[System]
Age:
27
Animal:
Lion
Appearance:

Apprentice to Master...:
Crane
Fighting Style:
Firefeet: Through ways unknown even to him, his focus of Ki is phenominal, unfortunately it is only in his legs. With all of his energy generated down, he is capable of amazing leaps and kicks to the point that he actually generates heat out of the pads of his toes. He adds to this by wrapping his feet in wine-soaked bandages and soaking his feet in hot oil.
History: He comes from the same region as master rhino, that is about as much as he remembers. He woke up strapped to an acupuncture table with his mind as pin-cushioned as is back. He's told the operation was a success to restore his ability to walk, but it has come at a terrible price.
Weakness: poor chakra flow: all energy flows to his root chakra and wells there like a battery, but the release flow back into all of the others are in turn quite weak. His over-focus of his feet will only lead him from 'one trick pony' to 'glass-cannon' unless something happens.
Misc:
He has a great love of food, he often guesses he was a chef or chef apprentice at one time or another once before, but otherwise he loves to prepare dishes for himself and others.

[User]
Chapter 1

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"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it's called the present."

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Valley Village

With the last hump of winter finally over, today's clear skies and radiant sun marked the first true day of spring. The Valley of Peace was hustling and bustling. The streets were filled with tourists and travelers from all over the country for the the Festival of Renewal. It's a rare celebration only held when a new Master of the Jade Palace is officially crowned. And that master is none other than Po, the Dragon Warrior. Well, former, Dragon Warrior. That is what makes this Festival of Renewal extra special, because not only will a new Dragon Warrior be chosen to take Master Po's place, but so too will the Furious Five, for the original legendary fighters have ascended to new titles as, The Five Teachers.

These changes are very serious, and people have different opinions on the matter. Some believe it unwise for Po to take on such an honorary title, while others just wish for things to stay the same. But what cannot be criticized is the wisdom of Master Shifu. If the wise old red panda believes it's time for Po, then so be it. Right?

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Jade Palace - Palace Arena

Just beyond the steps of the Jade Palace, Master Po and the Five Teachers surveyed the open Valley. In front of them stood an enclosed space, the Palace Arena, which will hold the fates of a new generation of fighters. While they all looked noticeably older, there was still a fire in their eyes that beckoned for adventure. They began talking about their travels across China, and eventually the candidates that they each handpicked. It was a mission set after The Winter Festival, and was Master Shifu's last quest for them to embark on. They were to return after two months, just two days before the Festival of Renewal. While they took pride in their selection, there was an air of doubt that could be sensed among each of them. It was new territory for everyone, and the pressure to uphold their station grew tremendous in the days leading up to the festival.

"We should probably go back to the training hall." Crane sighed.

"Yeah." Monkey also sighed, purposefully louder than Crane's sigh.

"I hope they didn't break anything." Viper's tone was more somber than Crane and Monkey's.

"Doubtful." Mantis lowered his head. Tigress said nothing.

Po's eyes went wide, and in an exaggeratedly curious expression, surveyed each of The Five Teachers. "Hey, what's the matter with you guys?"

"We're getting replaced, Po." Tigress finally spoke.

"It's not exactly the greatest feeling in the world." Crane chirped.

"It also means that we're old!" Monkey chimed in.

"Come on!" Po stepped forward to face them all. "We may look a little saggier, worn out, jaded, sleepier, crankier... uh...what else?"

"Old!" Monkey threw his hands onto his face, overwhelmed with the sudden realization.

"Right. Old. But hey, our time might be up, but we still have a lot left to give." Po stood in front of them with a warm, assuring smile. He started to feel a moment coming on, so he closed his eyes and embraced it. "We owe it to the Valley to keep it a Valley of Peace...and not a Valley of...Destruction! Because they need us. And I need you. We're going to do this together. We're going to pass on the legacy of Master Oogway and Master Shifu and do great things! Right, guys? Guys...?"

Po opened his eyes, but the Five Teachers all vanished. In their place were a group of worker pigs. They had stopped working on the decorations in the Palace Arena and gathered around Master Po, drawn to his invigorating speech.

"He's right!" One of them shouted. "Let's make these decorations for the glory of China!!!" They all charged into different directions, squealing their war cry. The panda sighed. He made his way toward the training hall but decided to take a pit stop by the Palace kitchen to grab some dumplings for himself.

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Jade Palace - The Training Hall

The training hall was jam packed with fighters. Masters of all levels were doing all sorts of stylishly cool and peculiar work outs. The seven talon rings were slicing through air, the gauntlet of wooden warriors twirled about with their menacing spikes, and the seven swinging clubs of instant oblivion were swinging with...instant oblivion. The exterior courtyard was also filled with sparring matches, while the wooden dummies and inflatable punching bags that lined the perimeter were being put to use. And among the overload of Kung Fu hustle and bustle, Cham-Cham stood with a content look on his face, sweeping the mahogany floors of the corridor leading out into the courtyard.

"Out of the way, runt!" A large tail nudged the Chameleon off to the side. It belonged to Master Sheng, the new leader of the Wool Stealing Crocodile Bandits. "The new Dragon Warrior is here!"

Cham-Cham bowed his head and apologized, to which Master Sheng scoffed. "Ha! What a weakling." He spat on the ground. "There, you missed a spot."

[Assistant]
Tuzi didn't know how to feel, on the one hand six of the greatest heroes of the Valley of Peace were renouncing their titles and one of them was even permanently retiring, but on the other hand he was chosen to be part of their replacements at least in part due to his father. With the skills he would gain he would no doubt become even more capable of teaching bullies a painful lesson.

Speaking of bullies as he was waiting in the training hall for the Senior Trainer, the Five Teachers as well as his fellow students who he had never met before, he noticed a crocodile bullying a janitor. Based on what he heard the crocodile was apparently Master Po's student, while the janitor seemed to be too scared to even talk back.

Not even the Dragon Warrior was allowed to treat their lessers poorly and Tuzi was certian he would get some praise for making the Crocodile pay for acting like that. So without thinking things through beyond that the rabbit ran up to behind the reptile and jumped as high he could in an attempt to kick the back of their head with both his legs.

