[System]
5'6 | 147 lbs | Human

Personality
Varanense's a lackadaisical individual with a dry sense of humor and a propensity for lying for no real reason. Carefree and irreverent, he alternates between blinding optimism and crushing pessimism on the drop of the hat, often preferring to play as the foil for other people around him. Advocating the devil is sorta his deal, after all, and the young man simply wants to take it easy and enjoy himself. Others can push against the flow of society and change the world with their ideals and their comrades, but Varanense is just there to enjoy whatever fortune has in store for him. Contrary to his austere appearance, this adventurer is full of small vices, fully intent on enjoying the good times before they inevitably take a turn for the worse.

That's why he relaxes so much, after all. So when bad luck strikes with a vengeance and when the Dungeon rears its ugly head to swallow his allies whole, lazy, carefree Varanense will still be in peak condition to play such high-stakes games.
Backstory
Fame and fortune, bitches and riches. While some adventurers may seek to delve into the depths of the dungeon for a nobler pursuit, Varanense is just there because he enjoys the freedom it affords him and the fairness of it all. Within monster-infested depths, the only thing that matters is how skilled you are, after all. No lineage gives you a greater advantage, no wealth can substitute hard work, and no luck lasts forever. People rise to the top through competence rather than the purity of their blood, and Varanense finds that rather charming and pleasant.

He ran away from home early on as well, switching from being the next Lord of the Verdant Abyss to being just an adventurer under a weird God. And damn, though shit continues to be rough and hard and annoying, his shoulders have never felt lighter, even when he's dragging a sack full of crystals back to the surface. His efforts have meaning, and each day's pleasures and pains is built upon the last.

Of course, that hasn't stopped him from being an indolent slacker.

[User]
Evening///Little Valhalla

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The content was as dry as crappy crackers, but sometimes, that flavor was novel all by itself when spoken by an excitable, but cute girl. When she got going like this, Dahlia reminded Varanense way too much of a young child who was eager to show off what they learned, and it was certainly quite charming. It also made the ranger wonder if he was growing old now, having such thoughts. That was a bit troubling. He sat himself down as she motormouthed away, propping his head up with his arm while listening to as much of it as he could. Nemesis getting involved in god politics was certainly a weird one, while the question about potential…Varanense certainly wasn't aware of any insanely unique skill he had that let him level up at astounding rates.

Curious stuff. He glanced at cat-girl, Kori, if he recalled correctly. Definitely looked like she wasn't impressed by skull-face's casual moves. Was he from the country? Couldn't have been the first time he's seen a beastman, could it? Well, at least he won't be throwing up on his shoes anytime soon. Long-arms though, what a shame. A hero that can't hold a drink is only acceptable when you're a cute-as-a-button fourteen year old brave. As a precaution, Varanense scooted himself away from him, right as Odin silenced Dahlia's background noise with his own arrival, throwing in more words before zipping off afterwards.

Don't worry about the price of anything, huh…

Well, what's free was usually the most expensive, and Varanense still couldn't wrap his head around why anyone here would have been selected. Was this just Odin subtly hitting on their goddesses? Weird stuff. He probably shouldn't read too deeply into it. Leaning back in his chair, the dark-skinned youth directed his gaze towards Dahlia again, a lop-sided grin surfacing. "So, that's Odin, huh? What's even the discount for? Thought it was standard for the parents to give things to their children, free of charge?"

[Assistant]
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 Little Valhalla

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Oben held his hand limply, his shoulders drooping as he sauntered a few feet away. The inviting air of Little Valhalla had quickly turned majestic upon the appearance of a dapper old-man. He was hunched over but carried an exuberance that defied his gray hairs. Odin had grabbed Oben's attention completely. Even still, his hand throbbed badly. Guess he knew just how strong Dahlia was now, enough to be terrifying at the least. Once Odin had disappeared behind a wall, leaving them without his esteemed presence. Oben shook his pained appendage at Dahlia before dropping to a low-crouch, rubbing the gloved-hand delicately.

Back turned to Dahlia, he twisted so his pouting lips could be visible. "You didn't have to hit me. I just wanted to touch her ears a little," he pinched the air tightly "Like this much."

Saying that Oben stood back up and jogged over to the cat-eared girl. As he passed Dahlia, he smiled at her. "I'll ask this time. I promise."

He held his nodachi in place, keeping it from swinging as he approached her. He tried to look inconspicuous but his curiosity was beginning to bubble-over. "So your ears, I think they're really cute," his voice was casual and innocent. Tyche always taught him to open up with a compliment when it comes to girls. He kept his hand from reaching up to grab them. " Can I... Can I touch 'em?"

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Dahlia replied to Varanense. "The discount's for pretty much every establishment Odin owns. Which is a lot, to be honest. He dabbles in most wares, like potions, wholesale weapons and armour, food, inns, a brothel, and pretty much everything that isn't artisanal." She gave an empathetic sigh. "Most gods would give stuff to their children for free. But Odin's the type of man who'd charge his kids rent the second they turn 14. Don't worry too much about it. The discount adds up, even if you don't pay attention to it. I'm surprised you even got one. I'm still running off my 2%."

Then, Dahlia turned to face the masked youth complaining. He made an effort to show HOW PAINED HE WAS and then ran back over to the cat-eared girl.

"That boy isn't right..."

Evening turned to night in a flash. The booze provided in Little Valhalla was much more than any one of the greenhorn adventurers could have predicted. After thirty minutes, one drink was enough to release one's inhibitions. Two drinks was enough to change one's personality. Five drinks? Castor had the absolute time of his life. One that he was unable to remember, for better or worse. The festivities, though hard to recall, included Varanense flirting with a few hot adventurers and Valkyries (though they merely saw him as a quaint child—even the ones who were younger than him), Oben being very confused at the races of a few of the veterans, Kori trying to take care of someone much less drunk than herself, and Castor vanishing only to hear pained screaming at another part of the restaurant.

By midnight, not a single one was conscious. At least, none of them remembered being conscious.

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The next day.

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The adventurers had awoken in their respective homes. For Castor, he woke up with his left elbow feeling like it was bent 90 degrees the wrong way, a feeling of loss, and his mouth tasting like vomit and old fish. Castor didn't eat any fish, which was confusing. At least, he didn't eat any that he could remember. Varanense had awoken with similar feelings of failure, but his arms were okay and he didn't spew. Or he did, but he brushed his teeth. Oben had awoken to his pockets full of small denominations of vallis. The coins practically spewed out of his pockets, almost ruining his clothes from the seams almost breaking. Kori had awoken with a heartfelt thank you note from a man who had called himself 'the hammer'. He even signed his name as a very aggressive HAMMER. It was confusing. Each one of them had woken up with a bill for the night. The cost was astounding. Oben's pocket coins couldn't even make a dent on the minimum payment.

Sure, it was an illegible scrawl. But each of the adventurers could at least recall the fact that they did sign it, even if they didn't read any of the print. They were now in heavy debt, and the only way out was to actually join the party. Talk about indentured servitude. At least they got to keep whatever money they made in the dungeon. On the reverse side of the bill, however, was a note scrawled on it.

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Upon arriving to the entrance, the adventurers could see Dahlia, as ready as she always was, speaking to a worried looking Pallum. On her back was a huge rucksack that had been deflated by a severe lack of loot. She didn't carry a single visible weapon, nor did she wear any armour. She was a supporter. Supporters were always a strange thing in the dungeon. Adventurers were often unable to carry both loot and fight. Supporters, however, would allow adventurers to fight without the burden of having to carry random items. There was an old saying that went around Orario: "A good supporter is worth two adventurer's backs". It was true; backpack overstuffing that caused back injury was the number three cause of retirement for adventurers. The other two were 'death' and 'permanent disability'. It was a pretty wide margin between those two and back injuries. Still, having a supporter was practically a necessity for a five man party that delved any deeper than the first five floors.

"Ah, there they are! The men and woman of the hour! I trust you slept well? Ah, where's my manners, let me introduce you to my old associate, Penn! She's a supporter and she'll be hauling any items you don't want to carry back up. She's pretty trustworthy and I've already paid all of her fees, so don't worry about that. So for this, we're probably going to try to get as far as you can to gauge how well you work together. I'll be behind you every step of the way, so if something goes wrong, I can step in. Besides that, just try to work together as a team. Penn will support you, but she's not exactly an amazing combatant." Penn had unleashed the most powerful kick that she could to Dahlia's thigh, only to be rebuked by nothing more than a slapping noise. "So besides that, just don't worry about the formalities of all of this and just do what you usually do. Any questions?"

[Assistant]
Morning///A Certain Third-Story Flat

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Daylight had yet to break through the thin curtains of the room, but Varanense was already awake. Free as he may have been, the adventurer was still a slave to habit, and no matter how late he stayed up the night before, it was always like this: waking up an hour before sunrise, Nemesis cuddled up against him. Never for pleasure, but always for warmth. He smiled sleepily, brushing a silver strand out of her eyes, before pulling himself away…and almost fell over from the sudden brutal headache that struck him right in the top of the cranium. Stumbling a couple of steps before converting into a not-so graceful sitting position on the ground, he nursed a surprisingly acute hangover. What even happened last night? His mouth tasted funny too, filled with a strange flavor that he wasn't sure he wanted to know the origin of. Was it a wild night? Or was it a bad night? His brow furrowed as he tried to recall, but all Varanense could come up with was…nothing.

A suspicious amount of nothing. It had been Little Valhalla, after all. Knowing himself, he wouldn't have gotten blackout drunk by choice, because this would have been an experience actually worth remembering. He pulled himself up again, before hearing an equally suspicious crinkling coming from his pocket. Extracting it, Varanense narrowed his eyes at the mysterious glyphs, his D+ intelligence trying in vain to decipher the alien text before he came to the realization that it was all just bad writing. Bad writing and a goddamn debt. A goddamn debt of 825000 vallis. No interest, because Odin wasn't a gangster, but still, Varanense wouldn't be able to make that much money even after selling his kidneys.

