[System]
Gender: Female

Nationality+Special Forces Origin: British; Originally SAS before transfer to Hong Kong's Special Duties Unit

Age: 29

Appearance: Olivia's physical profile dictates that she stands at a rather tall 6 feet 2 inches (187cm), and weighs around 174 lbs (78 kg). Olivia likes to maintain a fit physique, often spending her downtime making sure she is in tip-top shape. As a result, her physical fitness often rivals, sometimes even surpassing that of her male colleagues.

No official picture could be found, but a certain someone found these around:

Rank: Staff Sergeant

Role: Marksman/Pointman

Weapon(s):
Remington ACR
- 30 round 6.8 SPC magazine
- EOTech Holographic Hybrid Sight III
- AN/PEQ-15 Laser Sight
- Magpul AFG-2
- Optional Silencer

Sig Sauer P226 MK25
- SureFire flashlight
- Optional Silencer

Mk14 EBR Mod 0
- Standard Modifications

Sig Sauer P226 MK25
- SureFire flashlight
- Optional Silencer

Heckler and Koch MP5N
- EoTech 552 Holographic Sight
- SureFire Vertical Foregrip w/ Flashlight
- Optional Silencer

Glock 17

Mossberg 590A1
- Tactical Light Forend

H&K MP7
- Trijicon Reflex Sight

Glock 18c
- 33 round 9x19mm magazine

All come standard with
3x L109A1 Frag Grenades
2x L83A1 Smoke Grenades
2x G60 Flashbangs
1x C4
Gerber Combat Knife

Brief Background: [CLASSIFIED]

Equipment:
OPS Core FAST Carbon Helmet
Oakley SI Assault Glove (Always in either black or New Khaki)
adidas GSG-9 High Boots
Crye Precision G3 Combat Shirt and Pant (in non-CQB settings)
Under Armour Compression Shirt and Crye Precision G3 Combat Pant (in Urban settings)
Crye Precision CAGE Plate Carrier with MOLLE System
Luminox Black Ops Carbon Watch
TOS 0.8 (Tactical Observation Sight) (Utilized as a contact lens)
5-11 Tactical RUSH72 Backpack

[User]
Rainer Johnston sat loosely against the wall of the Viking, letting the vehicle's rocking motions pass into him without complaint or resistance. Unlike the others, he felt nothing, at the moment. One of them prayed; a few more get angry, others just get really grumpy. Rainer had an objective, and there were going to be a great many obstacles out there, most of which would be taken care of by the rest of his team. Such is the nature of his role, and everyone else's role.

He didn't do much more than placidly listen to everything, apathetic and impassive.

His face hardened somewhat, however, whenever his boots met the dusty asphalt. His HK416 was up and at the ready, but unlike the others, he didn't fire. He followed his makeshift fireteam leader, covering Volkov as they made their way to their chosen roost.

He didn't need to fire; every skinny that poked their head out was shot within three seconds, without having enough time to aim. Only once did he feel the need to fire, and that's when an AK poked around a corner, about to blindfire. Unfortunately for him, the didn't realize that the walls were made of, essentially, dirt. Two rounds dropped the AK's owner, in a building on the opposite street. Maybe not as 'useful' as shooting someone in the building they were running to, but he had their backs and not all of them were so observant.

He didn't bat an eye at the technical- he didn't need to see it, there was no reason for him to distract himself with it, and the majority of his team wasted too much time as it was staring at it. In the single moment that the Russian operative, Volkov, turned to look at the technical, was the same moment he fired his third round, taking out another insurgent hoping for a shot at the female soldier.

A half-dozen and more operatives working together on an operation against a major insurgent group, all of them wearing something that proclaims the nation they came from- a terrifying sight for a rebel, to see the world working as one against them.

He covered Volkov's back all the way to his designated strike point, kneeling down near the window. Setting his HK416 on the ground, he reached up and curled his fingers against the windowsill, carefully peeking over with his helmet's cam. Nothing was aimed his way; he scanned the area, activating Ficklehelm and highlighting the skinnies over the TOS. Some were running towards them, and being cut down by soldiers elsewhere; others were running away. More still hunkered down behind cover.

Ducking back out of sight, he spun on his shoes to stare at Volkov through his four-eyed advanced logistical helmet. He glanced at the man, still gurgling slightly, lying on the floor, before slowly picking up his HK416 again.

After a moment, he radioed in- "Johnston in position, ready to bring in the rain on command and coordinates. Received?"

[Assistant]
Davidsen jostled around with the rocking of the APC as it traversed the uneven terrain. A cacophony of gunfire, explosions, muffled screaming, and the occasional pinging of bullets bouncing off the APC's armor were filling his ears. A new mission. . . more lives at risk, he thought to himself. He carried the same weight on his shoulders like all medics world-wide did; that of losing a soldier you're trying to save. Just before each mission, Davidsen would recite the names of those lost under his care in his head and tell himself; No More. This time was no different. He hunched over and rested his elbows on his knees in a praying manner and began his mantra.

Jomar Hansen, 20, Oslo. Olev Aamland, 22, Bergen. Osmund Winjum, 19, Stavanger. Anne Hovland, 24, Drammen. Eidolf Allum, 31, Arendal.

Many people believed a medic could save a lot of lives. The tragic fact though is most battlefield deaths were unpreventable. 90% of deaths could not be saved. The dark joke that medics would only make you feel better while you died was ironically true. Davidsen has a hard time accepting this, but he manages.

Davidsen finished his pre-mission ritual just in time for Nikolaj's brief. Find the last of the explosives cache, and let the Dutch mop up. It sounded simple enough; and with an ROE of Weapon's Free, it should be a straigh-forward mission. But then, aren't most? Davidsen fell under Volkov this time around, and he gave an assuring nod towards his team leader. Soon after the briefing was finished, the APC came to a halt and began suppresive fire with its mounted .50 HMG. Nikolaj opened the rear hatch, giving the silent order to move out and get to cover. Davidsen followed Volkov's suit and posted up on a building's corner a few feet away from Volkov. He took a knee, and peeked out of cover with his 416C at the ready. Explosions, tracer rounds, and flying dust and debris filled his view. A scene straight out of Hollywood, but this was real not some fake crap that glorified it. Skinnies were dropping like flies as quick, precise gunfire quickly overwhelmed their own untrained potshots.

"Tangos, 2'o Clock," Davidsen shouted in a thick Norwegian accent. He was referring to a pair of foes posted up in the third story of a bombed out building. He trained his weapon on them and with two quick bursts, they fell backwards dead. A technical soon came into view followed by Nikolaj's order to Lay it out! Davidsen's carbine wouldn't do enough damage to the vehicle, not to mention the overwhelming firepower that was already being poured onto the vehicle. He, instead, focused his attention on the enemies rushing to the vehicle for cover. One man was high stepping it, toward the rear of the vehicle, and with a burst from Davidsen's rifle, fell short of his destination. Thanks to the power of the supporting .50 from the APC, the technical was quickly turned into Swiss cheese, along with the occupants.

Volkov had given the order to stack up on the side of the building suspected to house their objective. As he traversed the scarred earth, his attention was focused on the roofs and outcroppings of the nearby buildings. Urban environments were a hotbed of sneak attacks and ambushes from above. He and the rest of the team safely made it to the door. Volkov told him to go in behind Dima. The shield carrying man would provide excellent cover from any skinnies waiting inside. Davidsen provided security while Dima set up a breaching charge. Dima screamed, "Breaching," and Davdisen followed quickly behind into the hole. Dima had quickly dispatched the adversaries in the hallway, along with a foe wheeling around a nearby doorway. Dima was already all set up to breach the next room. Davidsen stacked up behind him and after priming a flashbang, he replied, "Ready."

[User]
"Look what we've got here... bloody traitor."

Olivia glared into the masked British men's eyes as they interrogated her with questionable methods. Nothing seemed to work on the former SAS operator, and it was rightfully so given the intense training she had suffered through in order to get where she was today. She knew every move they were going to make and made the proper adjustments in order to cope with it. She was no stranger to pain, pain was something an operator of her caliber had to deal with. They had tried pretty much everything Olivia had expected, which was what she was expecting the whole time. Electrocution? Physical abuse? Waterboarding? She knew how to deal with it. They weren't supposed to kill her anyway. And quite frankly, if they had even the slightest bit of brains in them they would know that nothing they were doing was of any actual effect. She was bulletproof to these people, she wasn't even sure if they knew what they were doing. By the way they were stumbling on their words, feet, they were most likely amateurs. It was very funny. They even pistol whipped her for crying out loud, but Olivia just kept her composure. She knew the situation she was going to turn heavily against her favor. In a few hours or so she would be moved even further into England. The closer she was the less of a chance she had to escape. Nobody knew her true story. A former SAS operator gone undercover. It sounded like it was straight out of a movie but that was really the story. The whole plan had gone to shit and here she was. A shithole in the middle of nowhere getting beaten and interrogated rather ineffectively.

