[System]
Age: 16

Apperance: Ken stands at 5' 10" and weighs about 185 pounds of mostly lean muscle. His skin is pale and his eyes are a bright blue. His wardrobe is generally consists of blue jeans and dark colored hoodies, but underneath his hoodies he tends to wear a variety of colored shirts. He tends to lean towards a lighter colored undershirt, but he isn't opposed to darker colors from time to time.

"Hey, it's life, and I'm just glad to be living it."
Bio:
Ken lived in an upper class family with lower class parents, as they barely cared about him. Of course they fed him and gave him shelter, but showed little emotion towards him. Ken viewed them as robots who were programmed to take care of him until he could do it himself, so he was thankful for the time that they did provide for him. At the age of 16, his spectral scythe power was starting to develop and his parents were quick to send him off to Iziel High School and get him his own small apartment, where he is far away from them. They send him money for food and pay the utility bills for him, but they never visit him at all.

Strangely enough, Ken was always thankful for what he has, something unusual from kids in his situation. He always has been down to earth and tried to ask his parents for very little extra things in life, such as a nice computer, his own TV, or the hottest new gaming console. Before he was sent away, Ken tried to work for these things and buy them with his own money when he was of age to, and he took pride in it.

Ability:
"What this thing? Aw it's nothing... Wanna see me do some tricks with it?"

Ken can summon a spectral Scythe on command. It's handle is about 4 feet in length and it's blade is 1 and a half feet long and 6 inches thick. The scythe is weightless to Ken, but the weapon's force would be equivalent to the force of a scythe of it's size made of lead.

Special Scythe Abilities:
If the Scythe slashes from the brain to the heart of it's target (i.e a downward slash from the head to the heart,) it can rip out the target's soul. While this effect only lasts about 15 seconds at most, this leaves the body slumped and vulnerable for Ken to attack. Ken has only done this once, when he was being robbed on his way home late one night. He didn't attack the body, but the robber fled after having his soul ripped out, scared shitless. "I... I never want to do that again. It was almost like I killed him... And that's not me..."
"Sometimes you gotta just sit back, close your eyes, and just listen, ya know? Maybe you'll find something you didn't know was there."

While he cannot see them, Ken can focus his hearing to hear the spectral world. While he himself cannot talk to them naturally, he can hear what they are saying and will sometime listen to their wandering souls and what they have to say.

[User] Serah smiled slightly at Venin. "Yeah, temperature control. My ability is less obvious unless I want it to be" she tapped her forehead with her index finger twice. "I'm what people call a memory freak. When I want I can retrieve any memory I want to." She smiled softly

[Assistant] Yasmin woke up screaming and went to the music room and to the piano.

[User]
"I don't see why that would be a freak thing, I think that would be cool. How far back do your memories go?" Venin smiled and the ice was nothing but puddles in the floor. He felt much better now that he was talking to a possible friend. It kept his thoughts on her rather than himself.

a huge mess

[Assistant] Yasmin started playing the keyboard in the music room as she sang. (Is that where they are)

[User] "hummmmm..." Serah thought for a little bit. "When I was still in my mother's womb. Yeah, long ago." She laughed slightly and smiled

[Assistant]
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Yasmin giggled at that statement. "Cool, I wish I could remember that much" She smiled

[User]
Ken huffed with relief as he locked his bike at a bike stand. This is the place then, huh?  He was happy that he finally got there. Iziel high... Not bad, not bad at all. He got lost within the twists and turns of the town on his way to school, and he hoped he wasn't to late. He pulled out his phone to check the time.

"Alright, classes shouldn't be going on right now." Ken muttered to himself. "Guess I'll just wander for a bit." He hiked up his backpack and walked around aimlessly for a bit, before finding the music room and hearing the sound of a piano being played. Woah that's top notch! I gotta see this. He made his way to the piano room to see a girl with a tear stained face playing the piano. Ken felt compelled to say something.

"Hey that's... Really pretty." Ken said to the girl. "Where did you learn to play like that?" As he finished his sentence, he glanced over his shoulder to see two others also in the room. A boy, who he would describe as sorta goth-y emo-y and a girl, who he would describe as plain. Still, they seemed cool enough. They also seemed to be enjoying the music like him, but they were more involved with each other.
"You guys enjoying the music too, huh?"

[Assistant] "Hm?" She looked away from Venin towards the newcomer. "I guess. You just arrive?" Serah tilted her head a little as she examined the boy.

[User]
Ken shifted himself towards the girl not playing the piano. He smiled at her and nodded.
"Yeah, got lost in the city on my way here. I thought one too many alleyways were shortcuts."
He shrugged as he said this. "But hey, what can you do, right?"

[Assistant] "I suppose yeah." She smiled slightly, placing her hands in her jean pockets. "I'm Serah, this is Venin and that's Yasmin." She gestured to the other two as she named them.

[User] "Thank you, as Serah said, I am Yasmin, I learned to play the basics in middle school but I taught myself the rest, I also play guitar and flute" She smiled slightly.

[Assistant] "Ken, nice to meet you."  He directed his attention towards Yasmin. "You can really play the piano, yeah? I think it sounds lovely. Wish I could play like that, I have no musical abiliy."

[User] "All you need is practice and a good teacher" She smiled as she started playing a song she had wrote herself. "I write my songs on the piano"

[Assistant] [Color=fff200]"Well I'm tone deaf and can barely keep a rhythm myself, so I think it would be a little harder for me." Ken chuckled. "Besides, can't afford lessons. I don't have a lot of money to myself."

[User] "Middle school had a few weeks free or I wouldn't be playing on the piano, I basically spent 8 years of my life living in the forest" She smiled. She was playing gently.

[Assistant] "Woah, 8 years in the forest?" Ken's curiosity piqued. That fact seemed a like it would hold a fascinating story behind it. "That's an interesting tidbit. Why were you in a forest for that long? Raised by wolves?" Ken added the last part jokingly.

[User] "Nope, raised myself from the age of 8" you could work out that she would be really thin unless she had to eat.

[Assistant] "Wow, that's amazing." Ken said fascinated. "Is being super smart your thing? Cause that's the only way I could imagine that happeneing. Where were your parents when you were born?" Ken had only been here for about 10 minutes, and he already had his mind blown by someone else's power.

[User] Serah listened to them. "Nope. That's not her ability." She spoke up. She went and sat on the sill of the window that had been shattered earlier on.

[Assistant] "They abandoned me when I was a baby and I ran away from the care home at 8, and it is not my ability, the forest provides everything a person like me needs" She smiled slightly.

[User]
a huge mess@carla6677
"Oh, you know her power?" Ken said, looking over to Serah. "What is it?" He then shifted his look back to Yasmin.
"If you don't mind revealing it."

[Assistant]
"Erm, well 3 people know so why not one more, I am a vampire" She smiled slightly towards him.
The music teacher who was sitting at the front of her room lifted her gaze to Yasmin as she said that.

[User] "A real life vampire, huh?" Ken was surprised. He always thought vampires and stuff of the like were just stuff of fiction. But he did go to a school for special kids, so the thought of finding maybe a centaur, werewolf, or vampire wasn't something he should find himself opposed too. "That's cool. Is it just blood sucking and bat transforming, or is there more too it than that?"

[Assistant]
@Im a huge mess
"Well it is blood sucking until you teach yourself the rest of the skills, there is good powers and dark powers and I am learning both, Serah, remember the book, that is what was in it, the good powers" She put her cloak back on and covered her hair.

[User] "Cool, that's pretty awesome. Thanks for sharing," Ken said stepping back to create some room for himself. "I suppose it's polite to show off my power, if you would like to see it."

[Assistant]
"Of course" She smiled and played some mysterious music to go along with it.
The teacher watched as Yasmin was playing.

[User]
Ken laughed at Yasmin's choice of music. He played along with the mysterious choice of music.

"Prepare yourself to be amazed..." Ken said mysteriously, flowing along with the song. "For my incredinle and awesome... super long scythe!"

Ken swung his arms back as if he was holding a scythe and as he swung forward, his spectral scythe appeared. It stopped right before it hit the floor and was at the side of Yasmin's piano bench.
"Whoops, sorry about that. Sometime I misjudge the size if it."

[Assistant]
@Flightless_Soul
"It is okay," She put her hand over her necklace, wondering how Evelyn was doing and if she was still asleep. She smiled. "It is really cool though"

[User]
"Thanks," Ken smiled, making the scythe disappear as he eased up. "I can summon it on command. Made of some sort of weird energy. There's no science behind it, but all that I know is that others say it's hot." Ken noticed Yasmin touching her necklace.
"What's that for? Some kind of magic vampire amulet?"

[Assistant] "Nope, it is from the person I love, they gave it to me when we got together, I gave them something similar" She smiled slightly.

[User]
Aw, well, she's taken.  It was a shame too, Yasmin was cute. It was no big deal to him though. She's probably better off with them anyway. Being able to afford a nice rock like that.
"That's cute," Ken said. "Where are they now?"

[Assistant] "Either asleep, sitting in our dorm or searching for me" She giggled slightly.

[User] Serah watched with interest. "That is pretty cool. All I do is remember stuff" she shrugged slightly as she spoke

[Assistant]
a huge mess
"Remember stuff?" Ken asked, "Like, super memorization? That's kinda cool, useful on tests I imagine."

[User] Yasmin started playing the piano and singing again.

[Assistant]
Venin looked towards Ken and gave a small, smileless wave. He wasn't as uncomfortable as he normally would be. Perhaps Serah was beginning to have an effect on him.
Rather quietly Venin spoke, "It's nice meeting you, Ken. "

[User] "Ah, he speaks!" Ken excalimed. "Nice of you to join the convo. Anyway, while I'm asking Serah, what's your power? Might as well get to know everyone's."

[Assistant] Yasmin kept singing quietly.

