[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Attire: As pictured above.

Arcana: Death

Weapon: An embalming knife.

Personality: Stoic, acerbic, and cynical. All words describing Hector Marden. Some think of him as a depressed individual, but he prefers to think of himself as a realist. In his opinion, life is about focusing on the goal in front of you and not fussing about in the meantime. He has little love for time wasting and silliness, and he won't hesitate to let you know if you're bothering him. He is not so above it all he doesn't enjoy the odd sarcastic jab from time to time, but he can't stand people who are just all too flippant.

There is a place in Hector's heart for helping others. Unlike others, he prefers to take a long term approach to it. Rather than rush in and scream bloody murder in someone's defense, Hector prefers to step back, take in the situation, and come up with a solution that will actually work, no matter how long it takes. He'll absolutely help someone in need, he'll just take his sweet time, and he won't look like he gives a damn through the whole ordeal.

Backstory: Hector is the son of an Undertaker working in London. He had little to do with his father's work as a lad, but it found its way into his life. After telling some kids at his school about what his dad did for a living, one of them began spreading nasty rumours about him. People began to whisper that Hector lived around dead bodies, that he liked seeing dead people, that he would kill them to prop up his dad's business. It was all stupid childish nonsense, but more than a few in his class took to it, and Hector became somewhat withdrawn due to his treatment.

In spite of the negativity he had endured in relation to it, when Hector came of age, he began to help his father with his work as a part timer. He heard a lot of terrible stories about the people who came to them, and about how they died. At first it disturbed him, but eventually he became almost dead to it all. While he never stopped caring at all, he never reacted to someone's tale of woe with an ounce of passion again. Although Hector works as a part time undertaker for now, his plan in life is to go on to become a doctor, and is presently attending med school. If asked, he'll say he just feels like a change of pace.

Theme Song: Nah.

Persona Name: Hades
Persona Appearance:

Persona Skills: Eiha, Agi, Dekaja

Character Relevance: Both Hector and Hades work with the dead, and both are cold yet fair handed arbitrators of the affairs of those that have passed on. Both, while perceived as being uncaring, have a kinder streak to them than first meets the eye.

[User]
Maria Kusonoki

Maria was a lot of things stupid wasn't one of them if something was coming that scared someone and in a unknown situation you normally defer to them for experience right? Well in that case the person happened to be a talking rabbit well she was going to listen to it no matter how stupid or outrageous it sounded. "I'm going to trust you rabbit for now I am pretty sure this is some bad nightmare based on alice in wonderland but no time to argue it seems" Maria said this was way past her comfort level but she had to adapt in this case it could mean her life? She was still unsure if this was meant to be reality or a fantasy created by a feverish dream. She did have a slight cold so it was possible right? One thing was for sure after this she would get answers even if she had to play the rabbits game for awhile.

[Assistant]
Jest

The High Priestess - Meredith Fong

All the sensations was really working against the "dreaminess" of the dream she was having, if it was actually a dream in the first place. Was it a really vivid dream, or had her PJs been stolen away and replaced by stuff in her closet without her even knowing? That was a question that she didn't know the answer to, but Meredith didn't know if she could get a solid idea to what was true any time soon. Everyone else was just as confused as her, and she couldn't really blame them. People who were figments of her brainwaves would think like her, right?

She let out a ponderous hum. She really had to give it to her brain; the sheer verisimilitude was making it almost indistinguishable to reality (or maybe a mass hallucination?). So the jacket-clad youth decided on her course of action. If she couldn't tell if it was real or not, then she would just have to be safer than sorry, er, it was better for her to be safe than sorry - Meredith shook her head, squishing her palms against her cheeks. What she wanted to say was: it was better to be safe than sorry, so she'd just have to treat everything in this place as real!

So, that meant she was definitely in a place called the Butter Daisy Forest, although maybe she was misunderstanding that. And if the rabbit who was most familiar and knowledgeable with this place wanted her to run, then she'd run, right?

That buff, Australian fellow seemed like a good reason to.

Meredith immediately turned, legs pumping as she broke into a run.

[User]
"W-What?"

The sudden hit of reality that this was not a dream hit Hitomi as if she was getting hit by a bus. Wonderland? Wasn't that like some kind of fictional world? How was this supposed to be real?

But it was, but what did the White Rabbit mean by that they had no time to waste? What kind of danger did they all fall into here? Who was it?

The sudden arrival of the eight-foot-tall male caused Hitomi's eyes to widen in horror. She found herself tripping over a twig behind her, landing in a seated position, having her arms to support her fall. Her breathing increased; her expression of horror and shock had remained, firm and terrified. How in the world? What was going on here? She assumed that was what the white rabbit had been talking about just moments ago. The look in his eyes made her feel like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She agreed with the White Rabbit now. There was no time to explain, but she was still questioning it. Her mind was still racing at suddenly being pulled into the unknown. You couldn't blame her, really. She was still taking all of this in. Getting thrown into a world that she had no knowledge had been scary to her.

Her instincts kicked in, immediately finding herself breathing heavily from the anxiety that had been building into her small, skinny body. Fight or flight.

It was obviously not for the fight. It was definitely flight. There would be nothing they could do to that man. She stood to her feet quickly before she bolted in the direction with the others who had already started to run. It was run or die, and Hitomi really didn't want to die just yet.

[Assistant]
As he stood expectantly awaiting the information he'd just requested, Rhys could not help but wonder about the reason that this group of people had been brought here. Surely there was an explanation, such an event rarely occurred as the result of pure and whimsical chance.  Why us... There must be some significant reason behind this gathering...  His self-interrogation was cut short by a new voice questioning if the Rabbit could even be trusted in the first place. Rhys could not help but internally sigh as he heard the other voice's question, looking the Rabbit over as he thought to himself.

Though his appearance and demeanor are admittedly... strange, He is our only source of knowledge in a completely alien world. I'd rather hear what he has to say for himself first before being blindly skeptical of his intent.

Aside from that, he was the White Rabbit and if they were truly in Wonderland... he would be amongst the least of threats to them. Almost as if on cue the Rabbit spoke his piece... and subsequently dodged the questions he was asked. Opting to instead give the group a piece of largely useless information, along with the proclamation of an imminent threat and the need to get away. Butter Daisy Forest didn't exactly sound like the most grandiose of names, especially for a place called Wonderland. Regardless of that, the threat of an immediate danger was far more prevalent than paltry naming conventions. Though before Rhys could ask just where this safety was, yet another voice unrecognized by him chimed in and declared that the group should not move until the Rabbit had given them a reason to trust it.

Rhys simply looked on as the disagreement between the two rapidly devolved into full on yelling from one party. He looked to the source of the other voice, a boy likely his age. His cold green eyes looking the accuser up and down. What was a civil discussion mere moments ago had been plunged into childish bickering. This was not good, discord and doubts would only deliver them unto destruction in this sort of scenario. What they needed was to unify and leave the area before this supposed danger could discover them. Besides, if the White Rabbit turned out to have ill intent, there were many more of them than there was of him.

A sudden thunderous crash near the edge of the clearing brought Rhys to his senses, and he turned to face the sound. What he saw stole the breath from his lungs. From the writhing black abyss that had landed seconds ago emerged a titan of a man who seemed to know the White Rabbit. As the newcomer looked over the group, Rhys's eyes eventually met his and for a brief moment Rhys felt the mountainous man's malefic intentions. It took nearly all of his willpower to not drop his stone-faced charade and remain unflinching, though internally he felt incredibly on-edge.

I suppose that this is the aforementioned immediate danger.

Not long after, the blonde boy from earlier attempted to rally the others first into running, and then into protecting one of the other members of their group. While Rhys was all for getting away from the monstrous man, he wasn't exactly looking to risk his life for someone he'd just met. He watched as a few of the others bolted into the verdant landscape that surrounded them. He wanted to stay and attempt to reason with the creature, yet something in the back of his mind was yelling at him that this was a life and death situation. One false move could end everything if he did not proceed with a degree of caution. Summoning what courage he had, he announced to those who were left in the clearing.

"Stick by skepticism and risk your life, or suspend your disbelief and live. It's not a difficult choice!"

Following that he dashed off to join the others who had already fled.

Jest@CronicCrystalis@Loki Odinson@Crimmy@Petulant@Letter Bee@Duoya@rebthewriter@Etranger@Avant@Suku@Windstormugly

[User]
Nicola Khumalo

This really was one dull dream. It even seemed like everyone else was taking this situation way too seriously. What kindof dream was she having where people acted like real people? The bulk of these people were acting as though there really was a talking rabbit in front of them. It was on this line of thought that Nicky got to thinking. At first, she shrugged the idea off as absurd, but the more she thought about it, none of this had the hallmarks of a dream. In spite of the absurdity of a talking bunny, everything else was all too sensible and predictable. If this really was a dream, she would have expected something wacky to happen by now, like everyone falling into the sky, or an ice cream salesman passing through. This was too boring, too normal.

The clincher came when the huge, black rabbit showed up on the scene. While this was a strange turn of events, Nicky did not feel at all comforted by it. This thing was intimidating, and many people were starting to flee from it as prompted. An overwhelming sense of reality washed over her, and she decided that she was going to make tracks too, following behind those already running in search of safety in numbers. She didn't honestly know for sure if this truly wasn't a dream just yet, but if it was, it was a nightmare, and she was going to treat it like one.

