[System]
Race:
Illithids are a race of psychic but seldom seen beings with a humanoid body and an octopus-like head that live deep underground. They have four tentacles around a lamprey-like mouth, and use them to extract the brains of creatures and eat, preferring sentient above all since brains provide knowledge and psychic affinity in addition to sustenance. Their eyes are pale white, and they can see perfectly well in both darkness and light. Their sense of hearing is worse than a human's, and have difficulty distinguishing sounds from one another despite locating them the same as other creatures. Their skin is purplish blue to gray-green and covered in mucus, and is very sensitive to sunlight, to the point that they are rarely seen above ground, with the exception of a couple individuals who risk the danger in their quest of sating their thirst for knowledge. So if you see a tall stranger clad in a black cloak and a hood that obscures their face, do not stare too deep into the abyss...or the abyss may stare back.

Age: 50 years. Illithids live up to 130-150 years, so Nazrc'thath can be considered about 25 in human years.

Gender:
Illithids produce asexually, but his striking appearance and morbid curiosity cause people to identify him as a male.

Appearance:
In public, Nazrc'thath wears heavy black robes that cover his entire body and a hood that wraps his facial features in impenetrable darkness, with only the faint glimmer of his eyes seen through it. However, it is possible for a careful eye to notice the occasional tendril writhing in the depths when he is particularly excited, giving a hint to his true appearance.

Clothing/Armor:
Nazrc'thath wears the Black Robes of the Deep, which are heavy robes that completely conceal his body, including his face. The robes are enchanted with a powerful spell that shrouds the wearer's face in darkness, even when exposed to light.

Personality:
Nazrc'thath, though he is well versed in the human tongue, still has trouble speaking it fluently without making a disgusting sound of wet tentacles slapping together, so he tends to opt for simple phrases. He has an unending curiosity for the human culture and humans in general, finding even mundane things fascinating. He is not very approachable due to his nature, but if he finds himself in the company of someone with magical affinity, he may be drawn closer to them; whether it is due to his interest in the arcane, or due to the proximity of a delicious brain filled with magical power is a mystery to all but him.

History:
Nazrc'thath was always different from his fellow kin, ever since kin: his curiosity for the greater mysteries and particularly the surface world, which he was told was a hostile land of painful sunlight filled with hate and persecution towards the illithid. But despite his clan's resistance, he decided he would ascend, and become truly wise.
Once he blended into human society in disguise, he learned that the illithid had a dreadful reputation of being brain-eating abominations who knew only cruelty and domination. He then decided to sever the ties he had to his origins, and make a name for himself in the academic circles by finding the hidden secrets that lied forgotten in Edea's bowels.

Weapons:
Nazrc'thath wields the Tome of Eldritch Lore, an old scripture written in the illithid language; the runes are so grotesque and incomprehensible to the human mind that anyone not versed in arcane lore who dares lay eyes on the book may find themselves distraught if they are strong-willed, or outright driven mad in the case of the weak-willed. The Tome is filled with psychic power, and acts as a catalyst for him to channel his psionic skills as he reads upon the words of the Deep Ones, giving him greater control and precision over his powers.

Physical Skills:
-Brain Eating - Nazrc'thath may eat any brain he comes across using his facial tentacles, and gains both sustenance and psychic power by doing so, building up his potential for greater feats of the mind. Sentient and alive brains are the most optimal for this purpose, though non-sentient and even brains of dead creatures can suffice.
-Dark Vision - The eyes of illithids have developed for zero-light environments, and so he can see in complete darkness without hindrance.
-Magic Resistance - Illithid have a natural resistance to magical attacks and effects due to their psionic nature, shrugging them off like a creature with a carapace would ignore the stab of a sword. This has also allowed them to study magic and psionic power as a race so extensively.

Magic:
-Detect Thought - Nazrc'thath can sense the thoughts of sentient creatures up to 60 meters, and ascertain their approximate location. This requires him to stay still and concentrate, leaving him vulnerable for a moment.
-Telekinesis - Nazrc'thath can remotely manipulate objects lesser than his size up to 30 meters in distance, allowing him to draw them in, throw them or keep them still for a short while before having to take a break. He is limited to controlling two objects at a time as he directs the power with his hands.
-Abyss Veil: Nazr cloaks himself in the essence of the Infinite Abyss, granting him a veil of invisibility that lasts up to ten minutes, requiring half the time to keep a break. While invisible, he can not perform any other magic skills, but can attack an enemy who hasn't detected him for critical damage with his head tentacles, with the intention of sucking out the target's brain. Nazr can be detected by hearing or smelling while invisible; sunlight also reveals him. Once any attack has been made or the time limit is up the veil dissipates.

Weaknesses:
-Weak to Sunlight: Illithids are not suited to bearing the light of the sun on their slippery skins, and are affected by it even when wearing concealing clothing. Nazrc'thath in particular becomes partially blinded, and has more difficulty controlling his powers, which may result in him accidentally miscasting them on an ally. If the sunlight grows too intense, particularly in desert regions, they also start taking damage.
-Frail Fortitude: Illithids are physically weaker than the average human, and tend to get quickly cut down when in a melee of any kind.

Other Inventory:
Nazrc'thath carries writing tools in the form of scrolls, a quill and an ink vial, as well as empty vials in a satchel which he uses to store any liquids and body parts he wants to examine later.

Theme

[User]
As events continue to unfold in an endless cycle of questing and capitalism all around her, a lone, quiet figure walks the streets of Oars Rest without a stop. The pack on her back seemed quite large for her small figure, and with her hood up and cloak on it was clear to see that she must be overheating terrible. And yet nobody approached her. Where she walked, the crowd parted subtly around her, as if an invisible pressure followed wherever she went. All the while, inaudible over the hustle and bustle of city, she was seemingly muttering beneath her breath.

And something was muttering back to her.

"...should be...somewhere near..."

Em gazes around the street from beneath her hood, a few beads of sweat briefly visible on her cheek as she stares out at the others crowded down the way. She can feel it. A pulling, clammy sensation from directly ahead. A faint smell, mixing with the smells of the ocean, but clearly alien to this environment, and this world.

Straight ahead. For an instant, her gaze holds on the approximation of a face, belonging to a similarly cloaked figure standing among a crowd of adventurers. When she speaks, it is in a low, but clear tone, directed at the figure despite the distance and clamour of the street between them. Nonetheless, she knows that it will hear her. They always do.

"Like attracts like..." She smiles underneath her hood, "Hello, Dark One." Not waiting for a response, she walks to the entrance of a nearby ally where she would sits down and revel momentarily in the cool of the shaded wall to her back. There, she was close enough to hear the words of the figure and their companions, if she focused, but far enough that she wouldn't stand out among them. That was good. The creature had received her message, and she knew the others were unlikely to have heard anything, if they recognized her voice as words at all.

This was fine, for now.

She wasn't in a hurry. There was plenty of time left until nightfall. So for now, the little Necromancer waits, nestling her evil spirit against her cheek, listening to its whispers. Even here, in the light of day, it had oh so much to teach her, to tell her.

To warn her about.

[Assistant]
Jagred turned sharply once a hooded stranger approached, his eyes narrowed as he tried to catch a glimpse of the visage under the hood. No luck though, maybe because he wore a mask or something. Regardless, this newcomer didn't seem like much of a fighter; he was foolish enough to sneak on a man with a naked blade in his hand. Quite the elementary mistake there. The stranger then spoke, though Jagred was puzzled by his accent. His offer was as strange as his accent though. The hooded man spoke vaguely of riches and his expedition, the one that would take them through Reef Grotto. Jagred had heard of that place before, from the mouths of many sailors and adventurers alike. The path seemed easy enough to traverse, as long as you stay on the beaten trail. However, Jagred refrained from speaking up. Only a fool would take on a job with so little details, so he was waiting for the hooded man to continue. He didn't, though.

 Speaking of fools, the lizard man readily accepted the suspicious offer, though from his explanation, he might have some personal agenda. Jagred, on the other, did not. He was simply in this for the fun and profit. Some stranger's offer would not sway him. He needed something more tangible.

 "How much are you offering friend?"-He slid the blade back into its sheath with a satisfying snikt.-"I prefer half the payment upfront. 'Riches of the depths' is a tad too vague for my taste. Sorry."

 It was then that Lady Luck decided to grace him with her presence. Soldiers shouldered their way into the docks, and once the crowd had somewhat settled down, their captain made an announcement. It seemed the Empire was looking for some poor sods to clean up their mess. Well, something else's mess, but he was not too concerned with the particulars. There was gold to be had.

 "Quality service for a reasonable price, right here captain."- He spoke loudly, holding a hand up-"If you would have me."

 As he spoke, Jagred glanced over the hooded man and the lizard- "Your ticket to the 'riches of the depth' as well, friend. Best not miss it."

[User]
Under the nocturnal masquerade, Nazr smirked; it seemed the howling winds of fate were at his side, as the Aahari had a personal motivation for the Reef Grotto himself, and accepted his proposition quite readily; he did not even need to haggle for his services. The red-eyed man on the other hand turned out to be more difficult, but he did expect something as petty as greed from the lowly mercenary. That was fine; it did not matter whether emotion or coin drove their blades into the flesh of his adversaries, as long as they would do so swiftly and surely. "If it is a reward you ssseek, then I can provide one..."

He put a sleeved hand into a pocket on the insides of his robes, about to take out a pouch of gold; he was willing to lure the dashing young Snowkin into serving him with the luster of the shiny metal. But then he stopped, his eyes blinking with curiosity. He sensed an arcane presence contact him from a fair distance. She addressed him with a title only practitioners of the Dark Arts, like him, or those capable of sensing the Dark would know. This piqued his interest, and he detected her thoughts in an alley, within earshot of him and the two brutes.