[User] "As Serah put it, I can control the temperature, but honestly, I just make things cold," Venin gave a small sigh and looked at the ground. "I could make some snow if you want, I don't understand much of it yet. I've noticed it's mostly emotion-based," he shifted, not sure what to think of Ken, then again, he didn't really know what to think about much of anything. Spending most of your school life trapped in your house does that to a person.

[Assistant] Serah raised an eyebrow slightly, seeing Venin's uncomfortably . "Uh how about we go outside?"

[User]
"Good idea," Venin hopped through the window, not caring about the small pieces of leftover glass. He sat down, frost already forming on the tips of the grass blades closest to him. He covered the wound on his left hand, unpleasant thoughts of Yasmin popping into his mind as she played the piano.

a huge mess @carla6677 @jeroukoo

[Assistant]
Ken followed, eager to find out Venin's power. When left to his own creativity, he imagined it was something like Subzero from Mortal Kombat. It would be cool if, he pulled off some sort of freeze-y fatality thing.  As he daydreamed about this, he noticed the grass blades freezing around him.
"Looks like you're already using it, huh?" Ken said, teasing Vernin. "Well, come on now, make it snow! I wanna get out of school early."


[System]
Harrison John 'Harry' Roosevelt
Age
Seventeen and a half

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Relationship Status
Single

Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
None.
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Likes & Dislikes
Likes:
• Stanley Kubrick's films (which he'll frequently quote, which confuses most)
• The music of The Doors (he'll usually hum Light My Fire when waiting)
• Books in general
• Computers
Dislikes:
• Water (expressed through one of his fears)
• People being quiet for long periods of time/being quiet himself for long periods of time
• Drugs
• Guns

Hobbies
• Writing (from short stories to poetry to novels)
• Partying (throws his own or goes to local ones)
• Gaming (frequently plays MMOs)

Habits
• Smokes
• Frequently curses for no reason
• Discusses inappropriate things often
• Plays with hair frequently

Fears
• Scared that his friends will leave him.
• Chronophobia, fear of time (he's scared that he won't get most out of life in the time he's given).
• Zeusophobia, fear of God (he's scared that he'll go to Hell if there is a God, even though he's atheist).
• Hydrophobia, fear of water (he almost drowned when he was seven).
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Personality
• Friendly (to an extent) • Arrogant, sometimes flat out rude • Rather charismatic • Perverted as hell •

Biography
Harry was born and raised in Chicago, going to school there and eventually attending high school. At the age of seven, he had a near death experience when he almost drowned while swimming, and he came out of it with hydrophobia. Anyhow, throughout elementary and middle school, Harry was bullied and became a social outcast until his sophomore year. It was then that he met most of the others in the group, and started to socialize more. As he hung out more with the group, his personality grew. He began to think he was better than most other people, even his friends, but still proved to be a good guy to hang around. Even if they don't want him around, the group is just stuck with him now...
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Relationships Between Friends
• Quinn Kathleen Bedford
• "Nice girl... Nice hooters, too."
• Harry, being the pervert that he is, couldn't take his eyes off Quinn when he met her. She could most likely easily tell he was undressing her with his eyes, and she, presumably, didn't like that. Quinn probably doesn't really like Harry much, but Harry loves Quinn, for the same reason he couldn't keep his eyes off her. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Sean Anthony Bale
• "He's an alright guy, not much else."
• Harry read some of Sean's lyrics one day, and the two continued to bond over writing. Although he never understood songwriting, even though it's quite similar to poetry, he and Sean bonded over the passion and the effort it takes to write. Harry does think that Sean clings to Booker a lot, but dismisses it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Booker Alphonse Sharp
• "The only thing that stands between me and Quinn... Damn him."
• While he is friends with Booker, Harry doesn't like him as much as the rest of the group, mainly due to the fact that he's Quinn's boyfriend. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Amelia 'Amy' Hess
• "Not as good as dear old Quinn... But I still like her."
• As with Quinn, Harry pervs over Amelia as well. Though he knows that neither will take him, he finds enjoyment in doing it. (more TBA as the RP goes on)
• Ryan Ander Shaw
• "A fellow writer, I enjoy his company."
• Harry, mainly due to Ryan also enjoying writing, tried to be his friend when they met. They became good friends, even collaborating a few times to write things together. Beyond writing, Harry also enjoys talking with Ryan. (more TBA as the RP goes on)

[User]
June 12th, 2016 9:00am

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"I'll be fine. I'll call you." Quinn glanced at her parents over the rolled down window with her bright grayish blue eyes. "I promise." she gave a cheerful smile as her father leaned in and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "Have fun and be safe kiddo, we'll see you in a week and we better hear from you tonight." Giving a small wave from the steering wheel, Quinn pulled out from the driveway with her parent's mini van. It wasn't the coolest ride, but it would fit everyone comfortably for the long trip they had in store.

After picking up all her friends, the adventure began. Several bathroom breaks, changing of drivers, and crying with laughter as they debated whether it was a stunk they smelled or a loose fart of one of the people in the car- the group was having a wonderful time traveling up north and enjoying the open road.

June 12th, 2016 6:45pm

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A little over nine hours into their journey, the group arrived at the Lost Lake Lodge with a still bright sun in the sky, and very hungry stomachs. Pulling into a parking spot, the group got out and made their way into the lobby to check in. They decided it'd be best to just eat at the little restaurant inside the lounge that night, and start cooking some of their meals for the rest of the week starting tomorrow morning.

After grabbing a meal, the group got back to the car to start lugging all their supplies deep into the woods to find their campsite. Even though they weren't very far from the lodge, the darkening sky and heavy wooded area did set a bit of an eerie mood. Laying out the two tents, they decided to split the girls and boys up during the trip, placing them right next to one another. The boys were going to be in the larger yellow tent and the girls in a small grey tent. Near by a fire pit with six folding chairs was not too far from the tents. Exhausting as it was, the group was all settled in and happy that the trip had been safe, and that they had finally arrived- they had been talking about this since the beginning of senior year and had been planning and re-planning for weeks on end.

As one of the boys started up the fire, Quinn dug around in their food supply, "S'mores anyone?" she sang out in a playful and excited tone, opening up the bag of marshmallows and popping one into her mouth. She opened some of the other supplies for the delicious campfire treat and passed them around, including long roasting sticks that she put on her several lists and made sure to bring with. The night was winding down for the long day, but it was only the start of a week of fun for the group of friends.

[Assistant] Harry smiled, rather creepily might I add, as he took the supplies from Quinn. While she moved on to the next person, he looked at her behind only to turn away a moment later. Wouldn't be good to get punched by Booker on the first day of the trip, especially considering that a black eye could demolish his already low chance to get a girl. He stuck a marshmallow on the roasting stick, then stuck it near the fire, rotating it to toast it evenly on all sides (do marshmallows have sides? Hell if I know). As he did this, he looked at the other members of the group. "So, there anything to do here other than sit around?" Strangely, although he was born in Chicago and never left, his voice had a hint of cockney in it.

[User]
The previous night...
"Alright, I've got some food in the tupperware in the fridge for you. Don't forget to eat it on the right time and...-"

The boy watched with a tired expression, as his sister scrambled around the kitchen showing him the various foods within the fridge and cupboards as if he had never lived in his own home before. However, he didn't bother commenting, instead, he let the girl fret as she listed out the items and when they should be eaten and how they should be eaten.

"-id you get all that?" The sister turned around to face her brother, and Nate would've laughed at the way Amy's face scrunched up if he hadn't known what was going to happen next.

"Nate! You need to listen to me," Amy sighed, leaning towards the counter in front of him tiredly, "I'm going to be gone a week and you're going to be all alone-"

"I've still got mum and dad." Nate reminded her.

"Yes, you have mum and dad," she gave him a pointed look, "but what if something happens to them? You still need to take care of yourself regardless."

"You're only going for a week! C'mon, loosen up!" Nate pouted, sliding off of his seat as he followed his sister to her room. "You're going to end up being a sourpuss!"

"Ha ha." Amy scrunched her face again, and Nate laughed as he launched himself onto her previously made bed. "Hey! Careful!"

"Sourpuss!"

"Shut up!"

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Now...
Sitting on the other side of Quinn, Amy waited for everyone else to grab the snacks first before she took a marshmellow and a stick. "Thanks," she gave Quinn a bright smile and a nod, and she began sticking the marshmellow onto the stick before directing it towards the fire, leaving enough space between her stick and the fire. "We could try with the cheesy old scary stories 'round the campfire." Amy suggested as a joke.

[Assistant]
6:30 AM

Gathering his supplies and re-rolling his sleeping bag, Booker was making sure he had everything he needed for his trip. "Sleeping bag...check. Clothes that will last me a week and extra...check. Insect repellent...check. Personal hygiene supplies...check. where's my football....damn!"

Coming down the hall with a cup of coffee in his hand, Uncle Virgil came to check up on Booker. Standing at the doorway, leaning on it, he took a sip. "You got everything you need?" he asked. Booker was looking through his closet, throwing his things on the floor "I would have everything if I can find my- nope never mind, found it." grabbing his football. "Yeah I'm good Unk."

Virgil looked on "I know you and your friends wanted to have a good getaway but i want you on your best behavior, okay? Not only being with Quinn but not getting yourself into trouble." Booker looked at him bewildered "Unk...I'll be fine...". Virgil stood up off the door frame and walked into the room feeling Booker wasn't taking him serious. "I'm serious, boy. I don't want you being easily provoked and loosing your cool because of someone being ignorant and spouting words at you. I don't need to be searching for dead bodies in the woods."

Booker looked back over "Uncle Virge, I'm gonna be cool. It's a vacation and these are my friends. I'm sure there's nothing I can't handle on my own out in the woods. You don't have to worry, ok?" With a stern look on his face, Virgil nodded taking his nephew's word for it. "Okay...well you be careful and enjoy yourself. But you call me when you get there alright?" Booker nodded to reassure him that he'd call.