[User]
Just as Cham-Cham was about to mop up Master Sheng's spit, a blur rushed past him. He glanced up and saw a rabbit in full attack mode lunging at Master Sheng with both legs extended for his head. The impact of the blow sent Master Sheng stumbling forward and into a sparring match between a Rooster and a Goose. The two birds stopped their own scuffle and began pecking away at the bumbling intruder.

"Gah! Get off me!" He twirled his bladed spear in the air, forcing the Rooster and Goose to retreat back. Master Sheng leaped to his feet and banged the end of his tail to the ground. "Who did that!?"

Everyone training in the courtyard stopped what they were doing and observed the scene unfolding. Cham-Cham approached the rabbit "Uh, hey. Thanks and all. But you didn't have to do that." The chameleon awkwardly smiled before staring back at Master Sheng, whose eyes glared back in their direction. "Was it you, pipsqueak?" The Croc pointed the bladed end of his spear at Cham-Cham, who nervously looked around and began mopping the ground in a feeble attempt to act inconspicuous.

"Uh, nope. Not me." The chameleon shamelessly pointed at the rabbit, head still down. "It was this guy."

[Assistant]
Of all the people crowding the Palace Arena, there was one who appeared to be doing no exercises nor sparring. In fact, the turtle was more content to just sit atop one of the walls and take in the breath-taking view of the Valley of Peace below. He may not have wanted to come here at first, but Guai couldn't deny the beauty of the place. That, and he wanted to be distracted from the fact that he would probably have to compete with others in order to stay. It wasn't a prospect the turtle looked forward to, fighting without any cause to do so just seemed like a waste of energy.

He heard a commotion start up somewhere within the Palace Arena. He turned around to look, and from his spot he could see a fight, what could be a real one. Why anyone would think picking fights under the watchful eyes of the Five Teachers - not to mention the Dragon Warrior - was beyond him, but still it seemed to be happening regardless. He sighed heavily, such a waste of energy, it was a pity really. Especially on the big lizard's part. Going out of one's way to antagonize everyone was a quick way to make dangerous enemies. And in a place where they were surrounded by peers who were either equally skilled or more so, being antagonistic was possibly the worst mistake they could make. Looking around, Guai realized that hardly anyone was stepping in to put a stop to it. Instead they just watched, like it was some kind of spectator sport. Well if no one else was to be the voice of reason than Guai would just have to do it.

The turtle leaped down from his spot from the wall and made more leap over the crowds of spectators so he could get close to the argument, "Please, everyone, there's no sense in wasting our energy on such senseless fighting. Why not just take a few breaths, relax, and try to remember why we're all here?" by this point he made sure he put himself between the chameleon and the larger lizard.

[User]
"Yes it was me alright. And I don't care if Master Po has chosen you as Dragon Warrior or not a bully is a bully." As Tuzi was telling the crocodile what he thought, he didn't notice the turtle who had positioned himself in such a way that the chameleon was at least somewhat safe from any retaliation coming.

Only when the newcomer started talking did the rabbit notice him."You're right I lost my temper, I always do that when I see anyone picking on someone weaker than they are." Following the turtle's advice he did indeed take a few breaths to try and calm down. While he still refused to apologize for what he did he at least wanted to show that as far as he was concerned the fight was over.

He turned his back to the crocodile and began to walk away, certain that any student chosen by Master Po would never attack someone in the back without a very good reason no matter how angry they were.

[Assistant]
He felt it, that burning desire, the restless legs trembling underneath him. He had to move, he had to do something, he couldn't just stand there anymore! For an hour he had barely moved an inch at a time as he waited for this utter torture to be over. A low primal growl started low in his throat, past his solar plexus chakra and in the very bowls of his being that called for an answer.

"Thank you have a good day. Next?"

FINALLY! He did not merely step but pounced from his place in line to the counter. Teeth bared in thew biggest smile possible on his face.

Two, no, four! Four rising suns, please.

"Sorry, we stopped serving rising suns an hour ago."

Elation turned to shock as he looked behind him to the seven times folded line behind him. A damascus of disappointent, a katana of cruelty! Dropping into a low squat with eyes barely over the counter to portray a childlike innocence, he pleased his case.

But I've been in line for an hour! I was here when the Rising sun was being served.

"And now it is not, nor has it been for an hour now. Please select something else or move on."

All hope dashed, all joy lost. Today would be a cruel day indeed.

Six bao then. Please.

He forlornly paid for his food and started the walk of shame back to the jade palace. But what was this? He cook, the dragon blessed cook had heard his cries and sneaked the makings of a rising sun into the folds of a bun. A secret sun!

Life once more had meaning as his ears flapped with elation. In a burst he was bounding up the stairs five at a time as he came into the dojo with a full stomach and legs trembling with chi.

"WHO'S FIRST?!?"


[System]
Age: 16

Appearance: 5'4. Light build. He has black hair that goes down the sides of his head to about halfway down the ear and an inch and a half down in the front and back. Wears a black T-shirt and large black sweatpants. Sometimes wears a headband. Oh yeah, and he looks like a humanoid black cat. That's sort of important. He even has a tail. Has claws.

Animal: Cat

Personality: Felix is rather lighthearted and friendly, but when he gets agitated by something regarding him or his friends, he gets much more angry than he should, assuming he takes it seriously. He also gets bored easily. Hyperactive when cooped up.

Notes: Likes cats, not because of the DNA. Likes animals in general, but mostly cats. Dislikes constant use of sarcasm directed towards him or other persons. Has a few small mental disorders that result in the agitation/boredom/hyperactivity. Very fast. Very agile.

Bio: Felix lived in a house by himself from 7th grade onwards. His mother died and he never had a father, so he gets touchy about those subjects. His mother was ill for a long period of time, so he prepared for living alone in terms of capabilities. Nobody knows these things aside from people he tells. Anyways, he had a friend named Liam who was the only one who knew these things. Some person and their gang, basically stereotypical bullies, picked on him and his friend....for apparently no reason. When push came to shove, Felix got mad and beat the bully to death with a metal bat. He got locked up for premeditated murder (Which was true, but he doesn't see it that way). He doesn't consider himself a criminal, but he doesn't deny that he did that. Then the government guys came and took him to the facility-thing.

