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Age: 15
Personality: Despite a lot of his friends calling him "Taka", Takatora doesn't actually like being called that. Something about the nickname seems to make him flinch, like hearing it stings him somehow. He rarely ever goes into detail when questioned about it, instead being quick to change the subject and brush it off. Other than that, Takatora is a nice enough kid. Polite to strangers, usually willing to jump in and help someone who looks like they need it. When it comes to battling, though, Takatora prefers to stayed focus and minimize the catchphrases and bantering. He also seems to take damage done to Gunpla personally, each hit he takes only serving to fuel his grit and determination.
Appearance:

Name: Hayabusa
Appearance:

Base Model: MG Astray Red Frame + Blue Frame
Equipment: 1x Dragon Sword (Katana), 1x Dragon Buster (Greatsword), 2x Beam Sabers, 1x Vulcans, Energy Shurikens (consumes particle energy to generate and throw shurikens made of beam energy)
Other: Has the Blue Frame's Scale System, allowing it underwater mobility as well as the Red Frame's Flight Unit. The Flight Unit is a separate piece of equipment that attaches to the external connector on the Hayabusa's back and thus must be taken into GBN along with the Gunpla in order for Takatora to have access to it in battle. As a bonus, the Hayabusa has also been equipped with Trans Phase Armor for emergency situations.

Backstory: Takatora was not the first member of his family to be into Gunpla battling. That honor actually belonged to his elder brother, Kiyotaka. Often called the Taka Brothers, the elder Taka took the younger under his wing early on. Kiyotaka was a skilled builder and battler, part of GPD Team that had been competing in tournaments even before the creation of the GBN. They were champions of their home district, and were poised take on the Regional Tournament and eventually the World Level. It never came to pass.

On a fateful morning, Kiyotaka was involved in a tragic car accident that took his life. One minute he was there, and in the next he was suddenly gone, never to return. This was right around when GBN's popularity really took off. Kiyotaka's death didn't go over well with his team, who disbanded shortly thereafter. Truth be told, there were already talks of disbandment since GBN went online, or at the very least migrating the team's training and activities to the online world. But with the Elder Taka's death, each member of the old team went their separate ways. Some now lead Forces of the their own, while at least one of them decided to remain independent. As for Takatora, he had been getting building lessons from his brother, Kiyotaka even helping him build his own Gunpla. He died before the Gunpla could be finished, and even now the model sits in its storage place incomplete. Takatora went into GBN using Kiyotaka's signature Gunpla, the Hayabusa. It's a great machine with quality building and excellent performance. But in the end, it's pilot is not its creator, and Gunpla experts are almost always quick to notice this fact.

Arc Name: "Out of His Shadow"
Other: Theme Song

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Isamu, despite the age difference, looked at Takahashi with certain amount of disappointment. "True," he agreed with a faint smile. "Still, you shouldn't judge people like that. Who knows what they're going through. I'm going to send him a friend request." He sifted through his "Players Met" menu. "I'll send you guys one too, y'know in case you ever need some help or a partner." As he said this, digital envelopes floated from his prompt menu to theirs.

He sent one to Takatora as well.

Once that was done, he moved a bit closer to the table and positioned himself between Miyuki and Takahashi. "My G-Nexus is capable of space combat as well. I think most of us are pretty shaky in the water. I don't have many parts that'd allow for an extended stay down there. So, Miyuki, what kind of Gunpla do you use?"

Not a second later a notification popped up in the middle of the room. Battle-type changed: Three v Three, Team-Battle, Location: Mountain Range. "Three-minutes and counting," A mechanical voice warned.

Isamu looked at the door, a bit displeased with the obvious change. "Oh well, that sucks."

[Assistant]
Akira stood in the small room listening to everyone talk amongst themselves he decided to walk over to the small raccoon before them all after the comment made by the G-Advent pilot.
"Hey there," he began. "Names Akira, Loved your gunpla out there it was really a force to be reckoned with." he said with a smile as he leaned against a wall and let himself relax a bit before looking over the stats and numbers of his own gunpla.

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"Aww don't just leave just yet we just met!"

Miyuki pouted as she called out to the two divers as they walked out, though she perked up at Isamu 's question to which she replied, while she accepted his friend request. She could always use more friends. Isamu's asking about her Gunpla got her to give him a mischievous grin.

"My Gunpla is called the Gemini! It's a pretty badass robot!"

It should be noted that Miyuki wasn't quite familiar with Gunpla's parent franchise, as such she probably had no idea or forgot the name of the mobile suit it was based on, the Unicorn. Though she at least understood what Isamu meant, but that didn't mean she was going to give him a straight answer.

"As for what it does... I'm gonna keep that a secret. A girl got to keep some sort of secret.

Of course this secret wasn't something that was going to be kept up for long, only until he start of the next round, nor was it a secret at all. If Isamu searched deep enough, it was pretty easy to find her signature Mobile Suit. The Gemini was good in nearly all terrains, except for desert terrains. It was the sand, the Gemini didn't like sand. It was corse, rough, and gets everywhere. Especially when the Gemini transformed. All the shifting of the armor meant more places sand could end up getting into and causing problems. It was part of the reason why Miyuki added in a cape, to keep the sand out.

[Assistant] "I guess. Let's just make sure everything is going to go well. Mountains are ok terrain just a bit problematic with its sniper spots. It only takes one shot." Takahashi told the group as he looked at Akira walk over, and slump himself against the wall next to him. He wondered if he knew who he actually was, and was just sucking up for tips. "Thanks it took a lot of effort to turn the Advent into making workable. The Saviour model in its base is really basic, and really plain. But its got its upsides. Due to being very basic it has a lot of ways to be adjusted, or min-maxed. In other words you can pump performance while not overloading it with special features. A lot of big names out there can expend a lot of cash to make a big fancy model. But people with an actual budget need to focus on making normal models workable. Of course Advent isn't my best model though. I don't bring my serious stuff until someone really pushes my buttons. I really hate the considered 'meta' so to speak in common circles." Takahashi explained in a long winded fashion. He hoped that he wasn't chattering too much but at the same time he really didn't care. When the battle began to count down he scrolled down his list of gunpla models to use and then selected the Advent again going over to his position to control the machine. "I got Advent working everyone ready up."

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The mechanical voice chimed in again. "One minute and counting."

Isamu felt the exhilaration of pre-battle preparations. He looked towards Takahashi, then towards Akira, then finally at Miyuki. Her faint explanation had only inspired curiosity in him, now he was excited to see her Gunpla in action. "Alright, Bossy," teased the boy, even as finalized the slight repairs of the G-Nexus. He tugged on the hem of his gloves, feeling the leather hug his fingers. "Alright! I'm feeling so freaking pumped right now!"

"Battle-type change: Sudden Special-Event activated. One v Force Battle. Request acknowledged! Location change: Space Colony."

"Hmm? this feesl familiar for some reason." Isamu's voice was a tad calmer. "Why does this feel familiar?" he asked, looking at his impromptu teammates.

"One minute and counting." the mechanize voice warned.

* * *

The Congealed Meteor shot from the field gate, his thrusters slowing to a high-pitch hum. Inside his machine, King stared off at his next victims. "Ninety-six individual gunplas laid out behind us, Congeal..."

"How cruel and amazing destiny can be. A perfect hundred now stands in front of us."

The crimson machine, unlike any Gundam or Mobile Suit, seemed completely new. He bared one of its massive blades and glanced around himself. To his right was field of cosmic bodies, behind him was the Colony, to his left was empty but soothing space. "Forgive my cruelty but I must not lose. Ever." he said somberly.

[Assistant] "Don't be dense this is probably just a coincidence that this map was picked." grumbled Taka as he viewed through his settings. However he did have a bad feeling in his gut. If things went wrong he may end up having to piece together Advent but he just chalked it up to things being stressful with a team expecting so much from him. He wasn't really that good like he said he got his power from Advent's top notch handling. Still if he had his other machine...it wouldn't even be a question if the enemy was good it would be if they could survive. But using that gunpla meant he would be giving into something he loathed, and for that he would use Advent to its full ability. The 'saviour' to oppose the 'tyrant' he held close to him. His creations weren't peerless but they were his, and he was proud of them. It would bad if he started to doubt the Advent.

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A space colony field? Was it who she thought it was? Miyuki grinned, but it wasn't a happy go lucky on or a mischievous one, no it was a 'I'm gonna murder a bitch' slasher smile. Miyuki was waiting for this moment and said to her teammates though the coms.

"No, I'm pretty sure this is King... well let's go kill the ******!

The Gunpla Battle Network had to censor out her last word, but it rhymed with 'trucker'. Now most people wanted take out King for glory, admiration, or they liked a challenge. For Miyuki it wasn't any of those. No, it was that Miyuki and King couldn't stand each other. Miyuki was the tiger to King's dragon, they were near opposites, as such they could never get along. They haven't ever met in the field of battle, but met avatar to avatar a few times and nearly every time they attempted to strangle each other. Even if it was impossible to kill someone by strangling them in GBN and they knew that, they tried anyway.

"Let's go destroy him, Gemini!"

The knight like mobile suit shot out from the field gate, it's visor glowing green in agreement, as it pulled out it's Beam Magnum. A targeting reticle appeared on the screen. Miyuki pulled the trigger and a line of bright pink streaked across the sky, the first shot was fired.