Unlike him, who was a follower of the Pure Dark, the female sorcerer had a different kind of aura to her; it was Dark, but it was despoiled and ruined, with a foul scent to it, as if she has already crossed to being one with the dead; most likely an acolyte of Necromancy. Nazr loathed their kind above all else, for undead were abominations with rotten or missing brains, unsuitable and redundant as existing creatures. It was a dangerous move on her part to use her powers to grab his attention, so she now had it. Was it a challenge? A threat?

Nazr pondered on the reason, until he heard a commotion on the docks, followed by an announcement. Nazr smirked enough for one of his tentacles to shiver and twitch from the sheer joy he sensed, though he managed to keep it behind his obscuring hood. It was as if the stars have aligned for him to succeed in his recruitment of valuable allies. Then, he decided to go forth with an idea his brilliant noggin concocted. As much as he hated necromancers, he was wiling to give this one the benefit of the doubt.

Nazr nodded to the Snowkin's words, and then addressed the captain. "The three of us will accept your quest, and eliminate the beassst. Also," he said after a cough, "we may have a fourth participant joining the mission." Before the two swordsmen managed to recover from their surprise and ask him questions, he walked away, beckoning them to follow him with an wave of his outstretched sleeve without even looking behind him; it did not matter to him whether they would obey or not, since this was a matter only he could resolve. Like a creeping tendril that writhed around the dreamer's head, the illithid rounded the corner to the alley, and stood at the mouth of it, casting a shadow over the rotten being resembling a young girl. "Greetings, Corrupt One," he said, mirroring her own message. "Indeed, your true form has not eluded me. Why have you sought the attention of one such as I? Do you wish to sate your thirst for knowledge of the Deep? Have you found our shared affinity curiousss? Or...perhaps you also seek what lies hidden in the depths of Reef Grotto?"


[System]
"We'll see about that."
Nickname(s): Ana
Age: 20
Gender: Female

Appearance:
Anatasia's is around average height of five feet six inches, having a fit body and a slightly plump face. Her dirty blonde hair goes down below her shoulders. It's messy most of the time as she repeatedly runs her hair through it often. Her hazel eyes shine bright a majority of the time but fades when the situation is bad. Ana's evenly pale skin has faint red scars here and there, most visible along her arms and face.

Personality:
Ana is dependent on anything and anyone at all costs. It doesn't matter what's happening, she has something or someone assisting her in the task. Even when she's alone she has access to somebody else to communicate with somehow. This is mainly due to insecurities and the extreme fear of being alone. However, when talking to people she's either aggressive and sassy or outgoing and open-minded. There's rarely an in between. Fortunately Anastasia is usually quiet and uses hand signals instead of talking.

Background:
When Anastasia came to the world, she grew up in a worrisome but positive family. Due to the conflict happening throughout the world, her parents wanted to keep their little girl as innocent as possible before she understood what was happening. Years pass and Anastasia didn't know much about people being hunted until her parents were killed for being possible suspects of being the Touched. She has had trauma ever since, depending on them quite often. Anastasia didn't want to get anywhere near the current situation of the abilities and war.

It was until now when she found out that she was developing her own abilities, separating her even more from society. She was afraid of how many people that were murdering the Touched. She was going to have the same fate that her parents had, whether they had powers or not. Anastasia searched for others in secret to see if she could form allies to help in her problem.

Abilities:* Animal Manipulation
* Snow Manipulation
* Invisibility

Weapon(s):
N/A

Other:
N/A

[User]
Location: Motel
Time: 2:25 A.M.

---

Is there a God? I wonder if anyone still believes in that cruel, vile son of a bitch.

He stared at the end table, eyeing the empty glass. The motel was dark aside from the meager light that shined from a desk lamp that had all but one bulb burnt out. He sat at the edge of that uncomfortable bed, elbows resting on his thighs. The dingy interior of this motel was nothing short of decrepit but on the upside he still hasn't found any roaches. He didn't blink for quite some time, idly rubbing his hands together. He wondered many things throughout his life, but one question kept resurfacing as of late.

The irony of it all.

He reached between his legs and unscrewed the cap off the bottle. Jameson was his go-to drink. It burned enough to still let him know this wasn't all a dream. Funny as it was, it grounded him. It forced him to accept his fate even tho try as he might to escape it. Pouring himself two-fingers worth in the glass, he returned the bottle back onto the floor. He knew he still had a job to do, the files placed neatly in the brown folder next to him. He sighed, clutching the glass like it was his lifeline. Staring deep into the abyss of the bottom of that glass, he pondered a thought.

I wonder who they will send after me. Reyes? Oscar? That sadistic fuck Benson?

The prospect of it almost didn't seem real, but that burn definitely was. Taking the glass to his lips, he threw it back into his throat. The next step was the set-up. The preparation was complete. He knew the target. Memorized the face. Oh, the faces. They never went away. They never will, will they? For he is the messenger of God, sent to strike fear into the hearts of those who oppose him. With great fury will the sword strike against the wicked and condemned. The biblical God no longer existed. It didn't need to. The dredges of humanity have definitely taken up the mantle, hiding behind their suits and ties and mahogany desks. For now, though, he was the force behind the sword. He gathered his things for the night ahead. He wore regular street clothes. A t-shirt he found at Spencers of some band he never heard of laid over by a gray zip-up hoodie. His jeans were that retro faded crap he saw people wearing at times. The only thing functional were his boots, which he hid with the hem of his pants. He holstered his pistol at his side and placed a switchblade knife into his pocket. Funny story about that switchblade. Took it off some punk who wanted his wallet a few nights prior. Suppose he should've thanked him as opposed to break his jaw. His traditional Ka-Bar knife was far too conspicuous in this outfit.

He placed the files into a briefcase that sat at the edge of his bed and zipped up his go-bag. One last look around the motel, he headed out the door.

---

Location: City Streets
Time: 2:48 A.M.

---

The city was quiet tonight. He couldn't hear the yelling bouncing off the old, brick buildings of kids who would surely skip class the next day. Not even the cabs hauling their drunk patrons or spouses from their night of infidelity were out in abundance. There was something in the air tonight, Kyle could feel it. He had grown to have a sense about these things. A preternatural "sixth sense", as it were. He kept his hands in his pocket, tho he had cut a hole open in the right one to allow him to grab his pistol at a moments notice. His hood was pulled up, like any hoodlum roaming the dark streets of this city. His right hand slipped subtly towards the Springfield pistol, gauging the distance and reaction time it would take if shit went sideways. He knew exactly where it was, doing it more for the mental comfort.

His target destination was a park not too far from the motel. It took him exactly twelve minutes to reach it, having walked the path several times before. He wasn't sure why his mark enjoyed the park so late at night especially in the deep city. He figured she could protect herself, being Touched after all, so the danger was negligible to her. She sat at the park bench for what seemed like hours sometimes staring off into space. He knew why, of course. Her dossier told him everything. Her mother was murdered in that park by a group of men looking to get some easy money. A simple robbery took a turn for the worse, though. She was raped and beaten, left to die in some bushes. A tragic tale. He supposed she hoped the same men would come wandering back around and she would present herself as the victim.

When he arrived in the park she wasn't there yet. She arrived around three in the morning. He picked a spot that overlooked the bench and jogging trail and waited.

[Assistant]
Anastasia Hashiga

Location: Hoffand Park
Time: 2:50 A.M.

---

A lone blonde woman was walking along the path that went throughout the park early in the morning. It was still dark and peacefully quiet, giving her time to think as she traveled along the trail. No children insanely running around and being the young lunatics that they were. No screaming taxi drivers, groups of friends, arguing couples. It was completely silent other than the occasional rustle of bushes and leaves skidding across the ground. Anastasia enjoyed this time where the city was quiet. The time where everybody rested and the night owls roamed to have their peace. The air was a nice cool temperature, the woman only having a thin navy jacket, black jeans, and fluffy boots to keep her warm. She enjoyed the weather at this time, wishing that time didn't pass and it could stay that way forever. Her mind would fade blank as she took her slow but long strides along the park path.

Walking this way many times before, Anastasia didn't have to look up from her boots as she walked. Her feet guided her way through the area as she began to question herself. Thinking about the world they were in, and why it couldn't be as peaceful as it was now.

I wonder if anyone will find out.

No, none of the people should know by now. It was only just beginning and she never used 'it' around anybody.

Maybe there's cameras that detect 'them'. What if there's technology that can find those people?

There can't be. If there were devices that could hunt down 'them', people wouldn't be paid to find them.

What if somebody is here right now for me?

This thought made Anastasia quickly stop on her tracks, looking around to her surroundings. An empty bench was nearby with a few lights to keep the pathway bright. It was a comfortable place to take a rest on and tempted her to go over. It was almost three. People might be waking up and begin wandering soon. She could either get back to her motel room nearby or take the last few moments resting in that peaceful area. It gave her a lonely feeling. Sitting there alone on that bench with nobody beside her. But the cityfolk were also crazies, causing fights between their own kind even if they're on the same side of society. She didn't want to sit with some stranger that could be a murderer.

Although the thoughts may have been bugging her, she decided to sit down on the bench anyway. Her thighs pressed together slightly in the cold shadows as her hands moved towards her hood, pulling it over her face and darkening the view.

[User]
Location: Hoffand Park
Time: 3:00 A.M.

---

It was chilly that night, but not quite so for the wind was barely blowing. You could hear the occasional rustle of leaves as they were pushed across the paths but not much else. The quiet was serene. Welcoming, even. Not many people took the time for contemplative reflection. Their lives were taken over by schedules and meetings and brunches. Did they want a venti frappuccino or a grande mocha latte? The trivialities were as such that if you were to take away this illusion of freedom they would kick and scream, throwing a fit like an undisciplined child.

Kyle barely stirred as a woman entered his eyesight. She pulled the jacket tightly around her as she sat on the bench, knees coming together either out of modesty or comfort. His head tilted slightly, his finger gently running across the grip of the weapon hidden behind his jacket like a lover. His eyes had adjusted to the dark, natural night vision taking in all the ambient light around him. The woman had pulled the hood up over her head, so he couldn't make out any details of her face but he saw that she was a blonde before she sat down. There was a lamp post not too far away from the bench pushing shadows across the ground as if hands clawing at any who pass by. The branches swayed in the wind and whistled with trepidation. Kyle barely moved when he noticed another coming down the path.