[Assistant]
Jeremy Hart

The whole situation was growing more ridiculous, some of the kids starting to bicker with the rabbit, questioning his motives. And the thing responded like an untrustworthy character in a story. Jeremy thought to himself that he really needed to stop listening to his students talking between themselves about the latest childrens-movie or computer game. And when had he last read Alice in Wonderland, in his opinion the second book was much more engaging from an intellectual standpoint. The fact that many of the youths around him were advocating for his own thoughts of this as a dream kept striking him as self-critical. Was this his minds way of showing that he had doubts about something? A stupid notion to be sure, must have been something else, like how he should deal with his fellow teachers always mentioning that P3 syndrome. It was simply some new disease affecting young kids, they'd eventually find a cure.

As the big fellow arose from a pool of shadows and started talking with the rabbit. Was this supposed to be some monster of the dream? The reaction of his surroundings would indicate such, some of them even starting to run away.
But Jeremy didn't feel that usual urge to flee that instilled itself in a nightmare, looking at the man, and his eyes...
Something was strange about this dream, why hadn't he woken up yet. As he had all his wits about him it should mean that he was about to wake, but even thinking of it and trying to open his eyes didn't do anything but make him seem silly widening his eyes.

Opting for the logical conclusion, that the dream was simply a weird one, Jeremy turned around and started walking away from the big man, following the others running ahead. It couldn't hurt to leave, right?

[User]
These were the types of situations Hector hated to find himself in. As expected, the rabbit thing provided no satisfactory answers, and gave them some vague warning about something coming for them. Most annoyingly, something did come for them. Now it was a matter of pure chance. They could trust blindly in the white rabbit, and get out of here, and they might all run headfirst into a trap. Alternatively, they could choose to take a chance on this newcomer. He looked as suspicious as it got, but on the other hand, "looks can be deceiving" was a common adage for a reason. He had absolutely no idea what could happen with either of them, and that fact was excruciating. A decision had to be made with no facts or rationale, only instincts and assumptions. If there had been an appropriate opportunity, Hector would have spat on the ground in disgust and protest at this.

He decided to go with the obvious choice and trust in the rabbit, as many others seemed to be doing. He did not actually trust the thing one bit, but he didn't have a bit of a shred of info to go on here either. If it was potential death on either end, he may as well throw in with the one that seemed the least suspicious on the surface. If this came to bite him in the arse, then he would have to live with that...or die with it, as it were.


[System]
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown, due to warp influence.
Faction/Race/Species: Adeptus Astartes.
Sub-Faction: Fallen of the former Dark Angels of Caliban.
Rank/Position: Former techmarine.

Mental and Physical Traits: Xepherial is a logicalist and a pragmatist to a far greater degree than his Adeptus Mechanicus mentors would be comfortable with in current times. He is sharp of mind and exemplifies a scientist in his pursuit of truth and understanding. Ideally, his fighting is done by the machines he communes with, which can be quite substantial with all of them working in blessed coordination. He prefers to plan ahead and be prepared for battle, but should he personally engage, his sharp mind can simultaneously command four extra limbs in addition to his own, making him a terrifying opponent indeed. He doesn't have much experience fighting unarmed and unarmored and doesn't plan to gain that experience. He's standard size for a space marine but of course does see to the maintenance of his biologic components as diligently as he would any weapon or vehicle. He is typically quiet and confident and fully devoted to the Emperor while also fully respecting the presence of the Omnissiah in all non-sentient machines.

Appearance: Xepherial looks surprisingly youthful, with straight black hair and light colored skin. His eyes are a confused shade of hazel, but he usually wears his helm. He always wears his artificer power armor, a variant of the Mk V Maximus, with the left pauldron being black and bearing the old icon of the sword and wings. The armor of the right arm and left leg is red. His servo-harness is black, bearing two servo-arms, a combi-tool, a Fyceline Torch and a Plasma Cutter. The Machina Opus is clearly visible on his midsection and right pauldron, while his chestplate bears the typical Imperialis.

Wargear: Calling upon his training from Mars, Xepherial was able to repair and maintain his gear. He has the servo-harness and four accessory arms which wire directly into his spinal column for maximal control by his brain. He carries a bolter and still has his Omnissian power axe. Other than that, he is accompanied by whatever constructs he has either built or found across his path and restored.

History: Xepherial began as a native to Caliban, was recruited and trained, survived, and a century or so later was sent to Mars. He spent the standard 30 year cycle at Mars and then returned home, just in time to miss departing with El'Johnson and the majority of the Dark Angels forces in the Crusades. Apparently, Luther and the Lion had some kind of disagreement that was mentioned only in whispered rumors that had caused some bad blood. For the next 50 years, El'Johnson kept failing to return to Caliban, and everyone began to suspect a problem. Xepherial had been "left behind" with the Lutherian Dark Angels, and was on that side of the fence when Lion El'Johnson finally did return to Caliban after the Horus Heresy and civil war broke out. Xepherial remembers everything.

That was because it all happened only less than 50 years ago, according to Xeph. The warp storm had sucked him in and thrown him across time AND space far into the future. He originally had no idea where or when he was and wandered alone on a strange hostile world on the edge of the warp that was ruled by human warbands and mercenaries. His first encounter with the natives quickly demonstrated that he could not be easily taken down and salvaged, so a truce was eventually reached. Xepherial agreed to temporarily join the warband, exchanging his service for information and supplies. He came to be a respected oracle of sorts giving his adopters quite an edge in their inter-gang wars simply by upkeeping their machines.

The forsaken denizens of his world seemed to quickly become more and more depraved over time, and the worship of chaos was something Xepherial couldn't stomach. For years, he listened to communication lines and plotted his departure form the world, driven by the need to discover what had happened to his home planet, his chapter, and his honor. Finally, the predictions of a psyker, a shaman among the natives told him a set of coordinates where he must go, that "one of his kind" would be found there, but also he gave a warning. His brothers were his brothers no more, and if they found him, they would kill him.

Xepherial eventually acquired a small ship and was able to revive its machine spirit enough to fly once more. Deciding he would rather die than waste a warrior's years on some Emperor-forsaken hellworld, Xepherial launched himself on a mission of faith.

[User]
It would seem that once again, Gue'la pride and insanity proved Fio'Ui Fi'Rios Gal'leath wrong. While logic would have dictated locating and securing the source of... whatever it was that had lured the Rogue Trader to this graveyard of broken ships before sending in a research team in order to try and work out what it was, it appeared that Nykerio either wasn't using logic anymore or he didn't want to waste time.

Considering what he had seen of the man so far, he wouldn't have been surprised if the former had happened a long time ago.

Rebreather mask covering his face as he stepped out of the ship after all the armed Gue'la, Fio'Ui glanced at his 'bodyguard' with a flat expression for a moment before turning away. "You assumed wrong. I suspect I have less of an idea of what we are actually looking for in this twisted wreck then you do Gue'la."

[Assistant]
Normally he knew the corridors by heart, the years of service aboard the cruiser had etched the deck plans into his mind. He knew it like his own robes. Every nook and cranny, every shortcut and path.
However, this was no longer the same ship as he had arrived upon, it wasn't actually a ship at all anymore. It was now part of the hulk and the hulk was not just a regular ship, it oozed with change.

The trip took longer than expected, it was impossible for a man. The passages which he moved through were far too small for even a child, luckily, Zuriel was no longer trapped in a single form.
As he flowed through the old ventilation shafts, damaged doors and ripped open bulkheads he heard voices.
'Help me!' 'Stop your pathetic attempts.' 'The thirst, when will it end?' 'You assumed wrong....' 'Are you satisfied?'

A few were directed at him, others were echoes, of the past..... and of distance.
This was an interesting turn of events, perhaps the impact from earlier was someone boarding the hulk, someone here to loot and pillage?
He would watch them, in time.

For the moment he had arrived, he stepped out from a battlement depressed into a wall which was covered in darkness, stepped out onto the floor covered in dried blood coloured black from the environment and caressed a data terminal.
In the middle of the room stood a serial linked set of plasma reactors, with small reactors forming back-ups to the primary ones. This terminal was one of the controls for the generatorium.

Zuriel tried to revive the machine spirit. It was alive and well, not for long.
He performed overrides on the systems warnings, the safety parameters were not within acceptable percentages, risk of radiation. Mortal problems, he cared not for any humans or similar which would enter this place in any foreseeable future.
He forced the generator into life, it hummed and shone with blue light. Zuriel began the operation of kickstarting one of the main generators, it spat and fluctuated, for a moment there was energy enough to light the emergency lights. Before an explosion to the fore of the ship, probably a mangled torpedo tube which launched its torpedo which immediately impacted and thus detonated.
The explosion shook the Justifiable violently, however the main hulk barely noticed it.

It seemed the machine didn't want to cooperate, pity, another more.... potent, source of energy was needed to kickstart it.
Zuriel strode atop the access ladder which went over the struggling reactors, he gently stood in front of one of the main generators access ports, considered a moment, then began the incantation.

With a hand gesture the eight-pointed star emerged, it floated like smoke which struck the generator and stuck to its surface. With increasingly dramatic gestures he directed the flows of the warp, with incantations which made the air hiss and the metal corrode he called upon the eddies of the immaterium to give him power.
It would take some time, but time was something Zuriel had.

[User]
The Rigged Fortune was utterly ignoring him. This was good, for the moment. Xepherial was relieved to see transport shuttles depart from the ship, rather than missiles. However, the shuttles bypassed his position without a second thought, all flying directly into a massive rent in the hulk as if their mission were of utmost priority. The former Dark Angel could only guess at what that mission was. At least for now, he was safe.

