[System]
Username:
Ambra
Age:
21 (or about 200 years old)

Gender:
Female

~ In her human form, Nyx maintains her striking violet eyes that seem to bore into the souls of those around her. Her hair is not purely straight; it falls in gentle rivulets down to the middle of her back. She holds herself with utmost grace and importance and usually maintains a serious composure. It is as if she thinks she is better than the humans around her. It is easy to tell when she's irritated-- she often frowns and deeply furrows her brow, which is quite noticeable on her pale complexion.

~ Nyx's ebony dark scales are what earned her her name; they make up most of her body, including the spines that run across her back. Darker stripes, which are more noticeable on her neck, streak across her body. She is tipped with violet hues, giving off a sharp contrast to those who look at her. Each of her four paws are equipped with a massive claw that allows her to cling onto enemies and remain there with ease. Her body style hints that she is more agile in the air than on earth.

Personality:
Short tempered and impatient, Nyx is usually the one to start fights or disagreements. She is independent; so much so that she is technically considered a loner. It is difficult to get her to follow orders unless she agrees with the order given. There is always something that Nyx wants to say-- whether it's a retort or something that she wishes to taunt, it is difficult to get her to keep her mouth shut. One can definitely tell that she is a proud dragon due to the way that she holds herself and talks to her rider. Despite her serious and fiery attitude, she loves to fly and will often soar the highest out of all the Guild's dragons.

Short Biography:
Nyx was once considered nobility by her tribe-- she was the leader's youngest daughter, and thus, she was highly respected by her tribe members. This gave her her proud personality, one that earned her a bad reputation around dragons of other tribes. Due to her pride and the disrespect towards her neighbors, many tribes refused to have any sort of relation with Nyx and her father. She did not care, however, and frankly, neither did their father; they were one of the strongest and largest tribes out there. They didn't need any help from the smaller tribes.

That is, until the humans attacked. They began to strike at the tribes around Nyx's without any remorse, and that drove fear through their hearts. However, when her father called for the aide of the smaller tribes, they refused to help them and instead helped the other smaller tribes. Her father's tribe was left to fend for themselves, as no one would help them.

Without any help from other tribes, Nyx's own was overrun by humans. Many of her tribe members had been killed, including her father and mother. The humans, however, decided to try to keep her alive to sell to the people back on their homeland. She didn't know why she had been picked to be sold to other humans, but she did not like it one bit. She was brought to the southern areas of Eclium, where she was sold to the White Dove Guild. She currently dislikes her stay there, along with her rider.

Abilities:

Venomous- Nyx's long dew claws can ooze venom at will.

Noxious Breath- Along with breathing flames, Nyx can expel poisonous gas from her maw.

Rider:
Sigil Cloudfury

Other:

[User]
Nathair nodded at Melanya [@King of Doom] as a sign that her command had been heard. During his short time with the Guild, he had understood that Melanya was not a woman of long exchanges when she was giving commands. I might bother some, but not him. Where he came from, work was work and other things had to wait until after work. At some other time, at some other place and position he might've actually attempted to have a chat but not now. He had been given a task to do.

Before heading out Nathair turned back to the window and closed it. "See you later", he said to the scenerey at the mountains in the distance. He took his kampilan from the rack on the night table by the window and put to it's sheath. Then he took the karambits and strapped them to his thighs. Without delaying any more he headed towards the armory where Cedric @Athoriel was expecting him.

The stone walls and simple pillars echoed his steps as he paced towards the armory. The breakfast was already over so he would have to grab something if he had time or wait for lunch. Both were fine for him. He reached Melanya in the stairs towards the dining hall and was Sind @Grimoire talking to her. Nathair can come across as hard and cold because of his sharper facial features. Especially now days because of his general gloomy being. No wonder Sind went silent and drew back, given his timid nature. That was not what he in his heart wants. As Nathair passed the two he pulled a friendly smile on his face. "Ma'm, Sind", said briefly as he nodded.

Nathair paced down the stairs and swinged into the armory. As he opened the heavy door, he notified Cedric @Athoriel of his prescence. "Sir First Sword", said he, "I was to help you with something."

[Assistant]
Cedric looked down the edge of his blade, oil cloth in hand, it held a few nicks on its sharp edge from use, but nothing too serious to warrant a reforging. The heavy doors behind him swung open with a creak that broke the silence of his careful observation. He tossed the oil cloth onto the bench beside him, turning around to face the newcomer, before slamming his sword into his scabbard. He was met with a sharp-featured man, dark haired and with a reasonably easy demeanor about him.

"With me Rider." He commanded, beckoning with a free hand as he moved toward the back of the armory, swiping a ring of keys he had left hanging on the spike of a war hammer. He slowly shifted through the series of keys, flicking past the ones he had no need of til he came to a worn looking piece of iron, placing it betwixt his thumb and fore finger as he regained his former pace toward their destination.

"I dispatched another member to relay orders at the domes gate." He explained over his shoulder. "They're to let no one enter, other than the Guild Master or myself. You are to accompany me in a small delivery, nothing glamorous, just some heavy lifting." He continued sliding the iron key into the lock of a celelyrium coated door that stood twice his height. He gave a sharp twist and the lock turned with a thunk, he gave a slight sigh and then put his shoulder into it, giving a strained grunt as he pushed the door open, a loud scraping of metal on stone echoed through the armory as he did so.

"Pass us that torch." He requested in a soft tone, gesturing to the sconce on the stone pillar just behind them, trying to not come off as some demanding asshole. He then extended a hand to accept the torch, giving a nod of thanks as he did so, before plunging it forward into the darkness, illuminating the rows of shelves that held each riders saddle. Carefully he lit up the torches along their path til they came to the shelf at the back, somewhat bare, but for the single saddle that occupied it. A simply ornamented saddle, timeworn yet clearly cared for, gleamed by the light of the torch. Cedric placed the torch in the empty sconce beside it and looked it over with some admiration, sliding a hand along the polished contours of its design til it found it's way underneath it with a firm hold.

"And now we have to haul this heavy bastard to the dome." He said with a grimace. "Don't worry, the doors are open, and there's a cart waiting for us." He added reassuringly, placing is other hand on the saddle as he waited for the recruit to make a move.

[User]
Thora looked absolutely unamused at the rubbing of her hair she received and grumpily batted away the hand of her rider. "Just because I'm small doesn't mean you can treat me like a kid...", she declared rather annoyed and pouted. "Also, I don't actually care who's here or not, they're just humans like you. Why should I care about something like ranks? I obey you because I like you, if I didn't I'd cause a lot more trouble for you." Thora grinned her irresistibly cheeky grin showing her sharp canines. As she sat down on the chair right next to Zoran, she tapped his shoulder and nodded approvingly. "You're cool, though, no worries." She grabbed a random bowl and started munching on its content with delight.
"Ah, yes!", she suddenly exclaimed while still chewing, "If you got time, we should do some flying today together. Well... if we're allowed to anyway." She gulped down. "I saw the new dragon arrive couple of minutes ago."

[Assistant]
SIGIL CLOUDFURY

 The Dome's eastern gate fell heavily behind them, throwing up sand and dust. Sig walked on, leading the dragon known as Nyx deeper into the complex. The Dome surrounded a huge section of the guild, enveloping many of its buildings, a perfect cage for dragon slaves to flutter about in while they fulfilled their duties. But it served a second purpose: the Dome was a bulwark against rival dragon riders and other dragons alike, forcing them out of the sky. The guild was nearly impenetrable when fully manned.

 Our goals, he said to Nyx through telepathy. They are many, and perhaps one day I will share them with you. For now, they only thing you need to know is that we seek the Fallen Stars. Sig stopped, turning his gaze to meet Nyx's eyes. That is why I would like these tests to be concluded shortly. There will be another campaign soon, and I need your cooperation. It is best for both of us if you fulfill what I ask of you without hesitation.

 Still deeper they walked. Sig did not give Nyx a chance to speak. He would not, until she had passed her first test.

 The Guildmaster finally stopped before a small windowless building. Its exterior was old sun-bleached stone, but a large gate of celelyrium was build in the front wall. At their approach, the sound of steel scraping stone could be heard within, but not even the harsh Solisian sun could pierce the darkness that hid inside.

 "This is your first test," Sig said, unlocking the gate and heaving it aside. From within the darkness there was a gleam of two amber eyes, and a beast lunged forth into the sun, screaming, hissing, spewing erratic bursts of flame. Celelyrium bonds held back a veridian dragon as it thrashed. It was emaciated, hardly any tone in its muscles, and its underbelly was sickly pale.

 Sig knew the beast well. It was his last attempt to train a new mount, and a miserable failure. He stood casually to the side, leaving Nyx to face it.

 "Kill him," Sig said coldly. "If you cannot do this, you are no use to me. It is restrained and starved. It should give you no trouble."

[User]
Avanir was in a bad mood now due to the attack. Having someone sniffing him and asking him questions didn't help that mood. He knew that most dragons were curious creatures but never this curious. Sighing he just shook his head, at Daz, in answer to all the questions. He put a finger to his lips and went back to watching through the bars of the dome. Watching as Nyx and Sigil opened the cage he knew what Sigil was doing. He mummered almost so it was inaudible, "Sigil what are you doing?" His hand absentmindedly drew his dagger and he started to spin it in his hand, the blade laying parallel to his hand and spinning like a clock hand.

@Ambra

[Assistant]
Nathair looked at the saddle and then at Cedric@Athoriel. "To the dome, you say?" He looked again at the ornamented saddle, smiled and grabbed the saddle to lift it. "This for Guildmaster's new dragon?"

Nathair was not the strongest of men in the Guild but he had enough to lift this saddle with someone else. He did admire the craft that had been employed to make the beautiful saddle. He didn't consider the decor necessary but it was impossible not to admire the work. He preferred saddles that were lighter to carry, that were practical and did what they were designed to do. That was just him though.

