handed Rykiar a key without another word. Rykiar lowered his hand and dropped the spell before going back to Atlas. "Let's go upstairs before I pass out. Some food should be up shortly."


[System]
Appearance:

 She's 5.8 ft tall.

Age: 29

Sex: Female

Class: Mercenary Engineer

Psyker Powers: None

Equipment

Armor:
 -Reinforced leather jacket, pants.
 -Custom Armor plating – Created by using parts of salvaged imperial power armor. Multiple modifications and corrections were made for it to fit its new role. Barely resembles its origin.
 -Armored leather boots with inbuilt powerful electromagnets.
 -A pair of armored gloves.

Weapons:
 -'White Skull' Las Pistol – a heavily modified version of the standard issue laspistol, this work of engineering has been created by Vala herself. It has almost triple the power draw of a normal laspistol, making it more useful than it's original, but it depletes powercells quickly and the wear on the weapon is increased, making the need for replacement parts quite frequent. She has created only 3 of these with the other two now destroyed. It's kept on a holster on her right hip.
 - MAG Autogun MkIV(Shelly) - An autogun that fires hexagonal solid projectiles. The projectiles are about 6 cm in length and 0.7 cm in diameter. She acquired this specific gun or at least what was the remnants of a gun while on one of the many lawless space stations scattered across the fringes of Imperium space. After a lot of tinkering and experimentation she managed to create a workable and actually useful variant of it. It has the same range as a standard autogun. Its flat projectiles/slugs are propelled using a system of incredibly powerful electromagnets. The rifle uses standard powercells. Devastating against lightly armored targets as causes both blunt and puncture damage with each slug. Lacks penetrating power against heavily armored targets, though still hits like a hammer. The rifle has 10 slugs per clip. Held on the right side of her back with a magnetic buckle.
 -'Nova' LAS Heavy Sniper. - This a custom made las sniper, she made in the last year. It's strength stands in both it's incredible power and armor penetration plus great range. It's almost entirely custom rigged from both original and standard technology. Instead of one great emitter like the standard heavy las weapons, this one uses 4 smaller ones. The first three fire slightly before the fourth which is arranged in between the other 3, thus at impact the first 3 create a weaken heated spot in the middle, which allows the fourth to more easily puncture through the armor. This weapon can hold 2 power cells for las cannons, allowing for 2 shots at a time, before needing reload. The barrels and powers are cooled by 2 other special slots where she puts old depleted power cells that serve as sinks for the heat generated during a shot, thus lengthening the lifespan of all parts. Still for safety purposes, the required waiting time between shots is at least 10 seconds.
 -Autopistol – Held in a holster on her left hip.
-Short straight sword – She keeps it for when she's out of all her other weapons. Kept in a sheath across the left side of her back.
 -4 small frag grenades.

 Other equipment:
 -A forearm mounted grappling hook launcher – uses same electromagnetic tech as her rifle.
 -Known to also carry portable set of tools during missions.

Notable Deeds:
 As a merc Val cannot really boast with deeds such as those of the soldiers of the Imperium, but she has stacked up a small list of accomplishments non the less.

 The Kroozer Gambit

 Hired by a Rogue Trader, away from the notable trade routes, Vala and her crew were tasked with bringing down a ork Kroozer that was discovered waiting in ambush for an unsuspecting transports. The Trader didn't want to damage his own vessel so he hired mercs to be his scapegoats while his ship would pass the sector, hoping to escape paying.

 Her crew immediately got suspicious of it and forged a plan to both do the job and get paid. Since what they had was a old modified transport ship, they pretended to be a random unsuspecting pray while a Vala and 4 of her crewmates took an assault boat. When the Kroozer moved to intercept their transport along with it's fighter escort, the assault boat rammed to the engine room. Following a lightning fast gunfight, they set 5 heavy explosives across the engines and left the ship just in time for the bombs to explode and cripple the vessel. During that time, their transport had led the escort wing straight to the Rogue Trader's vessel. Without support from the Kroozer, the trader managed to deal with the fighter escort. Their transport ship had susptained medium damages, but they got paid non the less. She later heard that an imperial Dauntless stumbled upon the Kroozer and destroyed it. Surely the Rogue Trader had taken all credit for disabling it…

 3 days of darkness.