Several other ships suddenly began to appear in the surrounding space, each having no apparent relation to the other, and Xepherial realized that this spacehulk was a hotbed of attraction. His excuse was that he had come here on the words of a seer who had spoken of finding a lost brother, among other ambiguous things. Yet it was clear that something had drawn others as well. Xepherial found it peculiar that all of them appeared to be arriving at almost the exact same time. A quick statistical analysis revealed that it was too unlikely to be mere coincidence.

Xepherial had no idea if this mysterious lost relation of his was to be found on one of these ships or within the spacehulk itself... or perhaps not at all. A flicker of anxiety gripped him as he remembered the flare of infrared he had seen on -chip's main display. That little ship had suffered some kind of damage. His armor immediately responding to his will, his greeves' magnetic grip on the hulk released, and Xeph spacewalked over to the "landed" small ship.

It appeared to be intact, still radiating heat from its engines. After a brief inspection, it was clear no living beings were aboard. Using his tech-savy, Xepherial was able to open the hatch and board the craft. What he saw made him stop in his tracts and pray. There were burnt-to-ash bodies, human by the skulls, everything was burned. There were also signs of a battle, several battles, based on the claw marks and other damage inside. But what was most blasphemous of all was the merciless mutation and defamation the once ancient and treasured ship had endured. It had been modified in most unholy ways and was practically beyond repair. It begged to return to the Omnissiah, in final death. Xepherial blessed himself so that he would not come under the machine spirit's wrath. Whoever did this, and killed those people, deserved retribution.

Silently seething, Xepherial synced with the ships' cogitator and gathered information on the last few warp jumps, what direction they had come from, and what had brought them here. There was an unusual signal coming from deep inside the spackhulk. That was all he could gather. Then he noticed a live communications link still left on.

It was quiet, only broadcasting the sounds of static. Xepherial instinctively reached for the transmitter, but inexplicably stopped himself. ... Who would be on the receiving end? What had the seer said about "his own?" He hesitated, then pressed the button. ... He said nothing, and nothing was the reply. Saddened, and perplexed by the unresolved mystery of the last moments of this abused vessel, Xepherial exited back out to the hulk. The bodies, both living and machine, would have to be left behind while he continued his search. Hopefully, this brother of his hadn't been incinerated just yet. He had to explore and to prepare himself to encounter potential enemies.

Xepherial would return to the location of the large hull breach where he had started and follow the transport shuttles he had seen earlier. Of course, by the time he discovered the parked shuttles, their occupants would have moved on.


[System]
Nickname: The Shadow or The Phantom (sometimes referred to as Little Kit)
Race: Cerinian, which is basically a human with fox ears and a tail.
Age: 19-20
Gender: Male

Appearance: Itzal has shoulder length white hair, decorated in silver beads (sort of like dreads in some places) and wears a beaded headdress adorn with a red jewel in the middle. He has red eyes, white fox ears and a white fox tail, that is banded with decorative bangles. He also has silver tribal tattoos on his legs and arms, though they usually can't be seen because of his clothes.

Proportionality:
Weight: 105 lbs
Height: 5ft. 1in.
Frame: Thin, slightly muscular.

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Personality: Itzal is extremely compassionate and caring to the ones he loves and trusts, however it he doesn't know someone or doesn't trust someone, he becomes closed and cold to them. He has a strong sense of fighting for what he believes in, to the point he can even be manipulated to fight by others if he believes in the cause. Because of this, he is also willing to sacrifice himself to protect the lives of those closest to him. He can be very emotional and his emotions can sometimes cause him to lose himself if he is not careful. Despite this, he is very gentle and sees all life as precious, something that should be protected no matter what.

Job: Pilot

Fighting Style: Uses an array of martial arts when dealing with hand to hand combat (usually Taekwondo) as well as acrobatics.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Blaster, Magical Staff.

Gadgets: Communication device (basically just a head set), Magic Crystals to power his staff.

Armors/Outfits: Usually wears a skin tight, black catsuit as his uniform, with a silver belt and black knee high boots and a gun holster. The boots actually have a sharp heel that can pierce into skin if needed. His armor is basically just a black gun proof vest.

Weight Class: Medium.

Awakening: Moves or abilities you would never normally have under normal circumstances. Typically extremely powerful.

Pros- Trustworthy, a dependable friend/partner (once he trusts you), good at planning for an attack, good marksmenship (with his staff at least), flexibility, compassion.

Cons- Over Emotional, willing to continue to fight to the bitter end, being untrustworthy of new teammates until he gets to know them, closing himself off when he needs someone, trying to handle everything on his own.

Racial Strengths- The technology from the use of magic, royalty of his home planet, the ability to speak the language of other planets, can sense magic from other beings and sense their family members (like a sixth sense).

Racial Weaknesses- Pacifistic, weak without a magic source, dependent on their magic, cannot use other technology very easily besides their own.

Background: Itzal was one of the princes of the now doomed planet, Cerinia. The planet was destroyed by unknown cause, Itzal and his older brother, Sabre and the rest of his people were killed in the destruction... Or at least that was the case until Itzal found that he had somehow come back to life. However, he found himself on a distant planet with nothing but his name, memories, and staff and has decided to become a pilot after sensing that his brother might be out in the universe somewhere.

[User]
Ferrer entered the examination room quietly, his face very guarded. He looked over the now awakened individuals, and heaved a sigh, his expression relaxing somewhat. He burped into his hand, having wolfed down the steak Cas had given him.

'Excuse me.' He spoke softly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation now taking place. He looked over the newcomers once more, taking note of their body language, their reactions to his entrance, and the ambient energies around each. He understood many of the emotions going through them, having experienced a lot of his own emotional turmoil throughout his lifetime on this planet, and more specifically this island.

His roving eye fell particularly hard on the pair of women who were somewhat entangled. Their energies had touched before, Ferrer could have seen the bond if they were sitting on opposite sides of the room. He chuckled softly. Their being together would hopefully help with their settling in. If, on the other hand they made trouble together...Ferrer looked a little deeper. After a moment, he concluded that he should be able to handle it. He took a seat, still mostly silent.

[Assistant]
"Correction there buddy." Naisha stated at Cassius shaking her head in disagreement." What you describe is known in my world as a normal demon. I'm not a normal demon... this is my body and each sees me like this." She stated, pointing a finger at her horns and her tail." I did what i had to to turn it into demonic one, I can hide it with spells, but I don't want to." She finished her explanation.

 "So basically we all got dragged here from our points of death, by this Clysmian enitity to do who knows what?" She summerized the whole explanation and sighed with a smile, wrapping her arms around Alex's neck once more, bringing herself more into Alex's lap, sitting comfortably in it." Of course you won't find a logical explanation for it... whenever a deity grade entity is involved, things don't make sense. Those... presences or however you would call them operate on their own logic... If this Clsmian wants the sky to turn green it may just..."

 "Why would I want to leave this world and return to a place that's already fated to meet the end times in about two to three years?" Naisha asked eventually with very evil smile on her face." That world will face end times, I have no need to return there. I already killed everyone who caused harm to MY Alex..." Naisha said softly, running a few fingers across the red head's cheek." The end times will deal with those who simply turned their backs at the injustices." She added with a smile." As long as Alex is here, this is where I need and want to be!"

 "Ahh yes... I guess non mages can never fully understand the joy... the pleasure... the thrill of having so much raw power surge through your body, the world obeying your desires. It's like having the power to rul over creation itself." Naisha explained, lickign her lips." But nothing beats the sensation of slowly turning someone's body into charchoal and then to dust. To sense their heart stop, to taste their fear~ you know people who have complexes of being indestructable make for hte best meals~"

 "On the topic of meals... I need raw heart... even animal would do..." Naisha suddenly stated." Actually from now on just whenever meat is involved don't cook it for me. I need it raw and bloody... if the hearts are there even better."

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Monica blinked at Naisha's description. "Like... a Controlled Scientific experiment? Like Alchemy...?" She somewhat pictured Naisha brewing magic at a bench with beakers and chuckled a bit... and then she really thought about it... She just wasn't capable like anyone around her. "Magic sounds a bit dangerous... Which seems why so few are actually capable..." She mused as she set a finger over her lips. "I remember my mother spoke of a women she encountered called 'The Baroness'... There are many stories about her... Buuuut... Every Story has some form on influence in many cultures... On my home world, we simply call her 'Daskra'... It means 'The Beyonder'." She chuckled before setting her cup down, looking at Ferrer and giving a light pet on his head, even if shakily.

"As for your... Demonic being..." Monica scrunched her eyes somewhat, trying to roll "Demonic Being" with ease on her tongue. "I have not the slightest clue... But it sounds like a difference of fundamentals... Like how gravity differs planet to pancake."

"Like how your cooking Differs compared to mine?" Roy smirked.
"Shut up Roy..." Monica glared somewhat. She looked back to the mighty Seraph.

"I also... Know very little about Seraphs such as him... But I just know you're all in very safe company... albeit a bit..." She frowned internally, she pictured Cassius wedged between Ferrer and Roy on what looked like a Pallet, meanwhile her being all alone. Of course this was only when Cassius was younger... "Clingy I want to say...?" Monica chuckled. "Cassius is..." She did not want to seem offensive twords anyone, but... he was out of the room. "He is a bit... Eccentric..." She felt her eyes shift to Maria, then Ferrer, she mentally crawled under her desk as if it were a Fallout shelter.

"By that I mean... He is a REALLY intelligent person, incredibly so... But he is very... stand off like... And so he basically has two glorified... Bodyguards..." She chuckled, almost saying "Pets."

"I thought you were about to call us his boyfriends." Roy joked, somewhat nudging Ferrer... He could just feel Maria glaring through her sunhat, daggers for eyes, and seven times as sharp as diamond.

"Might as well be..." Monica giggled.