The strawberry blonde-haired woman walked the opposite direction from where the first woman came, wearing a long overcoat pulled at her midsection, accentuating her assets. She slowed when she saw Ana, curious to see another in this wretched park at the witching hour. She continued, tho, the clicking of her heels against the pavement stones being the only sound that pierced the night air. She was a beautiful woman. Five feet five inches tall with inviting green eyes. Olive skin wrapped around a lithe frame. Her hair was slightly curly and bounced with every step she took. The woman moved gracefully toward Ana taking the seat next to her.

"Good morning." She spoke softly in a tone that dripped of honey. "Don't see many other people here at this hour... except them." She said, gesturing toward what appeared to be a homeless person clutching a worn coat over their frame. If one would listen closely, you could hear the shivers between his incoherent ramblings to himself. A city was built on tragedy. It forgot those that needed to be seen the most and cast aside those that needed to be embraced. Life was, with no reservation, cruel and unjust. After a brief pause, the woman looked toward Ana whispering, "My name is Victoria."

Kyle looked on as the two women sat together. He knew the second woman was his target. He had watched her for weeks taking in every detail about her. Her gait and graceful walk. The way she smiled and greeted strangers with a nod of her head. Kyle liked to make a game of it in his mind. Like star-crossed lovers reaching out to each other. In some distant past perhaps they could have been together, raising a family and loving each other. The reality of it was, this is how Kyle coped. It was as if he was writing a novel and nothing he did was real. The texture of the grip running across the pad of his finger spoke others. Silently, he moved from his position, cutting around wide as to not attract attention. He stuck to the shadows and watched the placement of his feet as he flanked the bench. This new woman, however...

It complicated things.

[Assistant]
Location: Hoffand Park
Time: 3:05 A.M.

---

Anatasia started to feel watched as her eyes scanned the park in her view. She couldn't tell why. It was just a sense of uneasiness was starting to crawl up her spine, like somebody was also there. She just waited to be jumped as her legs tightened against each other. Her eyes quickly shifted to the movement from the opposite direction from where she came from. It was just a woman walking down the pathway. Ana's legs would relax as she saw them. They were beautiful. At least, more beautiful than her- which was just about everybody she saw. She admired the woman's strawberry-colored hair bouncing along her shoulders as she walked towards the bench.

The blonde had to remember how to speak as the woman spoke to her. She agreed to herself as the woman mentioned not seeing a lot of people around this time. Only the homeless stayed around the area, but that was 24/7. Anastasia didn't count them. When she walked around the park she saw nobody else. People were either at a different section of the park, or they weren't staying long. She didn't want to think of what other people might be doing in the park, turning her attention back to the woman next to her. She was gesturing towards one of the homeless nearby. They shivered in their worn coat while mumbling to themselves, making Anastasia frown slightly.

She looked back to the woman when she told her name in at a soft volume, just what she'd call a perfect whisper. Something was off about it. In her voice she seemed to have the same uneasiness as Anastasia had before. Like they were being watched, and the woman had to stay in secret. Victoria. It echoed in her head a few times. It rhymed with Anastasia. The tiny detail made the edge of her mouth twitch with a grin, but it didn't stay for long.

"Hello, I'm Anatasia. I don't see a lot of people either. I'm just enjoying the park right now," she told the woman, going along with the softness of her voice. It was not that easy for her to be quiet, easy to tell by the occasional rumbles in her voice as she spoke, but she managed. Even in a whisper her voice seemed stern, not as welcoming as Victoria's. Anastasia already knew that her expression was naturally blank. Like she was zoning out. Judging people. Scheming some sort of plan. It only bothered her now when another person talked to her.


[System]
Age/Race/Gender: 24/Human/Male

Appearance: 5'9" tall, 120 kgs, semi muscular build with long dyed hair coloured black with neon orange streaks.

Occupation: Arsonist

Weapons:
The VC1 Flamethrower is highly valued by planetary militia when fighting local wildlife. It is also highly sought after by pirates and mercenaries who are going to fight on ships or in close wuarters. It is designed to destroy shields and to cook people inside their armour. However, if the armour and person inside still hold, Hadrian uses his holdout weapon.

The M4 Revolver is one of the most highly powerful handguns made commercially. Accurate up to 50 metres and and able to punch throigh most armour, this weapon is beloved by outlaws and lawmen alike. Take care of it, it takes care of you.

Armor:
The HG19 ballistic armour is especially built for harsh environments and to protect the user. It can stop a hail of bullets, stop the person inside from burning alive from extreme heat and allow them to walk in freezing cold temperatures without getting frostbite. It is armoured and does not come with shields.

Items: Spare parts for his weapons, such as gas tanks.

His helmet has an inbuilt system that allows him to see his surroundings in any given light.

Has one hard copy of the Anarchists cook book, complete with his own personal edits, diagrams and notes.

Skills: He is able to burn anything with even the most basic of tools.
He is also a damn fine cook and is able to cook fine food for most humanoid races.
Knows sign language.

Powers: N/A

Other: He rarely takes off all of his armour at any given point. He only removes it when in his own quarters, otherwise he usually wears the chest pieces of his armour.

[User]
Sasha crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide the boredom that was setting in. He was beginning to miss that cozy little cell on his transport ship, and his book that was in his bag. It just seemed like they were wasting time here. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could go back to the work that actually mattered.

They were barely five seconds in when the skeleton/mushroom looking thing picked a fight with their so called leader. Sasha remained silent throughout the exchanges. So far, he wasn't overall impressed with this little rag tag group. He was gonna be pissed if one of these fuckers got him killed.

The man beside him, who appeared to be wearing a long coat and a veil of some sort, spoke up as their cook. Sasha raised an eyebrow, briefly wondering how sanitary this guy could be with all shit covering every inch of his skin. He had to smell bad under there.

Finally, he decided that it was probably time to introduce himself as well. He, too, had been given a specific job on this team.

"My name is Sasha," He said, his deep, accented voice clear and calm. "I will be the team medic. I am a registered RN, and I specialize in battlefield first aid. If you have any medical conditions I should know about, then you should probably tell me before we go out into the field."

[Assistant]
Location: Low-Velocity Asteroid Kzarkon 3Z, Okarcorp Prison/Mineral Mines
Date: Did not keep track.

They always asked why Vavnr kept track of every time the bell rang. The bell rang four times a day, and so far, it had rung 1514 times. He had an extensive system of tally marks on the walls of his cell to make sure he wasn't being kept a day over his time. There were so many people, so many corporations that wanted his head, that he wouldn't be surprised if he became one of the permanents. Just one of those individuals that was never told when they had the right to leave... And was beaten whenever they asked at the wrong time. Vavnr walked up a flight of stairs, to a balcony overlooking the cafeteria. Along this balcony was his cell, where he went to mark the day's second ringing.

It was at that time he met the Warden, standing in front of his cell. The crusty old bat had some pretty interesting security measures. Though he lost his eye and some digits in the process, he managed to beat the hell out of the biggest of his fellow Prison Board Members, who, in turn, he had beat the hell out of his biggest guards, who beat the hell out of the other guards, who beat the hell out of nearly every prisoner over the course of the week. Warden Reott was the Alpha of the entire prison. If the guards couldn't stop you, 762 inmates would. This made it particularly threatening when he showed up, alone, in front of his cell, and asked, "What the hell did you do, you little shit!?" in a tone that was anything but jovial.

"I just finished up my quota for the day-quarter, and I'm working on a hobby I recently picked up. Good afternoon to you too, Warden!"

"I have received word from higher-up..." This was really good. Reott never mentioned anyone being above him, he always wanted to feel like a god among men, bosses interfered with that, "Okarcorp is selling their share of your sentence to the Humans in exchange for trade subsidies and tariff cuts... Cidacorp and Rippacorp have also cashed in."

"Oh? Whatever for?"

"That is what I am asking you, slimeball!" His growl wavered with annoyance Vavnr hadn't ever heard before, "Do not play coy with me!"

"Okay, fine, I'll lay my cards on the table... So to speak, anyway. I don't know what's going on, and the moment I walk out the front gates and try to contact them, you're going to find some minor misdemeanor or something and imprison me again for 1st degree suspicion!"

"The humans seemed aware of this. That is why they offered to sweeten the deal for Okarcorp with an additional 100,000 Units up front. In exchange..." The warden bit his tongue in disgust, "When their representative arrives, you will be considered a Class 4 Okarcorp diplomat for 28 homeworld hours."

"Wow? A diplomat?" Vavnr smiled, however incredulous, "I've always wanted to be a diplomat! What class of diplomacy was it again?"

"Class 4." The Warden glared down at him with his good eye and his lack of eye, "Your clock is ticking."

"The representative's here?"

"They sent me to escort you personally."

"I don't need an escort, the law's on my side now." Vavnr said cheerfully. He then smacked his claws into the side of the Warden's face and threw his muzzle hard into the balcony railing.

"VAVNR SAMN, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" shouted the warden, standing up to his full height and swinging blindly around to hit him, "I WILL KILL YOU! YOU ARE DEAD! DEAD LITTLE SHIT!"

"That's not very diplomatic of you! A Class 4 Diplomat could have you imprisoned for saying things like that during an international event!"

The Warden roared, leaping up into the air, ready to dropkick hooked claws into his chest, but Vavnr ducked underneath him and spun around, slamming his tail into the Warden's back. His claws were in the Warden's face again, and he pulled the old man to his feet, though he took a few blows to the midsection, leaving small claw tears in his uniform and minor scratches in his hide. The old Warden was scrappy, but definitely not the boxer he used to be.

"You're a gentleman and a scholar, Warden Reott." Vavnr said, "I know we've had our ups and downs together, but I really want you to know, in no uncertain terms, how much of an honor it's been extracting minerals for you."

