[System]
Screen name: (Originally Mystic Ivy) Currently Saintly Ivy

Age: 16

Appearance: (Words work, as does a picture. If you use a picture, place it at the top of the sheet)

Nationality: America

Personality: Enjoys caring for others and is always ready to make you a warm meal, quick to comfort others, but at the same time she will scold those she feels out of line and can come across as domineering. She does not like admitting she is wrong. Her take on protecting people is just that, invisible defenders, they should do their best to avoid revealing themselves but the protection of others comes first.

Biography: Born into a well off family, her parents raised her to be a well-mannered young lady. When they would go out to parties and donate large amounts of money to charities, she would give her spare money to strangers and cook for her friends. Sure she could have had others to cook it for her, but she enjoyed the act of cooking herself.

She was also well educated. Her parents could easily afford to send her to a private school and supplement her education with tutors. This left her with an education far exceeding that of a public school, but at the same time, so certain of her knowledge that she often refuses to admit she is wrong until shown solid evidence that she is wrong.

Adding to her education and upbringing her parents forced fencing and violin onto her, claiming hobbies would make her more "well rounded," well, one of these would make her experience as a magical girl easier, the other would just be good for entertaining. She also practiced gymnastics of her own volition, helping increase her flexibility and agility and keeps her own portion of the garden as her own, declaring that she would care for it herself

When she was twelve, she had left her house to spend time with her friends. One of them, Olivia, wandered off from the group and Jessica left the others to go find her. In an alley, she was attacked by a large creature. It looked more metal than flesh with rending metal claws and gnashing jaws of half metal and half teeth. Her rescuer swooped down and killed the beast. It was over in an instant. She barely even recalled looking at her savior, having no real recollection of the events or her appearance. She recalls the girl touching her and feeling a light, then she was gone. Jessica and her friends never found Olivia. The police investigation never turned up any leads and so Olivia vanished from their lives.

Jessica decided to try and fight back against those creatures that had attacked her and most likely killed her friend, in order to protect others. She somehow knew about her new abilities, perhaps something her savior had said that she couldn't quite remember.

Despite herself, she had trouble finding more of the monsters to fight, and the few she did, she couldn't quite defeat being forced to retreat, her fencing skills and sword proving inadequate to defeat them. In time she was taken under the wing of another, Claudette.

During her time under Claudette, Jessica learned how to use her newfound power to defeat the errors, and eventually discovered her ability to control the growth and form of plants. Claudette told to try and fashion the plants into a weapon, but it proved difficult and inefficient as a sword, a club was unwieldy and barbaric, so she settled on a whip made from a rose. After a lot of trial and error and just as many bandages, Jessica had a weapon fit to use against the errors.

When Jessica was 15, Claudette moved on, mostly because of the smaller number of errors appearing in the city. In that time, however, Jessica had learned how to strengthen her rose whip, so that it wouldn't break or be cut when striking metal or struck by something sharp, as well as enhancing her plant growth powers so that she could greatly enhance the speed with which a plant would sprout to full size, as well as grow just about anywhere, digging through concrete and metal to reach soil, even as a seed.

Now, she's managed to talk her parents into letting her attend her final years of school, overseas, in Italy. Even in Europe, she her parents will send her money whenever she needs(but surely even this will have limits if she presses too hard).

Experience Level: Veteran

Skills: Fencing, gardening, cooking, athletic/gymnast, a plethora of useless trivia about various fictional series(including some magical girl anime), Exotic Weapons(Whips)

Magical Power:

Plant Manipulation(First Act): Allows Jessica to control the growth speed and pose plants, to an extent. This skill has almost no combat use without a little creativity.

Rose Whip(First Act): Expanding on her Plant Manipulation, Jessica is able to craft certain melee weapons from plants, her favorite being the rose whip, which is basically and elongated and flexible rose stem, covered in thorns and enhanced by her magic, it causes deep cuts. It can be retracted back into a normal rose.

Plant Manipulation Mk2(Second Act): Through use of her powers and practice, Jessica has unlocked further power and control over it, allowing her to almost instantly sprout a tree from a seed or use a vine as a weapon with which to grab and bind her opponent(as just a couple examples). She now carries seeds with her to use to sprout her plants, that can now grow in any terrain, provided they can still reach the soil below it, sometimes quite difficult in cities. This also allows her to redirect her rose whip, mid attack, however it causes a loss in momentum, and thus attack damage.

[User]
Municipal District II - San Lorenzo Base

The hunt was dull.

After five years of the same thing, wandering from city to city, nation to nation, exterminating the Errors, Tsukimon Arata had finally come to this conclusion. Initially it had been difficult, as it was with any activity one was new at, but after the first year the risky edge had begun to fade more and more with each passing day. Of all the Errors she had fought, only one stuck out in her mind, the one which she had failed to kill - and the one which had not killed her.

Foolishness.

Tsukimon closed her eyes, sitting with the left leg out and the other knee raised, resting her right arm across the knee and her back to a wall. The vacant warehouse Silva and herself had claimed in San Lorenzo was like the many others in this area - big, spacious and formerly used by art students from the near by University. They went unchecked by any local authority for the most part, and it had become a sort of tradition for students to turn these places into their 'studios' of work. It was a decent enough cover, even if she was the only one who could possibly pass for a university student...just. To help pass this off, Tsukimon had spent the better part of a week brushing up on her caligraphy and artistic skills to leave around the place on giant canvases in classic student style. If it were up to her though, the place would be spartan besides maybe a few beds and a kitchen area to work with. Heating and electricity were not a problem either. Mob money did wonders, and her grandfather was nice enough to treat her like a princess still.

All in all, it was starting to look pretty homey, and that was not something Tsukimon was all too eager about. She was what errornet dubbed a 'Wandering Magical Girl', and she acknowledged this. At this rate however, she might just start becoming attached to the warehouse and her team. How frustrating. She had been making an effort to be a leader for this 'team' of theirs while at the same time remaining distant - but that was not going well. She lead, yes, but trying to remain professional and formal with the others was difficult. Marie and her cooking was mostly to blame.

Damn Marie and her absurdly good cooking.

A sigh escaped Tsukimon's lips, moving her mind away from such thoughts and onto nothingness, taking this peaceful moment to meditate...or sleep, depending on who you asked.

[Assistant]
One thing that Jasmine had gotten really good at was maintain her 'James' form for longer and longer periods of time. Since she still had to attend school as a guy, she had to learn how to get through the school day without running out of magic. In the beginning, it was struggle; she had to take frequent bathroom breaks and spent her entire lunch period somewhere out of sight to recover what little magical power she could. She also had countless close calls, where she was slowly changing back in front of other people. Despite now having superpowers, her life was a nightmare.

Granted things did start to get better; it became easier to maintain her male form, and she also found a therapeutic way to let off steam, destroying Errors. She also found a support group of sorts in the form of a Magical Girl team, something that felt really strange to Jasmine. Despite now having a female body, her mind was still very much male, and she was also approaching 'that' part of her life. Although she didn't really have any romantic feelings for any of them right now, it served as a bitter reminder that she'd never find a romantic partner. While she was still too young to be obsessing over something like that, she was still old enough that the thought that it was no longer possible for her was depressing. Being trapped in a girl's body was horrible for Jasmine, so much so that she hid her original gender from her teammates out of shame.

'It's sad really; mom sent me here in hopes of killing my dream to save me, and I end up in more danger then my dad was in at his job' Jasmine thought bitterly as she walked to the team's hideout; an apartment that Jessica had bought for them. It was insane really; the thought of a girl being from a family so rich that they could just give their daughter the money to buy an apartment. Reaching the door, she pulled out her key and unlocked the door "hey! Anyone here yet?" she asked as she entered

[User]
Adalina came walking into her favourite cafe in whole Rome with a slightly annoyed look on her face this afternoon. However, that changed rather quickly when she saw one of her comrades in arms and friends sitting at one of the tables, already enjoying the divine nectar of the gods, known as coffee. She waved at Catherine, walked over to the table and sat down across from her, letting a long sigh escape from her mouth as she leaned back and finally allowed herself to relax.

"Did your parents tell you the same things over and over again, as if you were baby, when you still were living back in Canada, Cath? I swear, either my father has temporal amnesia whenever he's going on a business trip, or he thinks I'm still and will forever be 5 years old. 'Don't let any people into the house you don't know. No parties. No boys. The wine cabinet is taboo. Remember to brush your teeth at least twice a day. Don't stay up too late. No playing around with your friends until you've done your homework. Oh and of course, no boys'. It's like a broken recording, which just repeats itself over and over again."

Seeing as her friend already had something to drink, Adalina waved the friendly woman in her early twenties known as Maria, who worked at the cafe, over to them to order something herself.

"Good afternoon, Maria! Could you get me a cup of coffee too, please? The smell of Cath's will just make me drool all over the table otherwise. Oh and Cath, do you think we should get some cake right away, too? The double chocolate colossus looks especially delicious~"

[Assistant]
"Hey." Sam was the first to greet Jasmine as she entered the apartment, though she didn't bother looking up at the other girl's arrival either. She was sat in the living room, leaned back in one of the arm chairs, quite contently reading a book. It was The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman, one of several books she had brought from home when she had moved into Jessica's apartment. "How was your day?" she added absent-mindedly, less because she actually cared about Jasmine's time at school and more because she just wanted to seem polite.

