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Appearance:

Malkai is fairly short, five feet by six inches, and not particularly muscular despite his heritage. His hair is long and braided into dreadlocks, but he's otherwise clean shaven. His body is decorated in scars and tattoos, most of them animal imagery but also words written in Druidic. One word on his right arm spells out "Wild" and another on his left arm is "Fury". While Malkai's attire tends to change based on the situation, he's rarely seen without his mask. It's a "Totem Mask" made of Iron Wood, adorned with horns and tusks. It's a magical mask which alters with Malkai's appearance when he wild shapes (if he do desires), and allows him to communicate in his animal form using the languages he knows.

Malkai's standard dress is hide armor adorned with bones to provide a bit of extra armor. He typically goes shoeless, though he does wear fur-lined leggings to keep his lower body warm. They only go up to his thighs. Malkai has notable sharp claws on his fingers, strong enough to slash his foes, but he also has a greataxe as a personal weapon. Malkai has a dagger made of bone as a backup weapon, and a longbow on the off chance he needs to handle range combat.
Age: 27

Race: Half-Orc

Class: Barbarian/Druid

Biography: Malkai was left in the forest as a child. His mother was a prostitute who had serviced an orcish warrior, and so she left her bastard son to the wilds. The cries of the young babe attracted the attention of wild creatures, and wild elves. These wild elves were a forest people, druids, but not keepers of harmony. No, they were a force of nature. Where some kept peace in their land these elves sought to spread the natural fury of the world upon those who would challenge it. And they sensed that fury within the infant child, who's cries were like a roaring wind; loud and powerful.

Malkai's early childhood was spent as little more than an animal. He learned how to hunt and survive instead of how to read and write. While he eventually learned his naive tongue, he rarely used it to communicate with others, and his charm would leave much to be desired. But he grew strong and tough, at least enough to survive in the wilderness on his own. As he grew older, the druids came back to Malkai, and taught him to tame the beast within him. The druids taught him their ways, their tenants and their powers. Unlike other druid circles they were not bound to nature nor did they fear civilizations; they held no sway over them than they could the winds or storms.

As Malkai grew older and stronger, he too eventually chose to leave the forest and mountains he called home and explored the land, as other druids of his circle often did. He would see the world, both in it's natural and man-made form, and learn that the chaotic forces of nature often manifests itself in strange ways. He gathered fortune and renowned, but in the grand scheme of things he was naught but a single drop in the ocean of the world, a single leaf in a grand tree. So Malkai sought greater challenges, seeking quests and tasks which his skills could conqueror. He wanted to shake up the world.

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What Falchion would find as the bird flew deeper and deeper into the darkness of the hole was the now dead dwarf Jarvis. His body was broken but something was odd. The body was adjusted with it's hands resting on it's chest with his hammer in his hands and his shield beneath him. As if someone put him to rest. The chalice was no where to be seen either. The only thing that could be spotted was the gargoyle that fell with him. Problem was it was cut by some type of sword. Something more to let the others know about. That they were not the only ones in this temple. Someone else was here and who it was was uncertain. However, it did have some respect for the dead however.

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 Up above where the fighting was Vivian had climbed on top of the monsterous spider she had summoned. It had bitten down on the gargoyles head and continued to put pressure on the bite. Vivian rose up a hand and pressed it down on the spider. "Magic Fang!!." Which blessed the spiders fangs giving it more strength until finally the gargoyles head crushed under the weight. With that she turned to see Malkai charging at the gargoyle that cut her off from Catarina. The gargoyle wasn't the only one that found itself impale by him but one other gargoyle tried to intercept despite it being futile. It was crushed under the weight of the mastodon as if it hadn't been there at all. Malkai likely didn't even feel it.

 Surprising they had actually won this fight.... Catarina's opponent had tried to swipe at her. Twice to be exact but her shield deflected the blows and it's point sent the creature back a couple of steps. This process caused it to stumble a little giving her the opening to cut it down with Domina. With that being the last Gargoyle the room was once more quiet. With the remains of the gargoyles strone about. Parts of the interior had also taken damage from the event. Cracks within the wall where the spider had slammed it's opponent into it. A few of the inanimate statues were destroyed caught in the blast of Vivian's fireball. Then there was the path Malkai took to get here.

 Vivian did not care at all about the temples condition. This was a temple of evil after all. She knew her spider would go back to the dimension where it came soon so she slid from atop it and moved to the railing and looked into the hole. She had sighed and wondered if there was a chance the dwarf had survived the fall. She decided not to think about it. Doing so standing here would do no good. She proceeded down the stairs to the lower level where the chalice had been. She noticed that new stairs had formed downward. Meaning there was more to this temple then what was seen from the surface. "How big is this place....."

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Two strikes bounced off Catarina's shield, giving the fighter an opening to impale the beast through the chest with a stab of her sword. The creature came to a halt, possibly dead as she pierced it's heart. But then again, Catarina didn't know if these stony monsters had hearts. Or any organs for that matter. Did they even bleed? She was about to find out. Yanking her sword out forcefully, Catarina spun on her heel and chopped off the Gargoyle's head in a single swing. Sure enough, no blood, just stones. Catarina learned something new today.

Looking back she noticed that Malkai had somehow turned into an elephant. Catarina didn't know much about magic of magecraft, but she was fairly certain that turning into animals were classic druid magic. Malkai didn't strike her as a druid of all things. She'd expect Vivian to be one, what with being an elf, but as Catarina mulled on it for a few more seconds she supposed it should have been obvious. The lack of metal armor, the big bird, the wooden mask. She just dismissed him as a regular barbarian. Granted, she didn't exactly think better of him just because he was a druid. He was still an off-putting man, and now Catarina wondered what other secrets he was holding back. Why couldn't people just be honest with each other?

Regardless, the last of the gargoyles were quickly dispatched with the combined efforts of Vivian's magic spider and Malkai being an elephant. Catarina followed Vivian down the stairs, noticing a new path leading downwards. Catarina would have made a quip insulting the dwarf if she didn't see his body laid up near a corner. It would appear that he had died, and Catarina wasn't one for speaking ill of the dead. Though she was curious: She had imagined that the dwarf would have gone out fighting, weapon in hand and blood all over him, possibly torn to pieces. But right now the dwarf looked rather peaceful, almost as if someone had laid him to rest. It couldn't have been one of them; they were too busy fighting the gargoyles. Was someone else here?

Without the dwarf dismissing her paranoia, Catarina made her thoughts known. "Don't you think it's a bit odd for the dwarf to be laid out like that? I could understand it if one of us had done him those honors, but we were fighting the gargoyles. And those things don't seem to be the type to give much respect to the fallen. You don't... Perhaps someone else is here? Would they also be looking for the chalice?" The fact that the chalice wasn't here made Catarina even more paranoid. Trapping the cup made sense; classic dungeon design right there. Rigging it in such a way that it would be further away once the trap was sprung was also something she expected. But last she checked, they were the only ones here.

Unless... There was another group that had come here before. Catarina tried to wrack of mind to remember if another group had come here by the request of the mage's guild. But Catarina couldn't remember. She was almost certain that the temple had only recently revealed itself, so surely the mage guild wouldn't have already sent people inside before them. And surely they couldn't have come afterwards; the doors had closed on them the moment the chalice was disturbed. but then Catarina remembered that orcish warrior from before. What if she wasn't alone? That would explain why she left the group at night. It wasn't because she was so arrogant that she'd go in alone. But that she already had others waiting for her. So Catarina came to the conclusion that the orc's other party came in here first. That would explain why the orc was found dead, because she triggered a trap that the others would avoid. They likely also avoided the darkmantles by coming in when they were probably asleep or something. Or maybe they were eaten, and now there was only one or two survivors left. They knew they couldn't take the chalice without a trap triggering, and thus they waited for Catarina and the others to activate the trap first, then take the chalice during the confusion.

"We have to hurry! Someone must have taken the chalice!" Jumping to conclusions, Catarina quickly sped herself up ahead of Vivian, though still careful to avoid any more traps in the form of long hallways, trip wires, and pressure plates on the stairs.

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With the last gargoyle down Malkai changed out of his elephant form. He landed on the ground with a thud, but on his feet. Thankfully his wild shape healed his previous wounds, but getting out of wild shape always left him rather breathless. Notably, his formly dark skin tone turned into a pale green. One thing that his wild shape had a habit of doing: returning him to his true form instead of whatever disguise he had before. Malkai didn't notice it himself, and his mask at least kept his more orcish features hidden. But to anyone who could see the color of his arms, Malkai was looking green.

All body parts accounted for Malkai was ready to continue on, hopefully getting the chalice soon. Unfortunately things weren't so simple. Where the chalice once was, a set of stairs took it's place. Jarvis was dead but for some reason laid to rest. He was pretty sure Falchion didn't have the strength to do that, nor did he know how to do that. The bird did return to Malkai with the dwarf's coin pouch however, which he pocketed quietly. And while some of the others might not want to disturb the dead, Malkai had no issues doing so. Jarvis was dead; he wouldn't need his things anymore.

That being said, the only thing Malkai took was his hammer. Not for any sentimental reasons: he intends to sell the weapon or at least make some use of it while he's here. He was tempted to get the dwarf's mythril chain mail, but that would mean he'd have to waste time stripping it off the dwarf's body. Not really something Malkai wanted to do simply because he didn't want to feel up the dwarf. After looting what he could grab easily, Malkai also took the time to don his hide armor. Masterfully crafted from the skins of a various wild animals he's hunted in the past, adorn with harden bones to extra protection, Malkai's barbarian looking armor was deceptively effective. The only issue was that it was better for cold weather instead of hot climates like the desert. But inside this temple, it was actually fairly chilly as there was very little sunlight here. The air was cold and dry.