Claws were breaking skin over the Warden's jaws as he tried to speak, "Frck... Yoo..."

"It wasn't!" Vavnr said, headbutting the Warden and then tossing him over the railing.

He then took the opportunity to yell "I'M THE ALPHA NOW!" down into the cafeteria as the warden picked himself up and started running, as fast as he could, toward the stairs.

Location: Chronos Station

Vavnr was in the process of sitting down and setting up a game of solitaire on his lap when the Captain left. Thank goodness he finally stopped talking. Now he could finally converse with cohorts. He looked up from his game so he could subtly cheat.. against himself... And also look at his new co-workers. It was an astounding array of misfits, though it was mostly a colorful assortment of boob-ape lookalikes, it did vary. There were animals, vegetables, and minerals, so it all came full circle. He must have been the token reptile.

It wasn't long before someone was accusing him of murdering again. Well, in this case, he was being accused of hypothetical murder, but it was still good to see that nothing had changed since his time out of prison. He'd like to think he'd be nicer to this fine fungal fellow than this bounty hunter gave him credit for. Prison changes people, after all. Well, it changes people enough to know that sticking one's claws in a forming rift only digs it up further, so maybe it would be best to talk to someone else... The chef! Yes, the chef! That's the one person on a ship that no one argues with!

"Ladies and gentleman, I am sorry to bother you, but I am the ships chef. So, if there is any dietary requirements you have, anything you are allergic to or anything that you would like me to cook for you, please let me know. Thank you for your time."

"My bowels aren't long enough to digest a salad properly, I'm afraid. It'd be best if I had my vitamins wrapped in animal protein? I'm not sure if your have any vats, but I'm pretty sure as long as you have a variety of animals on hand, I should be fine."

Most of the Kzargettian information on him is limitted at best. The government always keeps the juicy stuff to itself and limits the general populace to just "This criminal is BAAAD!" propaganda. Amid heaps of advetrisement, one might find a Vavnr Samn, who was an alleged "Corporate Bandit", whatever that meant, who murdered and burgled regularly "In his free time", on a scale not explained.

Non-Kzargett planets have him down as a pirate. And a ruthless one. Of course escape pods were filled with live men to tell his tales, but the fatalities were heavy, and about 23 Megafreighters were reportedly looted and burned by none other than Vavnr and his bloodthirsty fleet. During certain months near the beginning and end of his career, when certain freighters stopped surrendering, the survival rate of voyages near his port of call dropped to 10%. He had a hook and everything, the scallywag!

[User]
"My bowels aren't long enough to digest a salad properly, I'm afraid. It'd be best if I had my vitamins wrapped in animal protein? I'm not sure if your have any vats, but I'm pretty sure as long as you have a variety of animals on hand, I should be fine."

Hadrian looked at the one who had spoken up to him about having dietary requirements. He was actually pleasantly surprised, both at the fact that someone would take him seriously and believed him, and at the fact that the one who approached was a Kzargett. While not the first he has met, it was one of the most heavily argumented he had seen.

"Ah, I see you are one of the lizard folk from Kzargett. Sorry, if the term lizard folk offends you, it was a while ago I last met one like you. But, I did happen to find a few recipes that your kind may enjoy, of course it all comes down to supplies and what tools are available. But I am sure I can manage to whip something up that you shall find enjoyable at the least."

He looked down and saw the cards in Vavnr's hands. There seemed to be many cards than were normal for a deck, and with many more suits. They seemed fascinating, and as if they were designed to help the owner cheat easier.

"Interesting deck of cards you have there, once everything is settled I would very much enjoy having a look at how you use them. Ah, but I forgot one important thing. Introductions."

He gave an elegant bow where he extended his left foot, held out his right arm off to the side and put his left to his chest with his head bowed low.

"I am Hadrain Saul, I am also know as Chef Cook-Cook, or just Chef or Cook-Cook respectively. Whom do I have the pleasure of cooking for in the future?"

With that he stood back up and waited patiently for a response.

[Assistant]
"I don't mind being called Lizard-folk, there's no reason to. I take it you don't mind being called Mammals?" Vavnr half-smiled, fanning out his draw pile in a single flick of the wrist and scooping the cards up in front of him with subtle movements, before putting the cards in the pocket of his coat, "We're just called Kzargetts, though. Our planets have a lot of other names."

He moved onto his feet and rose up, extending his hand and taking off his hat, "I'm Vavnr Samn, and I also have a lot of other names. None of 'em are pleasant names, though. Speaking of, if you'd like, I can produce just about any card you can name. I've learned a few things in my free time."

[User]
Hadrian looked at the hand extended to him, then at the lizard man, Vavnr as he removed his hat. He thought it only polite to return the gesture. He took off his helmet, tucked it under his arm and gave a grin as he gripped Vavnr's hand.

"You look like you have done a lot of things in your life, not all of them good. That in itself is good, I don't think we need any bleeding hearts on this buisness venture of ours."

As he said the last part, he glanced around at a few others who were still hanging around in the hangar. He released his grip and put his helmet back on.

"After all, everyone here is guilty of something. Hell, the guards probably did something to piss someone off to get put on this detail. Ah well, if worse comes to worse I'm sure they'll be of some use. But, enough of that line of thought, let us pass the time till we are allowed to board the ship. I'll see if anyone else is willing to be civil, you see if you can find out anything about the others. Sound good to you?"


[System]
Alias: Pelosomort
Age: 7(?)
Gender: Male

This is a bit different, since he's not humanoid, but hopefully it'll work.

Because he is a bit of an enigma, Silas's abilities are a bit different. Being a laboratory creation does that to oneself.
Poof - Able to seemingly vanish, only to reappear 5 feet away with a soft little "poof."
Ignis - Silas becomes engulfed in flames for about 30 seconds at a time.
Fly - Graced with wings, he can fly very quickly, both as a form of gliding and like a bird.
Speak - He is able to talk to humans in English.

Weaknesses: Silas's weaknesses come from his small body and his squirrel mindset. He is very frail, not able to take many hits before his muscles give out. In addition, Silas likes shiny things, enough that he often becomes wayward if he spots something far away from his original destination, requiring great will to overcome his lust for shiny objects.

Silas is a rather inquisitive individual. Very intelligent, his squirrel like demeanor causes him to shift his attention from topic to topic, object to object, incredibly quickly. He also incredibly talkative, constantly chatting with others and talking to himself. Often, he will put others before him, trying to make them happy or comforted. All this hides his thoughts about his background and some of the darkness within him, because he always wants to try to be the best he can be, no matter the situation.

The first thing Silas remembers is swimming in a clear vat of....something, which thankfully he was able to breathe. Looking side to side, he saw other vats with abominations inside of them. Some were grotesque, having their organs outside of their body, while others had multiple appendages, like a 2 legged creature with seven legs like that of a beetle. He knew he needed to get out, so he started ramming the side of the vat, attempting to break it. After just a couple times, Silas felt exhausted, his body unable to handle the beating needed to break the glass. After recovering, he tried doing new things, such as whipping his tail at the wall, wondering if that would have any effect. It didn't. After resting up some more, he focused hard on getting to the outside of vat, concentrating all his might for a powerful ram. He started going forward, and suddenly realized that he was in the air, coated with the liquid, but outside of the vat.

Looking behind him, he saw that the vat was still intact, but he was definitely out of it. He scampered from vat to vat, to see if there is anything else that looked like it was trying to escape. However, in his search for similar living creations, a scientist saw him. After sounding the alarm, the scientist tried to capture Silas, but as the fear rose inside Silas so did the flames outside of him. Obviously stunned at the flaming creation, the scientist hesitated, giving Silas enough time to see a window. Just trying to escape, Silas leaps up to the ledge of the window, and concentrates on getting to the other side of the glass. He succeeds, but thankfully it was a third story window, because as Silas falls to the ground, he unfurls his wings, gliding to safely.

Not knowing anything with the world around him, Silas hid in some nearby barns where it was warm and dry. He spent a couple years living like that, teleporting out of danger when he could, sheathing himself in flames when he couldn't teleport, living on nuts and berrys and bugs. Eventually, he arrived in a town, where he found an inn for safety. As he would often sneak into the pantry for some of the more delectable foods, Silas was able to hear snippets of conversations. With his augmented brain, he was eventually able to learn the language, and taught himself to speak by practicing to the night vermin in the alleyway. More than once, he had to hide as the innkeepers would hear a voice in the alley and check to see who was speaking. One day, however, he lowered his guard too much, and was caught talking when the innkeeper entered the pantry. He chased him out of the pantry, and into the lobby of the inn.

One of the patrons shouted "That thing isn't normal! It can't be allowed to live!"

Unfortunately for Silas, they surrounded him, fully intent to beat him to death. Knowing there was only one way to escape, he let the flames engulf him, and teleporting away from the townsfolk, who (thankfully) were uncertain how to beat a flaming creature. However, the flames also caught onto the curtains near the windows, as Silas was trying to escape from the mob. Eventually, Silas was able to escape the inn, quenching the fires and hiding nearby the inn to see the outcome. Within a few short hours, the inn burnt to the ground, killing three patrons and the innkeeper who were trapped inside. Silas overheard one of the survivors telling the gathered crowd about what caused the fire, proclaiming loudly of a squirrel-like creature who could catch itself on fire. The word "Pelosomort" was shouted from one of the other survivors, meaning "Furry Death." Knowing that was his cue to leave, Silas left before he could be found again.

Eventually, in one of his forays into a town, he heard whispers of a mysterious school that was rumoured to take in humans with certain abilities from a child about 15 years old. After discovering the school, Silas worked hard to make sure he gained entrance, and when he did, he just hoped to be accepted. Even though he may not be a mutant human, he still felt he was a mutant who deserved to be loved.

[User]
Retro

Elliot said "Nice to meet you Kyle"

Then she saw Elysia who asked about the odd location. It was a valid question after all but unless someone here was actually connected with the school already the only answers would be based on speculation unless she risked retrozoning and read the area but because she didn't know the others she decided against it.