[User]
So the White Doves had more than one goal, then. It offended her that she could not know them. They had taken her from her home, and for some reason, the Guildmaster did not want to tell her what he planned. There was a lack of trust between the two, but honestly, she didn't expect much for their first meeting. The dark-scaled dragoness snarled deeply as she prowled after her rider, who led her deeper into the dome-like structure. Nyx didn't know what Sigil was planning. She had thought that he would try to get her let him mount her, but she would do no such thing. Well, at least for the moment. The thought of someone being on her back sent shivers down her spine as they approached a windowless building. She did not know what it was; perhaps it was some sort of place where they kept equipment and weapons?

Sigil had said something about tests. She did not know what she was going to be tested on. Would she be tested on her strength or agility? Or maybe he would want to see how fast she flew? Nyx blinked-- for once, curiosity was getting the best of her. Would there be some feral beast he wanted her to fight against? There were various exotic creatures in Athea... maybe they had some in the humans' homeland as well?

The human male pushed aside a heavy gate leading into the building, and from within shone a pair of gleaming eyes. A green dragon shot forth from its enclosure, vomiting flames and screaming as it yanked against its chains. Nyx's eyes became large as she heard the command. Was this man joking? Was he serious? Did she really think... that she would go so far as to kill one of her own? The beastress swung her head around, glaring at the Guildmaster and the new arrival.

'You must not be sane if you think I would kill such a piteous creature,' Nyx hissed, spitting smoke in her rage. 'You are the ones that caused the poor thing to be like this! It has suffered in that reclusive structure for who knows how long! It has not seen daylight for an eternity, and it looks like it'd eat its own tail off in its hunger.'

Nyx was enraged. She towered above the two males, letting out an ear-piercing shriek. A much fiercer flame was burning in her gaze, and embers were beginning to drift from her nostrils and maw amidst a cloud of dark smoke. How could they do this? She did not know the creature, but they were mistreating it, denying it freedom, starving it... 'You are all filth! Dirty things that shouldn't be allowed to live! If I did not have a brain, I would have roasted you right here without hesitation! My patience is near its end!' The dragoness snarled again, dipping her head roughly unto her face was less than a foot from Sigil's. Her eyes burned into his.

 'Hear me now, peasant. I will not kill this dragon, but I will kill something else if you do not set it free.'

Doctor


[System]
Age: 18

Appearance: Completely androgynous. Olive skinned (from her mother) and green eyes (from her father). She's 5' 5'' and has the lean physique of a runner due to her profession; the more mail she distributes, the more money she makes. Has short, messy brown hair which she keeps under a dark gray cap, and often wears simple trousers, a tunic, and hardy boots.

Occupation: Mail Runner

Personality: Generally quiet and hyper sensitive to her environment, but is coarse and foul mouthed to those she becomes comfortable with, mainly due to how she grew up mingling with street urchins. Because of this, she can be slightly off putting to those she meets, but doesn't mind. A true introvert, she likes to spend time alone or with a few group of people she enjoys being around.

She's resilient and well composed, having been put through many physically and mentally challenging situations in her life.

She has a quick wit and an even faster reflex, but lacks in people skills and academic strength. She's good at transactional relationships when you first meet her but has difficulty bonding with people beyond that. Has a keen sense of wanderlust, which she attributes to her father, but is much more careful than he.

History: Robin was raised in the poorer part of the city with her aunt and cousin after her father left to pursue riches in the east with the promise of "making our dreams come true! I'll be back!" Robin's father is a French traveling merchant who has always chased his dreams, despite having no record of success or measure of cautiousness. It was that lack of restraint that led him to marry her mother, a gypsy he encountered while traveling. With time and the disillusionment towards the romanticism of settling down with a family, the two parents agreed to split and leave Robin with her father's aunt, a stern and austere innkeeper.

Her aunt took baby Robin in, familiar with her brother's whimsical nature, and raised Robin as if she was her own--with unwaivable sternness. Her father has visited a few times, always with tales of foreign lands. Both Robin and her cousin, whom she grew up with, were put to work in the inn since day one. Robin never liked the monotonous work that seemed to bear little benefit to the family business, so when she was 8, she found other work as a mail runner and heaved the inn work on her cousin. She found that she could make more money as a runner the better she got, and could help support her family that way.

She befriended the other mail runners, who were often older street rats of various ages with impressive knowledge about the streets, and grew up with a family away from home who took her in as their own. Her hat was a gift from her "mentor" when she finally beat him at a race across the city. The nooks and crannies of the city became familiar, and the street urchins her teachers, and her feet. Family and running are the most precious things to her.

Items Held: A single Flower (received from Eveline, the lantern.

[User]
Anise payed no heed to the bloodrats that were now swarming over the old man's body. Her attention was on the naysayer before her.

She glared at Simon. "How dare you!" Her voice was like venom. "Tyaelaem has helped me ever since we've met. He has only been doing his best." She was tempted to attack him too. Her only hope to get out of here was Tyaelaem's help. Anyone trying to separate the two of them was the enemy.

Tyaelaem hurried next to Anise and grabbed onto her skirt. When he brushed up against the sword the reaction was instantaneous. She reacted as quickly as possible by putting the sword into its sheath which was now affixed quite nicely to her waist. After she did, she knelt next to the Kith and with a worried expression said. "I'm sorry Tyaelaem I didn't mean to hurt you."

Anise's heart soared when she heard that the lantern would help and she turned to face Kituo who was holding the lantern and some distance away. She started following Tyaelaem, but hesitated as she looked towards the purple light far off into the distance. The fire was a scary thing, but she was more scared of what might happen to Randold. "Tyaelaem! Randold is over that way! I saw him being carried by a group of pirates. I want to save him." Her voice was clearly uncertain and she wanted to hear his advice. "I want to help him get out of here too."

[Assistant]
Talan was still frantically trying to get free of his binding. At this point he began to speak in his clans tongue. "Nilto! Tul Chanak desto em? Em nar'herit Na'Ceal-"(Idiot, you dare insult me? I am the son of Na'Ceal-), his words were hateful and angry but he was quickly silenced when the woman brandished a knife. Talan calmed himself upon realizing he was not in a position to throw insults at these people. "...My name is Talan. I do not know anything about these "Kith", I did not even know that was one of their masks! As for allegiances I ally myself with no one"

Talan could feel the rope loosening slightly but he still had some way to go before he was free. He struggled once more to cut away at the rope but his efforts were halted by the appearance of a rat upon his chest. It nibbled at the bloody monkeybat skins he was wearing and at some points it'd miss and but his flesh. The sheer pain caused Talan to grunt while holding back a scream. This thing had to go but before he could try to deal with it more and more swarmed him and the collective bits of the rats caused his torso to feel like it was on fire. He squirmed and wiggled trying desperately to get these things off of him but they were latched onto him like fish hooks. He rolled on his side and ignored the pain for a second in order to build enough strength and with one hard push he flipped himself over onto his chest. The impact of his chest should have been enough to crush or scare off the rats but incase they were not affected Talan did this repeatedly, pounding his chest into the ground he could feel the bit marks from the rats as the impact irritated them. This place was a living hell.

[User]
The heat of the flames blistered Kituo's skin, causing him to cringe. His gut churned as his apprehension soared to higher elevations. It was happening again. A fire engulfed their surroundings, devouring all that dared to stand in its path. Kituo figured that the lantern would not be able to help him out of this predicament. Where was another stream of healing water when he needed it? At the rate which the flames spread, they'd need gallons to save themselves from being cooked alive. Well, on the literally bright side, at least the fire granted them a broader view of the forest. Unfortunately, how far they could see wouldn't matter when they were reduced to ash.

While he wasn't exactly the biggest fan of the old man, Kituo didn't think to kill him. He winced as the girl confiscated his sword and took a step back. Besides the intense heat, there was a different feeling looming in the air - the feeling of tension. He looked at the girl and felt a fear greater than what he felt of the old man, the monkey-bats, and the darned rat that chewed off his ear. He looked to Simon, hoping that his familiar face would soothe his nerves. It didn't. To Kituo something seemed off about Simon as well. Distrust swelled within the boy forcing him to hug the lantern. As the girl and Simon squabbled about the rabbit guy, Kituo analyzed them both and came to the conclusion that they were only going to get him killed. With the forest blazing around him, Kituo knew that it was either now or never if he was going to make his escape.

He wouldn't get the chance for he waited too late. He cursed his concious. If it weren't for it convincing him to stop earlier, he wouldn't be stuck with these lunatics or the pests that swarmed over the old man's carcass. The forest was taunting him once more as the rats - the brethern of the vermin that bit his ear - lasped up the blood of the dead old man. Although they were mostly ignoring him, Kituo imagined that it was his blood being licked up by the rats. Unable to further torture himself with their presence, he turned his back on the old man's carcass and groaned. The forest loved throwing bundles onto his plate at once and it would continue to pile on without consideration for Kituo's capacity to digest its horrors. He wished it were possible for him to regurgitate the barbaric memories that had been etched into his mind by the forest. It was official, he despised the place.

When the rabbit boy aimed his words to Kiuto, he didn't even bother to glance back. They all bothered him. As far as he was concerned, he was the last sane person remaining. That was certainly problematic as he was prone to snapping at any moment. Kituo sawed his teeth together upon hearing the rabbit boy's proposition about freeing the egg from the lantern. While Kituo believed that the lantern's contents both had special properties, he was reluctant to release it without knowing its capabilities for sure. If the rabbit boy was right about the motives for the Sparrow King's attack, then Kituo would vehemently deny freeing the egg to satisfy them. There was no excuse to resort to such an extreme just to see the sunlight. Growing up in the desert, Kituo didn't think the sunlight to be special anyway. Having been acquainted with it for the entirety of his life, he was liable to tell the rabbit boy that he wasn't missing out on a lot.

"Let's just getting going before those things attack again," Kituo grumbled, his back still facing the group.

