[System]
Age: Unknown(Looks to be in her twenties)
Gender: Female
Species: Demon Queen
Powers/Abilities:She can transform herself to look like anyone or anythingWhenever someone with a weaker will than her own looks into her eyes, they fall under her control.The longer a thrall is under her control, the more 'devilish' they will appear to others.(Orange/Red eyes, Grayish skin, horns on head, wings. In that order.)Her six senses(Touch, Sight, Hearing, Taste, Smell, and Spiritual Sensing) are all enhanced.She is easily three times as strong and twice as fast as a normal man.She can survive extreme heat, cold, and pressure. Along with being able to survive low or high oxygen.
Appearance:Backstory: The original wife of Adam, the true first woman. She was created from the earth just as her husband, but while he was made of pure dust, she was made of the mud and soot. She was happy and content to live in the garden, but when Adam wanted to lie with her, she could not understand why she had to be under him. After all, were they not formed of the same earth by God? She fled from the garden and escaped to the Red Sea, an area filled with demons. Adam called upon god, and when Angels came to take her back she refused. The angels, in turn, attempted to drown her in the waters. As the waters filled her lungs, her soul was transformed and her body changed to match. She slew the demons and swore she would kill all those in Adam and Eve's blood line. She herself had produced monstrous creatures with the demons, and monstrous humans with the children of Adam.
After so many years of being alive, she has seemingly given up on wanting to kill all mortals, instead wishing her own blood line, the very supernaturals she has started the school for, to be closer to herself.
Friends/Family: All natural born supernaturals.
Crush/Relationships: Adam(Divorced/Deceased), Rebecca Valentine(Fling)
Other: She hates fast food, and considers it to be worst form of nutrition.

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Mathigyle

"How refined, psychic enhancement. Tapping into the neural networks of the mind. One.." There he went again, likely citing the intricacy of making such a potion and the number of faults that could occur with even a single drop of an incorrect ingredient. Which fault occurred by what means, etc. It was not that Mathigyle wished to bore the young Mr. Mors, rather his passion was just so fervent for the subject of alchemy. Finally, he got to the point.

Mathigyle checked his sleeves, necklace, and various pockets cut into his robes for such a potion. Alas, he had none pre-brewed, though the Chromatic Concoction was an intriguing find. "But of course, Mr. Mors, a potion of psychic enhancement, beginner's strength, for your student. Don't want them seeing too many secrets of the universe now." The lich croaked a hoarse laugh; you couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. "It will brew for some time and be prepared six micromoments before the moon's apex." In english, some time before midnight.

[Assistant]
Cici was surprised at the informality of her classmates but delighted by the perceived meaning of acceptance of equality. Long now she'd dreamed of returning to the less rarefied state of being she'd held as a budding Witch of the Coven of the Hawk's Song; before she'd been made holy.

In the beginning her new status had been delightful. She had Witches well croned bow before her who'd in her previous state ruled above her and who now by traditional custom were her servants. Her every word was waited upon by trembling scribes and her whim command to any hearing. But here she was before two people who spoke as if she'd ceased to exist, who cared not how holy she was and it made her want to laugh aloud.

Then the Earth Elemental said something she hadn't heard in two years; That she wanted to know her better.

Caeria could have danced on air after that but abstained in the interest of not wanting to spoil the moment.

"I'd love to spend time with you Bree and exchange details of ourselves.

No more delightful a concept can I devise."

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Lilith takes a microphone from the empty secretary desk beside her office door, lifting it to her mouth and gently speaking into it, "Attention students...curfew will begin at sunset, so please head to your assigned rooms...we wouldn't want anyone getting hurt in the dark." She says, her voice echoing through the hallways before she sets the device back down and stretches her back.

Curfew

[Assistant] Rei, who had been laying in the grass thinking as she stared up the sky, blinked as she heard the announcement. "Curfew, huh..." she whispered to herself before sitting up quickly. She stood up and stretched a bit before beginning to head to her room.

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The sound of metal clanking along with heavy footsteps would follow down the path to the school Fafnir was taking, he could already see the building ahead of him with his single eye. The anxiety he had dreaded since he decided to enroll had begun to plague his conscience, concerned that he wouldn't fit in even with beings of inhuman quality. In addition to his anxious thoughts, the lackluster weather of the late afternoon day made him more so uncomfortable, so much so he was tempted to heat his own body up. However, in fear that this may cause problems to others, he prevented himself from doing so, and bore with the cold conditions. His lumbering tail slithered behind his feet along the pavement, the materials of the road he walked on he wasn't used to feeling. So much had changed since he had been on the surface, then again, what should he expect when he lost track of time.

 The long crimson cape suited his matching wings, which helped conceal them, however he couldn't do anything about his tail other then have it drag behind the legs in hopes it wouldn't be as noticeable. He would finally come to a stop at the first step to the school, whether or not there was anyone around him was irrelevant, his entire attention was focused on the school building, which would signify either a successful start to adapting to this world, or an utter failure. It was his first time in a while he had to contemplate loosing, something he hated, but this loss was much more meaningful then a duel or challenge, this would be an important chapter to his own future, that of which he had spent so much time lost.

[Assistant]
@kagethekiller

"Hmmm.....A curfew?

Never had one of those." giggles Cici

She smiles at the others and says

"Might be interesting to see if I can comply cheerfully.

After all we birds loathe cages"

So regretting the brevity of her association Caeria returns to her search for her room by casting a location spell hoping they don't have any wards to prevent her.

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Mathigyle

A withered, gnarly head poked its way out of the main entrance doors. One could practically hear the bones creak, the skin stretch as foggy glasses surveyed the outside area, searching for straggling students out after curfew. The lich's bleach white eyes paused on the drakken, and a quick chelsea smile replaced his withered flat line of lips. Mathigyle shuffled towards Fafnir, leather and cloth continually scraping against brick for many paces until he was placed before him. The drakken easily outclassed Mathigyle physically in every form, but something about the lich's presence was simply... odd. Mathigyle waved as a T-rex may, if it weren't to eat your face and was actually your best friend. "Uh, hm, yes hello. Welcome. Now then, young student, we must be along now. Time for curfew, classes tomorrow, darkness approaching." Mathigyle spoke hurriedly for his age, stuttering through his introduction. He waved the drakken forward as the undead slowly adjusted himself to turn around back to the school, white beard dragging alongside grey, tethered robes.

[Assistant] Seeing this odd stranger was rather, mixed. At first it was a relief that there were other oddities here, but at the same time, his presence was unpleasant. He seemed weak yet something about his presence was terrifying, a presence not even myself would normally try to top. While watching him speak I decided to humble myself, and nod."Oh I must be late then, sorry." I'd give a bow to who I assumed must have been some authoritative figure, an old one at that. I could at least respect his elderly status, as his wisdom must be grand. As I hurried inside I'd nearly hit my head on the door way, lowering it just enough so my helmet avoided contact. "May I ask where will my room be?"

[User] Avary knew he shouldn't be doing this, but, heck with it. He was sneaking around after curfew, careful to stay away from the Lich. He knew those things had immense powers, and don't take kindly to rule breaking.

[Assistant]
Mathigyle

Mathigyle, with his toothiest grin, shook his head quite hurriedly for his age. Who had snuck into the halls past curfew? No matter. Madam Lilith had given the lich a number of keys for the male dorms, and he kept it in a hidden satchel somewhere in the burrow of his robes. Mathigyle appeared to pull out what appeared to be an ancient, rustic key, it appeared simple, but large enough that it had to be carried with some consideration. "Your room, down this left hallway and exactly halfway up the spire. Your roommate appears to be out at the moment..." The lich craned his neck again, as if listening, no, feeling. Mathigyle placed the key firmly in the drakken's hands, and patted him on the side of his arm. "Ah, hm, I'll be off now. Good night. Consider my class, if you would." The lich turned and began shuffling away. Back still turned, he exclaimed, "Ah! And do stay away from that darkness now."

Every step into the dark hallway seemed to be another attempt at finding the edge of a cliff. There were no torches, scarce candlelight, it was simply and unusually... dark. You took one step too far, and a cold chill began at your spine, to your face, now your arms... were you frozen in actuality or fear? Or both? A disembodied voice, from the darkness: "...Turn back..."

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The moment he made contact with the undead's hand Fafnir would shiver from how cold he felt, like a dead corpse. He'd almost burst into flames had his conscience not intervened. Fafnir would try to keep his own composure and nodded to the teacher. "I think I will" He said as he looked to the key, remembering the directions he'd given him. He was slightly curious about avoiding the darkness, but regardless he would head to his room.

walking down the halls in the growing dusk lighting wasn't difficult for Fafnir due to his eye practically acting as a small torch or candle. Moving up the spire, he was curious of all the strangers he would meet, and that of the stranger who was to share his room, which he began to dread. The concept of sharing didn't speak well to him. Finding his room, he placed the large ancient key into the lock, opened the door, and entered his room.

[Assistant]
Athena

Athena was in her office, she was drinking a cup of tea. Her eyes were going over her students profiles. She was trying to memorize names and faces. She places her tea down on her desk and knocks it on herself accidentally. She gets up from her chair and reaches over to the tissue box to dry herself with it.