Moonshadow

Miyuki could hear the people around her talking but could care less what they were discussing because in the long run she wasn't involved. Perhaps when she got to know them an maybe even make friends it would matter but until then she would remain an outsider.

[Assistant]
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Veronica Emily Davis.

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Without even getting a second to herself, Veronica promptly gets bumrushed by... Some short girl that caused a near comical size-difference between the much larger and imposing Veronica. Another thing was the fact that she was missing a bit of that leg of hers. Veronica's eyes shifted towards the little runt, as she sat down on the bench right next to a complete stranger. Normally, Veronica would have told the runt where to find the play pens, and walked away - but a mixture of loneliness, and a few curious words said by the girl certainly caught her attention.

Right off the bat, this girl asked about "the school", which seriously made Veronica wonder how open this school was (Or how other mutants were open with their ability - Presumably, up until now, she never encountered another like herself). She gave the girl a side-look, and was glad that she didn't jump the gun and tell her to buzz off too early.

While she wasn't interested in forming an interpersonal relationship, Veronica would play nice if only for the purpose of gathering information. Seeing what power this girl holds, and what she knows. "Hello there," Veronica replied, kindly and cooly. "You're right, I guess. I'm here to have a meeting with a representative of the school." She figured that she wouldn't beat around the bush, at this point. "Hey, what's your name? I'm Veronica?"

[User]
Looking up at the taller girl as she confirmed that she was also here to meet with a representative from the school, Abbie gave her a bright smile when she asked for her name, and introduced herself as Veronica. Well, it was nice to know that she hadn't just plopped down next to a complete stranger who also didn't even have anything to do with why she was here.

"I'm Abigail! But you can just call me Abbie." Abbie answered, turning just a bit in order to hold her hand out to Veronica in an invitation for a shake. "Nice to meetcha!" She added with an easygoing grin.

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Continuing down the path through the park with his suitcase rattling along unevenly on its wheels behind him, Kurt glanced up after a short while and finally spotted the weeping willow that he had come here for. And from the looks of things, he was far from the only one here expecting someone. Noticing this, he just gave a heavy sigh to himself. Great. Other people. This day just kept getting worse and worse.

Resisting the urge to grumble to himself, still sour about the taxi driver's blatant overcharging, he just turned off the path and rattled his suitcase over to the nearest available tree. What he failed to notice in the midst of his internal complaining was the girl on the opposite side of the tree's trunk, with some sort of cable plugged into her neck, busy reading a physics book. Drawing his things up beside himself, he just stood them upright and then leaned one shoulder against the tree, reaching a hand up to scratch at his neck quickly, before crossing his arms unhappily.

[Assistant] The influx of people was quite noticable to Silas, but he still couldn't figure out who the leader was or who the representative from the school was. Content with watching to see who else arrives and see what happens, he stays in the tree, occasionally scampering from branch to branch when he feels no one is looking to get a new vantage point and gather what information he can.

[User]
Conversation continued on as the various assembled mutants waited for something, although not a single one of them knew what exactly they were waiting for. A few began to think this was some elaborate hoax, but others, perhaps a little antsy themselves, urged them to wait until the designated time, 4pm, before jumping to conclusions. During all the conversation, by way of carefully worded questions, Cade had deduced that there was a school for mutants somewhere nearby, and that this group had been invited as the incoming class. This piqued Cade's curiosity and interest, and so he pretended that he, like the others, had been invited.

Finally, at five minutes to four, there was a change on the horizon. No school magically appeared, or anything quite so dramatic. But on the river, downstream, a boat appeared. It was large, taking up nearly half of the width of the river. Plenty of room for the assembled mutants with more to spare. What was most interesting, though, was as it approached, it made no noise. There were no sails, so it clearly wasn't moving on wind power, but if there was any kind of motor, it was the quietest motor ever made. And also a powerful one, as the boat moved quickly, against the current.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, almost on the dot, the boat stopped directly across from the tree they had been supposed to meet at and moved a gangplank onto a small rise in the land where the grass stopped suddenly at a five-foot drop to the water below. Moments later, an older man, probably in his 60s or 70s, disembarked from the boat. He had little hair left, and what he did have was light gray. Still, he stood tall and walked with a confidence that few of any age possessed. Remaining on the boat, on either side of the gangplank, stood two others. One was a young woman with pale skin and bright red hair - likely fake in color. The other was a young man with very tan skin and bright blue hair - also likely fake. They both stood about 5'10", making him look short or her look tall, depending on one's perspective. They leaned casually against the railing on the edge of the boat, nearly mirroring one another.

The older man stepped ashore. Many of the mutants gather around him, some looking expectantly, others merely curious. A few others, nervous or slightly afraid, stood farther back, but still within earshot to hear whatever he might say. Kyle was one of the ones near the front. Cade found himself somewhere in the middle.

"Greetings to all of you.", the old man started. "It is my pleasure to welcome you to the School on behalf of the Director and the instructors. Now, as I'm sure you've deduced, the School is not here. But I promise you that we aren't far. You will get your first glimpse in a little over an hour. But, before we begin our journey, I must caution you all. While the School is among the safest places for our kind to learn, such learning must not be approached carelessly. Some of us have abilities that are quite dangerous, but we learn to control them, not suppress them. As such, we expect each of you to discipline yourselves to the highest degree. If anyone is whimsical about what they can do, they became a danger to the School, and they will be dismissed."

He paused momentarily to let that sink in. Then he continued, "Now, if it is still your desire to join us, then welcome aboard. We will leave momentarily. Make yourselves comfortable, as we will be on the water for about forty-five minutes. I do ask that you not try to go to the room at the bottom of them boat. That is where our crew ensures that we continues our motion in our desired direction, and they do not appreciate being disturbed or distracted."

Apparently finished, the man turned and walked back up the gangplank, disappearing into a cabin at the top of the boat. Many students began to immediately make their way onto the boat, while others hesitated momentarily, but they, too, quickly made their way to embark. Apparently nobody wanted to be left behind.

[Assistant] "Of course it would have to be water. Flooding in New Orleans, a bridge washed out in Tennessee, and now this. Why can't I ever catch a break from water." Elysia grouched to herself under her breath, recounting upon how she really, seriously does not like water in larger amounts than a cup of water, or any used for cooking. As she is grumbling about this, she gathers up her stuff, packing away her book, and unplugging herself from her bag, the wire coiling bag into the recesses of the bag. She then walks on board, obviously not at all happy about being this close to that much water, finding a seat that is decidedly a good distance away from any of the railings. Any who glance her way can see that she is in what looks like a constant state of agitation.

[User] After hearing the old man's statements, Silas climbed out of the tree. Still quite distrustful of the people gathered, he tries to make it onto the boat without anyone looking, jumping on to the boat from the shore. He quickly finds a spot where he thought he was safe and still be able to watch the other people climb on board. As he watches the people, he catches a glint of sun out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he sees the leg of a girl that is unnaturally shiny, and Silas was filled with an overwhelming desire to leap to the source of the refracted light. Throwing caution to the wind, Silas leaps from the shadows, landing on the shiny leg, and marveling at how clean it is and how well he can see his own reflection on the curved surface.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Rank: Noble

Species: Human

Appearance: Elias is of average build, although he's a bit short for his age. His light, fluffy brown hair extends a little past his ears and covers his eyes if he's not careful.He wears large, circular glasses and a dark green tunic crafted from fine cloth. An intricate pattern in gold has been sewn into it, and he ties a sash around the waist with his family crest on it.

Personality: Eli makes a stuffy, cold impression on most people, and as a result, he's never had many friends. He doesn't seem to mind, though; he's always muttering spells or flipping through tomes anyway and considers himself to be above the idle social activities that come with companionship. He's easily irritated, and has no qualms with snapping at someone if they annoy him. Although Eli is used to attending balls and festivities alongside his family of nobles, he prefers to skip the niceties and favors being blunt and often downright rude to others instead. At the very least, Eli treats himself with the same bluntness when he can't do something right.

History: The Beauvallets are an incredibly wealthy family of aristocrats, and have an infamous reputation for all the chaos they've caused to other nobility in trying to win the Grand Sage's favor. The Beauvallets also have a long history of flaunting their status and wealth, which has led to resentment from many people in the Empire that know of them. Elias was born to the patriarch of the Beauvallets, and his equally powerful wife. He had numerous older brothers, all taught in different fields of magic.

As one would expect, Elias lived a very cushy childhood. His father, a scholarly mage who once fought for the empire, began teaching him defensive magic when he was as young as seven, first teaching him basic runes, then simple spells, and then more complicated magic as the boy grew older. Soon Eli became obsessed with the art of magic- more than any of his older brothers, and was soon spending every night alone in his study, hunched over his desk with a quill and pen, or perhaps in the gardens, where he practiced spells with a frightening intensity.
His dream was that of every young noble in the Imperial Empire- Eli desired more than anything to rule by the Grand Mage's side someday.

Extra: He's way to confident in his own abilities, even if he is pretty skilled for his age.