 Vala's crew had been forced to land on an uninhabited world when they came into confrontation with a light corsairs pirate vessel. Luckily for them the elder ship wasn't heavily armed and after an incredible accurate hit on their part, both vessels were forced to crash land.

 Vala's armed transport had taken a serious beating and given the degree of the damage it would have required at least a week to repair. Without given much choice in the matter they were forced into a fight for their lives. After 3 days of almost constant battling with the corsairs, Vala's crew managed to repel the enemy and grant her enough time to finish the repairs in a record time of 3 and a half days! They lost 5 people in that event, but finally managed to escape the planet.

 Death to the Infidel.

 While on a break from missions and traveling towards a nearby lawless space station for refuel and repair, Vala's transport suddenly shook heavily from the impact wave of an immense explosion. By the time they saw what was going on, the transport was knee deep in a chaos attack of two Infidel class escorts on the pirate station.

 The station's weak shields were quickly down, it's frankly old weaponry couldn't match the two escorts. As the transports around it were destroyed, Vala's ship found itself with no place to run. She and other 5 of her 15 crew members barely managed to get to the assault boat that also doubled as a escape capsule before their transport was blown to bits by 2 torpedos. With the destruction of the station, one of the Infidel class ships left to chase some ships that managed to escape the initial barrage while the other one stayed behind to finish wiping the place from anything that moved. Without place to land anywhere in the assault boat's range there was only one option left. They used the debris as cover from the batteries, they boarded the Escort's engine compartment like they had done in the past with the orks.

 It was a slaughter against the chaos marines their weapons didn't really carry much punch. It took Vala mere 2 minutes to set all the explosives and move back to her assault boat, but by the time she pulled the boat away from the chaos ship, she was the only one left. Alone and heavily wounded she watched with a big smile as the explosions took place, rendering it motionless in space… She laughed loudly as Imperial ships started warping about the place, probably having noticed the chaos presence.

[User]
"I should have known better than to think this team of space-cowboys would ever turn down the chance to ever go on a highly-dangerous up-close mission with one of the most brutish xeno races in the galaxy! I'm surrounded by martyrs!"

There was no secret throughout the rest of the briefing that Adrianne's purple eyes remained on the lone Krieger of the group, Ansgar, the psyker's current looming stare of accusation dark enough to almost match that of the most haughty imperial magistrate and judge!

It was the kind of stare that from a Psyker could realistically make one worry that one's next future thirteen generations might be cursed!

It wasn't until that the briefing was over that Adrianne followed the rest of the group to the vehicle bay, the grumpy look on the Psyker's face only fading for a moment she briefly stepped beneath a broken and running water pipe on the way to catch a quick shower; but the grumpy expression would return just as quickly as she stepped back with the group.

As they passed through the vehicle bay, a hope briefly flared in the Psyker's heart as she saw the large, looming figure of an Imperial Guard Leman Russ tank sitting between a set of floodlights!

Or, more specifically, it was an 'Exterminator' class Leman Russ tank, featuring a set of Twin-Autocannons fixed to the turret in order to give the tank maximum killing power, and the ability to chew through entire building blocks like a shredder against a particularly vulnerable piece of cheese! It was a wicked piece of weaponry, and a favorite birthday gift to any Emperor-loving murderous psychopath!

Alas...

... as they stepped out into the storm on the outside, Adrianne let out a disheartened sigh as she realized she would not get to pilot a vehicle of death anytime soon, and she put on her skull helmet with a click.