[User]
Tyrone KFC

Tyrones eyes scanned the table, no KFC no Chicken, yippie, and then suddenly people arrived, one of them even askes "is this food to eat?" and was interrupted by some weird voice, Of course theres nothing good to eat! Tyrone thought.

What kinda buffet is this!

Tyrone decided not to eat, they're was barely anything healthy, no Mac Donalds either, so he decided he might as well talk to the new dude here, and then he saw a Man wearing a skirt walking through a door, at least Tyrone Thought it was a man, Tyrone giggled at the persons hilarious dress @YamiCuoreLaroux

Nice *giggle* costume he commented on the persons unbelievably dumb outfit, and suddenly, giggling turned into laughing and Tyrone laughed out loud at the stupidest saddest, piece of clothing in the world

[Assistant]
Lucas took a variety of food from the table and put it on his plate. He began to eat some of the chicken first and thought that it was not as good as the chicken he use to have. Then again nothing that he got was as good as he used to have it. He clear his plate of food anyway just to keep his strength up, but mainly because he was very hungry.

When he hear him mention competition his mind began to race about what it could be, and possible consequence, good and bad. He got tired of worrying and eventually asked the man (Vlad) "Sir what exactly do you mean by competition, are there going to be competitive and what are the events in this competition?"

[User]
The minute the cuffs were removed, the teen slowly started for the table, only to be stopped by what seemed to be a heckler who had no clue of his own situation. Walking straight up to the table as calmly as possible, she picked up a plate and started to fill it with various cut fruits.

At the same time, two powerful tentacles shot out from under the skirt to bullet right past the heckler, never touching him, but certainly coming close enough to make any normal person flinch. Rather than just hitting him, though, they soon turned away after a second and picked up a plate of fish. "Oh, really? I'm glad you think so: I selected it especially to root out the easily overpowered." Curling one tentacle a bit tighter around the dish, she divided the fish on it into two pieces, flinging one in his general direction. "Here. You clearly need this more than anyone here. You might survive a few seconds longer."

[Assistant]
Tyrone

Tyrone flinched, the tentacles barely missing his ear's, With a face of surprise, he lifted up and caught the piece of cooked fish with his fork, turning the fork and piece of fish into a Kebab

He became more alive, taking a large bite out of the weird Fork/fish Kebab he whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear him though, Damn.. and then yelled out Thats frackin' AWESOME!

[User] "I am open to ideas but I do have a couple competitions that I want to see you to compete in. With the DNA added to yours you will notice changes in your abilities. Some of you will run faster. Some of you will be stronger. I have come up with a few competition to test for these changes. You will also need to try to shift. Some will change easily. Others will strange." Vlad answered.

[Assistant] Lucas showed that he acknowledged Vlad's comment and turned his attention onto the 2 kids causing the ruckus. He noticed that one of the boys was facing a girl who looks like she wants to chop him up into sushi more then the fish with her big tentacle s. Though the boys simply doesn't care, probably because of the guards....I hope. Maybe they got a bit more of the animal DNA.....or there just being kids. He dogded a piece of fish flying toward him. He wanted to talk to Vlad about more ideas but since he didn't really know everyone's capabilities, he rather just wait and see for himself what they can do. So he sat there watching the 2 of them go at it.

[User] Roxy snatched a steak off one of the tables. Since she ad recieved the anther DNA she had started eating food rawer and rawer. At first that had bothered her. But now she just accepted it. She leaned against one of the walls as she studied the other teens. She dismissed most of them as not being a threat to her. Even without her knives, which Vlad had taken, she coukd kick their asses.

[Assistant] Satisfied that the rude male had stopped, the redhead continued picking the foods he desired just as calmly as they had been. It wouldn't do to actually have a fight here, not at this time, and certainly not involving food like a wasteful delinquent. All he wanted was to assert that any attempt to mess with it would not be tolerated, and that appeared to have been achieved. Retracting the tentacles back under the skirt as if they had never appeared in the first place, she took the plate of fish in his free hand and brought the food over to a less occupied part of the room.

[User]
Tyrone

Tyrone kept taking bites out of the fish, and in a couple seconds the fish was gone, he barely listened to Vlads intercom announcements.

So, whats up everyone He introduced himself to the group, with bits and bobs of fish still in his mouth

[Assistant] "The ceiling." Roxy replied sarcastically. She wasn't much of a people person. She had to admit that she was curious about her fellow 'criminals'. She wanted to know what they had done to get into this program. Did they have agreements with Vlad they way she did. If so she was curious what the terms of their agreement Vlad.

[User]
Tyrone

Tyrone actually looked up at the Ceiling, it was a Shiny metal ceiling but they're wasn't really anything on it. Tyrone kept looking at the ceiling and expected something to happen..But however nothing happened

Tyrone looked down at the Girl who looked like she was on the streets for a couple years and with a confused look on his face he asked the girl Yeah, what about the ceiling?

[Assistant] Although Lucas was disappointed that nothing drastic happened with the girl, he became very amused with Tyrone and Roxy. The fact that he didn't get the joke mean he must be on the slower side. As for The other girl she not only seemed to be a trouble maker, but she also seemed unfazed by all the guards, scientists, and so on. He noted to make a point to introduce himself to her after there done with their conversation.

[User] Acht felt caught between rolling its eyes and smirking. Clearly, the assessment of the rude one had been correct: He wouldn't be much trouble unless he needed to use him for something. Which she would be making every effort to avoid for now. He had other observations to make about the others, like that witty girl who had just spoken. "They say that sarcasm is a foreign language for some, and a sign of a healthy mind for others." Looking up to the girl, he gave a slight smile. "Good to know that there are still some in this place."

[Assistant] "You asked what was up." Roxy reminded him as she ate her steak. She smirked at the boy's question. Apparently he wasn't the brightest bulb in the group. Her sarcasm seemed to be completely lose on him. Which of course meant that she would have to find more ways to use it. She loved confusing people. "So I told you. At the moment the only thing that is up is the ceiling."