[Assistant]
Takatora didn't really get out a response before he was taken out of the room and respawned into the Lobby. By this point, a friend request popped into his inbox. Takatora's first instinct was to simply delete it and move on. It was just one of the players he was randomly teamed with, so surely it didn't actually mean anything. But before he could confirm the deletion, a voice from somewhere in the lobby caught his attention and left the request alone for the time being. Takatora looked around, feeling certain that the voice belonged to someone he knew. Sure enough, he spotted the unmistakable avatar of Adam Roman, one of his brother's old friends and a former member of the Build Warriors.

"Aren't you kind of far away from the European Server, Adam?" asked Takatora as he approached the masked avatar. He remembered that Adam was fan of both Char Aznable and Zechs Marquis, and his avatar reflected that. He wore what looked like Trieze's uniform, only it was given Char's colors. Like some mixture of OZ and Zeon, and the mask accessory he wore was distinctly the mask of Zechs. Zechs's mask was easier to wear with longer hair, and while Adam's brown hair was not as long as Zechs, it was just above shoulder length and tied neatly into a ponytail. Takatora's question was quite valid, as Adam was from Romania and thus usually inhabited the European server. There was also the time difference between Japan and Europe as well, and surely it had to be quite late at night for Adam.

"Caught a glimpse of your previous match." Adam responded, dodging the question completely, "The highlights, anyway. Good form, but you could still use some work."

The racoon ninja raised an eyebrow, "Tell me you didn't come all the way here just to tell me that...?"

Adam stifled a laugh, "Don't be ridiculous." he said, and then pointed to one of the larger screens streaming battles, "That's the reason I came here."

Takatora looked up and saw the announcement for a One vs Force Special-Event. And then he saw the names of the entries. The "One" was King, no surprise there. But the the Force? It wasn't even a Force, but the previous group Takatora had been randomly assigned to earlier, "Whoa! You mean if I stayed in there I'd have to..."

"Fight King." Adam finished, his expression stern but not too much so, "King's reputation is known even in the European Server. I've seen the highlights of his matches, but I wanted to see a live match. Call it... curiosity." it sounded like Adam was interested in seeing just how serious King was for himself. In fact it sounded like he wanted to challenge him.

"You really think you can take him?" asked Takatora, not out of sarcasm, but genuine curiosity. Adam was no pushover, none of the former Build Warriors were. They were each champion level builders and pilots, even during the days of GP Duel before GBN was even created. So a duel between Adam and King would probably be very interesting to watch.

"You and I both know there's no easy answer to that question. I'll have to challenge him some day and then maybe we'll get an answer to that question. For now, let's just watch the King in action, hm?"


[System]
Age: 20
Sex: Male

Appearance: His active lifestyle and general upbringing have left the young man with a noticeably athletic physique. Thin, lean muscle, like a sprinter or swimmer, as opposed to a bodybuilder. And standing at a wide-shouldered 6 foot 2, it's kinda clear to see why. He's a sporty guy, so naturally you'll mostly see him in athletic shorts and running sneakers. A shirt is usually optional. He has a small, beaded necklace that is almost always on his person, dangling from his neck if not wrapped around his wrist. It has a wood carved charm that he fidgets with from time to time, one that resembles the crest of his ancestors (a stylized, curvy thundercloud, displaying both a sole raindrop, and a bolt of lightning). Being from Mystriver Isles, his skin is noticeably tan. His dark brown hair falls wavy and long, just a little bit past his shoulders. It's usually in a ponytail of some sort. His eyes are brown, large, and usually doe-like and expressive.

Personality: At first glance, the guy's kinda talkative, like one of those loud, obnoxious personal trainers. Loves being in a conversation, but has a habit of saying wrong things at wrong times. And sometimes he might talk over someone, or change topic naively. He's the kind of guy to hold several conversations at once. But, he means no wrong. If anything, he likes watching others succeed. He takes pride in looking as approachable as possible, so you'll see him smile a lot. His posture will usually be more relaxed than his figure would imply.

Profession: Ezra was raised to be a Warrior (and naturally it shows). Comfortable with making his parents proud and living up to their wishes, he won't stray too far from that particular career path. But, he also takes joy in training the bodies and minds of Pokémon and person alike.

Talents: An impressive swimmer, as are the most of the people living along the Mystriver coasts, Ezra loves being in water. Either through surfing up a wave, jogging along the shore, or marvelling at a thunderstorm. When he wasn't going through martial arts training, he would play on the beach with his free time, frolicking and tending to the multitude of Pokémon that would occupy the area. It was their natural habitat, after all, he just wanted to befriend all of them.

He picked up his family's affinity for Water and Electric types without a hitch, as well as his empath-like abilities. "It was cute," His mother would describe, "He loved bringing the little ones home. When he'd talk to them, they'd talk back! I'd like to think we all had that phase at one point or another, but Ezra held on to the habit far into his teens."

He was taught the Warrior Skill Shout Cure at his hometown's Dojo, which his parents found fitting, given the boy's chatty nature.

Starter Pokémon: Out of the many families of Pokémon inhabiting the isle, Ezra associated with a small clan of Oshawott the most. The youngest of the clan was the one that wanted to join him on his travels to the inland. A little female, just as sporty and talkative as her new travelling companion, named Brie. She knows Tackle, and Water Gun, possesses the hidden Shell Armor ability, and Ezra would describe her nature as Jolly.

Inventory: Ezra carries around large canvas rucksack, filled with the following items:
- 6 Poké Balls, just about enough to have an entire party
- 5 Super Potions
- P$2500 in cash for small expenses
- A week's worth of clothing, including at least one pair of jeans, and a dark blue pullover hoodie
- Additional personal care items, consisting of travel sized athletic supplements, tons of snacks, protein shake powders, and general toiletries
- A small first-aid kit for treating minor human injuries
- A matte black PokéLink, a device that he's on almost constantly
 - You'll most likely see it fastened to his bicep in some sort of sport band, with earbuds sticking out of it to keep him connected.

Hometown: Mystriver Isle City, Mystriver Isle, Sengun

Biography: As far back as the elders can remember, the Daly clan were always proud to be Warriors. Fiercely supportive, fathers and mothers would be encouraged by their predecessors to have their offspring embark down the Warrior path.

This was no different for Ezra's parents, Hera and Jackson Jr. Seeing as they themselves once took up the warrior's creed, it didn't take much convincing to do the same for their only son. Rather than being unfairly forced into the lifestyle by two parents, he (alongside equally aged cousins and other family members) was gracefully and carefully eased into the creed, backed by the love and support of his extended family.

For as long as Ezra could walk on his own and form sentences, he was being trained in the field of martial arts. And, along with a formal education, he was taught the history lessons of the region by the his eldest living grandparents.

When the news of Sengun's own Pokemon league hit the Isles, most of the elders thought it no different than a glorified tourist attraction. But it piqued Ezra's interest well enough. He may have been to some of the other kingdoms in his youth, but with the idea of the league challenge presenting itself, he would now have a chance to see it all. He could meet new Pokémon, meet new people, and see just where his warrior skills lie amongst the dojos of the land.

Once his mind was made up, his parents could do nothing to stop him. And neither did they want to, seeing it as a chance for their son to dip his feet into the waters of the region. With a packed bag and little Brie at his side, he made for the next airship bound for Regala. A commercial concerning the league mentioned the region's capital as natural starting point for league participants, and the Pokémon professors willing to assist newcomers.

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The punk girl who said she was from Castelia as well didn't seem to be as thrilled to be representing the Big Cream as Robyn was. Sounded almost like she was dissing the city. Now there was credit where credit was due. Robyn didn't like people taking pot shots at her home burg, but at least she was a native. Natives had the right to go after it. One of those Kalos types, they would have beef on their hands. If this girl lived the life and got out though, well there was no faulting that.

"Only thing stuffy was that dinky tub ride over here," she announced to her fellow Castelian. Now that she thought about it, she did look like she spent an awful lot of time across the inlet near Virbank. They were all about that grunge life over there. Didn't know street living, but whatever. It was a scene. "I dunno bout the city though. This is my first real...trip outside Castelia, so maybe I can't say nothing." Robyn preferred to leave it at that. There were more important things to focus on than being Castelia's unofficial public spokesperson. There were Pokemon to catch, gym leaders to battle, prizes to be won.

[Assistant]
Alix finally tuned back into the conversation. "Oh, we're sharing a bit more? Cool. I was born and raised in Sengun. Specifically, Eyria, in the western mountains."

"Seems we've got people from all over the place," Ato brightly noted. "I'm also a Sengun native. Mystriver's my home, though I haven't been back in quite a while. Work at the Lab keeps me busy. Ah, here we are, the gate to Verdan Forest!" Sure enough, beyond the city gates was a wide expanse of plains bedecked in tall grass and the occasional tree, with the forest standing tall in the distance. A river ran through the middle of the plain, with three bridges spanning the gap.

It was a beautiful sight... if you could ignore the shouts of Trainers young and old rustling through the grass or climbing trees close to the city. The group of five passed through the gates and a short distance onto the route, past the majority of the noisemakers; several schoolchildren dashed past them back into the borders of Regala.