She only looked blankly ahead now, having a feeling in her gut that something was going to happen. She wasn't sure if it was good or bad but something was going to go down regardless. Anxiety loomed in her mind, she was trying to read what exactly her gut was trying to tell her. Was she gonna brace for something? Was this the last she would see of the outside world? She didn't know. And quite frankly, she was just about accept her fate. The bureaucrats upstairs didn't want any bad shit with Colombia, so it was best that they cut their ties with Olivia and her operation and treat her as if she was a piece of trash. She was going to end up in the British equivalent of Gitmo. It was going to be hard, and definitely undeserved, but what could she do? It was her against the world. That is, until she heard a huge explosion. Gunshots were fired and bodies dropped, but Olivia only opened her eyes to see a certain figure in the shadows. Everyone around her was dead. The shadow came closer and closer to her, before his face was dimly lit up by the lightbulb. She swore to god that she had seen him before. Sometime during something like a SBS-SAS joint operation. She couldn't remember his name for the life of her though.

Whatever it was, regardless, either she was going to be executed death row style, or she was going to be rescued. Olivia hoped to god it was the latter. All this effort just for one person. Soon he was face to face with her, beard on her chin as she stared into his cold eyes. As he finally spoke, her mind made the connections almost immediately. It was the one and only. She stayed silent as she listened to him talk, some of it being slightly muffled due to the distance and the shock from the explosion wearing off. Before she knew it she found herself released from the chair. It was about time. She stood up, feeling a slight pain as she put weight on her left leg. It was probably just from sitting for too long. She rolled her wrist around, before seeing the Glock being handed to her. The weight of the gun indicated it was loaded. She had the chance to just shoot him right there, but why? Why bite the hand that feeds you? Olivia sighed and lowered her gun, indicating that she wanted to follow Merlin. Hopefully what he had in store for her was good. This was going to be a lot of trouble if this was all for nothing.


[System]
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Age: 25

Job: PT Pilot, Captain

Personality: Corinne is a cocky, commanding young woman with an indefatigable will and awe-inspiring presence. She is a charismatic leader seized with a singular, forceful - some would say downright demented - sense of humanism and passion for victory. While she likes to think of herself as a just woman, in truth justice is merely one cornerstone of her endless, one-sided quest to better humanity by bringing it to what she perceives as her level. This megalomania, bordering on a god complex, can translate into devil-may-care recklessness with ease, and despite her earned statue as a leader and her desire to lead, that fearlessness is most often manifested in a hot-headed, stubborn desire to ever allow for an inch of lost ground; death, similarly, is an exit ramp for quitters. In a similar attempt to feed her flair for the dramatic, she will often wear an ornate silver mask into battle or around her team, disguising the top two thirds of her face from view from others for the sake of pure entertainment and to cultivate an atmosphere of other-worldliness.

Off the job [REDACTED]

No one knows what Corinne Shourichi does when the lights go out.

Skills: Shourichi is a highly capable pilot, specializing in high-performance and low-defense units and maximizing firepower. In a vehicle, she's similarly menacing, enjoying drifting for fun whether there are passengers in the vehicle or not. She's a more than capable certified expert marksman, in or out of her R-Blade - although it's hard to miss a target with a G-Railgun.

In her private time, Corinne enjoys [REDACTED]

No one knows what Captain Shourichi does when she's left to her own devices.

Bio: Corinne Shourichi, whether purposely or through her own myopia, has cultivated an air of mystery that surrounds her personal life like an iron maiden. Little is known of the bubblegum-haired girl in the butterfly mask beyond the bare skeleton of her early life that she describes from before the war. She was born in Yokohama, to a French celebrity chef and a high-ranking businesswoman in a Japanese zaibatsu that specialized mainly in automotive and aerospace technologies. Her childhood became troubled at one point, as there are various offenses on record regarding driving complaints and illegal street racing, which likely culminated in a documented move to Paris with her father at the age of sixteen. She spent five months in a culinary school before dropping out, and after a brief period of time off the grid with yet another dried up money trail, she enrolled in academy with the Federation.

She distinguished herself through daring and bravado in the war against the Divine Crusaders as well as the L5 Campaign, where she first began to wear her now-trademark butterfly mask. After L5, she was assigned to head up the experimental new UTX squadron, an assignment she took on with zeal.
Unit: PTX-014-2 R-Blade "Shourichi Special"

Appearance:

(NOTE: Corinne, for reasons entirely unrelated to her mask, hair, charisma, and high-octane nature, has painted R-Blade Unit 2 a bright red, with gold replacing the original red of the first prototype as a secondary color.)

Weapons:
* Vulcan Guns
* G-Revolver
* G-Railgun
* Mega Beam Rifle
* Blade Tonfa

Equipment:
* Tesla Drive

Notes:
Corinne's R-Blade was fitted with a Tesla Drive for flight capability, as well as a Mega Beam Rifle to make the most of her proficient accuracy.

[User]
"Rodger that Maine 1, try not to get blasted to little bits and watch your back out there."

Adam warned his fellow pilot like an overly protective mother telling her children not to hurt themselves on the playground before letting them loose. Adam aimed the head of his unit towards the homing missles coming his way and used the Vulcan to detonate the missiles. A volley of missiles meet a swarm of lead. Causing the sky to be covered in red fire and smoke.

The red headed pilot pushed three switches at his left side, two to readjust the thrusters to change for raw speed to focusing it's output to enhance the agility of the unit and the last switch to have his unit pull out his photon rifle which was strapped to the back of the unit and shifted upwards allowing the Huskie to draw the rifle and aim it at the swarm of flying lions.

As they got into range Adam took a few potshots at the enemy. It wasn't to kill, as the photon rifle was too inaccurate at this range, but he wanted to break the formation there was always one or two pilot that would panic at a volley of photon bullets rushing towards them and break formation. Sure enough one of the lion pilots broke off from the rest. Not taking this chance Adam pressed his attack using the photon rifle to lead the unit further away from the others Adam rushed forward and at the last moment drew his plasma blade.

Before the enemy unit could understand what was happening Adam was on him like a pack of wolves and after cutting off both of the unit's arms, he stabbed the unit in the torso going through it and into the left thruster of the lion and then using his units leg kicked it away from him. If the pilot wasn't killed instantly gravity would do the rest of the work for him. Pressing his advantage and using the momentum Adam turned his photon rifle to the rest of the enemy air units and unleashed another volley, providing support fire for the rest of his team.

[Assistant]
@Shiyonichi @GarlandDaHero

Acknowledgement lights winked at Maine-1's broadcast, but that was the only response from the Gespenst Mk. TT keeping pace with the rest of UTX's units. It was the heaviest unit by far; when things got hot, it wouldn't keep pace with the other machines on the battlefield. Not in raw speed. Lions were nimble things, and the sky was their domain. The TT was an interloper, objectively the most antique machine on the battlefield. No doubt the least feared amongst modern Federation units, let alone one of the Crusaders' own aces. In other hands, maybe that would be the case.

Not this time.

Sixteen units, confirming Maine-1's report. Local forces were engaging the eastern flight of remnants, leaving the eastern for UTX and the Landlions unopposed. That wasn't something that could be allowed to stand. Someone would need to keep them from getting to the Loch, but to do that UTX would need to punch through their escort flights. Not so easy to do when there were enough craft to cover UTX one-to-one and then some. Too much of a stalemate for Hazel's taste. They didn't waste any time, either; Hazel could feel that they'd launched missiles even as her PT warned her of the same, and enacted countermeasures reflexively. Homing missiles were standard on Lion-series units, a weapon she'd encountered plenty during the war. Their tracking algorithms were far from sophisticated. No evasion built into them.

The TT responded better than she could have hoped. She was used to her Mk. II, had grown accustomed to how it reacted. but the TT felt almost like an extension of herself. Thought became action almost seamlessly. A flick of the wrist killed the Tesla Drive, in the same breath gunning the Gespenst's primary and left lateral thrusters. Gravity took hold and the machine dropped like a rock, rolling on its side to look up at the enemy. The Drive kicked back in and stabilized its flight but not before the TT's hands found its weapons. The next moment was half targeting sensors, half intuition; the mute let go of her conscious thought and trusted that she knew what she was doing. The Burst Railgun crackled once, twice, thrice in a single volley; the first projectile lanced through the missile altering course to hit her while the latter two continued on their course to the Lion that fired. In her gut she knew it was the right angle, and she knew the TT could follow through. The Lion was quick, but she was willing to wager its pilot wouldn't bank on the same shot putting him at risk. A gamble, yes; but that explosion could mask it. She trusted her gut.

Not enough to refrain from hedging, though; the rifle in her machine's right hand reported second, aimed at the same Lion.

"Summers. Anju. Breaking through their line. Cover me. On mark." Her comm reported monotonously, but clearly; it wasn't a request. Hazel didn't much care what ground she had to give instructions. Her decision was clear; someone needed to cut off the Landlions, and the TT was best suited to it. If she could just break through their line. From below them, perhaps, they wouldn't notice. If they did… She'd deal with that if it came to it. Bracing herself for the discomfort that would come, opened the thrusters wide and slammed the controls as far as they would go. Inertia didn't agree with her, it pushed her against her seat hard, but she was accelerating; with any luck her colleagues would keep their attention off the PT passing from below.