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now

Booker was fiddling with the campfire trying to keep it going, adding wood and pine cones. "Thank God for lighter fluid and matches..." he said satisfied with the fire. Hearing Quinn asking if anyone wanted S'mores, Booker looked over at Quinn, switching his eyes over at Harry, who was looking away. Booker stood up and walked over, grabbing a marshmellow and placing his on a stick so to hear it up. Hearing the question that Harry said and Amy, mentioning the ghost stories thing, Booker thought for a moment, sitting next to Quinn.

"Hmm...we could play night time hide and seek, I can put on some music, um...-" According to what he heard about the area they were staying, there was a lake not far from them and they could go for a night swim but...he felt that would be asking for trouble. So...he kept his idea to himself unless someone else knows about it and mentions it.

[User]
9:30 AM
"Did you remember the charger? You always forget it." Sean's mother was standing in her normal pose, leaning towards his doorframe slightly with her arms crossed. Perfect for someone trying to act determined but still casual.

"Yes, mom. I got it right here." Sean opened one of the duffel bag's compartments and dug around, but with no luck. He closed it and looked in another where he finally found it and showed it to his mother as proof. Not impressed, her mother straighten her pose, meaning she was starting to get worried. And since it had taken Sean a while to convince her to even go on this trip, this was not good.

Sean grabbed some last, random items chaotically scattered in his untidy room and, with force, pushed it in his bag. He quickly hurried over to his mother, gave her a kiss and squeezed his way through. She turned around. "You know, I keep telling you to make a checklist so you don't forget anything."
Sean smiled reassuringly at his mother. "And I keep telling you, It's just a week. Everything a human needs is food and water, right? And we got both, so I'll be fine." His mother looked worried as Sean happily dissapeared out the door to the car waiting outside.

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Now
After using the long roasting stick Quinn handed him as a sword in an imaginary fencing match (he won), he sat down close to Booker. While listening to Amy's suggestion, Sean was already filled with enthusiasm. After nine hours in a car, he could almost do anything as long as something happened. He had barely begun toasting his first marshmallow and already he was getting restless. When Booker suggested hide and seek, Sean was about to open his mouth to answer when Harry offered a suggestion of his own. Despite rejecting Booker's idea which Sean actually liked, Harry's wasn't that bad either and Sean wondered why the group hadn't discussed if booze would be a part of the trip or not. Since not everyone enjoyed drinking and partying as much as the others, one would think it would have come up during the planning.

"Well, I didn't bring any. How about you guys?" Sean looked to the others.

[Assistant] "Hide and seek?" Harry asks, looking at Booker. "What are we, four?" He pauses for a moment, before asking: "Does anyone have any booze? We could get wasted and," he pervily looks at Quinn and Amelia, "anything could happen... Heheheh. If we don't have any booze, then I don't think that there's much of a point to this vacation; I mean, why would high school kids like us go out into the middle of the woods if we're not going to party and drink alcohol, am I right?" While waiting for an answer, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it.


[System]
Appearance:
Age: 18
Devil Fruit: Inu Inu no Mi Model: Fenrir
Role: First Mate
Techniques:
Raging Wolf- This is what he calls his primary fighting style basically combining martial arts with the claws and a fangs granted by his fruit.He fights very much like an animal.
Hell Claw- Crouches to build momentum and lunges forth with his claws
Wild Howl- Using his massive lungs granted by the fruit he takes in large breath and then releases it as large bast of compressed air.
Devour- Used in his full beast form where he'll attempt to eat his opponent whole.
Size Manipulation- The secondary ability of the fruit allows him to manipulate the size of his beast forms to an extent. He mostly uses to shrink down given how large the actual transformations are.

Personality: Normally lazy and low energy he normally doesn't like to do much. He is very much a sleeping lion however going from lazy to enraged extremely fast should anyone manage to set him off, namely insulting or threatening the crew. He's also very violent when in a battle, he doesn't really know how to hold back because of the bestial urges caused by his devil fruit.
History: WIP
Other:

[User] Steadman was listening to the little conversation the rest were having and gasped. "Posing? Butcher? They're going to poison Adam?" Clara was shocked at Simona's glee of poisoning her husband. "Hey if it makes you feel any better I can deal with this." Said Steadman determinedly. He marched over to Simona, and balled his fists. "Nobody is poisoning anybody! Have a problem with that? File it to the complaints department." He gestured to an open gutter. "Yeah, I said poison. I said 'anymore of this conversation will poison my brain.'" He pointed at her, his eyes full of false authority. "Don't get any idea's, or next time you break a limb, I'll break the other ones for you. Clear on the sweetheart?" He smiled, his wicked smile. @TalijaKey

[Assistant] Conan rolled his eyes at both of them. "Why would you even mention poison? You know how she gets." Man he needed a nap after dealing with this. With another annoyed grunt he decided on a plan to hopefully bring the situation to a satisfying end. Turning to the woman named Clara his voice took on its ever rare authoritative tone. "Unfortunately ma'am your husband poses a threat to one of our crew and as long as he's out there plotting to kill said member I can't very well continue to let him cause problems for us." He pointed to Simona. "So next time he shows his face, I'm going to let Simmy here poison him, or I'll eat him." Transforming his teeth into fangs to accentuate the point." Whichever happens to come first. So I offer you one alternative: you cease messing around with our fool of doctor; which is what started this whole situation in the first place, and go tell your husband to give up on his quest for vengeance because if he crosses our path again he dies regardless of what our doctor says."

[User]
Sia scoffed at the girl's comment about her being married "Me? Married? Never." The thought of Sia being married to someone was enough to make the other girl laugh even if she would love to see her happy for once. As the conversation shifted, she overheard them talking about poisoning the butcher, and they even went so far as to warn the wife. The girl had never liked the wife due to her promiscuous nature of shacking up with everyone behind the butcher's back, but she was on good terms with the butcher, which is she had no problem coming to his defense. "Hey, hey, hey, no one is poisoning or eating anyone" She said was she walked over to the wife and Conan.

@Talijakey

[Assistant] Steadman glared as Conan said that they would kill him. "Why you little! He was only after me!" He muttered, wishing he had tonnes TNT, so he could blow up everything. Then he heard Sia say "Hey, hey, hey, no one is poisoning or eating anyone." He grinned and mouthed "Cheers m'dear." He turned to Conan and said. "Listen, I know you're tired and whatnot, but hear me out. It's my battle, and don't worry we're just friends. Plus I can handle that guy. No need to sweat! The only one on the same page as me is her," he pointed to Sia "and I just met her. We've known each other for quite a bit and we aren't even in the same book! So, peace?" He held out his and and furrowed his brow. @Drakeonis

[User]
Simona claimed down, it was just a misused word nothing more. But she did nodded at the first mate order or promise of the next meeting they would have. It was amusing to Simona how the Doc tried to lecture her, she planned to kill the guy just make him lock himself in the bathroom for a week. She grinned at the lecturing Doctor but felt she had to point something out.

''My darling, what kind of pirate would we be if we do not make it clear that attempting to kill a crew member and friend of us will draw the whole pirate group wrath on the responsible. In this situation our friend the butcher. I think knowing that is essential. Our captain would not be pleased if someone cuts you up. So you better make sure you can handle it~ '' Simona hummed looking at the butchers wife. ''And she is still checking out your rear Steadman.''@Erklings25@Leda@Drakeonis

[Assistant] Steadman laughed and put his arm around Clara. "No sweat! I know one way to deal with him." He smiled darkly, and turned his head. "Speak of the devil. Here comes our good friend Adam the butcher." As it seems he had come looking for his wife. He smoothly let go of Clara and spun her around to face him. "No, no no! I told you once, I told you twice! I will not make you cheat on your husband!" This was his plan all along, make it seem like she was trying to date him, in front of Adam. "Oh Lord, it's you! She's at it again Adam she is a seductress, and I fell under her spell! I never want to see her again!" He said running over to Adam, who grabbed Clara by the wrists and dragged her away, smiling at Steadman. As soon as her was gone he turned back to the rest of the group. "How to deal with a crazy butcher 101." He said triumphantly. He walked over to Simona and asked quietly "Was she really looking at my, you know, behind?" @TalijaKey

[User] Conan yawned again looking at Steadman's odd plan unfold. He got even more tired just watching the foolish plan work. At least he didn't have to worry about having to kill the butcher now. That would've been tiresome work. "You're exhausting Steadman." He turned to Sia next." I suggest you talk to your friend the butcher about his wife seeing as she almost got him into trouble today." He shut his eyes and leaned lazilly against a nearby wall. "I'm going to need a long nap after this." He muttered to no one in particular.

[Assistant] Angelo looked at what had happened recently and in all honesty he had a hard time keeping up unsure of what was going on with their arm wrestling then with Oliver Angelo was just lost.  okay im done! don't care what happens at this point but im not doing it sober! Angelo called out to anyone who would listen as he took his lunch box and left looking for the nearest bar to get drunk and maybe hustle a few coins from...

[User] Luke sat smugly at a bar eating a sandwich. It tasted so not only because it was free food but it was so good because of the entertainment. Outside there was the clueless marine hunting down a pirate for his wallet. Little did he know the pirate he was chasing did not steal but Luke who disguised himself as the pirate. After returning the jacket to the pirate he was being chased by he took the pirates meal in the bar. "Gee life is good." Luke said aloud.

[Assistant] Steadman suddenly had a flash of inspiration. This time, it was not for some perverse reason. No, not this time, now it was purely economical. "Sia," he said, screwing his eyes shut, "are you okay, with your current occupation? I was just thinking. Conan," he asked "we should be in need of a shipwright, yes? Cause; we have one right here!" Who am I kidding? He was mainly aksing so he could work with another cute girl. Not that he was going off Simona, but Sia could also be useful. Even thought he would stand by his being-a-shipwirght-is-a-mans-job outlook. @Drakeonis @Leda

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Simona nodded to the Doc.''Yes she was ogling your rear darling.'' She pushed her glasses up, they should really get going, she could hear some shouting not too far from them. Supplies didnt buy them self. Or carried them self either. Before she could suggest the boys to help her carry things Steadman invited Sia to the crew.