"Okay, team, first steps on your road. Don't let me keep you: have a hunt through the grass, see what you can find. I'll go on ahead, but I'll wait for you guys just past the middle bridge. Gives you a chance to get some early battling in. Sound good?" The commentary came from Ato, who spoke up a little just in case someone or something could drown him out.

Alix nodded. Now would be a good time to start working on training Jen, see how she acted and reacted in battle. Of course, at the same time, she needed to find something to catch to back up Jen for the first Gym challenge. Hang on... Kelsea favours Water-types. Of course she does, Alix, her city's on an island in the middle of a lake! Dangit, I'll have to catch something to take over for Jen in that battle. To that end, she took the lead, heading off the beaten path straight into the grass to stir something up. Jen shifted a little in her arms, curious about the world outside of the Lab.

As she headed off, Ato spotted a familiar face near the river, and hurried to catch up with him. "Ezra? I thought you'd have moved on by now, since you registered yesterday. Or did you only start proper this morning?"

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Update #01

Alix:
Jen (Torchic), level 5. Scratch, Growl (Speed Boost)

Robyn:
Nina (Petilil), level 5. Absorb, Growth (Own Tempo)

Shinsuke:
Hanzo (Froakie), level 5. Pound, Growl, Bubble (Protean)

Evie:
Venipede, level 5. Defense Curl, Rollout, Poison Sting, Toxic Spikes (Poison Point)

Ezra:
Brie (Oshawott), level 7. Tackle, Tail Whip, Water Gun (Shell Armour)
Azz (Azurill), level 2. Splash, Water Gun, Tail Whip (Thick Fat)

Grass:
Kestra
Sentret
Lillipup
Poochyena
Swablu
Skiddo
Minccino
Fletchling
Skitty
Audino (Rare)

River:
Magikarp
Azurill

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Usually, Ezra wouldn't be the one to dwell too long in one spot. If the sun was up, then he would be on the move. But, this was his first time being back in the Regala kingdom since he was a child. Seemed a lot of the place changed in his absence. It was only reasonable that he would linger around the city just a little longer than most. He had resigned to the river leading into the forest, taking a moment to enjoy the fresh water. He sat his sneakers beside him, and set his feet into the cool, babbling stream. "Ahhh~" He sighed in content. "Them dogs were beginning to bark. I needed this." He sighed again. A petite little sea otter joined him at his side, receiving a scratch under its chin before diving into the river. As the Oshawott splashed about, Ezra could only look on in some envy.

"Really, B? Don't tease me like that." He really wanted to dive in after her. But, he did his best to resist the temptation. "I know if I go in, i'll never want to get out!" The Oshawott breached the water surface as majestically as she possibly could, to really rub it in. "Osha? Oshawott!" "Are you coming in? This water feels wonderful!" She called. Ezra had to decline.

"Negatory, Brie! I don't wanna get my underwear soaked!" He called back. She seemed to scoff at such an excuse. "Osha? Osh osha! Osh!" "Really? Don't give me that! You'll get wet anyway when you sweat!" Before he could reply proper, the mischievous little Oshawott shot a formidable stream of water at her trainer, completely soaking his shirt. "Wotta oshosh!" "There! Now you're all wet! Get in here!" She trilled as she splashed about. Ezra made a wild grin as he scrambled to his feet. "Really? Is that how you're gonna do it?!" He was halfway out of his shirt and ready to jump in, when a voice called his name.

"Ezra? I thought you'd have moved on by now, since you registered yesterday. Or did you only start proper this morning?" Struggling back into his shirt proper, Ezra could notice the young lab assistant he acquainted himself with from the day before. "Ato! S'good to see ya again, little bro!" He took for the boy's hand, providing a firm, vigorous shaking. "Well, I would've been off for the forest by now, but I spotted this cool looking river, and chilled here for a bit. A little Azurill bounced up beside me, and said he wanted to see the world!" He displayed pokeball the little mouse rested in, unclipping it from his rucksack. "How could I say no to that? He's a young'un too, just a bit younger than Brie. Speaking'a which…" He let out a sharp whistle towards the river. "Hey Brie, come out and say hi to Ato!"

Bursting out in a plume of water, the petite Oshawott trotted onto land, shaking herself dry in the process. "Well, if I wasn't wet from earlier, that certainly would've done the trick." Ezra commented with a chuckle. "Oshawott…" "Well, I told you to get in, but you didn't want to listen…" She replied as she slapped a flipper at Ato's shin, her own personal greeting. "Welp, I guess we can start on our journey proper…" Ezra slipped back into his sneakers and patted himself down, making sure he had all his items. Soon, his PokeLink went off. "Must be Melanie." A cousin of his who was about as chatty as he was.

"I gotta take this, A. Catch ya on the flipside, yeah?" He tightened the straps on his rucksack, gave Ato a heavy shoulder pat, and broke into light trot down the route. "Make sure you keep in touch!" He added. Brie, while small, could easily keep the pace beside her trainer. With his earbuds plugged in, Ezra started up the call. "Hey Mel, what's uuuuup?" Soon, he jogged to thump of his own tempo, and got lost in the conversation.


[System]
Age: 23

Race: Human (transcendent)

Appearance

Personality: Light-hearted and kind, brave and couragious. When Bidzil sets his mind to doing something there is normally no stopping him. He can't turn a blind eye to what he sees as wrong and ends up getting involved in problems that are sometimes better left alone. For the ones that he cares for, he will fight until his dying breathe. Loves a good joke or pun. He also like to explore and doesn't mind a good fight.

Bio:
 Bidzil is a young transcendent human that was found in Trantis. Bidzil only had one wing however, and this was the first time in history it has happened, the people of Trantis saw Bidzil as a bad luck charm. He was an orphan found left outside the guardhouse, no note or anything to tie him to any lineage. He was taught from old texts how to hide his wing, but being a transcendent, everyone still knew. Many other towns heard the news of a transcendent youth coming to Trantis and wanted to know more, but the town hid him in fear of the other towns reactions. When Bidzil got older, he would run around town and swim through the waters of trantis on his own, causing mischeif. He never hurt anyone, but could be seen as a bother sometimes. Bidzil got to know one of the guards, Millan, in town well enough to where he looked up to him like a father figure. Millan would tell him stories of grand adventures, especially one about a beautiful wish granting oracle, that he swore up and down was a true story. The man inspired Bidzil, even to the point of trying to become a guard himself as he got older. Although he was denied for not wanting to risk the death of a transcendent for whatever superstitious curse that may bring, the guard did teach him how to use various weapons. Bidzil took to the blade quite naturally, and became a competent sparring partner with the guards in town. Bidzil had started working odd jobs around town as well, trying to earn enough money for his own place. While successful, it amounted to a tiny hut on the shoreline, which Bidzil was more than happy with. On his birthday, The guard said the he had purchased a gift for Bidzil, but it got stalled in Salna. If he wanted, he could run and get it, and he should be able to make it back by the time his shift was over.

 Bidzil eagerly went to Salna, about an hour or two's walk. He couldn't fly of coarse to only having one wing, or else he would have tried that. He picked up a package, not knowing what was inside the thin, long crate, and headed for home. The sky hard started turning darker, quite rapidly for it to be normal. Bidzil wasn't sure, but there was a dreadful feeling in the air as he picked up his pace. He ran full throttle to return home, only to arrive to a vast crater in the earth, the dirt black as night. The great lake that He had swam in for his whole life was completely empty, and the shattered remains of Trantis littered the lake bottom. There was not a soul in sight, no blood, but clothes blowing by in the wind, left behind by their owners. Bidzil ran to check the guard station on the coast. he kicked open the door to find just piles of gear and weapons where men once stood. And in the chair Millan would normally sit and used to tell him stories, was his usual red guard's cloak, the sword fallen on the ground still in it's sheath.

 Bidzil could not take in what had happened, it made no sense, it was too much too fast. After mourning the loss of everything he ever knew, he took with him Millan's cloak and his sword. When he left the guard station he decided to open the gift Millan got for his birthday. In it, was another sword, similar to the guard's blade, yet customized to Bidzil's liking. Bidzil equipped both, creating a way to carry both sheathes for the blades, and headed back to Salna, to report the news. Salna, however, already had a messenger visit them it seemed. There was a crowd of people gathered around a wall wailing in anguish and fear. Ten dead guards laid in a pile, and on the wall, written in their blood, read this. "A new king rises. The Grandis Empire has returned"

 The people of Salna already knew of the fate of Trantis. The messenger that had come to them told them as much, and warned them coming coming of a new king, to prepare to submit or be crushed like Trantis was. This enraged the guards in the area who then attacked the stranger only to be slaughtered. Once the messenger finished his sick message, he left. Bidzil stayed in Salna for a few days as a refuge, earning some money from some work, but the happy air of the city was completely dead, having lost their sister city and a portion of theirguardl guard. Bidzil ended up recalling the tale Millan used to tell him about the wish granting Oracle, and tried to find any information on it that he could. The librarian in the town shook their head at the request, but he still led him to some books on it. From what Bidzil was able to gather from the vague texts, there was something called the 'Vanishing Kingdom' that the oracle resided in, and it could only be summoned by first gathering the treasures of all the great nations and placing them on an alter. The Vanishing Kingdom will then visit Hitala, and will be stay for a week before leaving. The Oracle can grant any wish or give any knowledge to the ones who seek it, but all requests come at a price. From Salna, Bidzil traveled to Kalla village, where he thought would be a good place to start as any.