"I mean, you were thinking it. Or something like that... Maybe?" Roy smirked as he tilted his head.
"Shouldn't you keep an eye on your boyfriend?" Monica said jokingly.
"He isn't my-"
Monica shoved what was basically a cookie into his mouth... She made sure Roy had the Chocolate, and spared Ferrer it... Last thing she needed to do was prepare anti-diarrhea based medicine.

"Oooh... I forgot to introduce him... This is Ferrer, and Roy. The Stuffed Animal is Roy... This Muscular one... Is Ferrer... So it is hard to mix them up... and I am Monica... A Doctor, and a farmer. But... I will keep in mind you want your food uncooked..." She shuttered. "So... You address Alex like... What is... Are you two..."

Roy coughed. "Lesbiannnns~" Cough.

"Roy." Monica scolded before looking over the red headed women with the cynbernetic arm. "You two are not forgotten about by the way... Just... You're all reaaallly quiet..."

Cassius swayed back in somewhat. He noticed the Felinoid. "There you are. Come to take in the sight? Welcome to Luyay."

[Assistant]
Itzal jumped slightly, realizing he had been noticed.

"Is... This some sort of planet?" He managed to ask, his crimson eyes taking in the grand sunset. "It's... Beautiful regardless..." He muttered, his tail swishing as a sign that he was relaxed. However, he wondered if he should be so relaxed, he still had no regard to where he was, despite how gorgeous and serene it was, and if he was in danger. Not that he could sense any threatening magic around, he heaved a sigh. It couldn't be the afterlife, if it was... His brother would be here as well. He glanced over to Cassius. "What sort of plane is this?" He wondered, more than actually asking straight out. "Are..." He found that he couldn't actually say the phrase "Are we dead?" He felt like a coward for not being able to ask a simple question, even if he didn't want to know the exact answer.

Itzal shook his head, "I suppose I already know the answer though..." He whispered, his ears lowering slightly as he chuckled bitterly.


[System]
Age: 32
Race: Half-Succubus, half-human

Appearance: Her eyes have an unnatural look to them. Her pupils are tiny in their normal state but expands to cover up to half of her eyes when she gets excited about something. Her hair is fiery red but is most often covered with soot, oil or other impurities when she buries herself in work. She has an eerie appearance due to how she dresses and looks and thus most avoid her.

There aren't too many who can look at her face for too long without feeling uncomfortable. Probably due to how she looks at people. She looks at them like they're food, or subjects to study or play around with. She carries herself with a light, playful demeanor, almost skipping forwards as she walks.

Attire: Her armour is another quite distinguishing feature about Denise. While it doesn't offer the best protection in her abdomen area the rest of her body is quite protected by the armour. Encrusted with runes and gems which offer protection way beyond what the leather and metal ever could do.

She has intentionally given it a daemonic appearance to scare off people who might make a fuss around her shop or around her person. Besides, she isn't too fond of people to start with.

As for her clothing, the rare times she is not wearing her armour....is nothing or a red, silken nightgown in general, sometimes other thin fabrics that feels nice to the touch.

Bio: Denise doesn't know who either of her parents are. All she knows about them is that both of them are dead. Her father was killed in an expedition into the wastes while her mother was captured, and bred. A daemon with an interest into mortals was conducting an experiment to see if it was possible to cross-breed. Indeed it was, and Denise was born, or Azaerielle as she was named by the daemon. Her mother though did not survive the birth as it tore her apart, her life feeding Denise.

Azerixar, as the daemon was named took her into his care. Teaching her how to use magic, carve runes and use her daemonic powers. The daemon kidnapped more women and bred them, creating a total of five additional children, for reasons unknown. He treated them with love and care along with protecting them against the dangers of the world until they were old enough to care for themselves.

However after a couple of years he demanded that the children would fight each other until just one remained or they would all be destroyed. Denise was one of the first that took action, running a fanged hand through her sibling's heart. As she did one of the gem's on her armour lit up.

After the first kill she was filled with an unnatural bloodthirst as she descended upon her siblings. One of her brother's had already claimed one before she took his life, causing two more gems to light up. In the end there was Denise and one of her sister's still standing. Both of them were covered in wounds from the fierce fighting. They launched against each other and fought hard and long, but in the end her sister was laying on the ground, bleeding out.

Just when she was going to deal the killing blow their father intervened and transferred the glowing gem from the defeated to the victor. He then started carving runes into Denise sister's body. Slowly the girl started changing, growing in size, turning into stone. Soon after the body coursed with red, infernal energies as it was brought into life.

Her father turned towards Denise. He told her to go into the world of the mortals. Live with them, study them, if possible breed with them. She had accepted before her father added that her sister, the newly created golem would follow as her guard and that she was not to return without accomplishing her tasks.

Denise however, had no intention of ever returning. Instead when she made it to Nethren port she set up shop there. She took over a workshop from some old man and made it her own and started working on her own experiments. Unlike her father though, her own was based around magitek devices and runes.

She gained her nickname when she blew up a nearby hill when she was trying out a new device that was launched from a catapult. Mostly because she had been jumping around like a little child when it tore the hill apart with a thunderous crack.

Nowadays she mostly makes different devices for daemon hunters and other adventurers. Everything from a rune encrusted musket to high-explosive bullets, to a tea maker. Her plans are to get filthy rich from the civil war in Abbaden, selling weapons to both sides if possible. But who knows, things might change.

Personality and Aspirations: Denise is a bit of a special child. The experience of killing her own siblings has turned a few screws..a bit more loose. She takes delight in explosions and mayham, but she's not the kind to just randomly blow things up. However she'll never say no when someone asks her to.

She is somewhere between a childish mind and a devil's. She can be jumping around all happily while blowing people up. Fuzz over small things, but then be very mature about other things. Perhaps she just wants to see the world go boom?

Inventory:
* Rune carving tools.
* Blacksmith tools. A simple anvil, hammer, bucket, pliers, normal stuff.
* Essential supplies, including a waterskin, tent, bedroll, ect
* Helvyra, her trusty golem which carries most of her things, and most often Denise is riding somewhere on the golem. The golem has a big backpack and a 'saddle' on it's back and shoulders for carrying things.
The golem itself is not too remarkable. It's what you'd expect from a golem. It's very strong and sturdy. It has the capability to shoot firebolts with it's mouth. The thing that makes it special though is that it'll keep reviving, no matter how much you seem to kill it. As long as the soul gem remains intact, it'll keep coming back.

Skills:
Combat skills: While she doesn't use any weapons part from the claws on her armour she knows quite well how to make good use of them. While relying on long range magic to fight but when they close in she uses a mixture of claw attacks along with magical attacks and the support of her golem to come out ahead. Thusly she is mostly trained in agility and hit and run strikes.

Infernal magic: Her daemonic roots gives her plentiful control over the infernal magics of her people. This mostly manifests in the ability to use and control fire and darkness but also in mind manipulative spells like seduction or horror. These spells are but suggestions at her current power. Seeming more attractive or alluring, making people feel more calm around her. Or make herself look like a nightmare to give the children a good scare.

Along with a rare power to manipulate souls and drain essence from her succubus heritage. Denise can drain life-force from living things by touching them. A quicker way is by kissing, or very quickly by getting intimate. The poor soul of her victim can either be used to feed Denise and heal her of wounds, or can be stored in gems that she carries. These souls can be used to empower her magic or feed them to herself, or Helvyra to unlock more and more powers, or so her father said at least.

Runecrafting: The ability to craft runes into items, and people. Most of her designs revolve around making things go boom or help things go boom. Like improving the power of a cannon to shoot flaming projectiles, or exploding ones. She can do more 'mundane' carvings as well, but she considers those to be quite boring. She knows the 'forbidden' art of carving souls into the runes, empowering and making the runes more stable. Or if the victim is alive, create a minor golem. She is by far not able to create another golem like Helvyra, hers deteriorate quite quickly.

Languages: Barazhad (language of daemons), Abbalic and Neath-scratch

Current Location: On her way to Falke, a day or so away.

[User]
Falke, Main Gates
 Rebecca initially felt somewhat intimidated by the other woman, beginning to see her armor and stature as somewhat imposing, but she could only stare with bewilderment when she was asked such a bizarre question. She could only assume that she meant "Nethergate," though the mistake made her wonder who in the world she could possibly be.

 "That's a pretty vague description," Rebecca answered. "Why would something like that be in Nethergate? There's not much there except for demons and hunters with shoddy tools. How much do you know about this thing, exactly?" Rebecca leaned back a little to listen to Chambala as she spoke to her. Rebecca shrugged in response. She didn't really know what could prompt her to take on that tone of voice and still not tell her what the problem was, but she supposed it was better to trust her friend in case they ended up getting into more trouble over it.

 "Do you mind if we continue this conversation outside?" She asked the gold-clad woman, gesturing to the gates with her free hand.

[Assistant]
[Calieo]

 Calieo frowned slightly when the girl's answer wasn't more informative, though she supposed it made sense considering how she hadn't started seeing humans until the last leg of her journey through the mountains. It was somewhat odd that this apparently foreign merchant had been the first to claim any knowledge on what she sought. The Pillars were far from any civilization, which left Calieo wondering who or what had been so bold as to steal from their heart.

 As the girl continued her inquiry, Calieo listened carefully and glanced towards her new guide upon hearing the description of 'Nethergate'. It sounded like a primitive place, even more so than this one, and such thoughts filled the warrior with a sense of loathing. Her negative emotions turned on themselves when the girl asked for more information on the relic, of which Calieo did not have much. "I know very little regarding what I seek," the knight admitted bitterly, pausing for a moment to think. "All I know is it's shape, and the stone hole it fits in. That, and whomever took it has a death wish."

