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Persona Data Sheet:
Nicknames and titles- Woebringer, Fiendhewer, Defender of the Southern Marches, Warden of the Frosthills.

Sex: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human

Height: 6'2
Weight: 210 lbs.
Body Type: Lean, athletic, toned muscles
Skin type/color: Tanned faced and upper torso
Scars/tattoos/birthmarks: Several battle wound scars from arrows and cuts
Hair color: Reddish blond
Hair style: Long, pulled back, just above shoulders.
Eye color: Gray-blue
Eye shape: Wide

Class: Knight-errant
Side: Silvershields

Armor/Clothes worn-

Head: Great Helm over padded arming cap and chain bascinet

Torso: Leather brigandine worn over a mail shirt and gambeson. Heavy black hooded tunic.

Upper arm: gambeson and chain from the shirt

Lower arm: leather and plate vambraces protecting the forearms

Hands: chain and leather gauntlets

Waist: heavy double wrap sword belt

Upper legs: heavy suede pants under the draping edges of the gambeson and mail shirt

Lower legs: mail and plate greaves

Feet: heavy calf boots under the greaves

Weapons- (all lengths are overall lengths):

Main hand/primary: 44-inch long war sword with a hardwood grip wrapped in leather

Offhand/secondary: 28-inch kite shield made of wood reinforced with steel bands.

Other weapons carried:

25-inch long war hammer with hardwood handle on the belt.
10-foot long oak spear with a 13-inch long hewing spearhead.
20-inch long poniard on his belt.

Unique skills/special abilities/magic/technology –

Proficiencies:

Literacy, Languages common, elf. Lore- religious. Land navigation. Celestial navigation. Climbing, acrobatics, swimming. Horsemanship. Wilderness survival. Falconry. Haggling.

Weapon proficiencies:

War/Longsword. Two-handed sword. Lance. Polearm/spear. Mace. Ax. Dagger. Shield. Armor usage.

The three horses of Lars: During a jousting tournament, he has a large chestnut red charger that is heavy and strong. In normal combat areas, he uses a lighter courser that is dappled colored. When Lars is not fighting, he uses a palfrey for riding, which is a sleek black mare.

Persona biography-

Lars is the son of Grim, hence Grims'son or Grimsson. Born in the northern reaches of human lands he grew up in a strict household. His father is a minor lord and raised his sons, all seven of them, to be warriors. Lars is the youngest of the boys and has been overshadowed by his brothers and father in terms of their exploits and heroics.

The early training of Lars included the rules of the court, chivalry, music, writing, and weapons. Lars also became devoutly religious having witnessed what he believed to be an angel who had saved him from death at the edge of a lake. Lars has become extremely spiritual over the years, praying early in the morning and after every battle, believing his purpose is a bulwark against evil in all its myriad of forms.

After several years training, at the age of 10, Lars become a squire to his older brother Hafjarl, where his training focused more on combat. Lars expanded his training in weapons and in particular, he learned the tactics of fighting on horseback. This was one of the most important aspects of becoming a knight and one of the hardest skills to master. As a mounted knight, he witnessed the awe and respect that people paid his brothers throughout the land. At 13 Lars worked hard on the list where he mastered the lance and controlling his horse in melee, mastering these skills, becoming a fierce combatant on horseback.

Having gained his knighthood as a member of the minor nobility, Lars decided that he had to leave the small lands and explore the wider world. In this, he hopes to gain the honor and fame that has eluded him and made him the outcast among his family.

Lars has been traveling the last seven years exploring and learning the ways of the world, yet that one fleeting piece of honor and glory continue to elude his grasp. He has served in many armies in many lands. His name is recognized among many mercenary companies as a skilled warrior and he takes his knightly oath of largess and compassion for the weak as well as his unyielding faith in his Gods so seriously that he has made a name for himself, sadly though he can't see this.

[User]
Fear. Blood. Pain. All elements of combat, elements that even the bravest warrior experiences. Such was the events that unfolded in the scant few seconds since the Silver Shields had reached the coach. The orc had raised his sword in some endeavor to present a fearsome visage. It had not worked, evident by the quick thrust by Karvos.

Melee were not clean affairs, combat was messy, with blows felling opponents from every angle. Such would be the outcome today. One against two, unless the one was supremely skilled and the two were inept farmers, the single one would fall in a matter of seconds.

It was amazing, had Lars had time to watch the elaborate move the orc did to avoid being run through, and nary his sword moved from its overhead position. It would have been a marvel of unprecedented skill, balance, and strength. The sinisteral maced moved deftly, body shifting, moving and yet the sword remained overhead even as the orc fell backward. It mattered not though as soon as Karvos made his move so was Lars moving.

Two quick steps and the shield was smashing into the orc even as his mace collided with the halberd shaft, the impact as Lars threw his weight behind it, the shield rising up a bit so that the top edge would be ready to turn away the longsword still held high. It would be easy to set aside the sword from this position.

The war sword, held in a low guard, with a quick flick of the wrist was now moving to get behind the right leg of the orc, as the blade slipped between his legs. With the overly elaborate defense and his falling back, the blade would achieve its aim. To slice through the leather leggings at the orcs right knee, the attempt was to hamstring the orc. With the orc falling backward, along with the impact of the the shield, it would not be beyond the realm of possibilities. With the Orc being preoccupied on his defense, the move would be neigh impossible to avoid. The blade would be withdrawn from its postion, the edge of the blade pressed against the back of the orc's knee as it was drawn out.

[Assistant]
There was a rush of noise, the displacement of air, a shuffling of feet. Phia knew that Gernev would be outnumbered, and despite his skill, would be in need of support. She had confidence that Kirian could handle himself in a duel. She glanced upon her finely made Elven bow, arrow in her hand, gently resting in it's passive state. She could feel it's humble lethality emanating from it, vibrating like it had a mind of it's own. In Phia's mind, the arrows were unique. With their own stories. Each arrow was made by herself, years ago, soaked in enchanted waters and whittled down to perfection. Simple, plain, perfection. A wooden shaft, a piercing tip, and a feathered end. Penetrating armor and bleeding her enemies.

She was leaned against the inner wall of the cart, bracing herself against it, crouching down. She sucked in a quiet breath from underneath her bandana, steadying her hands and face. She pushed off against the wall and turned 180 degrees and side-stepped to look out the window. She pulled her string back and consumed the information that was on the other side of the window. Gernev was locked up with a powerful looking knight. The enemy knight struck her as familiar, perhaps she had read of him, but her mind was already onto the next important thing. Very close nearby, a pole-arm collided with the cart. Her eyes flashed to the source. A man-at-arms, just a short distance away, a prime target. Acting on instinct, she let loose an arrow at the prime target.

It whistled through the air. She did a short whistle along with it.

It would be coming in from his left, almost directly to his left, but an observant man might be able to see it in his peripherals. It should past just above his arm and into his middle-left torso. A painful distraction at the least.

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Nice. His foe had more skill than originally thought to cause him to miss in such a way, but Karvos was still certain that the orc's efforts would be in vain. His primary weapon stuck well and good in the carriage would just put a delay on the inevitable. In the process of plotting his next move against him he caught sight of a swift movement from inside the carriage. It was...an enemy archer. Luckily for Karvos it took less time to simply move his tower shield every so slightly into place than it would to aim effectively at him, causing the arrow to be too late to take advantage of any opening that had previously presented itself during him attacking the orc.

The arrow thumped powerfully into an area near the left of the shield but not powerfully enough to make it completely through, sticking out where it had hit. His normal armor wouldn't be able to stand up to that impressive bow and arrow, so he certainly had to make sure to keep her in mind while he helped fight the orc. Dropping the shield to use both hands to try to un-lodge his halberd would be out of the question for the time being.

Instead he let go of the halberd, moving his hand down to equip himself of his two foot long war hammer as he shuffled forward, keeping his shield raised in the direction of both the archer and the orc, lining them up more together thanks to a slight change in his positioning. He would not be able to get to the confrontation in time to deal with the current exchange of blows between the orc and the knight, but he'd get there for the next should he press his advance.

[Assistant]
A war becomes a duel, a feast for crows becomes a single murder. It was all of this, a glorious clash of steel, blood, sweat, bile, willpower that fed Kirian the Witch Knight.

As he pressed forward, he found his probing strike deflected with all needed deftness. This was unsurprising, given that she'd survived this long in the seige with only one eye. That could very well have been a fatal flaw, and Kirian was well prepared to make good on that. The edge of his blade was deflected outside her guard to Kirian's right side, followed by an arcing slash up towards his face. She may have thought his attack repelled, but his gambit was successful.

Instead of fully retreating, he followed the impact of her parry, ducking down and twisting his right side towards her. To her peril, she'd stepped her right foot well within blade's reach, under an eyesocket without depth perception or peripheral vision. Kirian pivoted low, keeping his grip close to his chest, and used the counter-momentum to rap the inside of her right knee with the last four inches of the flat of his blade. With the torsion of his core behind the strike, it would land as the lady knight's counterattack would have grazed Kirian's face, and just as painfully as a kick. In that window of pain, he'd press his advantage.

Before she had time to pull her sword down, Kirian pushed forward and up with his trailing left leg, angling his sword upward into a modified ox stance. The primary difference would be that instead of pointing his blade forward to level with the centerline, he'd pivot it backward between her arms, as a metal lever behind the heels of her palms. At the same time, he was ramming his shoulder into her diaphragm, just underneath her miniature breastplate. As he'd follow through, he'd complete his turn and push back and outward with his sword. A complicated maneuver, he intended to press his blade roughly against the inside of his opponent's wrists, and bear her heavily back to slam against the side of the carriage.