Once equipped Malkai followed the girls down the stairs, figuring that the chalice somehow managed to get down there. Catarina's paranoia began to sprout, but Malkai was inclined to believe, partially anyways. True, none of the three were there to give Jarvis an honorable burial (Not that leaving him to rot is very honorable by any extent, but then again they didn't even do that much). But the idea that someone else was here before them seemed rather ridiculous. Because why would they be here? If they were after the chalice, then they should have already gotten it yesterday while the rest slept. Even if they knew the chalice was trapped and touching it would trigger the gargoyles, why would they want to run further into the temple where they no doubt will be killed by the mysterious things below, instead of simply stealing it, hiding, and waiting for the party to go past them before bolting for the door? No, Malkai didn't believe Catarina's worries about someone else being here.

That's not to say he didn't think no one took it. If there were gargoyles here, there are likely other immortal servants who knew that when the entrance was opened, the chalice had been found. They must have taken it during the fight, and fled down stairs. Malkai didn't really care for Catarina's stupidity, but after the lost of Alyssa and Jarvis, their party was dwindling dangerously. So Malkai had to catch up to Catarina and stop her before she went too far.

"Calm down you fool. You will end up like the dwarf if you continue to act so brazenly. It's likely that the further below is where a greater power then the gargoyles we faced lay. Something directly related to the chalice, likely some sort of demon of this temple's god. You will die if you face it alone, and you certainly will if you run into every trap between here and the chalice. Without Alyssa we have no way to reliably find and disarm traps, so stay. With. The party." Malkai let Catarina go to make the choice herself. She can either do as he says and stay with the group, or continue to act on her paranoia and run off ahead. Malkai said his piece, and thus it was now Catarina's choice.


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Age: 24
Archon of: Air

Physical Attributes
Apearance: The first apparent thing about Derek is that he is quite thin. At 6 feet and 140 pounds, he is fairly bony. He keeps his hair fairly short, and generally carries himself with a confident stride.
Physical Weaknesses: Because of his lack of muscle mass, Derek is unable to make bursts of strength. He also is not very durable, and can't take many hits before going down.
Physical Strengths: Derek is incredibly quick and agile. Having grown up as a thief, he was forced to learn to be mobile. He also has incredible reaction time, and has fairly good aim.

Mental Attributes
Personality: If Derek can be summed up in one word, he is headstrong. He has a history of reckless behavior, and is hard to be swayed from a course of action. He also can be fairly impish, and isn't above pulling a joke over on someone. However, he is good at heart, and will do what he think is right, even if it interferes with a carefully laid plan.
Likes: Practical jokes, stealing from rich, time with friends, Painting
Dislikes: Self-righteousness, hot weather, Being ordered around
Phobias: Losing his Freedom, Letting his friends down, Dying

Background
Biography: Derek was raised in the mega city of Neo-Seattle. As a young child, he lived with his parents. His mother had inherited a large wealth, and his father, secretly the Archon of air, was also a bit of a tinkerer. Derek spent the early years of his life learning from his father. He was taught how to tinker himself, and learned some basic acrobatics. When he was eight, a bomb went off at his home, destroying everything and everyone inside except a few of his father's relics. Fortunately, Derek was not there at the time. With only a few of his father's relics, and none of his mother's wealth, Derek was left to fend for himself on the streets. During this time, he found that he was an excellent thief. In the years since then, he has become the finest thief in Neo-Seattle.

Combat Information
Typical form of combat: Midrange, Hit and Run
Preferred Team Role: Scout, Fast attack
Weapon:
Derek wields twin pistols owned by his father. When controlling his power, he can fire condensed air blasts that shred his enemies as well as regular bullets.

Unique Equipment: A prototype glider created by his father, which he stores in a backpack. He can use his power to fly with this glider.

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Maya frantically clasped her arms around Calvin's waist to keep from flying off the back as the motorcycle revved to life and lurched forward, spinning a spray of gravel into the air behind it. Her stomach twisted in knots as they raced across the rugged terrain. She wasn't particularly fond of trusting a stranger to drive her, especially when they were zipping along at an unsettling speed. She felt as though one slight bump in the road might send her crashing into the darkness. She clenched her eyes shut to block out the dust and wind. Over the loud engines, the Water Archon picked up bits and pieces of conversation –something about navigational plan and flipping-a-bitch. I better not be the bitch they're flipping…whatever that means.

 After what felt like days, the bikes finally slowed as they approached and entered a large hanger. The harsh glow of artificial light greeted the scout troupe. White light bled into the black abyss outside and quickly dissipated into the shadows. With some help from Calvin, Maya eagerly hopped off the motorcycle. Her legs wobbled slightly beneath her as blood circulation returned to her lower extremities. Maya quickly resumed her regal demeanor with head held high and shoulders pushed back. She tugged at her jacket, straightening it out in a formal fashion and then brushed her fingers through her wind-whipped hair in attempt to loosen the tangles. She brushed dirt off of her leggings while gazing around the vast building, checking for any impending threats. People meandered about, but she could not immediately pick out a man in charge, or at least, that was until a masked teenage boy with unnaturally bright orange hair waltzed right up to her.

 "Welcome to the Circus, miss. I'm Fuma. Who might you be?" inquired the lad. Even though Maya couldn't see through the black and white mask, she sensed that the boy was smiling. His appearance left her momentarily speechless. For once, someone else's hair outmatched hers in ridiculousness.

 "Hello Fuma," she greeted slowly, making more eye contact with Fuma's hair than eyes (or eye holes for that matter), "My name is Qiada Maya Lavandula, but please, just call me Maya. So, uh, could you please direct me to whoever is in charge around here?"

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Calvin goes about debriefing his team to preserve order of events, and promptly returns the Roamer bikes back to their assigned stations. Without the presence of the many officers, Fuma senses the interaction seem to relax. At least, for him it seemed that way. He observes the woman's expressions and posture as she takes in his appearance. Yeah... He knows he looks different. But he always assumed it was a generally non-threatening appearance at the very least.

 "Hello Fuma," the lady finally spoke, and more sighed out the words rather than said them.

She's still staring at me funny... I understand, but wow. She's more confused than Selah was.

 "My name is Qiada Maya Lavandula, but please, just call me Maya. So, uh, could you please direct me to whoever is in charge around here?"

Whoops, she continued. Ummmm Kaida Maya Lava Plooda- crap I wasn't paying attention. This is awkward. Fuma straightens a bit as she clarifies her shorter name, and poses the question of authority. Well that's interesting, typically they want to avoid the highest level of authority on this planet. The attentions of "the boss" are not something to be treasured or longed for. It's a brutal reality, that everyone is a pawn to be used and discarded. If no one notices you, you can't be discarded. It's a fine art, the ability of being average. Don't be so good as to get noticed, but don't be so BAD you get noticed. A game of push and pull, success and failure, that must cancel out until your existence is simply erased. No impact whatsoever. It's rumored to be a nice feeling, but Fuma wouldn't know anything of the sort.

 "Good to finally meet you, Miss Maya. The scouts certainly took their time escorting you- and CALVIN didn't even give you a jacket on the ride here... Unacceptable. Well, at the very least I should answer your question. The authority figure of which you seek, would be me."

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Derek had never been one for AR goggles. In his personal opinion, they limited his awareness a bit. Back in his early days, the HUD had a tendency to block key details that could alert him to pursuers. However, when it came to gathering info on the fly of a job, there was nothing superior. Besides, he could always just take them off in a bind. And his lack of information was his biggest challenge here. Looking out at the Rashin research station, a ping appeared in the top left of his visor, indicating active comms.

"Never seen you wheel and deal with our 'friends' so quickly, Derek. You're really serious about this, aren't you?" Myles intoned.

Derek put two fingers between the crease between his neck and chin. His usual communicator had been swapped out with a sub-vocal model. "I did the prep work for this job in three hours, friend. That's probably my new record. Am I serious?" Derek was normally sarcastic, but it shot to new levels when he was on edge. And every bit of intuition he had told him this job would go bad. Still, he felt determined for some reason. Maybe he just wanted to show off. "Anyway, yes. I have my toys. Gecko gloves, RFID eraser, multi-tool, white noise generators, and a light absorption suit; the works. So I hope you found a way to make this work, or we owe people some serious gear."

There was silence for a few seconds. "Well," Myles said nervously, "I found a few things. A few Rashin agents came in early tonight in deviance of standard procedure, so something is going down. I tried to check if they left security holes, but no dice. Other then that, there is one way in. But its suicide, and......... you're going to go in through it, aren't you?"

Derek was grinning ear to ear. "The main chimney, huh? You would think when they re-purposed this place they would, I don't know, close off the chimney stack? Welp, their loss. I'll contact you if things go south." Derek went radio silent, and double checked his gear. He spent a bit of extra time on his gecko gloves. He was good with his glider, but he would need these working at full capacity if we wanted to make it through alive. With everything in order, Derek jumped off the building, and engaged his glider.

Normally, Derek might have been picked up by cameras in a fly by of this place. However, his suit would pay dividends here, and keep him out of sight. After making a quick aerial movement, he flew up the chimney stack of the building and dove in. While the chimney wasn't active any more, timing his landing was imperative to a clean entrance. Spotting an old shaft with his AR goggles, Derek attached to the wall with his gecko gloves and swung inside.