The rabbit boy's stare singed Kituo worse than the fire. He didn't trust him a smidgen and from what he noticed neither did Simon. That made him feel slightly at ease. Of course he would never find solace as long as he was trapped in the dungeon that was the forest. For now he intended on tagging alone with the group. Escaping was still his preferred plan but it had lost its value. With the rabbit boy's focus locked on him, Kituo was stranded. Thankfully he still held onto his biggest asset and was perfectly fine with using it to bargain if needed.

[Assistant]
The orb inside a lantern glowed a soft purple, as if inviting Robin to approach it. She stared at the mark etched into its surface, transfixed by its calming and curious nature—she had never seen anything like it. Robin drifted closer to the lantern and reached out, fingers tracing the grooves of the iron and reveling in the warmth of the orb behind the glass. She turned it carefully and searched for some sort of latch, completely forgetting about the owl above of her.

She felt it before she saw it.

The skin on her back bristled and she broke into a cold sweat. Orange and purple reflected off metal, and she leaped back, rapidly scanning the skies above her. She watched the arrow rotate as it soared through the air, before it nicked the owl and lodging itself in a branch with a hearty thump. She searched for the source, trying to pinpoint the source of the palpable malicious intent, but it was too dark to see. Orange tendrils of light stretched out into the night sky, the sound of water trickling emerged from the darkness further ahead, and the ticking deep within the dead tree continued unforgivingly—something was very, very wrong.

She turned to the two other girls on the surface of the mushroom and considered leaving them; her urgency to flee had increased, but she still had no idea about where she was or how she got there—they were the only ones in the forest that didn't seem to convey feelings of malice. They mirrored back her ignorance.

If they were to leave the ominous white tree, that meant they were to be leaving their only source of light. Robin returned to the lantern and pulled at it insistently, trying to separate the shimmering thread from the iron frame. She took a hold of the string and snapped it in half, severing the lantern from it's hold.


[System]
Appearance:
Gender: Female

Age: 17

Grid: Focal

Secret Gift: Pyrokinesis-She can create fire from her palms. She can also control any fire she comes across. She can increase the heat of the fire or reduce it. She can manipulate fire into a spherical shape to throw at enemies, as a weapon.

Weapon of Choice: 8 inch daggers and ninja stars

Gear: Medical pack, compass, rope

Bio: Paige was born in Focal. Her parent's weren't Council Members, but they were close to becoming so. She never wanted anything that she didn't get. But, with her parents running a political campaign, they never had time to spend with Paige. She found herself acting out to get their attention. Instead of getting her way, her parents erased any mention of her from their lives. They said she was too big of a risk if she couldn't constantly be on her best behavior. So her parents bought her her own penthouse, which she's been living in since she was 13.

Habits (Optional): She is always chewing gum.

Theme Song (Optional): Ain't It Fun by Paramore

Other:

[User] Paige tried not to stare at her roommate strangely when he didn't immediately shake her hand. But that just reassured her that Lincoln wasn't from Focal. She never even considered the possibility that he grew up in a different culture. She rubbed her arm as they walked down to the dining hall. She knew exactly where she was going, and enjoyed the slow stroll. "So, where are you from? Not to be mean but you're obviously not from Focal. I'm from here, so I know how we act around each other. Plus you're way too soft spoken to be from here. At my school if you didn't speak up and take the attention, you never got it." She opened her mouth to say more, then scrunched up her eyebrows. "I didn't let you answer." She said more to herself than her roommate. Looking at Lincoln, she apologized. "I kind of just went off and didn't even let you speak."

[Assistant]
Dyana was almost startled from his reply, but it also gave her mixed emotions from him "So...like does he want me here cause he wanted to talk to me, or he doesn't want to be alone..." she felt like she was being pulled around her brain "I hate...this, whatever the hell this is" she smirked and blush, looking the other direction with his comment about being a guy of action "Slick with your words, aren't we now?" she looked back to see him get up. Dyana damn near fainted when Colt started walking towards her, feeling him look at her made her feel...she didn't even know a word for it, but it certainly made her blush even harder. If it showed, she would look like a damn tomato.

He laid back down and said something about a pool "Well...that would mean I'd have to change and I don't know if I can trust you not to peek in" she walked towards the bed "I mean, from how much your eyes wonder, I might have to ask to make sure I get extra locks" she cross her arms and looked at the boy spread on the bed. "Do you think...nah just have fun with it" she stepped onto the bed and over him "But if you want to, we could go wondering, as long as I can get a piggy back ride, im down to go anywhere" she looked down on him and smirked "Dude what are you even...screw it what happens happens, you dont even know what guys like..." she couldn't go back now.

[User]
Lincoln enjoyed walking beside Paige. It was something that comforted him. He couldn't put his finger on it. Paige went on to ask him where he is from, and explained further. The she apologized, and Lincoln was almost stunned from the apology, "No! No problem. Honestly. I like listening to you." Then realized how that came out, "I mean, it is just I never really had a conversation like this. I grew up in Slight to answer your question, and in Slight, I live in a logging family. Since slight is the main source of wood and everything."

Lincoln went on to explain how he worked day in and day out either doing odd jobs around his town, or cutting down trees and delivering them. He objected himself to let her know he also had friends, but everything is much different from here, "It isn't nearly as formal. Or clean." Lincoln chuckled a little. It was nice to be able to walk and talk with a friend, well, an acquaintance. Life moves so fast, and being able to do something like this is very relaxing. "So, Paige," Lincoln's eyes made his way to hers, "I have to ask you something." There was a short pause, "Chocolate or vanilla?" Lincoln grew a big smile.

[Assistant] Derric smiled warmly as he saw he new boy, raising an eyebrow. Fortunately Derric wasn't oblivious, in fact he was the exact opposite. He understood people well, extremely well; and he knew what people were thinking. "Hey! I'm Derric, I guess we're room mates... I won't go past that, I'm too hungry. Wanna just get a bite to eat?"

[User]
Zeph had taken a detour to observe the layout of the floor in which they had all been assigned. She could note most had began to make their way towards the dinning hall. Perhaps it was their design that the recruits would share a meal together in order to eliminate the inital tension that would come with being surrounded by the unknown she thought. Her ears picked up on a voice that sent the closest thing to a chill she had ever felt.

"Hopefully we have a lot of the same classes,"

The Nolluxian and the Zaneux where of similar status, meaning Zeph was constantly forced into situations that where not ideal for someone of her...taste. Her parents trusted that they would be fast friends,sending her on shopping bouts with the younger Estella. One such occasion ended with her in a one girl fashion show trying on outfits that Estella had hand picked for her.

Her eyes searched for any means of escape, the ventilation was much to narrow, nothing to hide behind. She was trapped and wearing a suit no less...In a situation like this she would need to use a preemptive attack! Without a moment of hesitation she loosened her tie and unbuttoned two buttons that would allow her to look more suggestive. A pair of slender needles slid out of her sleeves, that quickly where used to style her hair.

The beast turned the corner, with a rabbit in its fangs. The poor girl, she had already been claimed Zeph thought.

"Estella." Zeph said with a smirk. "It has been too long. I assume you are heading to the dinning hall as well?"

[Assistant]
Nau checked his watch, looking down at the time. It was time for the new Recruits to head down to dinner. He looked over at Tri, who is scribbling furiously on his clipboard. Nau rolled his eyes and walked over to the intercom. He pressed a small, silver button underneath the mouth piece and then pressed the floor numbers that the Recruits were on. "All Recruits please descend to the cafeteria. Dinner will be served shortly. Any Recruit that is late will be locked out of the cafeteria and go to bed with no dinner. And no sleep for you will be staying up watching security cameras with one of the Elite Guards." Nau smiled to himself. "That's all."

Right then, Sky burst in through the door. Kym was not with him. Nau saw the look on his friend's face and knew immediately something was wrong. "What's going on, Sky?" Sky, who normally doesn't breath hard, lets out small gasps of air and shook his head. He stood up, running a hand through his hair.

"It's back," he said, jerking his chin toward the still occupied Tri. When "it" is mentioned, Tri looked up from his clipboard. He narrowed his eyes at Sky and reached up to touch a mark on his neck that almost looked like a handprint. Sky nodded, knowing what the others were thinking. "Yes. It is back."

"I thought Cru killed it?"

"I guess not," Sky said, shaking his head. "He might have killed the physical form, but it's ethereal form is definitely back."

Nau paced nervously. "What do we tell the Recruits? And where is Kym?"

"In the infirmary. She received a nasty blow to the head." Sky looked between the other two. "And we tell the Recruits nothing. They don't need to know until it is captured and destroyed. Got it?" Both Nau and Tri nodded and they all head down to the cafeteria. Tri was stroking his neck nervously, his thoughts taking him back to that fateful day on his seventeenth birthday and he suddenly shuddered. Nau placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and consoled him. Sky glanced over at the two and stared back at the ground, his heart aching from the mention of his partner and best friend earlier.

They walked to the front of the cafeteria and watched as the new Recruits entered the cafeteria. Nau looked over at Sky and Tri as the Recruits began to sit down and chattered among themselves. Sky nodded to him and at precisely six o'clock, the doors to the cafeteria were shut and Nau put on his bravest face as he walked to the center of the room. He felt the eyes of all of the Recruits on him. He smiled and said, "Hello again, all. As I remember, I forgot to introduce myself this morning. My name is Nau Kent. Not long ago, I was like you. I was in training to become a Guard as well." He took a deep breath and continued, "This will be one of the hardest, but greatest experiences in your life. You will make friends… you will make enemies. You will get crushes or girlfriends and you will get a broken heart. You will see friends conquer their fears and… you will see the light fade from their eyes." Tears started to form at the edges of his eyes and he coughed. "I'm sorry." Tri walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Nau nodded and waved him off before smiling once again. "Now, let's eat!" He threw his hands up and servers swarmed from the kitchen doors, bringing out platters and dishes full of food, setting them down in front of the Recruits. Nau met Sky's eyes through the chaos and he saw the same fear he had reflected in his friend's eyes.