This assault should wind her further, and part her with her sword through pure physical leverage, if she could surpress the instinct to drop it outright. Even if she did have the presence of mind to pull her guard up to avoid the "grapple", it would bring her center of gravity too far back to resist getting slammed against the carriage. At this range, a hunk of metal like her knife had all the wrong balance. Yes it could be more devastating than a normal sword at the sweetspot of its range, but it would likely be difficult to maneuver without the momentum of the body behind it. At that point, Kirian was close and heavy enough to pin her struggling, and end it with his dagger. A murder settles a battle, a duel settles a war. The lady knight's options had been swiftly severed, and soon her neck would be as well.

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Lars, having hamstrung the orc before him, stepped back with a satisfied grunt. With the orc struggling and the blood pooling beneath him, Lars swung his shield in a vicious swipe to the head of the orc, followed by a boot to the chest.

A grim smile crossed his face momentarily as he heard the arrow thunk the heavy shield of his companion. Whipping around, leaving his back exposed to the other avenue of access, the avenue that the Lady held. Should the Lady be overcome Lars would be exposed to attack, however, he had fleeting faith in the lady's ability to fight. Regardless, Lars raised his shield as he glimpsed some movement inside the carriage.

It was difficult to see who was exactly inside the carriage, however, the fact that they were using a bow in confined quarters might prove to be their downfall. Whatever happened next Lars would begin a systematic exploration of the carriage with his sword.


[System]
Age: 17
Grade: 5th
Nationality: Empire of Germania
Theme: Discipline Committee armband. Sina is known to be a member of the discipline committee.

Appearance: Sina is 5'6 feet tall and 125lbs. Often wears or otherwise possesses a white scarf made by her grandfather no matter her attire. Often wears the just-past-knee-high version of the uniform, with black stockings.

Bio: Sina Segert was born in the city of Brasren in the Empire of Germania to a poor farmer in the city's local hospital. Both the father and the mother, while happy that they finally had a child after trying so hard to have one, were not in the best financial straits to begin with. Having a child put them in even more danger financially than before. Not wanting their daughter to have to suffer the same as they, Sina's parents managed to scrap enough money together to send their daughter to a local school.

Sina was always a smart kid, far surpassing her peers in her studies and schooling despite them being in better financial waters. Though she had to sometimes come home to nothing but water, Sina was grateful for the opportunity to learn. One of the first lessons that Sina learned was to be prompt and on time, and follow the rules. Most of the other children caused some kind of disturbance but were able to get away with it. However, if Sina caused any kind of commotion she quickly found herself being punished due to being outside the normal social class and the bias that comes with it. She had no friends in her early years, but she certainly proved herself able to handle whatever assignments the teacher handed over, even if her own assignments were startlingly more difficult than the others.

One dream that Sina shared with her classmates was to go to Saint Hirst. Every so often, an opportunity for the students of Germania to take the exam for Saint Hirst would arise. Sina, like her classmates, decided to take the exam to see if she could go to the legendary Saint Hirst. Unlike the rest of her classmates, however, Sina was the only one to pass the exam despite its difficulty. While her classmates claimed that the test was unfair, Sina's parents were ecstatic to hear the news and immediately began to make preparations to allow her to head to the academy as one of its scholarship students, and later decided not to reveal such a status.

The first year of Saint Hirst that Sina attended was when she developed into a young lady. However, while most ladies thought of men as potential suitors Sina developed differently. She started to look at women, feeling no desire towards men. At first, it was strange to her but eventually she figured out that she was only attracted to the same sex. Sina simply became aware of this, took note of it, and moved on. By year three Sina joined the disciplinary committee to both help guide other students onto the right path and because she simply liked having the power over others, though she never abused her power.

Sample Post: An alarm clock sounded as Sina woke up in the at the farm. Every year Sina came back to her parent's farm in Germania to visit her family, and the family was doing well. But today was the final day before she moved back to Saint Hirst. She could never get up without waiting at least a few minutes in bed trying to wake up. Finally, after staring at the ceiling for five minutes Sina lifted her legs out of the bed slowly and rose up. If she were at the academy on a weekday, Sina would be moving at a much faster pace. However, there was no rush here and she decided to allow the luxury.

"Sina! Time for breakfast!" Sina's mother yelled from downstairs, to which Sina replied "I will be there in a minute!" And a minute Sina would be. She quickly got dressed into something more presentable than her night clothing and went downstairs. She was right on time to meet her parents at the dinner table. After sitting down, there was some small talk, followed by talk about Sina heading back to Saint Hirst. Sina shared a few stories of what it was like at Saint Hirst, mostly about the reactions of the students that she had to write up. A few jokes from her mother made Sina giggle while relaxed in her chair just like when she was at Saint Hirst. Eventually, despite the relaxing atmosphere and Sina's own relaxation it was time to go. All of them began to make the preparations to head to the train station that will take Sina and her luggage to the border and finally to Saint Hirst.

Extras: Sina keeps a journal that is used to log her thoughts of a particular day.

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Nadalena Kofenstein

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Dining Hall, Saint Hirst Academy for Fine Ladies

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Before Tilia Fitzgerald made her way to the table Nadalena used this time to answer the inquiry as brief and eloquently as she could.

In retrospect, Nadalena knew the girl that Ramona had pointed out; in fact, they had once been in the same club together. It must've been some time ago when the self-destructive economic club forgot their entire purpose being that of geo-political economics, trade values, stocks, and arithmetic – instead falling into drama inspired by idiotic presumptions and idle gossip. Nadalena had been one of the few people who had left the club due to the entire situation and honestly didn't care about the drama of fools and self-aggrandizers. She didn't care who Maya's family was and she didn't put that much value in shallow whispers throughout the academy about the subject. But Nadalena hadn't forgotten any of the information, though she didn't consider it very relevant to explain to Ramona.

"That's Maya Enilsdottir of Telemarin. She's a fourth-year student."

As Tilia introduced herself, Nadalena continued to observe before introducing herself in turn.

"Greetings Tilia, welcome. I'm Princess Nadalena Kofenstein, though I believe we are actually sharing rooms this year so you may have deduced that already." She smiled warmly.

[Assistant]
Ramona Herrman

"That's Maya Enilsdottir of Telemarin. She's a fourth-year student." Nadalena answered, her expression pensive as she seemed to observe her surroundings. Ramona could respect that of her.

The student Seyrun had invited to their table began strutting over in their direction. Once she arrived, Ray could not help but notice something mischievous about her smile. That, and the fact that the zipper to her skirt was down. The red head thought it as a simple wardrobe malfunction and nothing more.

"Hello everyone! I'm Tilia Fitzregald! Nice to meet you all! She greeted with a smile and a slight wave.

However, the warriors attention was again, focused on the mysterious blonde sitting across the room. Ray could not help but wonder why she was eating lunch alone when she was a fourth year. Didn't she have any friends? A pang of sympathy struck her heart causing the brave knight to reflect inward. She too was alone at this school. The table also had plenty of vacant seats. There was no reason for Maya to be all by herself.

"Hello." Ray addressed the newcomer curtly. She did not mean to seem rude, but her focus was mainly on the outcast in the corner of the dining hall. With her chivalrous nature having won her over, (as always) the warrior stood up and pushed in her chair.
"Excuse me ladies, I will be right back." She said as she walked toward Maya.
Before leaving however, she wordlessly paused near Tilia only to reach out and zip up her fly. Simply doing so as to not cause the poor girl any embarrassment. The last thing she would do is point out the fact to everyone.

She turned her heel and continued toward her destination. Maya had her head down, reading what appeared to be the Academy news letter. A curtain of blonde hair hid her features forcing Ray to think of a good way to get her attention. Once there, she cleared her throat and placed her hand on the table.

"Excuse me miss... My name is Ramona." She spoke in a calm tone, her smile warm.
"Would you care to join us? There is plenty of room."

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Maya Enilsdottir

In her little world of boring, irrelevant news, captured by the craftmnship that was printing and words, while closing out the echoes and sounds of the students about, Maya was for once unfocused and off-guard. And so it came to be that someone spoke to her, at her most vulnerable, and she seemed to jump in her seat. The frosty orbs pulled themselves up to the newcomer, curious yet slightly intimidating in nature, while the long, blonde bangs still hung down her face. Indeed, she was still a little sleepy.

"Hmm? Are you speaking to me? she blinked as if confused, her head slightly tilted sideways in an inquiring manner. "If so,
I imagine that wouldn't be very wise."  Her words seemed as cold as her visible aura, stern and even slightly refusing. Yet for a trained ear, a hint of sorrow could be caught, however she quickly adjusted it to seem like it didn't bother her. She was skilled in that, lying to herself to make her seem fine. Whether she was fine or not didn't really matter, in her world appearance is the key to success. Always be on your best side, never reveal who you are. That is weakness.

Maya gave the princess a moment's glance, before retracting her eye after. She'd left their club during the time when the whispers were at their worst, and Maya was certain she left for that reason. The reason that a person of her stature, a princess, could possibly be in the same club as a criminal's daughter, a plight on any a reputation. Shame too, Maya quite enjoyed her company with the girl back then. One of the few she could actually be open about her love for numbers with, atleast when the girl actually gave a damn to listen. Thinking back, that wasn't often.

She looked back up at the swordswoman, offering an... attempted smile in gratitude of the offer. "Do not let my presence cause issues.  She added before examining her. Quite a beauty this one, well trained and with a sweet personality. Strange to carry a sword though. I've not seen you before, Miss Ramona. New, I assume? I worry if you speak with too much, the other students will alienate you.

[Assistant]
✣ The Boss ✣

"Whaaah, you're not still mad at me, are you Rufie? Cause you know I just can't help it," Dana remarked, easily keeping in step with the Student President despite a hanging Blake on her shoulders. Though it was doubtful she'd be getting an answer or reply given the President was keen in dishing out the silent treatment. Well, no one else to talk to but the other resident trash can in this school of theirs.