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Wilhelm

"God's I'm late." The reaper said to him self as he ran up to the school. Busting through the doors and looking around he saw the halls empty so he quickly steped in and closed the doors there's got to be somebody around. Maybe the head mistress is in? He thought to him self as he walks down the hall reading the doors

[Assistant]
Lilith saunters through the hallways, her eyes glancing through the windows as she watches the sunset...or rather glares at it. The last of the light vanishing from sight as she snaps her fingers as her eyes glow, the wards on the building lock everyone and everything inside the building. "Why does my mouth always taste like dust after I use ancient magic." She questions to herself, as her thoughts turn to the students...and what might happen to them if they started snooping into things they shouldn't. "I should probably warn them...but children will always do what you tell them not to." She mutters, before realizing where she stopped, waving her hand over the front of the door, it swings open and she steps into Athena's office. The door closing behind her as it glows with symbols that only she and one other would recognize...but that rotten apple is dead.

Athena

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Athena

Athena was wiping her stained clothing rapidly with tissues, when suddenly the door slams shut behind her. She turns to face Lilith and gulp "OH SORRY MISTRESS LILITH!" She was gravelling "What do I owe the pleasure, for this meeting?" She gets back up and ignores the tea stain on her shirt. She placed her tea mug the right way up and put her class list back into a folder

[Assistant]
Lilith looks at the stain...before waving her hand and the stain lifts off the fabric, the tea floating through the air and landing in the Shirohebi's cup. "Sorry for what? For spilling your drink or not standing to attention when I entered?" She asks, before stepping towards the girl and and placing a hand on her cheek, "I don't care about either of those things. I have more wealth than I could ever need from my long life, and you did not know I was coming...nor did I until I stopped outside your office." She leans closer and plants a kiss on the girl's cheek, enjoying the taste of her embarressment.

Athena


[System]
Captain
Hugh Talbain - a Knight, played by Lugubrious. While before he merely pretended to be a knight, Hugh now lives and fights as one, though his time as an actor continues to bleed through. The most dramatic pauser.

Front Line
Lilith Merdox - a Mercenary, played by Crimson Raven. Though a painful past has left its mark on her, she is all the tougher for it, and not forgotten where she cam from. The lustiest for riches.
Jakobe Russenfalt - a Cavalier, played by Multi_Media_Man. A soldier through and through, he doesn't let dreams of honor distract him from a reality that needs his help. The most knightly.
Sanguin - a Myrmidon, played by Lugubrious. An alternate persona of hers -the wolf- developed to handle the stress of battle has blended too well with her normal self. The biggest drinker.
Ronin - a Fighter, played by nobody. Wielding a near-impossible to use Imposing Axe, Ronin is unfailingly bold and totally convinced of his own fighting prowess. Beneath the confidence, however, he is painfully aware of his own faults and flaws, and has dismal self-esteem. The faintest after long walks.
Franky Lonnas - a Barbarian, played by Xan the G. This sarcastic, thrill-seeking pirate met his match with a run-in with the Bravuran military, and now atones on the path to freedom. The bravest gambler.

Second Line
Nickolas Rienbach - a Dark Mage, played by TentacleLord. Though at times disturbingly familiar with death, this roamer can boast a genial nature and heroic intent. The lightest dark mage there is.
Kuur Salcair - an Archer, played by TentacleLord. Hyper-competitive yet oddly stoic when it comes to socializing, this venturous young lady wishes to see the world. The most gullible.
Habeen Nocta - a Dark Mage, played by Toadropes. A traveler from lands abroad and a Plegian by birth, this wanderer's only constant is her unflappable good mood. The most unnervingly cheerful.
Syrena - a Mage, played by Prince of Seraphs. A fire burns inside this sweet young girl, one that expelled her from her broken home and into the unforgiving world. The likeliest to repeat syllables.
Taene - a Manakete, played by Cinderella Man. A stoic thrill-seeker, seemingly only vehement when challenged or given the chance to experience something new. The one with the coldest breath.

Variable Position
Gaius Secundus - a Tactician, played by Crimson Raven. Just now officially beginning as a battle strategist, this mellow young man is anxious to do his father's teaching proud. The lightest sleeper.
Jeane Robina - a Thief, played by Toadropes. No mere petty brigand, she sustains a unique set of morals paired with dashing charisma. The first one to steal from the rich and give to the poor.
Kel - a Wyvern Rider, played by Experiment 249. Though flippant, slow to respect authority, and oftentimes lazy, Kel is a man with powerful bonds, be it with his sister or his treasured dragon. The smokiest-smelling.
Dylan Caercot - a Pegasus Rider, played by Burthstone. A courier who blames himself for his sister's death, and whose aspiration to join the Reclaimers came true in a lucky break. The least tanned.

Support
Marcus Ambrosias - a Priest, played by Prince of Seraphs. Few know that this worldly, social, selfless monk once practiced the black arts as a Dark Mage. The one with the most pockets.
Timothy Wolfe - a Priest, played by nobody. Still shy even after the bullies trouble him no longer, Tim diverged from his magical background to heal instead. The most beloved by animals.

Ex-Members
Arkhant - a Mage. Heir to a grand lineage of magicians, Arkhant is determined to uphold the family legacy through learning and adventure. After a grave wound on Mission 1, Westroad Village, he lost his fire to be a Reclaimer and left for home.

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Syrena Sinclair - Westroad Village
Whether her actions were wise or not moments later the standoff dissolved into chaos. Habeen tossed dark magic at the bandit leader and true to there horrid luck some of it spattered over the dancer hostage. Seconds after that the dancer was shoved to the ground and the Reclaimers began to charge. Syrena prepared to let loose her magic. Perhaps she could separate or disrupt there enemy in some way. She certainly didn't want to immolate anyone. As she was preparing however Syrena felt herself yanked into the air as a Pegasus rider slung her onto his mount.

In a wild flurry of surprise Syrena's fireball broke out of the containment she'd been holding it and shot over the heads of the Reclaimers and the enemy exploding in glorious light over the watch tower's midsection. It wasn't powerful enough to do structural damage right off the bat but the wood had begun to burn. They didn't have much time. Her flames burned hotter than conventional fire. If any of the Reclaimers wished to climb the tower they would have to do so before the fire became too intense and the smoke chocked the air from there lungs.

The man whose Pegasus Syrena found herself riding was unfamiliar to her. He wasn't one of the Reclaimers but he seemed inclined to help as he apologized for dragging her roughly from the ground. As the winged horse landed on the top of the watch tower the Pegasus rider assured her that they could take the bandit leader together and he would stop the axe wielding man from hurting her. But who's going to stop me from hurting them both? she thought to herself. If her magic got out of control this far up they would most certainly fall to there deaths. Nevertheless Syrena pulled herself off the mount and readied her powers for battle. She didn't want to kill anyone but it wouldn't stop her from defending herself, this man and the villagers below.

Marcus Ambrosias - Westroad Village
Marcus stayed to the rear of the Reclaimers as the fighting broke out. He was not one for battle but for healing the wounds of the injured and easing the pain of the dying. He knew before this war was done there would be dead to mourn. When the army rushed the bandits Marcus saw his own first targets. The dancer girl had been struck partially by the Mire curse.

Marcus remembered that one well. The slime magic had not exactly suited his fancy as a teenager. It was too messy and somewhat ill inducing. Still the show it put on could not be denied and he and the Black Dragon Guard had used it to intimidate. He knew that even the smallest amount of it would be deadly if not treated promptly. If left on the dancer girl's skin it would cause her flesh to erupt in pustule like boils which would then explode violently spreading more mire over her body. It wasn't enough to wipe it away from the surface. Though invisible the magic had worked it's way deeper and as Marcus moved his staff and heal crystal over her skin he focused on that deeper layer. The surface stuff began to instantly dissipate then below if slightly painfully the rest of the magic was expelled. He did the same on the pieces of clothing that Nickolas' hands had deposited the rotten debris from the corpse. It wasn't mire and so likely not as toxic but it was safer to remove it just in case. The sludge would have to be washed off by hand but any magic that it held had been disbanded.

With that done Marcus glanced over at Nickolas' wounds. There was nothing that could be done about the nerve damage cause by the ice dragon. It was too soon to reheal it, that could cause further damage but Marcus could repair the muscle damage down the by arrow. "This will be quite painful but in the long run you'll thank me." It occurred to Marcus seconds after saying this that as a cloister monk he shouldn't have had the kind of experience with dark magic that would lead him to be able to dispel the mire so effectively. He should have asked Nickolas's expertise on the matter before performing the procedure. No matter it was too late now to dwell on what should have been.

Marcus pulled the arrow as straight and precise as possible from Nickolas' leg before he started the healing spells. It was simple muscle damage and the wound closed in an instant. Lastly Marcus dispelled any residual magic the muck on Nickolas' body that his desecrated corpse might have possessed. As a dark mage he would have a higher tolerance for it but all the same it was not good anyone getting sick from something that could easily have been prevented.