 It was then that another familiar face showed herself, the fur clad woman from the market, and whatever she said to her companion prompted that the two of them depart from this tangled mess of a city. "We may leave, yes. I grow tired of this aggravating stone maze," Calieo agreed, heading towards the main gates and motioning that she be followed. "Come along, Dennis," the warrior called back towards her guide, assuming that everyone else would keep up with her somewhat brisk pace.

[User]
Tour de Rouge, Fields
 "Well," Veronica said with a shrug. "If you say so. Do you need luck like that in Pinura? I've heard that it's a tough place to-" She was cut off by the cart stopping, followed distressed neighing of the cart's horses and the crunch of something impacting hard against the cart's wooden frame. Serena and Veronica locked eyes for a moment before they slid off the back of the cart. Serena grabbed her mask while Veronica put on her helmet. A few drawn-out, tense seconds passed before the source of the disturbance revealed himself, planting a foot on top of the crates that had previously cut off their view of the front of the cart.

 Though the parasol the man held above his head blocked all traces of sunlight, the magenta glow in his right eye helped illuminate him somewhat. Long, golden locks of hair streamed down from his head, highlighting his beautiful features and pale skin while flowing over his left eye and ending at his chest. He wore black, tight clothing that hugged at his shapely form and toned limbs. His long legs ended in a pair of black high-heeled boots, contributing to an impressive 6'11" stature that made even Veronica feel somewhat intimidated. A cape flowed down his right shoulder, black on the backside and the same shade of magenta as his eye on the inward side. In his gloved right hand he held his parasol, and in the left, he held the cart driver by the neck, partially covering two small puncture wounds still dripping with blood that soaked into his glove. He looked down at the group and smiled, a fang retreating behind his lips.

 "Would you sweeties be willing to help me with something?" He asked with mock innocence. "Is there anything on my clothes? My face, perhaps? Maybe even in my hair? I don't like to consider myself a messy eater, but…" He trailed off, the glow fading from his eyes as he disdainfully threw the cart driver down to the two women. Veronica caught him, making sure that he was still breathing before carefully setting him down and focusing her gaze back on the man. Serena tensed into a fighting stance as she donned her mask and held her naginata forwards, that ice cold look returning to her eyes as she stared the assailant down.

 "Let's just say I've been craving some of those infamous Choral rations for quite some time," The man continued playfully, slowly and suggestively running a newly freed hand through his hair. "Shall we?"

[Assistant]
Calieo, quite the pretty name. Had a nice flow to it in Denise ears. But what caught her attention was the description of herself. Denise could not stop herself from chuckling at it. The sheer amount of pride the woman took to the name and what she represented. The amount of surprise that she was not in awe from hearing such a proclamation.

But what broke her into laughter was when she called Helvyra a horse. Calling a golem a horse was the best thing she had heard in quite a while. This really proved that Calieo had no sense of what the world was like. Denise guessed that she had been locked in a convent or a temple her entire life or similar and thus had no idea of what the world was like. Just a shame that they did not teach their people about what was around them.

"I never did claim that it was there; I just said that I know someone who probably knows about it. He has always collected artifacts from around the world and experiment with different things."

Denise shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head slightly as the request to move out came about. She just nodded and patted the golem on the head and they started walking out from the city. Denise sighed and rolled backwards off the golem and onto the ground next to Calieo. "If it's such a hurry, like, the end of the world and such; then we should probably hurry up. Possibly ditching our company, unless you feel them necessary."

She was not too fond of this amount of people tagging along. Or at least walking with them. One more perhaps, but this amount was making her uneasy. If things went the really bad way, she could probably convert Calieo and get rid of one additional person. Two more? Not enough to win, but enough to be troublesome.


[System]
18/481 R.C║Zern Empire║Venusian║MalePhysical Appearance
Lucas is tall and somewhat lanky for his age at 6 feet tall but is noticeably thin and devoid of both muscle and fat. His dirty blond hair is usually unkempt and sticking up, but before important events such as meetings he will at least wash and brush it. He has bright green eyes and somewhat sharp facial features that might make him look intense if he didn't have a perpetual grin and easygoing personality

While working on designs Lucas likes to wear plain shirts and shorts under a white lab coat, of which he owns several (it makes me feel like a scientist.) He has a nice white button-up shirt and pants for any formal events. He wears large circular glasses because of his poor eyesight

Personality Traits:
Somewhat socially awkward
Easily distracted
Creative
History lover
Animal lover
Very friendly
Easily stressed

Biography:
Hello fellow Martian Institute of Technology Education students! I'm Lucas Ryder. Let me tell you a bit about myself, and wish you luck in your endeavors.

I was born in the year 481RC on Venus. My parents ran a family machine shop that worked on mobile workers in the area. It wasn't very big or exciting, but it was the family business you know? I thought my destiny was to inherit it when I became an adult, and I was happy to.

The neighborhood had all these documentaries and books on old earth in our library. Not many people seemed to want to check them out, but I loved them. I learned all about the animals that went extinct there and old earth history. I think that's what inspired me to try and make my first creation

I started helping around the shop when I was about six or seven years old, just retrieving parts and carrying messages from Mom to Dad and back. But the longer I was in the machine shop the more interested I became in all the machines that constantly surrounded me. One day I asked my parents if I could try and make something with some of our spare parts, and they agreed as long as they could keep an eye on me.

It was like a budding artist getting their first easel and buckets of paint. All of these ideas came to mind, stuff like replicating bone structures and making my own sort of robot. It took a week before I decided that I wanted to make a quadruped. It took a few months and a lot of beta testing before it could even walk.

Honestly, the robot was no use to anyone. It was too weak to lift anything and it didn't have any of the equipment that would make it an effective miner, or repair bot. But it was baby's first robot you know? I was proud of it, and from then on when I wasn't repairing something I was happy to sit down and draw up designs and mess with spare parts.

When I was eight, the machine shop closed down. We were in the way of some new factory or something, so the government stepped in, paid us a pittance for our machine shop, and then evicted us from it.

A huge chunk of our money was gone the very next day getting us somewhere to stay. The rest withered away on food and amenities before we knew it.

This was probably the darkest period in my life. I was too young to work but Mom and Dad could barely earn enough money to support all three of us. If it was just the two of them they would have been alright, but they had me to support as well. Sometimes one of them would go hungry just to make sure I was fed.

When I was about twelve years old a mining company put out a request for a new servomotor design, with a huge prize for whoever made the best. I remembered my old tinkering days and decided to enter in secret

I lost obviously. Since I was just one kid competing against teams of designers, but I did pretty well. Fourth place. I thought that would be the end of it, no monetary reward and I would return to the grind of living in poverty. Until I received an offer from the Outreach program, who had heard about me from the mining company:

There wasn't much to consider. I was going to be headed to top schools on Mars with unique research opportunities. More importantly, I would be cut off from my parents financially and they could support themselves without worrying about their leech of a son. So I got on the ship and set off

I knew that the princess was sponsoring the program, but I didn't expect to meet her soon after arriving on Mars. That only made it stranger when we touched down on Mars and she was there to greet all the new arrivals. Meeting her was a huge honor.

Saying that I like the princess would be a huge understatement. She's really kind and supportive, and you would think a princess would want nothing to do with the common folk but she seemed.... pretty personable. She asked everyone what our dreams were, and when I said something like "improving life for the people on Venus" she smiled and told me that was a wonderful dream

Compared to my old life MIT was amazing. I had three meals a day, a comfortable room to call my own, and a database full of information at my fingertips.

MIT wasn't all fun and games though. I was homeschooled growing up, so I needed some remedial courses in some subjects, and the classroom setting stressed me out. If your grade drops too low on a merit scholarship it's possible to lose it. This scholarship was the only thing keeping me from becoming a leech again. I took school pretty seriously.

A few months ago I put in my Magnum Opus. The top robotics students were given grant money and more or less given free reign to put our minds to the test and design a tool or component for a mobile worker. I created a heavy-duty servomotor for mobile workers. It took some work but I think I did one of my best jobs yet.

But there's something that kinda bothers me…. They were walking about how my servomotors would be perfect for use in mobile suits, weapons. The princess always said violence wasn't the answer but...

The offer for the project is too good to pass up. I'll do my best this one time, even if it is for a weapon. If I make something good enough to patent, I won't have to worry about money anymore, I can send some home to Mom and Dad. I won't have to accept projects unless I want to...

Anyways sorry for talking everyone's ears off. I just thought I would send this out to all the new and returning students before I set off for my project. Let's all do our best to study hard and create a good future.

From Lucas Ryder.

Skills and Abilities
Mechanical affinity: Lucas has an affinity for all things mechanical, mobile workers, mobile suits and all of their smaller components. He can easily work with them in order to repair and construct similar mechanical objects, although his specialty is in the direct weight and movement of such pieces.

Martian Institute of Technology Education: Lucas has been educated by one of Mars's top schools in the fields of engineering and mechanics. His base affinity and knowledge of mechanics has been enhanced by this education to make him a truly talented designer

Unorthodox designs: Lucas has a certain… talent for designs that on the outset make little sense or are mostly unrelated to previous designs. According to him, his first leg was designed after extensive study on the bone structures of people and animals from old earth. Apparently he likes turning to the past to come up with ideas for the future...

Personal Items and Equipment
Personal Laptop: Lucas's personal laptop holds a lot of information about all his projects old and new. It's also what he uses for a lot of his design and research work. It's very important to him and it would be a real shame if it got stolen or hacked...