Simona tilted her head giving a look over the girl, complimenting on the idea. '' I am for it, she looks like she will be easy to cook for. I mean we already got a stowaway as a new member. At least we know this woman name before she goes comfortable on our ship. ''

The shouting got louder and four marine dressed people walked out from the corner. One of the marine soldiers spoke. ''Adam said the pirates are somewhere around the port. '' Simona looked away from the group of marines that was barely 10m away from them.

''Sia you dont have a back door to this place?'' Simona asked silently pulling Conan closer to herself and the girl. @Erklings25@Leda@Drakeonis

[Assistant] Angelo groaned a little as he showed up at a bar moving through the area easily regardless of what debris or person was in the way. Once Angelo finally got to the bar he sat on the stool and tapped the bar table and the bartender knew what it meant as he made a nice one and he slid it down to Angelo as he drank it. One good thing about being a pirate was that he was able to try many types or ale's and this one would rank at around a 4 maybe a 5 at best. Not the best but it will get the job done as Angelo kept tapping the table to order more and by the time he realized it he already drank down 6 mugs of the stuff, not nearly enough to get him drunk though...

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Conan looked at Steadman skeptically. "Why do I feel like you have ulterior motives for this?" He looked at Sia quickly. "I don't care she can if she wants. I don't see Cap'n saying no to anyone wanting to join our merry band of misfits and strays." He said in a tired voice.

Conan woke right up when he heard the sounds of marines. "Now I'm wishing i did kill that butcher." The fact that Steadman's problem had gotten marine attention had turned his mild annoyance into a brewing rage. He would take on the marine's himself in this state. Simona's grip on him was the only thing that barely kept him from losing his head. "We need to go now."

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"My current position?" Sia had never really thought something like that before. As long as she could be where people admired her work, she was happy. Before she could give her answer, she was cut short by a group of marines looking for pirates. "Quickly in here, you can hide in one of the ships until they're gone" Izumi quietly shouted to avoid gaining their attention.

Sia quickly snapped out of her deep thought when she heard the girl tell them they could hide in one of the ships. "Like hell they can." All of this commotion reminded the girl that she still had not finished working on that ship, and the thought of anyone being on it before it was finished drove her crazy. "Sia come on, we can't just let them get caught, besides you said you were almost finished." The girl sighed begrudgingly "fine you guys can hide there until the Marines are gone, but mess up my ship, and I'll have your heads to use as masts, got it?"

[User] Luke continued to enjoy his mean as he saw some one new sit down. This guy looked like he was pretty drunk and had the money to get more drunk, Perhaps he was another pirate to loot from. Well Luke couldn't exactly let that go to waste now could he. He pulled up a stool next to the stranger. "He who are you."He asked with curiosity.

[Assistant]
There was no back door but Sias friend offered them to hide on the ship that was being repaired. After Sia protested she gave in reluctantly. ''I understand you Sia, I am the same with my kitchen. ''
 Still making sure their first mate doesnt start a fight if it was avoidable she nodded in thanks and dragged him with her. Having faith that Steadman wouldnt do anything stupid, those marines were all guys so nothing to worry about. Once on board Simona peeked up and saw the marine man question the passer by, moving up to the shipwright to ask them if they saw any pirates.

In the cooks mind this was clear, if she keeps quite Simona would make her the biggest portion of what ever her favorite is. If not well, things will get messy. Hopefully their captain will not get angry either way.

[User] "Yeah, yeah. I wont scratch your ship" Conan muttered to Sia before he gritted his teeth as Simona pulled him along into the ship. His slow boiling temper was becoming harder to contain thanks to the influence f his devil fruit, such was the burden of carnivore zoans but his own strong dislike of Marines and his feelings toward Steadman were only making things worse. His teeth turned to fangs unknowingly as he watched the marines approached from inside the ship.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Unlike the majority of Hunters that dwell the broken world of Remnant, Gratia wields two, separate and completely distinct weapons due to her poverty, which has prevented her from obtaining more advanced weaponry. She wields a dull, grey mameluke sabre named Valens, furnished simply with the imprint of her emblem on its hilt. It is utilised alongside her other weapon, an automatic carbine named Valentinian, black and silver and also light enough to be used with one hand.

She also owns an SUV that she acquired from a mafia family after a mission.

Specialty: Capable of dealing with enemies both in close combat and mid-range, Gratia's role on Team VGNB (Vignoble) is to draw the attention of Grimm as she cuts swathes through their ranks in her berserk rage. As such, she is quite the durable warrior, and if time passes, she will only grow stronger as her semblance drains away at the energies of her enemies, making her perfect for her position as the 'tank' of the team.

Semblance: Bibere Vinum - Gratia's lust for battle and power is translated into a semblance that allows her to drain the aura of others in the area in order to strengthen her own physical abilities. In particular, her speed, strength, and endurance. The effects compound over time, and thus while they aren't too noticeable in the first few minutes of combat, the longer one fights her and the closer they are in proximity, the stronger Gratia gets.

Following her conversation with her mother on what it meant to be a Huntress and what she meant to those close to her, Gratia's semblance metamorphosed into a new form, gaining an additional ability based upon her existing powers. Her ability to detect and sometimes recognise other lifeforms in the area has become more powerful, allowing her to inject a tiny portion of her own aura into people upon contact, creating a connection between her and her victim that allows her to track and identify them no matter where they go, and will not be broken unless either of them are dead, or if Gratia wishes it to end. It also provides her basic information on the victim's status, such as their health, mood and general condition.

Personality: At first glance, Gratia appears to be quite a solemn figure, impassive and quiet in the majority of situations. Restraint seems to come easily to her, and there is an aura of professionalism that permeates her every action. It would be obvious, then, to assume that she is a rather serious person, one who devotes her very being to work and believes that everything else is a waste of time. In actuality, this is mostly inaccurate. When she speaks it is generally to insult others, particularly her aggravating teammate Napoli, and her speech is peppered with gratuitous swearing.

She is extremely sarcastic and is quick to point out when a situation does not strike her as favourable. She is also rather arrogant and has a haughty sense of pride that dictates her actions. If someone starts annoying her, her impassive aura is quick to drop and Gratia will instead begin with a spewing out insults. However, she is not entirely horrible, being actually fairly kind to those who she deems as respect worthy and more importantly, not annoying. While she is quiet still, she is more than willing to offer them a helping hand on assignments and other problems.

In addition, Gratia possesses a strong sense of loyalty to her loved ones. If you piss her off or take advantage of her friends she will make your life a living hell. Of course, do what you want to her annoying teammates, especially Napoli, she'll only save them at the last minute when they're about to die. And you're not allowed to kill them. She gets to when they screw up.

When in combat, her normally solemn personality completely disappears, replaced by a crazed bloodlust that seems to consume her entire being (and probably those poor Grimm that she'll murder). In this state, it can be quite surprising to listen to her cackle loudly like a hyena as she terrorises her enemies.

Color: Chartreuse Green (66CD00)

Emblem: Gratia's emblem has a certain religious flair to it, with a solid sabre sitting upon a champagne bottle, which is a chartreuse green to contrast the black and grey of the sabre and background.

Appearance:

Source | NarayanK's Interpretation

Standing at a height of one point seven five metres, Gratia is relatively tall for most girls her age, a trait that is magnified by her rock solid posture. With long, flowing brown-black hair, onyx eyes and a well-defined face (though usually seen bland or scowling), and an athletic build, she can be described as rather attractive (though her compatriot-in-arms would argue the opposite), but few dare comment on her appearance in case she takes offence.

Due to her status as a student from Haven, she dons the snazzy uniform of her "beloved" school when attending class, completely unmodified and always super tidy (it comes at a surprise that to many that she is willing to wear the skirt). When outside of class however, she can always be seen with her signature black turtleneck, brown jeans and her green winter coat, which she is highly possessive of (and possibly willing to murder for, though that's a rumour). As a music aficionado, she frequently wears headphones in order to enjoy her smooth jazz and drown out the incessant chatter of her fellows and her teammates in particular.
Name: Galla Mindaro
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human

Weapon: Steel Construction I-Beam (W18X40)

Specialty: Without needing the use of a semblance, Galla Mindaro possesses a ridiculously immense amount of physical strength, capable of carrying even the heaviest of construction materials with ease. As such, her lightest blows can easily hit as hard as a freight train, sending her targets flying with little effort on her part. Similar to her more infamous older sister, she is incredibly durable, her numerous years of acting as Gratia's training partner having developed her defenses dramatically.

Semblance: Nemo Curat - Galla's apathy and sense of detachment from the world has been translated into a semblance that allows her to essentially detach a part of her own self, preventing it from interacting with the outside world. She can only induce this state in one thing at a time, and if she wishes to stop another part of her self from being observed by reality, she has to first reattach the originally detached part. An example of her semblance in use would be detaching her scent, thereby preventing anybody from smelling her.

Personality: The younger Mindaro sibling possesses a quiet and stoic demeanour, staying impassive in the face of any situation to the extent that one could easily mistake her for a stone statue. Restraint marks her every action, with each lifeless movement utterly lacking in any form of energy or emotion. To Galla, the rest of the world simply isn't important at all, and it is through this lens of utter apathy that she engages with life.

So great is her sense of detachment that absolutely nothing is capable of fazing her. Everything is met with the same bland air, as if there was a distant chasm between her and the rest of the world. She cannot bring herself to care for it, finding little that can stimulate her dulled emotions into responding. At times, it appears as if Galla lacks a presence beyond simply 'existing', seeming more akin to a cardboard cutout than an actual human.

She doesn't see it as a problem in any way.

However, that is not to say that Galla Mindaro is simply an emotionless mannequin that is utterly incapable of being human. The truth is actually the opposite; the younger of the Mindaro sisters is surprisingly empathetic, capable of understanding the feelings, motivations and experiences of other people to a great extent. It does not change her utter lack of interest and care for them, but if the whim were to come to her, she could interact with others with little difficulty.