[Assistant]
Annoyance began to stir within Taene as the person charging him didn't simply give up and was steered forward by his beast. How was he supposed to avoid killing him if he was going to get into point-blank range? It was like the kid had some odd sort of death wish. More cold air began to gather between Taene's teeth as he decided that he wasn't going to be able to avoid killing his adversary. As he began to charge up his next frosty assault, he noticed the boy take off his mask. Presumably to avoid it freezing to his skin, which likely wouldn't have been very good for a young warrior. The face that greeted Taene after his mask was removed didn't intrigue him, and he tore his attention away from it quite quickly without second thought.

Surrender? ...I could. Doubt that my employers would be that pleased with a choice like that, though. Taene thought over what the kid preparing to charge was saying, and took particular notice to the fear that was heard in his voice when he brought up the threat of attack. The ball of frost within the drake's jaws was nearly finished forming, when... something happened. The sphere crumbled in his maw and dissolved into nothingness, and he let out an oddly low noise that had a quite quizzical sound to it. His attention snapped to the rider opposite him, and Taene suddenly spoke up.

"Boy. I shall surrender to you, and your men, as I wish not to continue fighting. I am done offering resistance. However," He began. "Before I make myself any more vulnerable to a man that might possibly kill me, I must ask you a somewhat odd question. You would not happen to have a warrior sibling, would you?" The dragon's voice took a much calmer, relaxed tone as he asked his question but it still managed to carry over the sound of his large wings beating as he maintained his flight. Taene quite hoped that his inquiries would go somewhere. He was very sure, more so than he was in many other things. Their faces lined up in a way that made almost no sense.

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Jeanne Robina

Habeen's smile had returned.

"Um, you do realize that you accidentally hit the dancer girl, right?" Jeanne asked.

"My goal was to make him let go of the dancer. I have achieved that goal," Habeen simply replied.

"Ought you to check on her?"

"Marcus is already on it."

Jeanne nodded awkwardly. "Listen, I'll take care of the brigands downstairs. You help storm the watch tower."

The fact that the watch tower was literally on fire seemed to fly over Habeen's head. "Hey, I ought to help finish the job, eh?" she asked. Especially since I accidentally hit the poor lady, she thought to herself. Shoot.

Jeanne drew her sword and flamboyantly circled it over her head. "Have at you, honorless brigands! Thou thieve but to merely thieve; thy grisly greed shall lead thee to a grim fate by my blade!"

Yeah, she was a show-off.

Jeanne immediately raised her sword and prepared to blitz the bandits. Her blade held upside-down in her right hand, Jeanne charged the bandit in the center and with a swift motion unseam'd him from the nave to the chaps. She gave the man a swift kick in the stomach before bringing her sword around to strike the man next to him, creating a larger opening for Habeen to run through and into the tower. And run she did; the folk magician sped through the opening in the enemy forces that Jeanne and Kuur had created, right into the burning building.

[Assistant]
Malboro, Hero turned Highwayman

When Dylan and Syrena entered the top of the guard tower, they found the bandit leader waiting. The man looked suddenly older than he had when he'd been at the bottom; he bore the sagging visage of a man who knew he was about to die. However, his black eyes glittered fiercely, and they held no trace of mercy in them. When cornered, a beast would fight to its final breath.

He upturned his sword and jammed it into the wooden floor before removing his axe, evidently knowing enough about weapons to prefer a hatchet against a lance-user. This iron weapon he leveled at the pair, and spoke in a strange, toneless voice, "I knew death would come for me sooner or later. But if you think I'm going to let you take me easy, you're wrong—dead wrong. I'll show you how a former Hero fights."

Snarling, he rushed at Syrena, swinging his axe in from the side. With a weapon advantage over Dylan, it seemed, he wanted to eliminate the potential problem first.

Sanguin, Westroad Village

After an exchange of blows, the masked woman had the advantage. Her adversary, obviously intimidated not only by her opponent but by the whole situation itself, was unable to properly leverage the advantage given to her by her weapon. As she stumbled back after delivering a glancing blow, Sanguin charged forward. A surge of adrenaline pumped through her veins, and she yelled, "You're out of time!" The myrmidon leaped into the air and with her scimitar cleaved through her opponent's shoulder, finishing her in one shot.

She hadn't time to celebrate her victory, however. Sanguin felt a hard jab in her hip, and a moment later after she'd recoiled, the familiar trickle of blood across her skin. She whirled to face the soldier who'd attacked her and backed up out of the reach of his spear, nearly backing into Thunderclap as she did. A glance at the cavalier astride her convinced her that his help for the moment would be appreciated given her diminished vitality. "Yakob! Help me a second?"


[System]
Gender: Female
Race: Goliath
Main Class: Barbarian
Alignment: Chaotic Good

Size: Large (considered one size up due to "Powerful Build" trait)
Height: 7ft 5in
Weight: 275lbs
Eyes: Emerald
Hair: Charcoal

Appearance:A being slightly below average for her race of pseudo-giants, Vah'lux stands at seven-foot-five, with lean, defined muscles, slate-toned skin mottled with darker -virtually random- streaked markings, and emerald eyes that seemingly glow in low light under a furrowed brow. Dark hair is about as disheveled as one would imagine from her kind, cut uneven in some areas, and the longest part braided in a thick ponytail and secured with beaded string and fabric remnants. While the woman may be in her late twenties, years of harsh weather, blows to the face, scars that never healed properly, and other factors have made her seem older and quite "rough" in appearance, stripping away the beauty she once held as a youngling within her race.

Layers of light tan-colored wrapped linen cover her chest and pelvic areas, while her armor consists of thick, reinforced furs and pelts, intricately woven and layered in order to keep both the elements at bay, and bodily damage to a minimum.

Personality Description: Ambitious, even-tempered, mentally tough, and competitive, Vah'lux gleans with a genuine confidence that very few seem to have in this current age. Whereas her demeanor may come off as coarse, it couldn't be further from the truth. Her rough exterior is balanced by a warm, humble approach, and generally friendly disposition, as even when things may seem dark, she manages to lift the mood of the people she encounters.

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Mages. Conjurors. Wizards. Sorcerers. Spellcasters.

No matter what they referred to themselves as, or what others perceived them to be, only one word came to the Goliath's mind: Trouble-makers. Growing up in a culture where magic and mysticism seemed to be two separate entities, the magic aspect of Faerun was all but lost on many of her kind, and therefore mistrusted and seen as the work of darker spirits. On more than one occasion, Vah'lux herself witnessed such chaotic usage of spells and witchcraft, even a few of her tribe-mates dfelving in such things only to meet a terrible and agonizing end. Some losing their minds, others, being quite literally consumed by spells that were meant to defend, but backfired instead.

The bottom line was that magic was not to be trusted until otherwise proven different. And as the Goliath stood nearby only to see a spark form into a large ball of fire within the palm of the human's hand, she all but leapt backwards a few meters, caught off guard by the cunning of yet another mage. With glaive at the ready, she watched as the fiery weapon was thrust forward and immediately hit the Goblin assailant nearest to them both. Vah'lux had to quickly remind herself that things were already set in motion, and it would do her no good to allow such prejudices to cloud her focus. At least not at that moment.

Two Goblins flanked the Goliath, one wielding a shortsword of crude iron, and the other a wooden pike fashioned with a rusty spearhead, and seemingly felt as though they were making a poor choice but at the very last moment. Vah'lux shifted her foot and positioned herself to face the attackers, swinging the massive glaive in a forward arc, first slicing through the torso of the sword-wielder, and knocking the other to the ground, before allowing the momentum of the weapon to guide her next action. Vah'lux quickly pivoted slightly, spinning the shaft of the glaive so the tail-end pointed down at the prone Goblin, and with a great force, impaled the creature through the face with the pointed steel tip. It's lithe frame squirming under the initial pain, followed by muscle spasms, until no movement was left. The other, sliced halfway through it's torso, bled out into the soil beneath. The Goliath spat toward the corpses, hating the fact that their decomposition would soon contaminate an otherwise beautiful area.

The Goliath pulled the bloodied glaive from the ground and turned to spot two others nearby who seemingly were ready to defend whatever they had left...

[Assistant]
There were few true warriors to be found in the Charred Bog. Their lack of contact with the outside world removed the necessity for it. Indeed, no knights or armor-clad soldiers could be counted amongst their numbers. They were pillagers, scavengers, finding what weapons and bits of metal they could from the swamp, itself. Centuries worth of failed campaigns and ill-fated adventures. The Pyromancers used their home to their advantage; favoring skirmishes and short-lived, decisive battles over drawn-out conflicts. To say that Brennen was out of his element in the middle of enemy territory surrounded by angry, bloodthirsty Goblins would have been a gross understatement.

But to his incredibly tall rescuer, it was almost a dance. She swung her blade with deadly precision, and Brennen could not help but notice the nearly dance-like rhythm of her muscles beneath slate-colored skin. For such a large, unwieldy-looking weapon, she wielded it as though it were weightless.

For comparison, Brennen held the smaller axe she gave him with the clumsiness of unfamiliarity. His own axe was far smaller than this; little more than a hatchet, all things considered. But this weapon, suited for one closer to his rescuer's size, forced him to adapt his stance.