A sigh escaped him. So that was their collar. So much for a relaxing slow life with an exhibitionist goddess. He let out another sigh, wondering if he at least got one of the Valkyrie's numbers after all this. But no, disappointment and failure persisted there too.

What a life.

Varanense sulked around the flat until someone's big black cock (referring to the male adult chicken) crowed in the distance and an alcohol-infused Nemesis began half-heartedly prodding him in the head with her feet, complaining about the lack of breakfast. Then, he promptly leapt up, and restarted his morning routine, humming a happier rendition of a song about tossing gods under the grindstone of a mill and making bread out of them.

At least his porridge making skills remained on point.

Late Morning///Entrance to the Dungeon

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11AM was hella late by Varanense's standards. Clock in early, clock out early was his motto for the easy breezy adventuring life, but considering his terrible no good very bad start in the morning, it was a miracle that he showed up at all. Well, if the insidious threat of Odin's edicts served as a miracle at all. In the same clothing that he went into the tavern with, then partied with, then slept in, Varanense nodded at the new face, a cutesy little Pallum that shoulda aimed for the hollow Dahlia's knee if she hoped to actually do anything. Always weird to see Pallum supporters, honestly. There had to be some sort of witchcraft happening there, when children carried packs thrice their weight, but somehow ended up not toppling backwards whenever they walked on an incline.

"Varanense," he introduced himself, offering the Pallum a handshake. Then, his eyes flickered back to Dahlia, a tinge of caution in his eyes. "And just in case it's actually the case, even though it's probably not the case at all…Odin doesn't have some sort of hellish training regime waiting for us tomorrow, yeah? Really can't picture anyone managing to get to level 2 within a year n all."

Most didn't even make it to level 2 in their entire life, after all. The dark-skinned archer readjusted his quiver as he waited for an answer, wondering if others shared the same opinion as himself. No matter how you cut it, unless they were going to be thrown at Minotaurs or forced through similarly satanic trials, there was no way they were going to level up before they had to cough up 100,000 vallis. What a hellzone.


[System]
5'8 | 139 lbs | 25 y/o | Male

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PersonalityWhat was a Chi-Mechframe but a superweapon, to be turned against civilization once the Warped were wiped? What was a human, but a vessel to be fit into the cogs of the state? What was he, but a bastard adrift, sustained by directionless spite and anchored by burdens, obligations, and debts?

Xuan-Yu is anchored by a persistent, weary hollowness, one alleviated only by the emotions he draws out of others to fill in his cute, cynical mask. Unlike those who've managed to survive the ruination of the world with their psyche intact, the invasion of the Warped and the measures that nations took to preserve themselves had revealed to him the nature of power and humanity, pushing him into the quagmire that his psychology persists in today. The youth with dreams of independence after graduation had been shattered into glass, leaving naught more but an empty vessel ringed with sharp edges. He knows now his worth, the price of a pound of his flesh, the limits of what his efforts could bring. There were only so many people he could hold in his hands, and to overreach, to overestimate, would mean losing more and more. Pressure mounts incessantly, even as Xuan-Yu exudes a surface-level apathy, and the provocations that dance along his tongue exist as the hot vapors that shriek out from a rusted engine. Sarcastic wit and an acerbic outlook are both things he has plenty of, and he's always poking and prodding, seeing how far he could go with verbalized stress relief, but in the end, Xuan-Yu is undoubtedly a professional.

He will get his work done, with the diligence and focus of a conscript, a volunteer, a Frame Pilot. If all it took was a pound of his flesh to make a place in the world for the few he cares for, then Xuan-Yu would do what he must. It was what was beaten into him for the last five years, after all.
HistoryWho cared for the story of an individual, when it is through the movement of governments that one's fate was decided? The Warped apocalypse came like a tide, every soldier sent to stall them turned to flesh or host, every country scrambling to secure their own borders or sacrificing their sovereignty to obtain security from larger neighbours. And in the chaos of imminent extinction, so came opportunity for land grabs. Islands, once protected by legislation and convention, were devoured by continental superpowers, turned into fortresses and safehouses for the wealthy and influential, all while metropolises converted themselves into barracks, taking in refugees and sending out conscripts. All for the glory of the fatherland, all for the sanctity of the motherland.

And China, seeing opportunity while the States grappled with their domestic concerns, positioned themselves as the final line of defense for humanity's hope, shielding the cloistered experimental facilities of Japan with the bodies of the millions that it could no longer feed. Mountainous terrain and massive river systems stalled the progress of both the Warped and civilians alike, while forward cities were set up solely as massive sarcophagi to distract the monstrous horde for days, months, perhaps even a year. They all fell though, as supplies concentrated on city-fortresses that "had value". There was no space in humanity's survival for humanity, and individual tragedies had no place in national triumphs. For humanity would triumph through the sacrifice of the masses, just as it always had.

But miscalculations remained, and in wartime, it was the generals, not the ministers, who held the greatest powers. Those conscripted to fight for their cities, for their families, gained a pride of their own. What did they care for the directives of Beijing, when it was their commanders who tolled for them, when it was their relatives who fought beside them? A sense of pride in their own army, in their own city, spawned the first of many military factions, as those who fought on the frontlines decided that it was best to position themselves for the next stage of the war. Alliances formed between the city-states on the frontlines of the Warped War, while fallen cities were subsumed by those still standing.

And what of those refugees, seeking shelter from the Warped, willing to do whatever necessary to ensure that they had a seat in a world with scarcer and scarcer resources?

They fought at the vanguard, obviously. Fought with the lowest pay, the fewest benefits, in the most dangerous scenarios, their will buoyed only by the promise that their families could live as second-class citizens in the militarized cities. Human generosity was in short supply, rations were in shorter supply. Whatever crime against humanity was at play here was simply accepted as a consequence of having to face down the apocalypse.

Xuan-Yu was one such refugee, one such conscript, one such volunteer. Filled with spite towards the army that he had signed his life away to, yet unable to do anything to resist whatever order was sent his way. He travelled where they wanted him to be, fought where they wanted him to fight, and bled where they wanted him to bleed. For fatherland, infertile and scorched? For motherland, broken and skeletal? No, just for a handful of lives, just a letter or two sent when his deployments coincided with the movements of the army's messengers.

And when an operation in an isolated region of China went horribly wrong, causing mass Echnida infections amongst the soldiers, Xuan-Yu found himself alive where others died. Found himself a Frame Pilot, when the military distrusted his personality, his status, too much to invest anything in him. They were under no illusions of how they've abused those like him, and he had made no effort to hide his hatred of them either. Still, he was a collared, mangy beast, and when an international organization of great repute scouted him, the army was more than willing to let him go.

After all, losing a common soldier in exchange for a king's ransom was no-brainer of a deal, and any potential betrayal was out of the question when they still had a firm grip on his leash.
SkillsXuan-Yu, like most young men with all four of his limbs and no severe physical defects, has been conscripted during the beginning of the war to fight for the national security of his country. An infantryman, but one that hasn't been offered much in the way of proper training, he knows his way around living in a warzone, maintaining his Type 81 AR, and applying emergency medical treatment in substandard environments.

He was an experienced gymnast, specializing in the physically demanding and artistically lacking Floor Exercise. He was a bright student who studied business, back when academics meant something for one's success. He was a hobbyist violinist, as many youths were back then, but few luthiers of noteworthy skill survived, and his skills did not merit any particular attention from the associations that hoarded what instruments remained.

He speaks Mandarin with a Guangdong accent, can use Cantonese curses, and is proficient in Japanese and Korean.
Chi-Mechframe: Deathstalker
AppearanceA pitch-black armored body suit with fluid-filled tubing stretching out from its back and scarlet flexors peeking out where the human body's joints are, Deathstalker was craft of a massive scorpion-based Warped hunted down within the plains of Inner Mongolia. While the monster itself possessed terrifyingly powerful melee strikes, could camouflage itself to appear invisible to the naked eye, and generated poisons so noxious that it could dissolve flesh like cotton candy, it was ultimately detected through radar systems and obliterated by wide-range bombardment. Such is the fate of all assassins. Against indiscriminate destruction, it mattered little whether they truly knew you were there or not.
AbilitiesDeathstalker possesses above average physical capabilities in exchange for eschewing all ranged weapons, energy-based attacks, and defensive measures, with particularly exceptional strength and speed. While its Warped inspiration is that of a scorpion, the artificial flexors on the limbs operate more like that of a pistol shrimp's, able to lock into place before snapping out at supersonic speeds. It is from this that the Chi-Mechframe's destructive potential is manifested, allowing the Stinger Blade, a sturdy but otherwise unremarkable sword, to rip through hardened armor like its nothing at all. However, repeated usage of these 'Burst Strikes' will undoubtedly damage the human beneath, and while leg strikes are roughly three times as powerful as arm strikes, they take much longer to recover between each individual strike as well. Sustained combat is not the Deathstalker's forte, and an opportunistic mind would make better use of this Chi-Mechframe than a true-blooded warrior.

The Deathstalker's optical camouflage has seen some improvement compared to its Warped inspiration as well. Drawing in visuals of its surroundings, the Chi-Mechframe is able to project an illusory field over its surface, subsequently melting into the background and allowing it to operate undetected at roughly 60% of its physical capabilities. While this camouflage can be easily seen through with auditory or olfactory means, the small size of the Chi-Mechframe makes it nigh-undetectable on radar and the frame itself can synchronize with the environment's temperatures, confounding infrared detection. Still, the performance of any physical attack would require optical camouflage be removed and energy reallocated towards more martial purposes, at least against the Warped.