*SIGH*

[Assistant]
Ansgar, perhaps surprisingly, completely ignored the comment from the Arbites about following orders. Not all operations were founded on blind adherence, which might surprise some to hear from a Krieg born guardsman. However, between engineering and grenadier work, one quickly realized that the best laid plans go awry the fastest. Options meant one could shift to another plan in a hurry, but options for options sake was not a good thing.

Orders, however, were orders, plain and simple. The Krieger nodded briefly as the Celestian meted out her orders, staying to the original overall plan. "Understood, ma'am.". He was also not oblivious to the glare that he was receiving from the psyker, and while one might be concerned for their following generations, Ansgar wasn't. Krieg soldiers were not part of the reproductive efforts of Krieg, and Kriegers didn't retire from the Guard so they were never involved, not that most people outside of Krieg would be aware, or care for that matter. Cursing descendants that wouldn't exist was a rather entertaining waste of time though, at least to the Krieger.

Ansgar met her glare with an even look, eyes not even narrowing in irritation. It almost invited her to imagine a shit eating grin, lingering a second too long, showing absolutely no fear from a psyker with a problem with his rebuttal to her idea. Of course, there couldn't be that kind of grin, since what sort of Krieger would he be if he ever smiled?

Regardless of the truth of the matter, which shall be left to the imagination of those that had seen the exchange of looks between the two, Ansgar ignored the Imperial armor as they moved out. There were no vehicles suitable to a stealth operation present, so it did not cross his mind to lament what was not available for them to take. Doing another check of his Type XIV (Heavy), he was satisfied with the fact it was in the same condition since he had last checked it. The impending rain merely registered on a sub conscious level, pulling his issued all weather trench coat a bit tighter over his carapace, and glanced at the psyker as she audibly sighed. "You sound displeased ma'am, almost like you'd prefer to drench more guardsman in warp spawned blood. Orks won't have much trouble finding sighs like that, they might appreciate the red paint job more too."

[User]
Herold gave a stiff not to the Celestian as she set them right with how they'd proceed. He kept his mouth shut and eyes ahead as he waited for the time to move, and when it was due, he marched with a purpose. Making their way out of the meeting room and through the halls of blood that looked like what he'd assume was a chaos worshipers dream. He snorted at the comment about the Psyker, and then continued forward with the rest with naught but a word.

The Vehicle bay was filled with Imperial armor, though to his surprise they didn't go with the Leman Russ Tanks, or even the Chimeras. He guessed it made sense, to be tactically less obvious. But with Orks, more protection never hurt. If only they had the grav vehicles. Herold had never ridden in one but he had heard rumors it was near silent in its advance. Dark Age tech was mysterious and hard to come by, however. He wasn't surprised none were here.

Stepping into the vehicle, he found himself a seat as the Kreiger trooper began his banter. "Orks'll appreciate us just fine, then." He said grimly, thinking of how this was probably going to get messy, despite the plans made.

[Assistant]
Sadly her plan was not approved off. Even the plan of the psyker that was also significantly better than the plan thought up by their superior and that other woman wasn't approved. Vala couldn't help but roll her eyes as she put on her headgear and follows suit after Aviza. Destroying infrastructure and defenses that could be taken back and used later. The Imperium agents weren't concerned with the monetary or long term planning. They were all just meatheads that destroyed everything and then complained that their defenses weren't to par later, so instead just would throw countless souls to their deaths in return to do something that could have been avoided with some decent planning from the start. She truly didn't see whatever it was that the God Emperor saw in her race. As a person of the technology, she couldn't believe she'd cause such devastation damage to something they really needed.' I'm so nagging them later when we need those turrets with 'told you so' just you wait.' She thought in irritation.

 "Storms..." She mumbled something like captain obvious, but she found it actually quite pretty so her voice reflected some respect towards the nature's phenomenon. If they could have such power at their disposal it would have been already done. Whatever those psyker said, it wasn't the same.