Of the two Goblins that presently remained, one, at least, had the forethought not to end up like his burning companion, and charged at Brennen with a cry that radiated pure malice.

Seeing this, Brennen took a step back, a brief flash of surprise spreading across his features before settling into stoic concentration. Loosening his grip on the axe ever so slightly, he felt the polished wood handle slide down his hand, waiting until he nearly reached the butt of it. Tightening his hold as the Goblin came ever-closer, Brennen threw all his weight into an upward swing, using his momentum to add strength to the strike that he could not have otherwise.

The blade caught the Goblin by head, cleaving into mottled flesh and rotten bone before sending the creature's mutilated corpse back and onto the blood-stained grass.

The last Goblin remained, betraying in its cruel countenance, a fearful uncertainty of what it wanted to do next. Run close and face an axe? Or keep distance and confront the woman's glaive. Still hearing the anguished moans of his still-smoking companion, the Goblin was smart enough to realize two words that every race could trace back to at some point or another: Fire dangerous.

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The fact that the human struggled a bit with the weight of the Goliath's hand axe wasn't missed, and it even brought a bit of a smirk to her face watching such a thing. Still, there was a small bit of respect now for the mage, that while Vah'lux assumed differently about the effectiveness of such a man's martial skills, it was clear that the human at least knew how to swing a weapon without losing it.

The Goliath turned her attention to the remaining Goblin, the one who seemingly was at odds with itself and with the situation at that point. Their comrades were taken down within seconds between both she and the human, and perhaps the creature who now stood shaking and mumbling something in its native tongue would be wiser to simply-

"We have a runner..." Vah'lux said in a matter-of-fact tone, watching as the small being turned-tail and scurried off as quickly as its little legs could carry it. The warrioress jammed the spiked butt-end of her glaive into the ground far enough for it to stand on its own, and with the other hand, reached behind her to slide out another steel javelin from it's leatherbound quiver. Switching it to her other hand, she shifted her stance, positioning herself to wind back her arm, and held the other out, pointing two fingers toward her target, as she turned her head and aimed down the length of her muscular arm for a moment.

"But hopefully not for long." And with that, she thrusted her weapon arm forward and released the metal shaft as it once again let out a low whistle through the air, gliding across the clearing, before skewing the Goblin through the back and causing it to immediately collapse and squirm before bleeding out.

Vah'lux sighed as she surveyed the camp. "I assume this was your place?"

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The battle ended, almost as quickly as it had begun, in fact. The tension in his body relaxing, Brennen's shoulders fell into a more casual posture as he looked upon their handiwork, eyes falling to each of the corpses that marked their victory. Wordlessly, he knelt near to the ground, reaching for the obsidian short sword that lay in the grass, falling from the grip of the Goblin whose remains still decorated the nearby tree.

Holding it to the morning light to examine its craftsmanship, the blade looked equal parts crude and beautiful to Brennen. Given the poor quality weapons possessed by the majority of Goblins, anything more polished than a rusted dagger would have likely been a sign of strength and status.

For a moment, Brennen held the blade properly by the hilt. It was too light and clumsy, made for hands much smaller than his - and certainly much smaller than that of his rescuer's.

He turned to see the woman surveying the camp, with a look that befit a hunter upon the horizon. "I assume this was your place?" She said to him after a deep sigh escaped her lungs.

"No, actually." Brennen answered, ending his first sentence with an uncertainty that indicated he was not done speaking. He looked down at the obsidian blade still in his hands, debating its usefulness, then letting it fall to the wet grass without another thought. "No, they must have dragged me here; looking for loot and a meal, most likely." Brennen continued, a look of concern briefly flashing over his hood-obscured features at the thought of being cooked and...eaten by those creatures; which would have undoubtedly been his fate had this woman not come along when she did.

"I just--" he hung on the word for a second, eyes narrowed as he looked for something. "Need to see where they put my things..." With that, he moved towards the center of the camp, closer to the bonfire that still burned, though was hungering for kindling that was not there. As he walked by, Brennen absentmindedly stretched out a hand into the fire, his fingers curling as tongues of the flame lapped out towards him, as though trying to ensnare him before releasing their hold - unharmed.

Heading towards one of several crudely-constructed tents - the largest, in fact - Brennen stooped low enough to cross the flap-covered threshold, the sound of clattering and items moving about undoubtedly reaching the woman's ears, followed by a sudden "Aha!" As Brennen assuredly discovered something he was looking for.

A few moments after, Brennen emerged from the tent, holding a rustic, weathered knapsack in his hands, made of coarse leather and holding several empty vials on the outside. Opening the sack, Brennen scoured its contents, making a mental checklist to ensure each and every one of his items were still accounted. He procured a chipped and worn hand axe, the tool fitting into his grip with a familiarity and ease that more than signified that this was his weapon of choice. Returning the axe to a notch at Brennen's belt.

Briefly heading back into the tent, Brennen emerged lastly with a shield...if it could even be called that. The slab of planks with an iron boss in the center looked hardly fitting for a Goblin, let alone a proper Human, but Brennen seemed not to care. With his gear now back with him, Brennen returned to the woman, looking all the more pleased.

"Ahh, good to know they didn't destroy everything. Though I think a few of them may have drunk my potions...Hm." Pausing on that note, Brennen looked up to face his rescuer, holding out the axe she had given him with slight difficulty. "I never properly thanked you, I'd have assuredly been killed had you not arrived. I am most grateful." At this, Brennen gave a small, halfway bow, showing all the clumsiness of a man inexperienced with such gestures. "I am Brennen, what might your name be?"

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If anything, humans seemed to be a rather predictable lot, along with attachments to a variety of objects that could not or would not have an attachment to them. And while the Goliath admired a warrior who prized a particular weapon, for instance, the weathered mage had a few things that appeared to be near and dear to him. Things that almost seemed trivial to the other, yet what did she care?

Vah'lux nodded in appreciation toward Brennen as she slid the shaft of the hand ax through metal rings that hung on a thick leather belt around her waist. Speaking of admired weapons, the woman couldn't deny the fact that she loved the ax, especially one so well-balanced and fit just right for her style of combat. She may have hailed from a race of pseudo-giants who packed on the muscle through both genetics and physical training, but make no mistake that she was far from a lumbering beast. Heavy, clumsy weapons were never her thing, but a weapon with some weight to it and one that wouldn't hinder her ability to make swift attacks and counters, was something to cherish for sure.

"You handled yourself well." The Goliath said as she continued to survey the area, watching as the fires which engulfed at least one pine began to die away. "I noticed the Goblins on my own journey throughout this part of Faerun, especially this far west. I think something may have pushed their numbers this way, but unsure of what." Vah'lux shook her head. "Most likely greed if you ask me. They are a race of scavengers above all else, and where there are numbers in their ranks, there's bound to be trouble on the horizon."


[System]
Sol Grim
Occupation: Lawyer

Name: Kelsey Larson
Dallen's daughter. Student.

Name: Lucille "Lucy" Carlson
Dallen's girlfriend. Lawyer.

Name: Riley Nelson
Dallen's partner and friend. Lawyer.

Court house lead security officer.

Court house security guard.

One of the cafeteria room survivors. There on misdemeanor charges. Steel worker.

The little girl that that was stuck in the cabinet.

Student at Romero high school.

Football quarterback at Romero High

Pastor of the church

Leader of the Ranger Station group

Ranger station member

Bartender. Ranger station member.

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"We got the girl, Dallen's dead," Briggs confirmed into the radio. "Heading back up to you now..."

"-Dallen's alive, he's...killing them-" Steven said back, he was 35 floors above them watching their every move on the security monitors.

"What are his chances?" Briggs asked, a confused look on his face.

"-...He's killing all of them...-"

"Open the door!"

...

Dallen crawled his way out from under the dead bodies, pushing each one aside until he was finally free. As he stood, he noticed none of the undead paid any attention to him. He was covered, suit and tie and all, from head to toe in blood and guts. The scent blended him in with the walkers, allowing him to sneak up behind each one and stab them in the brain.

Briggs came back into the room that just moments ago was seemingly lost. He blew the heads off of a few more walkers, until finally they were all dead. The room was clear.

"Thought you were dead," Briggs said to Dallen, a smirk on his face.

 "This hides our scent,"  Dallen said seriously about his blood and guts camo, not even contemplating the thought of actually being torn apart. Everything happened so fast, he didn't have time to think about any of it.  "We can now leave this place, when we need to. The building is ours again."

Steven wasted no time. He quickly switched the comms on and told everyone through the loudspeaker the good news. "We have the building back," he spoke. "I repeat, the building is ours!"

While the many people on the 32nd through the 34th floors celebrated the news, it was time they all had to make a choice. Over the course of the day and night, it was known to everyone that in the morning a split would occur. Judge Williams had deemed this building to be her new home, and most everyone else agreed. Here, they all figured they might last for a long time, scavenging outside when needed. This was to be their base. The few that decided to leave, they would get their chance. The gates would be open for them, and they would be allowed to return with their loved ones if they could. They all had until the next morning after that, 24 hours to return. After that mercy, the Judge stating the doors would be closed for good no matter what. All reserved supplies would be for the people of the court house.