It is because of this that, despite her eerie detachment, Galla possesses a bond with her family. Although she rarely shows any sign of concern for them, the younger Mindaro acknowledges her parents in their entirety, and it is evident that she respects her older sister in some fashion. She is also not devoid of friends, being able to, even in her bland and uncaring manner, work amicably with a number of her classmates. Whether or not she is a good friend is debatable, especially when she does not exactly care too much for them.

She is also highly observant of her surroundings, whether they be social cues, appearances or the shape of the world. Information is immediately captured and stored in her photographic memory, although much of it fails to affect her in any manner. She holds few opinions on them, but there are times when she does judge, usually through an arbitrary rating system. When taking action, there are also moments where she may seem rather excessive, unaware of whether or not something may be too much.

Galla may or may not have a sense of humour. It's extremely hard to tell.

Color: Chartreuse Yellow (DFFF00)

Emblem: Galla's emblem has traces of religious iconography, with a pitch-black profile of a rooster, one of the holiest animals of the Mistralese Church, imprinted upon a champagne bottle of chartreuse yellow, its brightness a contrast to the colour of the bird.

Appearance:

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Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend [LA GRANDE TERREUR]

Gratia Mindaro did not reply for a second, instead shifting the bundle in her arms slightly into a less uncomfortable position.

Onyx eyes glanced down at the cargo, lingering for the barest of moments, before the flat, empty gaze flickered back up to meet Vitoria's eyes straight on.

"It's unnecessary," was the only reply.

She waited for the elevator to reach the bottom.

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend
Vitoria let out a vicious laugh and nodded. "Suit yourself, mercs are all the same." She said, placing a hand on her own shoulder and massaging it gently. The elevator went silent save for Bianca's irregular breathing, it was seemingly difficult to inhale for the Faunus. Examining their surroundings, the elevator was approximately six and a half feet wide, and nearly ten feet tall. Vitoria, who was directly opposite the doors stood about four feet from them.

The elevator made a noise that Vitoria seemed alerted by. It was a metallic choking noise as the elevator stopped. "What the fuck is all this?" Vitoria said banging once on the door.  "God damn it." She said rubbing the sweat from her forehead once more. Gratia could see that her hand was slightly red from where she had struck the elevator door. "Shit, why the hell did that hurt so much?" She said pulling her phone from her pocket and immediately hitting a single number and holding the phone to her ear. It rang briefly.

 "Elevator's stopped, I think we're here can you override this for me?" She said in a somewhat sweeter tone than expected. Silence filled the air once more as they waited, Vitoria impatiently tapping her foot, sweat pooling on her forehead. They sat there, in the elevator for four minutes until a ding from the elevator ended the silence as the doors screeched open and their surroundings became clear. Vitoria sighed in relief and closed her phone. They were in what appeared to be a parking garage. The ceiling was perhaps ten feet high and the floor, ceiling, and walls were all concrete. One other man awaited Gratia at the end of the parking garage beside a black S.U.V.

Vitoria exited as soon as the doors opened, and turned back to Gratia.  "I'll be coming with you for this ride we aren't headed too far." Vitoria said motioning for Gratia to begin walking towards the car. As she motioned she felt the lower portion of her back where she had kept her knife once more. As Gratia would go to step out of the elevator, Vitoria would step in front of her.  "Girl looks heavy, that turtleneck seems pretty warm." She said wiping the sweat out of her eyes once more.  "Why the fuck am I sweating so much?" She asked Gratia meeting her steely gaze with a psychotic one. She seemed to be tightening the fist of the hand not brandishing her blade in an attempt to regain focus.

VGNB – Shit Hits the Fan

Beryl's swift movement elicited a strange reaction from the elder man. He winked at the girl as she lunged in towards him, his right eye performing the deed. He took two quick steps to the right in order to avoid the lunge, but was surprised by the quick slash that followed. It seemed the tables had been turned as he was barely able to get his own blade in the way of Beryl's causing him to recoil slightly. However, he used the momentum of his recoil to spin around and attempt to sweep Beryl's legs.

She would notice as he spun he stared directly into her soul through her eyes, making eye contact with her while attempting to knock her down to his level. Should Beryl avoid his attack his leg would meet his other and propel him backwards, attempting to create some distance between the two. Moving towards the direction Napoli originally stood.

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Beryl Harken- B- Crazy Old Guy With a Creepy Semblance

Beryl was starting to get a handle on the old guy now. First of all, his semblance was of the more subtle type. Chances were that he had activated it when he first started staring at the otter faunus. Which meant that any of it's nastier effects would start kicking in soon.

Secondly, his power required eye contact. Pretty intense eye contact too. He had yet to completely break off from her once so far.

Third, judging from what she knew of his character there was a very good chance that his semblance would involve taking something from her. Not something that Beryl had any plans to allow.

Plans to counter whatever Demetrei had cooking would have to wait another second or two though, as the old man attempted to sweep her feet out from under her. The teenage hunter lept up and back to avoid the attack, flicking Stream off the knife currently blocking it and hopefully onto a path that would send it's segmented blades slicing across the offending leg as she did so.

And then she activated the first dust charge in her weapon.

Electricity usually did a good job of knocking out the man's goons. Hopefully it would work on the head honcho as well.

[Assistant]
Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend [LA GRANDE TERREUR]

"Must be SARS."

Its contents possibly sarcastic, but the tone ... flat, utterly flat. As if she was reading off of a shopping list.

Gratia's onyx gaze did not recoil from the clear psychosis evident in the other woman's eyes. They continued to watch impassively, unblinkingly.

She shifted the position of the cargo in her arms once more, easing its ability to breathe.

She didn't look at the SUV nor the man beside it.

She didn't look anywhere else.

Her eyes were trained on Vitoria.

She was waiting.


[System]
Age: 18
Magic: Flame God Slayer
Magic Level: B

History: Born and raised on a snowy mountain in a small, nearly isolated village, Rutger and his father were herders responsible for providing a great deal of meat, cheese, and wool to keep the villagers supplied during the harsh winters. As such they had more wealth than many in the small settlement; not nearly enough to be considered rich, but enough to afford a few more small luxuries--such as books. Rutger adored books, and whenever the odd peddlar braved the dangers of the mountain and brought their wares to the village square, Rutger would beg his father for enough money to buy every book he could. His parents easily relented; after all, knowledge was power.

Little did they know the power their son would gain.

One day, the peddlar brought a pile of books they had collected from all corners of Fiore, and Rutger bought them all. Among them was a book with a strange cover, blackened and dusty with the appearance and texture of charcoal. Rutger originally found, when he opened this book, that it was written in such an old dialect as to be neary indecipherable, a throwback to the days when Fiore was instead known by another name: Ishgal. He struggled to translate it so that he could read it, using other books as resources, but even then the contents simply seemed to squirm before his eyes. During a particularly cold storm, Rutger read next to the fireplace, as he usually did. Once again he was trying to decipher the book. He cried out in sudden despair when an ember popped from the fire and landed on one of the pages...but the book did not burn.

Instead, the letters within began to glow, and a warmth spread through Rutger as he watched in fascination. He felt something within him being pulled out, and the book reacted to it. From this reaction, the letters shifted, and became readable. Though Rutger did not know it, it was not only the flame that had changed the book. Within him, as within roughly 20% of Fiore's population, was the potential for magic, and the book had reacted to it, choosing him as its new owner.

He became obsessed with the book, poring over its contents day after day. He began to practice the magic in secret, his curiosity overcoming the risks and the possibility of being ridiculed by his family or the other villagers. It was here, however, that he learned just why magic was so feared.

Black flames threatened to consume the village, and Rutger could not stop them. The only fortune to be had that day was when the heat melted part of the snow on the mountainside and caused an avalanche that managed to put out the flames, though many villagers were trapped in their homes until they could be dug free. Because of Rutger's magic, he had almost destroyed everything and everyone he had ever loved. The villagers began to treat him with fear and disdain, and his family decided it would be for the best to send him away. Rutger left the snowy village in the dead of night, keeping himself warm with his power, a blessing and a curse.

Knowing he had to find someone to help him control his abilities, he headed for the Mage Guilds...

Personality: Deeply unsettled by the events of his life, Rutger is often gloomy, but when his heart finally begins to open up, traces of an imaginative, curious, and energetic youth can be seen.

Team Members: N/A
Three Strengths: * Fount of Knowledge - Rutger is widely read in a variety of subjects, and thus knows a great deal about many things.
* Steel Trap Memory - Rutger doesn't have a photographic memory, but it's a good one nonetheless, especially if it's something he's read.
* Analytical Mind - Rutger's great at discovering and putting together clues to deduce possible answers, though some of his predictions are based on "genre-savviness" rather than realism.

Three Weaknesses: * Self Control - Rutger is still new to his magic, and has a great deal of trouble controlling it, making him dangerous in flammable areas, tight spaces, or when allies are crowded around him.
* Fear - Rutger is so afraid of hurting people he cares about with his magic that it severely weakens his spells and abilities.
* Passiveness - Rutger isn't often one to take initiative on his own, and he's stopped taking as many risks. He often tries to think of excuses to justify this to himself, and in the process is his own worst critique, creating mental blockages that can keep him from doing what's necessary out of fear of failure.

Greatest Love: Reading
Motivation: Learning to control his magic

Appearance:

Rutger stands at 5 feet 10 inches and weighs around a hundred and seventy pounds, with a bit of tone from working with animals and living in a harsh environment, but not so much like a weight lifter. He has dark red, almost auburn hair that spikes sort of to the right, with a cowlick on the left and slightly back. His eyes are golden amber, and he wears a long sleeved black wool shirt under a thick blue, denim-like jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and heavy brown leather gloves lined with white wool. His pants are dark gray in color and his boots are made in the same style as his gloves. A black leather belt with a silver, square buckle holds two leather pouches, one on the side of his left hip and the other on the back of his waist. The last item of clothing he wears is a bright red woolen scarf sewn with double layers for extra warmth; this particular item was a gift from his mother before he left, and he tends to wear it all the time to remind himself of his family even if he changes the rest of his outfit.