"Yeah, but you're way too obvious Blake. Didn't you hear Rufie earlier? Oh ho, I'm a real star of the show, a true thespian!" Dana said, once more placing a hand on her chest and flaring her arm out dramatically. "You can just stick to making my background props and backdrops, oh ho!" And when the prospect of food came up, Dana snickered loud enough to where she knew Rufie would be able to hear her.

With Blake still hanging off her, she skipped forward until walking beside Rufie. "Hey, hey, Prez, can't we all go out for a bite? I like Blake's idea of trying out your outfits. Hey, aren't these a little too modern for school curriculum anyway?" Dana asked, speaking a mile a minute only to change topics and looked down at her outfit with genuine curiosity.

The trio of girls would be rounding the corner and, soon enough, approaching the faculty and staff quarters. Not much else could be heard going on from inside though, aside from the frantic scratching of feathered pen on paper. Boss was, as always, hard at work and with the school year having just started, it was going to be a bustling first day.

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"Yes, detention always has space! I could certainly arrange for a red slip to fall into your hands." Sina smiled after Seyrun made her jest. Sina knew that her work was underappreciated, and so Sina allowed herself to be at ease when she could. "Mystery Investigation Society? Hm, can not say I heard of them much though I suppose that is a good thing considering what I do." With the mention of the society, Sina thought a bit more about the paper that Seyrun had. Perhaps the two were connected? Either way, she would certainly pay a visit to the society if she could, if only to see if they were having any kind of trouble. At least, that would be her "official" reason.

Before Sina knew it, there was quite the crowd surrounding her and Seyrun. And judging by the rest of the introductions they were all of some kind of rich birth. Their incredible titles made Sina feel some slight envy: she wished she had something as incredible as the "eldest daughter of King Nikolas the VI and Queen Franziska" or was able to carry a sword on her hip like Ramona. But then, there were some of those even among the rich that caused trouble. The one she referred to, of course, was Tilia Fitzgerald. That girl was one the troublemakers/harassers this morning and Sina felt that would not be the end of her mischief. Furthermore, Sina noticed that her fly was down. While Sina much appreciated the apparently easy peek into her skirt internally, it was her job not to allow it to go any further. Still, Sina decided not to cause too much of a scene yet.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all."Sina smiled and nodded her head as she specifically got out her disciplinary notebook with the different slips and placed it on the table. It was mostly for deterrence and a signal to Tilia that she was watching her. "Maya Enilsdottir? She's my roommate. She shouldn't be sitting there alone!" Sina watched as Ramona excused herself and take care of her "Tilia" problem, after which Sina giggled, and go to Maya. Whatever it was that was being said over there, Sina hoped that Maya would join them.

"Glad to know society sometimes does my job for me." Sina said in between giggles as she commented on what Ramona just did to Tilia.


[System]
Appearance: "What, can't you just look at me and take some notes? No? Alright fine. Reptilian, green scales, spikes trailing from the top of the head down to the end of the tail. Usual outfit of a hooded long-sleeve shirt, pants with a hole for the tail, no shoes. That good enough for ya?"

Species Name & Description: "Last I heard the going name for us was 'Reptiloids.' There's a bunch of us out here, enough to have several different factions. Not sure most of us came from the same planet originally, actually.

Favourite Side Dish: "I..uhh..whaddaya call the little yellow sweet bits? Starts with a C...cake? No...car? No, that ain't it...Corn! Yeah, corn!"

Useful Skills & Abilities: "I'm a pretty decent pilot. Used to run cargo for a bigger shipping company, before they got bought out. Had to sell my ship recently to get some cash flowing again, but my skills still hold up."

Membership Number: "%XYN)p(Xf@vlv)fL. Yes, I know there's no actual numbers in it. Don't ask me, I just read it off the back o' this badge.

An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "A wise, long-dead human once said 'Life is like a sewer… what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.' I gotta say that you humans sure know how to make a guy laugh."

History: "Oh, you want my story? My WHOLE story? Well sit back, and get comfortable, cause its gonna be a long one..."

[User] Walking with the others out of the ship, Toony wasn't too surprised to see a snake alien greet them. Shame it wasn't the more elegant snake race she had seen around the galaxy. But a snake was a snake. Toony wondered what the biggest thing it could eat was, she probably had it beat, but it would be a fun contest. Either way besides the guy looking nervous, Toony posed a question, ignoring the question he posed the group. "Yeah so... What was that attire we were supposed to be given to wear?"

[Assistant]
Maracun Cropman regarded Toony with the sort of suspicion normally associated with somebody lifting up the bun on a burger, folding his arms back in and resting them on where his hips might've been had his ancestors felt the need to evolve legs. Smaller antennae flicked to and fro in a rather jolly manner, even though the rest of Maracun's face looked sceptical, perhaps even annoyed. Interpreting alien facial movements without the aid of a guidebook wasn't an easy task, even for seasoned veterans of space travel.

 "I'm sure this, the clothes thing, that'll be taken care of, but we best be getting inside," Maracun snuck a glance back across the bridge he'd snaked his way from, "we're on a tight schedule, got friends, uh, who want to have a word with you about this party..."

[User]
As Vanessa stepped off the boarding ramp to see the Twitcher greet them, her instincts kicked into gear. Something felt wrong here. Greeting parties were the first impression someone got of a place or a planet, so the fact that the Twitcher that greeted them was both wearing clothes that seemed rather ill fitting for them along with having a very nervous and absentminded speech pattern. In the past, each time Vanessa had been greeted by a welcoming party, even one so small, everything was well rehearsed and practiced. Everything here felt the exact opposite, and Vanessa was concerned. Something felt very wrong to her, but then again it could've been Vanessa's previous experience with high-class worlds and long, drawn out ceremonies that caused her tastes to be too refined. Forcing herself to relax, Vanessa said nothing, but her eyes darted around the area a bit quicker than they had previously at Hendersons Ribs.

When Toony asked about clothing, Vanessa had to resist the urge to smile. She had taken the opportunity to dress in some of her best, and it was now proving to be very helpful for first impressions despite the fact that the Twitcher was somewhat suspicious. Saying nothing about the matter, Vanessa merely waited for the group to depart towards the entrance that Maracun had come from.

Vanessa was still slightly on edge about the whole ordeal. Something was rubbing her the wrong way about this greeting. Though it might have once again just been her familiarity with high class engagements that involved a lot of social footwork and preparation. Perhaps this was the norm for this world? Vanessa wouldn't be able to tell, since it was likely that they wouldn't be returning to this world after this experience. Longing for the comfortable warmth of the wood of her gun, Vanessa kept a close lipped smile on her face and let out an aura of calm to try and convince everyone that everything was fine. Something in Vanessa's mind told her to keep her status as a vampire as secret as possible. That meant no teleportation or anything of the sort unless everything else failed miserably.

With most of her arsenal of skills now needing to be kept secret, Vanessa was in a rather tough spot when it came to helping out with trouble. The others were lucky, they were pretty common around the universe. Vampires were pretty scarce compared to others, especially considering that only pure humans could become vampires. People tended to not react well when you told them that you drank blood for a living since most people were rather squeamish about blood in the first place.

[Assistant]
"Well. How do I look?" Vanessa asked

"The dress is aesthetically pleasing, though perhaps not the most suitable, the skirt is going to get awfully messy dragging along the ground out here"

The Bees were considerably more liberal with their compliments, the words beautiful, stunning and super pretty thrown about quite a bit. Some of the seamster bees along to perform adjustments to the promised provided cloths, who had the knowledge to realize just how outclassed they were by whoever made the dress, offered to hold the skirt just a little off the ground so it remained clean.

In contrast to the well dressed Vanessa was the arriving snake like alien that was apparently Zane Heron's representative, wearing an ill-fitting outfit that was a prime example of why you don't let your cloths drag along the floor. The rather shady individual combined with the extreme reaction of the flight control tower staff was setting off many alarm bells in the Bees and the mind was now mighty suspicious of this whole endeavor.

Some of these alarm bells came down the ramp to join the swarm outside. Bees in much more fitting military officer cloths than the Twitcher wore, along with additional grunts trickled down from the boarding ramp, worried that the man employing them was actually a pirate. Some bees wearing private detective outfits also came convinced there was something odd going on and wanting to get to the bottom of it. Another bunch of regular bees came down simply following the concerned bees out of curiosity and finally two captain bees, who joined because the swarm had grown about 50% larger and thus needed more commanders to keep them corralled.

While all this happened the Mind dealt with conversing with their supposed greeter.

 "Maracun Cropman, here to welcome you on behalf of the Zane Heron Estate. Do you need any assistance unloading? I can send for, ah, some people."

"That won't be necessary, I have more than enough hands to deal with what needs to be unloaded"

There were plenty more bees available, they didn't really need anything more with them than what they were carrying and the Mind was not letting this man's associates near their ship till they figured out what was going on.

"we're on a tight schedule, got friends, uh, who want to have a word with you about this party..."

Friends, not colleagues or Zane Heron himself. Also how could they have scheduled if they had no idea if anyone was going to respond to the add or when. It is not like the phoned ahead. All very suspicious.

"Quick question, do you have any ID confirming your Zane Heron's 'cat'. "

The Bees had been slowly spreading out over the area, trying to see if they could spot anything suspicious, as the Mind was now considering that this one might be some opportunistic thug who had got here before the actual representative, and was trying to trick them into an ambush so his 'friends' could rob them blind.

[User]
Everyone on the Quest for Flavor seemed to be on edge Toony noticed. What with Will and Vanessa being very untrustworthy of this.. disheveled snake person. Toony could see it, what with the snake person being very nervous, trying to force them all to go somewhere, and well, being overly rude with not taking them into the party. She didn't really care too much one way or the other about Vanessa and her party attire. If it wasn't battle armor she didn't see much use in dressing up short of spy work.