The lawyer cleaned himself up the best he could in a washroom, luckily having the luxury of a shower via the basement generators. He obtained a new suit and tie as well, as many lawyers used to change and leave their belongings stored away. His new suit was all black.

"Dallen, you know what it's like out there," Lucy told him. "I want to find Kelsey too, but it's too dangerous. We need you here, you've already proven your worth to these people."

 "You're telling me to abandon my daughter?"  was the reply.

"No...it's...we need to think about our own survival now," she said. "Everything changes now."

 "You do that, I'm going to find my little girl."

Day 3 10:00 am: Departure

Those who would be allowed to leave all met in the elevator, after saying their farewells. Riley escorted him out down through the hallway, reminding him that he had exactly 24 ours from now to find her and bring her back. With a pat on the back, he entered the lift and they parted ways. The elevator lowered down to the lower floors, stopping to pick up all of those who would also leave.

In the meanwhile, jobs were already given to the people by the third day. Everyone seemed to be on board with each other for the most part, and so those staying here all took part in the various tasks. From the storage of goods, ammo, and foods, to the fortification of the building, the SOS signs painted up on the roof, and other various jobs.

It all had a promise to it, which was why Dallen planned on coming back. The only reason to leave this safe haven, he thought, would be if the military started bombing them. Which was a real possibility, but with the fleeing of all the helicopters from the area, it felt moreso as if this city had been abandoned to its fate.

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It amazed her to see how quickly most of the people in the building had given up. Thinking that as soon as the doors would open the majority of them would flock back to their families, she was shocked that more than a few—even the ones that had been protesting—had elected to stay inside, afraid of stepping foot past the doors in the lobby.

Elizabeth was not one of them. She needed to leave. She needed to find some way to check on her son. Ava was another one choosing to leave, the woman having her own family to get back to. The one person that probably surprised her was Tyler. Thinking that maybe he would be too scared, she was shocked when he stated he wasn't going to be locked in again and was getting out while he could. Even though he didn't have family to get back to—and Elizabeth doubted he had any friends, either—the bachelor would have rather taken his chances locked in his own apartment.

The most controversial decision, however, was the little girl. After being saved, she'd stuck close to Elizabeth and the others like glue and when it came time for everyone to figure out what they were doing, once they made their choice she piped up, "I'm going, too."

It created more chaos as people claimed it was too dangerous for her to go out there. The adults intimidated her as they hovered over her saying, "Oh, no. It's too dangerous for you. You need to stay here."

But Elizabeth noticed that she as a strong little girl. Whenever she felt scared or overwhelmed, she reached out to hold her hand, but she stayed steadfast in her decision. "No. I need to find my daddy," she told them all. The firm tone sounded odd in her sweet high-pitched voice.

Knowing that she'd just lost her mother, she could understand why she'd want to leave and find the only other parent she had left. As everyone argued over what should be done, Elizabeth said, "I'll make sure she finds her father." Happy to find someone on her side, the little girl hugged her leg.

Those leaving all gathering at the elevator, they were given a brown paper bag with 24 hours worth of rations. They were allowed to come back within 24-hours if they changed their minds, but the Judge made it clear no one would be allowed entry after that point. Not planning to come back, it wasn't wasn't an issue for Elizabeth though Tyler looked as though he had doubts before getting on the elevator.

Out of all of them, Erin, the little girl looked the happiest. She stood beside Elizabeth, her hand in one hand and the brown paper bag in the other one. "It reminds me of the lunches we had on our field trip to the orchard," she said happily, tilting her head back to look up at her.

"Oh yeah?" Elizabeth asked, giving her all her attention. "Did you have fun?"

Scrunching her nose up, she shook her head as she remembered it. "Not really. It was just a bunch of trees and Billy Mitchell kept pulling my hair on the bus."

When the elevator doors opened to let them out and they all stepped off, they said their goodbyes. Tyler was first with a heartfelt goodbye for Ava thanking her for all her help. Just when Elizabeth thought she might miss him a little bit he turned to her and said a curt, "Farewell, Lizzy. I hope to never see you again."

Rolling her eyes as he walked away, her response was a little too late and she had to yell across the room, "Yeah, well, the feeling's mutual!" After she was done huffing, she turned to Ava to give her a hug and say goodbye. The woman bent down to give Erin one as well which she returned.

Once it felt like everyone was gone, she looked back at Erin who stared expectantly up at her with her big brown eyes. "Where do you think we might find your father?"

The girl perked up happily. "He's a teacher," she responded excitedly. "He teaches older kids."

"So a school," she stated. Erin gave an eager nod. "Shouldn't be too hard."

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"Romero high school. Home of the Wildcats," Dallen stated. Where Dallen's daughter was, where Erin's father probably was. It was a destination, and it was all that Dallen was focused on at this point. He thought that it was foolish for the others to leave on their own, but luckily the undead in the area had dispersed. They all now knew these things could be killed and how to, and of the various things that distract them, but they were still fast and never tiring.

"I'm heading that way," Dallen said. He lit up a cigarette and started walking.

There were enormous skyscrapers surrounding them, shadowing the entire city within a few miles. The middle school was a few blocks left off of mainstreet, which was entirely possible to reach and get back to the court house building in 24 hours. So long as the dead was in hiding, they might even be able to find a few more survivors, if there were any.

It wasn't long before they heard a scream. Just a block away, they met Ava once again. She locked herself in a random Ford Taurus while a walker scratched at the window from the outside. With a sigh, Dallen approached and killed the thing, using his knife and sticking it through the back of its' head.

"That didn't take long," he said as he freed her from her own cell.

"Guys..." Erin calmly said, her voice faint.

"Sorry, I should've been more careful," she said, taking a quick second to recollect herself. "It just, came at me so fast."

"We should stay together this time," Dallen said. "Help me get my daughter back, and I will help you find whoever you need to find."

"...guys!"

Before Ava could nod her head in agreement, Erin spotted a few of the undead turning the corner. Behind them, a horde. They were roaming through the city at random, some of their faces still fresh while others were covered in blood and gore. As the dead turned the corner, they spotted the group. One of them houled a blood curdling scream deep through the air and city, the message clear: Food.

"Run!" Dallen yelled. He led the way, taking the group through an alleyway and out the other side. They ran through some markets, then through a building, until they came out in town square. Dallen stopped dead in his tracks as he realized he had just led them all to their demise.

The undead were on both sides of them, and soon enough were at the front and back. There was a slight chance for an escape route, however Dallen thought about it too long and the chance was gone. The horde moved in, some running at them, others hobbling or crawling as fast as they could.

Dallen looked at Elizabeth with defeat in his eyes, realizing that this was the end. They were foolish to think they could make it out here, even for just 24 hours. There was no way his daughter had survived this, or anyone for that matter. They were all dead, or close to it. The dead and the dying.

"Look!" Erin said, pointing at the sewer entrance under the curb. It was small, but wide enough for them to slip through one by one. Wasting no time, Dallen ran up to it and stood guard. "Go!" he yelled. Ava joined him and the pair started firing at the oncoming horde.

Erin slipped through the sewer entrance with ease, though her landing on the other side wasn't perfect. She tripped and landed facefirst, scratching up her forearms and a bit of her chin. She ignored her own pain as she turned to help Elizabeth get down the sewer as well.

"Ava, your turn!" Dallen said, he ran out of ammo and tossed the gun. Using his knife, he killed another walker and pushed it aside. Ava was grabbed, she wrestled with the walker a bit, before shoving it off. Another was quickly on her, but before she was bit she still managed to free herself.

Dallen had a choice. Risk his life for Ava, or protect it by going to the sewers. There was only a moment's notice before they were completely surrounded on all sides, town square belonged to the dead. He leapt out of the way of an attack, almost fully sliding into the sewer grain. He pushed with everything he had until he was completely through, falling to the other side with the others.

"Elizabeth-" Ava said as she rushed to the sewer immediately after Dallen. She too made it, reaching her hands through for help as she tried desperately to force her way in. The dead were already on her from the other side, though, as they tore their fingers and teeth into her back. Her body covered the entire sewer entrance, blocking the dead from entering.

Erin watched in utter horror as the poor woman was screaming for her life right in front of them. Blood started pouring out of her mouth as her innerds were devoured. The walkers huddled around her corpse continuously ate and picked at her flesh, ripping it entirely from her back revealing her spine and organs. It was a painful and slow death, one that put Dallen almost into shock. It took him a few moments before he could regain control of himself again, and then he covered Erin's eyes.

"Keep moving," he told them. "Just keep moving."

Anyone who knew the area above like he did, knew which direction to take even underground. The pipes all lined parallel with the streets. He still led them to the high school, the three of them quiet as they moved on


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

Cybernetics:
* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.
* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.
* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.

Backstory:
Freyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.

Her mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.

Before she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.

Freyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.

Her mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.

In her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.

She quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.

It was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.

After Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.

It was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.