Additional Details: Always has at least one book on hand.

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Joshua

 The last thing Joshua expected to happen while waiting to see what was next in Beatrix's bag of tricks was to be teleported randomly. When said teleporting did occur, he couldn't help but dislike the rapid change of weightlessness, nothing, then the return of gravity when the scenery around him changed. Cursing, he looked around, staying calm, since panicking would do him no favors here. However, it seemed like not everyone could keep calm. It sounded like Sasha and he let out a sigh before rushing in the direction of her voice, finding her shortly after Lazarus. Deciding to say nothing he approached but stopped short and waited.

Amelia

Like Joshua, Amelia hated the sensation of teleporting. Seeing as she had been sitting at the bar when the teleportation happened, she appeared a few inches off the ground and landed on her butt after a small delay. Groaning, she stood up and looked around, stopping Jarvis. Guessing she could trust him, she walked over.
"Hello sir." She said.

[Assistant]
sasha

Sasha let out a slow breath when she saw Lazarus. He was okay. She had been worried that the lack of magic might be bad for him, but it didn't appear to be. She smiled, "I was worried. I'm glad you are safe" she said, checking him over for any injuries "the lack of magic is unnerving" she said softly, but frowned softly. It was there, faint, very faint, but there. Magic. She looked back to Lazarus, knowing it was probably selfish, but glad he was there, that she wasn't here alone.

At the sound of footsteps, she looked up, saw Joshua, and felt guilty. Where was Amelia? Had she come here too, jarvis? That woman? How were they going to get ho-her thoughts were interrupted by an oddly familiar voice.

"what are you lot doing?" they asked, sasha looking towards the voice. The person appeared to be wearing some sort of mask, as well as some sort of dress or clock that covered their entire body. With the Phoenix wing mark on them.

"master Jamie?" sasha said in shock

"of course, why are you wearing those clothes?"

Sasha looked down at herself, but her clothes were her normal clothes. She looked back up. Was this the Edolas Jamie? "um. I'm not the sasha you are looking for"
Penny

Penny followed Karn out, encouraging some people to step back, away from the building, away from any harm "please move back, Masahiko will have a statement for tonight's events, but you are safe." she called out, nudging a child back, who was watching her with wide eyes.

"Phoenix wing is here, helping Masahiko with these events. Again, he will make a statement later. Please step back, and either return to your homes or go about your business. There is nothing to see here"
master Jamie

Jamie frowned, studying Masahiko, "you should be careful with histriy, Masahiko. Some things from history are dangerous. I'll go do a sweep and see if there is still people in here. Mayt!" she looked over to Mayt"stay here, in case there is more danger"
jarvis
"are you alright? I have introduced myself. I'm jarvis" he said, wondering where the rest of those in the guild hall where, as looking about for them

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The tan woman frowned when Jarvis threatened her. "Really?" she said first, remaining seated. "Maybe you'll rethink your life once I... Break your jaw!" She jumped up out of her chair, spinning her body around to deliver a roundhouse kick to the older man before her. Mid-attack a bright light flashed from across the room and everything warped around her. When her vision returned, Beatrix found that she was flying through the air with nothing in front of her.

She landed on the ground and started looking around. "What did he just do?" she said aloud, examining her surroundings. She was somewhere moderately forested, rather than the half-destroyed Guild Hall before. On top of the change of scenery, all the other people that were in the room were nowhere to be seen. "Did they teleport me away?" Beatrix looked towards the sky, deciding she was going to fly around. However, nothing happened and she was merely staring at the sky.

"What the...?" She looked down at her legs, noticing a distinct lack of Drill Magic. She lifted her right hand up and clenched a fist, but still nothing happened. She couldn't use her magic. Beatrix lowered her hand and looked forward. "Where the hell am I?" She started walking forward, figuring she had no idea which direction she should be going anyway. Beating up the mages could wait. She had to find out where she was first, and how to get her magic back.

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Grane
Location: Magic Council's Aquifer Cavern

After the guild members arriving and dealing their series of attacks on Grane leading to James slamming him to the ground, he was at his point. "Maddox! You might of asked for this duel, but it has yet to end and your members have already decided to disturb the agreement that was between us. For that, I must withdraw our duel so I can finish your ignorant comrades foolish behavior. Nullify!" Within that instance, every magical beings and objects lost their ability to use magic within the cavern, except Grane. "Now, let me end what you all started. Grane's mouth slowly opened as his flames began to rise out and his entire body encased in the same flames. "Brilliant blue flames, EXPLOSIONS!" As he faced down, stream of blue flames shot straight out of his mouth and towards the ground. The flames quickly spread across the ground with explosions of flames being left behind in its path.

Wes
Location: Magic Council's Underground Sealed Chambers

"Ignore him Sayrui, there's no point in talking to him right now. We're only wasting our breath by doing so." Wes said as he stood beside the door, ready to close once Sayrui walked out. "Girl, I wouldn't call it a loss if... I'm still here with my breath still coming out." Said the voice that sounded like it was trying to catch it its breath "Sealing me here is just prolonging the eventually conclusion that was rudely interrupted by that liza-. Interrupted again by its own sickly cough, it tried to finish. Just you wait, because that fact of yours may just become true at some point. And I will show you what happen to those who talk like that to me.

[User]
[James]

James, his armor, shield and sword gone, dove to the right and then lunged back towards the door, out of the path of the attack. If he could clear the magic nullification zone, he could give them some support, in the form of both ranged attacks and support spells.

[Damian]

While James dove out of harms way, Damian found himself reliving an old battle he'd had with a rogue wizard in his early teens, when his father's unit had been dispatched to capture the man. Leaping as high as he could, he barely managed to clear the explosion, though it gave him a little extra height than he'd anticipated. Coming down and landing in a combat roll, he comes up and delivers an open handed palm strike to Grane's sternum, stumbling him once again. "I don't need magic to fight. And Maddox may be a senior member, but he had no right to fight alone on behalf of Phoenix Wing. We're a family and we fight together." Moving in again, he delivers a series of quick jabs and punches to Grane's abdomen and finishes with a round house kick aimed at his snout. "And before you ask, I am it's Blade."

[Assistant]
East Forest
Rutger Artz
Leaves and twigs crunched underfoot as the traveler made his way at a steady yet swift pace. Under the hood of his dark brown traveling cloak, a drop of sweat made its way down his cheek to the tip of his chin, hanging there in quivering anticipation. He felt much the same, coming so close to his goal. He could see the light of open space up ahead through the weaving of tree and brush and vine. The drop of perspiration fell and another took its place, but this one he wiped away with the back of his glove. He hadn't expected it to be so warm. Compared to his home, it was practically a sauna out here. He took a deep breath, and muttered something.

Steam, tinged at the edges with something dark colored, hissed as it sprayed from the pores of his skin, venting excess heat much faster than sweating ever could. The slight breeze the geysers created blew the hood off the traveler's head, revealing spiked red hair and golden-amber eyes. He wrinkled his nose and waved the steam away, walking more quickly to get out of the cloud.

"Only bad thing about that spell is the smell of B.O." he complained, though no one was around to hear him. Or so he thought.

"Ook, ook! Nice smell, where come from!?" A huge creature, apeish in shape but bright green, purple, and pink in color, with a small horn jutting from its oddly shaped head, came lumbering through the forest, causing the traveler to turn in alarm. The beast was known as a Gorian, or a Forest Vulcan, a type of magic beast capable of possessing human bodies. The two beings stared at each other for a moment, until the traveler took one step backwards...and rolled a stick under his heel, falling to his rear.

"Human smell nice! Probably taste nice too!" the Gorian chortled, clapping its hands and jumping up and down. With every landing its massive body made the human bounce on the ground as he tried to get back to his feet. "Me no mind if me do!" The creature reached for him with grasping claws...


[System]
Robert Adler

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bert, Robbie
Age: 48
Birthday: 6th of December
Ethnicity: Caucasian (American-German)
Birth Place: Chicago
Residence: Apartments above Grimaldi
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Majored in Law, Minored in Phychology
Occupation: Insurance fraud investigatior
Languages: English, German

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Appearance
Height: 5ft, 8 inches
Weight: 181 lbs
Build: Chubby
Eyes: Dark grey
Hair: Dark blone, greyening
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style:

Robert rarely dresses to impress others around him, instead going for a low-casual style revolving the fact that his wardrobe isn't the size of The Great Lakes. He usually wears a good fall- and winter jacket of a dark colour, switching between being made of leather or fabric. Underneath he wears a shirt, mostly white or red, and normal blue jeans with weathered dress shoes. What, you think working in insurance gives you buttloads of money just like that? Think again kiddo, only when you're selling it. But Robert does sport a fair enough moustache and beard, so at least that's something.

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Psychology
Determined * Tired * Loyal * Sarcastic * Tough * Biased

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Married to his desk and job
Personality:

Robert is tired. Tired of everything that keeps screwing up in his life. Because it all feels the same, never changing. Robert comes of as a man with little joy in his life most times, and what little joy he has he sure isn't sharing with you. Those he don't know or don't care for, he'll keep conversation short if he can, or sarcastic if he wants to. And as for his work, he's almost gotten used to doubting every case he's on; it's always fraud, always short-term gain. People are funny like that, but he no longer finds the joke amusing.

But he keeps working. Sure he does it because he can't find employment anywhere else, but then again he's good at what he does. Robert's persistant in digging off the dirt of what has happened, and doesn't give up easily once he has his mind set on it. Even if he's tired, he knows he's got a job to do. Same might apply for the few people he knows he can count on out there; the friends who didn't judge him for failing in life, those he's boxing with, the person his heart beats a little bit faster for. He's loyal towards them, afraid of losing them, even if some he can't get. He's a very conflicted man like that.