Toony wasn't too concerned about the situation, even if things got dicey. It would be a bad time if it ended up this snake guy was trying to jump the group. Well, best way to see if there really was a problem or this guy was just super nervous in general was direct confrontation. "So, where are these friends of yours? I'd like to meet them." Toony said, feigning ignorance.

To anyone but a specialist, Toony looked like a normal robot that admittedly could pass off as a cleaning robot. Add in her thin frame and most people assumed she was only armed with cleaning attachments. She had used this information quite a bit in the past, often times surprising any would be attackers when they attempted to tackle her down or use conventional firearms on her. Organics tended to not like being devoured by a nanobot swarm and turned into Gauss or Flamethrower ammo.

"Oh, and before you ask, no I don't have anything I left on the ship. Got my vacuum right here." Toony said, pulling one of her hands back into her arm in a mechanical manner (Instead of her normal 'gooey' manner) and turned her arm into a vacuum tube, using this to clean up the nearby area as well as cleaning off their snake friend, the vacuum tending not to react well with his feelers.

[Assistant]
Vanessa gave a polite head shake to The Bees as they offered to carry her dress so it wouldn't drag. The skirt did drag along the ground, but the dress itself was actually made from a material designed to withstand it. Dresses like the one that Vanessa was currently wearing had been in fashion for an extensively long time, and the complaint of a tattered skirt was quite frequent. That pushed one tailor too far, and in an effort to rid himself of having to repair countless skirts, he devised a new material with the help of several collaborative scientists. Zharthorian steelsilk was the result, and it held the dress together quite well. Gone were the days of tattered and dirty skirts from trips to the city or long court sessions, and the tailors of the universe were relieved that they would now have the time to work on other projects. Vanessa's dress was composed of Zharthorian steelsilk, though it would still rip and tear like normal cloth if needed, it would be fine against the hazards of common dirt and grime that usually presented themselves in an area such as this.

Toony seemed to take the hint that this greeting was far from ordinary, and was thankfully playing along. With several of The Bees having donned classical private eye gear, Vanessa was glad to have shared the feeling of unease with the rest of the crew. Vanessa widened her eyes in mock shock for a moment, and falsely exclaimed. "Oh, dear me! I have forgotten something of grand importance! I shall return shortly." Toony mentioning that she had nothing left on the ship had reminded Vanessa to ensure that her own belongings were safe. The possibility that the Quest for Flavor would be looted was higher than the usual standard, and Vanessa wanted to be sure that nobody would be taking anything that didn't belong to them.

Turning swiftly, Vanessa hurried up the boarding ramp. Her heels clicked as she walked, though Vanessa showed an unnatural dexterity with them. Aboard the ship, Vanessa moved swiftly to her room and opened the door. After confirming that no one was inside Vanessa closed the door and punched a code into the small panel nearby. A small thunk was heard, and the door was sealed. Nodding to herself, Vanessa returned to where she had been previously. Only a few moments had passed since she had left, and all was well now.

[User]
When the time came to land the ship, Elarin slipped into the pilot's seat, and began carefully guiding the vessel to the landing pad, a flawless display of piloting as it sailed to the landing pad, much in the way that more conventional ice cream cones don't.

As the boarding ramp slid open, Elarin unwrapped another sucker, popping the sticked, blue raspberry-flavored candy into his mouth, and stepping down the boarding ramp with the others. The 'man' greeting them was a snake-like being, one of the many reptiloid creatures found across the universe. This one was dressed rather poorly, in a military-looking uniform, and spoke with plenty of hesitation common for someone lying. Elarin was just as unwilling to trust this being as the others seemed to be, and when Will Vanessa, and anyone else who wished to retrieve something from the ship had done so, Elarin would take the ramp dongle attached to the ignition key, and close the boarding ramp, pressing the button to lock it tight, the lights on the Quest For Flavor flashing twice in time with a "beep beep" noise.


[System]
Age: 13
Hometown: Ecruteak City
Appearance (pic preferred):

Starter: Torchic
Bio: Shiranui had developed a fascination with fox-like Pokémon from watching the Kimono Sisters performing during his childhood. His favourite Pokémon are Espeon, Umbreon, Delphox, Zoroark and Ninetales. He is generally kind, but has a low tolerance to those who speak ill of his likes. He had been inspired to go on a Pokémon journey ever since he spotted Ho-oh taking off from the Bell Tower at age 8, later catching it during his journey through Johto along with two of the three Legendary Beasts.

Having experienced the wonders of the Kalos Region, Shiranui had conquered the Kalos League and was added to the local Hall of Fame after defeating their Elite Four as well as the local champion Diantha.

[User] Shiranui had registered for the contest while Liam was gone.

[Assistant] Lance went inside the cave to train with Lotad, he battled with the Geordies and whismurs in the cave.

[User] Pidgeot landed and Liam disembarked before recalling the bird to the ball. He stepped inside and registered for the contest.

[Assistant] At that time, Shiranui was preparing for the contest.

[User] Liam was ready for the contest and was in the hall's green room.

[Assistant] Shiranui came into the green room in time for the contest to start.

[User] Liam was sitting down and polishing the ball or the Pokémon he was going to use.

[Assistant] At that time, Shiranui disappeared behind a partition and changed into his ninja outfit.

[User]
The lights turned on the center stage. Vivian was standing Center stage.
"Welcome to To Verdenturf Contest!" Vivian announced. A roar of cheers and applause erupted from the audience. Once it died down, she continued. "The winner of today's contest will win the illustrious Verdenturf Ribbon!" she called as she held it up. The audience cheered again. "As usual, we have our three lovely judges! The head of the Pokémon Contest Committee, Mr. Contesta!"
 "What a lovely day for a Contest. I want everyone to do their best."
"The President of the Pokémon Fan Club,Mr. Sukizo!"
 "Verdenturf town is Remarkable!
"And last, but not least, our third and final judge today is Verdenturf Town's very own,[color=ec008c] [/color]Nurse Joy!!
"Let's all have fun today!" Joy said with her always cheerful smile.

Our 32 contestants will begin their appeals, and the top eight will advance to the next round. With that said, let's begin with Contestant #1, from Blackthorn City, Johto 'Dragon Master' Liam Coleman!"

 The crowd cheered at the famous name. Liam ran out and tossed the ball into the air, Jiriaya! Show your stuff!" The Greninja emerged. "Start off with Double Team!" Liam called. Jiriaya did a complex set of hand gestures and a copy of himself appeared. "Gunk Shot into Water Shrunken and Ice Beam!!" Jiriya conjured the Water Shurkien with one hand and the Gunk Shot in the other. He slammed it into the whole and thrusted it into the air. The Ice Beam was fired and froze the attack. All the while, the duplicate was mirroring the same moves. Both frozen Shurikens were grabbed by the respective Jiriyas and tossed at the other. "Now, Cut!" Liam called. The both launched forward to attack. They and the frozen attacks all met center stage. When the dust settled, all that remained was a substitute. Vivian and the judges looked around confused. Jiriaya leapt from an empty seat in the middle of the audience and made a "ta-da" like gesture.

"Kalos certainly is home to some unique Pokémon."
"Greninja is remarkable!"
"That was an amazing display of a Greninja's fast footwork."

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8
8
total: 24

[Assistant]
"Now it's time to wrap our appeals round with Contestant #32. From Ecruteak City in Johto, Shiranui Tsukiko!" Cheers were heard from the audience as Shiranui walked out onto the stage. "Zoro, do your stuff!" Shiranui didn't open any Poké Balls, but the stage went dark as an illusion blanketed the contest hall. Like the holodeck from the USS Enterprise, the hall had turned into a hillside scenery at night with a full moon. From the moon, a Zoroark somersaulted and landed next to Shiranui. "Zoro, start with the Nocturnal Boss!" Zoro shifted into the guise of a Honchkrow and let out a deep squawk whilst creating a flock of Murkrow illusions that flew around the sky. "These Murkrow are from a rival Honchkrow's murder," stated Shiranui, "Rub them out with Night Slash!" Zoro slashed the Murkrow illusions and they were dispelled into wisps of smoke.

"Zoro, change-of-scenery time!" The night time hillside illusion shifted and now it looked like Shiranui and Zoro were performing in the Kimono Dance Theater. The Zoroark was now in the guise of an Espeon. "Use Double Team!" Zoro shifted back and forth and now all the Eeveelutions were there. "Now to form an Eeveelution pyramid," announced Shiranui, "Espeon, center stage; Flareon and Vaporeon, flank the Espeon; Leafeon and Glaceon, get on top; Jolteon, form the pinnacle; Umbreon and Sylveon, run one lap around the pyramid and get on top!" Six of the Eeveelutions formed the pyramid and when that was done, Sylveon and Umbreon ran their laps and climbed the pyramid. Umbreon was first to the top and Sylveon got on top of Umbreon. "Use Captivate!" The Sylveon on top upped the cuteness and the audience was wowed at the spectacle. "Big Finish!" The Eeveelutions broke up their pyramid and fired various illusory attacks into the air, consisting of a Hydro Pump, Thunderbolt, Flamethrower, Psybeam, Dark Pulse, Energy Ball, Ice Beam and Moonblast. The attacks all met at the same time and exploded into a myriad of iridescent sparkles. The illusions all disappeared and Zoro went to Shiranui's side as the audience went into a standing ovation.

"Unova also has some unique Pokémon."
"What a remarkable display of illusions!"
"Your Zoroark is really creative."

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Total: 26

[User]
The top eight were picked and placed in a random order.
1. Liam 2.RP
3. RP 4. RP
5 RP 6. Shiranui
7. RP 8.RP

Jiriya out performed a Loudred in his first round, and then out preformed a Skarmory in his other.