It was their first outing. Playing it safe wouldn't win this. Time for a leap of faith.

"Mark."

[User]
After Maine 1 gave Anju and the rest of the UTX team a rather brief hello, the blue-haired ex-DC focused her attention on the battlefield. Through her HUD, she could see both Hazel and Adam already focusing their firepower on her former comrades. As she gripped the controls of her Guarlion tightly, she figured it was about time for her to do the same. The armored module began accelerating through the Irish skies, its pilot keeping a close eye on the HUD and an ear focused on the comm unit.

Before long, she heard Hazel's communicator pass a command on to her and Adam. She took a brief moment to scan the area and see what her plan was.

From the looks of things, Hazel was planning on taking down the Landlions by her lonesome while Adam and Anju directed their attention towards the airborne AMs. It was a good thing she was smart; the Lions and Guarlions would easily outmaneuver and gun down the Gespenst without cover fire. And Anju was more than happy to help out.

"Roger," she acknowledged, getting her Burst Railgun prepped for firing. As soon as "Mark." came out through hers and Adam's comm units, Anju quickly pressed down on the button linked to her Guarlion's right arm, launching a volley of shots at a fellow Guarlion. Specifically, she was aiming for the torso, where the tesla drive was located. Once the drive was destroyed, the entire machine would come crashing down, leaving it as easy pickings for the rest of the UTX team. Anju was planning on closing in on the unit once it crashed and delivering a finishing blow with her assault blade. The fewer AMs Hazel had to deal with, the better.

[Assistant]
CORINNE SHOURICHI'S CATCH OF THE DAY! DEFENDING THE SHORES OF MAINE FROM DEEP CHOWDER AND ROLLING UP THE COMPETITION!

When Corinne Shourichi was young, she'd had a dream of Maine-1's violent death over the cerulean skies of his homeland.

...

Okay, that was a lie. But it certainly was certainly specific enough to sound prophetic, and were she to prevent that violent death in the next half hour, she would be able to bludgeon the team into accepting her as their Oracle from this day forth. In this technologically-advanced day and age, the traditional legitimacy of monarchs like those who had once ruled this very country was dead. The models for totalitarian legitimacy over the past couple centuries had been rooted deep in charisma and mysticism, born through the personality cults of vivid, idealistic, glorious visionaries who just so happened to be the military leaders who remained loyal to the people during military coups. As long as she remained loyal to her team and demanded their loyalty in return, their hero worship of Corinne would follow them to the afterlife!

Oooh, that was the good stuff. She would be the most benevolent military leader the world had ever seen, and she would harness the power of self-fulfilling prophecy as evidence of the divine lineage she was always certain she'd sprung from. If Maine-1's survival was to be the cornerstone of her team's unyielding adoration for her, then Corinne Shourichi would ensure that he would stand like the Rock of Cashel for centuries.

All she had to do was have a little faith in her uptight deputy - and trust Hazel was good for something besides playing in sims and lustful glances.

"Don't finish without me, hikikomori!" Corinne exclaimed. "Big sister will be back in a minute! Maine-1--"

The R-Blade, painted the distinctly beautiful shade of red that dripped from Aphrodite's wrist, had turned towards the haphazard lions. The majority of the homing missiles, designed to drive the Irish team into the clutches of the eastern team of Lions, were promptly eliminated by a spray of the Shourichi Special's Vulcans.

"--don't die. Your accent is a gift from an almighty God."

Inside the R-Blade's cockpit, a bright blue eye winked behind the blued steel of a butterfly mask.

Now, how in the hell was she supposed to keep a deaf-mute girl alive long enough for her to smash up the Landlions?

Anju was already focused on one Guarlion, and seemed to have a good shot lined up on the unit's Tesla Drive. She was loathe to whip out her beam rifle so early in the fight, too; she never knew when she'd need to save it for something bigger and cooler, which was Corinne's philosophy for all things in life except for her money and her virginity.

But she had a railgun.

That could be cool.

...

That could be pretty cool.

So she fired the railgun downwards and facing from the east, through the side of the Lions' formation as they zipped over the water.

It was pretty cool.


[System]
1. Establish Presence. You can't achieve your goal without a base. Increase your staying power, be it by making allies, increasing public opinion, successfully keeping yourself entirely hidden or by making yourself stronger by any means.
2. Disrupt Enemies. There are far too many possible threats to the plan milling about. Keep them distracted, fighting one another, thinking you're not a threat, or otherwise simply utterly destroying them, leaving nothing behind.
3. Contribute to the Empire. Give what you do not need so girls in other worlds can do their job easier. This involves sacrificing captured monsters, magic items and magical girls to Asengav, opening a special portal and see Asengav's tentacles dragging it into the void...
Name (Before Magical Girl): Lina Herring

Age (Magical Girl): 15

Age (Before Magical Girl): 4 (Horror doesn't care.)

Gender: Female

Gender (Before Magical Girl): Female

Appearance: Mariette is a tall girl of slender but otherwise average frame. Her hair is long and white straight when transformed, blonde wavy when untransformed. She typically has a calm expression on her face. She tends to dress somewhat extravagantly, her transformed state wears elaborate black dresses while her untransformed self typically also endorsed herself with accessories. She's often seen squeezing a large stuffed animal in the shape of a rabbit. Her right eye is constantly under an eyepatch, but she hasn't actually lost it. There is a reason behind this.

Untransformed, she looks like a very regular blonde 15-year old, wearing glasses and regularly overdressing herself in hats and coats as well as generally gazing off into the vast distance with no purpose.

[User] Alexander, having noticed Lily fiddling with her phone, just nodded as he sat down besides Lily "I've seen way too much factional bickering and power plays to take this at face value. For all we know, someone could be tricking Ronin to get at Mariette. Actually, do we even know why Ronin left Mariette?" He asked, suddenly realizing something "I mean...I don't think I ever heard any kind of explanation for that. Could that be in some way connected?" Frustrated, Alexander ruffled his on hair "Gah, I hate this! We know just enough to be worried, but not enough to actully do anything! Do we know anyone else who's familiar with Mariette? Maybe we can get something from them."

[Assistant]
.:⋮Honesty⋮:.

If Penny was being honest she was a bit surprised at the reactions of the members of the Sanctuary. She had expected that she would have been able to sit down before they started freaking out. That said she did stop when Nuncio and everyone else started shouting question at her and when she turned to look at the crowd only a hint of confusion showed on her face.

"I get the feeling that most of you weren't as aware of my stance as I had thought" She would say calmly, her voice somehow cutting through the noise as her very presence became magnetic drawing eyes and ears easily. She turned towards the center of the room and walked towards it, raising the metal floor up slightly as she did so that everyone could get a better look at her. It was different from the last time she made such a platform; this was only a foot or two off the ground at most, a soap box rather than a stage.

"You all have question, fears, and concerns" She would say her voice seemingly amplified by her will alone to echo out through the building. "Let us start with the one that is the most pressing, at least from where I am standing, because if it is not addressed there is nothing I can say to reassure you." As she spoke it would be easy to see that she was calm and composed "Many of you are worried about the alliance with Beacon, because many of you are afraid of the Ascendency. This is understandable, but I feel I must reiterate that the Ascendency and Beacon are not one and the same."

"Last time I mentioned this I did not have the time to explain why I say this, but the reason is simple. Still, I will apologize to all of you beforehand. I had thought that the knowledge of who I am, or more accurately what I am had persisted stronger then it had. Because the reason I know that the Ascendency hold itself separate from Beacon is because I've read the notes of the meeting, I watched the recordings. For the truth of the matter is I am a member of Beacon and have been for some time."

"I can't say that I knew Cindy, but she knew of this fact, most of Penrose did before the incident that stole away months from me and others. For those that did not know, I apologize if you feel I have deceived you. That was never the intent." She gave everyone a moment to process as she continued to circle her small elevated platform, meeting the eyes of everyone she could as she walk. She never would have expected that her allegiance to Beacon could have been forgotten, it wasn't like she went out of her way to hide it after all.

"But this still leaves questions unanswered. So I will restate I am no friend to the Ascendency, my creating of this Sanctuary is anathema to everything that the Ascendency stands for after all. And as their goal of eradication is one I will never stand for, I will always act as a shield against them for any of you. Regardless if I am your Queen or not, that will never change."

"To those that assumed that the potions and coins are from Beacon, you are correct, they are from Janet and Jenna. I trust them, I would ask you all to trust them as well, but that does not mean I will force you too. If you all wish I will gather my stores and destroy them here and now in front of you all. They were only ever accepted as I know fully that not everyone wants the changes that are forced upon them, but if none of you want them then we will not have them."