What can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.

Security forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone.

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The creatures disappeared in the massive ball of plasma-fire as it filled the narrow space. 595 fired her pistol gleefully into the inferno, until all three of the beasts charged out of the maelstrom.

They were closer now, and coated in plasma. They screamed and chittered, rushing forward with their front halves raised to trample them. The creatures were bigger than both of the soldiers, and angrier too now.

[Assistant]
Rareth quickly moved her fusion cannon to her back as the creatures emerged from the cloud of plasma. Visual scans showed their shells were melting, but not quickly. Its composition appeared to be closer to that of rock than chitin, hence the heat resistance. It would not be immune, but another approach might be more effective, not that there were too many choices for Rareth. By the time her weapon was away, the first creature was already close upon her.

Rather than run or dodge, Rareth elected to meet her foe head-on. She modulated her shields to their normal state before rushing forward herself at one of the creatures. When the pair met, the sound was like a clash of titans. Metal struck stone, and they both stopped one another in their tracks. To avoid being pushed back, Rareth had to dig her feet into the ground, cracking the stone underneath her and pushing her feet into the cavern floor itself. The stone insect was massive, but so too was Rareth's strength.

As they pushed against one another, Rareth gripped the beast's mandibles from the inside as it tried to close them around Rareth's head, while she pushed outward to stop them…then start prying them apart. Far from her usual military professionalism, Rareth let out her own bestial roar as she pushed back, then steadily lifted up the insect. It took considerable exertion even for her, but while still gripping its mandibles as handholds, she turned and pushed all of her strength at once into throwing the creature. She sent it through the air and slammed its full weight into a second creature that had tried rushing past her towards the Agent.

[User]
595 ran through the gap Rareth had created past the first two creatures. With the ease of someone who practiced weapon assembly in their sleep, she attached her energy dagger to the front of her spook pistol like a bayonet while on the move.

The third beast was advancing more slowly and cautiously, but lifted up it's impressive head and lunged for her as she approached head-on. The agent turned on a coin, juking around the massive pincers. She skirted the cavern wall, pushed off of a stalagmite with one foot and landed on the creature's armoured back.

The thing chittered manically and bounced from one side of its legs to the other, trying to throw her off. But 595 perched in place, one hand gripping the edge of it's armour plating to stabilise her footing. Picking her moment, she clambered forward until she was right behind the creature's head. She could hear that it was spitting acid at Rareth while trying to throw her off, and could see the other creatures had untangled in quick time.

595's suit identified two potential weak points to try. The first was on the sides near it's legs and the second was underneath the armour plating on its head. From where she stood, the agent could see a crack in it's armour where two plates overlapped on the back of its 'neck'. This seemed like the most promising bet to her.

Using her bayoneted pistol with both hands like a shovel, 595 reached up and jammed the energy blade between the two plates repeatedly, firing her pistol until she suddenly it was stuck. She kept firing. The creature screamed and rolled over suddenly, taking the agent with it.

[Assistant]
Rareth had to decide quickly how to follow through. The Agent rushed one of the creatures, and she did not have time to concern herself with whether or not the Human would succeed. The Agent had insisted upon coming along, so it was her fault if she could not hold her own. Just a few seconds after throwing the creature, Rareth rushed after it to press the advantage.

The creature Rareth had thrown fared better than the one she had struck with it. There was quite a distinctive sound to their shells cracking against one another. The one underneath had been crushed between the the ground and the weight of the other insect, and so was squirming from its injuries. Although, neither were close to death. The top creature started to rear up again, which was met by Rareth charging straight into it to slam it up against the wall of the cave. The one on the ground would surely be scrambling to turn on her soon, and the other had already struck her shields with acid, but she had a few seconds, at least, to deal with the one in her grip.

Rareth pressed her hand against the equivalent of the creature's throat to hold it up against the wall for a moment as she reared her hand back. Its legs tried scratching at her armor while its mandibles snapped loudly at the air, but there was nothing to stop Rareth pulling back for one, good punch. One punch that landed with all the strength her body could produce. One punch that shattered the stone shell just below its neck, pierced through the soft tissue, broke out of the shell on the far side, and finally smashed part of the cavern wall behind it.

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595's suit alarms pinged as the massive centipede rolled her flat. "Pressure warning. Twenty eight thousand kilopascals. Please remove..-" The Agent left her pistol lodged in the thing's head and pushed against the thing's body with both her arms and legs. Her grunt of exertion turned into a shout as its mass gradually began rolling off the other side.

The beast must have sensed it was going to flip back over, because it decided to right itself. The roll accelerated rapidly, with 595 providing more encouragement as she freed her right arm and leg. It's head crushed the wedged pistol against the floor, driving the bayonet and barrel deep into the soft tissue.

The centipede gurgled, thrashing about desperately as it completed the roll. 595 didn't waste time, jumping to her feet and leaping onto its neck again. She hung on for dear life, yelling angrily as the creature careened around the narrow passage. They crashed against a wall and clung on by virtue of the bayonet stuck in it's armour. She yanked it out and shoved her hand in the cavity instead.

Suddenly, she could feel the thing's primitive thoughts and feelings, it's pain and drive to protect the hive. She grasped her hand around that consciousness and squeezed like she'd been taught, all those years ago. Their mouths opened simultaneous and the same incandescent burst emitted from both. And then, the centipede disintegrated into a heap of black particles with one last screech and 595 disappeared in a flash of light.

[Assistant]
Rareth quickly pulled her hand from the screaming, squirming creature and tossed it aside with the hope that the wound would be enough to incapacitate or kill it. What demanded more of her attention than the creatures was the incomprehensible occurrence with the Agent. Even with her many, many years of experience, she was not quite certain what had transpired. It was a definite reminder that this place was not reality, no matter how convincing it seemed. The creature, by whatever means, disappeared into ash, and Rareth lost 595 in a flash of light that even her own sensors did not adjust to in time.

The third creature, in the time it was given, did manage to recover from the hit it took and turn on Rareth. It lunged at her, slamming her back against the cave wall with its mandibles latched firmly around her torso. The insect squeezed to try and crush her body between them, but Rareth seemed to have an almost apathetic calm about her. She looked down on it as if it was a nuisance, as she had felt the strength of their mandibles herself during the first attack. She knew well that her armor could hold up long enough for her to take the time to deploy the particle cannon in her right arm, stuff the barrel into its mouthparts, and fire down the length of its body. What happened to the agent was far more interesting to her than killing simple insects.

[User]
She opened her eyes slowly, blinking in the light. She could see her own bare hands laying on a moss-strewn stone floor in front of her. Pushing down on the floor, she rose to her knees. Her breath billowed away from her in clouds of vapour. She groggily looked around, trying to focus on her surroundings.

She was in a vast square pergola. Detailed stone pillars surrounded her, holding up a heavy roof. Icy wind howled through the gaps between pillars, dredging up constellations of dust from the floor and whipping the sconced torches into long thin needles of fire. In front of her, up a few steps, was an exquisite throne.

Something was sitting there, but she couldn't see what. Rays of light blinded her when she tried, like how she imagined looking at a sun would feel. "Tell me." a voice commanded, in a strange language that she somehow understood. She tried to clamp her mouth closed, but the words forced their way out. Long streams of them in the same tongue.

Her back stiffened and her face rose to stare at the ceiling as information poured out of her mouth. She tried to hold onto what it all meant, but it's meaning slipped from her grasp as quickly as it'd arrived. Despite the freezing wind, she was sweating.

She flitted in and out of consciousness, but eventually the talking stopped. She collapsed onto the floor, face to the ground. A cool hand stroked her forehead, like she imagined a mother would've done. "Shhh...shhh." the voice soothed. She slept.


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Appearance: Standing at a little over 5'11" (though he'll snap at you if you claim he's any less than 6 feet) and weighing in at about 140 pounds, Max has a lean, but not quite physically ideal, build. His face still looks relatively boyish for his age, accentuated by the implied immaturity of his persistently messy ash brown hair. His eyes might've once been a lively and piercing blue, but now they're subdued by the empty blankness of his stare; as if passion had been drained out of him entirely aside from the occasional glint of anger or sadness. He typically adorns his attire with some form of metal, if not outright armor, due to the nature of his magical affinity, and favors catalysts or casting implements that that cling to his person without fear of being disarmed or stolen in a fight.

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Element: Metal

Personality: In a word: bitter. Bitter at vampires for forcing him into what he sees as slavery. Bitter at humanity for allowing themselves to be collectively held hostage in order to control mages. Bitter at other mages for not rising up against their vampiric masters in spite of the cost. He maintains an air of cool politeness when decorum demands such, but can be quite irritable otherwise and rarely hesitates to take verbal jabs at others. When regarding vampires, his demeanor ranges from guarded, but amiable, to as outright hostile as he can feasibly act in such a scenario; depending on the attitude of the vampire in question. In general, however, he's rather sullen and resigned to his fate; any outrage he may have once felt is now dulled a quiet seething. As such, his bark is generally worse than his bite, and though he may complain, he's still willing to play the role of obediant vampire slave for lack of another option. Ironically enough, his detest for weakness pushes him to excel in that role as much as possible, despite it benefitting his oppressors.