[Assistant] Zoro outperformed a Wigglytuff in the quarter finals and a Golett in the semis.

[User] It was time for the final. Liam took his place.

[Assistant] Shiranui took his place opposite of Liam.

[User] "Begin!" Vivian called. Liam snapped his fingers and called out "Double Team!" Multiple Jiriyas leapt from the shadows.

[Assistant] "Feint Attack!" The Zoroark shifted into a Meowth guise before slouching and swaying side to side. Zoro disappeared and with lots of slashing, made the Greninja copies vanish. He reappeared behind the real Jiraiya and punched the Greninja square in the back.

[User] Liam lost a few points with that maneuver. "Power-up Punch!" Jiriya did some acrobatic flips before rocketing toward Zoro with his move. Protean changed him to a fighting type.

[Assistant] "Extrasensory!" Zoro shifted to an Espeon guise and used the psychic move to stop Jiraiya in his tracks.

[User] Liam lost more points. "Aerial Ace!"

[Assistant] "Flamethrower counter shield!" Zoro shifted into a Ninetales guise and breathed out a Flamethrower straight up until it formed a spinning cage of fire. The disguised Zoroark braced for impact.

[User] "Substitute!" Liam called. When the smoke cleared, the substitute doll as in the cage of fire. This caused a drop in Shiranui's points. Jiriya came from behind Zorro to use Areial Ace.

[Assistant] "Zoro, behind you! Use Fling!" Zoro dropped his illusion, grabbed the substitute doll and threw it at Jiraiya.

[User] "Double Team!" Jiraiya made copies of himself and the doll was flung through a copy. Jiraiya kept coming with the Aerial Ace.

[Assistant] The Aerial Ace had struck Zoro, costing Shiranui more points. The counter shield was dispelled in the process. "Zoro, use Feint Attack!" The Zoroark shifted into a Greninja guise, matching Jiraiya in looks before picking up the doll and disappearing from sight, striking the copies with the doll one by one. Zoro nailed Jiraiya in the back with his own Substitute.

[User] Liam lost a few more points, making Shiranui have approximately 1/10 more of his points remaining than Liam did. "Smokescreen into Shadow Sneak!" Jiriya through down a gases orb and a cloud of smoke enveloped the battlefield. Attempting to use this to hide which direction he was attacking from, Jiriya used the priority ghost move.

[Assistant] "Detect into Psych Up!" Zoro saw a shadow coming and just as Jiraiya popped out to strike, the Zoroark caught the attack. In doing so, Zoro copied Jiraiya's stat boosts and returned his Accuracy stat to normal, meaning the Zoroark was just as evasive as Jiraiya.

[User] 'Haze into Water Shuriken!" Liam ordered. The Haze eliminated the stat changes, but would give off a aesthetic affect of a smoke screen.

[Assistant] "Night Daze!" Zoro was struck with the watery throwing stars, causing his illusion to break. Shiranui lost some points. The Zoroark conjured a dome of dark energy that grew in diameter, pushing the haze away.

[User] "Night Slash" Jiriya did an aerial backflip as he sent the slashing move through the dome of dark energy.

[Assistant] When Jiraiya made contact with the dome, sparks were flying as the battlers tried to overpower the other with their dark moves. The dome exploded when the attacks were at a stalemate.

[User] "Night Daze!" Zoro was struck with the watery throwing stars, causing his illusion to break. Shiranui lost some points. The Zoroark conjured a dome of dark energy that grew in diameter, pushing the haze away.

[Assistant] "Night Slash" Jiriya did an aerial backflip as he sent the slashing move through the dome of dark energy.

[User] The moves collided and as the time was on the verge of running out, a massive explosion issued forth from the moves being at a stalemate with Zoro at the epicentre.

[Assistant] Liam was barely able to se Jiraiya for the explosion's smoke. As he was opening his mouth to give the next order, Vivian hollowed out: "Time's up! Unfortunately, the dust from the explosion has obscured the screen, so we don't know who has won."

[User] Everyone in the hall waited with bated breath for the smoke to clear. Shiranui was worried more about Zoro than seeing the points comparison. The smoke eventually cleared to reveal the screen.

[Assistant] The screen showed that Liam had a hair more points, so he was named the winner.

[User] "I don't think we'll have a closer result than this," stated Shiranui as he saw Zoro ambling back to his trainer, panting in exhaustion, "Take a good rest, Zoro." He recalled the Zoroark.

[Assistant] Liam received the ribbon and it was announced that Fallabor Town had the next contest.

[User] "That's quite a distance from here," Shiranui commented.

[Assistant] "Well, we have to go there anyway for a gym badge." Liam pointed out.

[User] "Last I looked, Fallarbor Town didn't have a gym," Shiranui rebutted, "Lavaridge Town on the other hand…"

[Assistant] (I typed the wrong name I meant to say Lavaridge had the next contest) Liam saw a man walk across to the room to him and Shranui. He recognized him as that Wally kid's uncle. He wanted to apologize to them for how rude he was in Mauvile. He offered them Go Goggles. enough for the whole party.

[User] "Night Slash" Jiriya did an aerial backflip as he sent the slashing move through the dome of dark energy.

[Assistant] "Thanks," Shiranui accepted.


[System]
Race: Dracon

Appearance: Standing about 6 feet, 5 inches tall (6'1 if one doesn't include his horns), Serapis has the appearance of a heavily-muscled fighter. His red skin, sharp horns, and strong tail all give the impression of power and authority. (Picture to be added later)

Sex: Male

Age: 35

Weapons: In addition to his fangs and claws, Serapis is highly skilled as a sword fighter and he is used to fighting with daggers, spears and bows. He also has a suit of armor, but rarely uses it anymore. As with all dracons, he has the ability to breathe a fine acidic mist.

Abilities: Besides his breath weapons, Serapis is very strong, fairly quick, and has good aim with the bow. He's also a good administrator and has proven to be as responsible in running the orphanage as he was leading his men into combat.

Personality: Serapis is kind and fair, but can be strict. He is like this because most of his adult life has required him to impose order on a chaotic situation for the good of others. He is adventurous, but has had to settle down since he became a father. Like his wife, Serapis is highly protective of his family, and he extends that protectiveness to all of the children in the orphanage.

Quirks: He hides it well, but Serapis really hates it when items are out of order, even slightly. Usually, he waits until others have left the room or turned away, but if something is slightly crooked or tilted, he finds it annoying.

Bio: After leaving his family's farm at age 18, he joined the army of Minbenthac and was wounded in combat a bit later. While recovering, he met Thayva and they hit it off quickly. After leaving the army they wandered for some time, eventually settling in a human realm after Arjun's egg had been laid. They started an orphanage on Thayva's suggestion and have lived among humans ever since. While his time is largely spent working on matters related to the orphanage, he has still managed to find some time to practice with his sword and other weapons.

[User]
Aurelian opened a book in front of him. His book had some characters on it as well. Runes? Letters? Characters? Hieroglyphics? Maybe they were numbers? He wasn't even sure.

"I think so. Haven't seen him in any of the sleeping quarters"

"I suppose we can talk to him later, after class" he replied, trying to keep his voice down.

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Laura straightened up and paid attention to the teacher. "Now, each of you have assignments to hand in. You may do so at the end of class. For now, we will continue to learn about the history of magic and the different kinds of mages. Who can tell me the difference between a wizard and a sorcerer? Yes, Jorn!"

The halfling looked the instructor in the eye. "Wizards have to learn their magic, sorcerers are born with it."

"That is correct, very good. Now, can someone else tell me what is the difference between the two of them and a warlock? Or a witch, for a female."

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Serapis quickly caught up to the halfling. "Child, what is wrong? You can tell me." He didn't want to assume that the boy was mute, although it was a possibility which he could not rule out. "If you need something, I'll help." No response was forthcoming. At about the same time, he saw a human masseuse coming down the hall. She was dressed much like a dracon, in a loincloth and a top. Each were quite large for that kind of clothing, and she was well-covered apart from her stomach, arms, and legs. Her white skin and dirty-blonde hair made her stand out among the adult human women who worked at the orphanage.

"Oh, Galatea. Didn't see you there."

"Hello headmaster. What seems to be the problem?" Her voice was soft and soothing.

"This young halfling doesn't want to speak. Or maybe he can't. Do you know his name?"

"I'm afraid I don't, although I've worked on him before. This little one is unusually stressed for someone of his age. Not sure what happened to him. It used to be even worse when he first arrived. He never speaks to me, but his muscles tell me a lot." Serapis suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at Galatea's last statement.

[Assistant]
Glad for her timing and the lack of traffic in the halls, Thayva quickly made her way to the large double front doors of the mansion. A few papers cluttered a board mounted to the wall beside the doorway, advertising various jobs from people in town for the orphans to take up come the weekends, among other bits of information all held up by rugged nails tacked into the board.
 Her tail swished behind her as she pulled the scroll from her waistband, unfurled it, and tacked it to an empty spot of board with a couple unused nails: the newest list of jobs. She scanned the other pages, checking for anything old or out of place.
 After tearing down a couple old job advertisements and pocketing a messily scrawled prank note of someone looking for anyone willing to fish out a fire-breathing duck trapped in one of the boys' privies before it blew up the mansion, she began her usual morning routine of opening the windows facing the front of the house to let in fresh air.
 She paused as an unusually cool breeze blew through the window she had just opened, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed at the crisp scent. The sweet, electric smell of an impending storm rode the breeze.
 Thayva leaned out the window, trying to get a good look at the sky. A line of gray clouds floated just above the tree line surrounding the front yard, looming with a puffy ominousness.
 Have to keep an eye on that. Thayva ducked back inside. Don't want the floors to rot because of an open window during rain.
 She turned and headed toward the kitchen. Driven by a hunger that had begun to gnaw at her stomach, she hoped to scavenge any leftovers from the morning meal before finishing up double checking the most recent test scores.