Sam hadn't been to school for a couple of weeks now. What was the point, really? She had no real friends back in England, nor did she ever feel she'd ever be able to graduate, be able to go to college with decent grades and get a normal job. Or live a normal live, not that she wanted to. What was so great about being normal anyway? She'd been given this power thanks to Annie, and she was determined to make good use of it.

And, after all, it was Annie who had suggested she come to Rome.

"They've got more magical girls over there," Annie had once told her while the two had been sat at the computer. Annie, or QueenOfWands as she called herself online, had shown Sam the Errornet. It was like a support site for magical girls, teaching them about their powers, how they worked. It was pretty amazing, actually. Sam had gotten herself registered. As Annie had used the name of a Tarot Card for her screen name, Sam had done the same and registered under TarotIX.

Tarot IX, the ninth card the major Arcana: the Hermit.

"Why the Hermit?" Annie had asked, somewhat surprised. She had been sure Sam would choose something like the Magician, or maybe the Sun or Moon or Star cards.

"Well..." Sam had mumbled in a somewhat embarrassed fashion. "My magical girl form sort of looks like the Hermit, doesn't it?"

But in truth, the reason she had chosen the Hermit had nothing to do with looks.

Now, Sam sighed to herself as she turned the page of her book, pushing away depressing thoughts and hoping to lose herself once again in a world of magic and wonder.

[User]
"I'll say it again: What the hell do you mean by 'I'm sorry I bumped into you'?! Are you even a man?! Take responsibility! Tell me to my face that you're looking to pick a fight with a 14 year old girl!"
The man looked around nervously, finding him surrounded by a large group who would probably take the girl's words at face value. The crowd that had formed watched with rapt attention at the confrontation between the young teenager and mid-20s salaryman.
"But... I didn't mean to bump into you. It's a big crowd. And I'm apologizing," the man said hesitantly.
"So you're trying to get my attention so you can sex me, you sick pervert?! SELF DEFENSE OVERDRRIVE!" the girl shouted indignantly, before performing a well formed if heavily improvised kick into the man's leg, the man falling over with a grimace.
"What the f- OW! God damn it, what did I do to you?!"
"Insult my honor!" the girl replied, giving him a light tap to the head that would knock him conscious.
Murmurs about the damn sex offenders in this town and where to get the self defense classes she was taking went unnoticed as Caligetta strolled into the nearby cafe: Zepelli's.
She sat down at the only table with familiar faces and greeted her comrades with a nod.
"Could you add another coffee please? Two sugars. And milk."

[Assistant]
Jessica had left the school and made a stop on her way home and left the store clutching a sack in her arms. She'd gotten a couple weird looks as she carried it through the streets, towards the apartment, but she paid them no mind.

Jessica arrived at the apartment a short time later, still holding the sack in her arms, only to set it down long enough to fish her key from her pocket. She opened the door behind the younger girl and stepping in, clutching the sack in her arms. Closing the door behind her with her foot, she greeted the other two, "Good afternoon. How was school today girls?"


[System]
Personal Characteristics
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Birthplace: Brazil

Mental Characteristics
Known Languages: English, Portuguese
Lures: Adrenaline rush, beautiful women
Temperament: Choleric

Hidden Characteristics
Desires: Power and fulfillment
Secrets: Spontaneous fainting spells

Philosophical Characteristics
Morality: Does what he thinks is best for himself, regardless of the consequences
Perception: The glass is as full as he chooses to fill it

Spiritual Characteristics
Religion: Agnostic
Virtues: Diligence
Vices: Greed, Pride, Lust

Supernatural Characteristics (LOCKED)
Abilities: Flight; influence over human/animal behavior; physical durability; longevity

Social Characteristics
Emotional Stability: Can be somewhat volatile
Humor: Sarcastic
Reputation: Known to cause trouble

Physical Characteristics
Height: 6'
Weight: 170lbs
Species: Fallen angel
Hair Color: Black
Eye color: Green
Scars: He has some in various places from fighting (hands, arms, torso, ect.)

Health and Fitness
Addictions: None
Handicaps: Spontaneous fainting spells with no known cause

[User]
October 2, 2015
New York, NY
8:32AM

Roman groaned and rolled over on his bed, sinking into the comfort of the soft mattress, and drawing the warm blanket over his still-aching head. He knew he must've been dancing on the line of alcohol poisoning to be in this much pain the next day. That damn Cindy… This was her fault. He wouldn't have had so much to drink if he hadn't been so pissed off at her for ruining his chances with any of the girls at that bar. He almost wished she was still around so he could give her a piece of his mind.

"Ugh…" he moaned as a fresh wave of pain hit him. He was never getting out of bed again. Ever. Not even if New York City caught on fire and Superman came to put it out and started taking pictures with all the residents. Not even if…

His stomach let out a loud growl.

Well, that would do it.

Roman sat up slowly and twisted at the waist to let his legs hang over the side of his bed. It was annoying to have to move in small increments like that, but it was all he could manage with his killer hangover. He looked up at the mirror that hung from the door across from where he was sitting. He looked like a complete wreck. His black hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and his usually clear, green eyes were bloodshot. His body was covered in bruises from what he could only guess was a fight with someone at the bar—perhaps the bouncer?

He got up from the edge of the bed and meticulously put on a set of clean clothes—nothing fancy, just a long sleeved, black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. After that, he went to the bathroom to fix up his ratty hair and brush his teeth. He used mouthwash as an extra measure to get rid of the alcohol on his breath. After all, he didn't want to leave his apartment looking like a homeless drunk.

On his way out, Roman downed some Tylenol, threw on a leather jacket, and slid a pair of sunglasses over the bridge of his nose to aid in the nursing of his hangover. He would be damned before he let a headache keep him away from crispy bacon.

--

For efficiency's sake, Roman walked to the nearest café, Morning Star, which was only two blocks from his apartment. He just wanted to be in and out. Full quick, and back home even quicker. The annoying little bell chimed when he opened the door to the restaurant, and a cheery hostess greeted him with an unholy amount of enthusiasm for the morning.

"Good morning, sir! Just one?" she asked in a bubbly voice.

"Yeah, just me," Roman muttered. He rolled his eyes behind his darkly tinted sunglasses. Hostesses always asked how many would need seating, even when the answer was obvious. It was part of their job, and he knew that, but in his irritable state, he thought the question made her sound dumb. However, he chose not to pick a fight so early in the day and held his tongue.

The young woman led him to an empty booth, "A server will be with you shortly."

Roman nodded and sat down. He opened up the menu on the table, passing the time by searching for a good looking breakfast plate as he waited for his server to arrive.

[Assistant]
October 2, 2015
New York, NY
7:30 AM

Abigail woke up to her alarm, hitting the snooze button as she let out a big yawn. In her half-asleep state, she clumsily got up from bed and made her way to the bathroom to wash up and fully wake up. Wobbling over to her closet, she tiredly picked out her uniform for work, where she was a server for a café called Morning Star. It was a part time job that she had gotten a few months ago while she looked for a better career in between the few classes she needed in order to have a degree in photography and international studies.

The uniform consisted of a deep red, buttoned down shirt that was tucked into her black skirt that reached knee-length, along with black tights underneath. She also wore a black and red apron with a black ribbon bow to tie around her shirt collar, similar to a men's formal tie. Wrapping her light brown hair in a bun, she puts on her black cap to hide her hair in and slipped on her work shoes.

Checking the time now and then, Abigail began to make herself a bit of breakfast as she drank some coffee that had been brewing while she was changing. As she served herself a plate of two Sunny-Side Ups with toast and some sausage, Abigail walked to her small table and ate at a steady pace, still making sure she had time to get to work. It was a rather quiet routine, and sometimes Abigail did miss having company around to at least have someone to talk to. Being the only one in her apartment wasn't her ideal lifestyle, but she was stuck with it nonetheless. After a few minutes of enjoying her meal, she placed the dirty dishes into the sink and grabbed her small backpack and keys, heading out to work, which was only a few blocks away from where she lived, making it really convenient for her in case she forgot something or wanted to go home for lunch.

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Arriving at work at around 8 o'clock, Abigail was soon put to work, taking orders from customers, taking them to the chef, greeting customers as they walk into the door and serving the food, all with excellent service and a smile. Doing all of that as a server came fairly easy for her, as she liked to talk to people and help them out with anything that they needed in order to make their visit more enjoyable. She just loved the sight of people genuinely happy with their food on the daily basis.

About less than an hour into the shift, Abigail heard the bell chime as a man walked into the café. She looked over to where she was at in the cash register and spotted the man, seeing that he was wearing dark clothes and a pair of sunglasses. He looked a bit peculiar to her, but she shrugged it off and continued to get the bill for a previous customer. This should give the man some time to look over the menu and decide what to order while he waited for her to be done with the customer. Abigail went over to him a minute after she got the money for the customer's order, now taking her notepad and pen in her hands while she approached the new customer.

"Good morning, sir! My name is Abigail and I'll be your server for today." Abigail greeted him with a bright smile. "Would you like something to drink while you decide on your order, or are you ready for me to take it now?" She asked, the words coming naturally out of her mouth as she had experience in the job, as well as her genuine kindness towards the customers.