"Sure go ahead," Citrine said with a smile, gesturing toward the door. She sat down on Sarah's bed and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. She smiled. This was all kind of surreal. She couldn't wait until class started tomorrow. Right then, the intercom came on and it was the man from earlier today calling everyone to dinner. She looked over at Sarah remorsefully and said, "Well, maybe later I guess?" She then walked out of Sarah's room and headed down to the cafeteria. She took her place immediately, walking toward the front of the cafeteria where the teachers from earlier were standing.

She was starved from this afternoon. She hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, which had been a big mistake. She watched as the other Recruits entered and sat down. She smiled at some of them and turned to face forward, looking as they shut the doors directly at six. Nau began to talk and she watched as he deteriorated from a strong confident man to a crying, miserable person. He tried to re-put on his brave face and he smiled and threw his arms up, releasing the swarm of servers behind kitchen doors. Citrine's eyes went wide when she saw all of the food. She had never had this much food before. She smiled and laughed, wishing Rey was here to see this.

Colt chuckled at her last comment and immediately stood back up. He pulled off his vest that he was still wearing. He tucked it into his back pocket. Now, he was completely shirtless. He grabbed Dyana, hoisting her up onto his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist. He laughed and spun her in a circle. "How's this?" he said sarcastically. He was about to head out of the room when the intercom came on.

Once the announcement was done, Colt looked up at Dyana with a smile. "Well I guess I could take you there," he stated and took off at a full on sprint out the door. He made sure to grip her tight and he raced down to the cafeteria, not even slowing down for a little bit. He laughed again at the speed and suddenly he thought of her and his laugh was cut short. He dodged into the cafeteria and walked over to a table. He set Dyana down and pulled out a chair for her. After she sat down, he walked around and sat across from her, pulling on his vest once more. He smiled across the table at her and looked at Nau as he began his speech.

Once he was done, all of the servers burst through the doors and began distributing out food and platters and Colt laughed at how much food there was. He looked across the table at Dyana with a smile and exclaimed, "You'd think they're trying to get us fat!" He grabbed an apple of a stack of apples and took a big bite out of the middle of it.

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@CallaLily

"Zephornial," Estella greeted politely. "It really has been and yes we are heading to the dining hall as well. Zephornial, this is Lilith. Do you remember her from our grid? Lilith this is Zephornial Nolluxian. You've probably have heard of her. Our families were good friends, and so were we, weren't we Zeph?" She smiled at Zeph, but it was a bit fake.

She then heard the announcement and said, "We better head to the dining hall quickly. I hope you know where it is Zeph, because we are a bit...well lost. If so, lead the way."

[Assistant]
Paige let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding when he accepted her apology. She nodded when he said he was from Slight. They continued to make their way to the cafeteria as he explained what it was like living there. She couldn't imagine growing up like that. It seemed so dull and boring. But maybe it was just that her childhood was too flashy. She turned to look at him when he said he had an important question. When she actually heard the absurdity, she broke into a laugh. "One of life's most important questions."

Just as she was about to answer the intercom came on and all the Recruits were called down. She would claim to be shocked by the ultimatum if late, but it really wasn't that surprising at all. They had to learn to be punctual, it made perfect sense. Walking into the cafeteria she chose a seat and folded her hands on her lap. "So, in answer to your question. I am a very loyal fan to..." She picked at the invisible dirt on her dark blue jeans, stalling. With a chuckle, she looked back up at Linc and grinned. "Vanilla. It's so much better than chocolate. What about you?"

As soon as the words tumbled from her lips, the doors were shut. Looking towards the front of the room, she saw the man who had greeted them outside. He introduced himself as Nau and gave them even more expectations for their stay. When he was done, a ton of servers came out with an abundance of food. She took a sip of water before turning her attention back to Linc. "What's your answer to the greatest question of all time?" She asked.


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 21
Allegiance: Neutral
History (Optional): Alex was born to a low income family, one of several siblings. Living like that, he always dreamed of getting ahead, rising above where he was to a better place as many youth might do. Yet while his siblings went on to respectable industries and jobs, his own rebellious streak caused him to fall into a life of crime. He hung out with the wrong sort of people, joined a gang, and in the course of that he met Derek Carrena.

Derek trained him, gave him the tools of the trade that he would need. Alex grew away from his family. He began stealing, small items at first, but rapidly growing. It began to become something of a draw, and he enjoyed the thrill and the challenge of it. This eventually resulted in him stealing a tome, which he soon realized and began to experiment with.

Over time though he and Derek grew apart, until one day Derek was caught. Alex carried on, his dreams carrying him higher. He knew what he would do now, and he would accomplish it. So he came to the Academy, to learn how to use his tome, and then to effect a daring heist, right under the nose off the Imperium! Such a thing would secure his place in the public consciousness, and his place and history. So now he bides his time, as he waits for the right opportunity to strike.

Personality: Beneath the indifferent exterior, Alex sports a keen intelligence, honed by years of his current occupation. He is always on the look out for number one, though he is able to set such concerns aside in the short term. When on the job he tends to be something of a showboat, falling into the vein of those 'master thieves' as he likes to imagine it. A romantic notion, to be sure, but he does his best to live it out. It need not be said that he has no regrets over stealing, though he does have standards that he likes to hold himself to. Averse to fighting, but he'll do it if he has to.

Tome (Color and Abilities): The tome he has is green, bound in corners of leather and fabric, set in diagonals with a background of green beyond that. the pages are thin, but surprisingly sturdy and tough. Upon activation it shapes into dual escrima sticks, green and inlaid with runes and patterns. When activated, it gives him the ability to create solid air, allowing him to shape it into different forms, for use as a weapon or a tool. The farther away it is from him, the harder it is to maintain, and the larger it is, the harder it is to manipulate.
Other: Gentleman Thief is a go!
Theme:

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Lorelai

It hadn't taken long for the pair of Imperial Agents to traverse the country roads and open fields till they were crashing through the brush of Rivenwood. A savage grin tore across the Abyssal Knight's face, the wind roaring in fierce opposition that sent her ponytail flying back into Axon's face while Durgan made little effort to care for the comfort of his riders. The dogged pursuit for the conflict in the woods had proved itself more and more prudent as they closed in, even Axon and Lorelai able to hear the heavy bang of the gunfire going off ahead of them. If she thought on it, the particular sound was of a higher caliber than conventional arms and was vaguely familiar to her, but before she could think to hard about it a melodic chime pierced through the heat of the chase. Still, it was far too late to consider this anomaly as they pierced the brush and entered a clearing that was the epicenter of this chaos.

"Halt in the name of the Imperator and the Crimson Knight Asgard!" The trio of beast and Imperial agents burst through the thickets into what was possibly a Mexican standoff involving an unfamiliar woman with a staff, the Lady Fei standing before a terrified young man who seemed to want to be anywhere but right here in this clearing as well as an older woman bearing a remarkable resemblance to her that could only be the infamous Solanne, and the person that Lorelai should have realized was the only one capable of raising such a bombastic ruckus.

Durgan came to a stop beside the general who had already been chasing the rebels, whereupon Lorelai dismounted with her battle standard materializing in hand. "Well met, general Titania." Lorelai said before thinking mirthlessly, Was there perhaps a meeting in the area, or are all of the generals showing up here for no reason in particular? There hadn't been much she could pick up on her approach, but from what she could and upon surveying the scene before her things seemed fairly cut and dry, if a bit perplexing with how many coincidences must have occurred to bring it together.

A rebel woman had descended from the trees with staff in hand, marking her as a combatant who could be eliminated with extreme prejudice, though her position made her a low priority. What was concerning were that there were two rebels near Lady Fei, a feline who looked too haggard to offer much resistance and a fool who was kneeling in deference to the wrong person. There was the woman that Lorelai was certain was the same Solanne that Eleonor expressed interest in reuniting with.

"Grrr." Lorelai turned to find Durgan growling in a particular direction, nostrils flaring as he drew in a scent that aroused his interest. As much as she would love to have his aid, if there were fleeing rebels it was best to let her partner off the metaphorical leash. "Hunt, Durgan. Bring them back alive, though." Permission given, the beast shrugged off Axon and tore off into the woods in pursuit of a far slower hound. One target all ready out of her mind with all the confidence that Durgan would bring back whoever ran into those woods, Lorelai moved to stand beside Titania and clapped her shoulder good naturedly. "As your comrade in arms and rank, I stand with you, but refrain from firing at the daughter of my Lady Asgard. And the woman with scarlet hair beside her is also requested to be unharmed. Really, if we brought the lot of them back to Asgard's chateau the Crimson Knight would be pleased, but I won't say anything if you need to take off an arm or a leg."

The Abyssal Knight slammed the butt of her standard into the earth with a crack of concussive force that left a circular crater beside her. She raised her voice in a commanding shout to all those in opposition to the Imperium. "To all those who stand against the Imperator, know that you are confronted by two generals of the Knights of Ragnarok, the Lady Fei, and the Crimson Hound Solanne! To fight us is to die, and to run is to die slower. Surrender now or be crushed under fire and steel!"

[Assistant]
Jessi

As he got off the ground, Chen would find himself face to face with the cold stare of an imperial soldier who now stood between him and Fei. "If you know what's good for you, you'll get back on the ground and stop resisting." Jessi stated, "That goes for all of you! Even you cat ears!" The tone in his voice made it clear he was not in the mood to mess around. Between chasing Fei twice and having near panic attacks over her well being each time, along with learning about various conspiracies, Jessi was done with today.

That being said, beating the ever loving crap out of some Librarian scum would be a great stress reliever; and since he didn't think this group was going to go quietly (especially since the monkey one was toting a massive gun) a throw down seemed inevitable. At least it did until Lorelai and Axon came barreling in on her massive beast. If they were smart the Librarians would surrender now as they were not only out matched but outnumbered as well.