* * *
 Nick nodded in Aurelian 's direction as Ilyrana eagerly thrust her hand in the air, her face begging for the teacher to pick her. Without waiting for more than the teacher's glance, the elven girl spoke.
 "Wizards," Ilyrana began, ignoring Laya's raised eyebrows, "usually deal in lighter magic, and specialize in one or two subjects, while warlocks delve into the darker stuff, and usually deal in a wider range of areas. Though, they both usually need some kind of staff, wand, or other trinket to channel their magic, since they have to seek it out, instead of it seeking them out."

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 The halfling gave a frustrated sigh at Serapis' persistence. He was late. Of that he was sure. The sounds of other orphans had already faded into oblivion from more than just the distance he had placed between himself and the most-traveled areas. Before the dracon finished speaking, the gentle sound of feet padding against the floorboards drew his attention a short second before Serapis looked over at the woman approaching.
 His brows furrowed irritably when the woman, too, asked about "the problem" in the same kind tone she had used on those couple occasions Galatea had been his masseuse.
 "Or maybe he can't."
 The halfling's head dropped, his gaze turning to the floor and fists clenching at the dracon's words.
 Can't. How he hated that word. But, no matter how often he heard it--mocking or otherwise--he refused to correct it, to prove it wrong. No. He wouldn't break the promise he made himself after...
 He hung his head lower as Galatea answered the headmaster. Turning his attention instead on the hall, he focused on keeping his steps silent as he tried to steal away from the adults, hoping neither would notice until he had already safely slipped into the back of his classroom.

[User]
Serapis noticed the halfling boy heading towards class. Not wanting to disturb the student, he let the boy go.

"Well, please keep an eye on him and let me know if there are any developments, alright?"

Galatea nodded. "Yes, headmaster. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare some of the tables for later today." She shuffled off in near-silence, moving with surprising grace.

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The teacher thought about it for a moment. While it was not correct, she didn't want to frame it in that way.

"That's not an entirely accurate answer, but you do get some of the generalizations correct. Yes, it is true that many wizards specialize in one or two areas, and warlocks are prone to dark magics. Only thing is, that's not the fundamental difference. Wizards can use dark magics while there are benevolent warlocks out there. And magic staffs aren't related to the distinction between those kinds of mages. Can anyone else answer?" A few more unsuccessful answers followed, after which the teacher simply gave the answer herself.

"A wizard is a mage who was not born with his magic. He has to study to gain any aptitude whatsoever with his magical spells. A warlock also has no magic at birth, but he gains it through a deal with a being who has magical powers to grant. More often than not, this is a demonic or other evil being, but it can be a neutral or even good creature."

Aurelian raised his hands and spoke as soon as he was called on. "What about a sorcerer? Or a cleric?"

"Good questions. Sorcerers are born with magical ability, while clerics don't have magic per se. They request spells from their deity, but do not actually cast them from any magic within themselves."

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A bit later, Serapis met up with Thayva. "Oh. Hi there, love. Just finished making my rounds. Anything new today? Any big jobs for the students to do?" He moved behind her and gave his wife a little nuzzle, and moved to put his hands on her shoulders, awaiting her nod before he'd give her a little shoulder rub. He briefly looked outside, seeing the impending arrival of rain. Even after all these years, he still wasn't used to water falling from the sky. Given the extreme rarity of precipitation in the dracon realms, this was not hard to understand.

[Assistant]
Gray light filtered through the glass of the solarium situated at the back of the house. Various plants sat in the corners of the room designed to hold heat better than the rest of the mansion. Thayva sat on one of the five cushions placed in a circle at the room's center. A stack of papers sat atop a large, round table in front of her. She held a featherless quill, which she dipped in a bottle of red ink every now and again as she marked a couple forgotten tests.
 Wind gently blew through the room from the couple glass panels Thayva had opened, flooding the usually warm space with the fresh scent of the impending storm. Thayva paused and inhaled the smell. Even after the few years she had spent outside the dracon realms, she still had yet to grow used to the pleasant scent of rain.
 She heard the inside door to the solarium open. With the familiar gait and way he shuffled forward, it could only be her beloved Serapis.
 "Good morning, my dear." She glanced up and returned his loving nuzzle before looking back to the papers.
 "Any big jobs for the students to do?"
 Thayva gave him the nod she knew he awaited. "Well," Thayva reached into a small pocket hidden in her skirts, pulled out the prank note, and placed it beside her pile of papers, "I'd say eliminating a fire-breathing duck would count. Don't suppose you've heard anything about it, have you?" A smile pulled at her maul. "Other than that, the blacksmith's apprentice has fallen ill, so he needs an extra pair of hands this weekend, the butcher's looking for an extra hunter, and the potter has offered her knowledge to teach any who may want to learn the art of pottery."
 Thayva glanced out at the yard, then to the sky, trying to gague the time. "It looks nearly eleven. Lunch should be served soon. Would you care to join me?"

* * *
 When the teachers released the orphans for their last class of the day and sent them on their way to lunch, Kia and Laya stopped and waited outside one of the classrooms for Nick and Ilyrana.
 At last, the door all but burst open, and people flooded out. The two girls stood to the side so the others could exit.
 As soon as the other two elves joined them--Nick and Aurelian having separated during their last class--the four headed to the lunch room.
 "Remember, don't sit together," Kia whispered just loud enough for her friends to hear. "And try to make our separation look unintentional. We don't want to arouse suspicion."
 The others nodded. The four separated, losing one another in the crowd of students flooding the halls as they headed to the dining hall.

[User]
"It looks nearly eleven. Lunch should be served soon. Would you care to join me?"

"That would be wonderful, my love. As for those jobs, I'm sure some of the humans or dracons can take them. Although come to think of it, any of them should be able to help with that duck. It isn't particularly dangerous, I trust. Wouldn't want to put them in unneeded danger." When he saw her nod, he began to gently rub her shoulders, not that he'd keep it up for very long. They'd be eating soon, and more involved intimacy was something for a private space and a private time.

"How's that, dear? Feel better?" He sniffed the air, unsure of what to make of the scent. It was a bit like the smell of a shower after it was used, but far cooler and more diffuse. Like water hanging in the air. Only after another minute did it hit the dracon that rain was on the way. He finished the rub with a little pat on the back of her neck. Serapis then took a glance at the tests, and, satisfied that they were well-marked, set them down without needing to say another word about them.

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"Remember, don't sit together," Kia whispered just loud enough for her friends to hear. "And try to make our separation look unintentional. We don't want to arouse suspicion."

Aurelian nodded, slowly walking off towards a table which was predominantly attended by other humans. Sitting cross-legged, he waited until whatever was going to happen, happened. As he knew what was about to go down, he didn't get any food just yet.

For her part, Laura got some food, being quite hungry. Jorn just sat down at a table next to a lizardfolk and another halfling, only wanting to enjoy a quiet lunch.


[System]
EDITED: Ok, now I'm home, I can post the full Character.
Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Lucas is a little quiet around new people at first, usually keeping to himself. However, if he does befriend someone, he will risk his life to protect them.

Quirk/power: My Body is a Weapon! (Almost called it My Body is Ready! lol)
Lucas's quirk allows him to transform any part of his body into any kind of weapon he wishes, though he usually prefers to change his arms into blades or laser cannons. He can also put his arms or legs together to form a bigger version of the weapons, as well as adding his legs in if he's in the air, for a giant cannon. However, doing so shreds any clothing covering his arms or legs, as his clothes do not transform with him. The only exception to this, is his Hero outfit, seen in the appearance pic, as it's specially designed to transform with his body. He can utilize the blast from the cannons to launch himself in any direction he wishes.

Flaw: Firing the cannons, or any other ammo-consuming weapon takes up his own energy, depending on how big the cannon is. The bigger the cannon, the greater the firepower, but also greater energy consumption. Single arm/leg cannon/mouth cannon = 10 shots. Small shoulder cannons = 20 shots. Combining both arms into a single cannon/chest cannon = 5 shots. Combining both arms and both legs into a giant cannon = 1 shot. When he uses up all his energy, he will pass out from exhaustion. If he tries push on through the exhaustion and fire more times, he could kill himself. However, over time, with enough training, he can improve the energy consumption of his cannons, or his overall energy pool through stamina training. However, there is no downside to using his blades, or other melee weapons, other than his arms getting sore from prolonged use.

Reason why they want to be a hero/bio: Ever since he was a child, Lucas had always wanted to be a hero and save people, wondering what his quirk would be. Until one day during class, he sneezed. However, it wasn't any ordinary sneeze. As he sneezed, his mouth and nose turned into a laser cannon and blasted a hole through his desk, and about three floors of the school. Since then, the kids would tease him and call him Laser Face, and he hated it. Until one day, one of the kids was almost crushed by a falling rock, and Lucas blasted it away. From then on, he was called Laser Face not in a teasing, taunting way, but an endearing way. Later on he found out how his quirk actually worked, and the possibilities it held, and began training both his body, and practicing his quirk, so he could get into UA, the best academy for people wanting to become heroes, and even though he rarely turned his mouth into a cannon anymore, sticking to his arms mainly, the name Laser Face stuck with him throughout the rest of his school days, until he left for UA.

Favorite hero: Gunhead

Skills: Along with his quirk, Lucas also took martial arts to be able to fight without his quirk as well as better fight with the blades.

[User]
Haley nodded and slowly raised her head to look up at Lucas but she caught Meruem looking at her. She paused briefly then finished lifting her head to look at Lucas. "I-It's fine. B-but can we please change the subject?" She was practically glowing red at this point, as was her usual reaction when boys complemented her on her looks. She had just wished that she could have had some more girls in the class, normally she could just slink off and chat with the other girls to distract herself from the boys. But this class was very small, and was basically all boys.