[User]
Roman hard a hard time focusing on the small print of the menu. Having gotten only three hours of sleep—he didn't count his blackout because he had no idea how long he was unconscious—it was hard to pay attention to anything. That, and the incessant aching in his head made it damn near impossible to read. He sighed and rubbed his temples. Just as he was getting frustrated, a waitress walked up and greeted him. She had the same cheerful tone as the hostess who had met him at the door. He looked up at her over his sunglasses. He paused.

What a piece of work! She was the most beautiful girl he had seen in a while. A definite eleven on a scale of one to ten. Her long, brunette hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, and her blue eyes felt like they were piercing into his soul. As for her body… Infinitely better than the blonde girl at the bar. What was her name? Something starting with an 'L'… Oh well, it didn't matter anymore.

"Hi, Abigail," Roman said with his most charming smile. He removed his sunglasses and set them on the table. "I'll have a coffee to start. Whatever is your strongest." He was glad he had cleaned himself up before he left his apartment. He would never have a shot with a girl like this if he looked like a vagabond. It seemed luck was on his side for once in his life. "Also, I must say," he added coyly. "It's a pleasure having such a pretty waitress to take my order.

[Assistant]
Abigail felt herself get a bit flustered as the man suddenly gave her a charming smile. Nodding as she took note of his request for strong coffee, she felt her cheeks heat up just a tiny bit as he complimented on her looks. Sure, Abigail would be complimented on her looks all the time by various people, and she would dismiss them and go on with whatever she was doing, but the man had managed to catch her a little off guard. It was a little strange, but Abigail made sure that she didn't show her flustered emotions to the customer. Something about him made her a bit weary, but she couldn't judge him right off the bat without knowing him first. Although she did have to admit, the guy looked charming.

"Aw, well, thank you for the compliment, but I'm sure you have met plenty of women who are prettier than me." Abigail replied, becoming naturally humble. She didn't feel like she can be compared to other women. "It is my pleasure serving you today. I will be back with your coffee sir, if you'll give me just a moment." With that, she quickly walked to the kitchen, taking a mug and saucer from the racks and a coffee pot of the strongest coffee they had readily available, taking it back to the man. Arriving at the table, she smiled at him as she served him his coffee.

"How is your morning going? Are you having trouble choosing something to eat for breakfast?" She asked with sincerity, giving a passing server the coffee pot who had asked for it.

[User]
A smirk tugged at the corner of Roman's lip. He could tell that Abigail was struggling to hide her embarrassment, but the pink glow that formed in her cheeks gave away the truth. He had her hooked. Now he just had to seal the deal somehow. His green eyes glossed over her form one more time as he thought about different approaches to try. She seemed like the bashful type, so compliments were probably his best bet.

"Certainly not!" he exclaimed to the waitress when she humbly said that there were prettier women than her. "You're the most beautiful woman I've met in quite a long time. I mean it!"

When she left to prepare his coffee, he turned back to his menu, squinting hard. He was a bit more awake now, so he could read the menu better than before. He chose a couple of breakfast dishes that looked good and filling, and then he spent the rest of his waiting time by searched his memory for lines that had worked on other women in the past. He didn't want to mess this up in his tired, hungover state.

Soon, Abigail came back, asking him a flurry of questions. "Not gonna lie, my morning hasn't been the greatest," Roman answered with a one-shouldered shrug. "But it's getting better." He winked at her flirtatiously. "As for my order, I've got a couple of options picked out, but I'd love it if you would tell me what your favorite breakfast is here."


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
Ayame
Phoenix Wing
Nero

Ayame was already getting used to the crowd a little more. She already figured out not many of the other guild members were paying attention to her so she was eased a little bit more. However she still carefully took one step at the time looking hastily around herself if she didn't annoy anyone by stepping into their vision or something. Once she was about 2 meters out of the toilet a certain somebody sneaked up on her already and gave her a (hearth) suprise attack. She jumped up from Nero his voice and immediatly turned around yelping at him while tears had already appeared in her eyes "Do-don't scare me like that!" The expression on her face told that she was a little mad at him for teasing her, already a lot had happened so quickly it was just a bit to much. But when she saw what was happening with his hands and around her body she stepped back waving both her hands at him in a 'no' gesture "No, no, no not again" She had closed her eyes already but soon realised she didn't feel any different.

Ayame slowly opened up her eyes again and saw what he did just now. It was somewhat blurry but it was clear what he did to her "O sorry, I tought you might have... turned me into a animal again..." She emberasly looked away for a moment and felt the glasses on her face being taken away. Ayame curiously looked at Nero with his new pair of glasses on his face and started looking over her own clothes herself. She hadn't seen herself like this in ages, her face was glittering of happiness as she felt the fabric of all the different clothing parts. She gave a double nod at Nero as a big smile sparkled on her face. She kept feeling the fabric of the clothes with her hands while talking to Nero "So you are a mage for sure now. But what is your magic called? I haven't seen it before."

[Assistant] Melina and Mithera Mithera looks up when Karn comes back, and she's completely clean of blood, revealing her nice white fur. She had been relaxing on a low-lying branch, and when Karn showed up and placed the dead animal down, she flew over onto his back and nuzzled her tiny head against his back. She was glad he was nice enough to go get her food, and she did a little glide down to the carcass and dug in, getting blood all over her. Melina just rolled her eyes in mock distaste. "Thanks Karn, I guess. When you're both done eating I can convert the body into magic power, which'll refill my magic power as well as not attract any local predators to here. But, just eat up. I'll be over... here." Melina slipped out of sight of the two animals. Maybe she was just a little squeemish about blood, despite her magic. Mithera just continued to chomp and rip away at the dead deer Karn had brought like it was going to be her last meal, though she wasn't making much of a dent in the creature.

[User]
Tamashii@BrodZ11711@Amaya Tamashii

Nolan didn't even look Fleo in the eye. He just kept his gaze towards the ground and walked passed her, blush tinted his face heavily from sheer embarrassment for that side of him to be seen. They would both arrive in front of a simple wooden carriage that was able to move by itself due to a magic enchantment that allowed an object to move when given a set destination. He opened the door and simply motioned Fleo to follow him inside, not saying word. He sat down on the red velvet seat and looked at the window to view the outside just so he could avoid her gaze. As soon as Fleo sat down the wagon began to move and made its way over towards Phoenix Wing so they can pick up Amaya and Lucas.

[Assistant]
Karn
Fiore || On the way to Mt. Hakobe village
Interacting: Mithera, Melina, Zero/Zenoram, Damian

Karn purred softly as he felt Mithera nuzzle against his back before watching her dig into the carcass. Tilting his head at Melina's words, blinking a little as she seemed a bit less excited about this. Here he thought she would be digging in with them, maybe even cook her share of meat since regular humans seemed to need that. Still maybe it just wasn't her thing.

Waiting a little bit for Mithera to get her fill in, he started digging into the carcass as well. He didn't really waste any meat from prey. Simply because he was taught not to since every bit of meat helped when out surviving and it was disrespectful to the prey. But usually, it was never wasted since there were other scavengers waiting for their turn.

Ripping up most of the eat and gulping down the flesh, he decided he should bring some to the other males of the group and share. So he ripped off one of the legs of the buck that he left untouched, easily coming off as the rest was mostly blood, bone and some scraps of flesh other than what he left for Mithera.

"I'm going to see if the others want some." he chirped, before the piece picked up the leg with his blood stained jaws and bounded back where the others were left.

When he arrived, he bounded over to Zero and Zenoram and dropped the leg to their feet. "Hey Zero-kun, Zenny, Dammy! I caught some food do you want some?" he asked cheerfully, tail wagging ever so slightly.

[User]
~*~Amaya VanIsis~*~

Amaya watched Floe and Nolan leave to go retrieve the dreaded carriage. She gulped some wishing that she could get out of going on this mission that has her to a great disadvantage in so many ways. They were heading to a dry hot area, something Amaya avoided like the plague. This place they were going to fit another mage which would mean her attempt at keeping her magic secret was going to be next to impossible. Alpng with the simple facts they were going by carriage which will make amaya's motion sickness active and that was plain embarrassing. What a way to start out.

[Assistant] Melina and Mithera Once Mithera was finished eating, she flew over to the spot where Melina had been waiting, and came back clean of blood, again. This time she landed on Karn's back while she was still eating, curling up, and glad to have a full belly. When he began bounding back to the carriage, she lifted her head up a little, and sunk her tiny claws into his back just enough to hold on. She climbed up onto his head once he had stopped and began offering the leg to everyone else, with her front paws on his head and her rear ones on his shoulders, stretching forward. She enjoyed being small sometimes, since she could do things she couldn't do in larger forms, though it always had its drawbacks. She stayed up in that manner until she felt Karn was likely getting uncomfortable, and settled back down on his back, sitting. After a short time, Melina came back as well, and just shot a glance around before climbing back into the carriage.

[User]
Master Jamie

Jamie smiled at Alexi, and nodded, "of course. We can step back into my office. Lucas, I'll talk to you next" She said, as she led Alexi back to the small room that Jamie conducted things in. Mainly looking through job requests, or research. it was messy, full of papers and books, spread out over the place, a result of his search for an answer to Wes's disappearance as well as research on Edolas.

Moving a few things, Jamie found what appeared to be a blue print. "oh. Thats where that went. And here I was, saying the builders must have lost it. Well. No matter" Jamie said, turning to Alexi, "Sit"

Jamie sat, pushing aside a stack of job requests as he leaned one elbow on the desk.