About 10 minutes later, Derek had worked his way through the old vents into a security room. He was overhead the guard working at the console. He smirked. This poor soul had no chance. Opening the hatch with the multi-tool, Derek attached a grapple line to the vent and slowly descended. A quick shot from his tranquilizer dart rendered the guard unconscious, and Derek hit the floor. Carefully removing the dart, he took a look at the desk space, spotting an empty coffee mug. "Should've had a bit more, I think," Derek muttered to himself. "Now your supervisor's gonna be pissed at you for sleeping on the job." Derek went into the camera layout on the console, and started snooping. It didn't take long to find what he needed. Project Gemini. The files had a lot of scientific jargon that seemed a bit much for a simple pair of pistols. Seems like dear old dad left of few details out of this one's story. Something was very wrong here, and Derek was getting a vibe he stepped into something nasty.

Still, he was too far in to quit now. It was time to make a move. Derek quickly tracked down the pistols. They were locked down in isolation chamber Delta 4, which wasn't to far from here. As good of security they had outside, Derek was a mastermind at internal infiltration. With a quick glance to find his way, Derek dove into another set of air-vents, switching between them in short bursts to dodge any security within them, and headed towards his legacy.


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Gender: Male

Species: Wisp > Immature Poltergeist

Appearance:

Goals: Danny has only two goals and one of them is more secondary. He wants to live a long life and if possible somehow get a body that is immune to all diseases and poisons.

Past Life:Despite being better suited to become a Goblin this former handyman/gardener choose to become a Wisp. His reasoning while flawed and mostly subconscious was simple. As a being of energy his new "body" was unlikely to be ravaged by the disease that claimed his life once already.

As a human Danny's life was mostly average, he wasn't a great student or super popular but he did okay at school and had a few friends. Still not coming from a rich family he dropped out after college and looked for a job.

A couple of years later a routine check-up revealed he had lymphoma though the doctors were confident that they found it in time. At first it seemed they were right and that he had made a full recovery, but during a post treatment check up it turned out the cancer spread to his brain and most likely fatal. Mot wanting to go through chemo again, and even with little hope of survival, he choose to simply kill himself.

 Abilities: * Mana Orb I and II A simple blast of Energy elemental magic with a range of 30 feet. At the moment it only does as much damage as a strong punch on average, unless the enemy is weak to magic. As it gets stronger it becomes a generic, non-elemental energy blast. Due to its simple nature and lack of elemental properties the Mana Orb spell is easily malleable into other spell forms. Magic damage increased. MP Cost increased. As an Active Spell Skill, this skill may be used at any Rank of power you possess.
* Lesser Force II Use a type of magical telekinesis to manipulate objects a short distance from your body. Objects cannot be finely manipulated, and the strength of this Spell is comparable to your physical ability. It works better if the object is also within your sight. This Spell has low MP consumption. MP Consumption decreased. Range slightly increased. Force strength slightly increased. Rather than more powerful, it would be more accurate to say this skill is now more efficient. Range increased, total radius is now 5 feet. Power extended at this range is the same as Rank II. Power at arm's length is now stronger.
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis III Gain more information about a creature or other items directly related to a creature. You may now gain comparison information about the creature's physical capabilities contrasted with your own.
* Magic Analysis II! Gain more detail about Magic oriented Skills and Spells. Lose less effectiveness when analyzing Monsters, Materials, etc so long as they are magically inclined.
* Meditate I By concentrating and calming oneself, increase the regeneration of Magic Power and Stamina. This skill cannot be used in battle. Any distractions in the environment will drastically decrease the effectiveness of this skill. This skill cannot be used in conjunction with other Active skills.
* Mana Shape I You can shape your raw Mana into the appearance of something. At this rank, your Mana does not have weight, force, or other physical qualities. Your Mana cannot produce sounds. Your Mana cannot move freely. Your mana can have its color changed. Your shapes must be relatively simple with no moving parts. The shape cannot be held for long without more MP.
* Aqua Sphere I By charging a small amount of water with mana, create a sphere of pressurized liquid to be launched at the target. While it does not require ammunition so to speak, this spell works better if there is water in the environment or in heavy humidity. Its range, damage, and MP cost are virtually identical to Mana Orb, but its nature as a Water spell varies its power based on elemental properties of the target.
* Mana Dart I! A focused magic projectile that deals non-elemental Magic damage and Piercing Damage. Higher cost than Mana Orb but increased range, speed, and damage. However, its smaller size makes it less accurate.
* Blunt Resistance I  Reduce Blunt physical damage by a small amount; a Rank I attack skill would be reduced almost completely, depending on your own base defensive stats.
* Focus I By spending at least 30 seconds focusing before using an offensive Skill or Spell, you can increase its damage or range. At this rank it is comparable to increasing the power by one rank (eg Mana Orb I to Mana Orb II) while also increasing the MP cost by half again (spend 1.5x Mana Orb I's cost).
* Faster I Your base physical speed is increased! By gaining the skills Harder, Better, and Stronger, Skill Synergy will occur and you will gain one rank of Physical Conditioning.
* Plant Analysis I Gain basic information about the properties of a plant by carefully observing it.
* Mana Vision I  Concentrate MP in your eyes to see the fluctuations of Mana. The level of detail and other qualities of your Mana Vision depend not only on the Rank of this Skill, but also on your physical sense of sight. Depending on the strength of your concentration, having a lesser sense of vision may also consume Stamina when using this Skill. At your current Rank, you can only see strange fluctations of magic energies and shapes that are not easily understood...
* Point Strike I  With a discerning eye, take aim at an oppenent's weak point and concentrate your own power into a single point of attack. Slightly increase the power of any attack, and gain an increased chance for a Critical Hit. Using this Skill in conjunction with other attack Skills, however, may cause it to lose effectiveness.
* Muffle I  This skill grants you the ability to be just a little bit better at being stealthy, with a focus on reducing the sound of your movements.
* Crafting I  Your knowledge and understanding of mechanics, workmanship, and other such things enable you to craft better items. The process of creating many items is still an unknown to you, but if you ever succeed in such a creation its Sub-Stat Enhancements will be higher than normal.
* Spiritual Awareness I  You have become more aware of the spiritual side of the world. This will affect your interactions with certain types of spiritual monsters such as non-corporeal Undead. At this rank, you can only detect a hint of the spiritual world. There may also be other affects of this ability...
* Fireball I The fire-themed version of a basic magical attack. With roughly the same power, range, and MP consumption as a Mana Orb, it has the unique property of being able to inflict a burn on the target. However, as an elemental spell, these same properties render it harder to use in certain circumstances. Non-flammable or elementally opposed targets, for example, will be much less effected.
* Material Analysis I  You have developed an eye for determining the qualities of inorganic or non-living objects. At this rank, you will only be able to gain surface information about an object. When used in conjunction with a crafting skill, it may help discover more compatible items.
* Fusion Skill [Analysis] A Fusion Skill is not a true skill by itself, but a sort of shortcut. You have acquired Monster, Magic, Plant and Material Analysis skills. By activating [Analysis] you will use all of these skills at once without as much mental effort. [Analysis] will not go up in Rank, but its effectiveness will increase if the Skills used for Fusion are increased. However, if only Analysis is used, the growth of the individual skills will not be as fast.
* Charisma I Like other charismatic skills, your personality is almost a magical charm unto itself. You'll have greater luck convincing others to go along with your suggestions, but only within their own natural reasoning. This skill may not work on those with stronger Wills.

Inventory:
* Source Crystal Shard x1
* Flak Sac x1
* Broken Flak Shell x1
* Flak Shell x1
* Goat Hide Robe
* Flak Pauldron
* Flak Gauntlet
* Sharp Stone
* Cudgel
* Curved Stick
* Flak beetle mandible
* Dire Rat-Hide Loincloth
* Small Hollow Gourd (Half Full of Water)
* Wooden Cudgel

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Torrent was mildly confused by the entire exchange before she became rather irritated with these goblins. And, of course, there were goblins everywhere. And they just wanted to use her and her friends for some kind of goblin war.

Fucking goblins.

As they prepared to leave, however, she spoke up, maintaining her stealth.

"Rattleskull is dead. We killed him. He was weak and didn't know his place."

Her piece said, she watched them leave, keeping herself alert for any sign of changed behavior.

Once they were out of earshot, she spoke to her friends.

"Either we go with them tomorrow, or we leave. This place isn't safe anymore if we're not going with them." Her tone displayed her irritation at the situation. Between the mountain exploding bastard and these goblins, this was no longer a safe haven like she had wanted it to be. "I'll defer to you all in what we do. But I don't want to be used by people who aren't my friends."

She scooped at some dirt in front of their little hideout, making a small trench of sorts to vent some of her frustrations.

"I need more heads," she grumbled to herself, reflecting on her experiment before she was rudely interrupted by the goblins.

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Asteria

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Asteria stared at the crying, no longer damaged, but sure as hell traumatized goblin girl. Huh. I haven't felt guilty in a while. Never so much in this life-time, yet. She cocked her head slightly, seeming to consider the kid's request. "Fine. Just go. Leave, and make it fast," Asteria dismissed her, the turned to both restrain and calm Mother rat. Mother hadn't reacted well to keeping the goblin alive and nearby, so she might protest at her escaping, and Asteria would do her best to prevent that. Then, she considered the dilemma of getting farther without leaving an obvious, easily followed trace. But there was grass all around…

"Ed, get on all fours. Let's weave around carefully," she proceeded, demonstrating how she chose the largest gaps to pass trough and, if there weren't any, the way she gently pushed a whole bunch of grass just a bit to one side, passed by it, and then righted it back, so as to disturb the grass the least she possibly could. All the while, she stayed crouched low, avoided stepping on any of the thorny weeds, mindful to not destroy, damage, or otherwise mark the flowers for now, though they were intriguing. Despite zig-zagging and looping around a lot, she still kept heading to the south.