 "Can we please get this done and over with...?" She asked slightly irritated." Besides the greenskins like everything they can get their hands on. Doesn't matter where it came from as long as it can fight, be killed or jurry rigged in their tech and if it's alive beaten to mush for it's teeth."


[System]
Picture/Description:
Only because it's a free roleplay and it's hard to find a picture of a teen ninja without getting TMNT results.

Age: 16

Nationality: Japanese

Weapon of Choice: Shurikin, Kunai

Magic Specialization: Acid: Three types:
Inorganic: Liquifies inorganic materials around it. (Green)
Organic: Liquifies organic materials around it. (Purple)
Magical: Disrupts Magical effects around it. (Blue)

Bio: What's to tell? His parents sent him there as a freshmen because it was the best magical high school around, and he wanted to learn magic. He's been obsessed with Ninja for most of his life, so when it came time to pick a persona for school, he chose one from his favorite Manga.

Other: A bit of a slacker, though not as much as the character he models himself after, he watches too much anime and reads too much manga to be a top student. He's smart enough to get excellent grades, though.

[User]
Hansel stopped and relaxed."Practice. I don't know if you've noticed, but you're the only students that haven't cleared out by the time we started dueling. Honestly, you're questioning us on what we're doing when you're the one that decided to stay in the middle of a fight between us? Oh, I'm not blaming you, however, this is a fairly common practice and is what this school is primarily made to teach - we are part military institution after all - and, well, a little common sense would be appreciated . . ."

He shrugged as he finished his explanation. He said all that he wanted to say because he wanted to continue with the duel as fast as he could. "There are also healing areas here. Wounds are painful, but as long as it isn't an instant death, you'll be fine."

[Assistant] Leo turns after the last bit of explanation and shrugs ten, once again heading to the dorm, hopefully without interruptions this time."Armeijan lafka, niinpä niin." he frowns."Yhtä pikkumaista ja turhantärkeää touhua kuin intissä. Olisi ollut parempi vain jättää tulematta tännekin." He turns his head and looks over at Hansel."By the way eight rank, he no practicing anymore. He Finnish, he mad now. You have not an idea." He resumes his walk and leaves the scene, he was tired already, the flight had been tiring. Plus he felt really uncomfortable all of a sudden in the premises, knowing that this place would most likely suffer more than one deaths during the next years he'll spend in it.

[User]
Johann just nods at Hansel, wondering why this wasn't part of orientation, and steps back out of their way before following the big guy off.

He should probably try to find Harry, tell him everything was fine.

[Assistant]
Harry was surprised by Johann's goal in life. He believed that Johann had a real shot at it. So Harry said "I'm not sure this place is so bad for you. It will help you with your stamina at least."
All of the talking of the way the school works was pissing Harry off the important thing was to help Johann. So he said "Where is one of these healing areas?"

[User] Ok, calm down, damnit... calm down... I've gotten this far... Shit my side hurts... Focus, focus... My legs might give away soon... " Helvetti... tää päättyy huonosti..." Janos gritted his teeth as he spread his hands to the sides. "I know how this is gonna end." He spat on the ground and flicked his wrists. This time the twelve knives appeared around Hansel - roughly 4 feet away from him and began spinning wildly. Judging by the fact that the knives were flickering noticeably between corporeal and incorporeal forms Janos was barely able to concentrate anymore.

[Assistant]
Hansel nodded and pointed towards a wide flat building with two floors to the north. It was close by and even walking wouldn't take long. "Hurry then," he said, not taking his eyes of Janos. "He appears to want to continue."

He was honestly a little disappointed in how they treated the fight. Did they not have more faith in an 8th Ranker? You can't reach this position through power alone; it was not just a rank, it was also a title, a title that meant you've got intelligence, control, power and maturity that befits the rank. They were as much in charge of watching over duels as the instructors, and moreover, duels that involved themselves carried very little risk under normal circumstances.