[Assistant]
Phoenix Wing
The flower to his speech, this man had to be a poet. She playfully rolled her eyes as he gave them, what Vivian would call, a blanket compliment. Works well on crowds.

Trinity never really liked Vivian.

But, this man didn't quite seem to be as - aaah, how to say - as much of a social "chess player," so to speak. That could be yet another air, used to decieve, but how far was she willing to doubt?

"So then, you are his... brother? An interesting way to speak of your brother, if you ask me." Then again, this guy could have meant a number of things. It was hard to tell, honestly. But... at this point, she had no real reason to doubt him. "Well, he just left. Not sure where to, or really how long it'll take him. You're welcome to wait here for a bit, if you like."


[System]
Appearance:

He's doesn't look nearly as muscular looking
Race: Human
Class: Arcane Brawler
Main-Hand Weapon: Unarmed
Off-Hand Weapon: None
Secondary Weapon: Dagger
Armor: Cloth
Powers: Heated Hand: By channeling mana into his hand, Separ can heat his hands up till they are as hot as a small campfire. The effect doesn't last all that long, but it does hurt quite a bit if you get punched with it.
Gut-buster: Separ throws a strong punch towards an opponents gut and sends a small shockwave of energy through them. The shockwave itself doesn't do any damage, but it does have the chance of causing nausea in the opponent. A particularly lucky strike may even have Separ's adversary throw up on the spot. (slight damage increase, may cause nausea)
Flurry of blows (stance): Attacks an enemy rapidly at the cost of accuracy.

Skills: Fighting Unarmed: Separ Kurel is skilled at fighting unarmed. His fists and feet are a deadly weapon.
Immense Focus: Separ Kurel has a large amount of focus, and is not easily distracted during battle or any other task that involves an attention to detail or a large amount of concentration. (See Weaknesses)
Mobility: Separ Kurel has no trouble moving or fighting on uneven/unstable terrain unless the terrain is extremely bad.

Weaknesses: Larger Opponents: Separ has trouble harming any creature that is more than twice his size. Punches and kicks just don't seem to be as effective.
Scared of the undead: Separ is both afraid and repulsed by undead creatures such as (but not limited to) zombies, ghosts, and ghouls. He oftentimes will refuse to go near one of them unless it's a desperate situation. He finds them to be unnatural, and will easily get distracted by them, especially if they're rotting and/or targeting him specifically.

Personality: Separ is an alright guy. He's nice, decently reliable, and likes helping other people out, though at times he can be a bit lazy, opting to relax and do the work later if it's something he considers unimportant. He loves the thrill of a good fight, but doesn't go out of his way to actually start a fight unless he has an actual reason to do so. He loves all kinds of food, and will happily chow down on most dishes. Flirting woman may cause him to become a little flustered, as he does not know how to react to their advances.
Background: Separ Kurel was born to your pretty standard family. He was an only child and lived happily with his parents. They weren't rich, but they weren't poor either and could afford a little luxury now and then. As Separ grew older he decided that he'd like to be an adventurer. Thoughts raced in his head, ones of him fighting dragons and demons, saving peoples lives, and the like. Of course once he was finally old enough, Separ realized he couldn't decide on what path to pursue. The path of weaponry, or the path of magic.

A few weeks had passed without any progress on what would be the best profession to choose. One day Separ witnessed a fight though, one between an unarmed man fighting off one magic user, as well as a swordsman and hammerman. The unarmed man's movements were graceful and fluid as he dodged, weaved, and countered each and every attack. Separ immediately was entranced and thought about becoming a fist fighter for a moment, but quickly realized he could still be easily killed with just plain fist fighting. However at that very moment the magic user charged up a particularly powerful fireball as the unarmed man was distracted punching and kicking the hammerman. He quickly turned around at the sound of the fireball and instead of dodging it his hands seemed to glow a bluish color as he punched the fireball breaking it apart with his magic power. At this the other three men surrendered and the man went on his way back home. Separ could hardly believe his eyes and after a moment of reminiscing about what had just happened moments ago before running after the man and begging him to teach him how to fight. The man agreed to give him a few pointers in exchange for beer money which Separ happily paid. The advice the man gave however, was rather shallow leaving Separ wanting to learn more. The man realized Separ was serious and decided to become his teacher for free (and more beer money)

The training was long, tough and arduous, but it eventually paid off as Separ could now channel mana into his body and limbs and fight decently using only his body. He was now ready for an adventure.

Other: Arcane Brawler spells are sophisticated enough so that they don't burn their own clothes off. (Separ actually lost quite a bit of money replacing his clothes when training.)

[User]
Carver arrived in Ravenwood in the afternoon. It was a beautiful day in the country - all around was quiet, and the sun shone through the leaves in just that way that made Carver feel as though the goddess were truly with him. As the wagon he was riding pulled in through the gates, he waved here and there at passing townsfolk, and was often rewarded with a smile or a polite wave.

The wagon came to a halt and he dismounted, his armor clanking loudly as he landed. The farmer whose family he had been traveling with for the past few days approached him, and Carver gave the man a warm smile.

"My friend," he said, "I believe this is where we part ways."

"Yes, milord," the farmer responded, still using the honorific Carver has insisted repeatedly was not necessary. "We will be awful sorry to see you go. How much do we owe you?" The man responded, fumbling for his coinpurse.

Carver has expected that the man would attempt to compensate him for his services 'escorting' the family, though in truth he had only scared off a few petty thieves. The paladin held a hand out to the man, still smiling. "No such payment is required. Keep it. Feed your children, and raise them in the light of the sun."

The farmer nodded. "I, uh, yes milord. I will. Thank you."

Carver put his hand to his breast and bowed before turning away and walking into the crowd. It was time to find some wrongs and set about righting them - the marketplace would be as good a place as any to start.

[Assistant]
Suki nervously stepped out from the narrow path between buildings, her eyes shifting as she cautiously looked over everyone nearby. From what it looked like, there wasn't anyone screaming for anything similar to those witch hunt riots that the church had done hunting her down. Making sure her cloak was covering her body, with the hood obscuring her head, she daintily slipped out, mingling with the crowd at the marketplace.

Although she tried to stay as inconspicuous as possible, it seems that her cloaked figure was something that my catch the eyes of a few. Suddenly feeling a hand grip her arm, she quickly spun around, only to realize it was a merchant. "We have good prices!" Heavily accented, the merchant gestured at his wares, or in this case, fresh produce. Feeling a slight bit hungry, she nodded, before pointing at an apple.

"Good eye, good eye, that would be-" The merchant started to speak, before Suki raised her hood slightly, revealing her face to him. Winking, she raised a finger to her lips. "Bring the apple. I'll make the payment through other means~' Whispering with such a sultry tone, the merchant was by no means resilient against such a tactic.

The two hurried towards a more quite alley, where Suki leaned in, and kissed the merchant. Whatever giddy thoughts that raced through the merchant's mind, was soon replaced by a lethargy. The man soon sank to the ground, the expression of ecstasy plastered on his face. "For a farmer, your energy wasn't too bad of a taste." Muttering such words mostly to herself, she quickly picked up the apple, and re-entered the hustle and bustle of the marketplace, taking bites from her newfound food.

[User]
Vis trudged through the dense mud, tired and with a gloomy expression on his face, though it would be difficult to make out, his scarf worn tightly around his face and over his nose, obscuring the expression and the gaping hole in his maw. Vis had been accosted by a group of thugs on the main road, though this generally wasn't an issue as he would run away and they would lose interest eventually but it seemed these things were desperate, as they chased him half way into the moor before deciding it was no longer worth it. He didn't like running away, if there was only one or two of them he would have stood his ground, unfortunately there were half a dozen.

He tilted his head up to the sky to find light grey plooms of smoke in the distance, beyond the hill that was beyond the next. There were too many points of smoke for it to be a campsite but not quiet enough to be an industrial estate, so he figured it must have been some little township.

Vis made it to 'Ravenwood' in the afternoon, drained from the task of traversing through mud that felt only the need to slow him down, so with some relief he slung his pack around so it was under his nose and opened it. He saw the cobbled street. His mood quickly turned dower, the bottom of his pack must have snagged on a branch and have been torn, spilling it's contents. 'that's why those highway men turned, they just had to pick up what they wanted.' With a sigh, he took what was left in the pack and cast it into an alleyway, though funnily enough all that was in there was the child's encyclopedia his mother gave him before leaving, so he could brush up on reading skills. Vis tucked the book into his leather armor and wandered forth.

The market district was buzzing with activity, buyers haggling over prices and venders hawking their wares, though all Vis needed was a replacement pack and a few basic bits. Wandering the stalls and booths, he found nothing met his eye, mostly because of the high prices but also because many of the packs were just of low quality. Unsatisfied, he walked through the market, casting a faint green cone of light from his cursed green eye.

[Assistant]
There could be nothing, nothing at all in the whole world quite so amazing and attractive as black powder. It was a wonderful thing. Not that had anything to do with this however.

"Alrighty then sir, all fixed up! I told you it would be worth the tools." Kelvin ducked back out from beneath the wagon, finished working on the new fixed-axle bearings. Intricate things, and prone to sticking if not kept clean and well greased. In this particular case, the owner had left an axle cap off whilst traveling, and a bit of dirt and mud later... BAM. Frozen axle. It really didn't take much in the ways of tools to fix, just a delicate touch, some boiling water, and some clean grease. The owner didn't need to know that though. "Aye, was a pleasure indeed sir."