Awhile after, she stopped again, straining her ears to discern whether they were being followed or not. "I don't know if we've shaken them off or not, but we should either continue escaping southwards, or try and make something to deter the goblins, traps, maybe even a tunnel that we close the entrance to or something," she whispered. Asteria didn't want to admit it, but she was rather apprehensive about the idea of still being followed. My own damned fault, that.

She closed her eyes, just for a bit, not focusing on sound so much anymore, but just on pure feeling. She calmed her breathing, her racing heart, and soon became aware that her mana was still depleted. Where the usual energy would thrum alongside the blood flowing through her veins, there was a strange emptiness. She imagined she could feel it eager to be filled. Asteria attempted extending her senses outwards, trying to get a feel for the mana that she knew should be all around her. If she could sense it…or even if she simply thought she did, she could attempt to draw the surrounding mana in, filling her. It would be useful if she succeeded, but even otherwise, this was a calming exercise on its own. She opened her eyes once the needles tension dissipated from her body, her muscles less tense, but her mind now cleared, her whole being perhaps even a tad more energized, now. Asteria looked around curiously. Since they were resting, she stretched her neck to the nearest plant and licked off whatever water left on it from the latest rainfall.

Releases Jeeze.
Prevents Mother rat from chasing, attacking or otherwise griefing Jeeze.
Leads the trio further south, moving in a way that she believes would leave the least of a trail.
Stops after a while to consider further options.
Meditates, attempts drawing surrounding mana and make it her own.
Looks around for any changes in the environment. Drinks a bit of water off the nearest stalk/leaf.

[User]
Disappointed as Danny was that he didn't learn anything useful form Stone shot by trying to analyze it, it seemed that simply was because the Slime hadn't mastered it itself. Still seeing a failed attempt to use it in action was better than nothing. After a while the Wisp noticed he wasn't staying up in the air. With there being one only reason as to why he was slowly falling he regretted using a level II spell and not at least taking out one of his opponents.

Still this wasn't that bad, much as he hated wasting mana crystals he just needed to spot one nearby and touch it. As he looked around he realized there were no crystals nearby. When he noticed the yellow Slime approaching him he briefly wondered if he should try to absorb the source crystal shard, only to decide against it.

Not only did Danny have no idea what would happen if he successfully manage to drain it's power, and that was a big if, but he might destroy Jason's only hope of coming back. And as long as he had other options he refused to do that.

Hoping that since he wasn't being attacked at the moment that would count as him not being in battle, and that he had enough time to at least partially recharge the Wisp did his best to calm down and Meditate. If that for some reason failed then and only then would he try to use the source crystal to restore his MP.

Abilities:
* Mana Orb I and II
* Lesser Force II
* Levitation
* Monster Analysis II
* Meditate I
* Mana Shape I
* Aqua Sphere I
* Magic Analysis I!
* Mana Dart I!

Inventory: Source Crystal Shard x1


[System]
Age:
15
Affiliation:
Hero Brigade
Appearance:
Wish:
I wish I could bring justice to the world.
Soul Gem Color:
Amethyst
Power:
The power gained, as granted by her oh so benevolent contractor, allowed her to summon familiars to aid her in combat against the on going war against the Primordials. Though this power wasn't necessarily restrictive in terms of what she could summon, from a flurry of small brids to something as big and steady as a cyclops, she namely had her set pair familiars she mostly used.

* The first being her main offensive familiar a Manticore; with savage strength and the ability to shoot normally toxic darts, poisoning and mildly drugging down their target's movements, into enemies while also being at the top of the list in terms of reflex and speed.

* The second of her primarily used familiars being a Cockatrice. While not as strong or fast as the Manticore, it certainly is a lot harder to get a hold of, slipping in and out of grasps while gaining the ability of flight as well as petrifying enemies with a look of it's soul-stealing gaze.

Weapon:
Her primary weapons are nothing more than the Familiars themselves, although she does carry around a magical staff able to take any blow struck against it. However it is horrible for use on the offensive.
Personality:
She is nothing but a big ball of ambition toward justice and helping out the weak, stopping at nothing to protect those who fall victim to the cruel world around them. Even going as far as to will herself to continue to stand in the way of evil should her body be broken from head to toe without the strength to fight back or take another hit without flying back another 10 feet.
History:
When she was little, she often found people disappear from her lives only to find out they've been murdered from anywhere from a week to a couple off months later down the line, a couple continuing to be missing for a couple of years now. This was all thanks to her unbeknownst mafia lord of a father from the western world. She never forgot a face, but as people continued to disappear, her awareness of the horrible world around her grew, so did her resolve to join the police force to make the world right again. However, a mysterious being appeared one night offering her the chance to take the power into her own hands without having to wait to struggle her way into her dreams. How could she say no?

[User]
Sakura Hitome

Sakura gave out a sigh as she stared off into the horizon, sitting on the top of some old construction site that hasn't been worked on for a couple of weeks now. The rain soaking her outer clothes, she didn't care anymore. She hasn't come into contact with anyone she knew ever since that fateful night, changing her usual appearance ever so slightly to make people have to come up and ask her directly to confirm if they actually knew her or not; which nine times out of ten, her natural scowl and general cold vibe kept people from doing so. "If you are here to tell me go to that stupid meeting, you've only convinced me that I don't want anything to do with them." She didn't need to turn her gaze to know he was there. He was always there, watching her. She didn't like the look he gave, but the only thing she owed him was payment for her power that just seemed to make everything worse.

Not being able to take anymore of the silence, she stood up and stormed out on the contractor. "I'm Not going to the meeting. ... I'm just grabbing an ice cream." Not once did she actually confirm he was there, her mind more paranoid at the world she found herself in. So many things she didn't understand, but now didn't want to. She wanted out, to reverse her wish and go back to the life she had before. Reminding herself why she joined the Order. She bought her ice cream before showing up at the designated meeting spot.

[Assistant]
Mako Hamilton

"Come on..... 3..2..1.. B-Bye Teach!" The school bell rung; dismissing the class, or rather her, as she rushed out the door, skipping her duties without another thought. She had a place to be today and she didn't want to be late. This was just another chance for her to make a difference. She grabbed her plain white umbrella as she left the school and bumbled down the side of the road, her umbrella not doing much as she ran more into the rain than what would have fallen on her if she'd just walk, even without the umbrella.

She paused in front of the market, her umbrella finally doing its job, thinking that food would be a good way to ease the mood. Food was always a necessity for a gathering of people, right? Her father frequently held small parties for his friends, and there was always food. Though she'd have to think of an excuse to give him. He was always trying to see what was up with her and gave her plenty of money in case of emergencies, probably just being a normal dad, but it annoyed her to some extent at the amount of money and the effort at which he tried. None of the other kids were near as rich as she was, and she doubted their fathers knocked on the door to her life every chance they got; though to be fair, she loved her dad and was grateful that he was able to give her the privacy she requested when she needed it.

After wandering about the market for some time, she finally made a decision on what to bring to the party. She settled on filing an unmarked box full of melon bread and bancha tea for about 10 people as well as a couple of cans of black coffee for any of those with grown-up tastes. Trying not to spend too much as she didn't want to raise too much suspicion from her dad. She also ended up loosing her umbrella along the way without her notice as she wobbled to where they were supposed to meet.. but wait, where was that again?

[User]
Ryuko Ishiniwa

"Ugh, it's raining again," Ryuko muttered under her breath as she hopped on the roof of a bullet train, and let the speeding vehicle take her closer to her destination. It has been a couple of months since she arrived in Miso City, and it was far grander than she could have expected; being raised in the country like she was, she has never known what bustling city life would be like; there were people everywhere, and the buildings could reach quite high. But the best part was the never-ending flood of Primordials; back in her home village she was lucky if one showed up in a couple of weeks, but here they seem to be popping up regularly. This allowed Ryuko to really experiment with her powers, and really push herself to her limit. She enjoyed the feeling of adrenaline pumping through her heart when she smashed one of those monsters into paste.

Of course, it wasn't all flowers for her; there were also other girls with powers, and there were many of them. The first time she met one she was attacked and in her first night nonetheless. She managed to send her packing, but the experience made her wary and suspicious of any magical girl, no matter how nice they seemed. But eventually, she found herself joining forces with some of the local girls when a more dangerous Primordial showed up, though she never admitted to needing the help. And when she mingled with these girls, she quickly came to understand the power balance between two sides in the city; those who did the right thing and used their powers to slaughter the Primordials, and those who seemed to regret becoming one as they try to turn back to normal. Ryuko scoffed at the idea; who would in their right mind want to quit? And that's what made her especially interested in attending this taco party she's heard about. Maybe they come to a peaceful resolution, or maybe an all-out brawl breaks out. Either way, Ryuko's gonna be at the front lines securing her side, and the first to swing her weapon when the inevitable happens.

[Assistant]
Yukino Okajima

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Across the city there where many young girls who were leaving school and going off to do any number of things with their lives. Perhaps they had families who cherished each other's presence. They could have plans to meet with the friends made inside the halls of academia. Maybe they were simply adventurous youths who couldn't help but be allured out into Miso City regardless of the inclement weather.

Yukino Okajima was separate from these groups, eagerly accepting a mantle meant only for girls such as herself and all the trial's and tribulations that entailed. One such responsibility, minor as it is, was answering the summons of her faction's leader even as the sky's opened up in opposition of her journey.

Gooseflesh rippled across her exposed flesh as rain fell into the shadowed alleys that she walked. A palm frond was held above her head, but it made a poor umbrella whenever the wind picked up and swept the frond to and fro. Regardless of the weather and her poor attire, Yukino drifted through Miso's forgotten pathways toward the meeting.