She looked back down at her paper. She wasn't really happy with just "Don't be skintight latex." So she looked at Lucas' drawing again then back down at her paper. She kind of zoned out as she wrote more details like wanting a green colour pallet and something that looks confident while also not being intimidating or imposing. She wanted it to stand out from a crowd of civilians but not a party of heroes.

She eventually snapped back to reality and looked up at Lucas. "H-how does this look?" She then presented Lucas with the paper wanting to get an opinion on her clothing request.

[Assistant] "Sounds pretty interesting." he said. "One sec." He pulled out a pad of paper and began sketching, first her, then what he imagined her outfit might look like over her, given her specifications. His rendition of her and her outfit were very flattering.

[User]
Meruem Kiryu - @LeamonZest89

It bothered him immensely. The fact that, instead of clarity, Haley had brought confusion along with her. He hated it really. Just that eye contact had reeled him even further down the rabbit hole. In a classroom full of people aiming to be heroes, she was the only one that stood out to him. So he observed her like a kid would a marble, looking for all the kinks, beauty, and intrigue. She was bright red at the moment, her face tinged a special kind of rose. Was it because they had locked eyes?

His frown turned into a crooked smile. He'd have to pick her brain about his dilemma; talk hero stuff with her, and forge this friendly rivalry with bonding sparks instead of searing flames. He reached into his backpack, tore a blank page from his journal, and scribbled on it. So about lunch? I was thinking we go back out to the exams area.

He folded the paper, laid his head on the desk, and dropped it from his grasp. Before it could touch the floor, his Quirk had activated, black filling the white of his eyes and all. He directed it through the legs of the others, some people noticing it, others not so much. Once it reached Haley's leg, it prodded twice before falling by her shoe. If she wondered who it was and looked up out of curiosity, she would see Meruem looking out the windows, a cherub smile on his face.

[Assistant]
Haley looked at the design and was kind of torn on it. The design was great and looked really good, but it would bring attention to her features which she didn't know if she could handle. She was getting enough attention as it was now, with this outfit she would stand out from a crowd for sure. And she wouldn't look that amazing standing next to other heroes, which is exactly what she wanted. She wasn't there to be noticed. She was there to help people. "I like it." she said not revealing the whole truth but not lying either. "It does really hit that mark of noticeable but not to flashy. I'd say hang onto that picture. Then we can compare it to what the designers here at the school come up with." She smiled still a little red, she was touched by Lucas actually drawing the design for her.

She felt a light tap on her leg and looked down to see Meruem's note drop onto her foot. She looked around not knowing who sent it then picked it up. She read it and knew who it was from instantly, she looked at it for a while then looked at Meruem. She then folded up the paper after scribbling a quick Alright, I'll see you there.. She paused What am I doing? she thought she crumpled up the paper then looked back up at Lucas. "You got any plans for lunch?".

[User] "Well, I was thinking maybe you could sent it to them and have them make it based on this, and your description. However, that is up to you, it's your costume." he said, blushing slightly. Then she asked if he had plans for lunch, to which he got redder and said "N-no, I don't have any p-plans for l-lunch."

[Assistant] "Oh I'm sorry to hear that... I was just going to say." Haley covered her mouth noticing Lucas' blush. "Oh gosh I'm sorry did you think I was asking you out for lunch! I was just asking if you had any plans. Because I do. I'm sorry!" Her cheeks instantly died down now feeling more sorry for Lucas then flustered. She feels really bad right now.

[User] "Oh..." he said, looking down. It was as if he had just been sucker punched in the gut. "Well, I hope you have fun..." he said, slowly getting up and walking back to his seat, placing his head on his desk.

[Assistant] Haley wished she worded her sentence differently. She could see the pain in Lucas' movements. "W-we can catch up after school if you want." She said desperately trying to fix her slip up. She really didn't like hurting people, especially emotionally. She smiled at Lucas hoping that this offer of a separate meeting would mend the damage she caused.

[User] He didn't move from his spot, his mind closed off to the world.

[Assistant] Augustus returned to the classroom. He wrote on the note: Signal booster helmet with verigelfunktion and gasmake. Magnetic Boots (Swarmelt Boots) Magnetic Gloves. The uniform should have a streamlined layer. The uniform should be the best from the inside. The uniform should also be able to withstand strong direct cries and thus damage to rededuziehren. A modern communicator should be installed. There should be a belt with belt-bags. Color of the uniform should be black or silver.

[User]
The bell cut off allike the conversation with its screaming rhythm. Xavier waved goodbye to his class as they would be returning only for their standard education afterwards, and had a rather long lunch break to give him time to prepare. So far his class had been rather nice. As he read through their papers he could just imagine them together as the ultimate fighting team, paragons of justice and all things righteous. The ghastly man seemed to glow with joy.
"Eat well, all that exexcise can take it out of the young body"

[Assistant] Haley got up and went over to Meruem and quickly said to him. "I'll probably only be able to talk with you briefly during lunch. Is that alright? I've got some things I need to do." She discreetly looked at Lucas then quickly back to Meruem. She smiled masking her slight feeling of guilt, she managed this very well with almost no sigh of it on her face.

[User] Augustus fetches his mobile phone and asks :„Can you all give me your phone number? So I can open a chat group."

[Assistant] Lucas heard the bell and slumped out of his seat, dragging his feet as he made his way to the cafeteria to get some lunch, sighing.

[User]
Meruem Kiryu - @LeamonZest89

Meruem was excited... kind of. He felt his stomach tilt but it wasn't anything nauseating, mostly a mild discomfort. He worked through it by packing his stuff up rather quickly, his journal tucked deep in his bag. As he stood up he noticed Haley closing in. A charming, welcoming smile blessed his lips. "You ready for lunch?" he asked abruptly before she could get her own words out.

Once she had spoken however, Meruem was noticeably disappointed, if only for a short moment. "Okay, that's cool." He reached into his bag and pulled out a zip-lock bag; inside of it was a banana, thin ham sandwich, and a parcel of grapes. He slid by her. "Let's walk and talk. That way we'll get more words in," he told her, his attention divided between her in Augustus. "Just... Just hold on one moment."

Meruem hurried over to Augustus' desk. "I don't know about everyone else but I'm down for a chat group. Here's my number... just try not to make it perverted," he jested before passing along his number. Afterwards, he returned to Haley and led her out the door, passing by Lucas without much thought. "I'm really happy you decided to go to lunch with me, Haley. This way we can get to know each other better. Plus I have some questions for you."

[Assistant]
Haley nodded to Meruem the turned to Augustus as he asked for the numbers she quickly scribbled down her number then gave it to Augustus. She smiled briefly then started to head out of the classroom pulling her lunch out of her bag. It was just an apple and a ham and cheese sandwich. She took a bite from the apple then looked at Meruem, "So, what are your questions?" She tilted her head as she asked.

After she did briefly look at Lucas and told herself she would get to him soon enough. She had to make sure he was alright, she really didn't wish to have hurt him the way she did.

[User]
@Renny

The man with engines in his body from the race with Meruem stepped towards Augustus. He smiled and smacked him a bit too hard on the back as he leveled himself with the fellow boy and flipped open his phone to reveal his own name and number, being: Baxter Crash and 759-334-1396. He chuckled happily as his phone was connected to the others in his class and he waved to the others. "heh! I'm a fan of this class, No hard to you Mereum, I'm not like these dweebs, I can actually take a hit or two! Anyway, see you guys I'm off to lunch" He responded happily with a bright smile and a puffed out chest before dashing off at incredible speeds.

[Assistant] Lucas sat down, alone, and ate his lunch in silence.


[System]
Age: 87

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Equipment: She still has a stash of credits and a handful of weapons. The weapons would likely be considered antiquated by most standards.

Ability: Localized time manipulation.
-Abilities Strengths: Edith is able to create pockets where time is displaced within a 2 yard radius. As time naturally progresses forward it is easiest to speed it up or slow it down. The limit of which appears to be a factor of 1000. While rolling back time within the displacement is possible she has no cognitive ability to make it happen at will. The single example being the unwitting regression of her own age which was at a much higher rate than any of her other abilities.

To help explain how things would look to our characters please see the hider below.
Inside the Field:
Fast: Things outside the field appear slower. When something enters the field it moves at normal speed.
Slow: Things outside the field appear faster. When something enters the field it moves at normal speed.

Outside the Field:
Fast: Things inside the field appear to move faster. When something exits the field it moves at normal speed.
Slow: Things inside the field appear to move slower. When something exits the field it moves at normal speed.

-Abilities Weaknesses: Only a single area of displacement is possible at a time. If there are multiple targets but they are not close enough to each other then only one will be able to be affected. She is also not immune to the effects should she manage to be in the field at the time. Use of her abilities seems to take a toll on her mind and liberal use requires sleep to recuperate. Overextending can lead her to pass out on the spot.

Personal Skills: Somewhat proficient with firearms, can fashion makeshift explosives, decent with hand to hand, can speak three languages (English, French, and German), and is rather commanding.

Personal Weaknesses: Can be extremely hot headed. While her years in prison has helped mute some of that her new found youth has her itching for action again.

History: In her prime she was the leader of a radical group that originated on Earth. They believed that use of AI would bring about the end of humanity. To be sure they were way out on the edge and would do anything to end use of such things. At first they were tolerated as nothing more than another conspiracy group filled with the paranoid. And for the most part they were right until Edith started riling them up. Just 29 at the time she had plenty of issues. Not the least of which was the mental damage done through use of drugs. Unhinged and unopposed she managed to get a small number to declare war on companies that created AIs.