Equipment: Millan's Guard Blade, Custom Trantis Blade

Abilities: Swordsmanship, Wing reveal/hide (though no flight), Transcendent energy attacks (when wing is revealed)

Extra notes:
 While well trained in swordsmanship and used to sparring with his towns guard, he has never had to actually take the life of someone before leaving for Kalla. Often when settling disputes, he strikes an opponent with the heavy sheathes like the Trantis guards are trained to do. The are able to do this by their weapons dual sheaths. One outer sheath that hold's the sword and sheath inside, and then the true sheath. The swords have a type of latch to keep them connected to their true sheaths, which are also made of a light metal material. The guards and Bidzil are trained to use the sheathed sword as effectively as a regular sword, thus once unsheathed, their skills with the blade become much faster. A blade with it's true sheath can still be lethal if used right.

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Allanon nearly smiled at Chihiro's response to his, however, the Calabris were not worthy of such a reaction even in regards to speaking poorly of them. The only thing that would get him to smile over them would be for justice to be brought down on their evil actions and for their punishment to bring them to obscurity and beyond. The last thing she said caught him off guard. It was almost as if she knew Krogan. If that was the case, she definitely was not human.

After he spoke to Valia about escorting her someone she appeared to be familiar with approached and told her about her available room. It seemed his words were wasted. "I see you will be fine. You have an incredible community here, Madame Valia. Portea would learn much from Kalla." If Portea's community was half as supportive as Kalla would Allanon have the Sword of Damocles hanging over him today?

He smile a short farewell smile before turning and heading toward the volunteer squad. "I'll volunteer. Call me Allanon."

[Assistant]
Temple steps

 "Well, again, thank you. It saved my life," Valia aid with a little bow. "I should probably retire for the day, there has been more than enough excitement to last me quite some time I think. Allard finally settled down and set up his own proper tavern and inn, and that was his daughter just a moment ago, so if you want to come by later I am sure I am not the only one who will be happy to see you." She turned to Allenon after his comment on the village, "I thank you for all of your help today. If it wasn't for your quick acting, I may have never been able to recover from my injuries. The people of Kalla keep tight to an old saying, 'if a people can not stand together, then they will never stand at all'. On one's own, one can only be so powerful. It is this bond that all people in Kalla share that makes us stronger than any trail we face. If Portea is as divided as you make it out to be, one day it will surely lead to ruin." She bowed to him as well, though, as she did this, it seemed the small group of volunteers had arrived back at the square and started talking with the chief. "It would seem like they are nearly ready to depart, I shouldn't keep any of you any further. Please, do be careful out there. I hope to be able to thank and welcome you all properly upon your return." With that, she bid them farewell for now, and walked towards the inn. Even while she was still recovering from an injury, her gait was... hypnotic. Years of practice now routine even in something so simple.

Inn

 "Aye, the desert may be cold at night enough for ya ta travel, but I'd warn ya about travlin' in the day. Even seasoned hunters can perish in those sands should he not be prepared, and thats not even mentionin' tha creatures that one would come across. Yur eagerness ta help is a blessing in itself , lass, but I would not recommend ya go with them, may Krogan watch o'r tha ones that do." There was then a sound of the front doors opening as Valia stepped into the inn. "Valia, girl, are you alright?" Allard asked.

 "I am fine Allard, thank you. Some foreigner found me and was able to get me to the red saints fast enough. I shouldn't be too active for a while, but they said I should make a full recovery, and the scouting party is preparing to leave now," She smiled as Allard seemed to let go a sigh of relief. "Oh, and I see that we have even more foreign visitors today." She did a small bow towards Anrak and Maeve, "I'm sorry you had to arrive on such strenuous circumstances." She didn't tell Allard about Chihiro, she wantedit to be a surprise. He wasn't as close as she was to her, but he still knew her. He was just normally off on hunts or conflicts when he was still a warrior of Kalla.

Scout party

 Most the volunteers ranged in various ages, with different types of gear and weapons as well. It seemed Kalla had no standard military past the few guards that roamed around. One of the odd ones out was a human looking young man in a red Jacket and sandy blonde hair. He didn't seem to be a Varuk villager from Kalla. In fact, if one was well traveled enough, they could probably pinpoint him being a Trantian. He did seem to keep to himself a bit, though it didn't look like it was to be rude, simply, he didn't know anyone there.

 As for the other volunteers, they were a bit put off by the number of foreign people participating in their scouting mission. When Allenon approached and gave his name, the chief walked up to him, His eyes from at least half a foot above the man seemed to stare into Allenon's soul, like the man was assessing him before even saying a word. "I am chief Dorran, leader of this village. What brings you to volunteer, Allenon? I will not reject the aid, should it be just that. Though if I find deceit in your actions, I will bring you down. Are these others accompanying you as wel-" Dorran seemed to stop when he saw Chihiro. Not because he didn't mean his word, but because e was surprised to see her, as well as some of the other volunteers. "My, to what do we owe this pleasure of your return? It has been quite some time! I only wish that I had prepared a feast to welcome you back instead of a mission. Are you planning on volunteering as well? If these people are friends of yours, I'd be honored to let them accompany us as well." Apparently, Chihiro was quite a well known and liked figure in Kalla, for those that could remember her.

[User]
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE, PREPARE TO MOVE OUT!" Dorran shouted for everyone to hear, his voice even carrying well into the buildings around them including the temple and inn. "We will head up to the sandskiffs. We will need at least two firekin per skiff to move efficiently on rotation. How many do we have?" the chief asked the group. Everyone looked about as two men and one woman stepped forward. "Gortig, Hendall, and Morna... hmmm. I will help with one of the sails. I commend you three for volunteering. This won't be like a regular hunting outing. It will be a lot more taxing. Are you prepared?"

"Yes, Chief!" they said in unison.

"Morna, this is your first time sandriding, so you will be on rotation with me, I will guide you and help keep us going. Gortig, Hendall, you two are sailing regulars, I know at least you two together can at least keep up with me," Dorran said with a bit of a chuckle. "The foreigners, Chihiro, and you two will ride with me," he continued, picking out another two men that looked like seasoned warriors, "the rest of you ride with Gortig and Hendall. Alright, get set, and prepare for my signal to leave, I want to be out of here in no more than ten minutes." With that, everyone started to move towards the north end of town, just under a small cliff-side where it seemed to be a port for small odd skiffs. Two sturdy looking wooden drills, reinforced with metal plating, adorned the sides of a decent sized deck with a three foot walled edge to keep people from falling out or to take cover from arrows or similar projectiles. The deck has enough room for a small group of people to mill about, room for any haul from hunting, and a place for one person to sit recessed into the deck. This recess had mechanized contraptions running from it to the two pontoon-like drills on the sides of the craft. There were no controls however, just open channels that seemed to be where arms rested.

 As everyone boarded the two skiffs, Dorran took it upon himself to teach Morna how to use it. "As a firekin, you of course have the power to summon and manipulate fire. When sitting here in this recess, you let your power flow evenly to both of the sand screws to move us forward. Which ever side has more fire will make the craft turn in the opposite direction, so more power to the right screw will make us turn left," Dorran explained while the young firekin girl nodded, taking in the information. "Just watch as I start us off, then you will be able to give it a go when we make our first rotation."


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Makyan

Fighting Style: Martial Arts, Jinshi focus' on brutal and efficient melee attacks to ware down foes as well as attempts to put them off balance for brutal grapples and throws. Preferring to use Ki blasts as a strategic force rather than a violent one.

Abilities: Jinshi is only capable of basic flight and a simple, weak Ki blast.

Appearance: The picture bellow is only an example of Jinshi's basic features as a Makyan. His hair is similar as in the picture, only it's Jet black in colour and his skin tone is a fleshy orange he stands at roughly 6 foot tall and he wears human clothing.

Biography: Jinshi is a Makyan raised by humans on Earth, his years as one of 'the odd ones out' in society has produced a stoic and calm nature in the young man who prefers to spend his time training his martial arts rather than mingle with the hustle and bustle of traditional human life. Jinshi is very thankful to his human parents for their care but has since moved away from them seeking to expand and master his martial arts. Jinshi is not a competative person but he gets excited as the prospect of someone stronger than him being out there, he's a dedicated trainer but by no means a stick in the mud, he enjoys relaxing and having a joke or two.

[User]
James once again walked to the edge of the arena, hands in the air, microphone in hand.

"From the strongest to the weakest you've seen it all folks! Now it's time for you're strongest to meet the strongest! Ji-" suddenly he cross up, beginning to tremble with fear, looking up at the stands.

Moments after the first fight had ended, a certain Namekian made the call. With that, he dashed across the stands, and his lackey, Dreyar, went half way. With a nod to another, they ripped their cloaks from their body. The namekian smiled a toothy grin, as he began to leap down the chairs, landing just at the bottom. Near the arena. So followed Dreyar and Mel. With every jump from Mel, a hefty  KLING! Clunk! Clank! echoed out quickly gaining the announcers attention.

"B-Duh-Ah-EVERYBODY! Make your way to the exit immediat-" he tried to speak, but he was cut off by a swift jab to his gut from Mel, who closed the gap between them in record time, despite her chained leg and banded arm. James spat drool just as he began to collapse. Dreyar, seeing this as a time to shine, took flight, making a quick rush over the arena, snatching the microphone as they fell.