Being a Mahou Shoujo was her life, she had no other obligation beyond sustaining herself after this duty. There was no school for her to study and meet her peers on a level field. A family wasn't awaiting the verdant house she squatted in. And while she may have only recently became a Mahou Shoujo, she knew the city enough to know not to seek adventure outside of her duties. Yukino had a purpose to fulfill in order to reimburse the Contractor for coming to her with his deal, and she would do this with aplomb if need be.

She may have been cold, but she would never know hunger again. For a deal that good she'd get over her own shyness around others and be the hero Miso wanted. "Hmm, I should hurry. Don't want to be late..." Her voice came as a low whisper, if one had been beside her they'd have questioned if she spoke at all. It was how she liked it to be. The sound of water stiking a leaf and her sandals upon water where all that would trail her as she hastened her steps to the meeting of Mahou Shoujo.

[User]
~Akame Natsuko~

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"Big Sister! I knew you'd make it, I just knew!"

Akame had been dutifully checking her cookies with puffed cheeks when the voice of her sister made her turn. At once the younger girl jumped at her, practically glomping her sibling with a steel grip and an iron hug…before the smell of burning pastries got her scooting right back to the oven. She spent a few moments hastily looking for mittens before pulling the cookies out, thankful that the school alarm hadn't gone off from her antics. Again.

"Oh no, they're all burnt up! And the edges aren't even cornered right," Akame said with despair, setting the tray down gingerly onto one of the club room tables. She had attempted to make cookies with everyone's face on them. But she had quickly realized at some point that she didn't really know what everyone looked like. So instead she had made one batch of "Akame" cookies, one batch of "Erika" cookies, and one batch of "Contractor" ones.

And…well, at least they looked edible. The first batch was all Akame smiles while the second one just had Erika's signature frown. And then there was that batch of the Contractor cookies where Akame had tried vanilla frosting and raisins for the eyes. She suspected those of the Order would like to tear into those anyway so she put them out first.

No sooner did she begin laying the treats out did members from both factions arrive. Given that there was really only one high school and middle school in Miso City, it wasn't uncommon for the Magical Girls to cross paths with their normal personas at one point or another. Thus, Akame gave everyone a grin and offered them each cookies.

"Mako-chan, you brought snacks! Please hurry up and set them out. I don't think people want to eat Big Sister's face," Akame said with an embarrassed sigh. It only now occurred to her that the Order probably wouldn't like the idea of chewing their leader's face off.

When everyone had settled down and each gotten a portion of snacks, Akame stood at the front of the gathered girls with hesitation in her step. The Contractor had only told her to make this meeting possible, and hadn't actually informed her of what she was supposed to be saying. So while everyone was munching away at their snacks, Akame tried to fake a cough to get everyone's focus on her.

"U-Um, excuse me? Can I have everyone's attention? So, um, I'm sure you're all wondering why we've been called to meet today. And to be honest, I'm not really sure myself," she said with a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of her head in a comedic manner before suddenly gasping and pointing outside.

"Look everyone, it's snowing!" she said in an attempt to gain some time in trying to fabricate an excuse for calling everyone out here. "Look it's…oh. It really is snowing outside. Oh! That must mean…I have to go make another batch of cookies," she said to herself, hoping Erika could handle the crowd while she did just that.

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, @Ariamis, @Queue13, @Unlucky0013, @Flamelord, @KoL

[Assistant]
Mako somehow wobbled at her destination in time for the meeting despite getting lost. The rain had turned to snow, chilling her though her damp clothes, but not too cold for her to handle. She'd just have to take a warm bath when she got home. She set down her box as she received cookies from her faction leader, only to be ordered to pass out her own collection for the group. "R-right, glad to!" her excitement flowed through her words to be called to action so soon. She set down her cookies in her spot as she picked up her box and of goodies and wobbled to the other faction's leader, first offering her food to the beautiful high school student before going down the line. "U-umm, I have some melon bread and some bancha tea. ... If you were interested. Oh, or if you prefer I also have a couple of cans of black coffee i-if that was your preference." She continued serving the rest of the Order members before turning to her own boss and following up with her comrades.

Her box was nearly empty, so took out the remaining contents and set them aside before lining the inside with a plastic bag to be used as a trash can. She quickly ran back to her spot, picking up her cookies, melon bread, and tea while smiling to the other members trying to raise everyone's mood. She didn't know why exactly everyone was here, but that didn't mean they were enemies.


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: Female

PIC or description:

Biography: Having been raised by a single mother and her grandmother, May has always had difficulty interacting with men. Her father left upon finding out that her mother was pregnant, and her grandfather passed away months before she was born, leaving May to a whirlwind of estrogen. Regardless, the house, albeit a tad dramatic, was full of love. May never wanted for much and was over all a fairly happy child.

Her teenage years, however, were fraught with anxiety and fear. She became obsessed with her appearance by constantly obsessing over her weight. By age seventeen, anorexia creeped in. It started with cutting back on snacks, then eating half her food at meals, to skipping them entirely- sometimes for days. With work keeping her mother and grandmother busy, it took them a while to notice. She went from slender to nearly sickly thin. It took a combination of therapy and keeping physically active to motivate her to eat. When she was younger, she had always wanted to be in gymnastics, but they didn't have the money for it at the time. Now that she was older, she was able to work part time to help pay to enter a program. Competitions and practice encouraged her to eat in order to keep her strength up to keep up with it all. Despite knowing she should eat, she often needs reminders and posts notes to herself around the house to ensure she doesn't forget.

All while growing up, Sunday morning were met with Catholic mass and the smell of delicious baked goods. This lead May to pursue a career in culinary arts after years if helping her grandmother in the kitchen. Despite her struggles with her eating disorder, she loved to cook. Even though she found it difficult to make herself eat, she realized food made other people happy, and she wanted to be in a field that brought that kind of joy to people.

[User]
When the screaming started Gemma tensed up and her mind seemed to fall miles behind her body. Like the men she reached to the fire and grabbed one of the burning logs, not caring about the embers stinging her hand. She gripped it between both of her fists and turned to May. "Run! Get to the water with the others!"

Gemma looked around and saw Horace running toward the bank and one of the other women lying dead on the ground. She saw Sasha fighting and then one more panther creature left. She ran full speed toward the thing and swung her burning log right into its ribcage. It fell to the ground yowling and before it could regain its balance she jabbed the burning end of her stick into its eyes then beat it over the head repeatedly, screaming all the while, till it lay still. Chest heaving, she looked toward the water and saw nothing else moving.

She ran closer to the water to check on the others. "Everyone alright?"

[Assistant]
"Just peachy," Sasha grunted through gritted teeth. With the last beast dead, he dropped the burning stuck and eased himself into a sitting position. He had several lacerations across his chest, but the deepest was on his side, just under his left arm. He held it tightly with one hand, but the blood was quickly running all the way down his side.

He cursed to himself as he realized that his team medic was no where to be found. Along with any medical supplies. In this kind of setting, a wound like this could easily be fatal. That would be a bitch wouldn't it? Survive the wars and battles only to be killed by an overgrown gecko.

[User]
Ysran scrambled back to land, and back near the fire.

"I'm... Mostly fine." He pointed to his shoulder wounds. "I'll be fine, but Sasha, you need medical attention. Fast. Perhaps there's an herb or something we can use? I know a Spider's web can help with wounds. Anybody know anything about medical plants?"

Ysran glanced over Sasha's body. There were claw marks all over his chest, but none were very deep. Those would likely heal in time, but the wound on his side needed to be treated quickly, he was losing blood fast.

"I suppose as a last resort we could try to cauterize the wound, but... I don't think it'll work to well..."

[Assistant]
Horace was surprised with Gemma's berserker battle fury, she killed the very beast he was aiming to take down.

Once the dust settled down he waited to see if there were going to be any more of the creatures attacking them, when no more came he eased himself out of the battle adrenaline and started to asses the damage. Sasha was going to need to be taken care of, his wound was going to kill him if it wasn't immediately worked on. The others were somewhat more or less fine without major injury.

With the battle high dying out everyone would soon be entering a daze and that was going to be counter productive.

"Anyone know medical practice well enough to patch up Sasha?" he asked the group giving them something to work on to keep them going. "Ysran you seem somewhat practiced with cutting things up, can you patch up as well?"

Horace was referring to how expertly he had dissected the fish, he hoped Ysran's skills varied well enough to save a life though he did turn his eyes to the girls to see if they would pitch in. Maybe one of them was a nurse or something.

"I know I can't help him so I am going to go look for the other woman and check on what happened to her," he said leaving the group taking his burning stick with him. It was terrible lighting as it constantly dimmed but some lighting was better than none.

He walked in the direction of the beasts and was not surprised to find Susan in a pool of her own blood, her corpse was still eerily warm giving the feint of life. He closed her eyes and for a moment his eyes wondered over her body, such a shame the woman had been a looker. He thought about burying her but that would be a time consuming exercise, instead it would be better to cremate her, it might attract other predators, but they would be tight for time regardless and finding food and shelter tomorrow would take greater precedence.

He grew distracted by the corpse and found himself passing a hand over it feeling the wounds created by the beast, the femininity of the woman was compelling, but his interest was in how precise the beast had been. She had been delivered a fatal blow almost instantly, such a surprise attack was incredible. The beasts had not proven difficult to deal with once faced head on, but this level of attack suggests that they were capable of greater coordination. Maybe what they had killed were unseasoned hunters.

[User]
Sasha slowly sunk from sitting to laying. His already pale skin was even paler, and his whole body was beginning to tremble. He was cold to the touch, but it was hard to tell if that was left over from the chilliness of the night, or from the blood loss. Probably both.

As precious seconds ticked by, he seemed to be slowly losing his connection to the living world. He felt like he was drifting, like a tiny raft in the sea, and it kind of made him want to hurl.