[User]
Spade bent lower over his deep brown horse, Kynder, speeding up as the sun touched the horizon. He needed to reach the group before the sun completely winked out. Losing light near the Dead Woods was normally deadly. Either he finds them before the sun goes down or he waits till morning a safe distance from the forest. It'd do no one any good to get killed on a fool's errand through the inky forest.
Spade's eyebrows furrowed as he remembered the events leading up to this hasty ride. The Quinn's were a prominent, wealthy, and politically charged family but what they didn't have was a presence on this mission. They wanted to benefit and bask in the glory of a completed mission. Spade snorted with their self absorbed egos. As the least favorite item in all of their mansion they were quick to offer him as the fodder to their rise. The silver goblets were regarded more precious than their own son. He wasn't the daughter they wanted and he had a strange form of magic that made them uneasy. Spade smirked at their discomfort.
Despite their feelings about him they felt the need to send a Quinn to bring praise to the family and so after bribes, negotiations, and other political nonsense Spade was sent. Late. They sent him late. And now he was trying to make up for it.
Wind whistled past his ears while he squinted ahead. The first of the Dead Wood's trees were coming into view after hours of driving Kinder mercilessly. Spade didn't like working her this hard but there wasn't much of a choice. If they got across the Crag then his chances of finding them was near nothing.
A low whining whistle broke the silence from the nearing trees. A howl? Definitely, but of what? Undoubtedly some monstrous beasts the Crag had spit up. A sinking feeling filled Spade's gut. The party was probably the reason for the howl. He cursed and urged Kynder faster. Why'd they enter the forest this close to dark? Nobles. Their pride will be the undoing of them all. They think they own everything. They thought that they could tell mother nature when to rain and when it wasn't allowed. Unfortunately some could actually do it and that didn't help matters whatsoever.
Spade hit the edge of the forest and didn't slow whatsoever. He kept barreling through the darkening woods. Soon the carnage of a battle spread out before him. Fire, spikes of ice, and bodies of rotting wolves filled the path making Kynder's footing waver. Flicking the reigns Spade urged her to jump a particularly jagged spike of ice.
 "Their ice caster is pretty strong."  Spade muttered as he strained his ears for the group. He thought he could just make out their shouts up ahead. Kinder snorted fearfully as they passed a wolf that was just hanging on to life. Spade felt alive. This is what it was like to live not the infernal politics of the inner city. You only truly lived when you were closer to death.
Suddenly there were walls of fire along the sides of the road. Spade leaned low holding Kinder's mane and whispered in her ear.  "It's ok. It's ok. Just a bit of fire Kynder. That'a girl, Kynder."

Then the wolves came. They were trapped between fire. They were scared, hungry, and mad.  "Crap."  Spade said sitting back in the saddle. He quickly drew his Tarot Deck from the pocket in his sleeve and flipped the top one over swiftly. He momentarily glanced down to see three cups with three women above them.

Three of Cups.

Spade focused on the three mutated wolves on one side. Lowering the glowing card down at arms length he then thrust his arm straight up into the air. The reaction was immediate as three geysers of boiling water shot up. Spade smirked as the three wolves were propelled twenty feet into the air. Kynder and Spade flew underneath ignoring the other mutts. A satisfying yelp sounding from behind when they crashed back to the ground.

He could see the wagon now. The horses were in a panicked rush obviously scared from what they had just gone through. Spade was just allowing a smile of victory cross his lips when the monstrous bipedal creature crashed out of the trees. Charging forward Spade watched the party careen onto the bridge the monster closing in. A wall of fire sprang up but the festering creature didn't hesitate in the slightest. It stomped out some of the flames and Spade pushed Kynder to jump through the remaining small ones.
Spade knew if the creature reached the wagon it was going to go over the edge. He flipped another card praying for an easy solution.

Four of Pentacles.

Spade pointed the glowing card forward. A four cornered star appeared in the air before him. It shined of gold and fire. Then it shot off slamming into the legs of the beast and the stone beneath it. There was a resounding crack as the stone split and dropped a couple feet. The beast, stumbling from the explosion on its legs, fell hard on its face. Seeing his chance he urge Kynder past the fallen creature. They were going to make it! He did it!
Then the muscular arm of the creature spun around smashing into the side of Kynder. Spade was thrown from the saddle forcefully. Seemingly in slow motion Spade turned over in the air. He watched Kynder thrown into the air with the force of the impact sending her over the edge of the bridge. Then it all sped up again and he whipped around slamming into the stone bouncing and skidding forward toward the wagon.

It hurt.

[Assistant]
As one would expect, the Metallic creature was not one to waste time. Perhaps it had another objective tied into the group, at some point it had arranged to meet up with them. But they where late, and the Warden is far from patient.

The ground would rumble, and the faint sound of thunder would make the horses even more uneasy too the point that they tried to run in various direction despite being attached to a carriage. Within seconds a massive arc of lighting would seem to consume the undead pachyderm, along with a large section of cursed earth beneath it. A anguished trumpet is heard just before another loud crash shook the now burning trees along with any whom where still close to it.

When the light finally faded the Warden stood in a mess of burning gore and glass. Despite being blown to pieces its remaining limb and head continued to try and approach the group, to this the Warden did not act, rather it made a cold statement directed at the parties leader.

"Late..."

[User] When the carriage lurched forward thanks to the stupid beasts pulling it Thomas lost his footing, he fell of the side but was able to grab something before he fell to the ground. He climbed inside. When he saw the lumbering behemouth he pulled out all of his explosive tipped arrows but before he could fire it the sentient armor or whatever it was decimated it to a head and limb. "If that thing can do that by himself why are the rest of us here? It can do this quest on its own." He put back all but one of the explosive tipped arrows, the remained explosive tipped arrow he fired into the mouth of the head/limb freak. The resulting explosion was very satisfying and very disgusting, blood and guts went everywhere.

[Assistant]
"Sir!"
A timid, but firm voice tore Elias from his descending panic at the hopeless situation. Startled, he turned to the voice to see the fragile looking mage staring at him, her posture tense as if itching to flee. Before he could snap at the girl for yelling at him, the hounds lept towards the carriage- more specifically, Elias's precious face- in a repulsive clump, snarling and frothing at the mouth with a hungry expression on their deformed faces. He froze as the creatures lept for him, and only his fingers twitched, as if to summon a spell.

As soon as they lunged for the carriage, the beasts were impaled, huge ice crystals shooting up to keep them at bay. Elias lept back to avoid being splattered with blood, recalling what Lady Valtoris had shouted just moments before.

"Please... you have to pay attention. Without your barrier, they'd all come in at once. I'll block you." The girl pleaded, her eyes shining. The nobleman felt a sudden urge to laugh- he had expected to be scolded by her, which would have been both humiliating and an innapropriate way to adress an aristocrat. Yet, somehow being pleaded with made him more angry. Did anything make this little thing angry? Why, if someone ran up to her and stole everything she owned, she would probably apologize and tell the crook he forgot to take her purse.

Grumbling nonsense insults, Elias pushed his glasses a little further up his nose, and once again activated the shield, this time extending his hand a touch more, hoping that this time the shield would cover the whole wagon. Meanwhile, Lady Valtoris, the coachman, and the lumbering pile of metal had busied themselves as well fighting off the hounds. Lady Valtoris backed up towards the wagon, so they were secured more or less from all sides. If Elias wasn't so terrified he would have watched much more attentively. Even from a distance, it was easy to recognize her expertise on elemental magic.

Unfornutatly, his swooning was cut short as the carriage halted abrubtly. The horses whinnied in fear in front of the carriage, and although Elias couldn't see what was causing their fear, he could definetly feel it in the way the ground shook. Elias, still extending his hands to maintain the shield, poked his head out the window to see what was causing all the fuss, and instantly wished he hadn't. Strangely enough, someone seemed to be fighting it.

" And I thought this couldn't get any worse," he grumbled, past the point of terror. At this point, he was just annoyed with this whole ordeal. The shield began to glow brighter and denser in an attempt to protect the carriage and it's inhabitants. Elias didn't need to push himself for long- an anguished wail rose from the creature as it fell to the ground with a thud. To finish off the beast, the thief blew it to bits, causing blood and guts to fly through the air like rain. Once again, Elias fought the bile rising in his throat. Honestly, was shooting the thing really neccesary? It looked dead enough to him, no need to overdo it. He glared at the thief as he climbed in, complaining on the victor of the fight, which appeared to be the strange metal being.

Elias frowned. " It might be strong, but I'm hardly convinced that hollow metal creature's even the slightest bit clever." He snorted.


[System]
Asha Jabari
Character Quote: "Hurry up! Ragnarok won't stop itself."

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Character Summary
Aliases: Raven, Forge
Age: 18
Birthday: October 2nd, 1965
Death Date: July 23rd, 1984
Ethnicity: Swahili
Birth Place: Boston, Massachusetts
Godly Parent: Odin
How Many Years At Hotel Valhalla: 31
Gender: Female
Languages: English, Old Norse

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Appearance
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 110
Body Type: Limber
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Dark
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Triple pierced ears; scar on back
Personal Style: (A paragraph, what does he or she like to wear, hair style what they usually wear ect)

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Psychology
Playful * Blunt * Compassionate * Vengeful * Dedicated * Mysterious

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Asha is a mischievous soul, enjoying poking fun at others - especially her fellow einherjar. The world could use a little more laughter, in order to spare some of the pain associated with the natural occurrences in life: broken hearts, loss, illness, betrayal, and much more... While she may smile at perhaps the wrong time or find a situation to be silly that others find seriousness, do not mistake her as being heartless. Asha has dedicated herself to helping others, choosing to walk her path in her own manner and to protect the Nine Realms.

She feels it is her duty to help those in need and to prevent evil from triumphing, no matter what shape or form this may be. She does not always agree with the rule of law. It has its benefits, yet also its limitations. Similarly, however, the world cannot operate on chaos and anarchy - there needs to be a balance between the two. She walks the grey line between them, sometimes a vigilante and at others, a stout upholder of the law. Whatever the situation needs, she will be.

Fatal Flaw: Believing She Is Above Destiny and Fate
Habits: Rolling her eyes
Hobbies: Tinkering with weapons, Soccer
Fears:
* Failing her father, Odin
* Falling into Ginnungagap
* Being trapped forever as a different form

Likes:
* Hairstyling
* Animals
* Music
* Swimming
* Inventions
* Fire

Dislikes:
* Rain
* Public Transportation
* Politics
* Orange
* Senior Einherjar
* Loki

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Shapeshifting
* Telumkinesis

General Skills:
* Battle Strategy
* Norse Mythology
* Perception
* Survival
* Metalworking
* Crafting

Combat Skills:
* Sword Fighting
* Knife Fighting
* Brawling
* Shield Fighting

Magic Item:
* Bunnløs - a bag that can hold seemingly an infinite number of things while being relatively weightless
* Ravnskriker - a bone steel sword. If Asha loses it, it will reappear in its sheath.