Habits: Stretching his fingers, arms, neck and such to pop joints, and quietly humming to Genesis.
Hobbies: Boxing, reading crime novels, watching German televison
Fears:
* Claustrophobia
* Leg-Lamps. Lamps made to look like legs. They're terrifying.
* Alcohol withdrawel

Likes:
* Poirot
* Beer
* The end of the week
* Genesis - With Phil Collins, fight me.
* Warm and sunny days
* Easy cases

Dislikes:
* Liars
* His boss
* Mondays
* Pasta
* Winter
* Rain

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:

* Law
* Number-Cracking
* People-Reading
* Research
* Driving (Car)

Combat Skills:

* Boxing
* Pistol
* Endurance
* Throwing
* Stamina

What Is On Your Person:

* Clothing: Dark brown leater jacket, blue jeans, red cotton shirt, brown dress shoes, fall gloves.
* Wallet: Driver's License, 60 $ of cash, Firearm's License, Credit Card, Boxing Club membership card
* Cell Phone, Samsung Galaxy S4
* Car keys
* Notebook and pen
* Apartment keys
* Access card to Insurance Company
* Glock 26
* Spare magazine (10 rounds)
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Residence:

* Laptop
* External computer storage
* Boxing gloves
* 9mm Ammunition (two magazines, 10 rounds each)
* Books on Law and Physcology
* His (unprofessional) collection of Agatha Christie books
* His stereo player from the 90's
* Vinyl collection (including Genesis)
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* 2004 Ford Crown Victoria

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History
What Brings You To The City:

What brings Robert to Chicago isn't perhaps the best way to ask that question, rather "What keeps you in Chicago?" would be better. Robert was born and bred in the streets of Chicago, studied there and got his line-of-work sorted out there. Even if he wanted to leave the city, get away from his old problem-filled life, he was stuck there with his job as an insurance-scam agent. If he can't get a promotion after so many years on the job, what makes him believe it's any easier out there? So it's best for him to stay in Chicago and live his life like he has so far.

Life Before You Moved In:

Robert had a pretty normal childhood and youth, like most kids in 1970's America. Happily married parents with a single child, who worked decent jobs and owned an American-made car that brought the three of them on many a roadtrip across the country, sometimes across the border to Canadia. Robert showed promise as a highschool student, scoring far above average in mathematics and earning him several prices in school competitions. He even proved to be a good pitcher on the school's baseball team, though he had higher ambitions that just being good at sport. After highschool he decided to go to university to become a lawyer. That was surely the way to become as happy and succesful as his parents?

Turns out it wasn't. Robert's achivements in highschool didn't translate well into university, and he soon became just an average student who's life failed to improve as he ended up with a mediocre education in an mediocre economy that didn't mediocre lawyers. And it hit down hard on Robert, becoming the failure compared to his parents. They never openly judged him, but silently he knew what they thought, so it wasn't long before he moved out on his own far away from their prying eyes.

For a few year he didn't get far with his law-degree, instead working odd-jobs and temp-positions here and there. He even picked up boxing as an hobby, became decent in that too. But when he got offered what looked like a good job working in insurance, Robert wasn't in any position to say no. And so he began working as an insurance fraud investigator, digging up the dirt on people trying to get benefits and money they didn't deserve.

For a while that was good enough, proving himself to be a good investigator who could crack the numbers and find out where certain policies didn't add up. Working with people up front and personal proved that he also had a knack for figuring whether they were lying or not. And that was all well and good, until Robert realized he had worked the same job at the same desk in the same building for over 15 years. But he was stuck; he couldn't feasably get another job, not in that economy. So he stuck at the same job.

Life Since You Moved In:

And so life stayed pretty much the same for the coming years. Only thing that changed was that Robert got a gun and learned to shoot once it seemed life in the city was on a downward spiral to Hell, or someplace ever worse. That, and his growing facial hair and belly at the expense for his looks. Now Robert is without his parents, any partner or loved one, and any positive future except when he can retire in...how many years that was he was having trouble solving the math out of, but not for lack of trying.

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Extras
Character Quote: "You'd think people would insure themselves against stupidity or something, but no; they're insured against things that don't happen to the averange American. Only people who actually are smart enough are cheating the system for the money. And that's where I come in."
Theme Song:
Dirty Little Secret: Is secretly deeply in love with someone else in the company, but she doesn't know and is married. He'd do anything for her though.
Anything Else: "It's not a skirt!"

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.

[User]
Riley Ridgeway

Location: Grimm, Indiana, Outside of the Ramada Inn -> Car Rental Place
Skills: N/A

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Riley waved at the receptionist and smiled slightly, as soon as she was out of the building she took a moment to look around, and spotted the car rental place just across the road. "It's just over here." Riley said towards Pyira as she walked across the street looking down the road for a moment. Seeing the haze still over the streets, and sighed a little bit stuffing her hands into her pockets as she walked over into the car rental place's parking lot. Seeing the place was still opened Riley pushed open the door, taking the room in as she held it open for Pyira to get inside next. She spotted the elderly man leaning against the counter doing some kind of cross word puzzle by the looks of it.

She hadn't really filled those out in a really long time, or even looked at the ones that were usually in the newspapers either as she ran a hand through her she remembered that they were pretty boring to her, eyeing the nametag on his shirt seeing his name was Bob. Riley made her way across the room until she leaned herself up against the counter a bit. Getting a better look at his face, he looked really familiar to her but she didn't really know him she remembered his son in a few grades above her. "Hey, uhm Bob right? We are here to pick up a car, Tim came by a few minutes ago said he got a rental car for us the names should be Riley and Pyira by the way." Riley said, she wasn't to sure what was in the cross word puzzle.

[Assistant]
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Priya Khurana

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 Location: Ramada Inn -> Car Rental Place
Skills:N/A

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Priya lightly brushed her nose where the bruise was. "I have make-up for it already, I just didn't bother. There's no reason for it. I think it makes me look tougher and that can be used to my advantage. Or at least garner some sympathy." She followed Riley past the desk and nodded her head in passing to the receptionist. Riley was rather friendly with her. It could be a Midwestern thing vs her New York upbringing, or perhaps Riley had a thing for her. Maybe it was even the hero's complex. Who knew?

Inside the car rental place, they walked over to a busy looking man doing a crossword. She overheard him as Riley spoke to him about their car. She was eager to get back on the road. "I believe the word you are looking for is resurrection." She waited for the man to acknowledge them and proceed with their car, all the while she debated on whether to call her partner or not. He would be meeting up soon.

[User]
 Location: Chicago (Grimaldi Books)
Skills: N/A

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Robert stood leaning against the railing of the stairs, watching the situation that should have happened earlier that day. Caesar was caving in on Adeliade's demands, having slid his cellphone on the counter for her to type in whatever information was needed. Robert himself enjoyed watching the massive man of muscle having to admit some sense of defeat in front of a much smaller lady, though he knew just as well as Adelaide that knowledge was power. He even enjoyed it for himself a bit, holding back his smile from going out into a grin, and just pulling the sides of his smile a bit.

Though he still wanted to go and get his own things sorted out; his and Adelaide's that was. Working with Caesar didn't directly help him determine what had happened in that book store, but he had to wait for Adelaide to finish her business with the Mexican. She was the one holding all the cards, like "Mama" controlling the protagonist in the song with the same name. That's when Robert raised his brows in surprise - Yeah, he couldn't do the whole "Look at me! I can raise one brow as a time! I'm so cool!" thing, so both brows it was - at Adelaide's wording. Though she did have a point. Without trust society wouldn't function as they knew it. Besides, Wentworth couldn't possibly be as bad as he made it out to be? Robert lowered his brows and swapped looks between Adelaide and Caesar, assuming he was one of the two witnesses needed for the signing. He remained silent, this was up for the two others to iron out.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Appearance:

Rank: Private
Class: Lancer

Weapons and Equipment: Lancaar-SH M01 and an old, far eastern sword

Personality: A peace-loving, flirtatious woman with a fierce sense of justice. She carries with her mannerisms from a foreign land, though her heart embraces the peaceful land of Gallia.
Bio: Regan emigrated from her home to Gallia some years ago, her family seeking to escape involvement in the war. Their home country was one that had decided to take a side in the war. Regan agreed with the move, but for her own reasons. Her father was originally a Gallian citizen, smoothing over their immigration into the country. It's where she obtained her mortar lance.

RP Sample: Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh. A young woman stood in her yard, swinging a wooden sword overhead and shuffle-stepping forward and back as she did. She'd been at it for ten minutes now, and with a final step forward and swing, she took a deep breath while resting her sword against the ground, her hands laying over each other on the end of the hilt. "Huff... huff... whew." She takes a moment to gaze out over the grassy fields that surround her home now. The change of scenery was really pleasant, but at the same time, it was strange to be in a foreign land. Well... she supposed it wasn't foreign anymore. She was a citizen of Gallia now, this was her home. Though, the foreign martial clothing she wore would have most people fooled. Now that she's done with her morning practice, perhaps she should change and go into town? Bathing might be good, too, before she goes.

"Mama, I'm going to town!" The young lady calls as she slips her shoes on at the door and steps out of her home. They didn't live far, and the walk was very pleasant. She wondered who she'd find out and about today... though she should probably go with some purpose in mind, instead of just aimlessly wandering. She'd start by going to the bakery and purchasing herself something to eat, after her workout. From there... eeeeh... something would probably happen? She'd figure it out, but she had something to start with.

As the young lady walks, she gazes at the river along the road, admiring the clear waters and the fish within. Such a beautiful, peaceful place...

[User]
Acting Corporeal James Hunt| Outside the Coach House

James nodded, turning towards the APC as their packs and remaining first aid kits, the major medical supplies staying with Carn so he could keep the Sarge stabilized, coming to mind. "Got it, Sarge." He had started to walk away when he heard Alex's report and turned slightly. "Good to hear. Head to the Coach house, see how things are in there and bring out the Imperial Sargent. He needs to speak with our current ranking NCO and that would be Celeste." With that, he climbed in the back of the APC and started grabbing their gear, packs, and emergency kits, eventually getting them all unloaded. "Alright Carn, you're good to go on my end." The broken remains of the Imp rifle were in Hunt's pack, but then so was his food and medkit, and the last two things were important at least.