Still in a stare down with Chen, Jessi felt a slight temperature change in the air, like there was something cold or frozen nearby. With a bit more focus, Jessi picked up on a slight crackling noise coming from Chen's hand. Ice maybe? Jessi figured he'd find out now rather than later. "I suggest you drop whatever you've got in your hand before I drop you."

@TheWindel@KoL@The 42nd Gecko@Lonewolf685@FrozenPhoenix

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Axon rode with Lorelai through the forest as she showed just what a beast Durgan was. He was powerful and able bodied, but a bit rough on the back. In response Axon did hold on to Lorelai but his grip was a bit... liberal. Perhaps holding on a bit too high on her chest, though to save face he only held on with one hand. Through the brush and branch they went till they reached the standoff to which he deftly jumped off the beast almost before Lorelai had a chance to hop down. For his gruff and odd nature he seemed to be good on his feet.

Axon remained quiet as everyone and their mother seemed to say their piece. It was quiet the interesting gathering to be present though. Daughter and sister of Asgard, two Imperial generals, men of the Librarian, several beast kin... The roster was truly something strange. Looking over the field there appeared to be two sides but the soldiers were mixed up. Several of our side were intertwined with the agents of the Librarian.

Axon put his hands back into his pockets not particularly looking battle ready as everybody else was. "Look let's be reasonable. I'm not particularly looking to see everyone here involved in a big fight because that would involve a lot of complicated transactions to ensure we all have what we want... And besides what if all we have is a big misunderstanding?" Axon began to say walking up to the gaggle that was Fei, Chen, and Jessi. Starting to close teh gap but also staying out of Titania and Lorelai's line of sight and fire just in case they decided words were not the solution to this problem.

Once by Chen and Co. Axon held out his hand to Chen to say, "Name's Axon, a pleasure to meet you." Hoping to see if he'd be willing to shake hands with a man who's fingertips were pointed and black as the void.

[Assistant]
Fei
Fei must really be a walking magnet for bad luck for it seemed her day was not going to end well, no matter the result. The moment her hand locked with the boy, a towering figure, who she later identified as Titania, appeared before them. She claimed the green haired boy was a Librarian, and even thanked her for aiding in his capture. A Librarian? Fei looked over him closely. She had never met one before, not one alive that is. Part of her had always been curious as to how they acted and looked like. She had grown up told they were evil beings who wished to destroy the happiness of the Imperium. Fei would have ripped out her swords and swung one around the boy's neck if there wasn't a piece of information holding her back.

The Librarians were working with Emilia. The Imperator herself had told Fei this as a reward for bringing home one of the guardians. If this Librarian was powerful enough to have Titania herself chasing him, surely he knew some information about her whereabouts? Even if he didn't, perhaps he could get her to someone who did. Of course it wouldn't be that easy though.

As if the three of them had a beacon of light shining on them, more people began to approach the scene. Two being the Crimson Hound and Jessi. Fei's eyebrows slanted as Solanne wiped blood from her face and made a comment about trees. How could she know such a thing? Fei had been alone in the woods, far away from Solanne and the pile of ash Emilia left behind. There was something weird about that woman.

And then, to make the situation even stranger, a cat-like woman appeared and stood in front of the two of them. She spoke directly to the boy, who at the mere presence of the woman, let go of Fei's hands and dropped to his knees. What in the heaven's name was going on?? Honestly, the only thing that could make the situation even more weird would be if a gigantic beas- Coming up in the rear was none other than freaking Lorelei, sitting atop a wild creature. Fei's jaw dropped in disbelief. Did the world enjoy mocking her so? By gods, it must.

Blinking to make sure she wasn't dreaming, Fei turned her head back to the cat woman. She was apparently supposed to help him escape the danger of not only Titania, but two other terrifying opponents. These Librarians clearly didn't know what they were up against. Fei knew of all people better than to take them lightly though, you could never tell how capable someone was before battle. And then there was a comment about them dating, which Fei ignored gladly.

"I didn't think you were a Librarian... Why are you here anyway? You should know better than to come close to a guardian of the Imperium," She snapped, folding her arms in annoyance. As more people from both sides began crowding together, Fei's original plan surfaced. She stepped a little closer to Chen, and spoke in a hushed voice as Lorelei screamed about justice.

"Do you know where Emilia is?" Fei spoke bluntly, realizing the limited time they had, "I'll help you get out of here if in return, you help me get to her." Her eyes grew serious at the mention of Emilia, and she hoped the boy wouldn't take this as a joke. Should he say yes, Fei would gesture to her swords attached to her back, unaware of the ice knife hiding in his hand. "Hold me captive."  It was a reckless plan, even Fei was aware of that. But, she would do anything to find Emilia and if it meant helping this Librarian escape, then she would gladly to it.

And then, Jessi marched over to them, planting his feet in front of Fei. Guilt again started to build up in her. Oh, Jessi… She would feel terrible if this ridiculous plan of hers worked out. How a boy and a cat could somehow take her away from four warriors (not including the traitor behind Lorelei) was beyond her. She could only hope that the risk of her life wasn't worth the fight.

@FrozenPhoenix@Lonewolf685@floodtalon@KoL@TheWindel @The 42nd Gecko

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Somehow, Alex was not surprised to find that almost immediately upon entering the temple they had come to explore, some sort of trap activated that sealed them inside behind a magical barrier. Before he even really had a chance to react he was drenched in some sort of slimy blue liquid, which he had the sinking feeling would probably stain his clothes particularly bad.

"Why am I not surprised," he grumbled as he hurried after the Twins to get out of the weird trap. How was that even supposed to work in the first place? What about the people who presumably had to use this temple when it was still being used? Why leave the door open if yo were going to have the trap still be active?

Somehow, he had the feeling that he wouldn't be getting any answers.

He sighed then as he moved along. "Note to self, get a better wardrobe for adventuring." He really was going to need to do some shopping after this. Yet they were left with more problems, and he didn't question the twins when they were told to basically run and not look back. His tome didn't have the sort of firepower to handle a large crowd or whatever other trap had been concocted in this place.

So he ran along, at least until they arrived at some sort of split in the path that could take them one of three ways. "well, unless someone happens to know what deity they worshiped in this temple, I would say Sun," he said aloud, figuring they had a good second or so to debate before they had to move again. Without any clues, it would basically be a guessing game, and he liked to think he was good at guessing.


[System]
Female
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Green eyes, warm beige skin tone, black hair.
Hair that goes all the way down but doesn't touch the floor. (Refer to image)
(Mixed race of Asian and Caucasian)

(Image does not accurately represent the age of the character, but only her hair style and initial clothing. Her skin color is warm beige.)

Primary Ability (Main)
Darkness Manipulation: The ability to manipulate the shadows around her and to create darkness. (As the RP progresses, she will display a variety of skills that revolves around darkness which I'll add onto this character page)

Secondary Ability (Minor)
Time Warping: The ability to manipulate the time of a specific area, such as accelerating and slowing time within that certain area.

Zuri has been sealed within a large dark crystal for thousands of years (roughly 2000) by a group of magic users due to her overwhelming ability to manipulate shadows and create darkness, which resulted in her being sealed up into a large crystal shard and hidden away within a catacomb. Her memories were lost as time goes by, distorted and shattered memories, she can only recall her name and rediscovers her ability to control darkness when she awakens. The crystal has started to give out dark energy from within the core, pulsing at a very slow rate.

Since Zuri wasn't born into this age and time, she doesn't know much about the current world. A factionless Talent without any friends and little to no memory of her own past. A clueless, mysterious and potentially dangerous girl.

Zuri lacks the ability to socialize with others due to the long period of time that she has been bound to the crystal, it's almost as if she's reborn as a blank slate but only feint memories of her past that could possibly change her. She's quite rebellious and can act a bit defensive if people try to get close to her at an unreasonably fast rate.

Zuri is quite simple-minded, willing to do anything to protect the people she likes and is quite direct with her thoughts, not giving a second thought to what she says and does not understand consequence. She doesn't like to keep her feelings bottled up and is quite vocal with her thoughts. She also says whatever she wants and acts upon her own instincts. Zuri has problems with following orders that she disagrees with, with few exceptions, but she can he kind and caring at times.

[User] Zoey hit the deck as the sound bombs assailed her senses, her throwing stars flying over her head in some nondescript direction. Suddenly her help was becoming a detriment. Her form melted into a wolf on the ground, for realzies this time, and tackled the clairvoyant. Assuming this was successful, she'd push a paw to his forehead and start sending him nightmare visions. Lots of nightmare visions.

[Assistant]
As expected, Raiya's sword strike was blocked by Logan's bat. Any normal wooden bat would have been cut in two by Raiya's empowered slash, but Raiya assumed the runes on the bat prevented such damage. After the attack was blocked Nemo came in as Raiya suggested, and placed a powerful well placed blow on the birthday boy's torso. Shortly thereafter he jumped away wounded, and threw his bat back at them. The bat was empowered by an immense level of magical energy and had Nemo not jumped them away, they would probably both be dead right now.

Raiya looked up at Nemo who was previously on top of her but was now standing up composing himself.

"Yeah, I'm fine. A bit sore, but I'm all good. Thanks for the save." She said as she got up and adjusted her right shoulder which was a bit sore from the tackle. "Should we track Babe Ruth down and kill him? Or do you think he's not going to be a problem anymore?" Raiya asked.

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Nemo dusted himself off, thinking for a moment. "I'm sure he'll find a way to be a nuisance if we give him the chance. Besides, I like to finish the things I started." Nemo replied, and began walking back towards Logan.

Logan was sitting down with his back leaning up against one of the containers. He lit himself a cigarette to pass the time, the paralysis made it hard for him to keep mobile and help out Boslan. Despite his wounds a grin was apparent on his face after his supposed victory. A grin that didn't last long once Nemo and Raiya walked out from behind another shipping container and came into his view. "You gotta be fuckin kiddin' me." He muttered.