Strengths and Weaknesses
Lucas is a mobile suit designing prodigy with a lot of very unorthodox ideas and designs that might lead to revolutions in mechanics. In particular, he's already produced an extremely powerful servomotor and design for Sowerberry Gundam's armor bared around mechanical movement. After all, that's his specialty

Lucas's main problem when it comes to design is his tendency to start with an idea, and then have to do extensive testing to get it to even remotely have a chance of working. It's not unusual for him to run through a dozen ideas before he strikes one that has some promise. Aside from that, Lucas is a tall and scrawny nerd without most of the traits that make someone an effective pilot or soldier

Chosen Mobile Weapon
None

[User]
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Dannie's grin could be heard through the commlink as she replied.
"I always do."
She positioned herself right in front of the door, gripping her spear firmly.

Everything happened in a flash, but Dannie was more than ready. Bullets pinged off Recompense's shield as Dannie charged straight at her group, using their gunfire to navigate through the smoke. A savage warcry remained trapped within the cockpit as she drove her spear through one of the Redcoats, skewering it. She brought the spear in close and used the mobile suit as an additional shield to block fire from the Tommy as it attempted to flank her. The robotic shishkabob attempted to break free but this struggle was short lived as three megawatts of electricity ripped through its chassis. The entire suit went rigid as the metal around the spear began to liquify and ooze from the entry and exit holes. If the pilot inside wasn't dead already, the flurry of rounds from the Tommy slamming into their back might've done the job. Dannie retaliated with a small metal cylinder that folded up onto Recompense's left shoulder and swiveled toward the offending hail of bullets and unleashed a trio of rockets at the Tommy.
TH-TH-THUMP
Every rocket found its mark and exploded in a shower of white-hot slag that engulfed the front of its torso and head unit. The pilot inside reeled as the very paint of their suit ignited with brilliant colors; the pigments inside burning away under the infernal heat. With the Tommy more than distracted, Dannie took the opportunity to disconnect from her spear of charge her remaining opponent. A burst of gunfire ricocheted harmlessly off her shield as she reached for a handle on her mobile suit's lower back. A salvage processing saw roared to life as she swung the fiendish weapon at the Redcoat. Metal shrieked as the alternating teeth ripped through her opponent's arm in a shower of sparks, severing it in moments. The arm, and the gun in its hand, both crashed to the floor. The pilot inside barely had time to register the horror of what just occurred before  Dannie raised her left arm, pressing her suit's palm against the cockpit, and unloaded two armor piercing shells into it from a wrist-mounted scattergun. The pilot inside died instantly.

Two mobile suits lay broken at her feet, their pilots dead, but the Tommy's pilot decided their  faith in Zern wasn't strong enough to save them from Dannie. They were right. As they attempted to flee, she dropped her saw and reached for a metal disk at her waist that split into two thinner disks connected by a metal cable. She spun the contraption a few times before slinging it at the fleeing mobile suit. The cable tangled around its legs, causing the Tommy to skid a ways as it tripped. It tried to stand but not having the use of its legs proved to be too much of a handicap. Dannie wasted no time in rushing at the downed Tommy and unceremoniously stomping on the torso until the cockpit caved in. Then twice more just to be sure. She took a moment to recollect her weapons and hook her spear back up to her suit's reactor before turning her attention to the rest of the battle.

[Assistant]
Atet, Stratos-class transport

All the way from the red planet, the Stratos-class vessel took its sweet time to arrive to the colony over Venus. Along with a couple of Scroop-class ships, the Nelson and Hardy, it carried its precious cargo fresh from the factories on Phobos. All 36 units were rested in the hangar of the Atet, with the maintenance teams performing final evaluation for any possible microdebris mark or scratch from loading. Work on the ship was indeed mundane, even for the great assistant Alice who was going over the final designs of the workers. They didn't mean much to her and she was sure to share them appropriately as per her duties, but it didn't hurt to review the unit she would be presenting for the entire Zern Empire to watch. Not just the screen with the schematics, her mind was also on the paperwork in front of her which took up the majority of her attention.

Filing out such tedious legalities was easy, just something to bide her time while she waited out the long haul. Approaching the colony at Venus though, Alice could tell the situation wasn't at all handled. They were ordered not to approach and had a pair of Tommys with their rifles at the ready, along with the few other ships waiting to get to the port after the Venue had arrived. Finding a solid answer to the situation wasn't easy, but she could tell from the reports from the Forge of Mars that something had breached the perimeter of the Zern Empire around the colony and had them chasing after it. Past that, no more clues. One report mentioned a drone which was near impossible with the interference from the Wilberforce reactors. "Take down any report, the boss will want it with his usual obsessions." She commanded, and with her position in the company, any order she gave was top priority here on the bridge. Of course she wished to launch herself in one of the new workers, but she'd at least get an earful from the boss after it all, never mind having to deal with the Zern Military.

[User]
"Sorry for the delay everyone". Denzel's modified Scutson the Rubble Rouser approached from the alley between the two buildings in front of the warehouse. "I had a hard time getting to my suit with all the guards in the way. Anyway I took care of them and now I'm here to stay"

On approach, Denzel took a moment to appraise the situation. Dannie was in the middle of a rampage obliterating a handful of Zern suits, there were more suits in front of the building, but if Denzel charged they could be caught in a pincer attack. The suits on the right side of the building had yet to engage, but presumably, a member of the team was preparing to breach the door and take them down... Ah, there was a sniper on the building next to him. He could take care of that.

"I'm taking out the sniper outside. Once he's down you should be free to go nuts"  Denzel approached the corner of the building the enemy sniper was settled on, a slightly sadistic smile spreading across his face as his Scutson adjusted its grip on its hammer to a two-handed grip.

With one swing Denzel completely demolished one of the sidewalls of the building and exposed the main support and interior, now covered in rubble and scrap from the wall. With the second swing, the head of his hammer tore through the main support as the metal shattered under the blow. Without the support the building began to dramatically crumble, metal screeching against metal as the weight became too much. The enemy sniper was dragged down as the roof beneath its feet caved in and smashed into a pile of metallic rubble.

The Rubble Rouser took a step back and half raised it's a shield as Denzel admired his handiwork with a smile.


[System]
Player name: Quextamon
Position in RP: Witch
Age: 22
Occupation before coming to the Island: Leona was a part-time check-out clerk, part-time librarian.
Reason to come to the Island: Leona's sense of humor can be macabre, which makes it difficult for her to identify with others. Additionally, she found her jobs unfulfilling, thus she decided to pursue her interests in magic.

[User] "I am! My name is Leona. Leona Reed. Pleasure to meet you." Leona flipped her little notebook shut, granting the stranger her full attention and a polite smile. She hoisted her luggage back off of the ground, waiting to be directed.

[Assistant] Dresden motioned Leona to follow him and said still using his accent, "Follow me then I will lead you to him. He will be glad that you have arrived on time." Dresden had too admit he was having fun pretending to have an accent. He then lead Leona to the plane and said "Mr. Dresden is on the plane preparing to greet you and the other new appliant to the island." He then walked on to the plane and into the cockpit to tell the pilot that they had to go to London.

[User] Rosalie saw a plane coming into the airport that looked particularly different from the others, it was slightly smaller and had the word Hawaii on it, she thought that it could be her plane but she wasn't sure and wasn't going to put herself out there to find out. She continued to look around the airport in anticipation while she waited, she was freezing cold, after all, it was the middle of Winter in London and London has been known for the cold and snow. Unfortunately, that was what was happening, it was snowing and freezing cold, she would have to go inside soon unless she wanted pneumonia.

[Assistant] "Thank you very much," Leon said, curtsying briefly at Dresden. Looking at the plane, she took in all the little details of its hull, examining the make, model, and airline. She waved to him as he left, and made her way to her seat. Tucking her larger bag in the overhead compartment, Leona sat down and made herself comfortable. She wondered just how long the plane ride would take, and who else would be traveling with her. This whole experience had been quite mysterious to her, in contrast to her normal life, and she was greatly enjoying herself. Pencil to paper in her notebook, she sketched out little lines and drew the area around her, passing the time until she would be given further instructions.

[User] Dresden came out of the cockpit and bowed to Leona. Then said in his normal voice  "Now allow me to introduce myself I am Dresden. I am one of the leaders on the island. The other one is currently busy on the island to prepare for your arrival. Now before we head to Hawaii we must go to London to pick up another applicant. We will be taking off immediately so we can get to her." Dresden sat down and the plane took off.

[Assistant] She nodded, pleased that it was finally time to leave, and looked up from her notebook. "So, Dresden," she started, taking a much more casual tone, "What can you tell me about Null, and the island? I'd really like to know about the ways of life there so I don't make a fool out of myself."

[User] Dresden looked at Leona chuckling. He stopped then said "Miss there is nothing I can tell you about Null I've never met him. I've only ever talked to him through messages. As for the Island I'll explain that later." Dresden looked out the window and saw they were arriving in London He turned to Leona and said "We have arrived in London now. Once we land you can get out and stretch your legs but don't stray far because once I get the other new applicant we leave for Hawaii."

[Assistant] The other plane had turned out to be the wrong one which Rosalie thought was unfortunate but she could see another one coming down now. She had gone inside, to the warmth for fear that she would get hypothermia. While she waited she read through the letter and wondered who this Null could possibly be, she wondered what the island would be like, who else would be there but most of all Rosalie wanted to know why she had been sent the letter in the first place. She thought about how the astronomer she had been apprenticed to would think of all this, naturally, she hadn't told him a thing but she smiled imagining the look on his face if she was to.