[Assistant]
Lukas Glockner / Driver
Lukas grudgingly disengaged and sat down against the tank, slowly beginning to calm down. As he did, the driver gave his report. "Ma'am! We were trying to drive over that..." He pointed to the hill that the Siegfried sat at the bottom of. "That hill. H-half way up the hill, I had to give the tank more gas to keep us moving, but... but I started to hear a grinding and grumbling sound coming from the engine. S-some of our older tanks do that as well, Ma'am, so I didn't think anything of it, but then th-there was a loud snapping sound and the tank lost all power. I think something went wrong with the gearings or transmission." The driver's speech was quick and shaky. He was clearly nervous at having to explain his failure to a superior officer, especially after one of the other crew in the tank had gone completely ballistic on him.

Lukas listened in for the mean time while he slowly simmered down. The driver's report was accurate, but failed to take into account that they had instructed him to report any strange noises that he heard the engine making. It probably wouldn't have changed anything if he had reported it, and the driver's logic was sound, but the fact that something went wrong and he DIDN'T inform them immediately meant that he had suddenly become the target for Lukas' ire. As he slowly came to his senses, Lukas started to realize that he may have over reacted when exploding on the poor driver. Maybe. Just a touch. Just a little. Slightly.

Evan Carn
Evan was surprised at the sudden order to head back to base, especially when it would take until the next day for him to complete a round trip. "Alright, but uh-" He was cut off by the rest of the discussions and shrugged his shoulders. Oh well. "Alright, understood. Should be back by tomorrow morning." With that, he headed off to the APC and began to help Hunt unload. Several packs and kit bags later, the APC was significantly lighter and ready to set out. "That looks about all of it, eh?" "Alright Carn, you're good to go on my end," was the reply he got. Evan leaned against the APC while he waited for his new co-pilot to get ready. "Alright then. It's probably gonna take at least a day to make the trip. You want anything, lover-boy? Could probably pilfer a few things from the fort before coming back." He eyed the young man's wounds as well. "And are ya sure you don't need to nab any more medical supplies from the back? Gonna need to take a look at that wound before it gets infected."

Once the two had finished talking, Evan climbed behind the wheel of the APC and waited for Glaive to show up. When she did, he motioned her in and spoke up. "Ya sure you want to come with, girly? It's going to take the better part of a day just to get to Fort Breda. I'm sure I could rope Bons into coming if you don't want to. Not like that boy likes chatting with the squad much anyways."

What ever her answer, the APC was ready to go. They'd be leaving shortly.
@Zarkun
Lilly Jatmoore
"Assistance would be nice. Treating this one isn't easy for a single person."

That was all the invitation she needed. Though Lilly still wasn't exactly a miracle worker as a medic, she had started to get the hang of it and was at least able to provide the assistance Ms. Skye needed. It took a few minutes of hard work, but the two were eventually able to get the man stabilized. There was still work to do, however. With the most serious of the wounded stabalized, the pair set about treating the less seriously wounded and (much to Lilly's dismay) moving the dead to another room and covering them in sheets. Having to actually touch a dead body and move the corpses shook Lilly up a little, reminding her yet again of the horrors of war. I wonder if any of them were killed by me... She shook her head to clear out the unpleasant thoughts, before heading back to the main room with Skye. All of the imperial wounded had been taken care of, and it seemed that a good portion of them would survive, but what about their squad? "All of the imperials seem to be in stable condition, Ms. Skye, but we should probably check on our own squad too. Some of them may be nursing wounds from the fight as well if a proper engineer has not been able to see them yet."

With that, Lilly left the building and began to seek out different squad members, but She hadn't even checked to see if Skye was following her on the way out. It was safe to say she was more than a little scatterbrained at the moment, her dirtiness, her dissatisfaction with her medical abilities, and the lingering unpleasantness from having to move the corpses all weighed upon her mind.

The first person she bumped into (almost litterally) was Private Glaive. She seemed to be in a hurry, however, and Lilly hadn't spotted any wounds on her, so she kept walking. The second group she spotted was Private Durandal and the group of lancers that were with her for the battle. Greeting them, Lilly asked "Hello, Ms. Durandal. Was anyone in your group wounded? Ms. Muller? How did all of you fair? We are checking on the squad and providing preliminary medical care until we are organized in such a way that the engineers can take a better look at everyone." The lancers apparently hadn't gotten much in the way of return fire, probably due to their abilities to fire from a fair distance, and none of them seemed to be injured. Looking over her shoulder, Lilly saw that Skye had apparently taken the initiative to talk to another group Lilly had overlooked, so she felt like she might be able to spare a moment to chat. "... That aside, how did both of you fair in the battle? It seemed to go much more smoothly than the previous one." After the trio talked for a few minutes, Lilly decided it would be best to move on and keep checking other soldiers for wounds. Waving goodbye to them for the time being, she started to walk away, but felt like something was missing... like she had forgotten to do something...

A sudden wave of realization washed over her, sending Lilly sprinting back to the lancers. "Miss Durandal, I'm busy right now, but would it be possible to talk with you later? I have something I'd like to ask you." She had been meaning to ask this for some time: Regan had looked slightly... off for the majority of the operation. It made sense, her squad had been killed after all, but Lilly still wanted to check in on her and make sure everything was alright (or if there was anything she could do if it wasn't). After receiving her answer, Lilly headed back out to visit the rest of the squad.
@CirusArvennicus

Captain Meulemann
"Sir! We're two hours out from the coach house, and the men are ready for battle." A young PFC who had been charged with checking the status of the armoured column ran up and gave his report to Captain Meulemann during one of their few rest stops. A collection of Gallian medium tanks and tank destroyers from the army and militia were slowly making their way across the country in preparation for the assault on the city of Vasel, with the Captain sitting (rather uncomfortably) in the lead vehicle. An hour ago they had passed through the mined crossroads that Squad 4 had been assigned to secure, and after finding them empty, pressed on. It seemed like the squad had moved up to it's secondary objectives as planned. "Excellent work lad, but please dispense with the saluting. We're in hostile territory now, and I would much appreciate not having the snipers pay any more attention to me than they already do." Now then... Tarquin unfolded a map and began to concoct a battle plan. If fortune favoured them, Squad 4 or one of the other units would have already taken the coach house, clearing the way for their assault. From there, they would press into the city from it's flank, forming the southern part of the pincer attack that would hopefully push the imperials back and take the pressure off of Randgriz. Beside him, a certain Corporal was looking at the map with him. "Come to think of it, Helfer, you fought along side squad four during our... disorganized retreat from Rhinehiem before being transfered, did you not? You might encounter some old friends at the coach house."

[User]
Acting Corporeal James Hunt| Outside the Coach House

James stopped when Carn asked if he wanted anything from base and he glanced at his flask. He'd be using that to treat his wounds and only be using ragnaid on his leg. "Perhaps a barrel of decent spirit if you can snag it from the base pub. I didn't have much trouble getting some for myself for the deployment, but I think we could all use something to help us along that isn't a social session." He started to turn away, his limp becoming a touch more prominent now that he was moving, when Carn spoke again.

 "And are ya sure you don't need to nab any more medical supplies from the back? Gonna need to take a look at that wound before it gets infected." James chuckled, turning back to the engineer.

"I'll be alright, Carn. Some alcohol and ragnaid will handle it. You'll need it more for the Sarge. But, if you think we'll need more, leave what you think we'll need. Just make sure to keep enough for yourself." With that, he limped away, his can of ragnaid in hand, and found a stump to sit on. Picking up his flask, he poured alcohol on both his wounds, gritting his teeth before applying ragnaid to his leg wound and wrapping it. He waited a little longer before wrapping his shoulder wound and then made his way over to Skye and Lilly as they split up, which led him to chasing Skye.

A short walk later, he caught up to her and waited until she was done talking with her group before getting her attention. "We've done all we can for now, Skye. Go get some food from your pack and rest up some. I'll be finding someone to help me move our packs inside. Sounds like the rest of us will hold the coach house until Carn gets back with reinforcements. Or until the rest of the militia catches up. Whichever happens first."

[Assistant]
Alex

@Zarkun @Raven_Operative

Lifting her rifle she placed it on her back she clipped it into play with the strap, holding it firmly as if to keep it nice and safe from anyone. Though she was rather stoic normally her face clearly showed a little bit of worry when she was directed to go and claim the Imperial Sargent. This was far from a very good idea in her opinion, though she dared not speak them aloud since that would only prove to make a scene of it. "I... Understand. I will go and get this sargent." When she had finished talking with Hunt she was about to turn away and leave to grab the 'enemy' when Carn addressed her, causing her to take pause.

Raising her cap a little she turned and stared at the man "Girly?..." She raised a brow in confusion before giving a dismissive wave "It seems I have changed my mind. Better to send someone who would benefit from it, not like I have anything to do back there.." With a small shrug and another wave she started to head towards the building where this PoW was located. Pulling up her scarf to cover her lower face with she removed her custom pistol and walked up to the sargent, motioning for him to struggle around. "Ah, I see you like picking our weapons clean.. superior aren't they?" Alex paused for a moment before reaching down and forcing him onto his feet, pressing the barrel against his back so that he would start moving. "Yes they are.." She agreed as she took him to see the NCO as directed.

[User]
Private Durandal
Regan had been in a bit of a daze, sticking with her her buddy from the lancer detachment they had made for the operation. Sarge got hit... suddenly, she had felt like she was reading the journal again, getting that sense of dread. She'd been thinking about that when she heard her name being spoken to her. "Yes. Ah, that is... no. No injuries. The battle was simple. Bombard key points from a distance." After that brief report, Jatmoore was off running again. She returned before too long, however, addressing her specifically.

"Oh, ah, yes ma'am. I'll be by the APC, when you need to speak with me." Durandal nodded and watched as the woman ran off again. Busy indeed. She never did get to finish her form.