 "Thanks for the money! And the quick show too!" he said, just as the announcer was hoisted over Mel's arm, and thrown into the arena, the fall giving off a loud THUNK and a squeal of pain from the man. Not wasting any time, Dreyar dropped the microphone, and with one arm, grabbed Mel, the only none flying person in their group. Manetta grabbed her other, handed arm, and as fast as they entered, they were up and flying off in moments, prize money in hand. The whole ordeal couldn't have taken much more than three minutes.

Quickly, many people began to floor the exit, security at the front gate pushing last to see exactly what was happening. The scrawny man, who had before told about the new contestants picked up the microphone. He was in a panic, and was sweating quite badly. This could ruin his business! And they took the prize money, the contestants could sue or worse!

"U-uh! Everybody! Remain calms! If you were one of the winners in the current tourney, pl-please.. This message is for you!" he shouted, running a hand through his hair, eyeing the security as they made sure the original announcer was still alright. He then took a long deep breaths, his breathing echoing through the speakers, causing his eyes to widen.

"Er-uh! If you can uh... Help uh, get back the prize money from those people and uh.. Maybe turn them into the police or something well.. There's a prize in it for you! Including the stolen zeni!" he said beginning to shout. Making himself fully clear, he finished off with a few final words.

"J-James and I would appreciate it if you put a stop to them... Once and for all..." with that, he dropped the microphone rushing down to the spot where James had been heaved. He was facing up, the security guards keeping him up. He was bleeding from the fall, and was quite banged up, but he could survive.

People however, continued to rush the edit, many shouts being Bullard all across the area. The stands now left empty, with only small groups of people lingering in the area. The attack left many in a daze, but once the group had flown off, it became a small stampede for a short amount of time. Now however, was a time for reaction. Everybody heard the small man. Everybody knew what to do.

Especially one man, who seemed to be whispering to himself, "P-O-W-E-R." And pretending to punch the air.

[Assistant]
While inside the waiting room Maximus was once again waiting for his turn to fight another opponent, but then something happened, his scanners picked up three new energy signatures approaching the tournament and they were close. He tilted his head up to look out the widows to the ring, he noticed the announcer begin to start the next rounds when suddenly he stopped talking and began to tremble. This caught Maximus's attention, but he remained still as he assumed the reason being was that the energy signature's his scanners picked up were the cause of the announcers fear.

Maximus was correct, just after the announcer began to tell the viewers to leave the three beings his scanners picked up had dashed across the stands and made their way to the ring towards the announcer. One of the three closed in on the announcer before he even had time to react and was hit with a jab to his gut making him reel in pain. Seeing this made Maximus clench his hands into fists, more so when he watched the announcer get thrown into the ring and landing on the stone tiles, they would pay for doing so, Maximus promised that.

Although this was happening Maximus didn't bother to rush out the entrance to the ring to try and come to the announcers aid, having estimated that the likelihood of the other fighters doing so as well, instead he waited for the three offenders to take their leave, and then he left out the exit he was standing beside calmly. He didn't wait to hear the staff member from before pick up the microphone and ask for help, nor did he have any interest in a reward, he wanted justice to be served, and he would deliver it. With a faint flicker of Maximus's silver aura he slowly hovered into the air, looked in the direction the offenders energy signatures went, and began to fly after them, when he was a decent height in the air he funneled energy into his boosters on his back, they glowed brightly before he blasted off in pursuit of the offenders, shattering the sound barrier while doing do.

The sonic boom Maximus created shook the ground making some of the fleeing citizens cower and duck their heads, and disturbed the birds resting in the tree's nearby.

[User]
Seji chuckled.

"Is the surprise coming from me knowing anout dragonoids, one of my past teachers being one, or my titles as the Ethereal Sage? I doubt it's the latter, as I am by no means the greatest sage alive."

Seji seemed amused by the dragonoid's emotional display.

Before the conversation could continue, the namekian and his companions showed up and raised hell. They were in and out before anyone could really respond. Seji waited, before hearing the offer for money.

"Well...that's The only encouragement I need."

Seji whispered a few arcane syllables, before his cloak seemed to rip open to accommodate a pair of huge leathery wings that sprouted from his back.

"I bid you, adieu, Dragonoid. We'll have to talk more later, I'm curious about you."

He flapped upward, before taking off in the direction of the energy sognatures. He expected he would eb able to get there first and defeat them with his magic before anyone else got there. However, a moment later Seji heard a sonic boom, and turned his head to see a metallic man flying past.

Seji whistled in appreciation of the obviously powerful android, and did his best to keep up.

"Mind if I hitch a ride!?" He yelled to Maximus, beating his wings furiously in a failed attempt to keep up, "We'd work better together!"

[Assistant]
Maximus almost missed it, he barely managed to hear Seji's voice as he was speeding foreword, in that instant he began to slow down, the boosters roaring on his back quieted down to a low hum as he allowed Seji to catch up. With a slight tilt of his head he took in Seji's odd appearance as he caught up. Though Maximus had barely heard what Segi asked, he replayed the audio in his memory and cleared up the voice allowing him to hear what was asked of him.

Even though Maximus knew that two fighters were better than one, he believed he alone would be sufficient to take on the three offenders and return what was stolen. He reasoned that with two fighters, the defeat of the offenders would take less time, but this winged person didn't look all that strong, he could get in the way, and become a liability. Maximus didn't want to take that risk, so he turned away from Segi and his boosters went to full burn as he blasted off towards the offenders again, once more creating a sonic boom as he sped off.

[User] Vanina's eyes went wide at the sight of Kota's tail. "You're… Saiyan?!" She would be unable to question him more due to the ensuing theft. Her mouth went agape at the sight of the flying foes; you had to be a particularly powerful being to know how to fly, and two of them would be a problem. She had no choice but to chase after them, because with no money Vanina wouldn't be able to eat tonight. Turning to Kota and the other contestants, Vanina motioned for them to follow. "Come, we must stop the Namekian and his allies!" She'd then rush into a swift run after the thieves, watching as Maximus and Seji disappeared into the distance. "Damn, I hope they leave something for the rest of us…"

[Assistant]
Everything happened so fast. Yoyo was waiting eagerly for the announcement of the next fight, fingers crossed it was her and someone interesting. Like that large robot-looking dude, or either of the reptilian beings, or perhaps that unique 6 armed woman (she wondered if she was simply born with the six arms, or was she perhaps using some form of the 'Four Witches Technique'...or even some other shape changing technique, while rare they weren't un heard of. She had studied form-shifting skills while back at home but only in scrolls rather than training. She had wanted to learn some of her schools form altering skills but her father and grand father kept telling her 'she simply wasn't ready nor suited for such techniques' stubborn old goats ) And while lost in this train of thought ting odd seeming bandits leapt from the crowed, exuding a sense of power, skill, and confidence told her instincts they weren't like the weakling show off she had fought earlier.

The next thing she knew they were flying off. With the money. With HER money. She stammered in stunned inaction for a moment as a few of the other tournament goers took up the hunt after the villains. She felt her temper flair and her blood boil as the audacity of those brigands taking her meal tickit filled her mind. With a focus of effort she activated her 'Tigers leap' skill, and with a jump that seemed to onlookers to take the same effort as a simply skip she bounded up into the air and clear out of the arena. She landed on outside, on some poor civilian fleeing the screen, but without so much as a 'sorry' she bounded off again ( and she was fairly sure as she bounded off the person they grunted the word 'POWER' in pain ). Now she was focusing her jump to have maximum forward velocity so it was as if she was running along the ground with each bound taking amazing amounts of distance. She wasn't exactly closing fast on the villians but she could see them and was not losing ground. "I'll teach you to steal from a Tiger!" She called in fury.

[User]
Seji watched the machine blast off. He sighed internally, flapping his wings slower to conserve energy.

"Well, shit."

He looked down below to see one woman leaping to keep up. She was doing a damn good job too. He winced when he saw her crash land on poor, poor Mr. Power, whose humorous cry of "Power!" did not lesson the harsh reality of his injury.

Seji still chuckled anyways.

Seji looked at the slowly shrinking silhouette of Maximus. He hoped that the robot wasn't able to handle it all before Seji arrived. Seji had need of that prize money, and besides that, the chance to interview a Namekian was a rare one.

Plus, he had sensed a lot of raw ki energy coming off of the other male. Seji wondered if perhaps this individual might be a fellow Ki Mystic. If not, then he would be easily dealt with with a few spells.

[Assistant]
As the commotion unfolded and several contestants rushed off in pursuit of the villains, Jinshi ran to James' side as security was sitting him up. Jinshi watched security carry the charismatic announcer off before shifting his gaze to the chaotic crowd fleeing the ring. Children were crying and adults were panicked and scared, the scene made Jinshi angry. Quickly Jinshi scaled an arena wall, revealing a large open area of hardened rock and earth with patches of grass here and there. In the distance a cloud trail indicated something was in fast pursuit of the criminals, while other figures dotted the horizon making their way to the criminals as well.

He didn't think he'd be of much use but maybe he could do something Jinshi thought to himself as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a number 9 capsule that looked old and damaged. "I was hoping to get you fixed up with that money before I used you again..." Jinshi muttered to himself. Pushing the trigger Jinshi threw the capsule forward as it exploded into a puff of white smoke that cleared and revealed a motorcycle.