Poison synthesis and generation, however, was the quality that suffered the most during the translation from Warped Core to Chi-Mechframe. While the original poisons could caused catastrophic damage to biological matter with a single drop, the poisons that Deathstalker cultivates are debilitating but rarely lethal. Rather, it would be more accurate to consider it an anesthetic when used against the Warped, numbing their sense of touch and perhaps reducing or even completely shutting down their fine motor control. In the very best case scenario, localized paralysis can set in, but even then, such paralysis does not last long. Officially speaking, this poison's efficacy, dubbed Red Kiss, has not been confirmed upon human subjects.

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--The Land Down Under--

@Medili

After the misunderstanding was cleared, things surprisingly progressed quickly for the two frame pilots of opposite temperaments. The fact that Teodora went out of her way to explain everything and apologize cemented all but one path for Pyra to go to, anyone - including herself - could see that it'd be Pyra's fault now if she maintained her hostile disposition towards the older girl, not to mention delusional. If Teo was willing to accommodate her noise preference, then the least Pyra could do was do the same in return so they could meet at a sweet spot in the middle. Although it'd still be difficult for Pyra to be naturally comfortable around such boisterous people compared to being by herself, at least she and Teodora are cool now.

That said, the event turned out to be the best as Pyralis found herself being assigned in the same squad as Teodora and Elise this time around. Although the brunette was willing to postpone any personal beef with her squadmates during missions, it'd make things a lot easier if she didn't dislike any of them in the first place. Looking out towards the deceptively calm waters of the Sydney Harbor, the sea reflected in her blue eyes, the Japanese-Greek was well-informed that twas' a mere ruse for something sinister was lurking underneath the waves, this thalassophobia-inducing leviathan of the deep.

Therein lied one conundrum that Pyra had about this particular assignment. Her Chi-Mechframe was designed around incendiary attacks... and this creature was submerged in the ocean; although Infernus' flames were no ordinary fire, the fact remained that her weapons would be less effective against submerged targets. To make the most use of her dragonfire, she had to employ fast-moving projectiles, such as jets of flames to give the attack enough oomph to pierce through the water without letting the cold liquid doused too much of its power. This meant techniques such as Agni Enfilade and similar long-ranged arcing projectiles would be unwise to pick over its more direct fire counterparts such as Infernal Buster.

Regardless, she had a job to do and right now, it was scouting; an artilleryman needed to locate her target first before firing after all. Taking a step forward, Pyralis held out her left arm, where the wristband was latched onto her wrist.

"Infernus, ignite!"

A short baptism of fire later, an armored dress formed over the brunette's black leotard and a dragonlance on her left arm. Infernus immediately vaulted off the railings as feet-wings of flames carried her diagonally up into the air. "Conducting a scan on the perimeter now, over." Pyra reported as she began to do exactly that. She didn't expect this to be easy, but wasn't that why Horizon assigned three flight-capable Frame Pilots to the task?

[Assistant]
She'd missed her opportunity. Norika had beat around the bush and failed to interact in any meaningful way with her fellow pilots. She'd tried, but each attempt had ended in some awkward conversation. "Nice weather we're having." "Been a long day." "Hey, you gonna finish that?" That last one had been spectacularly embarrassing. Asking Fukada if she was going to finish a snack was like asking if the sun was going to set in the west.

But life went on. Birds flew and fish swam. The Horizon left Japanese airspace and headed for a new location.

And now, here she was in the middle of Australia with Xuan-Yu Lang. Definitely not how she wanted to spend her day, but orders were orders. She'd remained silent when the orders were handed down, but once in the privacy of her quarters Norika had let loose a string of curses that would have made a sailor take notice. To say she wasn't very keen on this whole mission was an understatement. Once suited up and armed, Norika did her best to maintain a cold exterior.

Now, standing in front of some kind of abandoned facility, she was in a slightly better mood. The dry heat sucked, but the mission ahead seemed promising. Norika flipped her revolver open and began inserting rounds wider than her thumb into the cylinder. "Can I trust you to watch my back without tripping me?" asked Norika. Her tone had an icy edge to it. She still hadn't let their little interaction a few days ago go.

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"Please."

And as always, the Chi-Mechframe responded, pulling Xuan-Yu beyond the reaches of humanity, dissolving his physical form into an existence that light could no longer catch.

Even in what accounted as 'Northern' Territory, Australian weather was the murky and unpleasant, the dry heat and the lack of shelter making it the sort of situation that caused an abandoned facility look almost like a welcoming place to be. Less welcoming was the fact that he was put on babysitting duty with a girl seven years younger temporally, and twelve years younger physically. He cast a glance towards Norika, already looking so tense and serious that it looked like a mockery of both those descriptors, before throwing out a nasty sneer at her comment.

Oh wait, no need to bother with facial expressions. She can't even see him now.

"Yeah, go for it," Xuan-Yu replied, making his steps loud enough to show that he was headed into the facility already. "Just don't blame me when you end up tripping over yourself, Dulac. Heard coordination's pretty difficult when you're still growing."

Really, this was the definition of a one-man job. Was ol' Sandy feeling punitive, putting a sadist on a stealth mission and expecting him to leash her in?


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* Age:17
* Gender:Male
* Race:Human(Onmyoji)
* Appearance:Not the most handsome lad. His voice matches his appearance, being soft and raspy.
* Personality: Shiki is a rather soft-spoken, introverted lad. He is not the most emotive nor socially skilled kind of guy, and more than often fails to notice his gaze is perhaps a little too penetrating. Intellectual and mature, Shiki rarely speaks without thinking things three times in his head, and he tends to enjoy investigation and discovery, even though he can be unaware of bounds sometimes. For those who get past his usual unsettling demeanor, Shishi lives up to his namesake, being fiercely protective of his friends and acquaintances, and he doesn't make a distinction between humans and youkai.
* Abilities: Shiki comes from a family of onmyouji, and as such he's versed in the art of using Ofuda for various purposes, such as exorcising, healing, summoning and barriers. He also uses the Ofuda to augment his physique when fighting. Shiki's affinity is Yin, which theoretically makes him more effective at causing negative effects than positive ones, but he loathes to admit it. This is what makes him to be able to use Youkai as Shikigami summons aswell. Currently, he has managed to successfully contract a couple of youkai under his orders. These are Yamabaka, a dimwitted but eager oni and Aohime, a very haughty Yuki-onna who styles herself as a princess (and she has the power to match) that nevertheless has a soft spot for Shiki (not that she'll ever admit it!).
* Skills: Shiki is a dilligent student and he excells in most academic subjects. He's also rather fit and athletic, practicing swordplay regularly. While not a sword-freak, he can actually hold his own in a fight. He is also a great listener, and he can do his house chores acceptably (he excels at sewing and cleaning)...except cooking. His cooking is his strongest debuff.
* Equipment: Shiki carries a set of tags to make his ofuda,and his clothes are also lined in several of them aswell as well as special tags for summoning on his person. The katana he carries is actually imbued in one of his strongest curses, which he calls Stigma. This curse essentially creates a spiritual, as well as a physical wound on a target. It affects incorporeal beings, and one must lift the curse before allowing the wound to heal. Fortunately, the curse can only be effective within a limited timeframe, namely minutes, because it has an absurd mana consumption, although wounds caused by the curse will persist afterwards, until each wound is purified individually.
He also carries a pink cellphone (it was a gift from the Yukionna). Really.
* Brief Backstory:Shiki was born as the middle child on a semi successful family of Onmyoji. Ever since he was a kid, the lad had an air of creepiness around him. Nevertheless given that his family found out his affinity early enough, this wasn't much of a difficulty during his upbringing. Except the fact he could never get to befriend anyone. Guys either tried to bully him or shied away from him. Girls just found him gross. So he found solace in the family job of punishing evil spirits. And he was a good shot at it.

But he still had no friends. Shiki just resigned to his fate, and spent his last summer vacation travelling alone, roaming. Turns out that humans did rebuke him, but youkai did not. He was not creepy for them. And so that's how he managed to create lasting bonds, which culminated in recruiting a couple of them as shikigami after several misadventures. It was then when he heard about the Miura district, and how the Miura Youth Organization was recruiting. Perhaps there was a place in the world for the likes of him after all. And he could probably make more friends.

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Honami Aoi

Even with her abilities as a satori dulled in order to prevent her from being overwhelmed, Aoi could feel the cheer and good spirits circulating across the festival grounds. So many people were having fun! ... And, of course, she could perhaps attempt to detect the mochi this way. Sakura mochi, especially, was quite a favorite for the diminutive youkai girl. Though to be truthful, all Japanese snack foods fell into the area of Aoi's approval! While the President's area was meals, and Yuina's area was 'anything both edible and with a pleasant taste', Aoi's specialty was snacks.

Her 'ears' twitched, as she detected someone having seen her, and soon enough a voice called out to her. It was a familiar one, the voice of Himura Hiraku.

"Oh, hi, Hiraku-san!" Aoi returned his greeting cheerily, extending one hand towards the heavens to give the boy an enthusiastic wave. "Yep, it's all done! No more paperwork for me!"

The bright smile on the satori's face rather easily betrayed how glad she was to be done with that, even if she rarely complained about it. Aoi also quickly took in all the prizes and food that Hiraku was carrying, particularly lingering on that teddy bear for a few noticeable moments.

It was really cute.

"I'm looking for the mochi right now!"

[Assistant]
Ah, how pleasant. Aoi's smile was definitely better than coffee when it came to reenergizing people, wasn't it? Finishing off the rest of his yakisoba, Hiraku tossed it into a nearby garbage bin like a professional NBA player going for a masterful three-pointer. He needed his hands now, after all.