As Nemo continued to approach Logan began to panic, doing everything he could to bring himself to his feet despite the trouble he was having moving now. "W-wait WAIT A MINUTE HERE!" Logan yelled out with his arm outstretched once Nemo was only within a couple feet from him. "You can't kill me! Not if you want to make it on Seidon's ship." Logan added, his cigarette falling from his mouth.

Nemo paused, his head cocking to the side. "Hm?" He simply sounded out.

"Yeah, I know what you're after... Those are the containers Seidon was gonna pick up. I know what's in them, it's not worth the effort you're puttin' into it to just steal em. You must want on Seidon's little boat party, huh?" Logan explained between heavy breaths. "Well that's gonna be a problem if you kill me. Because that ship, and those crates, aren't going to timbuktu without my all clear. You got that?" Logan argued.

Logan seemed to settle down a bit when neither Nemo or Raiya made any moves. "Look, I think we've been goin' about this all the wrong way. I don't care about that ragged old man. He never did nothin' for me. If you want on that ship you shoulda just asked... How 'bout this, I'll get you lot on Seidon's ship scot-free, and in exchange you leave your little friend here with me. I'll be sure to take real good care of her. You can even have her ba-"

Logan was suddenly cut off after the sound of metal clacking together. His slight grin disappeared when he tried to speak again and all that came out was guttural gurgles. He spotted Nemo holding a freshly blood stained kris butterfly knife, and the realization of what happened sank in. Nemo had rapidly jabbed him with it in the throat. Logan felt a copious amount of warm blood begin to flow down his neck and stain his blue jumpsuit a dark bruised purple color.

Logan grabbed onto his neck to try to halt the rapid bleeding. Fear and pain set in as it was getting harder to breath, most of his breaths only resulting in him inhaling his own blood. Nemo suddenly stabbed him twice more in the side of the neck savagely, nearly knocking him over with the force of the blade being driven into his neck. Logan abruptly pulled back to avoid any more damage being done to him, but he stumbled, falling back and banging into the shipping container. Unable to keep himself up, Logan slid against the steel side of the container and fell to the floor, splattering blood from his neck on the ground in the process.

With three wounds on his neck now, any hope of stopping the bleeding with his hands was gone. He instead laid there, squirming and hacking as he tried to draw breaths unsuccessfully. Logan's motions began to die down before suddenly, he stopped moving altogether, succumbing to his wounds forever. The only thing that could be seen still in motion was the gushes of blood still flowing from his neck and pooling onto the ground.

Now that the dirty deed was done, Nemo pulled out a white handkerchief from his jacket and calmly wiped his blood covered blade and hand clean, disposing the sullied cloth by tossing on top of Logan's lifeless body afterwards. Nemo flipped the knife closed and placed it back in his pocket. He stepped over to the body and reached down, fetching his manadial from his wrist and then leaned back up and turned around to face Raiya with a blank monotone face.

[Assistant]
Raiya watched the panicked Logan attempt to talk his way out of trouble. And, to her, it seemed as though he made a valid point. However, before he could finish his proposal, the poor birthday boy caught 5 inches of steel to his throat a few times over.

Raiya cocked an eye halfheartedly. "I'm not one to debate strategic decisions. However, it would seem as though we might have actually needed that idiot alive." Raiya said in an uncaring tone. "What should we do now?" Raiya asked.

[User]
Nemo adjusted his jacket, a bit unkempt from the vicious assault he just dealt out. His actions definitely displayed the more frightening side of his impulsive behavior. "I would have sooner thrown the paragon into the sea myself than let that man lay a finger on you. But that was never the case anyways, we didn't need him." Nemo replied. "I swear, people put too much value on their brief chit-chats over manadial. It's certainly not the first time I've encountered that proposal, sure wont be last. But for such a good actor like me, it'll never be of any value." Nemo explained with a grin, putting his hand on his throat and adjusting his voice to mimic Logan.

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Boslan hit the ground from the tackle, but was able to use his mental capabilities to quickly power through the onslaught of visions. He then attempted to push both his hands into Zoey and discharge a heavy concussive shock-wave into her to get her off him.

[Assistant] Well, that would work. Not that he would know that at first. Zoey left a visual clone of her wolf form on his chest while she landed a bit away. She changed back into her human-like form as her illusion changed into bright light, stuck to Boslan's face. Using that distraction, she'd elbow drop him and try to knock him out.

[User]
Raiya felt a bit disturbed by the overt emphasis Nemo placed on, "protecting" her. After a bit of mental deliberation she decided to just ignore Nemo's insanity. Raiya released her sword letting it evaporate into her manainventory.

I mean, if he isn't just being crazy for the sake of it, he is probably just trying to manipulate me. Either way, I won't let anything get in between me and my goal so it's best to just disregard it and focus on my goal of finding my parent's murderer Raiya's mind briefly wandered.

Raiya leapt on top of a shipping crate and sat down on it letting her legs hang off it.

"Well," Raiya said to Nemo with a soft undertone of forced enthusiasm, "That's a useful trick."

[Assistant]
Despite the bright light, Boslan closed his eyes and used his advanced manalysis to locate Zoey, just in time to roll out of the way of her elbow drop. Boslan then levitated himself back to feet and dispersed the bright distraction stuck to him. Boslan had been getting a bit irritated by now, causing him to lash out by sweeping his arm across from right to left, generating a twelve foot tall wall off magic energy that rapidly swept across to hit Zoey. "A persistent one aren't you?" He spat out.

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Nemo didn't face Raiya once she got on top of the container. He instead looked off to the distance in thought. Judging by what I saw happen to Mr. Hunley earlier, that intimate display with her sword earlier wasn't just for show. She must have venom in her saliva. That's an interesting thought.

"Indeed it is. That technique doesn't seem like all that much, but it's been one of my most effective over the years." Nemo replied. He suddenly got an idea, licking two fingers and running them through a lock of his hair, causing it to temporarily stand up. "Hey Raiya," Nemo turned around with one hand still on his throat, "Who am I now?" He asked, a goofy grin plastered on his face. Raiya's own female voice sounded awkward coming out of Nemo. "Do you think that Zoey and Zuri will be fine on their own, or should we swoop in and steal all the fun?"

[User] Zuri didn't know how to stop that huge wave of energy that was heading straight towards Zoey. It was just too fast for her to try to cancel it out, so instead of doing something that most likely wouldn't work out, she aims her staff straight at Boslan and charges up her spell before blasting it straight towards him, the shape of a spear and the speed of an arrow shot from a compound bow. The spell is intended to penetrate any magical shield, so the only way to stop it is to dodge it or cancelling it out with the same amount of force, which shouldn't be easy with the rate at which the spell was traveling at, however Boslan noticing that Zuri was charging up the spell earlier could be a possibility unless he was distracted or too occupied by something else.


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Age: 44

Class: Naval Senior Armsman

Equipment:
Light Carapace Armor - Stukov cannot afford to be weighed down in the tight, fast moving brawl of a boarding action, repelling or engaging in, so the only real piece of armor the Senior Armsman wears is a reinforced Carapace chestplate, which also includes his backpack of ammo and oxygen for his rebreathing kit, a model capable of sealing against loss of oxygen, although true void exposure won't make him last long, due to the sheer cold of the Void.

Lucius pattern Mk 22c Shotgun - The shotgun of choice for Stukov, this eight round revolving magazine lets him slam through shells at a frightening rate, with a heavy cartridge that shreds through most enemies not wearing heavy, quality Carapace. And this assumes hits on any given armor's strong points. Like many shotguns, plenty of various ammo types exist for his shotgun, and while Stukov carries plenty of slug and buckshot, he carries a handful of Hellfire and blessed buckshot for handling Daemons in specific. Stukov has no problem using whatever ammo he can get his hands on, or issued for a given mission.

Foehammer - Known by its more humble name the Shotgun Pistol, Stukov uses this as a backup when his larger, bulkier shotgun isn't an option. Unlike his Mk 22c, it is a single shot per load weapon that he usually loads with oversized slug. This is for the reason that if he needs to hit something a distance off, he doesn't need to waste time changing loads in his main gun, or his side arm. And if they are heavily armored, slug has a better chance to punch through than buckshot or most conventional ammo loads.

Combat Knife - Not much to be said for Stukov's knife, it is a fairly standard issue, single edge blade with a point for stabbing as well as slashing. Pretty much a last resort when both his sidearm and main shotgun are of no use to him in a situation.

Flash Grenades x2, Concussion Grenades x2 - Flash Grenades, true to their name, emit a blinding flash of light that blinds both organic and mechanical means of sight for a period of time, making them easy targets so long as they were not protected from the effects. Concussion grenades utilize a shockwave that, while it does little real damage to ship structure or hull, the sheer pressure of the shockwave and the din of noise ensures that, even if the pressure didn't kill a foe, they won't be hearing anytime soon.

Against All Odds: When he was a rookie Armsman aboard his first Imperial Navy vessel, during a transit in the warp the Gellar fields failed and hordes of daemons poured into various breaches in the hull across the Cruiser. Whether it was divine intervention from the God Emperor himself, or sheer stubborn determination from the surviving crew, the Cruiser was able to emergency shift back into real space and drive the remaining daemons and their slaves out the airlocks and back into oblivion where they belonged. The Cruiser suffered over 75% causalities, and could barely limp to the nearest Imperial holding.

Boots on the Ground: Rather than being left to sit around and wait for a new crew to be brought in, the Armsman Stukov was now reassigned to an Apocalypse Class Battleship, since she had recently seen vicious combat and had lost a fair number armsman, amongst other crew. One of his first assignments as part of the new crew was a shore party that was deployed to secure sensitive fleet records lost in a planet wide raid by Dark Eldar. Once again, most of his comrades were wiped out but he survived and personally hauled the reclaimed records back into orbit before the Orbital Bombardment vaporized all Dark Eldar that could be found.