"Another of you asked if you were supposed to forgive Beacon. I won't lie; I would hope that you would be able to do so, or at the very least be able to forgive the Beacon of Penrose. Alicia, the person now currently leading them, was the first person in Penrose to accept me. She has stood up to a Beckoner in defense of a monster girl who attacked her die to the monster girl in question being under control of someone else at the time. She only rose to leadership a few weeks ago, but I know that she too disagrees with the Ascendency's stance."

"And it is very likely true that the true Cindy wouldn't stand for this. She was a proud person from the few interactions I had with her, one who was fiercely independent. But death changes us all, and the freedom to think without our curses interfering does so as well. Their foundations are the same, but I did say that they are as much Cindy as they are not."

"You asked me what I was saying Nuncio" Penny would turn to the man that had inadvertently open the flood gates, not that she blamed him. "I am saying that I trust Beacon, but that I understand if that none of you do. I'm saying not to paint Beacon with the same brush as the Ascendency. I am saying that I am sorry and that despite all of the above that I will still protect as many of you that will let me." She turned back to the rest of them "Many of you seem to think that because I hold a belief that I will demand the same of you. That is not the case, will never be the case. I will not be a tyrant."

"All I wish to do is build a place that those like us can feel safe, and I am not so blind as to not see that I have failed at the moment. So I ask all of you, what can I do? What can I do to regain a measure of the trust lost? As above all I seek the safety of everyone here, and none of you will feel safe if you can't trust me."

---

Down in the depths of the Sanctuary, Snoopy would stumble across the small gathering of those that had sought out Dina. The cat girl's harsh request for a private audience hadn't gone unheeded by Penny, but the robotic girl had been expecting some backlash from the rest of the Sanctuary, hence why she originally was going to stay in the area after her announcements, but that didn't mean that Dina was of any lesser importance, just that the conversation with her was going to be different than the one with the rest of the populace here.

Snoopy floated near the small gathering and beeped loudly in an attempt to get all of their attention before projecting a life sized hologram of Penny, who proceeded to nod to everyone in greeting. 'Would you prefer to have this conversation in private? Or do you want to come upstairs and join in everyone else getting their chance to vent at me?' The hologram would ask silently, the words popping up next to her as she spoke them as to her right a live feed of what Penny was seeing would be displayed, even as they could hear the echoes of Penny speaking above.

'I'm fine with either, but one of you will need to produce a phone or a set of speakers if you want to keep it here and don't want to read'

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, @BrokenPromise,@Ariamis & @PlatinumSkink

[User]
Alicia nodded to each member who had chosen to participate in this action, shaking their hand and giving them a warm smile to accompany it.
"Thank you. I appreciate your willingness to do this, despite the circumstances we find ourselves in." Like the Howell Twins, she would not have blamed them if they had balked at being part of an operation with Justine and the danger that she represented.

With the team ready, they departed via teleporter and arrived at their destination. Glancing around, Alicia took in the furniture that had been laid out, as well as their companions. It was a motley assortment of individuals, the sort that she probably would never have associated with were it not for this particular. Still, if someone wanted to come and bleed so Beacon didn't have to, she was not about to complain. Though the movement in the shadows behind Justine was a bit concerning....

"Alright," Alicia replied before taking a seat at the table. Things were silent, with little effort made to interact with the other group that had already been present. Although she had her suspicions about Justine, for now she went along with it. They would just need to be prepared when the time came for this relationship to end.

One more group would arrive before Justine again, motley in composition but for an entirely different reason. She didn't recognize anyone with them, but they certainly looked determined. She was going to need to ask about this before they left.

Nodding as Justine laid out what she had learned, Alicia would speak in turn. "We were able to detect the same entrances that you did, and I agree that the one closer to the core is likely to be more heavily guarded. The building you detected is a mansion, sitting in a black void where mirrors serve as stars. The area around the mansion is a field of snow that is thick enough to obscure anything that may hide under it. It should be possible to walk on it." Then again, having a second entrance that went to nothing at all would have been odd.

"That's what we were able to learn from scrying," she finished. "Considering the resources at her disposal, I doubt Mariette will just let us walk up and stab her." She glanced around to the other two groups to see if they had anything of value to add. If not, they could get to planning.

@Ariamis@ERode@Ponn@PlatinumSkink@Crusader Lord@Majoras End

[Assistant]
Hm? A message from Lily? Mariette took the moment to check it out. Lily wanted to come over and talk. That was fine.

[That is fine. Come on in] Mariette replied. A little too soon after, she got a note that someone had entered using a key. It was not Lily. Mariette would receive her, anyway.

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When Trixy used the key, whatever shape it had taken, she'd find herself transported to a different dimension, and everything went black at first. … And then it stayed black, because she'd ended up in a room that was entirely completely black. It took around three seconds, then a portal opened in front of her, leading into a closed-in room inside a gothic mansion, Mariette's office. There were some book-cases with books, a bed and a table with a chair where Mariette now sat, staring at Trixy.

'What brings you here?' Mariette asked, albeit she'd already given the command to prepare for an incoming attack, just in case.

If Lily wanted to come on in, she could enter just as Trixy had and Mariette would open another portal into her office for her as well.


[System]
Appearance(s):See below.

Race:Draconic Necromancer
Age:?
Sexuality:Straight, if at all
Weapons:Claws, necrotic breath weapon. Necrotic sword. Scythe.
Magic:Necromancy. Can switch from dragon and dragonborn at will, but it takes a lot of energy to do so. Light/holy magic pains him.
Backstory:A banished dragon, shunned by his kind for his practice of the darkest of magicks, he seeks vengeance on those who wronged him. His practice of death magic has made him a devastating fighter, and a horrible person to anger, as he has a long memory, and won't hesitate to get his revenge, on you or your family line.

Current line of employment:Ruthless assassin

[User] Vencross draws his own sword. "And mine was made to devour the soul and mind. And it is a lesser copy of my masters weapon, a powerful scythe."

[Assistant]
The elf's witty response makes Filii crack a small smile aswell

Filii then lays eyes on Vencross' magnificent weapon

'A great trophy along with his head'
He thinks to himself.

Filii draws back and contains himself.

"It would be a great honor to see that masterful blade in battle..."
he says almost in a whisper-like tone.

[User] He chuckles. "Flattery will get you nowhere, maggotbag."

[Assistant] Fenris smiles" I think I have found someone that gets under vencrosses skin more than me"

[User] "I hate other forms of necromancy."

[Assistant] Fenris nods" makes sense"

[User]
Filii is stricken with a wave of evil euphoria,
He filters in the conflicting energy presented by Vencross

his voice, more of a shrill-like growl, trembles a bit

"It is an honor to be hated by you above many others, powerful Necromancer"

[Assistant] Fenris shudders a bit" you are so weird"

[User] "Your kind of powers disgust me. Why use bugs when there are so many perfectly useful bodies?"

[Assistant]
Filii chuckles lightly...

"Weird is but a figment of your own perception... silly elf."

He looks back to Vencross;

"Because perfectly good bodies are for mangling and pillaging... crucifying..."
He pauses...

"My precious pests just handle the dirty work for me..."

[User] Fenris shakes his head " doesn't matter to me still think you are weird"

[Assistant] "Hum. A valid point. But it's harder to burn stuff with a cricket then a torch wielding skeleton."

[User] Blaze looks up from his map again. "We suiting up?" As he sees Fenris in his armor, ignoring the weird necromancer person.

[Assistant] "If you don't want to be blasted into vapor, I'd say yes."

[User] Fenris nods" yeah just preparing for tonight when we steal the scythe"

[Assistant] "Good." He begins gearing up as well.

[User]
Filii is curious and intrigued;

"And who's scythe might it be that you're stealing, my friends?"

[Assistant] Fenris smiles" darksouls scythe"

[User] "We're stealing Darksouls scythe back from a human thief. Who happens to be the king."

[Assistant]
Filii bellows out a fiendish cackle

"A HUMAN?!?! How foolish must one be to let a HUMAN acquire such a thing..."

[User] Fenris shrugs" I wonder the same thing "

[Assistant] "The king raided his hoard when he drew him away by murdering my parents."

[User] Fenris nods" a distraction smart I guess"

[Assistant]
Filii draws back.

A shallow whisper floats through his mind
'Find a way to get the scythe, my son...'

"Yes, my father..." he whispers to himself, almost inaudible.

He realigns himself with the group;

"Perhaps another fellow necromancer is needed along the journey?"
Filii smirks.

[User] Vencross scowls. "That's what I'm here for, thief."

[Assistant] Fenris shakes his head" no we're fine I already have vencross besides your first impression didn't really make me have a lot of trust in you"

[User]
Filii's eyes widen a bit but his lips remain curled in a smirk

"Still so hostile...and so quick to accuse." Filii scoffs sarcastically at Vencross

he looks to Fenris;
"Oh it was but a mere misunderstanding, my dear friend...
Surely you can forgive me?"

Filii grins devilishly and then thinks to himself;

"Looks like we're going to do this the hard way. My favorite."

[Assistant] He gestures with his sword. "Uh huh. And what was the part about "Father"?"

[User] Fenris looks at filii warily " maybe you seem really shady I don't know if I could trust you to be on my team"

[Assistant]
Filii chuckles to himself sinisterly.