[User]
Tyrone

Saurcayshum?, what the heck does that mean? Tyrone thought and looked up a the ceiling, and looked back at the girl smiling and waving his left index finger back and forth, he smiled as if he found out the answer to a hard math question

Now I get it!, I said whats up and you said the Ceiling, Because it was above me! @KatherinWinter

he turned to the Squid-dude and asked him so what does "sarcasm" mean

[Assistant]
"Exactly as I said..." Acht murmured as it returned to its food. She didn't want to bother with any more at the moment, so he looked over at the other male nearby instead.

"And do you have an opening statement, sir?" It addressed him in a half-interested tone, somewhat curious about his quieter behavior. Was it a normal mode, or just a lull in conversation for him? Or perhaps he was just the type to wait for the right moment? It was important for analysis.

[User] He looked at the girl with the ridiculous dress. He would laugh if he hadn't seen what happened earlier with the other boy. He kept analyzing her until she gave him a look, then realizing he had been starting at her for longish period of time. "Not really, at least nothing that I could openly speak about that's of any importance." He look at her for a second or two longer and then said "Actually what things do you know your capable of, as in your powers?"

[Assistant] "Alright teens. Our first competition is a race. The only rule is that you can not harm each other or the guards. The first one to find me in the facility will recieve a reward. The rest of you will recieve a demerit." Vlad announced.

[User]
Acht almost pouted at the initial response the boy finally gave before perking up a little at his question after. "Hmm...what indeed..." He gave a small smile and looked away slyly with a finger pressed under its lip, the skirt she wore seeming to rustle slightly on its own. The announcement from Vlad led her to grin a bit wider back at the male it had just been speaking with, however. "I suppose this will be how you find out, hmm? I'm sure it will be interesting."

Standing up from his table, the redhead smoothed out the garments he wore. "So, where do we start?"

[Assistant]
Tyrone

Tyrone immediately gotten off of his seat I know where I'm startin'! He enthusiastically yelled and ran out of the room, He ran past the table and ran back to his little room

Tyrone slammed open the door and pretty much destoryed it, and looked inside of his little cramped room hoping to find the person on the intercom

[User] A bit disappointed that he didn't get his answer, he still was going to see what she could do. He took 2 cans of soda and pocketed them then unzipped his jacket. He began concocting ideas on how to win since the only rule was that he can't hurt anyone. He sighed feeling a bit sorry for the boy, who he just saw running out of the room. He could of just simply asked Vlad himself. Now in mind that the boy was a idiot, he looked a Vlad waiting for him to answer the girl.

[Assistant] "You start right where you are of course. Your all in the same place so no one gets a head start. You can start when everyone is done eating. You must all start at the same time. Vlad answered.

[User]
tyrone

Tyrone immediately stopped, hearing the announcement he lost almost all of his enthusiasm, Cursing like crazy under his breath, he walked out from his pretty much destroyed room and walked back to the table, sitting down back on his spot and sitting kinda-patiently,

tapping his foot on the ground and doing whatever he can to keep himself occupied for the next 5 seconds. Today... He whispered in his breath impatiently.

[Assistant] Acht looked around the room at the others once the announcement had finished. "Well then, are we all ready? Wouldn't want to leave anyone unfinished, after all." It walked toward the door, stopping just a little ways away and turning to wait for the others. "Take your time. Planning is always important, you know."

[User]
Tyrone

I'm ready, don't know about you but I'm ready Tyrone says, tapping his foot a bit slower now, things were starting to move at last!.

[Assistant] He gave a shrug and gave a look like "does it look like I have anything better to do?" He went back to thinking of the ways to win without breaking the rules. "The boy probably doesn't know his left from his right, and the girl in the dress well unless she's going to change will have problem running or at least should." He thought to himself.

[User] (damnit sopa)

[Assistant] Felix slowly walked into the gym, noticing everything that was happening. A whopping....nothing. He nervously scratched the back of his head. "Sorry I'm late. What is happening here?" To noone at all. His tail swished on the ground, and he was pretty sure something bad was going to happen.....to him.


[System]
Normal Appearance:

Alternate form:

Former faction: Autobots

Role: Ground / Fire Support

Weapons and tools:
* Energon Tomahawk
* Neutron Assault Rifle
* 2x Thermo Rocket Launcher

Personality: Turbulence seemingly forever sees himself under the command of someone higher up and that's just fine by him... except when said CO gets themselves deactivated permanently, Turbulence is then quick to refer over to the next ranking officer up on the food chain. The Autobot soldier does not feel okay with the idea of being a leader and the job's heavy responsibilities it comes with. Turbulence would rather be on the frontlines receiving taking orders than giving them.

It's quite possible the transforming gunship suffers from too little self-confidence and more than enough worry; which is unfortunate and unusual given the number of battlefield accommodations Turbulence had unknowingly earned by his previous commanding officers. Turbulence is quite the tactical genius when it counts and is often openly insightful on a lot of topics, especially during the flow of battle where he can quickly coordinate with his fellow Autobots on the ground and air.

History: Surprisingly, Turbulence at one point had nearly joined the Decepticons, being one of the many unhappy mechs professing their frustrations with the corrupt Senate at the time. However, he soon learned that the Decepticon's earliest insurgencies were not what he had in mind as a just cause to get behind and quickly joined the Autobot faction once they emerged. He eventually found himself on the frontlines; somewhere he had been trying to avoid during the first volleys of the conflict.

But it was the battlefield he had probably belonged on in the first place. Turbulence showed an unfamiliar sense of battlefield prowess much of the early Autobot-aligned Cybertonians at the time lacked; being more civilian formed militias than the battle-hardened gladiators and angry mobs of the Decepticons. During one heavy engagement with the Decepticons, Turbulence spent several cycles in his Alt. Mode supporting allied troops, only topping off on Energon and ammunition when he ran nearly dry on both reserves.

Turbulence's current unit face incredible fighting in the defense against a Decepticon counter-attack while much of the Autobot's primary command and elite soldiers would take the war off-world in search of a new energy source as Cybertron's own resources would soon be on the verge to a non-renewable or reversible state. His platoon would soon be demolished and completely scattered due to the hard struggle. Turbulence soon found himself without any targets and even worse, no allies or any command to rally back with and left alone in uninhabited wasteland.