Close Quarters Chaos: Earning his rate as a Senior Armsman, and the right and occurrence of leading junior Armsman into battle gains those that would stand against the Imperial Navy and her vessels. So his first tasking was as part of a wave of Assault craft, specifically the Shark Assault Boat. Under heavy interceptor and bomber escorts most of the first wave of Assault Boats reached their targets, a miracle in and of itself. Heavy casualities were sustained as Stukov rallied any and all Imperials he could find and stormed the bridge of the craft. When challenged to a duel for control over the vessel, he shot the enemy captain cleanly, taking his head off as a fine mist. The following chaos as Stukov led his men back to the boats, leaving the enemy ship in chaos as it fought itself for control as several friendly Imperial vessels bombarded the craft into oblivion the moment its shields failed.

Not one Step Further: The Battleship he was assigned to came under heavy fire and was badly damaged, suffering a force re-entry into the nearby plant and crashing down behind a long forgotten temple to the Emperor. After the survivors took refuge there, they had to hold out until either the Battleship's surviving engines could be overloaded, finishing the beast off beyond any salvage hope, or help arrived. With nowhere to run or hide, Stukov rallied the remaining combat capable men and women, armed them, and held out as long as possible, far longer than anyone short of even an Astartes could consider thanks to tactics and a desperation coupled with nothing to lose. The survivors were saved by passing Inquisitorial vessels, introducing Stukov to work with the Inquisition and, eventually, Inquisitor Caphus himself.

Time with Inquisitor: Nearly ten years aboard his vessels, only recently tasked formally to his retinue.

Appearance:

40K Knowledge Question: Erebus of the Word Bearers Legion

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Zhevon flipped through the small book, it was a travel guide to the planet, detailing everything about the islands. He then turned the page and the paper became old and coarse, the cover went from colorful paperback to brown leather. The writing went from high gothic to an old scripture, and the words went from guide, to tales of forgotten gods and legends. He slowed his pace and began to read the text, the words familiar to him. As he read the old book he saw memories from before he was inducted into the Inquisition. He heard heavy footsteps behind him, walking on stone. The particular clinking of metal that was only made when someone was moving in plate armor, he looked behind him and saw a Knight, clad in shining metal armor, with a large war axe resting on his shoulder. He came over and sat down next to Zhevon.
"You really have to go with the Starfarer?" The Knight asked.
"Yes."
"He will be going to the Shadowmountain Fortress, that is a very dangerous place."
"I know."
"And this Emperor. You really do believe huh?"
"I do."
"...Well, wherever you go, we will too." The Knight replied, placing a hand on Zhevon's shoulder.
Zhevon paused and then looked at him in the eyes, "Do you think we will find danger there?"
The Knight just smiled with a sad look in his eyes, "Yes my young friend. It is a very dangerous place." He looked away. "We'll go first and find a path. Meet you there." The Knight got up and began to walk away.
Zhevon looked back to him and muttered a thanks, then saw him begin to form into a black shadow, then dissolve into nothing. Zhevon then looked forwards and saw Sergeant Duren approaching him.

"You know, it all burns. Hive cities. The people who live here think they're a fortress. Untouchable, and some sort of redoubt against anything. But they're just big slaughterhouses." He began. Zhevon listened. The Sergeant shuffled and put his hands into his pockets, "You ever lead one of the big wars? I'm guessing no. bit young for it, bit nice." He said, continuing quickly. "I know, kindness isn't weakness and all that. I met one who wasn't kind. He was like some animal who had been kicked and was looking for someone to bite."
The Veteran of Armageddon continued with a story of meeting another Inquisitor, a more brutish one. Zhevon thought there were far too many of those.
"I dunno what the point is. I dunno. I guess thanks for not being that kind of Inquisitor. At least to our faces." He said, lighting another Ilo-stick. "Think we're going to see anything down here?"

Zhevon looked at the ground for a second, and muttered something. He looked up to the Sergeant, "Yes. We are going into a very dangerous place." Zhevon glanced back at the Gallery and then at his book. It was paperback once more, in high gothic. He noticed the wind was picking up, and got to a point where it would be flipping the pages on his book. He heard a sharp sound of wind behind him.
"Greetings again, gentlemen." Adrianne said, "I am here, and with me is... " She paused, "...I swear, he was supposed to be right here." She disappeared, and in a moment came back. With Stukov a bit of a distance still in the air, he then fell.
"Wasn't intending to drop in unannounced, but here I am finally. Appreciate the advice on bracing, Smiles."

Zhevon just looked at them, with that blank mask of his. "Uh... If there was any interference Psyker Valenthin, sorry." He said, shutting his book and placing it on the step next to him. He then looked at his wrist communicator as if checking the time, "Four is a good number. We can go in now if we want, and the rest of us would form a second team for backup. What do you guys think?"

[Assistant]
What do you guys think?"

"I am here to serve, ready to go when you say so." Adrianne would say without a moment of pause, nodding to the Inquisitor.

Adviser, guide and protector. Those were her usual roles, which she had become quite acquainted with. She had never been given a mission of her own, as she was usually sent to assist others with theirs. It was little different with the Inquisitor. Her powers changed the rules of the physical world, making possible what was previously unthinkable. She was there to provide a defense against the insidious powers of the warp, protecting against that which normal bullets and guns could not.

From outside, the gallery did not look intimidating at all. Imposing, in its grand size and stature, but not frightening. It was hard to imagine that a place of culture and history could ever be a den of peril.

But then again, looks could be deceiving...

"If I may come with a suggestion," Adrianne would then speak, turning her attention to the group.
"You should keep me close to the front at all times. My ability of precognition will let me sense any danger or traps, but should they fail, my mastery over the immaterium can nonetheless offer us a quick exit out if necessary."

Adrianne would explain, before she turned her mask to face Stukov and nodded.

"Probably on our feet," She would add, trying to sound as sympathetic as she could through her helmet.
" ... but at least without bullet holes."

She was used to taking point. Her ability of divination made her a natural anti-ambush specialist, having the uncanny ability to foresee danger before it ever occured. And even should her ability fail or her sight be fuddled by some foul and evil sorcery, she still had her refractor field plus armor that almost assured her that she would live long enough to react even when surprised.

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Ben heard the sound of wind, and reacted differently than the Inquisitor. When the Psyker appeared behind them, Ben had pivoted and his plasma pistol was in his hand, humming. He looked at the Psyker for a second before placing the pistol back in the underarm holster hidden by his coat. Ben reached up and plucked the lho-stick from his mouth and flicked it, as Stukov appeared and was uncerimonsely greeted by gravity.

The inquisitor suggested that the 4 of them go in now, and the others could be backup. It worked for Ben, and he shrugged. "It's your show sir, lead the way." He said, clapping his hands. Ben took a few steps up to the gallery, and stopped to address Stukov. "Watchman, eh? Maybe we should call you Rainman, since you're falling from the sky, and all." Ben said, with a deadpan face. He held for a second or two, and smirked, before continuing up the steps to the gallery.

[Assistant]
The plan to head in as their own group of four, with reinforcements being the follow on group made sense. It could be likened to waves of boarding parties, hopefully minus the typically high casualties of a boarding action. Smiles volunteered to lead the way, and he could conceed how that would be a solid plan, a good one even. But he fully intended to be right up there as well, his time with the Imperial Navy had more than equipped him to lead teams into potential ambushes and assaults. Granted, these typically had been in far graver circumstances, such as malicious gravity and poisonous atmosphere, but that did not dull the situation any further. He still had not discounted the danger Smiles had spoke about, any mention of chaos or warp trickery would leave the Armsman on edge until it was well and truly put down. Her mention of probably on their feet got an amused smirk and a brief aside to the psyker. "No hard feelings Smiles, intact but dropped a bit beats shot to pieces on the ground." With that he laid out a brief plan of entry, catching up to take point with the group.

"Smiles and I on point then. Watchman, Boss, you two can bring up the rear. Long as the plan sounds reasonable to you lot." As they headed up the gallery steps, Ben made a deadpan comment towards his own entry into the area, coupled with a nickname in return. The armsman snorted in amusement, seems two played that kind of game then. Good, that would make things just a bit easier to work with then, but he did give a response to the Armageddon vet as he also ascended the gallery steps. "Well played Watchman, though Rainman implies a downpour of some sort, vice one person. Perhaps Dropper, eh?"


[System]
Appearance:

Age: 24
Personality: A cheerful and kind man, a rarity in the wasteland. He keeps this face on for his own sanity and his soldiers. Andrew puts his morals above anything else and would not betray them for anything.

Faction: Outer Banks Republic

Equipment: Standard OBR equipment including brass knuckles, 20 rounds for his 10mm pistol, 50 rounds for his .22 rimfire hunting rifle, and was able to get two hand grenades.

Skills: An excellent marksmens he has showed his worth in long-ranged battles against raiders. Andrew also has a wide knowledge of the creatures and plants of the wasteland able to pick put which ones are dangerous and ones that aren't.

History: Andrew Jacks comes from a long line of politicians in the Outer Banks Republic including his father who is a high end politician and the mayor of Elizabeth Town. Due to this Andrew grew up a spoiled life, as far as living in the wasteland goes. While he was growing up the Claw Raider-ORB war was going on near Elizabeth Town and the mayors house was used as a hospital for injured soldiers. Andrew saw many dead and injured men in his house while simply getting from room to room. This inspired him to join later in live wanting to give back to the country he lived in and after much disapproval from his parents joined the Army.

He passed the tests with flying colors and was deployed as a Riflemen with the 3rd Outer Territory Company. This is where he has had a few combat missions fighting Covenant Raiders and other considered pests. His biggest challenge is coming with The Covenant closing in on a trading settlement to the south with heavy causalities from the OBR his company is to be sent in and push back the Raiders towards the sea. Andrew is anxious but ready for mission whenever it begins.