Walking closer, Hiraku was just about to raise his own hand once more to high-five her…when the satori dropped it down to the side once more. Ah. Just a greeting. Awkward.

Somewhere in the heavens, a miserable little snake was sniggering.

Recovering quickly from that shame, Hiraku nodded at her request, before putting his thinking cap on. There were, of course, plenty of places that sold mocha, from specialty stores to the flour-y dessert just being a side menu, but those were boring. He nodded a bit more, this time closing his eyes and forcing his uncooperative brain to come up with an answer.

"Ah, I think Nakatani Confectionaries has a do-it-yourself sorta thing going on with their mocha. Wanna give that a try? I can teach you the timing if you're fine with doing the hammer."

Wasn't exactly a couple-sorta thing, but hey, gotta start slow and move onto more date-y stuff afterwards~!

[User]
Ren

The Kitsune girl had been walking around for sometime now and begrudgingly dropped her transformation to make her look more human. It was going to be a long exhausting day and wasting her energy on something so cosmetic while on patrol was out of the question. However, she did cover her head with her hoodie which had special slots for her ears to stick out, as it would be too painful to bind them to her head all day. Mostly all her clothes were customized by her mom for that reason, she had a lot of Velcro, and just adored when her daughter let her Kitsune side show...'disgusting'. Ren absolutely hated how adorable she must've looked right now, her golden fox ears and fluffy tail poking out of her clothes like a damn idiot but it couldn't be helped at the moment.

"Aw, look at the cute kitsune girl cosplaying as a boy, how adorable!" A woman said to her male companion.

Ren just kept walking trying to ignore the dumb lady, it would be counter productive to cause a scene when she was trying to keep the peace. However, her tail did whip around in frustration and her ears press against her head.

"Oh, look her tail is wagging, she must be so happy!" The woman remarked with glee.

Ren let out a growl and cast an illusion on herself to make her look like a feral fox with glowing red eyes and jagged fangs. "I will end you!" she snarled at the couple. The pair looked horrified for a moment as Ren's fox face settled back into her cute kitsune face, however, the two got the hint and moved along.

"Damn idiots," the teen grunted to herself as she continued her patrol. Nothing seemed to be going wrong, no fights, no arguing, no one being overly dickish to one another. 'Well that's good, people should just relax and enjoy the festival. But, I bet tonight is when the action will really start. People getting tired and cranky or getting wasted throughout the day, yeah for sure it will pick up.' Ren thought to herself still walking around keeping an eye out.

Ren eventually ran into two of her MYO peers, Hiraku and Aoi. The small green haired girl wasn't assign to patrol so she must've been done with the paper work she was working on earlier. However, looking at Hiraku it seemed he was slacking off and enjoying the festivities. It didn't bother her though, he was who he was and that was it.

"Yo, anything going on over here?" she asked with a bored tone.

@VitaVitaAR

[Assistant]
Honami Aoi

"Do it yourself?" Aoi asked, her eyes shining. For a moment, the image of numerous people, wearing kimono(and wearing a set of bunny ears, naturally) pounding mochi filled her mind. That sounded like a lot of fun! She'd never made mochi before, so the opportunity to do so just sounded fantastic! Wouldn't knowing you did it yourself make it taste better, too? That sounded like something she'd heard before when it came to food! Her antenna twitched a few times, as she gave herself a firm nod.

"Yeah, let's do it!" Aoi declared enthusiastically, smiling brightly as she did. She'd make a full batch of sakura mochi, all for herself! ... Well, and to share with others, but that really meant she had to make extra in order to get plenty for herself as well. This seemed like the perfect plan to the short satori.

Aoi's 'ears' twitched again as she detected someone else approaching, and turned her head to see just who it was. Indeed, she recognized the kitsune as another member of the Miura Youth Organization.

"We're going to get some mochi," Aoi replied, brightly.

@Lightning

[User]
Yeah, he expected that response from Aoi, really. Would be some nice exercise to whet the appetite as well, even if mochi wasn't exactly the most fulfilling food out there. Of course, they were still going to have to pay for the ingredients and all that, but hey, if they considered this a food expense from the Miura Youth Organization, it's basically free, right?

Hiraku nodded to himself, enjoying once more the perks of being part of a government organization. This must be what corrupt politicians felt whenever they purchased a luxury car with taxpayers' money.

Saluting to another familiar face, this time the kitsune who didn't want to be a kitsune, Hiraku said, "Sup Ren. What the satori said. We're heading over to Naka-Con's stall to pound some mochi. You wanna come along? Could always use another hammer!"
@Lightning

[Assistant]
Ren took another look around the area, no one seemed to be needing help at the moment. The Kitsune girl smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "sure, that actually sounds like fun," she said in reply. However, she immediately thought of Makiko, Ren knew their dutiful leader would be disappointed if she caught them slacking off and enjoying the festival while they were supposed to be on duty.

"But, while were doing that we gotta keep an eye out for people in need or whatever, ya'know." Ren said feeling guilty but the sweet temptation of crushing something with a hammer and getting mochi was just too much for her to turn down. The Kitsune's tail was swinging to and fro, giving way her excitement, she caught herself and willed the insufferable thing to settle down.

Thoroughly embarrassed she says, "W-well you guys lead the way."

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For what seemed an eternity, Shiki's stare drilled into Makiko. He had been lucky, and he couldn't help but smile at the fact that his captain had managed to quell the girl where he failed. At least internally. Externally, the same neutral visage of uncertainty permeated his entire self. His gaze was only broken for a moment when the Tennin dropped from the skies, right next to him.

Giving her the same amount of attention as a passing cloud in the sky, Shiki briefly adjusted his cap, trying to shuffle his own awkwardness at the situation. "Please be mindful of your entries, Tennin-sama." He managed to utter in a raspy whisper, addressing Suzuka. It was then when his penetrating stare met with Makiko and the little girl.

An eternity seemed to pass before he opened his mouth again, as he listened. "Understood. I shall be on the lookout for someone who looks a parent in distress." He decided to concede that perhaps, finding her parents would be easing that trying to keep company to the girl. And so he stood there, walking with measured steps, eyes peeled.

And probably unnerving some more citizens with that peculiar gaze of his. Not that he realized it or could help it.


[System]
Appearance:
He has pointed ears, fangs instead of canine teeth, blood red eyes, jet black hair, pale skin, and clawed fingernails.
Gender: Male

Age (14-16): 15

Costume: He wears this coat with black dress pants, black boots, and black fingerless gloves.

Quirk Name: Vampirism

Quirk Description: He drinks blood in order to gain vampiric abilities, which consist of enhanced senses, regenerative capabilities, and superhuman speed, strength, and agility.

Quirk Drawback and Limits: He needs blood to survive. If he does not drink blood he becomes extremely weak and may die. He cannot eat or drink human food, as he cannot digest it and it makes him sick. If he is blood-starved, before reaching his weakened state, he will enter into a feral state in which he acts only on instincts and is inclined to attack his friends for blood. If he drinks too much blood, he loses control of himself and succumbs to bloodlust. When he is blood-starved, he loses all of his vampiric abilities and does not regain them until he has sufficiently fed. His quirk is somewhat parasitic in nature, as dark urges sometimes overcome him, compelling him to act like something inhuman. He must constantly drink blood in order to maintain his power.

Bio: Shin's biological parents gave him up for adoption when he was an infant. He was adopted by a kind man and woman, and they cared for him greatly, that is until his quirk manifested. They were deeply disturbed by the dark nature of his quirk and worried that he would become a villain. Because of this, they distanced themselves from him and handed him over to UA as soon as he was of age. They hope that the teachers there can keep him on the right path.

Arc Name: The Vampyre

[User]
Shin had been fiddling with his earrings while waiting for the go-ahead to demonstrate his quirk's abilities. He had a black circular stud in each earlobe, and three black rings running up the sides of both ears. He had a bad habit of tugging on them when he was bored, but the pain was grounding to him, so he continued to do it even when told to stop.

"All right Shin, let's see your Quirk in action." Shin looked over at Arthur and nodded, but was interrupted by Viper, who turned out to be a young boy named Luke. The vampire watched the interactions with a blank expression, patiently waiting for them to finish so that he could begin.

"Sorry for the delay. Please proceed." Shin turned his gaze to the Rock Knights. His red eyes flashed, and he suddenly vanished, a harsh wind left in his wake. He reappeared next to one of the Rock Knights and slashed at it, his claws slicing through the stone like a knife through butter. He was not actually teleporting, but rather moving so quickly that it was impossible for normal eyes to track his movements. After cutting down the first Rock Knight he spun around to face the second, curling his right hand into a fist and punching a hole straight through the rock. The skin on his knuckles ripped open, blood trickling down his hand, but he paid it no mind. Instead he moved on to the next Rock Knight, jumping abnormally high into the air and aiming a kick at its head, knocking the body part clear off its shoulders and landing in a crouched defensive position when he came down. It was clear that he had been practicing his fighting skills even before coming to UA.

The vampire took out the rest of the Rock Knights in a similar fashion, though he decided to show off when it came to the last one. He leapt at the final Rock Knight, tackling it to the ground, and dug his fangs into its neck, ripping out its earthy flesh so hard that the head crumbled. If it had been a human, they would have died from blood loss almost instantly, as he had aimed straight for the jugular.

Shin stood up and spit the dirt from his mouth before licking the blood from his knuckles, the injury knitting itself shut as he did so. Despite having bitten into solid rock, his fangs were undamaged, glinting slightly in the bright sunlight as he licked his hand clean. He said nothing as he returned to his backpack, his expression impassive once again. He hadn't noticed it, but while fighting the Rock Knights, his blood red eyes had been shining with excitement, and a gleefully cruel smirk had twisted his lips. It was an alarming display of ferocity, but Shin had no experience controlling the animal within him, the creature that takes over when he uses his quirk. He would need careful guidance in order to keep from accidentally hurting someone.