[Assistant] Ysran looked around him, there weren't any strange looking plants that would hopefully conveniently have healing properties. Looks like there was only one thing to do. Running up to the fire, Ysran grabbed a red-hot stick. Walking back to Sasha, he gripped it as close as he could to the hot part, and sat down. "Alright. Anybody have any objections? Speak now or forever hold your peace."

[User]
May watched in horror as she stood in the water behind Gemma. She wasn't aware that her new found friend was capable of such hands on brutality. While she was greatful, she still found herself rather alarmed especially after watching the longer haired man fight his own battle. She wasn't sure how to feel about what was going on or what to make of it. All she did know was there was a more pressing matter: Sasha.

"I do!" May shouted. Quickly stepping out of the water and making her way over to Sasha, May examined the wound on his side. "Here, let me put pressure on it. I'm sorry if this hurts," May said as she knelt next to him and pressed both of her palms against his wound. It felt odd to be touching a stranger and such a way. Them being naked and him being a man didn't help, but she tried to ignore the awkwardness as best she could.

"Hey, if that water looks clean, can you guys bring some over here? We need to clean this," May said to no one in particular. She could only imagine what those beasts had been walking around in and what could have infected him when they struck him. "I feel like spider webs would be hard to find in the dark. Do you guys remember where you found those berries? I imagine that the leaves of an edible fruit probably aren't poisonous." May could only think of a few exceptions from some of her cooking classes, but she hoped that the majority rule would win out here. "We could try to use them to cover the wound and then longer leaves like tall grass could be used to tie them in place."

[Assistant]
"You need to seal it first," Sasha said, his voice much softer than ever before. "Use a hot rock to burn it shut." That was about all he could manage. The rock, unlike the stick, wouldn't leave debris inside the wound. And cauterizing it was their best bet to get the heavy bleeding to stop.

Sasha winced when one of the new woman came over her help. Her hands replaced his to hold pressure on his wound, letting Sasha's finally fall to ground in front of him.

[User]
Gemma looked around, she felt oddly shaky after her strange bout of fury when she killed that creature. She spotted one of the hides and grabbed it and lay it flat in front of the fire. Then she grabbed a stick and used it to roll a decent sized rock onto the hide. Then she tucked it in like a baby in a blanket, leaving the burning top exposed and carried it over to Sasha and Ysran.

"Here's a rock. Stopping the bleeding I think should come first, then May can clean it and bandage it using her suggestions. I'll gather the leaves and things."

She placed the rock in Ysran's hands, carefully so he wouldn't get burned. Gemma figured she could probably do it herself but she really didn't want to. There was enough blood on her hands already. She left the group, not caring or feeling too much, and went to find the berry bush May mentioned and the leaves and grass May would need to dress Sasha's wound.

She found the berry bushes a ways into the forest and picked several handfuls of leaves, tucking them under her arm. Then she picked as many tall reeds of grass as she could when she found them tickling her calves as she walked. Gemma happened to be looking up when she spotted a tree with large, umbrella like leaves that she thought might hold water. She grabbed five of them and then headed back to the camp.

Without looking at Sasha or Ysran she gave May the berry bush leaves and the tall grass. "I found these, I'm going to see if they will hold water. Be back in a jiffy."

Gemma waded into the water with the large leaves and held one under the water. When she lifted it it broke and she cursed under her breath. She put less water in the next one and lifted it carefully upward. It held this time. "Good," she mumbled to herself. She let the leaves float next to her for a moment while she washed the blood from her hands, trying her hardest to ignore the tears streaming down her eyes.

[Assistant]
"Alright, here goes."

Ysran pressed the openings of the wound together and put the hot rock on it. Sasha, understandably, cried out in pain, kind of, as the red-hot rock sealed his wound shut. After a minute or so passed, Ysran checked the wound. It was sealed shut, but with a few burn marks. Sasha had quite a few scars, so hopefully he wouldn't mind a couple more. Checking the wound further, he confirmed that the bleeding had indeed stopped, but now came the matter of cleaning and dressing it. All that was left to wait for Gemma.

[User]
Horace returned to the group but did not say anything about his findings, they were tired and had too much on their minds already. There was no need to add more stress to them right now, tomorrow would be a new day.

Sasha looked like he would make it so he let the group continue as they were taking a squat near the fire tending to it. He wondered if they should skin the beasts, but he didn't say a word.

[Assistant]
Sasha bit back to cries of pain that desperately wanted out. He clenched his teeth together to quiet himself as best he could. They couldn't afford getting the attention of more predators. When the rock was pulled away, and the wound was mostly sealed, the nasty burn left behind was sizable. It looked quite a bit like the massive scarring on his back.

Sasha resigned himself to laying still on the ground, to weak to get up, and hurting too bad to move. The smaller wounds across his chest still oozed slowly, and the drying blood was starting to flake off.

[User]
May thanked Gemma and leaned back as Ysran came by with the hot rock. May couldn't watch, though she considered forcing herself. She knew she was probably going to have to get used to stuff like this soon. This place seemed to be filled with such horrors.

"O-okay," May quavered as she repositioned herself next to Sasha again. "L-let's get ypu cleaned up." The burn looked as stomach turning as it smelled. Taking the leaf full of water from Gemma, May carefully poured it over his wound. "I'm sorry," say blurts out while watching for a reaction. The water washed away most of the fresh blood and some of the dried. Slowly and carefully, May uses a few of the leaves to dry the area before using the rest to cover it. She then enlisted Gemma's help to support him so she could wrap the long grass around him. Some blades had to be tied together to make it all the way around, but they did the job.

Once Sasha was all patched up, May gave him his space, but stayed close enough to keep on eye on his condition. "Get some rest," she advised, giving him a weak smile. "I...I think I'll be staying up for rest of the night." May felt the tiredness settling in, but the stress of it all made it hard for her to even imagine sleeping.


[System]
Mila Pravina Herbertson

Character Summary
Aliases: Enchantress of Dance, and Mila.
Titles: No actual title, she's no one fancy. She's simply a well-known dancer, known as the Enchantress.
Age: 26
Place of Origin: Along the coast of Otadica
Kingdom: None, though she is against what Sheolan stands for. (The 'king', basically.)
Gender: Female

Physical Attributes
Eyes: Clear, watery blue.
Hair: A deep crimson red, a bit darker resembling blood.
Day To Day Attire: The floor-length loose dress with a long slit going down the right leg. From the picture. Outside of that, she typically wears this except with blue instead of the brown color.
Strengths:
1. She is very flexible with huge amounts of control over her body due to her experience as a dancer.
2. While not some highly-trained general or member of the army, she is still able to defend herself. In her line of work, it's best to know how to, at the very least, wield some sort of blade to defend herself in case of an attacker. So, while not trained in anything, she can at least wield a knife for close-combat.
3. Despite her pretty appearance, she is not an idiot. She is actually a fan of reading in her spare time and, when not performing or hanging out with her friends, she spends her time reading and writing. (Usual poetry.) So, she's rather well-versed and well-spoken.
Weaknesses:
1. She has issues controlling her temper considering she's usually rather open with her emotions and feelings. As a dancer, she tends to be more open with her sexuality and rather confident.
2. Considering she's focused more on speed and agility, she's not very physically strong. It bothers her sometimes considering she hates the idea of fitting into any stereotypes, but she's dealt with it. It's just something she deals with.

Psychological Attributes
Adventurous * Charming * Daring * Playful

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single, Widowed
Personality: Mila, due to her line of work, couldn't afford to be quiet or mousy. To get ahead, you had to be confident and sensual. It was all a matter of balance, and Mila has that balance. Known for her sensual performances that push the line of what's considered appropriate, she has the charming personality and the playfulness to be able to put on a show.

But, she isn't just some flirty party girl, she is also capable of human emotion, ya know. Despite her jokes about not caring and her care-free personality, she actually has the ability to care about others. She's kind of the 'mom' of her group of friends and she sometimes seems wise beyond her years. So, caring, daring, charismatic, and quick as a whip. Pretty good, she'd say.

Skills
A listing of skills, such as horseback riding or cooking. Levels include novice (1 pt), apprentice (2 pt), journeyman (3 pt), expert (4 pt), master (5 pt). Each character can spend 21 points & only two skills can be mastered. If your character knows magic, it counts as a skill.

* Somatic/Mental Magic (Expert): She is rather skilled in magic regarding more defensive or mental. Such as shields and healing magic. Also, telepathy and telekinesis. She uses somatic magic considering her skills with hand movements and movement in general.
* Dancing (Master): Considering it's her occupation, it's rather expected that she would be a great dancer. She's not known as the best for no reason, ya know.
* Knife Wielding (Apprentice): She can protect herself in a basic sense. Can do more than just wave around a knife like a crazy person.
* Lying (Journeyman): Is a decent liar and can keep it going for those who aren't good at picking out lies.
* Cooking (Expert): Considering she was born from a large family and was the 'woman' of the household, she had to learn how to cook. So, she's actually very good at it.
* Drawing (Master): She's had quite a bit of free time in her life and she's taken an interest in drawing. If the whole dancing thing doesn't work out, she could probably make a career out of selling artwork.

Magic
A listing of favorite or unique spells, if any. If using the alternative magic, one spell must be replaced with the artifact that gives it. Maximum of four.
* Shield: Can create a purple shield around herself or around other people.
* Healing: Can heal wounds and scratches.
* Surface Thoughts: She can pick up surface thoughts from people, mostly instinctual thoughts or more animalistic/narrow-minded.

History
Parents:
Mother – Katia Herbertson (Dead)
Father – Alexander Herbertson (Alive)

Siblings:

Older brother, 31, Robert Herbertson
Younger sister, 23, Olivia Herbertson
Younger brother, 17, Malik Herbertson
Younger brother, 12, Grant Herbertson
Youngest sister, 6, Alaine Herbertson

Childhood: The second oldest amongst her siblings. Was the most adventurous and was the mother-figure to her siblings.