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Brick and Reese had gotten separated in the chaos. He had made it to the inn without incident and they were explaining the plan to Travis and the few other armed members of the community. He hoped Joe was doing the same thing across the way at the tavern.

"Everyone clear? Ok, let's move out"

The group exited in groups of 2, moving quickly to take cover against nearby shop stalls and corners. Brick dodged across the main street and quickly rapped on the door of the tavern, the signal for them to move out. Things had gone pretty sideways in the brief interlude. It appeared to Brick as though half the raiders were clustered near the upper end of the street, while the rest were moving door to door, presumably looking for him.

"No point waiting around" he said to no one in particular, sneaking to cover beneath the window of a nearby shack. Peeking upwards, he could see one of the raiders inside. He racked a load into his combat shotgun, popped up, and fired a quick two shots. The shotgun tore both the window and the raider's upper torso apart.

'One down' he thought as he quickly moved back into the alleyways and began to maneuver towards the upper group. He passed by the last place he had seen Reese and remembered.

"Almost lost you there" He said as he picked up the Tenderizer. He slung his shotgun and proceeded with the baseball bat at the ready, keeping a hand near his revolver holster in case he had to fire. Suddenly, he heard a roar.

'Oh, that can't be good'

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Scuzz looked up from pillaging yet another store to find one of his charges rushing towards him.
"Numan's dead, someone blew him up with a scattergun"
"WHO?!"
"I saw a scrawny guy take off up the street, through the alleys"
"Well, go!" he shouted "Kill anyone what gets in the way of us and Forge!"

[Assistant]
@Crossfire

Seeing the leader about to lay a blow on her Eden began to brace, this was not going to end will, broken body at the vary least, and that means her chances of surviving this guy would be going down the drain like the first night she started this shitty life.

Preparing to at least do some damage with her she brought out a grenade only to find the hand was put to a stop at the butt end of a rifle. Eyes slightly widened she looked to see the smaller male, who's face she tried to cave in. Raising a brow in curiosity she was only given the question of if she needed some help.

Yeah, she did, but there was no way in hell that she was going to be saying that.

Instead she took another stance, the male brushed aside like he was a rag doll into the other building causing her to click her tonge. People like that never really did lost long now had they? Yet it was his words that caused her to roll her eyes, he wanted the woman to run, to leave and just let the guy be killed.
"And let him continue? You really don't know how raiders work do you?"

She began to relax as she heard the beast get closer, grabbing the male's shoulders she positioned him back near the shop as though she were working with a child, ignoring the leader almost as she went to her bag and produced a rope that she began to wrap around her blade. "See, he'll want compensation for the work he put out here in killing you, so he and his men will take whatever they want, caps, ammo, food, women..."
snap
"And I can't have that happen when my only family is hidden here cause she decided to sneak out."

It was as if it was waiting on her to finish. Out of no where a beast barrelled through the wall, a roar escaping its lungs. Well, it did look like a death claw from afar, one with broken horns and spines but this thing? Again it let out a roar, cloudy white eyes sniffing the air she pushed the male out of the way, bringing her now padded weapon out she done something that most would call crazy.

She climbed up on it's back.

It didn't have the long arms that she was used to, walking on four limps with a long tail and slender face. She clung to it's body, using the blade under it's neck as a snaffle as she stayed up. Honestly it was the safest spot for her, now hunkered low to the ground she began to think it looked like one of those lizards aurora used to keep in the house when they were kids.

It let out a roar again, metal plates indicating that it was anything but wasteland natural. The thing was someone's pet and she was using it. Swinging it's head around it sniffed the air, the smell of decay coming from the leader due to the liquid Eden threw on him, letting out a cry herself the beast began to charge, a gaping maw with decomposing teeth filled with infection came to greet him as it tried to bite down of where it thought the food was.

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Chase watching the entire thing began to swear in a long stream of colours. More bandits were flocking his way, bodies falling by the door, yet what caused him to become a bit too worried about where Aurora was, was when he saw the body in the back.
"Thats it, come on I'm getting you to a safer spot."

"I'm safe here, go on cover the others I got myself handled here." The red head was fidgety, her voice calm yet she found her fingers loading and unloading the weapons that lay on her lap. "Listen hun, I'm not trying to scare you but your sister found something, beast whatever I really don't know. Might be someone's pet I really don't care, so I want you out."

Wheeling outside for a moment to see what he was talking about Chase began to protest. The woman was as crazy as her sister. "Aurora get back insi-" He couldn't finish his words, the sniper rifle that he was given was stolen out of his hands by the red head. Her moves were fast she shot it off, a yelp escaping her from the impact yet it was true as he saw what she was aiming for.

"Shit you just saved the Brick guy...guess he owes you a drink." Words falling from his lips as he saw the corpse that was aiming at the covered weapon's specialist he shook his head. "Get in the back before they see you!"

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@Crossfire

Reese was about to object to her staying, it was his fight after all, when she pushed him near the shop wall, listening to her as she spoke to him, something that really caught his attention though was when she mentioned that she had family nearby. The only one he could think of was Aurora, she had mentioned something about her family and the two did share the same eye color, well if that was the case then it made sense why she was so adamant on defeating all the threats in town, not that he'd exactly run at the first sign of danger.

He was about to ask if she was referring to Aurora when the beast came barreling through a wall, covering his ears as it let out a loud roar, well it was here now, if it was anything like a Deathclaw, it wouldn't be easy to take down. Reese grunted a little when he was shoved out of the way, feeling his wound pulse a little in pain, he would've treated it right away if it wasn't for the many dangers going on in the town, he'd just have to tough through it until he could patch himself as well as anyone else up if they needed it.

He watched as she hopped onto the beats back, not sure if she was stupid, crazy, brave or all of the above, though with family on the line, he understood people resorting to unorthodox measures to ensure that they were safe, though that didn't mean he'd just sit on the sidelines, one thing he had a strong feeling about was that even if she directed the beast towards the bandits and raiders, once they were gone, surely it would go on its own rampage. Reese pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning against whilst he had gained some of his stamina back, that leader hit him fairly hard, he was surprised he hadn't broken anything though he was sure of one thing and that was that he'd be sore in the morning, but it was minor in comparison to the others that may be injured.

He quickly went to the back of the shop he had been slammed against moments earlier, climbing up the ladder that was thankfully there and got on top of the roof. At least this way he could take his time in dispatching enemies and he could recover a bit more, he went over to the front edge of the roof where the sign made a railing of sorts that he could set his rifle up on. When he set his rifle up, he started to glance down at the streets he could see, making sure that there were no bandits attacking anyone, though he couldn't really believe the damage that parts of the town had suffer, though he didn't really expect any less with a small war going on.

The leader slowly backed up when the woman and beast started to approach him, if he was injured like he was, he felt he might be able to take on the large behemoth, though that wasn't the case currently. Some of his thugs managed to come back to where their leader was and noticed the beast that was slowly approaching him.

"Quickly you idiots, the boss is in trouble, take that girl and that damn beast down!" Ral shouted, some pulling out energy pistols, others pulling out assault rifles and began to shoot at the creature approaching their leader, though they were scared, they weren't about to let their leader be killed.

Reese noticed the other bandits there shooting at the creature as well as the woman, he couldn't let her be hit, even if it'd be beneficial for the beast to be killed and then started to shoot at their weapons, the energy ones being easier to pierce and destroy, though when that happened and he was noticed, some shot at him whilst the others continued to shoot at the beast. Reese ducked down behind the small cover he had on the roof, "Damn it, thought I'd at least be able to take out a few more of their guns." He spoke quietly frustrated to himself.

The leader ran when the beast started to charge, no way was he going to try and brace against that thing, not with how he currently was at least. He noticed Liv waving over to him, holding a laser rifle for him and then when he was close enough, tossed it to him. When he caught it he dove out of the beasts path, starting to fire at it, hoping to do some damage to it, this would surely be one hell of a story if him and his gang survived it, no doubt others would come flocking to join and then they'd be as big as a small army, something the leader smirked about a little as he thought about it.

[Assistant]
She didn't have an issue with leading the scaly beast to the leader. The compacted liquefied carcases on his arm was more than enough to tell the lizard that the bandit before them was food. Just along for the ride since it was the safest spot Eden found herself leaning into the protruding spines as a laser went over her head.

Looking over her shoulder to see the other bandits trying to take aim she clicked her toung, grabbing a knife from her boot she locked on target with her golden gaze, aim true she threw the small weapon only for it to land on point. one down, too many more to go the roar grabbing her attention once more she brought her leg up to avoid a blast only for it to go into the hide of her beast, the smell of scorching meat entering her nose making her feel slightly sick as they charged once more, praying to whatever would listen that she wasn't going to get shot.

Again they went, crashing into the leader she tried her best to grab the weapon in his arms, the beast using all it's strength as it snapped its jaws at him again and again, salivating for a bite of what smelled like heaven to the creature as Eden went for the wound she made earlier, with everything she had she jammed her hand into it, twisting before she brought it back up, the sight of crimson that was not her own running down her hand she swung her leg off the side of her mount and hung on the other to use it as a shield as another round of bullets came through.
"Shit, can't get him like this."
She needed to think of something and fast, at this rate she was going to loose control over her new found weapon or they were just going to kill him here and now before he could do any damage to them.

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"Sir....." A man said entering a dark room with his first step on the hardwood floor emitting a loud creak. His attention was directed at a man in the corner of the room sitting at a desk writing on a typewriter.

"Yea Sergeant Young." The man said in a gruff voice grabbing a bottle of Whiskey from under the desk and pouring it in two dirty shit glasses. " Captain Von Braun reports of a raider gang attacking... Davenport I believe are coming in from merchants pouring in."

The Captain almost chocked on his drink. "Finally something to do!" He said shallowing the whiskey in one huge gulp. " Dispatch the 3rd Expedition Company if memory serves me right they are the closest to Davenport." He got up and put on a leather jacket, "Oh and one last thing. I am heading out too."