The vehicle was pretty damaged and didn't look all that safe, but without hesitation Jinshi hopped on and kicked the motorcycle into gear, blazing off with a trail of dust being left in his wake.


[System]
Age:
29

ID Number:
MP-1834-JC

Nationality:
Multiple: Spain, United Kingdom

Appearance:
MP-1834-JC is a Hispanic male, measuring 169 cm and weighing 76 kg as of [VOID]. MP-1834-JC has curled brown hair down to his temples, brown eyes, and above-average musculature for his age. A red heart shape wrapped in green thorned vines is tattooed on his left upper arm, the vines specifically obscuring the heart across its horizontal center line. A knife is tattooed on to his right forearm, drawn to suggest it is piercing the flesh, complete with blood spilling on to and around the blade. The Spanish text "Bomba de Gasolina" (translating to English as "Petrol Pump" or "Gasoline Pump") is tattooed in Impact font on his abdomen in two separate lines; two black arrows point from either side of the word "Gasolina" toward his genitalia.

Background:
MP-1834-JC was born on the 8th of December, [VOID] in Ibiza Town on the Spanish island of Ibiza. At age 1, his family moved to the United Kingdom, taking residence in central London for work-related reasons. MP-1834-JC received average education and accommodation throughout his early life, but is noted to have been involved in gang activity as young as fifteen, and did not pursue education beyond A-levels, instead becoming further involved with the Hispanic gang [VOID] (see Acquisition).

Anomalous Containment Staff were made aware of MP-1834-JC on [VOID] due to inter-gang violence against [VOID] (see Acquisition). He was apprehended shortly thereafter, putting up relatively little resistance due to [VOID], and initially contained as a Blue security threat, but was reassessed as a Purple security threat after [VOID] (see Addendum 1). Aggression against staff has notably increased since then, and MP-1834-JC refuses to clarify when he first became aware of his anomalous properties.

Powers:
Auto-Liquefaction || MP-1834-JC is able to discorporate his body into an increasingly liquidous mass, described by the subject as a sensation of "melting". MP-1834-JC can fully discorporate into a flexible gel-like state over the course of forty five seconds, and into a water-like state over the course of ninety seconds, with selective control over which portions of his body discorporate first if desired; he experiences no apparent pain or harm from this process, and can reverse the discorporation at will, reverting to his standard appearance over the same timeframes as described above. MP-1834-JC loses muscular control as liquefaction increases, being notably impaired whilst partially molten and unable to move when fully liquefied, but retains sensory input and becomes increasingly able to alter his form regardless of bodily structure at greater levels of discorporation; greater discorporation also results in greater resilience to kinetic force, and small physical injuries can be erased through a process of partial dissolution and reformation, though severe injuries such as extensive burns and substantial head or neck trauma remain potentially life-threatening.

Privileges:
* Dresser, inside face oriented toward camera
* Pull-up bar, bolted into floor next to dresser

SECURITY NOTE: MP-1834-JC is noteworthy for being highly non-cooperative with staff as of [VOID], frequently refusing to participate in testing except under duress, and often citing his desire to escape Facility B. MP-1834-JC is not unsocial with fellow subjects, but is prone to sudden bursts of aggression with little apparent provocation, though he is aware that he lacks the ability to significantly harm any staff members without himself risking injury. Consequently, MP-1834-JC's privileges are highly restricted, and should be thoroughly examined for potential escape risks before being allowed.

[User]
MP-6736-OPEN

Possible Targets: @AelitaJezebelle@randomness
Location: Cafeteria [Entrance]

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 The one who had touched him moved in front of him, but surprisingly nothing more came of it than the sound of a gentle, reassuring voice. Once again, a voice very different from the whispers.

 ...'Once again'?

 Uncertainly, the young man slowly lowered the meager shield of limbs he had created for himself, still hazy eyes staring out in confusion past them into a pair of blue ones. These ones did not feel as familiar as the brown ones from before... However, as his gaze flickered haltingly around, he somehow did feel less as though it -whatever it was- had him. But everything was no less wrong.

 The blue eyes took his hand and told him to come with them...

 Them? No, it was... a woman, wasn't it? A woman with blue eyes... Why had he thought....? No, what had he thought, again?

 ...She was telling him to go with her, so surely that was right. Yes, he allowed her to lead him away, just as they always did... they... Yet it felt early, somehow, for that. Didn't it? Wasn't there something that he was supposed to do first? Something... something... The man, the eating man, came into view again, and all at once the awful red came rushing back to him. The blue eyes were leading his body away, down an ever-lengthening tunnel and gradually pulling further and further away from him. Leaving him alone, drawn deeper and deeper into the red.

 Spiraling slowly down,
 down,
 sinking,
 sucked down toward the cracks below the surface...

 The whispers were getting loud again.

 Another touch on his other hand drew him sharply back out, and he might have flinched again had it not been accompanied by the return of the small voice. Well, he gave a much lesser flinch, at least. Looking down, he saw those brown eyes. They matched the blue ones more now, but at least he remembered they were real. They were both real, right? The girl and the woman...

 ...Weren't they?

 He hadn't much noticed what she'd said, but neither could he see the red anymore from the direction he was facing, and that was an improvement. In its place, however, were the two clearest thoughts he could remember having yet.

 The first was the realization that for a moment he'd nearly lost what little of himself he had to spare.

 This thought swiftly wavered and drifted away, as all other thoughts had up to that point. However, the second and far more unsettling of the two was a lingering one. One which he did not fully understand, yet which filled him with a resurgence of that deep sense of dread. Enough to lead him to staggering unstably as words so clear they hardly seemed like his own cut through the fog of his mind.

 'That was close.'

[Assistant]
@Lady Selune@Nyxira

The young girl talking to her caught her attention, and she smiled down at her, "Oh? My name?...Well...I actually don't remember my name. I saw a paper in my room that had VAM on it though that looked like some sort of identification, so I suppose you can call me Vam. Dolly's a nice name. It's nice to meet you."

Staying in this gore-filled room didn't sound like something she was particularly excited about. If Dolly wanted to stay though, she would. She may not really know the girl, but she was only a child, and she felt obligated to protect her. This guy everyone kept calling Dougie too. He clearly wasn't all here right now, so she felt obligated to protect him too. She watched as the tables were flipped over. It was a relief not to have to keep looking at the bodies, especially for the children not to have to look at them. Though she didn't say anything out loud, internally she was grateful to Adelina for that.

She thought for a moment about getting some food for her and her little group, but movement from the man at the table caught her attention. He was writing something, it seemed? She took Dougie's hand again and walked over to see what it was. It made her feel sick to watch him writing with his own blood though, and what he said didn't make it much better. "She...Oh, that's awful!" He must've been in such pain before then! No wonder he'd been eating so messily and wincing. "...How did you avoid...this fate?" she asked, motioning to the carnage around them, "Having your tongue ripped out is awful! I'm sorry that happened, but it seems you somehow avoided worse." She looked around the room for any sort of paper or writing instruments. Surely they could find the guy some better method of communication than his own blood.

[User]
Subject: FP-1991-ED
Last Recorded Location: Cafeteria
Last Recorded Interaction: @AelitaJezebelle@Nyxira@BCTheEntity@duskshine749

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 Dolly sat at the table Blade was laying down the food at. She gave a small smile to Vam and Dougie as they stood nearby, quickly turning her attention again to the food. As she watched, her stomach growled. It was simple cereal and milk, but that didn't matter to Dolly. Dolly grabbed a couple of the bowls and started to pour the cereal for the three of them as Blade looked elsewhere. As she was preparing her meal, some odd sounds came from behind by the other row of tables. Dolly suspected that perhaps someone was choking on their food. Blade's reaction quickly squashed that idea.

 Dolly's eyes followed Blade as he went over to investigate what was going on. She saw Vam had joined him along with Dougie. Dolly spun around in her chair now more curious as to what was going on. Right then, Blade had called out, beckoning her to join him. Blade called out wanting to know if anyone was sporting a red triangle upon their shirt. She hopped from her seat and joined Blade over by the lone man.

 Standing next to Blade with the other figure at the table, Dolly noticed the writing upon the mostly clear white surface. Her face scrunched upon reading the sloppy writing. She couldn't help but feel sad for the lone man. She could not imagine what it would be like to lose your tongue, let alone how painful. But the writing also mentioned the red triangle. Dolly didn't give much thought to the clothes she was wearing. Outside of the bands and collar, that is. Did the patches mean anything?

 Dolly took a look at her blouse, and then up at Blade. She had a purple square as did Blade. Dolly looked at the others. Vam had spoken with Mute and then left in search of something, so Dolly couldn't see her shirt. As for Dougie, he had a… well, Dolly couldn't quite tell if Dougie had a patch. His sweatshirt covered most of his torso and upper body.

 "Excuse me." Dolly said quietly as she scooted up to him. He still seemed unaware, lost in his own eyes. Whatever he could be thinking eluded Dolly, but she felt that he was perhaps uncomfortable with the situation. Dolly certainly was. As softly as she could, Dolly pulled the collar of Dougie's hoodie to the side, just enough to look at the patch on his shirt. It was also a purple square.