Extras and additional information:
* Has a tendency to remain in Alt. Mode as opposed to his more sapient form.
* Chassis has be modified for easy-accessible maintenance due to a history of damaging engagements.
* Voice - Steve Blum
* Theme - Transformers: War for Cybertron OST - Transport Flight

Relations with other characters:
* Prism - (Coming Soon)
* Sklog - (Coming Soon)
* Nightscream - (Coming Soon)
* Cyclonus - (Coming Soon)

[User]
Nightscream stared at the screen in a mix of alarm and curiosity. Normal bot would be terrified at the sight of what Nightscream did to Blackarachnia. The spiderbot's spark chamber was ground open her very heart dismembered. Nightscream was agitated by what she found there. It was fortunate for Sklog she didn't get permission to examine that part of the mutant, lest hen ght have as well be one a thrall of Unicron. But the dinobot's spark chamber was fortunately of standard design.

Come to think of it, Nightscream was lucky herself. If she pried Blackarachnia open before off lining her, she might have suffered the same fate as Megatron. In a state like that, one could be forgiven for being a bit unsocial. "What do I care what happens to a husk of a dead prime, just take the Matrix and leave him to the junk dogs! I sent Laserbeak your way, I just learned from him what happened on Earth, we have bigger problems!" She half growled half screamed into the ether.

Not taking any chances, she had an automated hauler dispose of Blackarachnia in the smelting pit. She walked to the main hall and hooked the self up to the recharge berth hand plugged herself in. There was only one thought looping in her processor: Sound wave needed rescuing. But how? They would need a ship or some other means of traveling faster than light. And what then? They might have to fight the rest of the decepticons. Not even if she upgraded all four of them would they have enough dakka.

[Assistant]
If it was visible, Turbulence would have frowned. Sklog shrugging didn't give him any ideas where Nighstcream was going. But in the grand scheme of things, did it truly matter anyway? Perhaps something came up or she was busy at work with probably another freak project and could only spare the time to hot-drop Sklog off. "Satisfied" with Sklog's response, Turbulence had nearly turned his attention back to the Junkions as they dug up Prime's pseudo-coffin until something tripped his long-range IFF sensors.

The new signature was small but fast approaching with a clear conscious vector. Turbulence turned and looked to the grayish skies to see the small object closing distance; towards him if he deduced the flight path correctly. As the object got closer, Turbulence could visually recognize the inbound flyer as an avian-like minicon. He could only remember a few minicons by name and hardly remember any of one of them capable of flight...Unless... Eventually, the minicon's closer position revealed an all too familiar paint scheme with the matching Decepticon badge on each wing.

It was Laserbeak.

The infamously nimble crony of Soundwave was usually designated for reconnaissance and intelligence gathering but that mean the agile minicon was incapable of dive-bombing an unfortunate Autobot with a barrage of swift laser strikes. While the the thought didn't sit too well with Turbulence, there was the conceptualized idea that the minicon would not be as brash as attaching a 'Bot in public without backup unless the small flyer had the advantage. Just as Turbulence had assumed an almost hesitant defensive stance, as string of docking commands originating from the descending minicon appeared on HUD.

The thought of Laserbeak, not meeting with an attack run but a docking request gave the battle-hardened Autobot unexpected pause. Could it be a trap? Maybe, but if it were true, it would be the most outrageous he'd heard of yet. Docking with the sworn enemy, one that would have to even accept the coded request first, concluded to no logical tactic he could think of. Laserbeak eventually arrived and flew circle's around the Autobot's personal airspace, still pending his acceptance of the request.

Grumbling something not audible, Turbulence hesitantly, but slowly offered his arm forward which the avian minicon quickly landed on with metallic talons magnetically stabilizing to Turbulence's hull. For a moment, the two cybernetic being started at one another. While Laserbeak could not display any emotion aside from ever screeching squawks, Turbulence could've sworn that the minicon's optics narrowed, gesturing the displeasure of communing with an Autobot.

"The feeling is mutual." said Turbulence, not expecting the minicon to reply at all before finally accepting Laserbeak's permission to dock with him.

Hopping to Turbulence's shoulder where a data port flipped open, Laserbeak transformed into the classical data-slug and hard-connected to the provided slot. As soon ad the data transfer had begun, a quick message from Nightscream appeared first from the ever gather files, explaining her sudden change of course and rendezvousing with the happened-upon minicon. It was all that Turbulence needed to know at the very least. The transference of data from Laserbeak revealed a disturbingly long chain of events that had occurred Primus knew how long, but it was evident the Autobots and unfortunately the Decepticons had made it familiar-named world called Earth.

Mission logs poured through revealing more of the greater aspects of the war and what had occurred so many lights years away from Cybertron. As he dived deeper into the logs, a sense of dread washed over as learned of this new Deception leader brandished as Megatronus whom not only horrifically killed Megatron as Starscream but also ended the life of Optimus Prime as well, leaving many of the Earthbound Autobots scattered and soon possessing the once beautiful blue planet for himself. As he continued reading the additional detailed, he requested Laserbeak to display the contents via holo-projection before calling out to Prism.

"Prism...?" Turbulence said aloud without his optics leaving the holographic report before him, "You're gonna want to see this."

[User]
Sklog didn't know what to do at the moment. He wanted to be doing something but all there was to do was move the fallen Prime but that was already being taken care of by the Junkions. The Predacon settled for simply watching the bots do their job. It wasn't more than a minute later though that a somewhat familiar sound came near as Sklog saw the minicon Laserbreak come by and land on Turbulence. Sklog had seen the con on a number of occasions though never up close so the con naturally began to walk up to Turbulance and the minicon as he looked over the small cybertronian creature.

The minicon reminded Sklog of his time with his brethren but by now Sklog was for the most part over his loss of them. Sklog had a new family that cared enough for him to the point of brining him back from death. His old family never talked much and there was less compassion and more tolerance from them with some of them making Nightscream seem like a loving mother in comparison. Regardlessly Sklog still wondered about his old clan and how they were doing or if they were even alive for that matter.