He had always wanted to get in on the inside of one of those fixed-axle wagon wheels, see what was really going on in that hub. It was quite intriguing really, two cones, one inside of the other, and each lined with miniscule rollers that spun about eachother. Combined with a slathering of grease, and the wheels were practically floating! Of course... If yeh didn't cover them properly, the dirt and debris would foul it up quicker than a necromancer in a chapel. It was payment enough to just take one apart. Kelvin opened his backpack, scanned over it's contents quickly, and sighed. No food, only a bit of gold. Besides that, he didn't truly feel like sleeping on the cold, hard ground again tonight. Tools of the trade were expensive, especially when most people had no idea what black powder even was. Only one thing to do. Head for an inn.

Kelvin kicked the door open to the inn loudly, if he was going to do this, he would do it in style. Not that anyone inside could have seen him turn the handle on the door before kicking it- partially so he wouldn't have to fix it later, and partially because he wasn't strong enough to kick it open anyway. "You there! I'm calling you out."

He strode to the small bar, heads rotating, and took a short survey, picking a semi-muscular man who wasn't facing him. Kelvin put a hand on his shoulder, and turned the man around, finding a woman instead. Inside, part of him died a bit, and the other shrieked with fright. "Sorry, wrong person." Just had to sidle away from that one. This time he chose a younger looking man.

"Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you." He made is voice deeper for a moment, and then winked conspiritorially, sitting down. "I am in need of a dry place to sleep, and you look like you need a travel companion. Care to figure it out?" It was a shot in the dark, but worth making. There was a reason this guy was in an inn, sitting alone. "Call me Kelvin, by the way."

[User] As Separ continues to idly imagine adventures he is brought back into reality as he feels a hand touch his back. Separ turns around and listens to the man he starts wondering just how to respond, pausing to think about his actions. "Do I know you? Though actually I am looking for some companions. Wait, out of everyone here why choose me? You're not trying to rob me or something are you? Wait, umm, are you looking just for someone to travel with, or are you an adventurer as well?" Separ's words were quick and somewhat hard to follow. He had never done something like this before and wasn't exactly sure of himself and just how to proceed.


[System]
All I've got is my sword. You should have an easy time.
Nickname/Alias:
N/A

Gender:
Male

Age and date of birth:
14, Fifth of Januari

Age Appearance:
13 - 14

Sexuality:
Homosexual

Parents:
Wa Ling - Mother
Ken Ling - Father

Length and build:
5'0ft, lithe and thin. Rather than possessing bulky muscles, Toko has a thin frame, athletic like that of a dancer.

Weight:
90 Pounds

Favorite weather and season:
Spring and summer.

Village:
Konoha

Birthplace:
Konoha

Organization:
Shinobi Forces

Clan/Bloodline:
Ling

Rank:
Genin

Chakra Nature:
Fire

Appearance:
Toko possesses a thin frame, rather light skin and black hair. A set of brown eyes rest above his nose and peer at you with a soft smile stretching across his lips. There isn't much that would catch your eyes about this boy. He wears clothes that allows for freedom of movement and prefers to move about without much encumbrance.

Toko's body is what would be expected from a ninja his age. He's rather small which would lower the threat he'd impose to quite a drastic level. It would be uncommon to gaze upon this boy and expect much of a punch but as most would have learned through their experiences, in the world of the ninja, a person's size and age mean next to naught. Toko always wears outfits akin to his clan, consisting of an elegant silken vest that licks his thin torso rather tightly. Apart from the fingerless leather gloves donning has hands for a better grip, his arms are bare and leave little to imagination.

Upon his legs, Toko wears a pair of shorts reaching down to his kneecaps. Finally by his ankles the boy's ninja sandals take over and cover his feet. Most of the time, he'd leave it at that. He dislikes accessories as they get in the way and dresses in a way that reflects his view of life, simple. Across his waist there would often be a belt which holds his blade to the boy's side, ready to be drawn if such would ever be required.

He's not very creative when it comes to colours as most of his clothes are either black or grey, however a rather colourful personality can at times make up for it.

Personality:
What lurks behind that cute little smile of his? It's a question many have asked, but none has quite been able to decipher it. Toko doesn't appear to be menacing in the slightest and sometimes he could seem a bit 'too' innocent. However, those who know him also know that this is far from the case. While not quite an act, Toko appears to be incredibly humble and never measures himself with anyone. He would much rather simply step aside and allow the situation to take its course without violence or pride getting in the way.

One could call this cowardice but on the contrary, it's confidence. Toko doesn't feel like he has anything to prove to anyone but himself. He is very well aware that there will always be those who are stronger than he is, and there will always be those whom he can best without much of an issue. This is an objective truth which will always ring true no matter where you are, no matter when you are. In short, Toko sees no reason in measuring himself with others and has as such developed a calm, serene and harmonic personality which allows him to meet conflicts with a smile, an apology or a simple nod.

Of course, this humble personality does have the tendency of pissing some people off as they can take it as patronising. This is never the intent, however when words reach physical violence, Toko will never hesitate to commence combat. The boy is an incredibly protective individual and will do everything in his power to protect those he considers his friends. However, he is not a fool. Being a ninja, Toko has been taught to be disciplined and professional, never rash and foolhardy.

Quiet and without many words to share, Toko is still quite social. He enjoys contact with others but prefers to listen rather speaking. Words have a much greater impact if they are charged up with knowledge and wisdom, something that is acquired by listening. Speaking of which, Toko holds great respect towards his elders and gladly listens to their experiences as to learn from their lives. Respectful would be a great word to use when describing this boy, something he has been both praised and scolded for. He'd go as far as to respect his enemy as well, maybe to a fault. He much rather fights his opponent at full strength rather than resorting to the ninja way of using 'cheap tricks'. While a weakness, Toko stands his ground on this and would sooner give his opponent a sword than fighting an unarmed enemy. Calling it stupidity or honour makes little difference, as it is a code he has decided to live by.

History:
Toko grew up with a close relationship to his mother and father, both of whom were incredibly open minded and accepting individuals. They raised him well, but throughout his childhood, Toko kept mostly to himself and it grew with the years.

It was early that he learned that his mother had been struggling with a terminal illness but it didn't show itself very often. In fact, she was a very strong woman but with her energy being constantly sapped, it eventually became too much. What could be considered a perfect little family was down one member once the illness finally won the fight. Since childhood, Toko's mother had been an astounding warrior, but the one foe she could not beat was the illness draining her spirit. Her passing was hard on both Toko and his father but together they managed to struggle through it.

With her gone, Toko grew even more reserved and kept to himself most of the day. The passing of a year was enough to eventually crack a small hole in the shell he had created and he started to speak more and spend more time with his father. Their relationship grew stronger once the mourning had been going on for a while and things started looking up.

Ken continued with his missions, and Toko's grades at school were picking back up. Before and after his mother passed on, Toko's life was rather straight forward. His Bloodline Limit ability showed itself as early as ten years into his life and has since then been close to his heart. It has been the centre of his combat prowess and what draws his clan's capabilities.

Toko gets along with most people but has at times difficulties initiating meaningful conversations with others. It has however been noted that his ability to maintain social interactions with others has improved quite a bit over the years.

Since an early age Toko found great interest in the concept of bloodline limits and powers all together. Given the fact that he noticed how he was 'different' at such a young age, he quickly grew interested in what other people could do. He happily spent many hours listening to stories and tales of old, learning about various clans and their feats.

Theme Song:
youtube.com/watch?v=6hTr1lWlsng

Weapons/Items:

A light sword given to Toko by his father when he graduated from the academy. This blade holds no special properties apart from good craftmanship and is the young ninja's main weapon of choice.

Skills/Abilities:
Excellent - Kenjutsu and Taijutsu
Good - Athleticism and Acrobatics

Horrible - All other kinds of jutsu
Horrible - Ranged Combat
Horrible - Surprise attacks
Horrible - Variation
Horrible - Flexibility

Special Traits:
While wonderful physical fighters, the Ling clan are unable to manage even the simplest of jutsus beyond their own Kekkei Genkai.

Kekkei Genkai:
Chakra Enchantment
The ability to infuse an inanimate object with chakra to enhance its effect in various ways. A user of Chakra Enchantment can make a stick strong as steel or a sword supernaturally sharp. More advanced users can infuse items with flashy, flamboyant and explosive additions while others prefer a more subtle approach.

The size of the item in question decides the amount of chakra used to enchant it. Unless one has unlocked an advanced stage of his bloodline limit, one item at a time can be enchanted. It is easier to enchant solid items like steel and wood, rather than free flowing items such as cloth. Living, organic material has not been known to be effected by Chakra Enchantment.

It has been noted that not a single member of the Ling bloodline has been able to manage even the simplest of ninjutsu or genjutsu. It is safe to assume that the feat is impossible for them. It is speculated that chakra flows through their bodies in a different way and cannot be conjured into jutsu the way many other ninja can.

[User]
Seichi relaxed as he felt the soft touch coming from his shoulder.

"You're right. Of course we should grow together as a team, in both skill and bonds. I hope that further down the line, we'll be able to always be honest with each other and be there for one another."