[Assistant]
Makoto followed the other as he made his way back to the group, not all convinced by the others assurances. He stood by the other, bordering on uncomfortably close to keep a better eye on Rush-san. His eyes narrowing slightly when he saw the dark haired teen begin to subconsciously self-harm. Without thinking much about it Makoto's hand shot out and caught the culprit; forcing Rush-sans hand to the teen's side. He kept his eyes trained in front of him as he did this, not wanting to see any form of negative reaction his intervening could cause. He sent side glances from time to time though, making sure that the other didn't start up again.

 At this point, while the last student walked up to the statues, Makoto was on high alert. At this point half of the students had had meltdowns of some degree while showing off their quirks, one of them Makoto mostly blamed himself for. Makoto nurturing instincts were already in high gear; no one else will feel upset for the rest of the day, for the rest of the school year if Makoto had anything to say about it. It just wasn't in his nature to let these kinds of things go lying down.

 He kept his face light though, laughing at his teacher Luke-san's deception, what an interesting quirk! It certainly seemed to fit the young boy, though Makoto did wonder what the real Viper-san was like as the Zach-san went off to wake her. He kept his eye on the last student at all times though, still smiling softly but at this point prepared to set off pheromones if needed to calm everyone down.

 Luckily though, Akamine-san seemed emotionally stable enough to perform the task given; lashing out in a violent but still controlled manner against the statues that was somewhat mesmerizing to watch, if not a bit unnerving. The way the others emotions went from impassivity to blood lust back to impassivity made Makoto's stomach go for a loop. He still managed to clap though, as Akamine-san made his way back to the back of the pack.

[User]
Mizuki was a bit surprised by Viper's reaction and when later she proved to be a he she was mildly annoyed that she hadn't noticed his quirk in action and the revelation that he could copy her quirk made her even more wary of him. She couldn't allow such things and as a result she made up her mind to randomly cast an alternate self while obscuring her own presence sure that the copycat quirk couldn't copy the quirk of an illusion which was less intensive energywize than her attack phase.

"Speculation is the anchor of action" she hears in her memory of her training by the "Sisterhood of Steel" so she stops speculating and decides to try phase imaging later when in the company of the odd boy.

She doesn't stop listening or observing what goes on around her collecting as much data as she can on the others who she knows she will eventually be forced to compete directly against. She doesn't have anything against any of her school mates but in competition she knows she must be ruthless and efficient if she is to rise to the top. Also every word and reaction of the others she knows will give her hints of their fears and dreams and as an illusionist the best paths to take to gain the desired reaction.

[Assistant]
Drake observed Shin silently as he did with the rest of the students. Once shin was done, a smile formed on Drake's face as he looked towards Arthur who nodded and ushered Shin over towards the rest of the group before he began, "I believe that is it for the Quirk trial."

"Indeed," a second Arthur said as he stroked his chin. The original Arthur sighed as the second Arthur laughed and changed back to Luke before adding, "Ah, come on old man. Have a little fun."

"Anyway," Arthur sighed before he would address the class once again, "you all might be wondering what's next for today. Well, for that I'd like to have Drake explain the rest of today's activities." Arthur motioned for Drake who nodded and took his spot in front of the class.

"So for the rest of the day, Arthur and the rest of us have agreed," Drake said before he added, "that you are to head to the dorms, unpack your belongings, and have the rest of the day to yourselves." Drake paused to let his words sink in before he continued, "Please understand that this doesn't mean you'll be getting out early every day from classes. Today is an exception because of two reasons: one because this is your first day here and we wish to not overwork you and two, because of what we have in store for you tomorrow."

"Yes," Arthur spoke up before he added, "We won't be telling you what tomorrow has in store, but I will give you a hint," Arthur said before he continued, "While you have today off. You might want to get to know your classmates. Know their personalities and their Quirks. You might need that knowledge tomorrow."

"So with that," Drake said before he motioned towards the dorms, "Chad will show you your dormitory."

 Chad jumped at the mention of his name before he composed himself and cleared his throat, "yes…well," chad stammered before he added, "Please follow me towards the dorms and I'll explain the living situations."

Chad would lead the students towards the massive building behind the school and lead them into a dorm that was dubbed UA dorm 3. As the students walked through the threshold and into the dorm the device that rendered their Quirks helpless turned on.

Seth felt a chill go down his spine as he hugged himself. He felt, empty inside as he walked into the dorm. His anxiety seemed to grow even when his Quirk was gone. Something inside of him was pulling him back outside. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to try to calm his nerves.

"This is your class's dormitory," chad said as he motioned towards the common area. It was large enough to hold three hundred students with a massive TV that took up one of the walls with a horseshoe-shaped couch sitting in front of it. On the other side of the room was a massive kitchen with a large industrial stove and refrigerator. Chad walked over to the fridge and tapped the small tablet molded into the fridge. It came to life as Chad explained, "This tablet is to help the school know what you'd like stocked inside the fridge. Just place what you want on the tablet and the next day the fridge will be stocked. Mind you, there are limitations to what you order."

Chad then walked towards the back of the room where two sets of stairs ascended to the next floors with an elevator between them. Chad then began to explain, "These stairs and elevator lead up to your own dorms. The second floor is the girl's dorm and the third is the boy's while the other four floors are reserved for other activities." He motioned to follow and as the students piled into the large elevator. Chad pressed the button for the fourth floor. As it ascended Chad hummed to the elevator music.

When the doors opened, they revealed a large rec room filled with pool tables, arcade cabinets, and other games the students could play. Chad walked out of the elevator and motioned around the room as he said, "This is the Rec Room. Here when you have time off you can enjoy some games and generally hang out." he pointed towards the back where another large TV took up the wall and added, "Back there the TV has all manner of video games you could think of. I'm surprised at how many systems you kids have nowadays. Back in the day I only had three systems." Chad then realized what he said and coughed.

"Let's move on," Chad said as he took the students to the next floor which was a large gym. He then took the students back down to the first floor and walked towards the entrance. He stopped and turned to the students before saying, "Your stuff is in each of your rooms which are labeled for you." Chad was about the leave before he remembered something turned back to the students and added, "almost forgot."

He handed each student a silver card the size of a playing card. As soon as the card touched the student's hand. It melted and sunk into their skin. As soon as the card melted into his hand Seth began shaking his hand trying to get the card out while yelling, "It went into my skin!"

"Well yes, these are the key cards for the dorm and your rooms. Each room will be homed into your own unique DNA. Makes it easier than actual keys that can be lost….a lot," Chad said before he took a deep breath and added, "Now I'll leave you to unpack, but please remember Arthur's and Drake's words. You are going to need to know one another for tomorrow." With that Chad left the dorm.

Seth watched him leave and began to nervously rub his right arm again wondering what he should do. His stuff was in his room and unpacking wouldn't be a problem. It was interacting with the others that worried him after his little outburst during his Quirk Trial.

"I guess, we should unpack before meeting back here," Seth said nervously.
@Compulsive86@Vega@baraquiel

[User]
Shin picked up his phone and slid it into his sweatshirt pocket before grabbing his headphones with his left hand and using his right hand to sling his backpack over his shoulder. He put his headphones back on and plugged them into his phone, picking a random song to listen to and flipping his hood back up as he followed Chad and the rest of his classmates to the dorms. He kept his head lowered and his hands shoved inside his front pockets as he walked, only just barely able to hear what Chad was saying through the music blaring in his ears. His ruby red eyes were alert as he took in his new surroundings, his body visibly relaxing once they were inside and away from the harsh rays of the sun. He pulled down his hood and shook out his messy black hair, but did not lift his head. He did, however, pause for a moment when his Quirk was deactivated.

Shin's Quirk was different from most other Quirks in that it affected his body even when it was not active. Because of this, even as his enhanced senses and physical abilities were stripped away, his pointed ears, fangs, and claws remained. So too did his need for blood. It was his almost constant need for blood that had him particularly interested in the refrigerator. He paused by the refrigerator, waiting until the rest of the group was a few feet ahead, before quickly typing a request into the tablet: Blood bags; O type and A type taste best.

He gradually caught up to the rest of the group, and only tilted his head slightly at the sight of the silver card melting into his skin, his expression remaining blank. Interesting. Shin only looked up from his hand when Seth spoke.

Shin shrugged noncommittally before making his way towards the stairs, intent on going up into his room and unpacking. He hadn't brought much, only clothes and shoes, school supplies, bed covers, and toiletries. It would only take him a half an hour at most to unpack, and although he wanted to hang out in his room with the lights off and listen to music when he was done, he knew that spending time with his classmates was important for whatever was happening tomorrow. I guess I'll meet them there when I'm done.


[System]
AKA: The Puppet Master.
Age: 40
Race: Onrilian

Like most Onrilians, Makobi is about a meter tall. Though practically a humanoid child's height, Onrilians are known for being extremely durable, able to pick up more than three times their body weight. He has two stumpy appendages protruding from his skull where extensive auditory canals can pick up on various types of sounds.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Loadmaster/Merchant

Bio: Makobi was exonerated for over 34 counts of illegal interstellar drug/smuggled goods/xeno trafficking and distribution charges, while conspiring with some of the most powerful crime syndicates in the galaxy. He ran an industrial mining and extraction shell corp to blanket his shady business affairs - which is still operating to this day - laundering his money through other subsidiary businesses he owned throughout the galaxy. It was a well-oiled machine that he ran for over a decade, until an anonymous informant tipped off the Galactic Committee of Investigation.