[User]
Leona nodded to him, a bit surprised. She has assumed Dresden was working closely with Null, but that train of thought had just been thoroughly derailed. This entire business was so mystifying, all she could was hope that it wasn't some elaborate prank. As he gave her a few instructions before departing, she looked outside, her breath lightly fogging up the plexiglass of the window in a little cloud of heat.
When they had landed, Leona decided a walk would do her good, to clear her mind and to keep her legs from falling asleep. She was sure to say within eye shot of their aircraft. The last thing she wanted was to become lost in a foreign country without her baggage. It was terribly cold outside, so she brought her cloak closer around herself, shivering with a little gust of wind as it blew past.

[Assistant] As soon as the plane landed Dresden came off of it. He went over to the information desk as soon as he was and made another announment."The plane for Kahoolawe, Hawaii has arrived and is ready to leave. If you need help finding the plane please come to the help desk and ask for Dresden." As soon as the announcement was finished he waited. Because the next passenger could come at any moment.

[User] Rosalie heard the announcement and, dragging her suitcase behind her, walked up to the help desk. When she got there she asked the person at the desk," Excuse me, I believe that I'm meant to ask for a Dresden?" As she waited she thought about the possibilities of who Dresden could be but she figured that luckily she would soon find out.

[Assistant] Dresden walked up to the desk then nodded his head slightly at the girl. He looked her in the eye then said in a London accent "Mr. Dresden had to step away for a moment. He instructed me to take you to the plane. Please follow me to the plane now." Dresden lead her to the door to the plane. He opened the door then said still in his accent, "Just go in and find a seat Dresden will be there soon." He then waited to see if she went on.

[User] Rosalie cautiously boarded the plane, she wasn't exactly the most trusting person in the world, especially to strangers," If you aren't Dresden than who are you?" she asked, she was nervous which didn't help at all according that the more nervous she became the more her English accent becomes noticeable. She figured that it should be understandable to the man who brought her to the plane as he seemed to have an English accent as well.

[Assistant] Dresden was amazed at the curiosity and caution that this applicant had. He gave a slight bow and said "I am just a good friend of Dresdens. Whenever he is in town we meet up and have a chat this time we just had to do it while we were working. So please go have a seat since I must get back to work I hope you have a nice day madem." Dresden then walked away back to the help desk. For one last announcement "This is the last call for any passengers to Kahoolawe, Hawaii. Come to the help desk and ask for Dresden." He knew there was no one else he headed back to the plane.

[User]
@Quextamon

As Rosalie sat down in one of the seats inside of the plane she noticed that there was someone else there as well. Keeping her suitcase close she said to the lady," Hello, what's your name?" While she waited for an answer she took out her father's photo from a hidden pocket within her coat and looked at it, thinking of what could of been but then she quickly shook her head and told herself mentally to keep in the present and what has happened not what could of happened because it can't be changed. She also hadn't been entirely happy with the man's answer but that couldn't be helped either.

[Assistant] As Dresden walked up he saw that the other applicant had gotten on the plane. He thought it was amazing that she just trusted a random person. He got on the plane and knocked on the door to the pilots to let them know to begin to take off. He turned to the passengers and sat down. He nodded to Leona and then said Allow me to introduce myself now I am Dresden. We are now leaving for Hawaii. Might I get your name miss."

[User] Leona had seen her come in, watching curiously. "I'm Leona. It's nice to meet you." She closed her notebook filled with drawings as Dresden address them, looking forward with interest. While everything was still very strange, the girl beside her seemed quite nice and normal, and that set her closer to something like ease. Leona saw her pull out a photo, but in the interest of not ease dropping, she didn't look at the picture's content.

[Assistant]
@Quextamon

"My name is Rosalie, it's a pleasure to meet you both," she ignored the fact that it was the exact same person that had brought her to the plane in the first place. She quickly stuffed the photo back into it's pocket before pulling out a book from her suitcase which she still had at her side, she figured that it was going to be a long ride to Hawaii and didn't want to get bored along the way. Before starting her book she asked Dresden," Do you by any chance know who Null is?"

[User]
Leona settled in for the long haul as well, making herself comfortable for the rest of the flight. It seemed that Rosalie had been through the same strange experience as she had, and knew the same amount as her. At least, if it was all just a trick, she wouldn't have to face it completely alone.
She wrote down Rosalie's name in her notebook along with the others she had put there, and waited for either further instruction, or for their journey to begin again.

[Assistant]
@Quextamon

Dresden looked at both Rosalie and Leona and said "No I have never met Null before. I have only had contact with him through messages. However that is a minor thing which shouldn't be your first concern."  Dresden settled into his seat a little more as the plane reached cruising altitude. He looked at both of the girls with him and did a mental sigh. Looks like he still had no one to lead. He then said "Alright now that I have both of you here. I will give a brief explanation of the island. There are 2 leaders on the island. I am one and the other one you will meet on the island. She is the one that you both will be under. I am in charge of all the guys on the island. She is in charge of all the ladies on the island. When you arrive you will stay in a hotel on the island for the night. The next day you will begin the process.

[User] Rosalie turned towards Dresden as she had been looking out the window,"What process?" this section of what he said had confused her. She wondered what the other leader would be like but thought that by the way he said it that there might be others," Are there other people?" She also tried to think of what the hotel and the actual island might be like.

[Assistant] Leona was curious as well, looking over to Dresden. "Yes, I would like to know more about this 'process' as well. Much about the island and it's inhabitants remains secret to me. Perhaps you can shed some light on the matter." She had swarms of images running through her mind, some good and some bad. Anything from a magical fairy world filled with light and laughter, to a a dark and drab place of studying and boredom: not unlike the life she was leaving behind. Perhaps it would be a mix of both. While everything seemed pleasant enough, she still had many darker suspicions about what was to come.

[User]
@RavenTLark

Dresden leaned forward in his seat. He thought for a moment then said "Well its the entrance process. I went through it myself when I arrived to the island. There is some I can't tell you you will just have to find out when you do. But I will tell you what I can. You will take a questionaire to help you discover yourself oN the boat to the island. You will see a small movie about the making of the island. You will get your lodging and get to choose your curtains, bedding, and towels." He paused for a breath then continued "Once we arrive in Hawaii we will have an hour before the boat arrives at the dock."

[Assistant]
Leona nodded, though the vagueness of the answer didn't make her feel any less uneasy. She leaned forward on her hands for a little while, contemplating the nature of the island further. What type of people lived there? Would she really be able to turn her life around and to get away from the dullness she had experienced before?

Whatever the answer was, it awaited her in Kahoolawe. She thought of what her room would be like briefly, and hoped it could accommodate her familiar. He was a very large bird, and needed plenty of space to fly. Maybe there would be something about pets on this 'questionnaire' Dresden had mentioned. Leona leaned back, looking up at the small roof of the plane over her head, then turned to Rosalie in an attempt to strike up a conversation. "This is all pretty crazy, hunh? Exciting, but scary. I've never gone very far away from home, before."

[User]
@Quextamon

Rosalie sighed at the lack of information that Dresden had given them. The idea of a question are intrigued her to say the least and she wondered what choices there were for the curtains, bedding and towels. "Firstly, why would we need to discover ourselves and secondly, can you tell us some of the questions in the survey?" she asked Dresden in the hope that he would give her some more knowledge. After this she turned to Leona and replied," Yes, this is quite peculiar, I've never actually been out of the United Kingdom before so this is definitely thrilling but is also very unexplanatory."

[Assistant]
@Quextamon

He looked at both of the ladies with him. He knew they were making their way down to the island know and said "Well they are basic questions like asking your name, what your prefer to be called, your age, gender, and your 5 favorite food, colors, and hobbies." Dresden looked out the window to see they were about to land. He looked at his watch to see the time. The boat was still an hour out so he said "We will be landing in a few minutes. The boat is still an hour out so you can look around the island for that time. However after the hour you have 20 minutes to be on the boat. It waits for no one and we will leave you behind."

[User] Leona didn't bother to ask why they'd want that information. She simply assumed there was a good enough reason for it, and nodded. "So the end of our travels isn't in Hawaii? Where are we going after that; the island?"


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 22

PARENTS: Storm mentored her but her birth parents were Kaito and Jessica Izumi

Powers: Lightning and electrical currents. She can manipulate intensity of the electrical energy as well as form. She can withstand higher levels of electrical disturbances in her body than other people.
She also has the ability of cytokinesis (self healing).
Studying a mix of Chinese martial arts; Baguazhang and Iron Palm

- How to use electricity to stimulate cytokineses in others
- Perfect the martial arts styles listed

Voltage Reference

Bio:
Childhood
Makoto's father was Japanese and her mother was Caucasian/Canadian. They lived happily together in a small home. At the age of 10 her father was diagnosed with cancer. He battled and they tried to get him the best treatment they could. In the end the doctors had caught it too late and he died when Makoto was 12. Makoto's mother did her best to cope and continue to raise Makoto the best she could.

The loss of her father took quite a toll on her mother. She began to drink in secret. As time went on and the effectiveness of alcohol wore off, Makoto's mom began to drink more frequently and in greater amounts. Often her mom would go to a local bar and not be home until practically the next morning just in time to go to work. One morning, Makoto awoke to the doorbell ringing. She opened it and to her surprise there was a police officer there. He explained to her that earlier in the evening her mother had gotten into a car crash while still intoxicated and died. In a way Makoto was glad that when her mom crashed, she hadn't hit another car and killed others, but she was still pained by her mother's passing. Makoto was 14.