Seichi smiled widely at the boy's reassuring statement feeling much more confident. He quickly then glanced as Sushi lowered onto the table. The dango he had eaten earlier was still settling in his stomach but Seichi knew he could make room as he felt his hunger return shorty at the sight of the Shushi on the table. Seichi grabbed his chopsticks and quickly snatched a single shushi from the plate, slowly laying the shushi down onto his tongue and savoring its taste.

He would then glance up as Asuka and Kanon came back. He debated with himself if apologizing was needed. In the end, he overall felt that he took part in provoking the Kunoichi thus felt he was also to blame. He quickly chewed the shushi that laid moistened in his mouth and swallowed, rushing to clear his mouth. "Yeah, sorry if I said anything unnecessarily before." He added rubbing the back of his neck. He tried to respectfully bow but ended up pulling too hard forward and slamming his head onto the table. He would comically lift his head with a face that expressed his playfulness and held back tears.

Returning his attention to the shushi, he would glance at Toko who stared off worryingly. Seichi's first thought was that Toko obviously did not like the Shushi but did not want to complain on behalf of Taibushi's generous payment. He came to realize that Toko must have been worrying about him, putting the subtle hints from before together. Seichi put one hand on Toko's shoulder, trying to mimic as he did before to Seichi.

"You know..." Seichi would say grabbing another shushi off the plate with his chopsticks and dropping it into his mouth. "This shushi sure makes a guy feel better" He would hope his remark would help ease Toko's worries a little more. Siechi's personally had been doing his best to trick himself into ignoring the pain. He himself did not know if it was serious or not and he refrained from speaking to his parents about, knowing how they'd overreact.

[Assistant]
Shingetsu Hozuki

Shingetsu shrugged to herself as Kanon pulled Asuka away and into an alley.

Like I said, she didn't mean any of it. Glad to see she's making amends so quickly.

She was just about to head back inside when she sensed someone's chakra from a rooftop. She quietly jumped up on the back side and watched as Taibushi created his ice sculpture. She looked down at the finished product appreciatively.

"Perhaps, friendship is worth pursuing, I suppose I should try to overcome my social ineptitude."

"I would say so. It's good to have people you can rely on, especially for us."

She smiled and took a seat a few feet away, on the rooftop's edge.

"I like that technique. It's quite a nice take on street art."

[User]
That goofy personality, the cartoonish behaviour and happy-go-lucky demeanor from Seichi was hard to place. It was really charming however and managed to pull Toko out of his drowning thoughts if even just for a moment. Softly reaching his hand up, Toko placed it atop Seichi's as his companion was comforting him, a hand on Toko's shoulder much like he had done for Seichi before. "Thank you..." The smaller boy offered, a minimal smile gazing back at the squad member he soon felt like calling a friend. It was sweet to see that the care for the group didn't just stretch one way, it was actually a give and take. "Y-yeah...this sushi really is good." Toko continued, dropping his hand down to the table as Seichi retracted his comforting touch.

Placing another sushi in his mouth, Toko tried to silence the worrying thoughts in his head with the pure taste of fish and rice. It was honestly quite astonishing how someone could manage something that simple yet make it so incredibly tasteful. Yes, simple is indeed sturdy and a sure shot. The more complicated something gets, the more components you need to consider. "I appreciate your compassion, Seichi." Toko would continue, his eyes raising themselves from the plate and onto Seichi's blue orbs. They were quite enchanting in a way, a beautiful contrast to his black hair and catlike smile. Noticing how he had been staring, Toko quickly broke the lock he had on Seichi's eyes, feeling it rude to have been staring at him. "I look forward to participating in a mission with you. I believe we would do quite well together." He'd offer a faint nod. Seichi was so full life, it was someone who would truly bring moral to the group, a great leader given the chance.

Eating another few pieces of sushi, Toko looked out across the table and saw how the others were mostly eating in silence. It would appear that he was rather alone in the thought that this dinner could help them all get to know each other. Though, that was fine. Once training and actual missions began to roll in, their bonds would undoubtedly be strengthened. While a professional and disciplined stance was the way of the ninja, true friends to always trust was the way of success. No one could handle everything on their own, after all. This dinner would be over soon and after a night's sleep, their journey would truly begin.


[System]
Age: 29

Gender: Male

Appearence: The character is inside a nano suit made for battle with the latest technology, the character has a large pony tail and a calm, but sturn look on his face, wich is covered by his helmet. His chest has a scar that has a cross shape. Long-ish leggs and short feet.

Personality: Calm, but serious at war, and other things. Doesn't really care about others. Lone wanderer. Doesn't speak much. Gratefull to those who join him. Fights for answers, honor and peace. "One blade, one purpose...", quiet, misanthrope.

Strenghts: Huzuni has the power to control the wind, but since he got upgraded into a nano samurai, his abilities have enhanced. He is able to finish oponents that are mid air, since they are left with nothing to do other then watch Huzuni finish them off... they are living their last breath. Enhanced vision, mobility, awareness and strength.

Weaknesses: Huzuni can get a little out of control when messed arround with his feelings. If cought out there's not much he can do. If the nano suit is disabled, he's left with his skills, wich for the time, are not effective.

Equipment: A full nano suit, wich has been created with the latest technology (Has a built in radar, a gliding kit, and more). A nano blade, wich was just an ordinary samurai sword that could only control wind. (Now, it can controll nano-energy, as well as wind)

Biography: Huzuni was once a normal samurai, that lived in Ionia - his place of birth. He lived a happy life with his friends and master, until one day... Ionia was attacked and Huzuni had to defend his master. He was full time alert, to make sure his master would be fine. His people needed him on the battlefield, so he decided to go and help them for as backup. But when he came back to check on his master, he was laid on the floor... with a cut on his heart. The master used his last breath to tell Huzuni that he got killed by a wind technique, wich only he knew. Huzuni has failed his people, and when everyone came to check on him as well, they tought he was the killer. Betrayed by his own, Huzuni became revolved, and became a lone wonderer. He had survived for 7 years alone, but then... a shadow attacked him with a strange force, wich killed Huzuni. Many, many years later. Huzuni has woken up from the dead on a laboratory, with a confused look on his face. The scientists explained to him what has happened, they turned him into: P.R.O.J.E.C.T H.U.Z.U.N.I ,even so, he was relieved and gratefull to them. Once he got up, he tested out his old and new abilities on a test room. He had fully recovered what he learned from his long dead master, and now, with the wind and nano-technology on his side. He became a mercinary it not for glory or money, but for answers, honor, and peace. Will he find out who the killer of his master was? Will he find out who, or what was, the mysterious shadow? One thing's for certain, Huzuni, will find out eventually... (Also, technicly, he's not 29, but... since he died when he was 29, it'll stay as such. Otherwise he'd be a lot older)

Romance: Yes, Straight, but doesn't talk much with females (or anyone in general)

[User] She turned to the one who had grabbed her."do you mind. This material is expensive. And as for why he was shot, the guy owed me money. Payed for mercenary services and well never payed" she said reaching down and grabbing his wallet

[Assistant]
" just wait until everyone has choked to death. Until then lets have a nice chat." He looked at Emma." I dont think you just betrayed him because
he owned you some money. was he your ex ?"

[User] "Really. I wouldnt date guys like him if you paid me. no this was purely business. Plus im not even part of his crew to begin with. i was Merc for hire, i got hired by this bag of shite over here then received a rather large payment for his death." she said turning back towards James "And anyway's whats it got to do with you whether he is my Ex or not. Jealous are we?" she Smirked

[Assistant] The escape capsules begin to shoot out from the sides of the ship. The remaining fighters cease their pursuit of Ramia and turn tail, as well as multiple mercenary spacecrafts burts out from the hangars, Even so, there's no doub that most of the ship's crew has been eliminated. Silence falls inside the ship and the radar soon stops beeping as the spacecrafts exit from it's range.

[User] " Jealous HA sorry lady not interested. You are a bit to cold for me." James then saw escape pods and other small ships fleeing." Oh no you dont." He Saïd with a sick smile. He turned on the turrets who started targetting anyting still in range. Expext for a few unlucky bastards most if the ships got away." Damm they Will go get reniforcements." He sighed and looked at the rest." Well then im gonna go get Artyem if anyone wants to go with me that would be a appreciated." Before he left the brige he opend one of the landing bay's for Ramia.

[Assistant] "If your in need of a skilled gunman then look no further" Emma said drawing her pistol again, this time just to show off. "Well for a price that is. but we can discuss that at a later date"

[User] Huzuni walked forward a bit and said a little angry about what has been said. "What is it that money gives you? It gives you happiness? There's nothing happy about a pile of gold in some fancy form. Honor, death, and peace. Those, are the things everyone should fight for. Survival is an instinct everyone follows, but there's allways a cost. «Want something? That'll cost...». Aren't any of you tired of that? I sure am, alot." The man said, trying to calm himself down. But the deal didn't seem trustworthy. Someone willingly offering a service that one could as easily gotten from someone else for free? It's absurd! "*Sigh* I guess we'll keep on waiting." He said, kinda bored in a situation like this, where not much could have been done.

[Assistant]
Everyone here was a mercenary for hire so to call one untrustworthy for wanting money to work would be borderline stupid, however Scarlet didn't find herself rooting for this new murderer to join this merry band of murderers, James destroying fleeing ships was almost enough to make her vomit, however this just cemented the reality that she wouldn't be with this crew forever. "Shouldn't we be going?" She said her voice filled with anger.