He slowly walks closer to Vencross gesturing with his sword.

"You carry so much hate and anger..."
His voice gurgling
"I love it..."
Filii walks forward, Vencross' blade now beginning to penetrate his lower torso... but he keeps moving in closer.
Until he is inches from Vencross face, and the sword is sticking through the back of him; he whispers almost in a playful, yet devilish tone.
"The scythe will be mine... and so will everything you care for and love."
His serpent tongue and fangs dripping

[User] He hisses in disgust, tearing the demon in two with the sword he impaled himself on. "Darksoul will devour you if you attempt to take his weapon."

[Assistant] Fenris points at filii" aand that is why I don't trust you"

[User]
The split halves of Filii separate fully and fall side by side.

A shrill whisper fades in
"Watch and learn what proper pillaging and destruction is, my fearless friend..."
and just a quickly as it came, it fades out.

Filii's remains ooze black and contort into his infestation and the maggots scatter once more...
Though this time it seems Filii's presence lingers thick like a fowl stench in the air.

Filii will please his Father...

[Assistant] Fenris shakes his head" hope he doesnt come back"

[User] Vencross sighs. "But he will. Demonspawn never let up."

[Assistant] Fenris nods" maybe we can stop him long enough to get the scythe? "

[User] "Unlikely. He is a demon after all. We have to stop him from getting it at all."

[Assistant] Fenris nodded" whelp I will add that to a long list of things I need to do"

[User]
Filii has conjured himself back into the underworld...

This is where he will rest, plot, and hone in his combative skills so he can accomplish this great task his Father has bestowed upon him.

He chants as he practices his blade work and dark magic

"Satanas ego ad te laudamus ...
Da mihi virtutem tribuit truciden."

"Satan, I praise unto thee...
Grant me the strength to
slay those bestowed before me."

[Assistant] Fenris says a prayer over his spear then walks off to a church to have it blesssed so it hurts filii in case he tries something

[User]
Filii now sits in his cove back in his ritual circle... tapping back into the curse he had bestowed on Fenris.

The hollow voice channels back into the elf's mind.

"You and your companions will be beheaded and bestowed to the masses of the underworld like slaughtered feral pigs on a spit roast..."

Filii dips his obsidian katana in a vat of blood filled by the most sinful and wretched souls in hopes he can counter any Holy attack he encounters...
Though, he still remains warry of Fenris' true power and spiritual connection to his Gods...

Filii knows that this his true weakness... the hope, power, and most importantly the faith these creatures have in their churches and chapel's is what can destroy Filii. That's the only reason he believes he has a chance with Vencross...

This Elf may provide and prove to be the most challenging and versatile of the bunch.

[Assistant] Fenris growls " get out of my head" he says a banishing prayer in elvish

[User]
Filii is stricken with a stinging pain and the curse is engulfed and drown out in holy power

Filii's eyes dialate and jitter

He hisses to himself
"So this elf does have more faith in his Gods than I presumed...

I like where this is going"

He can't help but cackle in a howl to himself at the thought of violence and battle

[Assistant] Fenris shakes his head" thank reswerer he is out of my head"

[User]
Filii knows he must wait until his adversaries embark on their journey to achieve the scythe before he can re-manifest himself.
Filii knows the group is now cautious and ready for his presence...

[Assistant] Vencross mutters under his breath "Dragon Darksoul, keep me sane, remove from us this demons bane."

[User]
Filii attempts to cast his curse upon Vencross... to no avail...
He is thrown against the wall of the cove with a blast of energy... for even though Vencross' Draconic practices dabble within certain and similar realms of the unholy...
Filii is only moderately resistant to Vencross' physical and magical attacks... his holy aurora is much too strong

with a hint of rasp but the tremble of excitement he utters,
"So much for the Elf being the stronger adversary..."

This Necromancer shall prove a challenge as well...

but Filii does not fear death

[Assistant] Filii can see a half transparent shadow around Vencross, a black silhouette of a much larger dragon, it's blazing white eyes fixed on the demons own.

[User]
Vencross' aurora seems to have similar attributes to one Filii recalls in his previous embodiments in the underworld, this surprises him immensely.

Filii smirks to himself at the sight of the Necromancers energy, now shaking with excitement...

He chuckles to himself

"Dragons and demons never get a long..."

Filii returns himself to his ritual circle and proceeds into demonic meditation

[Assistant] The silhouette flickers, and a faint, deep growl is heard.

[User] Fenris studies his map

[Assistant]
A slimy black maggot slithers from behind the map Fenris is holding.
It begins to erratically wiggle across the front

Filii is also studying the map

[User] Fenris sees the maggot then flicks it off and stomps on it

[Assistant]
The maggot lets out a screech as it is smashed into the floor

Its body sizzles and oozes and turns in to a thick viscous brownish-black liquid

Filii obtained enough knowledge from the map so that at the beginning of the groups journey he can silently track and follow...

Filii is engulfed in powerful demonic energy

"Like a hunter stalking its prey..." he hisses to himself

[User] Vencross begins glowing black. "That's it, I'm killing the demon."

[Assistant] Fenris nods" be my guest"

[User] His sword burns with black and white flames, and he sweeps the blade at Filii, it's necrotic power draining at the demons powers.

[Assistant]
Filii narrowly escapes a strong blow to the neck, but the magic of this blade slows him down enough so that he is struck in the arm, feeling the draconic energy burn his already mangled maggot infested flesh.

Though this time the maggots do not regenerate the wound.

Filii is not intimidated

He draws his obsidian blade dripping endlessly with unholy blood and leaps back at Vencross with a swipe of his sword.

[User] He parries the demonic sword, his own letting off gray whips of necrotic power.

[Assistant] Fenris watches" want some help vencross or do you got this? "

[User] He ducks the obsidian blade. "Humm? I don't need it, but it would be appreciated."


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes.
The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack.
The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks.
The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see.

Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout

Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko.

Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something.

Color: Mint Green

Emblem: Emblem
Appearance:
A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange.
When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes.
Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.

[User]
Sangue Naga - Survival
Out of all things, a portal was not something Sangue expected to confront. Though her surprised remained hidden behind her stoic face, her stiffened body could at least send hints that she had second thoughts about jumping through a portal.

At the very least, throwing the piece of metal that now rested in her free hand seemed harmless for her standards. After all, she flung around a piece of metal that was literally attached to her, so she did not feel unfamiliar with the idea.
With that said, Sangue mindlessly threw her nail into the portal before jumping in…
…only to land on the ground face-flat, her claw digging into the grass as it dangled behind her.

The woman struggled to get up, using her only arm to pry herself shakily off of the ground. It took her a few seconds to notice that the Apophis Claw awkwardly extended itself, remaining still on the ground. Blinking with her barely open and unscarred eye, Sangue retracted the claw back to her shoulder, turning back to pay attention to the class she now attended in.

Things seemed awkward so far. It was to be expected of a school filled with odd things.

[Assistant]
Jack Orpheus | Survival

He wasn't late to it, since he kind of got there right after the last class. Everything went by fairly quickly for him, mostly because he was more interested in how unique this classroom was. Back in the city everyone would think you were an absolute nutter to hold a class in a room like this, but considering the subject matter he liked it. When his turn came for the portal he picked up his share and entered wordlessly after the ten... Or nine... Okay, he counted a little quickly. It was roughly 7 seconds for a normal person, he tried his best to slow down.

As he appeared in the campsite, he stepped away from the portal and surveyed the surroundings... Campsite, logs, coloured rocks? Possibly for zoning or marking... But they were neatly lined up. Was this what they were to make use of? He watched the other students come through too. Some a bit more ceremoniously than others.

[User]
Trad – Practice

Following instructions, Trad went to drop his gear off at a nearby bench. Grabbing hold of his shield and undoing his strap everything detached from him. He took another moment to look at his shield before gently setting it down. He strolled over to the obstacle course saving his energy for what lie ahead. Trying to mentally prepare himself he watched the first few in line go, then closed his eyes and imagined himself doing the same. Pulling himself over the bars, walking the beams, climbing the rope, he felt pretty confident in his abilities.

The time came, he was up. Looking at his running partner he gave a quick two-finger wave before readying himself. He took a good deep breath, and was off. First log was a quick hurdle and nothing more. The pull up bars took little effort as well, Trad's strength was more than capable of pulling himself over. The next two obstacles went the same, but pushing down the bar line Trad noticed he was going a bit slower than the other had. This unfortunately didn't change when he came to the balance beam. Taking it slowly he only came close to falling a few times, but was able to catch himself. Next he did a quick swing over the log and hurdled over the next. After a quick running start Trad leaped and pulled himself over the wall with minimal effort. The next few obstacles weren't much trouble either, then came the many hurdles. Trad only too late realized he needed a solid run before he could leap them like before. Humiliatingly the norseman slowly climbed over each one, cursing himself on each one. After finally getting over the final log, he sprinted full speed to the rope not wanting to lose any more time. Grabbing a hold he climbed like a maniac to the top.