[Assistant]
Upon Turbulence's request, Prism looked to the projection and watched as the events unfolded before her eyes. All of the log dates, all the reports and notes on Starscreams delving psychological state, right up until his change to megatronus. It was even further down hill from there. Those poor Earthians, facing such a terror, only to have Megatronus use them as harbingers of his new reign as the leader of the decpticons. She was, however, curious as to where Soundwave was. Was he still alive? Did Megatronus kill him too after finding out that Soundwave planned on warning Cybertron of his arrival? She believed the latter was unlikely, but still possible given how he did kill Megatron.

While she watched, Wreck-Gar took the impassive Nightscream's stance on the situation and saw that as his queue to move forward, having his Junkions take the corpse to Iacon. He hummed to himself jovially, dancing and prancing while the others took the body to the city.

"This is a problem." Prism stated the obvious. "How are we going to beat him? We have the Junkions on our side, for now, but we don't have the time to gather the resources we need to stand even a little bit against Megatronus. It's the four of us against an entire faction, and only one of us has top of the line upgrades."

She sighed, looking around and transforming to move with the payload. "Let's move out, Turb, Sklog. We'll have to plan as we go. I don't know how much time we have until he gets here."

[User]
"Way ahead of you." Nightecream mentioned over the comms. Calming down somewhat from the initial shocks of the new discoveries, her processor was once more thinking clearly. "We'll need a ship to get there, and a big, biiig gun on it to take down the Nemesis before they think to use it on us. Fortunatley, I know of one chassis that we might be able to convert to a ship that already has a big, biiig gun." Nightscream said, pulling up the blueprints of Trypticon.

It didn't need to be perfect. It just had to get them there. A few engines strapped on here and there and something powerful enough to turn on a spacebridge, which she would have to construct, unless... If he did stay behind as well, that would be the place for him to hide. a mildly disturbing thought made it's way to Nightscream's mind.

As far as the engines went, Nightscream was sure some could be salvaged form some of the downed autobot ships. A power core was a different matter, Trypticon's was never designed to work at the output of a spaceship. Maybe Iacon would hold the answer. Lastly, there was the final thing Prism mentioned.

"As far as top of the line upgrades go... I have some ideas. I can't really build another chassis for everyone, building one would be a stretch, but I could modify three enough to perhaps give us an edge." Pulling up Laserbeak's files, she looked at some of the Earth vehicle scans he had in memory. Instantly she found one that she liked. "Hm, yes, that would do." she muttered for herself.

[Assistant]
"Understood." replied Turbulence before taking flight in his gunship mode upon receiving Prism's mobilization order.

Prior before Turbulence's transformation, Laserbeak hastily took off having successfully delivered Soundwave's intel and Nightscream's message. It was almost as if the minicon was relieved to put distance away from the Autobot flyer. It could be pondered however if Laserbeak thought on the same lines as Soundwave and at least recognized the need to address the common enemy that was Megatronus. It was very much possible, though Tubulence was willing to bet that if given the chance on different terms, the minicon would be more than happy to shoot an unsuspecting Autobot in the back.

Once airborne, Turbulence flew over the crowded convoy of Junkions and observed them as they ferried Optimus Prime toward Iacon. As he had warned before, Iacon was a long ways away from Kaon without any space-bound transport to get them there in a once previously timely manner. But with the unexpected rise of Starscream, or what he, or it, went by now as Megatronus, Turbulence gave serious thought about how much time they truly had before he arrived to Cybertron. This was however assuming nothing was going to stand in there way during their pilgrimage towards Iacon or what was left of it after the Decepticon's fearsome assault.

Accepting that matters were currently beyond his control, Turbulence eventually took a position ahead of their party as escort and scout. While maintaining his position and thinking with intrigue about out Nightscream's suggestion. Turbulence shifted through Earth's many vehicular scans, seeing which could serve him the most. One scan depicted a twin-tiltrotor aircraft lightly larger than his own frame. The aircraft seemed to involve around the basis of of multipurpose transport but didn't appear to carry any on-board weapons as a means to defend itself. However, that simple fact was something Turbulence could easily edit himself. Another scan revealed a more aerodynamic and edgier design vaguely similar to Nighscream's alt-mode. The aircraft was very likely to move at much faster speeds but could still levitate if need be. Some other aircraft seemed to match this model too. Finally, he laid his interest on two aircraft strikingly similar to his own. If anything, Turbulence would likely adopt a more familiar form from either the tactical design or the more well-rounded concept.

Oh decisions, decisions...


[System]
User Name: JadedPetals
Reborn Name - Lady Evelysia Moon; Evelysia; "The darkness in the hearts of man."

Race: Vampire; Human

Age:
Pre-Vampirism - 23
Actual Age - 25

Class: Mage - Moderate Beginner

Bio:
Rosemary lived in one of the most prosperous cities in Undreas; Eclysite. The oldest child of her single mother, a beloved healer and owner of a small apothecary shop, Rosemary used her gift of voice to soothe and entertain the local tavern-goers. Unbeknownst to those but her family, she had a budding talent for magic; still volatile in its infant stages.

An ordinary night came. A sunburnt dawn layered with a dark crimson came as well, and Rosemary was nowhere to be found.

Now, the body of Rosemary wanders, retaining the loving, passionate nature of the stolen soul. Fueled by grief-driven rage, she seeks the meaning of her new "life", christened as Evelysia.

Appearance: Deep red locks crown the pale, voluptuous woman of 5'1. Once blue eyes have transformed into incandescent orbs of deep violet. In bursts of powerful magic, her hair becomes a crackling aqua. Evelysia usually cloaks herself in beautiful, dark clothing and due to her fondness for flowers, will sometimes wear them in her hair.

Good Attributes: Powerful, intuitive, empathetic, use of claw-like nails and sharpened teeth when cornered.

Bad Attributes: Power is uncontrolled and fluctuates, emotional and hot-headed, burns in sunlight very easily.

Companion: A small black cat named Luna whose eyes match Evelysia's. Evelysia can communicate with Luna, but no one else can understand the familiar.