Caught red-handed, he was forced to make a deal. In order to be clear of his charges, not only did he have to sign up with an expedition force, but he also had to rat out the locations of where the major crime syndicates perform their drug operations. All allegations are kept hidden from public record with the exception of an embezzlement charge. Because of the success of his regular businesses, and their association with some major corporations, a deal was made to cover up the books by shifting the blame to Makobi with a trumped up charge. Doing so ushered in new CEOs and board members, all of whom were appointed by those same major corporations and a few Galactic Committee members looking to keep their pockets lined up.

Though Makobi ultimately got shafted from the empire he built from the ground up, he saw the Marauders as a second chance at life. However, old habits die hard, as he often catches himself from making big time moves like the old days.

Personality: The Onrillian knows how to work a crowd. He's bubbly, socially active, and energetic - but not to the point where you feel like you're suffocating. Makobi keeps his cool and is great at reading people, regardless of their race or culture. With such a charming demeanor, you'd never think in a million years that he was once associated with some of the most infamous lords of the criminal underworld.

Equipment:
In the cargo hold and hangar bay, Makobi uses the help of three dock worker drones: Edgar, Allan, and Poe.

Edgar is in charge of scanning and keeping track of inventory, updating lists and compiling projections like expiration dates and temperature demands for each cargo unit. He also calculates estimated trade values for stocked items in surrounding star sectors.

Allan (Top) does all the welding, cutting open, and putting back together of any and all cargo units that need repair or have been damaged. Poe helps with the actual transfer, able to lift around 4,000 kg worth of cargo containers.
Jumping into this suit enables Makaboi to perform regular tasks as if he were 2 meters tall. The cockpit is located right in the suit's chest, but he prefers to keep it open so people can see him.
The LDM 400 is a multipurpose transfer and loading mech, the ideal tool when receiving large shipments. Makobi is a master driver with these, but he needs to have his exoskeleton suit on in order to reach all of the controls.
Other: Makobi is one of the original members of the Marauder crew. He's called The Puppet Master because of his ability to control an exoskeleton suit while efficiently driving and operating an LDM 400 with relative ease. When the Monroe is docked and there are no shipments to inventory, Makobi will set up shop (circumstance permitted) with:
A collapsible and expandable bazaar that has a small bar, restaurant, and trade post that can traverse most terrain. It's a great way to find out about the locals, and also suck them dry of their money via gambling, or auctioning items at a marked up price.

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Makobi's main areas of operation on board the Monroe:

"Alright lemme give everyone a quick tour!"

"So the hangar bay where all ships are stored is the first thing you see when you enter from the rear docking gate. You see the striped floor from the bottom of the picture going to your right, and then swinging left to a lower section? That takes you to the cargo hold.."

"This is where all outbound and incoming shipments are stowed. Not much goes on here, apart from moving a bunch of containers around, but I like to use the space for an occasional pow wow with the crew."

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Raymond was surprised he was able to get a hit on the ice bird. Up close the thing was much more menacing. Its "feathers" looked like slabs of solid ice, a pale blue. Its gray beak was cracked where the glove made impact, and its eye was bleeding where Rae shot the arrow. Ray didn't leave unharmed, though. His right arm was throbbing in pain, his vision was blurry, and his whole body ached. He couldn't stop now. "You heard the doctor, no killing." Raymond panted, tapping his comms system. "I hope this really goes to ground breaking findings, Nathan." Ray added with a bit of bitterness. Ray had known the doctor for a very long time now. when he found out about why he was put in prison, Ray was a bit uneasy, but he was smart, and although he isn't much of a fighter, he has saved the crew on many occasions.

Raymond was running alongside Nathan and Rae, and in the distance he saw Talley running, and distant screeches. The group kept running until the blood chilling screech erupted from the forest. The bird was awake. As they arrived at the shuttle, Ray had a lot of questions in his mind. A group of fluffy ape-chickens surrounded the shuttle. Before Nate could even think about asking for one, Ray pulled out his revolver and shot a round into the air. The fluffy creatures all jumped with a scare, and turned to face them, ready to attack, until the ice bird screeched again. The creatures obviously knew what the bird was, and started to scatter, running away from the shuttle.

Ray opened the door to see Talley already waiting inside, and in his lap was one of the creatures. "What the hell is that thing?!" Ray yelled, closing the shuttle doors as everyone was in, and climbing over to the pilot seat. He pressed a few buttons, and pulled a lever and cussed under his breath. He tapped on his comm link again. "Shuttle to Monroe, the piloting system didn't survive the temperatures. 8-Ball, I need you to fly this thing manually back. Giving you full control of the systems." Ray got out of the chair, and went to a window, seeing the bird taking flight and scanning the area.

"Cassie, keep that thing distracted! Its missing an eye and I socked it in the face earlier. Doesn't look like it'll leave the atmosphere. Worst case scenario the Monroe fires on it from above. Stand by fire team." Ray turned off the comm and looked at Rae, Nate, and Talley. "Next time we go on a survey mission, don't touch foreign nests!"

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8-Ball yanked the black tarp that laid in the back middle of the shuttle. He quickly moved to the pilot seat and settled himself down. His head attached to the ship with a wire and his seemingly lifeless body sat in the chair. It was his version of "Manually" flying the ship. A simple "Roger Captain" could be heard over the comms, before a short burst of electronic scrambling came through. It was 8-Ball's transfer that caused a minor disruptions in electronic devices. It was enough to even turn off the shuttle for, leaving the team in the dark. Lucky for them in came on in just a few seconds. Then the relieving sounds of the Grav-engines began to purr, slowly lifting the team up.

Now 8-Ball's voice echoed through the ship, using the speakers of the ship instead of his own body. "Captain, I brought the Anti Air Light Machine Gun. I've assumed we plan to keep the avian alive, but if it comes to it the 15mm rounds should take it down. Alternately you could just aim for its wing's and just scare it off.". The shuttle began to head upwards and the rear hatch opened up, leaving a clear shot for the weapon to fire at anything behind it. He obviously couldn't keep it down forever, in just a few minutes they would need to be breaking the planet's atmosphere. Hopefully losing the Bird in it.

[User]
The shuttle started to take flight, and just in time. The robotic voice of 8-Ball sent a mental sigh of relief as the Captain then turned his attention towards the back of the shuttle, and the gun. Cassie's Ship "Landslide" flew right by the shuttle, She had done her job engaging and distracting the giant bird all she could, and the mission was successful. Raymond was about to give more orders to the group, until the ear bleeding screech was heard once more, and Raymond shoved everyone down onto the seats of the shuttle. "Down! Brace yourselves! 8-Ball dodge!" He screamed as the creature flew inches next to the shuttle, and thanks to the Monroe's Mechanic they were left with only a bump. Cassie's ship was not so lucky.

One of Landslide's engines were failing. the cockpit's window was crashed open, and Cassie looked unconscious. Raymond stared in horror, tapping his comms again. "Cassie... Cassie! Respond! Status report... Cassie!" Raymond yelled, looking helplessly on as Landslide drifted towards the icy ground. Raymond didn't waste any time. He ran to the machine gun in the back, moving the gun to aim at the ice bird who was circling around Cassie's ship. Ray shot off a couple rounds, the bird revealed his large talons, gave one last hit to Landslide, causing it to spin out of control.

Time slowed down for Ray. He had lost a lot of crew mates in the past as a commander. He was known as Atlas in the Committee Military because he was the soul survivor of an ambush, he was destined to hold the weight of the world on his shoulders. Although he had lost a lot of crew mates in the past, none of them had ever been easy on him. Especially if they had been under his command for so long like Cassie.

The ship fell into the tall thick trees of the forest, and a loud explosion was heard, with a cloud of smoke soon following. Raymond stared at it in disbelief for a few seconds, but came back to reality when he heard his Crew's worried questions.

"Air Team... Cassie is down. Unresponsive. Tango...?" Ray said with a shaky voice. A few seconds later Tango's voice went through the comms. "Vitals are unresponsive. Landslide status is completely destroyed. I am sorry, Captain." Tango said in a calm voice. Raymond backed away from the gun, staring at the smoke then at the bird flying back towards the shuttle. Ray closed the back hatch, and walked back to the pilot seat, pressing his finger to his ear. "Monroe, open fire on hostile."

The rest of the shuttle ride was quiet as they mourned the death of a crew mate. The shuttle reached the hangar bay, going through the field, and landing safely in its designated spot. As the door to the shuttle opened, Ray was the first to step out. He still had a job to do. "Makobi, close hangar doors. Prepare for hyper drive. Jolenar, lock in coordinates and get ready for travel in one minute."

Raymond's left hand shook slightly as he made his way to the ship elevator to enter the Bridge. He had to make sure the crew and ship were alright.

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Makobi's eyes widened. "We're not going back to retrieve her?!" Captain Ray somberly responded with an order to close the hangar doors and prepare for hyper drive. "Captain!" The human made his way towards the elevator and disappeared behind its sliding double doors. The onrilian angrily readjusted his comm headset and shouted into the small mic device sticking out of the singular headphone. "Captain Ray, Makobi is requesting permission to retrieve Cassie O'Hare and her vessel, over."

Silence.

The feeling of helplessness was like a swift kick in the groin. His entire world went topsy turvy as his heart sank to the floor. Makobi just saw her twenty minutes ago, casually jogging out into the hangar bay, jokingly giving a half-salute to him like she always did before blasting off into the stars. He refused to believe it, suggesting that the ground crew was trying to pull some sort of cruel prank. He looked out into space, waiting for her orange star racer to come swooping into the hangar. Edgar, Allen, and Poe gathered around the exosuited onrilian, murmuring to themselves in drone speech before craning their camera lenses up at the opened rear docking gates.