James spoke a moment earlier about leaving to find Artyem, it seemed that their primary mission of saving their friend was forsaken for the blood sport of hunting men, he seemed to have been cast as an after thought. "They might of executed him, after all they must of been alerted of our presence here." Her voice shrill, she wanted so badly to see James as a commander that cared for the people he commanded, but she saw him merely as a pimp of the mercenary world.

[User] "Wait a moment the guy you mentioned. this ship has a small cargo bay where we kept a few guys a couple of months ago if you wanna check there" Emma said. she turned to the man who called her untrustworthy, "listen you fight for your honour but im pretty sure most weapons dealers and mechanics dont accept 'honour' as currency"

[Assistant]
"Honor won't buy you anything but trust, and with trust comes other things, that are completely free. I rather die without money than dieing for money." Huzuni said, still wondering what made such a thing so... so unbelievable! It's something revolutionary for a reason that's nothing anymore- Instead of trading other products for one, trade gold or coins. Now? Every man for himself pretty much.

Although, that's something for another time. "If that's where we're in need to go, then let the wind blow us there." He said, trying to come to an agreement with the woman. Still, he did not trust her. I wonder if she has something up her sleeve. I'll keep an eye, or rather ear, on her. The man thought to himself, as he said. "Whenever you're ready, we'll go where the wind takes us. In this case, the cargo bay."

[User] after walking through a few corridors and waitng in a few elevators. They finaly arrived at the prison. after opening the door he found Artyem hanging from his legs. the sight almost made him vomit whole parts of Artyem where gone he didnt even know what parts he was missing." oh crap this guy has been through alot. He said as he helped Artyem down." we need to get him to the med bay."

[Assistant]
While awaiting an order to arise from the sand, Huzuni thought of what had happened so far. What he felt was unlike any other thing he'd ever felt in a long time- concern. He cared for the people who he was with, for some reason. He used to only look out for himself, after all, having others with you can sometimes be only more weight to carry. And he saw a slightly brighter future ahead, one which he thought he'd never see again. It was still a figure in the fog, but no matter.

Even so, he couldn't stay around and let themselves vulnerable to any attacks, but he had no orders, so he just didn't wander of alone. Instead, he stayed alert, awaiting for the next command.

[User]
James sighed annoyed. because no one answerd his question." well ill Guess il find one myself." he walked looking for something resembeling a map.
"Hmm well this looks interesting." He said as he found a half burned map. The map though damaged was still readable. and it seemed that the medbay. was in the middle of the ship." Well im gonna go try to fix up Artyem. As for you guys explore the ship. See what you can loot."
He then walked of Holding Artyem. Who weighed alot more than he thought.

[Assistant]
"Alright, I will see, or rather, hear what I can find." The man responded, as the captain went to the medical bay with his friend being held by him. He went of to see what he could find. Upon some hard time of searching, he found a random room in the middle of a corridor. The door, however, was sealed shut. There wasn't much of a way to get in. What could be inside?

"Time to bust it open then, or maybe, cut it open!" Huzuni thought to himself, pulling out his blade and trying to cut the hardened material that composed the door. He ended up not being successful, so he turned around and headed back to were his crew members were. On the way there, a man was sat down, crawled up in fear. "P-please... don't kill me!" He begged. Well, there's no point killing him, he seems so terrified, and he dosn't have any weapon at hand so... I'll just ask for something. "I am not here to execute you, but do you perhaps have a way of entering the room over there?" Huzuni asked him, as he pointed to the room. Hoping something would come out of his mouth. "I-I don't know!" The mercenary said. "Well, maybe this will help refreshing your memory about something." Huzuni said, pointing his sword at the mans head.

"Take it! I-it's all yours! Just don't kill me!.." The poor man begged as he gave Huzuni some kind of card. "U-use this to open the door... I goofed up...". Well, that was easy. I feel bad for him though. Huzuni thought, as he headed to the mysterious room he had found. Before getting out of the mans sight, he looked back. It was a terrible sight. He was just... there, hopeless. That's the luck some people have, which is kinda sad. He shrugged it of and then continued to his next destination.

Once he got there, he used the card on the door, and it unlocked it. He stepped in, and he felt a horrible sent. Luckely, he couldn't see anything. But what was there, were countless dead bodies. "W-What the heck!? H-how?! When?! What?!" He was speachless. What could have happened in that room? He didn't want to know, really, but he stayed there a little longer.

After searching a little, he found something he didn't expect to be in plain sight. A jewel, one of a kind. It wasn't diamonds or rubies. No, it was Nocxium. A jewel that only forms during supernovas, and are quite hard to extract in such conditions as that one was in. Perfectly polished, with a dark blue color. Fine edges with an amazing surface. But now, Huzuni was putting peaces together. Whoever was the owner, or habitant of such room, didn't want that jewel gone. So, it most likely killed everyone who tried to get it. Dark, but reasonable(?). He took the precious find, put it away in the suit, and went back to his crew.

"Hey everyone! I've got some good news for you, if you're willing to hear them." Huzuni said, wondering who would want to hear what he had to tell them.

[User]
"James, we must leave now." She wasn't an engineer or anyone with a knowledge of how space crafts are built but she knew that a loud moaning noise almost like a whale yelling loudly into the vast emptiness, the room had taken enough damage to feel the pressure of the vacuum of space and would soon be the tomb of everyone inside.

Hazuni entered the room, he had found something that he wished to tell the crew, however Scarlet with a degree of panic over the impending collapse of the ship shut him down with a snap. "Hazuni not now!" She yelled not even using the pet name that she had given him, she felt bad for a moment but remembered that she was doing this for survival and attempted to shut her sorrow from her mind.

"What's the escape plan?" She asked James directly, now standing close to him.

[Assistant] "plan? hmm well right now im healing Artyem since he is almost dead. second i need to heal him because he could die any minute. And third Ill asl Evi to dock the furback then ill message blitz that i found there ship and then we will be leaving!" He then looked over at huzuni and said." what did you find hizi."? He said will walking to the door clearly attempting to leave.

[User] "Well, I've found this, pretty sweet uh?" He responded with, showing to gem that he had picked up a while back from a little exploring. "It has a lot of power, we could use this to make our ship stronger." He continued with. "As for the escape plan, sounds... quaint? I don't know, it seems like it'll take a while. Well, lets hope for the best"


[System]
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Age:
Unknown

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Soundwave | Soundwave | Vehicle form | Laserbeak | Laserbeak
Canon, AU, or OC?:
Cannon

Universe of Origin:
Transformers Prime

Personality:
Soundwave's most defining characteristic is his total, unsettling silence. He could speak, but chose not to as a testament to his ability to keep secrets and as a vow of silence. Besides his silence, he was also very loyal to Megatron, and constantly used his skills and abilities to intercept plots against his master. Spending years doing this has caused him to trust very few people, and he's constantly evaluating his peers for any signs of betrayal.

However, Soundwave is not an asset on loyalty alone. He is concise and pragmatic in all his endeavors. If he doesn't harm something or someone on a mission, to call it mercy would be to lie. If the action is not relevant to the mission, he will not make it. However, pity those who are his objective, as he will utilize all his resources to track them, and will almost certainly succeed in finding them, which usually is not the most pleasant of experiences.

Soundwave is excelant at obtaining and witholding information. He is not fazed by almost all forms of torture, and is willing to go so far as to send himself into a coma and erase all his memories in order to keep information confidential. If he is ever heard touting his superiority, it is likely that he is relaying a fact, and not gloating.

Abilities/Weapons:
Looks can be deceiving. Such is very true for Soundwave. Although he appears skinny and fragile, he is an incredibly dangerous opponent. He fought for years in the gladitorial pits in Kaon, and was only ever beaten by Megatron by a thin margin. He often uses his second pair of "tentacle" arms in unison with his armored main arms to disable and destroy opponents. His main arms block and stab at the foe, while his more frail tentacle arms wait for an opening to pin down and throw his enemies. These extendable arms also can drill holes, shoot lasers, generate electricity, and hack into terminals. In a way, they are far more useful than his regular arms.

However, it's not just on the field of battle that Soundwave is impressive. He is a walking database, and has amassed a huge amount of data on various subjects. From the profiles of every enemy he's ever fought, to every communication he's intercepted, Soundwave catalogs everything. Not only that, but he also is a master at hacking computers and databases, and can intercept communications on a planet-wide scale. He can display all this on his visor, which is his main form of communication.

However, these tools pale in comparison to his pet that has almost become his symbol. Laserbeak, a cybertronian minicon who is used for both information gathering as well as defeating opponents. The condor-sized bot is stored on Soundwave's chest, and is almost always receiving and sending data between Soundwave. Not only does he act as a relay for Soundwave, but he can also store all of his data, so if he loses it all, it can be re-uploaded by Laserbeak. When used in combat, Laserbeak is often overlooked, allowing him to sneak in deadly surprise attacks that disable and destroy opponents.