[User]
She definitely moves faster than a normal human... And she doesn't want to be followed.
A small grin came to her lips.
Well, I never was good at taking the hint.
Aruna strapped her bag to the tree and used her knife to mark it so that she could find it later. she would need full mobility, and her pack would slow her down.
She also removed her cloak and exposed the black scales on her forearms and back, as well as her tail, Tail Whip, and wings. She stretched her wings to get them loose, Then she began to move through the trees at a much quicker pace back towards the Redheaded... whatever she was. For all Aruna knew that woman was also here for the phoenix. And that was not a risk she would take.
As she ran on all fours through the tree's branches she flicked her tail and there was a small SHINK as the blades on the tail whip slid into position as a blade on the end of her tail. She also removed her knife and placed in her mouth so she could use all of her limbs to move rapidly through the trees.
Soon she began to feel that same presence she had earlier.
She's close.
 @JadedPetals

[Assistant] That noise. Ears say high. Infernape? Odd, early for his likes. Eyes scan. Wh - what in hell. INTRUDER. How? why? So much for the early birdy. *draw bow* Sharckits not attacking. No yawking. Looks human. Exorbitantly less breathing. Unarmed. Unfortunate. Must protect isle. Evade and distract

[User] Double trouble. New beast, not in the slightest unthreatening. Breath. Realign sights. Observe. Black scales. Razor Sharp tail. Wings. Climber. Brain, it can't be? Zakrom went rogue long ago and was put down. Spire claws won't do much damage hear. In need of backup. More eyes. Extra shade. YAWK YAWK YAWK. Oh now we speak up. Blood has been split. "Chika chika"

[Assistant]
Sigh... this is the last thing I need. Evelysia knitted her brows together in irritation. I don't feel like dealing with that brute. Where can I hide?

She dipped below a mangled tree and behind a thicket. Evelysia drew her cloak tightly around her, blending into the shadow.

[User]
Aruna slowed her dash through the trees and began to creep, using her draconian eyes to try and find the woman she had seen.
hmm.... I know she's in this area, but I need something to draw her out.
Aruna heard a buzzing as she sat thinking and looked up to see a Sythe Wasp nest. She grinned wickedly as an idea came to her. She cleared her voice and spoke so that she was sure the woman could hear.
"Hey! I know you're around here somewhere! And I'm giving you one chance to come out and give yourself up! You won't like the concequences!"
She stood on the branch, posed and waiting.

[Assistant] Anger. How dare - UGH. Don't touch my things. Riverspire doesn't belong to you. Love and I will have your head for this pain. "Greetings." "Ground dwellers; dig traps from here to mount Treble. Flyers; follow them both and keep me informed. Swingers; you know what to do. Be careful family, these are not our normal outsiders."

[User]
This is becoming increasingly annoying.

"What," her voice came out as a snarl, "do you want?"

[Assistant]
Aruna smiled.
"Well, what I want is none of your concern, but what I need, is for you to tell me who you are, why you're here and why in the name of the gods are you wearing those shoes?"

[User] Evelysia's right eye involuntarily twitched. "Who are you to ask me who I am?" Evelysia hissed.

[Assistant]
Aruna, looked around and scanned. She was looking around for anything that might hone in her diamiter of search. She readied her knife, and spoke.
"I'm the one whose going to make your day very bad if you don't answer me."

[User] "I am uninterested in being pestered by an impudent beast such as yourself. Leave me be. We're not alone, at any rate."

[Assistant] Can not allow trespassers into Eden. Too many secrets. Healing riverspires... Not my intended meal task. Found bag. Must search. Not in the open, it might come back. I'll take this.

[User]
Aruna's smile fell and she speaks in a soft, dangerous tone.
"Beast, huh?"
She cuts the stem of the Sythe wasp nest as she spins and hits the nest dead center while it falls, knocking it to ground in the general area where the woman should be. The nest smashes open and hundreds of Sythe wasps with inch long stingers that look like blades, and they seek out a target for their rage.
"I'll show you a beast."
She reaches into her pocket and brings out a small red stone, but she just holds it in her hand.

[Assistant] Wasps... Really? Evelysia sighs and steps out, simultaneously raking a claw-like nail down her forearm, producing blood that is nearly black. In another swift movement, she flings the blood at the wasps while muttering under her breath. The blood sears into the wasps, effectively burning them all.

[User] Moving to higher ground. Help is established. Must keep moving. Damned outskirts plenty capable of handling themselves. Eden is but 30 clicks south. Home, assess, plan, enact.

[Assistant]
Aruna jumped from the branch and flew towards the woman like an arrow, she felt her blood boiling.
You want to see a beast, I'll show you a beast!
At the last moment she spins forward so that her Tail whip, in mace form, comes rushing towards her prey.

[User] "Ow!" Wha - who. Murderer. Eden. Must get to Eden. Must recuperate.

[Assistant] Evelysia swings her body away from the foe, slipping around the tree. She quickly backs away. "I am uninterested in fighting you. Leave me be and we can go on with our lives."

[User]
Aruna's tail whip strikes the ground and She lands. She pulls her tail from the dirt and snaps it so that with a slight SHINK it becomes a blade at the tip of her tail.
"What are you in these woods for? Because I can only think of one reason a..."
She looks the woman up and down.
"... City girl, like yourself would bother coming into a cursed wood..."
She readies her knife.
"You're here for the Phoenix aren't you?"

[Assistant] Weakened and bewildered before high-noon. A long day begins!.

[User] "Clearly that's what you're here for," Evelysia quips back, raising a defined eyebrow.

[Assistant]
Aruna poises her tail over her like a scorpion's tail.
"Obviously. Which is why I can't really let you have it."

[User] "Or perhaps you're being a paranoid savage, and I am merely trying to cross these woods." Evelysia folds her arms across her chest, arching an eyebrow. "What need would you have for the likes of a phoenix, anyway?"

[Assistant] What blessings, a plucked log. The early bird really does catch the worm.

[User] Home sweet home. Stomach full. Pain subsided. Feeling much better. Down to business. What is in this bag?

[Assistant]
Aruna snorts and rolls her eyes.
"One. I am not a savage. Two, it's very, very unlikely that someone who uses blood magic and has no smell would be out in these particular, cursed, woods alone for nothing more than a stroll. Especially,"
Aruna motions to the extravagant and obviously expensive shoes the woman is wearing.
"in those shoes."