Several factories were destroyed, some with people still in them. Edith and her group became public enemy number one and a manhunt began which forced them underground. One by one her followers either broke off or were captured. With the authorities getting closer she opted to go off world to Mars. Smuggled in she tried her best to fit in. But even with those breathing down her neck she attempted to destroy another facility. Her attack was thwarted however and she was captured. At 34 she was tried and convicted of multiple accounts of murder, property damage, illegal possession of explosives, and numerous other infractions. It was an open and shut case and it her sentence was life in prison.

When you're already crazy having 43 years mostly to yourself doesn't help. Even at 87 she was looking at 20 to 30 more years in the hole. That's the wonders of modern medicine for you. Even still she didn't have the spunk she once did and the facility was more than enough to keep her contained. On the occasion when a human guard would be by she could either be very friendly or shouting obscenities. Senility had had its way and it looked like she would just wither away in her cell. After the many years it had been and so far away from Earth most of the public didn't even know she was still alive.

And then the unexplainable happened. Up late one night (not that it was easy to tell the time) she drifted off into a stupor. A mutation manifesting her biological clock began to tick backward. Hours past and she went from a 87 year old woman to a youthful 17. How far back she would have gone no one knows because the process was interrupted by alarms and yelling. Abruptly ending the first action of her powers she passed out. When she awoke she was somewhere else. It was still a cell but not one she remembered. Being somewhere else wasn't nearly as alarming as finding herself a teenager again. On top of that she could think clearly again, having reversed the mental scarring of those many years ago. The only visible remnant of her former self was her white hair. Wisdom apparently did mean gray hairs.

[User]
The four-eyes looked away from the teenager. He seemed lost in thought. If one takes the whole possible spectrum of anomalous people, one is bound to meet someone who does not want this new potential. But there was also the other end of the spectrum. He could finally understand the USF, or rather how terrified they were. It was less about finding a mutant who can't be gunned down, and more about what happens if the mutants integrate fully into society. Would normal people become class 2 citizens? Would someone with mind control or just a scary enough ability take over the authorities? Given this, should they really take in any abnormal they run across?

He looked at the group. Eh, it wasn't likely to find something worse than Edith anyway. Or Ryan.

But yes, home. This was a problem for all of them, wasn't it? In a few hours, tonorrow at best, the USF staff may notice he's gone. He absentmindedly put a hand in his pocket and removed a company mobile phone they've given him, looked at it for a moment, then handed it to Ryan. "Here. Smash this please."

[Assistant]
Ryan shrugged as he took the phone and stood on it. "So we're taking kids now?" He sighed, but it would be what Cassie would want to do. He picked up his sister before turning to Edith. "Our handy little helper giving us a map is all good and everything but how do you intend to get across the city. I mean we have a doctor, a kid and an unconscious girl. You're in prison outfits and I'm a statue. We're not exactly discreet in any meaning of the word. You got a secret path to this secret base of yours?" IT was a serious question, the second they stepped out of this alley (Which X3s were probably already heading too) they would be flagged up by dozens of cameras and then be swarmed before he could even swear at anyone for being an idiot.

Though as much as he hated to admit it, Edith seemed to be someone with a plan and someone who could fulfill it. She knew somewhere to go and she already had a little dohickey that at least looked complicated and useful. Though that would be the mystery, and he'd find out sooner or later if it was going to work.

If not, he wasn't going back to prison. Not without a reason anyway, and if they sent people after him he'd be damn sure to give them a reason.

[User]
Edith rolled her eyes a bit. Must she do everything? Taking a moment to run the map through her head she tried to remember where things were. "Secret path? Not exactly, but it is out of sight. Most of the buildings in various areas are connected by access tunnels to move things around. It may not be empty per se but there would be a lot less people. Set off a fire or chemical alarm and people will clear out. Two blocks above ground and we can get to one." While she herself had not made much use of the access tunnels before capture, she made sure to know all about them as an avenue of escape. Right now she might appear to be a trouble making teenager with some nasty plans. Why else know all this stuff?

Holding up the device a bit she waved everyone over. "This is our distraction. When I plug it in we have 30 seconds before it goes off. It should make a mess more than anything once I tweak it. Got it?" Since they were no longer trying to get out of a bunker there wasn't the same need to a large explosion. However the chemicals inside the cells were quite caustic and would prompt authorities to evacuate the area. So in this case a simple rupturing of the casing would do. "Alright, be ready to run." It was quick work and she plugged in the loose wire from earlier. Tossing it back into the alley she took off with the random bunch in tow.

As expected it wasn't long before the makeshift chem grenade blew. It was followed by a couple other small explosions as the left X3s were melted and burned. It was a little work to keep everyone on task. Gawking seemed to be human nature. People had begun to scatter as planned which made their dash less conspicuous. They probably would be spotted, but not before being long gone. Getting down into the access tunnels alarms were already going off as a calm voice directed personnel to evacuate to the nearest exit. For Edith this was almost like old times. Blowing things up, on the run from the Shockers (a term used as getting electrically shocked was a common practice to pacify a suspect), heading back to her hideout. This was her element, the smile on her face was proof enough of that. Glancing back the others didn't seem to be having as much fun. They would need a rest soon, but the edge of the industrial district wasn't that far off. "Just a little further guys and then we can take a break."

[Assistant]
Ryan sighed as the man with whom he was just talking looked away, the near expressionless face seeming distracted instead of giving a reply. Now he knew how his friends must feel when he occasionally zones out. Thinking briefly of his friends, he again hoped that they were ok - uninjured and uncaptured.

The teen girl seemed to be pretty quick to define someone as 'ok in her books'. But he wasn't going to complain about that in the moment. The thing - rock man - seemed to have a minor objection, but he shrugged and accepted the girl's decision. Renat settled for silently watching and listening. It would be a bit of trouble to get to the safe house unnoticed, but this group seemed determined.

The teen then motioned for them to come closer. She brandished a form of hotchpotch device. "This is our distraction. When I plug it in we have 30 seconds before it goes off. It should make a mess more than anything once I tweak it. Got it?"

A bomb?! Maybe this was not the best idea. But I guess it is probably better than getting captured by the U.S.F. As soon as the girl ran, throwing the armed bomb behind her, he was right behind her - his heart pumping. Soon enough, there was an explosion. He briefly glanced back, but did not stop. Despite knowing that they were out of range, he still felt a sense of fear not familiar to him. The explosion was quickly followed by a few smaller ones and the alarm being sounded.

"Just a little further guys and then we can take a break."

I'm now fleeing with what, in the eyes of the U.S.F. is a bunch of criminals... And I don't even know their names... I guess I'll ask when we take a break. Renat followed the girl, who seemed far more confident in herself, praying they'd get to the hideout soon and that he'd eventually be able to safely return home.

[User]
Despite his frail appearance, the four-eyes had no trouble keeping up. But he seemed unfocused, looking to his sides and behind him as if he didn't know where he was. This was true in more than one way - He never explored this part of the settlement before, and also never was a fugitive. He threw the kid a glance - he looked harmless enough, but he also looked like a metaphor for all mutants, lost and wishing to belong. Did they just found a mutant runaway club? How many of those already existed? What do the people caught in the crossfire do? He suddenly remembered his old job, and what he thought was his new job...

The physicist reached a decision. He stopped dead in his tracks when the group stopped behind a corner to check if the coast is clear.

"Okay. I have decided to dedicate myself to this struggle." He said, wondering how many of his new companions were asking themselves why would a normal human follow them.

[Assistant]
Ryan was the one that struggled to keep up. Not due to carrying his sister, no the issue was the actual running. Turns out when you're a giant stone monster running isn't the easiest of activities. Though when he thought about it it did make a bit of sense. Last one to climb into the tunnel he ignored the alarms and the call to evacuate. The distraction worked as advertised, he had to give her that. When they came round a corner the scientist guy stopped, and slowed. Saying one of the wierdest things he had probably ever heard in his entire life. It sounded like something out of a bad Sci Fi TV show. It seemed like a weird time to say something like that, especially with the fact they were being hunted by the most powerful organisation known to man kind and turning into freaks.

"What do you mean this struggle?" He then paused thinking back to everything the man had done, though he couldn't think of anything currently of note. "In fact, who are all you people anyway? Now that we got a moment to think. I don't know why I should be trusting any of you with my sister let alone myself."

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Watcher

"Make or break time."

[User]
Since the group was safe for the moment Edith leaned against a wall to catch her breath. Young though she may be she could stand to work out a little more. Wiping some sweat from her brow she looked up at the group. Well, everyone but Renat. They were pretty close it height. The change in perspective was still an odd one. It surely wouldn't be the last surprise of being a teenager again. Chris announced his decision to join their cause. That was good because if he hadn't then they would have to decide what to do with him. But like Ryan she had her misgivings.

The loosely associated group looked about ready to come apart at the seams. While she probably didn't need help surviving on her own it didn't sound all that appealing. Edith had her fill of solitude for one lifetime. Pushing off from the wall she sighed and stepped into the middle of the group. "Well I have a pretty good reason. I just saved your asses. All of you would be halfway to that bunker of a prison by now thank you very much." SHe placed one hand on her hip and pointed a finger at Chris. "This one may not be the swiftest when it comes to action but he was ordered to take me apart. He refused. He also helped us out finding you back at the prison." She tried to jab Ryan with a finger but it ended up hurting her more than anything.

Huffing she turned away and ran her hands through her hair with frustration. Children, she was leading a bunch of children. Oddly enough the one that might most closely be categorized as a child had yet to complain about anything. He looked scared. He was on the run with a bunch of strangers, one of which made and detonated a bomb. Looking up at the ceiling for a moment the white haired girl eventually stepped forward to talk to Renat. "You doing alright there? Sorry if I scared you with all the commotion. But I had to get us out of there. The name is Edith by the way, if you were wondering."