 "Um, me and Dougie have purple squares." Said Dolly. She fixed Dougie's hoodie as gently as she could, turning around again to face Blade. "Are there other colors?" Just as she asked the question, someone spoke up. Dolly spun around Blade waited for more answers. She watched as a man from one of the other tables came over. It was one of the first people who had entered the cafeteria, and who had come from one of the other halls by himself. He did have a red patch on his shirt, but it was also a square, not a triangle.

 "But it's not a triangle." Said Dolly thoughtlessly looking up at the man calling himself Red. She wasn't sure of the significance, Red only had one similarity to the figure Mute described. Even so, Dolly was growing increasingly nervous, but she tried her best to hide it. Everyone was here, so there was safety in numbers. Dolly quickly averted her gaze and left the three of them to discuss it.

 Dolly had moved over to near where the one who threw Blade sat against one of the flipped tables. The boy who Dolly followed in was also with her. They had yellow squares on their shirts. Dolly had absolutely no idea what they meant, but now she knew that the colors had to have meant something. What she was able to figure out at least was that everyone from the same hall had the same colors. All the yellow patches showed up together. She and the others from her hall had purple, and Red was by himself. Dolly walked back up next to blade.

 "I couldn't find any other red ones. They're all squares. No triangles."

[Assistant]
Blade
Well, Dolly soundly answered his question, after pouring the cereal and milk and going around looking. Nobody here had a triangle - all squares, including his and Mute's, but they were each squares of different colours. Weird... maybe a triangle meant they were less smart or something?

'Like animals...' he murmured to himself, taking another spoonful of his breakfast. Nice of her to deal with that for the three purples; he made sure to give her a pat on the head for the good work, both investigating and breakfasting. Everyone else seemed occupied - except for Druggie Dougie. He'd stumbled a bit and made some weird groan a few moments before Dolly got back, one of the few noises he'd made up to that point. But why? Was it the blood? If it was anything like with Dolly freaking out before...

Whatever. He looked a little more in-there than he had, anyway. Just in case, though, Blade called out 'Ay, Dougie, you back in the real world yet? Your cereal's getting soggy,' trying to get his attention on to the cereal. Fucker needed to eat, too, even if he was having a crash. Heh, he probably had the munchies going, at that.


[System]
* Age: 19
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance: Traditional swording garb

* Personality:
* A polite young woman that nevertheless gives off a feeling of being distant or detached from her surroundings, Kamiko tends to drift through her day-to-day activities, ruled by boredom. She may be immensely proud of her skill with the blade, but she can't deny it's made her battles rather bothersome and tedious. She no longer sees a point in training, and has thus developed some bad, laziness-related habits. And Speaking of bad habits, should Kamiko come across an enemy that seems capable of challenging her, it becomes her highest priority to duel that entity, regardless of circumstance.

Whenever a topic happens to strike Kamiko's fancy, however, she can be quite excitable, almost childishly so. Obviously, sword-related discussions are the most likely to evoke this, but she has some other surprising interests, like sentai, or generic fantasy light novels. It's somewhere on her bucket list to finda spandex costume in the off-chance she woke up in an unfamiliar land, apparently.

* Abilities:
* Wielder of the demon blade, Juuchi Yosamu - The cursed blade passed down the Muramasa bloodline, this sword should never be drawn without the intent of drawing blood. When wielded, it grants a boost to the the user's physical capabilities, but consumes the user's blood in worryingly large quantities. Although this can be mitigated with the blood of her foes as well, it's unwise to use this for anything but a quick, preferably messy finish.
Given the nature of this weapon, Kamiko also carries a normal katana with her, for general use.

* Skills:
* Unrivaled Sword Saint - In her world, Kamiko is known as a Kensei, or Sword Saint, due to her immense skill with the blade. She battles as if she can see her opponent's moves minutes in advance, and her strength and speed are overwhelming. Relatedly, Kamiko's actions in battle can be rather ludicrous, from blocking swings of a sword with her bare hands, to outright deflecting thrusts with the very tip of her sword.

* Backstory:
* The youngest of two siblings, Kamiko was born into the Muramasa family; once known for their renowned ability to create powerful, fearsome swords, it was now an affluent family of swordsmen. Kamiko had displayed great promise from an early age, thought to surpass her elder brother. Though she wasn't particularly interested in becoming the head of their family, Kamiko quite enjoyed training and sparring with her family or her house's students. By the time she was a young teen, she was said to be the strongest swordsman their house had ever produced.
Her brother, however, died during a duel with another clan, trying and failing to properly utilise their cursed sword's power. His loss was mourned, though Kamiko felt no strong desire for revenge - as far as she was concerned, it was his own stupidity and lack of skill that led to his death. And now that she was next in line to become the head of the Muramasa family, she would simply have to ensure she was more than strong enough to wield it, if need be.
Officially declared head at age sixteen, Kamiko has yet to lose a fight, or even draw the cursed blade passed down in her family. While amazing for their clan's reputation, it's done a real number on her ability to enjoy a duel.

* Origin: Isekai

[User]
Yes

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Falling.

It's a sensation that is rarely ever met with celebration. This situation, is, indeed, not an exception to this fact. For the moment that a certain set of individuals selected the 'yes' option on a set of mysterious letters, they suddenly found themselves far away from home.

Also far away from the ground.

Indeed, the experience of falling several hundred meters down to the surface of the earth was hardly one to be celebrating about. For that matter, it was quite a terrifying one. It was also easy to perceive that this was most certainly not the location they had been in prior. Below the falling figures, a forest was rapidly rushing upwards to meet them. It seemed to be the only thing that was excited about this arrangement, given how swiftly it seemed to be hurtling towards them. Their specific destination seemed to be a clearing near a small lake, but that really didn't make this any better, now, did it?

Indeed, it seemed as if whoever had summoned them had made a critical error, and that they were all about to die extremely untimely deaths. What a disappointment. How subversive. No-one will expect this ending.

Only that didn't happen at all.

The moment, the very instant, that anyone who didn't manage to compensate for the fall was about to hit the ground... they suddenly slowed down to a stop, floating momentarily half a meter above the ground.

They were then dropped somewhat uncerimoniously to the earth, but otherwise they were entirely unharmed.

With a somewhat less terrifying situation occurring around them, now, it was possible to perhaps preceive their surrounds somewhat more.

It was a forest. There didn't seem to be anything but trees around, though the calling of birds and insects was definitely audible. The lake nearby was completely pure and glittering and pristine, so clear the fish beneath the surface could be seen quite clearly. The sky was blue, with not a cloud in sight.

And some of the bushes nearby were shifting strangely, as if something was hiding nearby...

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The tan-skinned girl's thick tail swished back and forth. She didn't realize she was doing it, the scaly appendage rustling the bushes around her as she peered at the result of her handiwork. That was six people! Six had answered! To be honest, she hadn't expected more then three, this was even better then she had hoped.

Folding her arms under her chest, she couldn't help but give herself a metaphorical pat on the back, smiling with pride. They all looked like they were... well, at the very least they had to be useful if not powerful. Ah... was it okay for her to be smiling so smugly to herself?! It had to be, after she did such a great job!

Tail still swishing back and forth, the draconic girl nodded to herself in a self-satisfied way. This was their path forward. These would be the people who would save her community!

Of course, now she had to decide how to introduce herself. Yes, yes... she needed to really convey who she was perfectly, give a great first impression, and educate them about the new world they found themselves in!

But how could she do that...?

'I am Lila Loren Lovelace, and Welcome to the World of Nova Terra'?

'Hello, Champions from other Worlds! I am Lila Loren Lovelace, the one who summoned you here'?

'Greetings, o Champions, as one of Nova Terra's aristocrats I welcome you'?

No, no... she had to make the perfect first impression! She was feeling so good about this now, Lila couldn't allow herself to say something silly and make herself look foolish! This was for the sake of her community, after all. She had to give them all a great first impression! She had to introduce them all to their new world!

So, she couldn't mess this up!

Right?

Daze@Rin@Styrgwyr@RolePlayerRoxas@TheFake@Pyromania99@Crimson Paladin@ghastlyInc@Rune_Alchemist@1Charak2

[Assistant]
Shiro's panic at being high up lead to a rather immediate and perhaps... excessive response. If she got bigger, then she would be closer to the ground without actually falling as far. Therefore, she should get as big as possible, as fast as possible, and fall as little as possible. Maybe the other people that had appeared in the air would appreciate it? Her scales and flesh had to be better cushioned than the earth of the clearing.

Perhaps it was the size change overwhelming the safe landing, or perhaps it was simply sheer mass, but the result was quite unmistakeable... most of the clearing was temporarily full of winding coils of white snake whilst everyone else landed one way or the other.

And anyone watching from the trees couldn't possibly miss the ground shaking from the enormous impact.

[User]
"Oh."

Kamiko's surprised exclamation was lost to the winds as she found herself falling from a great height. It was so sudden, she'd barely answered that strange invitation before finding herself in this predicament. She couldn't deny the thrilling sense of danger filling her, but the young Sword Saint showed no fear beyond the initial shock. A fall from this height may be lethal, but only if she failed to make a proper landing.