Adulthood: Became a dancer at the age of 19. Her husband passed away when she was 23 and her mother died soon after. She now focuses most of her time balancing between her dancing, art, friends, and her family,
Special Moments: The day her husband, William, died. When she first performed with her dancing group in front of the royal court in Sheolan.
Current Events: She wished for good fortune to come her family's way.

Relations
* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *

* ☯ Sofia: Description
* ☯ Ornstein: Description
* ☯ Ariah: Description
* ☯ Lee: Description
* ☯ Kairos: Description
* ☯ Nina: Description

Extras
Character Quote: "Treat me like a queen and I'll treat you like royalty, baby. Treat me like a game and I'll show you how it's played." - Mila
Theme Song: Bebe Rexha - Bad Bitch (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
Aura Color: A deep pink with swirls of white.
Scent: Midnight Jasmine, a flower typically found in the night. Mix that with the smell of scented oils and heat.
Anything Else: Nothing I can think of.

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Ariah Acrana

Ariah listened to the mental and physical conversation that filled the air all around them, though the oddity of it all was truly something to deal with. Though he still had to have a plan of action as the question of getting off the island was posed. In truth his plan revolved around the relic providing fruit and he'd have a way off through it. Instead the ship he rode in on was probably half way to a tropical beach by now.

When Sofia mentally threw her answer he felt the need to try and capitalize on it and head after her physically, picking up his own pace to gain on her. Hopefully it wouldn't turn into a hostile situation as things were still a small bit tense. Also not wanting to mentally say for her to spot in the event that TOO gets seen as a hostile act. Why must things be so tense all of a sudden? Causing problems when people could be friends or just enjoy life a tad. Regardless when he closed the gap to Sofia he posed his question, "Hey hold up a minute. I heard what you uh... thought... I guess. And I was hoping to get aboard on that deal. I'm not to eager to head that direction but I'd rather not stay on this island all by my lonesome. So... think I could tag along too?" He finished, walking besides her and trying to help lay on some... charming moves to better edge his chances of hitching a ride with this... well for lack of a better term stranger.

Though to head to a land he hated. This would be a trip that wouldn't be particularly enjoyable for him, especially given his political views. Though without any bounties or standing warrants for him in that Kingdom it would just be a matter of not killing anybody who's too... "Sheolanian" around town on his way out of town.

[Assistant]
Kairos Threadbare

Kairos paid little attention to the words that were flung around the temple interior, the prospect of a battle had faded as each individual sort to disengage from the current situation. More pressing was the ideas that were projected into his mind, it seemed a group of these 'thoughts' were coming up with the idea that the individuals in this room had somehow been mentally linked, the 'surface' thoughts of others rippling over from their stream of consciousness to each other. 'An unsettling prospect to have others poking around in my head, there's only room for one in here Kairos thought to himself, no doubt the idea would be spilling out to the others though.

Shaking his head he glanced back to where the relic had been minutes earlier. Perhaps this strange experience was just a side-effect of its destruction, with enough distance and time it was possible that such stray thoughts from these other individuals would be unable to reach. Turning to leave he couldn't help but pause as Sofia's thoughts reached his mind once more, with the mention of Sheolan. Focusing his eyes on her he spoke aloud, not wishing to commune via thought just yet "Sheolan you say? Would that make you a servant of our current Megalomaniac Zeph?. His words carried carried a humorous edge but there were undercurrents of a doubtful accusation 'She doesn't bare the colours of his army though that could mean little given the secretive nature of the current task.

More importantly, as he asked his question, Kairos made a note of the others reactions to Zeph's name - for most outside of the Empire's army it had almost become a curse word. Thus far it seemed as though none here were in liege with the madman, but given the current situation with surface thoughts leaking out, it might be a good chance to catch such an individual off guard, and might save some of those looking to hitch a ride with such an individual from any trouble

[User]
Nina Nightingale

'Indeed. But thank you for the ride as well. I am to be heading back in that direction anyways for the time being.' Nina thought back to Sophia specifically in response, mentally sighing to herself as she was grateful for the small kindness being thrown her way in that regard, 'Would you happen to know any doctors or healers in Sheolan as well? I can go to them on my own if you know any, but i don't want to be too much of a pest.'

She had might as well ask while she had the chance to. The life of her mother depended on it, and she needed to find some other help fast if this relic had utterly failed herself and the others. The link was an interesting thing, at least, but at the same time she did not need to waste time either. She had to save her mother from dying, to save her home from collapsing and the like. Zeph's forces were as cruel as the sometimes attackers on their base of operations were, and if her mother was not there the organization back home might weaken, possibly enough that her family would...would...

She could not ponder the matter much, and shook it out of her head mentally as she heard others pipe in on the matter of getting a ride and such. A frown, nearly a scowl, came to Nina's face as she heard two more individuals speak up mentally and otherwise on the matter. This was especially since Nina feared both the latter's accusation and the two's overall asking could ruin her own chance at getting off of this island and back to the mainland.

"Can we quit throwing baseless accusations about and everyone jumping in on wanting to get a ride from Sophia here right now? Besides, that damned megalomaniac would probably send an army to try to get this thing, rather than just one person." Nina said aloud in the direction of both Aria and Kairos, her tone not too happy with the two as she herself walked towards Sophia in a calm fashion.

[Assistant]
Mila
Now, Mila wasn't one for waltzing into dangerous situations without a plan or... period, really. Sure, she enjoyed adventure more than the average person but she prided herself on having a pretty strong self-preservation instinct AND for knowing when to move on and take her winnings and/or losses.

So... when she ended up traveling to some remote island by boat to try and get some mystical artifact that may not exist only to THEN find it and THEN have it burst into sparks and THEN find herself able to hear the thoughts of those around them and them hear hers?

*Deep mental breath*

Yes, every instinct was telling her to run. To leave the ruins and hop on that boat and leave. She would return to her home, wallow in self-pity for about a half-hour and then get ready for work. But, for some reason or another, instead of leaving... she hesitated by the doorway. She watched the others try and figure out a situation to get back to their homes. (Most herding towards the girl who was closest to the artifact, she noted with some amusement. Although an annoying voice in the back of her mind told her the 'girl' was named Sophia.)

She briefly thought of offering a ride back but thought against it, figuring Sophia (There, she acknowledged it.) would be able to play hero and give them a ride back. Prepared to take her leave, she was distracted when Nina (For crying out loud...) grew upset for some reason or another, getting a stern tone with Ariah and possibly Kairos. (Oh, forget it...)

She's apparently worried about losing her ride back to the mainlands.

Even though she wanted to just leave this strangeness behind, she decided to play nice... this once. Stepping forward once more as the mediator, she spoke.

"To take some of the attention of Sophia over here... if anyone needs a ride, I'll also offer transportation. However, once you're on land, you're on your own. I'm also heading to the coast of Otadica so... keep that in mind."

She said all this in a casual manner, almost careless even. If she received no confirmations, it was really no matter to her. She'd be able to go home either way. Besides, at least then no one could say she hadn't been generous in her offering.


[System]
Age: Appears 28
Race: Chatilian
Home Planet: Strarvis DUV, Galaxy Sagitta Aegimius
Skills: To be roleplayed
Hobbies: Enjoys reading, Blacksmithing, Going out to bars
Job: Strarvis Yakuza
Rank: Lieutenant of the Strokath Family
Likes: A good drink, working with fire, keeping fashionable
Dislikes: Tbr
Appearance:

[User]
Cel sat down behind Xael and ran his hand through his hair. It seemed like it was still turning black. He sighed then buckled in. "Don't worry about it. When I find out what's going on you'll be the first to know." He winked at her then tightened the belt, knowing how crazy Ursa would be driving. The cold embraced his arm again, slowly moving up his arm again, but stopping at his shoulder. "Just fuck off." He muttered to himself. Ursa started up the ship and started playing her music as they flew through the void, dodging everything that came at them. Seeing what Orion and Xael where doing, Cel got up when he had a moment to breath and took off for the lasers and shield. He heard Ursa call for him and Orion to hop on the laser. "I'm way ahead of you!" He hollered back.

Once he found the controls, Cel felt more comfortable. "Now this is what I like!" He pulled up the focus and started to aim. Blasting everything that came their way. One after another, ship by ship, he was hitting. The laser wasn't strong enough to destroy any of the ships, but it was enough to disable. Normally at this speed he would miss a few times, but each shot was hitting its mark. Almost as if something was guiding his hand. The cold creeped up his other arm again stopping at his shoulders.

Out of nowhere though, the stars started to shoot buy faster and faster. "They must have gotten the hyperdrive going. I should go check on the others again and make sure everyone's okay." Cel stood up and started to make his way back to the cockpit, but his legs started to give out on him. The shiver returned and the cold started to engulf his whole body again. "What.... is happening to me." he studdered then fell to his knees. He looked at his hands then at the glass in front of him. Though it wasn't much, he could see the reflection of himself and the gold figure behind him. It was taking more of a form. It looked humanoid but also Alien. Cel only caught a glimpse of the figure before the rest of his body gave out and fell to the floor. His vision blurred but before he passed out, he could see the faint figure of someone. Maybe someone real. "Damn it." Cel grunted before passing out.

[Assistant]
The large plasma cloud that Orion pointed to made Ursa squirm, her voice slightly scratchy, "Probably could get through it, but the ship doesn't need the extra damage."

With Orion putting in some coordinates and setting the ship to autopilot Ursa changed the temperature back to normal before she stood up, stretching slightly. She rubbed her neck, "I suppose I can take first watch..I am still burning off some energy from the chase."