Makobi let out a sigh. He walked back over to the main control console and activated the lock sequence for the hangar bay gate. His mechanical hand hovered over the last button that needed to get pushed in order for the gate to start closing. After what felt like a lifetime, he slammed on the button hard and walked away. The caution alarms blared throughout the hangar bay and cargo hold. The pressurized hydraulic systems of the large gate sputtered alive, cranking the massive doors inward until it sealed the hangar bay shut. Makobi ejected himself from the exosuit, slamming his comm headset onto the ground.

"Edgar, prep the rooms for hyper drive travel." The docking drone chirped repeatedly at him as if to ask: Where are you going? He didn't respond. Makobi wandered off into the far corner of the hangar bay where his Crab Shack stood on its lonesome. He needed a drink.


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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Trickery? Brennen at first looked confused by the word. Then - if only for a moment - indignant. What was the trickery in fire? Fire was warmth, and light. A shining beacon that stood vigilant against peerless dark. His lips twitched ever-so-slightly under his hood, as though he was measuring what to say. The flash of anger that briefly overtook him disappeared as quickly as it had come. Offense was not intended, and he would not respond with it.

"The Sorcerers that navigate the lands outside may wield magic with a guileful hand, intent to deceive. But the Fire we wield is primal...heretical. Not drawn from arcane tomes and spell-books, but from ourselves." To emphasize his point, Brennen cupped both hands together, letting a sliver of flame - no bigger than a candle - manifest in his palms. "It is more than just magic." He said, this time looking up to Vah'lux. "It is a part of me." At that he smiled, almost softly, as if in reminisce.

Returning to the present once more as they reached the bank of the river, Vah'lux warned of the land's unsteadiness as she leapt upon the muddy sand, using her weapon as a foothold. Nodding once, Brennen followed in suit, showing ease-of-movement that spoke to his upbringing. The Bog was filled with all manner of deep pools and shifting ground. The first mistake many would-be-conquerors made was bringing horses into such a treacherous land...

"It is safe to part ways." Brennen heard her say, turning to see her nod in his direction. This was a farewell. Though Brennen's instincts agreed with her sentiment, something else in him fought against that, prompting him to, for better or worse, go against instinct.

"I still owe you a debt." He replied, pausing to let the words hang in the air. "I'd have been dead by now, were it not for your timely rescue. That's something I take seriously." Though he said nothing else, his intent was quiet clear.

[Assistant]
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The Goliath knew her words would sting the other in a way that cut deeper than she could ever imagine. They were not words to be spiteful, but moreso, out of caution, as Vah'lux had her fair share of dealing with darker forces than the one standing only a few feet from her. However, the primal side of life she most certainly understood, and respected to a degree. It was the early teachings -both physical and spiritual- of her people that kept the Goliath grounded throughout the trials and tribulations. Primal knowledge of one's heritage was important. She glanced at the small fire Brennen conjured in his cupped hands, and nodded in acknowledgement. Certainly nothing special, but still something, she supposed.

However, what had caught the tribe woman off guard was the mention of a "debt" that the human mage felt as though he owed her. At first she was about to reject the offer, instinctually wanting nothing more to do with a wandering stranger who most likely didn't want to be in the Goliath's presence anyway. But, she stopped herself, and instead went against her better judgement out of a glimmer of respect for such honor and dignity being shown at the moment.

"Just know I will not be responsible for your safety." She said after a few moments of mulling it over in her head, leaning slightly on tall glaive while peering down at the man. "I do not carry extra rations or water, and any food will need to be obtained by your own hands." The disclaimer did seem to come off rather harsh, but in the back of her mind, she hoped the mage would reconsider the offer and go about his own business.

"Otherwise..." She sighed. "You are welcome to accompany me." The statement was followed by a nod, before turning her sights toward a cluster of trees in the distance, this time on their side of the river.

"The path to the south is being watched, and the Goblins won't forget what happened back at the camp. We will continue to head west, but be on guard." She said, putting a large hand on Brennan's shoulder and giving the human a bit of a squeeze. "As these creatures have a nasty habit of picking on the smallest first."

Vah'lux gave the other a wry grin and a gentle pat as she turned and headed toward the intended direction.

[User]
Brennen couldn't help a slight chuckle at Vah'lux's words, initially wanting to make a sly comment in regards to her first statement. However, given the circumstances of their meeting, Brennen decided against it. Cockiness would get him nowhere when he had to be rescued just minutes ago. Regardless, self-sufficiency was a virtue in his culture. His days of total helplessness ended the moment he was weaned off his mother's breast. Though Valaista had blessed them each with the Gift of Flame, the Bog was a dangerous place inhabited by twisted creatures. Their Arts aided them, but those who lacked the proper mindfulness were swiftly overcome.

"Goblins have always been around, but--" Brennen paused, pondering on his next words before speaking. "Their boldness has increased." At this, Brennen rubbed the back of his head through the coarse fabric of his hood, wincing as his fingers brushed across the spot they had clubbed him.

"Orcs and Goblins are alike in only a few ways, but those ways bode misfortune for anyone else. They're disorganized, aggressive, and self-serving. But every so often, one with a little ambition takes over and then you have an army. They never last long, but..." Brennen's mouth twitched, clearly thinking of the untold horrors that a Goblin raid would inflict.

Taken out of his thoughts by the woman's large hand clapping against his shoulder, Brennen couldn't help the slight stumble in his steps from Vah'lux's clearly superior strength. "Smaller in stature, but certainly not helpless...ordinarily." Brennen spared a slight chuckle. "There should be a small town not far from here...a few miles to the West. The Goblins couldn't have taken me far, so we should still be in the right area. It's walled off, has a small militia, should be somewhere safe to stay temporarily while we figure out a plan."

[Assistant]
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Agreeing to stick together for the time being, the pair headed west, off the beaten path as to hopefully lose any previous pursuers. The sky was slowly beginning to darken with an oncoming storm, as the temperature dropped slightly following gusts of wind.

 "Aye, the Goblins have been busier as of late." The Goliath nodded in agreement with Brennan's earlier comments. "Mischief begets further mischief." Vah'lux glanced behind them for a moment, seeing a few stragglers trailing behind as the cluster began to disperse. "But, something seems to be stirring their curiosity, or perhaps restlessness, as their drive toward aggression grows each day...." She returned her attention toward the path ahead. "Which becomes more of a nuisance for those wishing to be left alone."

The town Brennan mentioned was known to the tribe-woman as one of many trade stops for travelers and merchants, which generally meant the roads leading there would be monitored by not only local militia, but bandits as well. And while the Goliath wanted very little to do with predominantly human-populated towns, she supposed it was a necessary evil to at least lie low for a night.

"'Windsgate', I believe is the town you speak of." Vah'lux said after a few moments of silence. "I have never been there, but have met a handful of halflings and humans who reside within its walls. They were, for the most part, hospitable...at least once they saw past the giant of course." She smirked, but shaking her head as well at such things. Humans always had an uneasiness around her kind, but a Halfling who already felt too small for the world most definitely would feel out of place amongst the race of Goliath.

[User]
Brennen let out a short chuckle at Vah'lux's remark, though could not hide his own uncertainty as they followed the path that led to the town. There was a wariness to every step he took, as if he were walking toward a confrontation. There were only a few villages that brushed the grassy border of the Bog, their inhabitants reclusive and suspicious. But those who were aware of the Pyromancers talked of them with disdain. Brennen's giant companion was right: magic was a contentious force to begin with, treated as either a high art, lowly trick, or even demonic power depending on one's perspective. As such, Brennen took care to steer clear of most settlements he came across, preferring to keep to himself in the dense wilds. Sadly, the bristled hairs on the back of his neck followed Vah'lux's suspicion as she glanced behind her. Ordinarily, skirmishers such as these would trail only until the town came into view before promptly disengaging back into whatever sweltering hole they came from. But given the current circumstances, previous behavior was no longer a reassurance.

Keeping quiet for the remainder of the journey, Brennen finally broke the silence with a hushed "There it is." As Windsgate's somewhat-imposing walls came into view. The townsfolk had carved this spot of land by hand, using the fell trees to create a shielded defense from anything that dared challenge them from the outside. Two guardsmen stood watch, militia types, by the look of it; wearing an unmatched assortment of leather and chainmail, leaning on spears likely hewn from the wood found in the surrounding area. One of them sniffled, eyes peering up beneath an ill-fitted helmet to appraise the two of them. While not overtly hostile, there was a glint of misgiving in his dark eyes, likely wondering what would bring two queerly-dressed strangers to him.

"You lot don't look like traders..." The guard motioned his spear towards Brennen and Vah'lux to emphasize his point. "What brings you here?"

[Assistant]
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The journey on foot toward Windsgate had been relatively quiet, which was fortunate for one such as the Goliath, preferring the ambience of her woodland surroundings to the ramblings of a human. Still, Brennen's company was bearable as traveling companions go. Vah'lux felt slightly more connected to him from the little she knew of his background and culture, but it did appear that he was a lot closer to nature than many of his kind she had encountered previously. Humans were, at least in her experience, about as untrustworthy as they came, and the woman hoped that she was wrong about the mage.

"And so it is." She responded to the other, as they made it to the gates of the town under the watchful and suspicious eyes of the guards. Their bewildered expressions did not go unnoticed, as was typical when a Goliath -much larger than a human by a few feet- would come within proximity. Sometimes it was a mere glance and the shaking of a head, but there have been other times where the initial response was to draw weapons on such a creature as though the lot of her race were nothing but mindless barbarians. Thankfully however, the latter had not been the case, as both her and Brennen stepped into the courtyard of Windsgate unbothered. An ornate circular fountain sat in the center of the square, and at the top sat the statue of their alleged local founder and folk hero: a hunter-gatherer who fought off hordes of Goblins and Orcs to liberate the lands and usher in peace for many years.