Several others seemed to be in the same boat as her, but she could hardly worry about them for the moment. Her own safety came first. Kamiko shifted her body, bracing for impact, when she noticed a large serpent merge... no, it was one of her impromptu skydiving companions? That was certainly unexpected, but she saw an opportunity arise. The serpent was directly beneath her, crashing to the earth below. It's body had to be slightly softer as a landing point, and given how big it was...

Luckily however, something slowed her descent before she crashed into the giant serpent. Her body felt light as the surprised warrior righted her posture once more. She came to a soft landing atop the serpent's head, surveying the forest from her perch. Despite standing on top of what could very well be a hostile monster, in a foreign land she just fell into from the sky, her hand was only loosely resting on the grip of her katana - the non-cursed blade.

"...How fortunate. I didn't have to risk breaking a leg..." she murmured to herself, and watched the rest of the falling figures fall to the earth.


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

Species: human/hunter

Age: 24/about to turn 25

Birthday: November 4th

Appearance:

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

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

Height- 5'7"

Right or left handed: left

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Poe shifted his weight from one foot to the other, feeling weird about just letting Sam Winchester leave the parking lot with the girl he had with him. She fit the description.

"It's nice to meet you Benjamin."

Poe stopped at Benjamin mentioning his psychic powers and smiled brightly. He then gave a laugh from deep in his chest, "Oh that's great! A Winchester, a fugitive, a psychic, and let me guess, a gaggle of women surrounding Dean Winchester."

He shook his head as he chuckled and placed a hand on his Jeep, trying to make a decision on whether to follow the younger Winchester or to tackle the hotel room.

[Assistant]
MIKA AND NATALIA

Mika tried to believe Natalia that it was just Dean being nice to someone he used to know as a kid and was getting used to seeing them again after so long, but after she had gone four months without him, grieved him for all that time she couldn't help but get suspicious and have that twang of jealousy creep into her heart and mind. She knew deep down she didn't have to worry about Dean being unfaithful, they had quite literally gone through hell and highwater to find each other again and stick together. They grew up together, but becuase she lost him twice due to one reason or another, she was terrified when someone else came on the scene. She knew there were times when he slept around when she was technically out of his life, pretending to be someone else, and that jealousy all began there. She didn't blame him for it before because he thought she was Kenzi, the cousin of herself, but now there was no excuse in her mind.

Suddenly Dean and Esme both ended up in full view of herself and Natalia and Natalia instantly winced whilst thinking 'oh shit...' before looking at Mika, seeing her almost go red and green all at the same time. Hearing what they were saying together didn't even help either and Natalia knew that Mika's mind instantly was going to 'she's one of those girls he slept with'. "Meeko...don't...it's nothing, remember it's nothing. He came back to you, don't do anything ra----" she started to warn when Mika ignored her completely and lost her shit before she could even finish her sentence.

"you've got to be bloody kidding me!? Are you serious right now!? You lied about how you know her! She one of those bed notches you had!?" Mika practically screamed at the two of them, mostly at Dean before storming off, her hands visibly shaking, opening the hotel room door and slamming it behind her before leaning against the hallway wall and desperately trying to not burst into tears.

SAM WINCHESTER

Sam decided with his free hand to quickly send a text to Ruby to meet them at the diner opposite the hotel, figuring that if anyone was as good a palce to start asking questions, it was with Ruby, he did though still listen to everything that Annabeth was saying, as he grabbed her hand after their hands brushed together. "it's okay i get it. I didn't know what was happening to me for the longest time as well, Dean was scared of me for a while, we got into many a fight over it before he had my back every which turn. It's perfectly normal to have the feelings and thoughts you have and we'll get you your answers" he told her. "But what you can do is essentially you can exorcise the demons from their bodies and send them back to Hell" he told her as he headed to the diner across with the street with her.

[User]
Dean Winchester

Dean smiled down at Esme's hair, kissing the top of her head one more time before pulling away from her. He pulled his arm up in front of her face, and lowered his sleeve to show his wrist. The bracelet she had left with him, a simple string wire bracelet, still around his wrist.

"It made it to hell and back, apparently…", he laughed, just before Mika stormed into the area, causing him to instinctively jump and push Esme behind him. His free left hand resting against the small of her back behind him, while his right hand came up to try and fend off Mika's potential rage. Hell, he was tempted to try and put furniture between them.

"Jesus Christ Mika! It's been years…I…Mika…son of a bitch…", he stammered at Mika as she screamed. He froze a bit as she stormed off, not knowing whether he should follow her or not. Turning back to Esme, he searched her eyes for a bit of forgiveness.

"I'll be back…", he whispered, kissing her forehead for more forgiveness before running to the door as it slammed in his face, causing him to flinch. He flung the door open, stepping out into the hall with a huff, finding Mika there.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he stood in front of her, "You wanna tell me what the hell happened back there?"

Annabeth

Annabeth held his hand tightly as they walked across the street, watching him text someone. She was curious, but didn't ask questions, as she didn't know his contacts or how they could help. Her eyes went a bit wide when he mentioned the demons and what she could do to them.

"I can do what?", she asked, thinking back to Cason and the black smoke. She raised her free hand to stare at her palm in awe, now knowing what the heat was, and why. Sighing, she stepped up to the door of the diner and reached for the door handle.
Ruby
Ruby looked down at her phone, rolling her eyes as she sat in the near empty diner. It was closed, but a few people still lurked, none of them demons. Her interest was piqued as Sam and a mystery blonde approached the door.

Her eyes turning black at the sight of the girl, she groaned, "Dammit, Sam…"

[Assistant]
Esme Stirling

Esme couldn't help smiling when Dean kissed the top of her head again before he pulled away. As he did, she released him, letting her arms fall to her side. She watched as he lifted his arm and pulled his sleeve down to reveal the wire bracelet on his wrist. Her smile grew when she saw it. "Who would have thought….." she said with a laugh before Mika stormed in, cutting her off.

She jumped in surprise just as Dean pushed her behind him protectively and kept a hand on her back, which she wasn't expecting. It was a strange feeling having someone protect her from another. She couldn't see Mika from behind Dean, but she could hear the rage in her tone, which caused her to wince. Notches? She thought. Her eyes widened as she realized what she was getting at.

She thinks Dean and I…… she trailed off in her thought. She was about to speak out, but Dean had tried talking to Mika before she could. She winced again as he stammered as Mika screamed at him. She remembered earlier how Mika stuck close to Dean and seemed to calm him when no one else could. She had thought little of it at the time, but now she couldn't deny it.

There was definitely something between them and she had apparently stirred up some jealousy in Mika. She felt terrible now. She didn't want to come between anyone and mess anything up between them. That was the last thing she wanted. She took in a breath when Mika stormed off. She hadn't realized she had been holding her breath. When Dean turned to face her, her face and eyes held a soft look.

"It's alright. Go after her." she told him softly. Esme's eyes closed when he kissed her forehead, then opened as he ran for the door. She flinched just as he did when the door slammed in face. Once he was out the door, she walked over to a chair, wiping the tears from her cheeks as she went, before she sat down. She placed her elbows on her knees, then put her face in her hands and sighed heavily. She now wondered if she should stay or leave. Would her being there put too much stress on things?

[User]
Under any other circumstances she would have jumped in to stop the argument between Dean and Mika, but it wasn't exactly the first time this sort of thing had happened between the two of them. She also knew better than to get in Mika's way when she had it in her head Dean was being anything but faithful to her. SHe winced as Mika accused Esme, someone they didn't even know of being just another otch on Dean's bedpost, a bedpost they didn't have any claim to as they rarely remained at Bobby's. Yet the way Dean was being with Esme did come across as suspicious, that much she did have to admit, so as much as she didn't agree with Mika adding 2 and 2 and coming up with 5, she could see why she would have done that. Even she flinched as Mika had slammed the door shut in Dean's face before turning her attention to Esme and seeing how much Mika's behaviour had clearly hurt the woman. "Word of advice?" she began saying, "Ignore Mika. She's touchy at the best of times and this isn't the first time they've argued, not about women necessarily, but yeah...it's what they do. They hash it out and instantly make up again." she explained.

"It's got nothing to do with you. Their history is complicated to say the least. When you would have met Dean, Mika was presumed dead. He knew her as Kenzi at that point. I don't know the full story even now, but I've been told enough. Basically they've lost each other a few times and have done all they could to find each other again. You're not the first person to give him something either. So seeing Dean be that close and affectionate to you? It'll trigger Mika's insecurity." she finished explaining hoping it would be of some reassurance to the woman.

MIKA CHAMBERS

She ignored the fact she could hear the door open and Dean exiting the room to follow her before she looked at his steel toed boots in front of her which just made her look up at him. "I could ask you the same damn thing. What's with all the affectionate touching with her?" she asked him, anger in her dark brown almost black eyes but not only anger, but also hurt and pain. "I JUST got you back in my life Dean and then suddenly I see you all over her, is this some kind twisted way of paying me back for what I did as Kenzi?" she added, tears threatening to spill from her bottom eyelids.

SAM WINCHESTER

Sam smiled softly as Annabeth tried to comprehend what he just said she could do with her mind, whilst keeping her safe beside him as they headed across the street and to the doors to the diner, where he saw Ruby already there waiting for them through the glass windows. He gave her the look to get rid of the black eyes before he entered the diner with Annabeth and over to Ruby. "Thanks for coming back" he said to Ruby finally.