After reaching the top he slid down, his gloves keeping his hands from burning. Hitting the ground he let out a "Damn" under his breath, though it was still loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. He walked to the instructors awaiting to hear his results.

[Assistant]
It seemed that she would never be able to shake the nickname Victor had stuck on her, well not at this stage anyway. After awhile, he would probably get sick of calling her it and just call her Rayna; well, hopefully he would. Giving him a quick wave upon exiting class, she turned and looked around, trying to find someone who was even remotely mentioning survival. That didn't seem to be the case so she resigned to using the map on her scroll which did seem a tad outdated.

Nevertheless, it led her to a run-down building that other students seemed to be entering as well. Surely this isn't the Survival classroom, right? Rayna expected some sort of high-tech facility but this place was surprising her at every turn. Moving into the run-down building, she raised an eyebrow when the last person disappeared through the window. Frowning, she approached a piece of paper on the table and read through it, raising another eyebrow at it. This place really was designed to confuse and surprise. Taking a piece of the metal specified in the instructions, she took a look over the plans again before following out precisely what they said. Taking off into a run, she chucked the piece of metal at the window and a second later, she followed it hesitantly.

Within an instant, she was transported to a camp that looked more befitting of a survival classroom. Landing with a half-roll, half-collapse, she sat on the ground and surveyed the area before getting up and dusting herself off. This was going to be interesting.

[User]
Daniel - Survival

What Daniel was not wondering about was whether or not something would try to step on him. His attention was caught when a girl yelled, "Watch out" and Daniel jumped back when a sword landed only a few inches away from him. Then came the uninvited weight on his shoulder when that girl placed her foot on his shoulder, causing him to fall due to the unsupported weight. Daniel was lucky enough not to get cut on her sword when he fell, and her introduction as Sarina only served to annoy him further.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Daniel said, irritated. Then Daniel asked a question that one should probably never ask a girl, "Do you realize how heavy you are?" Daniel was not aware of what he had just asked at first, and when he realized, he was too annoyed to care.

[Assistant]
Professor Pavel Vorosky - Period 5, Survival

Pavel chuckled at some of the landings, some of which were done well, others not so well. A cloaked student walked up to him, confusion on his face, "What...was that? I've never heard of anybody but me being able to teleport, and...we all just did it. This is weird." The student asked. Pavel took off his gas mask and hooked it on his belt, "What we all just jumped through is an anomaly called a Teleport. These anomalies I keep mentioning are 'rifts where the laws of physics and nature are bent and broken'." He stated, "Or so say the scientists."

Pavel then noticed Sarina come though, the assistant of the good witch named Goodwitch. However, Daniel, was standing a bit too close to her landing path, and was nearly hit. Pavel frowned slightly as the student said something unwise. Pavel walked forth and placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder, "Sarina, it is always a pleasure to have you here, although I was not aware you would be joining us. There should be a bottle or two of vodka somewhere if you want a drink." He offered, "And you, young man, I have several tasks for you." He looked at Daniel.

Taking his hand off Daniel's shoulder, he started to speak, addressing the entire class. "Now, you all could have chosen a different class. Physical Education, it is good to be fit. Or maybe Combat Practice, to become strong, like bull." He began, "But no, you have chosen my subject, Survival. Your reasons are your own, but here, we are all equal. All trying to survive, yes, some of us are more experienced, but it is the duty of the experienced to help the inexperienced. As I am doing now. He paused. "I have seen soldiers. Trained killers. Fall to the elements. Yes, it is good to be fit, it is good to be strong, but if you do not know how to make a fire for warmth, or gather the right herbs if you are ill, you will die. Today, you will learn how to make a campfire. Now, get some wood. Any kind of wood, it does not matter." He dismissed the class. He began to walk away, towards the river. He stopped and turned around, "Ah! This is not a safe place. There are monsters in the woods, be on your guard." He looked to Sarina, "Sarina, if you would join me." He walked over to the river and sat down on a log, picking up one of the wooden fishing poles on the ground, and cast out his line.
He leaned to Sarina, "So, what do you think of the children this year?"
Ineko Irandi - Period 5, Survival
Ineko looked at the dirt he was standing on. The Professor said that this was not a safe place, and that 'monsters' roamed the forests. He looked towards the treeline. He could only assume that 'monsters' meant Grimm. Ineko leaned forwards a little and the six drones on his back flew out, hovering in front of him. Ineko mumbled an order in an alien language and the six drones flew up to gain altitude, then out to scout the forest from above.
Ineko walked to his fellow classmates, "The Professor suggests that there are Grimm in the forest, despite our relatively easy task, I still think we should group up into small teams. To watch each others backs. Also... Does anyone know how to make a good campfire?" Ineko asked the group of students.


[System]
Reimu, Hakurei

(See full sized version)

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*Universe: Touhou Project

*Personality: Reimu treats everyone the same, whether they're humans, youkai or gods, giving them no particular respect or disrespect. Her personality is straightforward, optimistic, and a bit curious. She's quick to anger if offended, but just as quick to offer help to those in need. She does, however, possess something of an innocent heart, and can't really bring herself to truly hate anybody.

Despite this, when it comes to some things (particularly Youkai-hunting), she is utterly merciless even to those who aren't really that much of a threat. She prefers a "shoot first, ask questions later" approach.

She's a bit lazy, and as a result of not having a lot of money, can be seen as being greedy and money-obsessed, depending on the situation. May or may not be a swindler.

*Powers/Skills: Physicality: Reimu possesses superhuman strength, durability, speed and stamina, although she typically prefers not to rely on these abilities. Not really a physical fighter, but she can manage some basic hand-to-hand fighting skills in a pinch.

Spirituality: As a Shrine Maiden, and likely also as a result of her heritage, Reimu displays excellent spiritual awareness and general perceptive abilities. She's an expert in hunting and exterminating Youkai, and is knowledgeable about most youkai, god and gensokyo-related topics. She can manipulate her spiritual power, allowing her to use it to attack others.

Misc.
-Generic Shrine Maiden duties and human skills. (i.e. speaking, reading, writing, cleaning things up, not dying of starvation.)
-Money-making, swindling.
-First-aid
-Lazing around

Floating: In Reimu's case, this could be called rendering oneself "weightless" in order to hover and freely traverse the skies. Spiritual power can then be used to direct her movements, accelerate or decelerate freely, with incredibly efficiency. This gives her a wide range of movement possibilities, and makes her quite maneuverable in the air.

While flight is extremely common among inhabitants of Gensokyo, Reimu's ability extends beyond that; she's capable of phasing in and out of existence, an act described as "floating away from reality". Reimu can use this power to teleport short distances, although the user herself doesn't seem to be aware of this fact, and preforms it innately.

The ultimate expression of this ability is her "ultimate move", Fantasy Nature, which is capable of rendering her completely intangible while active.

Shrine Maiden Abilities: The powers inherent to her as the Hakurei Shrine Maiden. Covers the handling of the Hakurei Ying-Yang Orbs, Youkai Purification Techniques and Blessings. The production and usage of multipurpose amulets, which can produce effects of sealing enemies' power, creating doubles of herself, binding movement and, of course, sealing demons. Powers for purification are a given, as are calling upon the power of gods for aid (although she is not very good at this, so she can't actually do it reliably.)

Barriers: Out of all of her abilities, her skill with barriers is likely the most extensive. As the girl who manages the Hakurei Border, it is to be expected that she has near peerless skills with barriers, and is able to both construct them at a high level and analyze, dismantle or otherwise interact with barriers that would be way over most people's heads.

She frequently uses this power in battle, to block enemy attacks, trap her opponents or even using them to reflect or transport her attacks. Barriers can be erected to protect locations, or to seal in/out malevolent forces. They can even explode or directly push her opponents, if she wishes.

Her amulets can be used to strengthen her barriers, with the effect growing or decreasing depending on the number of amulets used.
*Brief Bio: As the Hakurei Shrine Maiden, it was Reimu's job to solve the many incidents popping up all around her place of origin, Gensokyo. During this time, she faced a great many powerful enemies, and never failed to stop whatever incident was happening. One night, after what she thought was an unusually heavy sleep, she awoke to find herself transported to another world.

Unsure as to what's going on, Reimu is searching for a means to return to her own world so that she might return to her duties, exterminating any Youkai she finds along the way.

*Equipment: Yin-Yang Orbs (Which serve to enhance and channel her spiritual power, as well as possessing properties of their own), countless amulets, her purification rod.

*Others:
-Can eat as many sweets as she wants without growing fat.
-Out of all of her physical traits, it seems her armpits hold the most appeal, although Reimu herself isn't sure why.
-For a Shrine Maiden, her faith is actually surprisingly weak.
-Worries that when she gets back, the shrine will be overrun by Youkai.
-Fights unfairly.