Of course, peace only lasts for so long.

"Where shall we go from here?" Vah'lux said, leaning against her glaive and surveying the small wood and stone buildings that lined the area. Among them, a tavern sat at the far end.

"While I am not one to drink at such an early hour, I seem to recall the tavern straight ahead as having a wonderful stew, known to replenish even the most weary of travelers."


[System]
Age: 15
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'8"
Body Type: Given that Maxwell is rather rich, he has to look it, he isn't extremely muscular, but he looks a bit better than average, basically he'
s a rich pretty boy.
Other Information: Maxwell is the son of Mary and Jason Ryte. They happen to be the owners of Ryte Industries. You've probably seen the Ryte logo on something, considering the company does everything from Construction to fast food. Maxwell is rather manipulative and egotistical, though he hides his natural tendencies to be a selfish dick by acting like a nice, respectable rich kid with good looks, to preserve the image of Ryte industries. Maxwell puts himself above everyone else, just because he has money, good looks, and brains. Maxwell resents his parents in a way, since they value the image of their company over their own son. He was forced to go to a normal public Highschool in Trip city, since Ryte industries has its roots in the town, and Maxwell's parent's wanted some sort of a connection with the common folks. So, a popular, manipulative, rich, asshole, who's being nice because his parents said to.

[User]
GM Stella's E-Mail Box
Blackhart

Subject: Hello | From: Noa@xxxxx.xxx

>>>Hey, S. There's something fishy going on in the LSS (Last Standing Server). I know, a lot of stupid myths like Bigfoot and other conspiracy theories stem from there, but there's a user that we can't track. No IP, no nothing. The single information he posted is rather odd. We're sending a small group to see if it's a prank. I'll keep you updated if you're interested.

[Assistant]
Stella Blackhart
From: Noa@xxxxx.xxx

Subject: Hello

>>>Hey, S. There's something fishy going on in the LSS (Last Standing Server). I know, a lot of stupid myths like Bigfoot and other conspiracy theories stem from there, but there's a user that we can't track. No IP, no nothing. The single information he posted is rather odd. We're sending a small group to see if it's a prank. I'll keep you updated if you're interested.

'Interesting.' She checked her Iphone while walking to her school.

To: Noa@xxxxx.xxx

Subject: I'm interested.

Give me more detail.

Send...

She then proceed to read another message, from R@xxxxx.xxx .

[User]
Finally.. School was out. Maxwell waved off the group of girls that stuck around him after school. Though, he did promise to go out with some girl named Samantha on Saturday. As he was walking towards the limo parked in front of the school, his phone vibrated in his pocket. A text message, from his parents. He gritted his teeth angrily as he read it.

"Maxwell, we would like you to go to a local deli, Charlotte's Deli, and set up some sort of positive relations with the owner. We are discussing the viability of buying the establishment, and converting it into a restaurant chain. Jeeves has been directed to drive you there after school, so, just go with it."

Maxwell was infuriated by the message, though, it was a bad idea to get angry in public. He shoved the phone in his pocket, and got into the limousine. Jeeves closed the door, and walked back to the front, sat down, and began to drive.

"Just my luck." Max muttered under his breath.

[Assistant]
Daniel Parton:

Repeating the drink order back as he wrote it. "One lemonade, two milks, and a coffee. Would you like creamer with that?" He glanced and noticed the one in the hoodie. He was about to greet him but it appeared that he wanted to left alone. It looked like he was headed to the bathroom. Not that unusual. There was the occasional person that just came in to go. Dropping that the brief distraction was over and he waited for the answer from Arran.

[User]
GM Stella's E-Mail Box
Blackhart

Subject: Thanks | From: R@xxxxx.xxx

>>>I had some backups delete all traces of the e-mail you just sent-- you know the one. Or at least, we tried. You can never tell with the internet. We still have the document though but we'll have to attack them later because they knew we were coming. Unfortunately we might even have to redo that program by then. Please don't put in the subject header obvious keywords like that again. The big man upstairs has an easier time finding us that way.

[Assistant]
ARRAN WHITE

"Ummm……" Arran looked at the boy, "Sure I guess" Before Luke pulled her attention away saying something along the lines of; "Arran, hey Arran, did you get me a coffee? When can we record the piano part? Do you think it will sound good? I'm hungry, can we get some food?" Arran grinned, "Yes, no, tomorrow, probably, maybe." And Luke looking a little puzzled sat down to work out what she had meant. Glancing round the shop Arran saw a boy cuddling what to her looked like a doll. This intrigued her, most boys wouldn't do that, and certainly not in public. The boy himself looked kinda young, round her age, with black hair and dark eyes she could just see. The boy looked lonely, Arran knew that expression well, it was similar to the one she often used to wear. Excusing herself from the table, Arran wove through the shop, before pulling out a chair and plopping down opposite the doll-cuddling boy. "Pardon the intrusion," she said before she'd even finished sitting down, "It's just that lot," she gestured to her group of three, "are idiots, and you looked kinda lonely." She leaned her chin on her hands and her elbows on the table."I'm Arran by the way."

[User]
Xander "Vega" Chaser
Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds
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Xander looked at the girl sit in front of her where his face turned immediately red as he was caught, in a more "direct" way, cuddling his plushie. He pushed Flandre a bit to the side before speaking to her, a bit shy after being caught cuddling his doll.

"Oh...hello...Arran...I'm Xander..." He said, his eyes trailing away from her a bit.

"Haven't I seen you before, in school I mean? I'm guessing youre in a band..?" He asked, his eyes wandering off a bit more as to look for Daniel with his sandwich before looking back at the girl.

He was still red, as his "sessions" had never been interrupted by anyone, lest he was attracting attention for a fight. He supported his head with his left hand, his arm up with the elbow supporting the arm as to support his head. His right hand always seemed to trail off towards Flandre, which he stroked the doll's dress or hair whilst talking. He made no comment about implying his lonliness, despite it being true.

(Flandre Plushie he's cuddling)

[Assistant]
Arran took off after that slightly amusing response to her colleague. After a chuckle Daniel handed everyone at the table menus with one extra where Arran had been sittinf. "I'll be right back with your drinks." Heading back and behind the counter he first checked when the last pot of coffee was made. It was this morning so he started a new brew, making a mental note to inform the table. Pouring all the other drinks he picked them all up without a tray and headed back. " Here we are. And the coffee will be ready in a couple minutes. I just started a new pot." Not knowing who wanted what he had pretty much placed all the drinks in the middle for them to sort out.

His attention was drawn to the back window as an order was called out. Making a B-line back he pulled it down, checked the food to make sure it was correct, and took it out. Making a round he dropped off the orders he had before coming back to Xander's table with his sandwich. "Here we are. The Italian. May I get you anything else?"

[User]
ARRAN WHITE

Arran grinned slightly as Xander turned red and tried not look at her. At the question about school though Arran laughed outright, "Nope, I don't go to school, haven't for threeish years so if you've seen me it's been with those idiots or wandering round the city… Although I guess you could have seen one of our few videos?" She gestured at the boys replaying the song yet again, how many times could they listen to that thing anyway? "Yes we are a band, although not a very famous one, we do music videos and post them online, but we've never done something live unless you count a talent show back when we were six." She was watching Xander; even though he had been embarrassed, probably about being caught cuddling that doll, his hand still strayed to touch it. Her curiosity catching up to her Arran nodded at the doll and said; "Please excuse my sounding like and imbecile; but who is that, and what is she from?" but before Xander could say anything the boy who was serving laid a plate with a sandwich in front of Xander and asked him if he wanted anything else. With a sudden thought Arran quickly said, "Have you served my noisy lot their drinks?"

[Assistant]
*sigh*
The girl moved her finger slowly, and replying the text,

To : R@xxxxx.xxx
Subject : none

We'll atk them tmmrow. I'm busy now.

Send...

The girl then proceed to read her third e-mail, from R@xxxxx.xxx .

[User]
GM Stella's E-Mail Box
Blackhart

Subject: I have some insider information | From: utrx@xxxxx.xxx

>>>Investors are diving into the new world era. Holographic technology is the wave of the future! Find out which company to invest in with one easy payment of $100 or 20 easy payments of $10, or 2 bitcoin! That money will be just a penny in comparison if you find which investor to place your future in!

[Assistant]
"Spam." She deleted the mail.

She arrived at school.
"Stella...!!" A young girl called the long haired girl.
"Noel...!!!" Stella replied her greetings. Stella face filled with smile and laugh. The girl, known as Noel approached Stella and started gossiping about her boyfriend. The long-haired hacker can only laugh.

[User]
Sophia Vollstandig

Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.

[Assistant]
Xander "Vega" Chaser
Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds
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Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel,

"Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth.

He resumed conversation with Arran,

"Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress.

"Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said.

He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.

[User]
Renee Miyume

Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention.
She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"

[Assistant]
Daniel Parton:

Nodding to Arran's question. "Everything but the coffee. I needed to put on a new pot." Another order was in the window. "Please excuse me." He headed back and continued moving and taking orders. He wasn't the only one on the job, but the influx of people meant that they were all busy. He greeted people as they walked in and talked with s few of the regulars where he could.

Sometimes he wished that the deli wasn't located in such a busy area. But of the flip side if it weren't then it could be boring and would not be nearly as fun and he wouldn't get the same amount of hours. For sure there were days where he'd rather stay home and kill time. He'd gone back to watch the old episodes of Sailor Moon. That was his usual MO. Watching things way after other had seen them. There were a few current shows he kept up with but most he just missed completely.

[User]
ARRAN WHITE

Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"

[Assistant] "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.