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Beige and white t-shirt with the Dagaz rune symbol, white necklace, silvery shorts, white sneakers
* Purse/Wallet - $100 U.S.
* Bunnløs
* Ravnskriker
* Wooden Shield with the rune of Odin
* Lighter
* Mini notebook and pen
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Possessions In Hotel Room:
* Books on Weapons Forging
* Weapons Forge - and its various components, design tables, etc...
* Spare Clothing
* Photograph of her and her mother
* High school diploma
* Photograph of her and her senior year soccer team
* Photograph of a 10 year old Asha with a wooden sword at a Renaissance Faire
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History
Biography: Asha's mother was a professor of history in Boston, focusing on the Viking Age. Her expertise on the subject caught the eye of the Norse god Odin. The two of them had a brief romance, where Odin confirmed the majority of her hypotheses and theories - and in addition, sired a child. She named her daughter Asha in honor of her Swahili heritage (the name means Life) and hoping that Asha would grow up to create peace in the world.

Her mother never remarried, but even just on one income they were able to have an expensive home in Brookline. Asha went to a private, charter school up through middle school, before transferring to the private high school her mother's university ran for high school. Asha had two primary hobbies - the first was playing soccer. She was incredibly good at it, seemingly gifted and able to memorize plays nearly instantly. Her coach would praise her, convinced that Asha would be able to get a scholarship for college from her skills.

Her second hobby was order. Asha was really into swords. At museums, she always went straight for the swords, daggers if swords weren't present. She was just fascinated by their form. Her mother didn't really encourage this interest, though she didn't discourage it either. Asha would do all of the cute craft kits she could find, usually instructing kids on how to make and decorate wooden swords, but she would always get super serious about it. For her sixteenth birthday, her mother let Asha get a 'real' (display) sword and the demigod just about fainted from excitement.

Since dying and becoming a member of her father's army, Asha spends her free time learning about metalworking and crafting. Her dream is to one day craft the finest magical sword the world has ever seen... one capable of changing destiny and fate. For now, her best blade that she's managed to create in the forges is her bone steel sword, Ravnskriker, meaning Raven Scream.

How Did You Get To Hotel Valhalla: Asha was at summer camp, her last year of eligibility as in the fall she was due to start college. She had gone to the camp before each summer beginning in the first grade, spending a week away from home in the wilderness. Unfortunately, this summer one of the campers was unstable. They went on a murder spree with a gun in the dead of night. Asha managed to make it to the archery range, where she tried to use a bow and arrow to stop the killer. She managed to fatally wound her opponent, but not before she herself was shot and killed.

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Additional Information
Theme Song:
Extra Information:
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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Arnora Skadidottir

Location: Hotel Valhalla: Lounge -> Reception
Skills: N/A

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Arnora looked between Asha and Klara and couldn't help but snicker slightly when Asha called her Klarance which was pretty funny, and looked over at Klara. "At least she didn't call you Klarie." Arnora pointed out, while looking between Hunding and Helgi she did feel bad for Hunding. He was king of the Saxons at one point remembering him really well having been dead since pretty much that time as well and knew a lot of the abuse that Helgi always gave him. "Maybe you should talk to your father about him then." Arnora said to Asha since she was the daughter of Odin himself as well.

Arnora looked at Klara before following Asha towards the reception area, so far there hadn't been any new Einherjar today yet anyway there were always a few that would come in through the doors at some point during the day. Helgi stopped for a moment and looked over at Asha as she called him over, and made his way towards her. "What can I do for you Daughter of Odin?" Helgi asked while Hunding looked at Asha and gave her a grateful smile, as Arnora dug into her pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar she had on her and handed it over to the poor doorman. Which made him instantly tear up and mouthed a thank you before scurrying off to do some of his other duties for now while Helgi was distracted.

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Klara Blake

Location: Hotel Valhalla: Lounge
Skills: N/A

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 "I do have a name you know," Klara responded to Asha with a bit of an eye roll, it was somewhat annoying, but figured that she might as well drop it completely. There was no point arguing since they'd probably be sitting there for hours and that definitely would not be any fun. She wasn't at all too surprised that Asha was talking about Helgi being mean to poor Hunding. "I totally agree with you on that one, honestly it is ridiculous how Hunding is treated, not sure what all we can do regarding that situation though."

 The words were barely out of her mouth before Asha went over to the pair and started talking, and Klara just shook her head. "Wonder what Asha is going to try and do," she said to Arnora, before she followed along after Arnora who went to follow Asha. Maybe she was wanting to go play babysitter to Asha? This certainly wasn't exactly a good thing, but she was glad that between the two, they had managed to get Hunding away from Helgi. She was also wondering how much longer this charade was going to last, since she wasn't too sure if Asha had any sort of task to actually give Helgi.

[User]
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🐺 Asha Jabari 🐺

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Location: Hotel Valhalla - Reception
Skills: N/A

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 Asha didn't really speak with her father very often - she had only spoken with Odin twice throughout her entire time at Hotel Valhalla. This was fairly typical for the demigod einherjar, as their parents were gods and often just... didn't show up. Because of that, she didn't really feel bad if she threw around her father's name in order to get Hunding a deserved break from Helgi's bullying. It honestly shocked her that no one had really said anything about it to the All-Father. Whenever she saw Odin again - admittedly, which could be thousand of years from then - she figured she'd ask for a favor.

 If not, she could always lie to Helgi and tell him that Odin decreed he had to be nice to Hunding.

 Actually, that was an excellent idea. "The All-Father has misplaced his dagaz rune somewhere between floors three hundred and three hundred fifty. He has asked me to inform you, O great Hunding, that you have the honor of retrieving it for him. No magical items can be used, as the rune is potentially unstable, and no one else is authorized to help you in this hunt. The All-Father wishes you well on your quest and asks that you bring the rune and place it on his chair at tonight's feast."

[Assistant]
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Arnora Skadidottir

Location: Hotel Valhalla: Reception
Skills: N/A

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"This should be fun to watch though, though I do wish Hunding would actually kill Helgi or something once in awhile." Anrora said, knowing that the two were just like them einherjar as well. She leaned herself up against the nearby wall as she watched Asha with a little bit of amusement wondering if her little blood relation to the All-Father would actually work. "Think he will fall for it?" Arnora asked looking at Klara, she noticed Hunding wasn't to far from them either hiding behind the reception desk. Which was a little bit more than disappointing to see as well.

Helgi turned his attention over towards Asha for a moment eyeing her up and down, wondering if he actually believed her or not, before letting out a slight sigh. "Of course, Odin forgets something somewhere in the hotel." Helgi turned towards Hunding again. "Watch the desk i'll be back when I can." Helgi said before turning and started to make his way over towards the elevator and closed it, leaving the four of them all alone, Hunding coming out from behind the reception desk. "Thank you." Hunding said to Asha giving her a slight smile.

[User]
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Klara Blake

Location: Hotel Valhalla: Lounge
Skills: N/A

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 "Think we'd get in trouble for killing Helgi on his behalf? Or at least help him do it? Since I'd be all for that one if I'm being perfectly honest. Helgi needs to learn a lesson about being rude seriously," she said with a bit of a giggle to Arnora as she more or less was just wanting to see how things turned out with this. The fact that Asha was throwing around who her father was was a bit of a hilarious thing to watch as she tried to see what Helgi would do regarding Hunding, and she was somewhat hoping that Helgi fell for it.

 She had to fight back a laugh as Helgi spoke to Hunding before taking off into the elevator and leaving them there. As soon as Helgi was gone though, she couldn't help it as she started giggling like crazy. "Wow, I'm sorry, but I can't believe that he fell for that. Asha that was brilliant!" she said, still laughing at the whole thing. She was glad that Asha's plan had seemed to work, freeing Hunding from Helgi for a while at least, it gave the guy a break, no matter how brief.

[Assistant]
🐺 Asha Jabari 🐺

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Location: Hotel Valhalla - Reception
Skills: N/A

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 Asha had a simple smile on her face, though her eyes shined with glee and delight. While she was a rather proud and mischievous soul, she tended to be a bit muted and restrained as well, an aura of mystery about her. She had a bit of a flair for the dramatics, probably taking after her father in that regard. "You're welcome, Hunding. Since he's grody to you, you can decide if you want to hide a fake rune somewhere or if there shouldn't even be a fake one for him to find." It wouldn't save him from Helgi forever and Asha wouldn't be able to likely distract him again soon for Hunding, but it was at least a partial reprieve.

 She then looked at her fellow einherjar. Klara seemed pretty enthusiastic about it all and Asha blushed faintly. "Anyways... Do you two have any interesting ideas on what to do today? I'm not really feeling like doing Tennis to the Death. It just gets a bit repetitive, y'know..." In truth, she didn't like any of the activities that ended in death. She would much rather be the one building the weapons and forging them than the one being run through with them.


[System]
Persona: Desperation

Appearance:

Under his equipment, Thule is a white skinned man with blue eyes and blonde-brown hair that he keeps short for professional reasons.

Age: 25

Archetype: Magical doctor.

Power set:
Necromancers Surgical Tools (3): A set of medical tools that have been infused with Necromatic magical power, they serve the duel purpose of healing and killing.

In the hands of a trained medical professional, the patient can be kept alive through much more then they would normally be able to take via magical means. Likewise blood transfutions and organ transplants that shouldn't work will take perfectly.

They can also serve as very effective melee weapons, the magic helping to end life as readily as it would save it.

The tools cannot create blood or organs, nor does they grant medical skill; If someone wishes to perform a heart transplant with these tools, they would need surgical training and a heart to make the transplant with.

Desperation's powers over life and death has grown with practice, allowing him to keep someone in his general area alive beyond their natural limits without having actually be working on them at the time; This does require his concentration through.

Stealthy (1)- Digression is the better part of valor... and Desperation has a bounty on him now.

Character Traits:
Field Medic: Your on the spot judgement is impressive, your likeliness to achieve success is greatly increased when under pressure.