She watched as Orion took off with Ace and walked over to her hat turning it around so that she could push her bangs out of her face before she looked over at Xael, "Thanks for the directions, and the ship. I know having us bums join you probably wasn't what you were planning today."

She gave the girl a once over, wanting to mention what happened earlier with her eyes when she figured she should go check on Cel. He was her friend after all and he seemed to be struggling with something physically. She pointed to the door, "I'm just gonna go check on long locks. Want to keep an eye out for a few minutes."

At Xael's response she smiled walking towards the hallway connecting the cockpit to the weapons station, "Cel? You all..CEL?"

She looked over to see Cel with thick black hair and a gold alien-like shimmering just near him. She pulled out one of her guns and narrowed her eyes, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM JACKASS! You don't know me but I can promise you I am one hell of a good shot. So unless you want one between the eyes. I suggest to you. STEP. BACK."

She was deadly serious, and the creature seemed to take her warning honestly before it leaned down slowly towards Cel. She prepared to shoot it as it prepared to strike her but instead it began to fuse into Cels form. She watched in silence before it disappeared inside her friend, "What the f.."

As soon as it was gone she re-sheathed her weapon and ran to Cel falling to her knees as she rolled him onto his back pushing his hair out of his face, and leaning his head back so she could feel for a breath, "You better not be dead...you little. Oh, thank Cthulu."

She put her ear to his chest, sighing when she heard a heartbeat. She sat up resting a hand on her knee as she looked over him, leaning down to tap his cheek, "Cel?? Handsome?? If you wake up now I'll show ya my jugs??"

Cel would probably be over the moon for that or at least disturbed by her use of the word jugs, but he didn't seem to hear her, meaning he was completely out of it. She pulled off Orion's jacket and placed it under his head as she stood up moving back towards the cockpit. She called out to Xael, "Hey Xael? Uh.. Cel is passed out in the hallway, and I think, mind you not being dead sober, that a gold alien being just was vacuumed into his body. Do you have a med bay or can you help him? I'm worried.."

She motioned the girl over, looking down at Cel as she placed her head on his forehead to feel his temperature, "He feels cold, but that may be because of the temperature."

She didn't lie to Xael she was worried. She didn't love Cel like a brother, but as criminal relationships go, they had a solid one. She didn't want to see him hurt.

She looked over at Xael, "I'm gonna go let Orion know what's happened. Just in case we have another stowaway hiding on here. Can you stay with him? Okay..I'll be right back."

She headed down the hallway, unsure where to go when she heard some music. She followed it, pausing as the voice of a woman could be heard inside. She was about to interrupt when she realized it was a recording. She waited until the second song played before she came in, walking over to find Orion about to fall asleep, "Yo...Sexy pants. Sorry to ruin your sleep but Cel just fell unconscious and an alien-looking motherfucker just leeched into him. I don't know if there are more of them on this ship, but I figured I should tell you. Xael's with him now but I don't know if she has any med skills?"

[User]
"Sure I'll keep an eye. He's probably just being dramatic about that his hair is turning black or something..."

Xael smiled to herself slightly, relaxing once the ship seemed to shift to autopilot and also began to warm up. The warmth was comforting despite she didn't really need it for survival. She reached down, her long slender fingers unbuckling the harness which was holding her into her seat. Her eyes flashed across the dash, ensuring the artificial gravity was activated as well. Once she felt everything was fine, she leaned back slightly, watching the galaxies around them as the ship made it's way to Orion's ship likewise.

It seemed like only a few seconds had passed before Ursa was called for Xael to come see Cel, stating he was passed out in the hall. Xael's brow furrowed and she got up, and continued toward Ursa as she kept speaking. She had said she thought a weird golden alien had been vacuumed into Cel's body. Xael's eyes shifted to a slight sideways glance, feeling confused and unsure about what Ursa was really talking about.

"I'm not sure what you mean by a golden alien? Like... someone else was here? Or was it just... like... a fuzzy image? Could you have imagined it?"

She waited for Ursa to respond, and when she did, Xael chewed her lower lip. After a few moments of Xael looking at Cel passed out, Ursa said she was going to tell Orion, and got up to leave. This left Xael and Cel alone, despite his unconscious state. She knelt down next to him and leaned in, listening to breathing. She assumed though by how Ursa was reacting, that he was alive. Warm breath caressed her cheek so she leaned back up again to look him over. Nothing seemed to be wrong on his body. No injured she could see flat out, he looked a bit pale, but was regardless of trauma or not. Again, her brow furrowed together. She figured she would try to wake him up again while she waited for Ursa to come back.

"Cel...?" She said gently, reaching out to grip both of his arms just below to the shoulder, and shook him carefully. "There's something we need to talk to you about. You should probably open your eyes..."

While waiting for him to give any type of response, Xael stood up and shifted toward a wall of cabinets a few feet away. She opened up a tall skinny one, pulling out a heating blanket and some cleansed water. She shut the cabinet door and returned to kneel next to him. First, she propped him up carefully against the wall into a seated position, put the blanket over top of him, and then opened up the water.

With the water cylinder open, she poured some into the palm of her hand and wet Cel's face slightly. She then leaned back on her heels and watched him again.

[Assistant]
As his vision went black, a new picture started to appear. It almost looked like it was back home on Phobos. His house full of people. Everyone he had once known, alive again. "What is going on here? I though this place was destroyed?" Cel walked around and checked every room. His bedroom was clean with the bed made and ready for himself and maybe a lucky lady. Cel laughed to himself then sat on the bed. "It's been awhile since I've brought anyone back to this room. To busy nowadays. Thought Ursa would end up in here last time we finished a mission together." He looked around again then sat in his blue reading chair. "That would have made things weird between us. Plus I hate sleeping around now anyways. If I'm with someone I'm going to make it special."

Cel closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. The air was salty and the sounds around him changed. He was now sitting on a lawn chair on the beaches of earth. "How did I get here? What is happening?" Cel stood up, and watched as his feet sank into the sand a bit. The feeling was warm and grainy, but it still felt nice. He walked down to the water and waded around for a bit. The water was cold but refreshing. The air around wisped through his hair. Birds flew all over trying to dive and catch a fish or crabs. Out of the corner of his eye, Cel could see Ursa, Xael, and Orion playing in the water. They waved and beckoned him to come closer and play. "This is very strange. Am I dead?" He though to himself then started to make his way closer to the others. "Whatever it is, I think I like it here. No stress, no blown up world, no strange golden... think standing behind me."

Right as he was about to reach him, Cel could faintly hear someone's voice. "Cel?? Handsome?? If you wake up now I'll show ya my jugs??" Only someone like Ursa would say that to him, but it wasn't the Ursa that was standing in front of him. This voice came from the sky. "Ursa don't be so vulgar. I don't need to see your breasts." He thought for a bit about the voice. It was strange that it came from the sky. Was he asleep? He couldn't remember much that happened before waking up at his house.

In a quick flash though, the setting changed from the lovely beach to a desolated field. The grass and trees around him were on fire except fot one large one standing in the middle of the field. Standing right in front of it was the golden alien like creature he saw before. Cel took a fighting stance, ready to attack at any moment. "Who are you and what do you want!?" He yelled at the creature. It turned around and just looked at him blankly. In the fire light, Cel could see most of what this thing looked like. From head to toe the creature was covered in gold with the exception for a few spots that looked to have purple. On the shoulder, the creature had what looked to be metal wings coming from it.

The creature didn't move at all and just stared at Cel. He couldn't see any threat in it and started to walk closer. Still no movement as Cel approached slowly. As he got closer though, he could see a small engraving on the tree. The fire around them roared as he inched closer and closer to the tree. The golden creature turned as Cel passed it to look at the markings. "Golden Experience." Cel spoke the words slowly, hearing both words trying to understand them. "What the hell is Golden Experience?" He looked back up at the creature. "Is that what your name is? Golden Experience?" The creature shimmered as Cel spoke the words then disappeared quickly, only to reappear behind him. "What the..?" Cel was very confused but there was no time to think. An explosion went off right in front of them, and three even stranger creatures started running right at Cel.

In no time, Cel and taken stance, ready to fight to the death. The creature behind him took the same exact stance. This surprised him, but it didn't matter right now. The attackers were right ontop of them. Cel was ready to strike as the first monster lunged at him, but instead of Cel making the punch, Golden Experience struck first. "Muda!" It said as it landed the first punch, skyrocketing the monster 20ft in the air. There was a splat as it landed and the other two monsters cowered a bit. It wasn't long though before they started to charge. Golden experience took one of them and started to punch relentlessly. "Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda!" It said over and over again as it decimated the creature. The other came straight for Cel which he in turn punched as hard as he could. He landed a couple good hits before creature hightailed it out of there. The fire started to die down as the time passed by. Cel looked at his hands and they were covered in blood from the few hits he landed. He the looked up at Golden Experience and smiled. "So you're on my side then?" no response. "Well I can't keep calling you Golden Experience because that's uuuhhh, that's a mouth full. So I guess I can call you my stand? Since you know, you stand behind me? Fuck it I don't know we'll figure it out." As Cel was talking, another voice came from the sky. "Cel...? There's something we need to talk to you about. You should probably open your eyes..."

It sounded like Xael. The stand then disappeared into Cel and a flash of light happened.

Cel shot straight up with a gasp. Xael was standing next to him. He seemed to be in some sort of medical bay. "What the hell happened. My head is pounding." He looked around for Ursa, but she wasn't there. "I just had the strangest dream. You guys were there and then there was this golden creature.. I think I called it Golden Experience? I don't know it was strange." He looked at Xael who seemed to be confused. "Where's Ursa? I need to tell her something. Plus she owes me something as well."