Bio: Max grew up an only child within the territory of a highly traditionalist vampire noble, and as such spent his childhood in fear of being drunk like a juice pouch in the night. He'd witnessed the brutal exsanguination of people in his hometown written off as an unfortunate accident many times throughout his life, with the ruling count and his vassals rarely facing any sort of formal punishment for their sport hunting. In his hotheaded teenage years, once he was old enough to understand what was happening, Max was utterly appalled by the state of society and frequently argued with his parents' assertions of "That's just the way things are". Gradually, he grew to resent what he perceived as their weakness for not taking a stand; an animosity that eventually extended to almost the entire human race. Upon his Awakening, he was elated; magic was a power that could oppose and even kill vampires. Naturally, this delusion of grandeur was ended quickly by the reality of being a mage - a glorified piece of cattle for some upstart vampire to order around and drink from. Recently, he set his sights on Noila Academy in pursuit of magical instruction, believing that the accumulation of power is paramount if he's to cling to any hope of having freedom.

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Likes: Long walks in the sunlight (if only out of spite), Advancing his magical abilities, Bluntness, Defiance of authority, Sleeping

Dislikes: Weakness in himself or others, Vampires (as a whole - his opinions on individuals are subject to case-by-case decisions), Overly-fake people, Restrictions on his actions

Habits:
* Has a tendency to be rude whenever he can get away with it (and when he can't, albeit the rudeness is usually veiled a bit in those cases), even to people that would generally be undeserving of such an attitude.
* Generally punctual and attentive, despite a feigned dismissive demeanor.
* Avoids eye contact with vampires on principle, out of fear of hypnotism rather than submission or awkwardness.

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Goodness gracious. Ben thought he had already met his fair share of mad men and unbalanced women, but Countess Marivaldi took the entire bottle and not only ran with it but she high tailed it to the moon. Were it any other setting he would have thought this entire dinner was just the setup for a joke. Geoffrey did love the occasional prank but even he would have questioned the extent of the countess' imagination. She gave him too much credit; he wasn't aware it was possible to fabricate a meeting such as theirs. The only comfort giving to him is at the very least she gave him reasons aplenty to steer clear, even if he needed to have a stern word with his mage if there's any possibility of an inappropriate relationship between the two.

It had been some time since Ben had a look of pure exasperation and confusion, aimed properly at the Countess'...'look'. It was amusing to hear her try to reprimand him but the problem with that was that she held nothing over him. Fortunately, Count Sinnenodel gave him reasons aplenty to ignore the countess' rambling and focus his attention to the unfortunate target of the count's derision. It would strike a cord of pity if it hadn't been so glaringly obvious that the Sinnenodel had timed his speech precisely so the poor mage would get to hear every one of his faults exposed. The villains of bedtime stories are less subtle than this, Ben thought. No wonder he struggles training Aaron so.

Ben had chosen to take his drink from Aaron wordlessly; drawing attention would only embarrass the mage more than needed. The scent of the blood was stronger than most, an unusual scent accompanied by an unusual taste. He had heard stories on how different Starag blood compared to most but even those tales fell short of the real thing. He frowned to himself as he set the glass down. Perhaps his patience had already been run ragged by the frivolous countess but it had reached a curious point by the time the count finished speaking. At this point he was convinced this entire dinner was a joke indeed; aside from an interesting collection of blood flavors, his time would have been better spent elsewhere.

The night is nearly done, may as well finish with a quip or two.

"Now, now, Count Sinnenodel, you mustn't blame yourself so. It has only been three months since Her Highness has given you Mr. Starag, Ben said. "If this is your way of asking for help, however, I'm sure Count Astorio would be more than pleased to offer a suggestion or two."

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There was a tightness within Salems chest as the invitations went out. Hia first thought was finding it rude to simply invite two people present as opposed to waiting for the dinner to be over and then speaking to them then. His second thought was once the invitations were actually extended towards all present in the room. Wanting to be invited to an event and wanting to go to one were two very different things. The tightness grew as he looked over towards an excited Lilie, raving about making something for the event, just before Aaron spoke up to see if his leash would be long enough to attend. Silence clung to the room it seemed as neither Max nor him responded to the invite. The pressure almost goading the other into a game of chicken in who would decline first, but Maxs answer never came. It was then that Salem realised the tightness building up within him was a held breath.

When Maddie finally spoke up saying it was OK to decline, Salems shoulders dropped ever so slightly as he used his held breath to speak his next sentence. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but to be frank parties such as this aren't really my thing. I prefer to host them rather than be a guest. Otherwise I feel I need to stay guarded more so than usual. Please extend my appreciation for the invitation to Kanalie and my regrets that I couldn't make it. Though if Lilie would have it, perhaps I could help with what she's making, maybe send off a bundle of tea to pair with it or if given the time I could help grow some of thr ingredients so that they're as fresh as can be."

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It was a good thing Aaron left the room when he did, if Max had to watch him and Lilie make fuck-me eyes at each other any longer he might've had to leave himself. As if he needed another reason to avoid that stupid fucking party, they'd probably be all over each other the moment they got drunk and thrown in a room with no vampires together. Then who was he supposed to talk to? He was already not a fan of this Madison girl and he doubted her friend Cannoli was any better, especially if they were all mutual buddies with the Retriever. He had to admit, though, he was surprised anyone could pull women by playing the cello of all things; what a fruity instrument.

Maddie turning the conversation on him and Salem barely registered until the plant mage started his anxious word vomit. The invitation seemed more aimed at the lovebird and her loyal pooch, and Max had never felt pressured to attend something in his life that didn't involve someone explicitly forcing him to go. He rolled his eyes rather blatantly; the fact that he was even expected to dignify that with a response was almost insulting. Maybe new girl wasn't familiar with his mannerisms well enough yet, but Salem should know better.

"Yeah, I'll pass. Don't know anyone there and definitely don't wanna end up roped into some obligatory gift basket crap," Max vocalized plainly. Why Salem was so eager to throw tea leaves at a party he wasn't even attending was beyond him; maybe he thought he had to bribe her to leave him out of it. Who the hell even drinks tea at a party, anyway? Max fully intended to spend Moon's Mirror the same way he spent every night, unless Eris had the gall to drag him off to some asinine event to show off. He was certain the actor had plans, though if everyone else's mage was off for the night, Max might get away with dodging a role as show puppy altogether.

Speaking of Eris, the level of irritating in this parlor was starting to exceed Max's patience, which meant sunrise must surely be soon. Cinnamon wasn't stupid enough to plan his event so poorly that his guests would have to be escorted out in wheeled boxes to keep the light away, so hopefully Aaron lingering like a tool meant the leeches were about to be dismissed. It was a good sign that he was taking longer than he did with the last few tastings, unless the good count decided he needed a spontaneous shoe shine. Quite frankly, he wanted to rip this tie off and not have to deal with one again for a solid few months.


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Nickname: Nat but only certain people get away with calling her that

Species: human/hunter

Age: 24/about to turn 25

Birthday: November 4th

Appearance:

She has long brunette hair that has a natural wave to it as well as always being side parted and hazel brown eyes. Almost always sports a smokey eye look with nude lipstick (or a tinted lip balm). She gets teased for it but she doesn't care. Her outfit includes her beloved biker jacket that is always at least a size too big for her, but it makes it all the more comfortable. She always wears racer back vests with black jeans and beaten up old combat boots that she refuses to replace. She'd rather get them get resolved than change them completely and go through the pain of breaking in new boots. She sometimes wears a couple of necklaces round her neck but not always, depends on the job and her mood and sports an anti possession tattoo on her left collarbone like her brothers do.

Sexuality- straight and single. Relationships get in the way in her mind.

Height- 5'7"

Right or left handed: left

Scars: a couple of large ones on her back, going diagonally across from her right shoulder blade down toward her left side of her natural waist.

Personality: sassy, snarky but loyal to those she let's in emotionally. Quirky at times and old school in her professional life.

Relation to characters (optional): half sister, John is her biological father.

Bio: The younger sister of the Winchester boys whom she only met much later in life. They collided on a hunt that the boys were doing at the asylum she was in, and from there learned they were all blood related via their father John.

Natalia was brought up by her adoptive parents Kara and Harry whom were scared of her by the time she was a teenager. They thought she was insane and put her in a hospital for the insane, as she would have visions in her nightmares of her birth father fighting all things that go bump in the night, making her want to sneak out at night to try and get answers on what they meant. Little did she know it was all a ploy by Hell and a demon named Azazel to get her committed so the wheels would begin turning for her meeting her real family, to play mind games with the winchester boys.

She was ready to escape one night when she was in her early twenties, when Azazel of all people went to break her out by letting her out of her room, setting in motion for her to collide with the brothers in her escape attempt, whilst all hell broke lose in the asylum with a wraith. Her relationship with the boys wasn't plain sailing at first. Dean didnt trust her at all. He was convinced for months that she was a fraud until Sam proved him wrong. She feels this is why she grew much closer to Sam as opposed to Dean, despite having much more in common with Dean. She loves old school rock and roll, she loves to sing and sketch in her downtime if they ever get it or when in the backseat of the impala.