Origin Story: Surgeon Thule Alexander spent many years of his life to become a surgeon in order to help people; He might not have been the greatest or smartest medical student alive but he still processed some talent.

Shortly after he began his career proper however, his nephew fell ill and required a liver transplant in order to save his life. The problems arose when it became clear that there was a lack of livers to be transplanted... And even fewer that were of the correct blood type.

Despite for a solution, Thule turned to magic and found Necromancy; He wasn't interested in raising the dead, but the dark magic taught him ways to alter flesh and blood in order to keep the living alive. He ended turning a personal set of medical tools into his foci, infusing them with dark magic.

When he was finally confident enough to try it, Thule donned the persona of 'Desperation' and murdered a random gang thug in order to gain access to his organs, namely his liver. The operation to save his Nephew went off without a hitch and Thule found a new way to help people.

The superhero community disagreed with the methods that Desperation employed and has made several half hearted efforts to shut him down; He has survived so far by being a minor threat while there were always bigger fish to fry and he has a decent amount of community good will; There are plenty of families who would be missing a member if it wasn't for the actions of Desperation.

[User]
Oscar took off sprinting just as soon as he saw the girl in the belt start running, swearing loudly at her back. It became quickly apparent that he had no chance of keeping up with her, however - she was faster than any person had any damn right to be. By the time he caught up, she'd already smashed her way through the door and one of the bouncers, revealing a rather posh room full of hired security. A card from Eric flew into the second bouncer, so Oscar opted to continue his charge inside.

"Oi, douchebag!" he screamed as he shoulder-tackled the first thug he saw, knocking him to the ground. He aimed a few wild kicks at the man's head, then bent down to grab him by the shirt. Grunting, the Enhanced lifted the man over his head and threw him through the room, sending him crashing into a table and splitting down the middle.

Panting, Oscar stepped through the door, fumbling in his pants for his gun. He'd just managed to produce the weapon when a dull, stinging impact took him hard in the shoulder, causing him to toss the gun out of his reach. Getting shot sucked.

A few more thugs were running at him, including, rather miraculously, the man he'd already thrown - Oscar had thought he'd be down for the count, but he looked to be soldiering on. What a hero. The enhanced shifted his injured arm for a moment and charged forward, yelling.

He clotheslined one thug directly in the forehead, sending him spilling to the ground. The bouncer from before had produced a knife, and swung it widely a few times. Oscar blocked it with his arm, each parry sending another line of dull, stinging pain down his arm as he was cut. "Will you - urg - will you STOP THAT?"

Oscar grabbed the back of his neck and threw himself into a bone-cracking headbutt, silently thanking the bastard doctor for giving him a super-strong skull. Dazed and in terrible pain, the hired muscle took a few steps back, shaking his head to clear it. Immediately, the enhanced grabbed a chair and broke it across the man's back, sending him spilling to the ground and leaving Oscar holding two long sticks of wood that he immediately began flailing at his fallen opponent. "Like that, huh, you son of a bitch? That what you wanted? Pull a knife on me, you goddamn..."

He may have continued beating his unconscious victim indefinitely, had the thug he'd clotheslined earlier not struggled to his feet and attempted to save his friend, grabbing a bottle and smashing it over Oscar's head. Grimacing, the enhanced wheeled around, a few shards of glass still stuck in his scalp. "Son of a BITCH!" He punched the man full force in the chest, sending him flying back a few feet.

The enhanced was on him just as he struggled to his feet, blocking a few paniced punches and replying with three of his own that made the thug crumple once again. Oscar bent to lift the man, sending him flying across the room and destroying a very nice-looking couch.

[Assistant]
It was a short walk down the street. Pann went over the plan with Eric, and the two of them agreed that it would be best to gather more playing cards, Eric wasn't a conjurer and Pann's magic was still nonexistent right now so Eric only had as many cards as he carried on him. Right now, one deck of 52 cards.

Walking down the ally the wrestler girl ran straight into the place, taking one of the goons with her. Bouncer number two managed to pull out his gun and point it towards the rampaging girl before he felt a sharp pain in his spine. He fell over dead, the five of diamonds in his back. "I wouldn't do that if I was you." Eric muttered. Then suddenly remembering what was happening he ran after the girl, nearly jumping down the stairs Eric found himself at the bottom with Meteora looking over the confused mass, "What? We heard this place was pretty cool. Me and my friends just want to take a look around." Eric would then snap like a whip as a card flew from his hand into a suited man reaching for something in his coat, the man would fall over as the gun hit the floor. "We mean no trouble, just want to have some fun." Eric said with a grin on his face.

[User]
Third Invincible Sister sneered in contempt as the creatures retreated further into the shadows. "A society of misshapen creatures that have shut themselves off from the world in fear and hatred? How disgusting!"

She tilted back her cowboy hat for a better view before marching into the corridor, fists clenched at her side. "I am Gang Min-Seo of Pyongyang!" she yelled as she strode down the corridor, Air Jordans squelching in puddles of slime. "The third of the Five Invincible Sisters! But who I am is not important, for I strike not for myself but for the glory of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea! I am a warrior for the Glorious Leader! I am the hooves of Chollima!"

She reached the room at the end of the hallway and assumed a taekwondo stance, eyes moving in search of the creatures in the dim room. "Fight me and die!" she bellowed.

[Assistant]
"I would really like to know what a Korea is.", Harvey had his weapon ready, still a little bit confused by the teleport. "But first we are going to have to kill whatever creatures these are. We need to hunt them, chase them into a corner. Oh the excitement!"

Harvey aimed into the darkness. He just hoped that his weapon would be effective against the enemy's. If not this could have a very bad ending for him. But perhaps they would eat the Korea-Lady first. Hopefully. His Hazard Suit might offer him some protection but he would feel a lot better if he had any Idea what their enemy was.
"You know back on Xetodia we have a saying for a Situation like this. It goes: Zwof'j xexe kro'Z' takax zoz-Eo N'Z.", he fired a low energy warning shot into the darkness, the lightning illuminated the darkness for a second. It seemed empty. "Actually now that I think about it that saying does neither translate well nor fit here at all. Sorry I mentioned it."

[User]
The alien said his name, and his planet. Ahh she was going to like this one, Harvey. Maybe get him to do her few things for her in the future. The lady mentioned mind control. Something she would have to find. It would help her either way.

Fun time teleporting. Much fun for her. It was always fascinating how that works. The creature/ creatures? no clue, inside made bluer like noise. Living material she could sense it. Everything living could in anywise me controlled in someway. She watched the strange Korean walk into the lair shouting, no sense of fear or even the though to check the hall she walked into. She did know she stood out like a solo cup in a wine tasting? Didn't she. How brainwashed was the girl. She going to be fun to mess with.

Fallowing the Alien, Harvey, who had deiced on his own he should share random things. Such a fun, toy. She walked into the lair her eyes scanning the walls as they walked searching for the slightest movement.

" Come out, come out where ever you are little monster. Don't you want to come and play? " She replied to the beast calling facing a wall the other two had missed to cover. Her eyes staying fixed for any movement, waiting for it to show itself. So she could try her way with it before the others were killed. At the least she could get it to leave, maybe, she was still unsure of her power against creations.

[Assistant]
EPPIE JONES

The Lair
Eppie followed the others into the entrance of the Lair, noting that Gang Ming-Seo's true name was finally spoken and how she called out... no... more 'demanded' for the beast to fight them head on. This was then followed by Harvey's warning shot that resonated down into the darkness, and finally Alice's call for the little monster to appear.

"Do you really expect a monster to serve itself up on a silver plateau? Eppie wouldn't be doing that if Eppie was a monster..." her words coming out a little sarcastic as she walked past the three individuals into the lead position, pushing by the Third Sister into the room that she was evaluating. "We can tell you now that there is nothing in here."

Casually Eppie looked around the room, noting the tables and crates that were scattered around the place. The lights flicked ever so gently with enough energy to show what they were but not enough time for the eyes to adjust to the change in brightness. As she looked around she lifted her arm and rested her hand on the back of her head. With a slight pop in the skin, the back of her hand opened to reveal a glancing eye. After a quick look at the other villains, it darted it's gaze around the room taking in all that it could see.

It has been here recently.

Eppie knows, she can see the damage to the walls and equipment.

Eppie walked over to a table, placing her hand on the flat surface and felt the smooth textured that had been scarred by some beast. She looked down at the eye, watching it's gaze fixate on her face. "You will kill soon... Eppie promises."

The eye's sight narrowed slightly before closing up and hiding away from the outside world.

[User]
Despration
Casino.

It had been interesting to see the various people that has decided to join him on this venture to take out a casino. A part of him had to wonder just how safe the method of teleportation that the lair team had used, but considering that he was going to be walking instead of using it himself he didn't exactly care that much.

As they had walked towards the destination, the plague doctor had tried to start a conversation but the walk was rather short and the moment they arrived the muscle headed girl with the belt had charged ahead without any attempt at thinking and forcing everyone else to charge in after her to save her ass.

Turning towards the snake woman for a moment as he remarked "It isn't like having a plan going into this would have been a good idea or anything. Oh well... Then again, your exotic beauty would have made anything subtle kind of hard."

Following after his collages at a somewhat more relaxed pace, Despration noticed the coat room woman who was clearly confused by what was going on. Raising his hat to the woman, he simply said "[i]Take your doctor's advice. Go home and get some rest." His message given, the hat was returned to his head as he continued to follow the sounds of destruction.

Going down the stars and entering the casino proper before drawing a scalpel. One of the guards turned their attention away from the others and moved to raise a gun at the newest threat. With a surprising amount of skill, Despration flicked the scalpel through the air, striking the man in the throat and causing him to drop the gun and reach for his neck.

Striding confidently over to the man, Despration seized the handle of the scalpel, causing the blade to start glowing darkly. Hearing the sound of someone sneaking up behind him, Despration twisted the blade before pulling it free by kicking the man off of it, spinning around to slice cleanly through a new guards throat and letting him start choking on air.

Two down...