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Mahora

Over the school grounds, a meteor flared. It streaked in from the upper atmosphere, catching fire from the friction of reentry. Its shape was impossible to distinguish at a distance, particularly as it was engulfed in flame, but it was closing in on the ground quickly. Like a dropped bomb, it gave a peculiar whistle as it descended. It soon became obvious that it was going to hit the school grounds, by anyone that could see it well enough to judge its trajectory. However, as it closed within seconds of impact, something quite strange happened: a sound like a whirring dynamo roared from the meteor, and the flames enshrouding it suddenly took on a green hue. Not fifty feet from the ground, a burst of emerald fire erupted from the meteor, forcing it back up into the air. It did not fly far, nor well, as it now spun wildly, clipping the corner of a rooftop, and then smacking into the ground.

The impact was considerable, but not as cataclysmic as it would have been without that final burst to slow it. The ground rumbled from the force of the meteor, and it now sat in a smoking crater. Upon closer inspection, the meteor was clearly a metal machine of some sort. It was black in color, even without the soot and dirt that covered it, with a huge, grey face that resembled some sort of idol. A dome-shaped canopy, dark red in color and patterned like a human brain, covered what could potentially be an opening in the machine, potentially for someone or something to enter it.

In the cockpit of the Lazengann, Lordgenome rubbed his head gingerly. His mecha's systems were nominal (shocking, after his emergency landing), but he was sore as hell from hitting the ground that hard. For now, he was content to sit in the darkened cockpit and rest his shell-shocked body before trying to figure out where he was.

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Roanpur

The Black Rose stalked through the city streets. This really wasn't her preferred locale; she left the prowling of slums and such to her underlings. Even so, this was a peculiar situation, and it demanded special actions. For the time being, she was on reconnaisance. She needed to know where she was and what the best course of action was at the present moment. From what she could tell, this was a piratical port of some variety. She was out of her element, but this was not unsalvageable.

She had arrived in the ornate dress that she had been wearing when she was last, well, conscious. The quality of her location made it clear that this would not suffice. As to blend in better, she composed a glamour to alter her appearance; simple yet effective. Fine dresses appeared more worn and out of style, priceless gems became costume earrings, and her subtle makeup became a full, plaster-like mask. It bothered her some that she had to resort to disguising herself as a harlot, but there was little that could be done about that.

There was strength in numbers, and she needed underlings promptly. Or at the very least, allies. She had happened upon a tavern of some sort that caught her attention. Magic and power were concentrated in this place, she could tell. Even so, something supremely dark and twisted lurked there. Marchesa prowled the perimeter, eavesdropping where she could, and continuously feeling for the mana of whatever lurked within the tavern.

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Delsin Rowe - Just around Mahora

How.

The hell.

Did he end up here?

'Here', of course, being in the middle of a crater, covered in a thin layer of dirt and dust and god knew what else. One minute, he'd been practically soaring, carried away by some sort of-- thing. Some bright, cyan, really, really weird kinda thing. The next, well, he was face down in the dirt in some place that- he decided with one glance around- was definitely not Seattle. Delsin pushed himself up with a groan, patting himself down to survey the damage, feel around for any broken ribs or open gashes or what-have-you.
Which was, miraculously, minimal to none. "Thank you, radical powers," He mumbled to himself with a slight smile and a roll of his shoulders, surveying his surroundings with more than just a passing glance now that he was sure he wasn't, you know, dying or whatever.

A decent way away from him was a ragtag group of what he, currently, was assuming to be hallucinations; or some sort of circus, probably, judging from the amount of animals. From over here, he could spot at least two (with one of them apparently winged) along with a freakishly huge dude-- Alright, no, scratch that, one freakishly huge dude, and one moderately huge dude. The rest of whoever was in on it looked normal enough from where he was standing but, honestly? He'd prefer not to take any chances with the circle of 'Probably-a-result-of-a-concussion'. Especially when turning the other way and trying to find someone who looked like an actual existing person was just as easy-- if not easier! He could deal with the circus-folks some other time. Or. Just, you know.
Not ever deal with it. Ever. That worked, right? Right. Live and let live.

So, going with the time-tested method of backing away slowly from stuff that kinda freaked one out, Delsin distanced himself from the group step by step-
Before dematerializing into smoke to dash around the corner of the building, halfway through and straight into what he in a splitsecond evaluation could confidently conclude to be some guy; and part of the way through a not-quite-shouted "Whoa- Sorry!" could continue that conclusion with some guy with an SMG. This. This really wasn't his day, was it?

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~Hakurei Reimu~Sky above Mahora

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While they had all technically "arrived" at the same time, some of the group were obviously quicker to react to others, and some even had abilities or attributes that allowed them to recover quicker. Among those select few, Reimu was likely the most capable, and so she had no issue stabilizing from her descent long before she actually hit the ground. Instead, she allowed her innate ability to take over, causing her to slow to a gradual halt and remain floating a kilometer or so above the ground.

The sight laid out before her was troublesome. "This... isn't Gensokyo," the Miko observes aloud, taking in the sights sprawling out in every direction. If it were just her sight that was confusing her, she might have thought she was trapped in some sort of dream or illusion, but she could feel right away that she was no longer in the Hakurei Shrine, or anywhere else in Gensokyo. The reason was that she couldn't feel the familiar presence of the Hakurei Border, or any of the other qualities that defined the composition of the land she was familiar with.

"Being transported to some strange place on a whim... why do I get the feeling that I know who is behind this?" Reimu lets out a slight, exasperated sigh, and directs her gaze to the sky above. She could feel something, a faint presence of whatever force brought her here, but she lacked the means to trace her route back. She surveys the land below, and the horizons on either side, searching for any landmarks of note while she mulls over the situation in her head.

Today is shrine cleaning day, and if I'm gone for so much as a day, I come back to find all sorts of freeloaders. I have to find my way back to Gensokyo, but it doesn't seem like that'll be too easy... unless I can find the border of this place, or defeat its master. She considers the make of this strange, misshapen realm, observing the unfamiliar architecture and similar features of the city below. At the very least, it didn't seem like she was in the human world. She must have been spirited away from Gensokyo, possibly in a similar fashion to the interaction between the borders of Gensokyo and the Capital of the Moon.

"Well, there's no use in sitting around here. I suppose I'll just go and find whoever's behind this incident!"

Yes, thinking of it that way was good. If she treated this like any other incident that she was forced to deal with on a weekly basis, it would help her focus on the problem at hand. Ignore the unnecessary thoughts, all she has to do is go defeat whoever brought her here, and force them to send her back.

With this in mind, she descends towards the location she was headed during her arrival, coming to a stop above a small group of other living people. The first thing she does upon seeing them was reach for a few of her amulets, but she quickly realized even from this height that they were just as confused as she was. There seem to be a few explosions going on down there... well, it was none of her business.

...

Still, they might have some useful information. So, deciding against her better judgement to go ahead and speak to them, she lowers herself to shouting distance.

"Hey, you people down there. Do you have any idea what's going on?"

Hopefully, she could at least gather some relevant details, before heading on her way. And, if any of them wanted to tag along... well, she wouldn't stop them.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Mel
Age: 2,500 approx.
Gender: Female
Race: Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): Ehh, she's never really had an actress per se, it's a drawn picture that I found on google that I use for her but it's just perfect for her xD)
Hair Color: Straw blonde
Eye Color: Ice blue
Skin Tone: Quite pale-porcelain-ish
Height: 6 ft
Weight: No idea tbh XD I'm no good at working out weights lol let's just say she weighs around what she's supposed to for her height
Build: Slender and tall like all of her kin, well-muscled with a strong/sturdy frame overall
Weapons: Bow (which was once her father's, was passed on to her when she was old enough to learn to shoot), Rapier, set of elven fighting knives

Overall Appearance:
Appearance + "Casual" Clothing (ignore the sword and the magic mist stuff, she doesn't have that xD) :

Armor:

Arm guards:

Bow:

Rapier:

Daggers:

PERSONALITY

Likes: The stars/star watching, spending time with her family, killing orcs etc.
Dislikes: Orcs and other such evil beings, watching her loved ones sad/suffering
Strengths: An excellent and swift fighter with both bow and blade, fiercely loyal and devoted to her family and loved ones, will always stand up for her beliefs and friends
Weaknesses: Headstrong and stubborn, does not always listen to others' advice or orders. Often impulsive and rushes into things before thinking of consequences.
Fears: Surviving severe injury but not being able to fight or look after herself properly, losing Legolas or Thranduil, being unable to have her own children someday

Overall Personality:
(huge paragraphs oops sorry-have a basic breakdown in case you don't feel like reading the whole thing xD)
Sarcastic | Untrusting | Loyal | Sharp-tongued/snappy | Compassionate | Sensitive

Mel is a witty, fairly sharp tongued and often sarcastic individual, she is wary of strangers and will take quite some time to trust most she meets, though those who have a child-like innocence about them seem to find her trust a lot easier. However her tough exterior does hide a soft and loving side deep down. To her family and close friends she is devoted and gentle, and would do anything for them. Losing someone that she cares deeply for affects her more than most perhaps, and it would take her a good few centuries on most accounts to reach the point where she can accept it fully and "move on" from it as well as she is capable. Indeed she still feels melancholy at thoughts of her passed relatives but can push it aside if the situation calls for it. Her sense of duty is unparalleled to most, and many a Mirkwood soldier who has served under her command has been known to describe Mel as "hard headed and as determined and foul-tempered as a Warg keeping hold of the last scrap of meat at mealtime". Once she has a job to do, she will not abandon it for any cause, no matter the consequences, until the task is completed.