Weapons: firearms of any kind, she's not fussy in the slightest, but likes the convience of handguns as they can be hidden well enough. If it ever calls for it, she enjoys bringing out her compound bow, but it's very rare she gets to use it for ranged attacks. She also likes her arsenal of knives for close melee attacks. She also has the habit of fiddling with her knives if she's restless or impatient over something, or just plain bored. Has left at least two indentations from her knives in every motel room table she's ever sat at.

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MIKA CHAMBERS AND NATALIA WINCHESTER

The moment Mika and Natalia saw him look at Mika as the three important words came out of Mika's mouth, both thought that this might just be the beginning of them all getting through to him. This was so much worse than when Dean and Mika broke up for three years after he beat the living crap out of Ethan all those years ago, and Mika knew it. This verison of Dean was utterly terrifying but she refused to just up and leave him out of her own fear for him, she had to show him that she was with him, even if she became unfaithful thanks to a damn Angel meddling.

Natalia however could feel Dean tightening his grip round the knife which wasn't giving her hope that he would actually let it go but she had to keep trying, she couldn't give up on her brother. She took note of how much Cason was shivering and flinching under Dean's weight and despite all the bravado moments ago, it was clear to Natalia that he was truly shit scared of the man above him.

They both heard Esme also pleading with him to stop and not to go down this road, but the moment Dean glared at Mika.... actually glared at her with his nose bleeding it threw them off guard just enough to make Dean shrug Natalia off of him roughly, making her stumble backwards and onto her ass, failing to get the knife out of his hands. Mika's eyes went wide in fright at the glare Dean gave her. He had never glared at her in that way before, he had never scared her to her core in quite this way before and she didn't know how to react other than slowly and shakily letting go of the sides of his face. "please Dean...come back to me" she mumbled, implying about how he wasn't like himself right now.

The moment he lifted his hand with the knife, she went even wider eyed and before she could stop him, before any of them could stop him, he brought the knife and smashed it into the floor with great force that caused the knife to still shake in the floor. THe sound it made made Mika and Natalia flinch before he got up and stormed off, ignoring every single one of them.

Natalia scrambled back onto her feet, dusting herself down and beginning to head after Dean, pausing beside Esme just long enough to put her hand on the woman's shoulder. "I've got this." she told her then gave Bobby a simple nod toward Mika whilst glancing at him then headed outside to where she knew Dean would be.

Mika didn't know what to do, she felt like thanks to Cupid she really messed things up this time. She was on the ground, her legs bent off to the side, shaking and hugging herself. She couldn't look at Cason on the floor or anyone else in the room as the look Dean gave her still burned into her eyes, haunting her very soul. She couldn't speak or do anything except cry and hug herself.

SAM WINCHESTER

Everything felt so peaceful down in the vault when he was laying with Annabeth when it all kicked off upstairs, making him gently move Annabeth off of him and for him to sit upright, tilting his head to look up out of instinct. "What the hell...?" he muttered in disbelief as he recognised all the voices that were screaming.

Dean was pissed because of something and something he could only imagine that was major which made him wish he could get out of the vault to try and calm his brother down. He could hear his sister and Bobby pleading with Dean loudly to stop and when he heard the word 'killing' come into the equation his eyes went wide.

He got dressed quickly in the hopes that someone would come downstairs and let him out to go after his brother or at least come down to let him know what the hell was going on. He hated that all he could do was listen to the whole storm blow up above him and not do anything to try and help. If he had known that Dean had Ruby's knife to Cason's throat he woiuld have been able to overpower Dean and grab the knife from him.

As the shouting finished, he quickly went over and grabbed his phone, texting Bobby, "Bobby what the hell is going on!?" clicking send, he sighed running his hand through his hair.

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Dean Winchester

Dean shrugged everyone off, stomping off the porch and onto the gravel. He had barely noticed the pain in his nose, as the blood began to dry in the night air, his face a mess. However, as he heard Natalia's footsteps behind him, he knew exactly who was following him, just by her step.

He couldn't believe that Mika would be able to be seduced by someone she barely even knew. At least with Esme, they had a past. They were in love at one point. It made sense that she would be his weakness, considering the lack of closure in their relationship.

Cason was a demon. He was a demon that she barely knew, and Dean only knew in passing, but the guy knew a lot about all of them. The odds that he was fully effected by Cupid was hard for Dean to wrap his head around. He still felt like killing him. Just turning around and marching back into the house, and plunging a knife into his heart.

But for some reason, everyone in the house was protecting Cason, which just made the rage bubble up in his stomach even more. Climbing up onto the trunk of the Impala, he sat panting, and didn't turn to Natalia.

"Go back to the house, Nat…", he said simply, as he stopped short of his Impala, just standing beside it, trying to take deep breaths to calm down from the rage that was still flooding his body, "Now…"

Cason and Bobby Singer

Cason sat up, his body still shaking as Bobby approached him and wrenched his body from the ground, with a slap to his back. Bobby was thankful that Cason was still alive, considering he was the only person in the house who really seemed to know what to do about Angels. He felt his phone vibrate against his side, and quickly pulled it with a hand still on Cason's shoulder.

He flipped it open, tapping Cason and pointing to the couch, which Cason took as instruction and sat.
 "I'll be down in a second…"

He turned from Cason, "You gonna heal?"

Cason simply nodded, and Bobby nodded back, walking toward the stairs of the basement. He approached the door, and turned the heavy wheel, before wrenching the door open.

"So this is where you have been the whole time your brother has been losing his damn mind. What's she doing uncuffed?!", he asked Sam, looking over he and Anna, who was still sitting on the floor, a blanket up around her chest.

Sarah and Violet, hearing Esme screaming, reacted, wanting to protect her and their dad from a possible explosion. Running across the yard, they entered the house, snarling and fighting with each other as they tried to enter at the same time. Eventually, they managed to squeeze past each other, with Sarah hopping up, placing both her paws on Esmes chest to knock her back onto the floor, then placing her body weight against Esmes legs.

Violet ran over to the couch, seeing that Esme was cared for and jumped onto the cushion, curling up on Cason's side, her head on his lap, as if to tell them both to calm down…

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The fact that Dean just knew it was her before he even turned round wasn't of much surprise to her. She may be the newest member of the family in some ways but she had still been around them long enough to have her tells in the ways she walked and such for them to tell when it was her and when it was something/someone else. She knew he was hurting from what happened, but she always knew that him being alone right now wasn't entirely the best idea.

She watched him as he walked toward his impala and was about to go sit ontop of it when he told her to go back inside, then sat on his trunk. "No" she said back to him a lot softer than she had previously spoken to him this evening. She continued walking up to him and sat next to him on his car. "I'm not going anywhere" she added.

"What did they actually do together to make you hulk out like this?" she asked him, keeping her tone softer and more sympathetic towards him. "She does love you Dean, if Cupid wasn't involved she never would have hurt you" she told him, fully believing it as she had seen for herself how good they were. She had only seen the odd little squabble from them since she's been around, but they were always good.

Truth was, as much as what he did disappointed her, she was worried for her big brother. "But if you don't wanna talk, we can just sit here in silence too, whatever works for you. But I am worried about you bro, I really am" she sighed, looking in front of her as she spoke the entire time, her hands interlocked together casually on her legs. She just wanted to help, she didn't want to see her family fall apart around her. She's seen one family of hers fall apart, she didn't want to see this one do the same.

MIKA CHAMBERS

Mika couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't be around everyone that was left in the room as she was aware of Bobby taking his phone out and instructing Cason to go take a seat on the couch whilst he dealt with whatever it was that pulled his attention away from the situation up here in the main room.

The moment Bobby went downstairs, she stood up off the floor and gave Cason an apologetic look. "I-I'm sorry...he found your jacket in my car..." she mumbled to him before making a sharp beeline for the stairs and ran upstairs to her room, skipping every other step as she did so.

In her room, she closed the door, not wanting to even look at Esme, Cason or even attempt to go outside to Dean. She figured being alone in her room was the best place to be as she walked over to her bed, climbed onto it and sat there and sobbed. "Cupid you're such an asshole, I believed you were good....for years I believed in you....now I see you're just another asshole spiritual being" she cried out quietly, even though she had no idea if CUpid was even hovering around still or not.

She just had to get the words of her system. Little did she know that she was going to be the victim to his antics yet again any minute now.

SAM WINCHESTER

WHen Bobby walked down the stairs Sam sighed as he heard the familiar heavy footsteps coming down to the vault. He walked toward the vault door as he waited for Bobby to open it. With it soon open he sighed with relief as Bobby seemed unscathed which then got him worried about what the fight was about.

He looked over at Annabeth then back at Bobby. "I had to so I could help get her cleaned up off the demon blood that she was soaked in and she could change. But she's better Bobby, trust me. She won't run" he reassured him as best as he could.

"More importantly what went on up there!? Why could we hear Dean and Cason and everyone else shouting like banshees?" he asked, not wanting Bobby to change the subject too much.