Backstory:
(Go here for more info on Soundwave)

For years, Soundwave remained trapped in the Shadowzone. Constantly watching his universe progress. However, eventually, he had had enough. Waiting for a spacebridge to open, he attempted to activate his own groundbridge near it. He hoped that it would create a similar effect to when he was trapped originally, and freeing him from his prison. However, it had a different effect. Instead of returning him to the main dimension, it launched him outside his universe. From there, the confused spy met up with some organization that called itself "UMMA", and became one of it's agents. With no Decepticon faction to be loyal to anymore, he dedicated himself to the UMMA.

Faction:
UMMA

[User]
Shockwave's Private Laboratory - Shadow Eternity HQ

Shockwave was still clinkering with his tools when he suddenly heard a small squeak behind him. He paused for a few short seconds and laid his tools on the table and slightly peers back.

"*Sigh...* Charlotte." he sighs in a slightly annoyed yet calm tone and turns towards her, revealing his grand mechanical body. He then slowly approaches her.

"How many times must I tell you..." he continues in an imposingly calm tone, "Do not enter my lab without my permission."

As he stops right in front of her, he then goes on one knee. His right hand was balled into a fist, but instead of proceeding with a violent act of aggression he slowly un-grips his fist, revealing a small slice of cheese in his hand. He slowly brings his hand towards Charlotte and shows her the cheese.

"And please do not eat my supplies as well..." Shockwave finishes in yet a higher-pitched and more friendly voice (Tribute to Shockwave's G1/Animated voice!).

[Assistant]
Shadow Eternity HQ, The Lounge

Somewhere, on an unknown world in the middle of some forgotten jungle, a monolithic structure stood tall in the light of day. The headquarters for the most diabolical group of super-criminals the Multiverse had ever known. So vast were their numbers and so enigmatic were their goals that surely no one could stand in their way. A powerful, nigh unstoppable army, with forces stretching across the cosmos. A presence so powerful that if it were to clash with its nemesis organization, UMMA, the very foundation of the Multiverse itself would shake. More blood would be shed during that all-encompassing war than all blood shed before then combined.

Yet, this is not a tale of war and strife and bloodshed.

This is a tale about a man.

A man like no other, one might say. A being so powerful he is capable of creating life with but a stroke of his pencil. A man who claims to have fought against the gods themselves, and lived to tell the tale. A man so unique that there are entire universes full of people who look just like him. Said people are also more interesting, strong, and heroic than this man. He is a man that no one loves. This is the tale of a man.

A man...

Who has nothing better to do than drink alcohol all day and watch television.

In the dark bowels of the darkest hallways of the darkest building upon the darkest world, the darkest man sat among his peers. An entire row of individuals who, at a glance, are nothing alike. Upon closer inspection one may find that they have only one thing in common: they really like to bet. Around thirty individuals sat in various cushioned couches, chairs, and bean bags, gathered around a massive television set that spanned the entire wall. The room's lights were dimmed to allow for a better viewing experience. A waitress and her male counterpart were constantly serving beverages and sustenance to the crowd of rowdy brigands and thugs.

"OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" A giant rockman cried, jumping out of his seat and into the air.

"WHAT?!" A human woman yelled out in angry."Seriously? That's total bull!"

Upon the screen, a giant lizard man stood triumphant over a cyborg ninja. They seemed to be in some kind of arena, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of screaming fans.

"Come on, Sasha. Pay up." Rockman said smugly. The woman huffed, pulling a hundred credits out of her pocket and slapping them into the Rockman's fist."A pleasure doing business with you." He said. The Rockman then sat back, put his feet up, and began counting his money.

The cyborg ninja was promptly dragged out of the arena. A fat, black-scaled creature with stumpy legs and four arms waddled in and took its stop in the corner of the ring. The Lizard man laughed at his opponent before returning to his own side and waiting for the bell.

"I've got two hundred down for Crocmore." The Rockman said confidently, retaining his previous position."Nobody's goin' to bet you on that, Sid-" A bald, blue creature mocked."I'll take that bet." Wassi announced, taking a swig of his bottle filled with a sickly green liquid.

The bell rang, and Crocmore and his opponent came out of their corners...

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Client World 102249740-D

Superman picked up the alien pirate and slung him over his blue and red clad shoulder. He stepped out of the cargo bay, turning to look down the hall as Ridge rounded the corner. Superman's new companion held the pilot firmly in his arms."Come on, let's get these two outside." The UMMA agent and his new-found ally swiftly exited the damaged and burning craft, placing the two unconscious pilots down next to their compatriots."Can you carry all of them on your own?" To this, Ridge nodded. Superman then turned around and effortlessly lifted up the cargo hatch, closing it with a single hand and locking it back in place.

The Kryptonian then flew underneath the alien vessel, placing both hands palms-up on its underside hull. He then pushed upwards, while at the same time taking flight. Kal-El lifted off from the ground, spaceship held above him, when he addressed Ridge."Come here. Superman commanded. Ridge flew up to meet the UMMA agent."Grab the metal box off of my belt. Okay, now hold onto me. Right, hit the button. No, the big one." The pair of heroes then disappeared in a flash of light, followed closely by a massive thundering sound echoing across the planet.

Yaggdrasil, various

Ridge and Superman were now inexplicably floating in the reaches of space. In front of them, a massive structure floated between the very dimensions of the Multiverse."We call it Yggdrasil." Superman explained to his silent companion."It's UMMA's base of operations. Come on, I'll drop you off in the hands of the staff before I deal with the pirates. The cape-clad crusader and his time watch wielding associate made their way into Yggdrasil's hangar.

Almost immediately they were greeted by security guards and engineers alike. Kal set the starship down in the proper, designated location before turning to address the attendants. "This is Ridge." Kal motioned towards Ridge. "I found him on one of our client worlds. He claims to have experience with the Multiverse, though I am unaware to what degree. I'd like to note that he volunteered to assist me in capturing these pirates. I'll have my full report filed and sent to my superior within the next twenty four hours. One more thing, the pirates might require some minor medical attention." What Superman meant by this is that all of them had a plethora of broken bones, bruises, and scars.

"Is there anything else you require of me?"

[User]
Blackout - Shadow Eternity Base, Main Hangar:

Blackout was silent for the rest of the trip. He had chosen not to respond, but the insect brought up a good point. Sure, they could destroy this enemy, but how many resources would be needed to be used up to complete the objective. Would the cost of annihilating them outweigh the benefit?

When he finally returned to base, the massive Decepticon helicopter took a bit to get the alignments correct. Blackout landed similarly to how he had taken off, choosing to fly in and then power down his rotors once his wheels were firmly on the ground. This had caused a tremendous amount of noise and wind to go through the hangar, even causing some items nearer to him to fall over. Nevertheless, once he had landed properly the engines slowed down and the rotors started to decrease in speed. Due to his size, he would have to trust the organic to go and communicate with their superiors. Of course, the idea of even trusting an organic disgusted him, but he had no choice.

[Assistant]
Autumn - Restaurant District, Yggdrasil

She walked past the shops selling foodstuffs, hungry but determined to make her last bit of money last. Autumn needed a job, that much was plain a week ago but things were a little more dire. As easy it it might be a join UMMA something temporary would be preferred. Being tied to one organization would be such a drag.

She hadn't realized how difficult it was to live outside of the mercenary life she had known for so long. About to finally pick a nice looking sandwich shop, she paused as something caught her attention.

Bodies, many of them. The buzzing at the edge of her awareness was like the sensation of standing near a high voltage power line. stopping and rotating in place to get a firm direction, she slipped the freshly converted Yggdrasil Marks back into her pocket. Finding the way she needed to go, Autumn broke into a jog, weaving around people headed the other way.

As the damaged establishment came into view she slowed to a walk and then stopped altogether. She'd missed it, the fight was over. Her expression fell along with her chances of making an impression and finding some work.

"Did... did I miss everything?"

[User]
Laserbeak - Yggdrasil
The large metallic bird burst into the restaurant district from a wide hallway, the doors being forced open as he flew past. After finally being freed from the constricted hallways, Laserbeak felt the need to stretch his wings a bit. The small (by Decepticon standards, for humans he's fairly large) Decepticon climbed into the air for a bit before stalling. As gravity took control, he fell into a dive before leveling out a safe distance above the heads of the people below. From there, Laserbeak slowed himself significantly until he was at a hovering speed.

As soon as he slowed down to near a stop, Laserbeak began taking scans. Being an extension of Soundwave, he was equipped with extremely powerful sensors and scanners, his findings were sent immediately to the spymaster. The main thing that he was currently looking for was any residual energy signatures, specifically from the sword weapon that one of the intruders had used to escape. That weapon had garnered significant intrigue from Soundwave, and it was up to Laserbeak to gain information on it.
Soundwave - Yaggdrasil

While Laserbeak was off in the resturant district, Soundave made his way towards an observation point near the hangar area. The main reason? A certain cape-wearing member of the UMMA had returned. Why would that be cause for Soundwave to observe Superman's return personally? Well Soundwave didn't trust him of course. Perhaps it was that he contained so much raw power that Soundwave feared it being turned against the UMMA, or perhaps it was his overly do-good attitude that didn't sit well with Soundwave. Regardless of the reason, Soundwave had ended up placing kryptonite as a high-priority item on his list of weapons. He had yet to obtain any, but he was definitely searching for some.

As the pirates were carted off for medical care, Soundwave took good note of their injuries. He did not wish to end up on the business end of the superhero's fists. Even though Soundwave had excellent armor, he did not wish to put it to the test if he had to.