"I will give you this last chance to surrender before I incapacitate you and end this match," said Hansel blandly. "You are clearly no longer in fighting condition, whereas I haven't even needed to use magic once this whole fight. Surrender, and you won't have to wake up in the infirmary with a pounding headache."

[User] At least that would mean I could say I fought till I couldn't continue... Janos noticed that his hands were shaking, but he was slightly calming down already - not fully so, but at least he wasn't foaming at the mouth and other such things. "If I intend on continuing this fight - as foolish as it is at this point - would you at least give me the honor of attacking you one more time before taking me down?" His voice was strained, his leg hurt, his side ached and his concentration was nearly broken - though the knives stayed a bit more corporeal already. "I'm down to my trump card here, so how about it?" Janos actually smiled - that little voice in the back of his head told him that he had done enough, he had managed to fight an 8 ranker this far. "I need to visit the infirmary anyways after this..."

[Assistant] "Yeah.. it's not really ears. I wear this because it kind of makes me happy and calm, and I really like cats and kittens as well!" Eriella said with a smile, both of her hands on the hood to keep it over her head.

[User] Hansel smiled. That was more like it. "Then come at me," he said, gesturing forward with his free hand. "In return, I shall respond with my own trump card; I feel it is only fair you get to see at least some of my magic after fighting for this long."

[Assistant]
Endo Ikue

All that she could think about was how cute it looked on Eriella. Perhaps something that was more important was why she was wearing it... But would that hold personal reasons? Perhaps she doesn't like boys as well? If that was the reason, Ikue could wholly understand that concept as she too hates them. They're just... Stupid. Inconsiderate.

"You like cats too?! Oh my gosh!" She sprang up in a joyous jump. "Insta-bestfriends!" She hugged Eriella tightly before letting go. "I love cats! They're the best animal in the world~" She daydreamed of one majestic and sexy-looking cat in her head in that thought and how she wanted to just snuggle it up around her arms and everything. "So pretty and so cunning. They're just incredible!" She continued on for some more about cats before calming down and asking her; "Oh yes, where should we go? I don't know the place much and I might get us lost..."

[User] Janos nodded and with a swift movement crossed his arms in front of his chest with palms facing outwards. The floating, wildly spinning knives flew towards Hansel - this time with more precision. He knew full well that the fight was over now, but still the Finn changed his stance - he promised to show his trump card and that was what he was going to do. He lifted his hands in to what was pretty much a boxing stance - with his wounded leg farther from his foe. He punched the air three times and each punch sent out three knives - the first set was aimed at Hansel's head, the second at his feet and the third one at his midsection. Damn it... If I need to move my leg is going to give out on me...

[Assistant]
Eriella's favorite animal was actually a dragon, but she pretty much loved cats equally. She used to own a cat with her foster family, and she loved to pet it and feed it everyday. She briefly put her hand on the ear for a second, a smile on her face as she looked back towards Iku.

"Hey Iku, there's an area for relaxing in the school, since it says that no sparring is allowed there." Eriella said staring deeply into the map, looking at all of the options available. She would be lucky to even make it back into the dorm rooms, she can get lost easily, but as long as she has her map she'll manage. She then looked up at Iku to see if she agreed to the plan.

[User]
Endo Ikue

"Let's gooo!" She exclaimed excitedly with her fist pump. She waited for Eriella to start moving so that she could follow. During their trip there, Ikue started to think more about what the academy is like... And if its true it has people with extraordinary powers like her. "Hey Garza-san... Is it true that people are special here?"

[Assistant] "Special? Well you could say so you know. I actually have the ability to summon a dragon named Zorralth, but by myself I'm actually pretty weak." Eriella said putting a hand on the back of her head, she wasn't trying to brag or sound annoying at all, she just wanted to share her magic along with her new friend.

[User] "Ooh, dragons. Can you show me Zorralth-san?" She asked in a whisper-like tone. She looked towards Eriella's face with a smile. "It isn't about being weak. It's about having strength... And believing that you are strong." She looked around and came running towards a wall. "Hey Eriella! Watch me!" She runs into the wall, her body phasing through the wall and she peeked out her head from the wall. "I can walk through walls!"