Mel is extremely wary of dragons and would sooner attempt to kill one than converse with it, regardless of whether it approached her in a friendly manner or not. She has seen the ruin and death that dragons can bring, and indeed she will never forgive the beasts for tearing apart her family, to ask her to befriend one will be met with only contempt, bitterness and hate on her end. Other than dragons, there is very little that sparks enough fear in her to reduce her to a blubbering mess, as Mel is a particularly tenacious individual which is to be expected from someone who has grown up in a forest which has been steadily taken over by darkness and evil. Having to slay and fight with nests crawling with extremely large spiders on a daily basis means it's not exactly a "good idea" for lack of a better way to phrase it, to be afraid of them. However, anything larger than those spiders which she has experienced in Mirkwood is highly likely to leave her rather bemused and more than slightly concerned, as she has never confronted any arachnid of a larger size before in her life. In regards to how she responds to fear, even when Mel is scared to death she is not the type of individual to stand there literally quaking in her boots, whimpering and bawling. Instead she typically takes on the "rabbit in the headlights" kind of approach and tends to completely freeze up, totally unsure of whether to run away or fight whatever puts her in that position.

While she is by no means a "damsel in distress", nor does she necessarily act like a "spoilt princess", however she does occasionally act at rather 'high and mighty' as some may describe it, because of her well-off upbringing. Mel isn't a tantrum thrower by any stretch of the imagination, but she does at times react to things which displease her by pouting and/or sulking and then proceeding to make some sort of snide comment on the matter. Snide comments and sharp remarks are something Mel is never short of, which may come as a shock to some as they would expect someone of her upbringing to be "polite and lady-like", though she is far from it. She is not inherently rude all the time, and due to countless lessons from her aunt and uncle in her younger years she is perfectly capable of acting in a civil manner to form treaties, alliances and other such things, and is indeed even rather capable of sitting in on many political matters and being rather persuasive towards her own or her kingdom's need and win the opposing party over - even if it bores her to death! She does not take lightly to insults towards either herself or her family or kingdom, and unfortunately it doesn't take much to get her riled up. Mel is not unknown to take a swing or two at someone who overstepped their mark with her, though for the most part she tries her best to keep herself controlled and will usually just respond in turn with some other cutting remark towards the person who started the whole affair.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: I actually haven't been able to work it out exactly just yet XD it's a couple decades before Legolas', though ;)
Place of Birth: Mirkwood (well, back then it was still Greenwood but yeah XD)
Family Relations: Ardor (father, deceased) Thranduil (uncle), Legolas (cousin)

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Maleficent appreciated the help that she needed from the twins, and she herself, has been seeing them as her own children. She promised Fili during the early part of the journey, that she would protect his younger brother whenever she could, and keep their family together. Now, she was already seeing them as her children, and they were already becoming attached to her, like children staying close to their parent. She grew fond of them, and that was when she realized that she had family. Managing to get into the cave, she winced as she was carefully placed back down onto the ground. She didn't have anything that would treat her injury, and she doubted that the company had anything to help her. All she could do now, was rest.

"Get some sleep, we start at first light", she heard Thorin say, glad that he decided to let them have a break, and allow herself to heal. "We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan", Balin pointed out. "Plans change. Bofur, take the first watch", he told his comrade.

A bedroll was all that Maleficent could lay on at the moment, and she let Fili and Kili stay with her, so she slept between them, only for the youngest to snuggle against her chest, like a young child needing warmth.

[Assistant]
Kili had been rather upset that there was no healing that the company could offer Maleficent and at first he had argued with Oin for a time, the only dwarf in the company who had knowledge of healing, but it was quickly established that they did not have the needed supplies here for him to do anything and that all she could do was rest it and hope it would heal on it's own.

Bofur nodded as Thorin ordered him to keep watch and took up a spot against the cave wall where he could see both the entrance and into the back of the cave in case anything came from either end to harm the company.

Bilbo had laid down himself and pretended to sleep until he was sure the rest of the dwarves had settled down, quietly and carefully getting up, he tried to creep to the entrance without Bofur seeing him.
"Where are you going?!" it hadn't worked, as the dwarf soon saw him and whispered sharply as he noticed it was Bilbo trying to leave.
"Back to Rivendell." the hobbit sighed. "Thorin's right, I don't belong here."

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"No, no, no. You can't turn back. You're part of the company. You're one of us", Bofur tried to reassure. "I'm not though, am I? Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins, I don't know what I was thinking. I should've never run out the door", Bilbo was thoroughly guilty about making such a mistake. He was a hobbit, not a dwarf. "You're homesick, I understand" "No, you don't! You don't understand, none of you do, you're dwarves! You're used to-to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere!", now that was a mistake he couldn't take back. "I'm sorry. I didn't..." "No, you're right. We don't belong anywhere", Bofur looked around at the other dwarves sleeping. Unknown to them, Thorin was listening from his sleeping place. "I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do", Bofur pats Bilbo on the shoulder, and as the hobbit turns to leave, the dwarf noticed Bilbo's sword glowing. "What's that?", he asked curiously. The hobbit took his sword out and sees that it is indeed glowing blue.

At the same time, Thorin notices the floor of the cave beginning to crack. "Wake up. Wake up!", he shouted to everyone, but it was too late for them to be prepared. The last thing Maleficent saw, was that she and everyone were falling into a cavern. Stopping, she was glad that she wasn't in the pile of them, but what she didn't want to see was figures of goblins before her. "Incoming!", she called to the others as she moved out of the way, but she soon felt regret while dwarves were not moving, only to be attacked.

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The goblins rushed upon the company faster than any of the dwarves could react, pushing them roughly along the rickety wooden walkway as they scrambled to bind their hands with ropes at the same time.

Being much smaller than the dwarves, Bilbo was soon unnoticed by the goblins and so the hobbit ducked down low to the ground and watched the goblins scurry away ahead with the dwarves forced to stumble along with them. Keeping his sword drawn, he took a step to follow the dwarves with the intention of trying to free them, but it was then that another goblin jumped at him from the ceiling, and in the struggle, they both fell off the edge of the walkway and into the chasm below. Luckily, Bilbo landed on a pile of what looked to be some sort of mushroom, so he didn't break or injure anything. Though he wasn't sure how he was going to get back up to the others.

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It was goblin town, Maleficent thought as she watched from behind a rock, seeing the dwarves being taken to huge cavern that was swarming with goblins. Taking flight, she made sure to not be seen by them as she flew above the pack.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies?! Thieves?! Assassins?!", the huge king demanded as he stepped down from his throne. "Dwarves, your Malevolence", one of the commoners answered him. "Dwarves?!" "We found them on the front porch" "Well don't just stand there, search them! Every crack, every crevice!", he demanded while the fae kept herself out of sight while watching from above. "What are you doing in these parts? Speak!", they didn't say a word, just stared. "Very well, if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring up the mangler, bring up the bone breaker! Start with the youngest", he pointed at Ori.

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"Wait!!!" Thorin bellowed out as he stepped past the others to the front of the group.
"Ahh, Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. King under the Mountain." the Great Goblin king bowed over exaggeratedly at the dwarf, then looked up at him and sneered. "But I'm forgetting, that you don't have a Mountain! And you're not a King, which makes you...well, nobody really."
The goblins all sniggered at this comment and their king began to nod to himself, grinning viciously at Thorin. "I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, hee hee," he cackled under his breath, "nothing attached! Perhaps you know of whom I speak; a Pale Orc, astride a White Warg."

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"Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago", Thorin boldly told the goblin, not standing down. "So, you think his defiling days are done, do you? He he he", he chuckled as he turned to the goblin scribe. "Send word to the pale orc, tell him I have found his prize", the scribe was sent away as Maleficent continued to watch. Please don't do anything stupid, she pleaded.

"Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung, and you'll be beaten and battered, from racks you'll be hung. You will die down here...", he trailed off, only for another voice to finish for him "...and never be found, down in the deep of Goblin town", a stern female voice sounded as she wasn't really singing, but mocking the words in anger. Maleficent was hovering towards them with her arms folded. "Disappointing, isn't it, oh goblin king?", she was really acting, pretending to still side with the pale orc, as she used to command the goblin king. She winked to the twins, and Thorin, letting them know that was trying to make the creature vulnerable. "Azog is not happy, nor am I, the great commander of the Orc!", she declared to him.

[Assistant] "What are you doing?!" Kili had hissed under his breath to Maleficent in surprise, having known nothing of the fae's past and being under Sauron's control for a time. For a moment the young dwarf felt betrayed, until he detected the very slight hint of disgust in her voice as she spoke to the goblin, and realised that she was trying to free them, so went quiet, as did Thorin.