Power Manifestation/High School
There were not many people left around her since her mother had pushed most of their family friends away and didn't make it easy to build relationships with people at school (not allowed to go out or have people over). Makoto managed alright after that, being in a suspended state of shock. Her world came crashing down one day when it came to the attention of her high school teachers that she was underage and without parents. Child services was notified and Makoto did not take the action lightly. It made everything real, she couldn't just pretend that her mother was still out at a bar somewhere. It was in this moment that 15 year old Makoto manifested her powers, scaring the social worker and company away.

She tried to pack up and leave, maybe find somewhere else to go so that they couldn't find her again. Maybe enroll in a night school or something to continue her education. As she bundled up and left, it was spring, she couldn't help but notice that as she walked by people their hair would begin to stand on end. If she loitered people would begin discussing that it's a phenomenon that happens right before a lightning strike, yet no storms were forecasted. It was all too close to the truth for Makoto and she kept moving until she came across a quiet area she could sit and think without hurting anyone. She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down.

"Hello young lady." Makoto looked up. There was a very attractive woman standing in front of her, talking to her. "You seem upset, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." This woman made her uncomfortable. Something was wrong…
"Are you sure? Why don't you let me buy you a hot chocolate?" The woman persisted.
"No thanks, I'm alright." Makoto began to squirm and try to scoot away.
"No, you need to come with me." The woman reached out to grab Makoto's wrist, succeeding.
"No! Let go!" Makoto yelled, releasing an amplified amount of the static electricity she created into the area and the women. The lady cried out in pain, her skin flipping like scales to reveal many identities and settling on a blue face. Makoto was stunned, as much about the woman as she was about herself. She tried to get up and run but by the time she was able to recover herself, the woman was moving again. The people around had begun to shriek and cry out for help. Not long after other people, mutants clashed in a fray. Makoto seemed to be in the middle of it. Finally she seemed to land under the care of a team of mutants in black and yellow uniforms.

"What's going on?" Makoto asked, trying to put pieces together. "Where are you taking me?"
"To a safer place than this where you can learn to control your powers." A woman with silver hair said to her. Soon and with little argument from Makoto, they were off. It wasn't long before they arrived at their destination, Xavier's School for Gifted Students.

Xavier's School for Gifted Students
Makoto spent 2 years there, mostly studying school work and avoiding her powers at all costs. She continually displayed a scared and meek demeanor as she continued to run from the truth of her life.

One day, Storm (the last headmaster of Xavier's School) approached Makoto before a school wide assembly. She explained to Makoto that something new was going to be coming about, a new and better school for gifted people. Reluctant, Makoto was on board with the plan and she was glad that her guardian, for lack of a better term, warned her before the assembly. Soon, Makoto and the rest of Xavier's school was brought to The Academy for Heroes and Villains.

The Academy of Heroes and Villains
At The Academy, Makoto kept her quiet disposition but began to display it as a gentle strength as opposed to a tender weakness. Her intelligence became much more apparent as she began to finally work through the situations in her life, giving her confidence. She made many friends at The Academy. Her closest friends would have been Phoebe and Katherin. Makoto feels great amounts of affection for the two girls that helped her so much with giving her the strength to face her past and her present. Makoto gained her High School Diploma from The Academy as well as becoming proficient in Baguazhang and Iron Palm. She learned how to control her powers and that she had the gift of cytokineses as well. She also learned how to mask her powers so that the public would not know she was different. Having graduated she has completely taken on the name Gale as her super identity and Makoto is her secret identity.

University
At the age of 19 Makoto began her university career at a local institute for a bachelors in health science.

Appearance: Highschool

The closest image I could find ^^"
The glasses would be for play/cosmetic reasons, not as much boob (like 1-2 cup sizes down), definitely more modest shorts, and indigo eyes

Classes:
Makoto is studying at a local university, hiding her powers and doing her undergraduate degree in Health Science. She will be graduating the spring she turns 23.

[User]
Makoto moved herself infront of Phoebe, not directly but on enough of an angle to block out where the other girl had gone.

"Phoebe, let's go home." she suggested calmly. She hoped that if she stayed calm, Phoebe's internal storm would begin to respond and maybe calm enough to let her focus on something else. She took the time to search her friend with her big indego eyes. It was clear her friend had taken the hit to the school harder that she had, and from the outburst Makoto decided that Phoebe must have lost her father. Her fire-like friend who is usually strong in the face of any foe was displaying a great ton of her emotions now. Makoto wanted to comfort her as she had done for her earlier but with such anger a hug was not always the best solution. "Come on." Makoto said while takeing a few steps towards the street, assuming that was where they were going. She held out he hand to motion for her friend to follow.

[Assistant]
Phoebe

Phoebe nodded, letting Makoto istraacted her, and followed her, taking one look back at the school, sighing. She looked away, and caught up with Makoto. She saw Nicholas, and gave him a wave, before She led the way back home, and was not surprised to find her mother there, pacing impatiently. Phoebe just shook her head, and moved inside, wearily, letting Makoto in, and then heading straight inside, to Daniel's room.

She scooped her son in her arms, hugging hi close, unsurprised at the somewhat human sized chlorofiends guarding him, although she was pretty sure that Daniel would be able to run away, if he knew to. And that was the problem. He was too young to know, to run.

Connor

Connor rubbed his eyes wearily, ad said "I am not surprised that SHIELD have become involved, although I doubt that they will be able to do anything at the moment" He said, sighing, "Go home Flood. Get some rest. We are all going to need it, I suspect" He said, "As for Nicholas collaborating with a SHIELD agent...I doubt Nicholas would do anything too bad" Another thing to think about. "What about Arnold? Griffin And Zack wouldn't take advantage of this, but I'm sure Griffin would."

Harry

"I know. Sometimes it's hard to remember though" Harry said, watching Kassy with concern, glancing about for a place to sit, "Um. Okay. Lets sit" He said, shifting to help Kassy to sit, tryig to think what he could do to help, if anything. But he had nothing. "Maybe you should call home" He said worriedly

[User] Ryan looked over at Phoebe and just stayed quiet. He knew that he should keep his mouth shut in this situation. It was the best idea. He stayed with her instead of running off. When they were home he nodded to his mother in law. He could not talk her right now. He was too focused. So he walked in behind Phoebe. "We are gonna get through this. We always do no matter what. "He said softly. "It's funny. Daniel doesn't know to run from something like this. Some day he will... Till then I guess we have to do it for him. "Ryan continued. "What do you want to do?"

[Assistant]
Makoto entered Ryan and Phoebe's home and allowed them to go upstairs on their own. Of what little she knew of relationships, she knew that coming back together and having a chance to breathe after a tragedy can be key. She cared for her friends more than she could say, and wanted only the best for them. Putting her bag down in the front hall, glad to be rid of it's weight and untied her shoes. She could still see the outline of her cellphone, the one that was indestructible and could contact Storm on. Her heart heaved in her chest, threatening another breakdown but she did her best to hold it in. Everyone had been so strong, she wanted to be too. Standing up, Makoto ventured further into the somewhat familiar house.

"Hello Miss Ivy." she spoke, as respectful a tone as possible. She remembered the flora women's wrath if angered and so Makoto was always careful to tread lightly.

[User] "Arnold is... around. I have no knowledge of his motivations as of right now. Personally, I belive killing him would be an effective and simple solution. I miss Griffin and Zack as much as the next person, but I'm positive they would rather be dead than whatever Arnold has planned." Flood told him in response.

[Assistant]
KagerouThis madness was tough to deal with. Even someone as hardened as she found the level of stress taxing. It looked like the agent had gone over to talk with Phoebe and had no success in convincing them to go anywhere with SHIELD. More than likely, given how the red haired woman looked she was in the edge. She, Makoto, and Ryan headed off. Well so much for that.

Thankfully Kat seemed to come to the rescue. Most of the time she wouldn't have expected such a generous offer from the Asgardian but she wasn't as detached as everyone seemed to think. Sighing slightly she walks over to Kat and manages a smile. "Thank you very much Kat. I think we'll take you up on that offer. I don't think the students should stay around here any longer than they need to. How should we get everyone to your place?"

[User]
phoebe

"Right now, he is safest with my mother. She knows how to hide, and to stay out of any radar. She'll hate not being a part of this, but, she'll do it. I can't sit back, and let the others avenge the school, find out what happened" Phoebe said softly, looking to Ryan, "I have to be a part of this. But I know daniel will be safe with my mother" how could she describe how much she would miss daniel? She couldn't, but knew she didn't have to. She moved to Ryan, and leaned against him, sighing heavily, before giving him Daniel, and moving out to the living room. She wasn't surprised to see her mother leaving, but knew she would be back. "Are you doing better, Makoto?"

connor

"We aren't killing Arnold flood. I won't be responsible for Griffin and sacks deaths too. We will find a way to deal with Arnold" connor said, running a hand through his hair. Just another thing to figure out, and that's oils have to wait until the calls had been made

[Assistant] "Whatever you say boss. I'll talk to you later. Call me if you have any additional orders." Flood ended the conversation there and hung up the phone. He pulled out his motorcycle from his pocket and threw it towards the road. By the time it hit the ground it was full size and ready to ride. He got on the motorcycle, put on his helmet, and headed home. When he got home he made some tea and began his meditation.

[User] "Yeah, a bit." Makoto sighed, giving her most honest answer. She felt numb and drained but she could keep a hold on herself now, so that was an improvement. "How are you doing?" she asked in turn, wondering what exactly would be shared. Her friend was definitely in a bad way and so naturally Makoto wanted to help where she could. Makoto craved a cup of tea, her comfort drink and she knew the house well enough to be able to locate the kettle. "Should I make us some tea?" She offered, hoping to relax the both of them.