[Assistant] "Sure I can show you Zorralth! Though I can't really have him out for long, he drains my magic energy. That's why I came to this academy, to get stronger as myself, and to be able to hang out with Zorralth much longer!" Eriella said with a smile, she then noticed that Iku had walked into the wall and stuck her head out. Eriella started to laugh a little bit, she looked a little silly, but it looked really cool at the same time.

[User] Leo arrives to his dormroom and frowns, looking around. There wasn't any other luggage around but his. Was he really going to have this room all for himself? Well, it did not bother him that much really. Maybe no one would be getting disturbed by him waking up and making noises at sunrise then. He sighs slightly and shakes his head then before he starts to unpack and places his things quite messily into the small closet. He sees that his things are not falling out and nods, that was good enough, then he shuts the door.

[Assistant] After making several expressions Ikue allowed herself off the wall to re-accompany her new beloved friend Eriella. Being with other girls felt much closer to home than actually being home... "Do we need to clear out for Zorralth-san? Should we wait until we get to the spot you're talking about??" She gleefully said.

[User]
Johann found his way inside one of the healing areas and the effect was extraordinary.

It was a white room, cots and benches lining the walls being manned by no one. Instead the room was bathed in a golden light that he felt immediately going to work on his arm. It was a warm light, a pleasant feeling washing away the pain. He walked around looking for the source of this phenomenon and found only a single golden line on the ceiling from which it poured.

No, wait, not on the ceiling. Not a line, now that he looked at it. A cut. A powerful Impulse had sliced through the area of this room. He'd seen his father do something like this before, but not on a scale this large. His 「The Sound of Silence」 lasted only a few minutes at a time.

"Hello?" He called out. No one answered. This wasn't something that was recently put up.

"Extraordinary." he said.

[Assistant] "Разве это не дерьмо снова...." the blond girl mumbled under her breath as she walked the empty halls of the school. The foreign girl had arrived in the United Kingdom only days ago to attend this prestigious school to master the strange magical artifact of her family. The poor girl, however, was lost in the vast halls of the building. Class was most likely in session, as there was not a soul in sight. Sighing, she squinted at the pamphlet she had received. While she spoke English fine, she still had issues translating the written form to her first language, Russian. "Где, черт возьми, что-нибудь в этой школе !?" she thought to herself angrily. After another ten minutes of wandering, she peaked into a room. It was strange, golden light radiating through the room with cots and benches, like a magical nurse room. She saw a young man, seemingly fascinated by the source of the light. "E-Excuse me?" she asked hesitantly with a thick accent. "C-Can you help me?"

[User] "Hmm?" Johann said, truing around. He took another look around the room just to reconfirm that he was the only person here she could be talking to, shrugged, and walked over. "With what?"

[Assistant] "I am.. a bit lost in this school. It's my first day." she said. "So I need help finding the dorms. The pamphlet they handed me wasn't very helpful." The girl said. It was now somewhat obvious, with her backpack and suitcase around her as well as the old rifle on her back, brandishing the magical blade.

[User]
Sometimes Ryuu took a shortcut by the girls dorms. It was the fastest way to the practice fields from the Boys dorm, after all. While walking by this time, however, he saw a woman's leg come out of the wall, then reenter it. What is going on? he thought. Some new girl trying out her powers? Interesting. He was hoping to find someone to duel with, hopefully one of the new people. He may not be the best fighter in school but dueling new students was a good way to see what everyone could do before they got too strong. Hopefully he'd be able to plan a way to defeat them, then, like Batman with the Justice League. True, it was American manga, but they were much more common here than Japanese manga, so he'd read what he could get his hands on.

He waited outside the nearby door for the girls to come out, and pulled the latest issue of X-men out of his pocket. It was something to do as he waited, at least.