[User] "Right," Evelysia snaps. "Or perhaps it's not your business of why I am here. I owe no explanation to you. These are not your woods, that is not your phoenix, and I repeat, it is certainly not your business of why I am here. Though I owe you nothing," she hisses, "I am crossing these woods for a reason. I am not casually wandering about. And perhaps what I have on my person are the only things that I own. So if you indeed have a problem with my," she looks down, quirking an eyebrow, "smoldering shoes, I do not actually care."

[Assistant]
Aruna looks back down at the woman's shoes and sees that they are in fact smoking. She snaps her eyes down to her own feet and finds that they and also in the early stages of being eaten away.
"What the hell?"
The plants seem to be making a juice that dissolves their shoes as they walked. Aruna jumps up, spreads her wings and glides up to a tree branch.

[User] Healing that Riverspire took a lot of energy. Journey to Treble mount imperative. Scoundrels shall not hinder guardian responsibilities.

[Assistant] Evelysia sighs and sticks her foot out, looking over her shoe. "Pity. These were so nice." She turns her gaze up to the aggressive, winged woman above. "It seems even the grass is unwelcoming. I'm sure you've noticed something strange in the air. And... a strong maple scent."

[User]
Aruna slowly nods.
"Of course. The smell is almost overpowering. That's why I didn't recognize you didn't have a scent at first. And yes, I had my doubts, but... There is something wrong with these woods."
 She sighs.
"Listen... Why do you want the Phoenix? We might both be able to use it."

[Assistant] "I'm not even convinced the phoenix is even in these woods. Such a creature has only been a myth about these parts." Evelysia scans the trees around her.

[User] Interesting material, this bag. Stinks like dog. Rather heavy. Let's see. "Bleh", carnivore! These berries smell delightful and what a pretty color. What in the smooth ener -

[Assistant]
Aruna leans against the trunk of the tree.
"Well, you beleived in it enough that you came to this gods forsaken place. So, if it is here. What would you do with it?"

[User] Evelysia sighs, "As I said before, I am going through the woods. Not trying to wander about inside it, looking for some bird that may just be mere folklore and rumors. I find it rude for you to ask such things without offering up any answers for yourself, anyway."

[Assistant]
Aruna grins slightly.
"What can I say, I was raised by wolves."
Her grin falls.
"But I need that bird as well and I simply need to know if you're an enemy or an ally. And I haven't seen conclusive evidence of either."

[User] "Oh, hello Finn. What news?" I see, "Thank you brother, off you go". Grab Glenda and spireclaws. Put doggie bag in Poppins' case, for bartering reasons. Run.

[Assistant] A shadow crosses the glowing, violet eyes of Evelysia. "I was raised by a good mother, and therefore was taught manners. I suppose I lose some of them talking to those without them, but the point still stands. I tire of this conversation. I don't want to be your ally or your enemy. I simply want to be on my way."


[System]
Age: 13
Role: Older brother (13-15)
Appearance (photo or description):
Personality: Secluded and dark to most, a select few he opens up to.
Other: Alexandria's Genesis, somewhat broken on the inside

Name: Alex
Age: 3
Role: Toddler brother (2-3)
Appearance (photo or description):
Personality: (Despite pic,) He's very happy and bubbly and fun to be around.
Other: He's almost the exact opposite of his brother ^.

Name: Laurie 'Ren' Davis
Age: 13
Role: Side character
Appearance (photo or description):
Personality: Fun and bubbly
Other: Avary's best friend, also has a crush on him.

Name: Sebastian
Age: 16
Role: Cousin
Appearance (photo or description):
Personality: Techy. Very protective of his family, will do whatever it takes to keep them safe.
Other: He has little to no sense of privacy.

Name: Grayson
Age: 1
Role: Baby Boy
Appearance (photo or description): [No good pics I could find at the moment, may put one up] Has brown eyes and pale skin, with hair that is a dark brown.
Personality: Being an infant, changes at the drop of a hat.
Other: More sensitive than most children of his age to the emotions of those around him.

Name: Juno
Age: 12
Role: Middle Brother
Appearance (photo or description):
Personality: Very social and upbeat.
Other: Is described by most to be crazy, but has never been diagnosed.

Name: Shadow
Age: 8
Role: Cousin
Appearance (photo or description): (Later)
Personality: Very reserved to people that isn't her family.
Other: She has a lessened form of Kat's social anxiety, but it makes her nervous and antisocial around people she doesn't know.

[User] He shook his head, tears streaming down his face rapidly.

[Assistant] "Why not"

[User] "I'd rather die than not be with you Sarah, please don't leave."

[Assistant] "But I don't know"

[User] "You don't know what?"

[Assistant] "I dont know

[User] Juno hugged her.

[Assistant] She hugged him back

[User] "I love you sis."

[Assistant] "I love you to bro" she whispered

[User] "Are you going to come home?"

[Assistant] "I don't know Juno"

[User] "Please come home."

[Assistant] She nodded quietly

[User] He hugged her.

[Assistant] She hugged him back

[User] "Time to go home?"

[Assistant] She nodded quietly

[User] Juno turned back to Ella and Avary.

[Assistant] They went back to the car

[User] Juno sat next to Sarah.

[Assistant] Sarah curled into him

[User] Juno hugged her.

[Assistant] Shhe held him tight

[User] As did Juno.

[Assistant] "I am sorry"

[User] "It's OK Sarah." Juno said, crying happy tears now.

[Assistant] Sarah held him close

[User] Juno held her close as well.

[Assistant] She cried in his arms

[User] Avary saw the house approaching.

[Assistant] Ella kept driving

[User] Avary yawned slightly but stifled it.

[Assistant]
(Any chance of pm)
Ella got home quickly

[User]
(Which one?)
Avary got out at the house and stretched.

[Assistant]
(The rps)
The others got out and went to the house

[User]
(Which one of the rps)
Avary and Juno went in with them.

[Assistant]
(both Keke and Kat)
Sarah hugged Juno

[User] Juno hugged her back.

[Assistant] "I am sorry"

[User] "It's OK."

[Assistant] She nodded quietly

[User]
Juno smiled.
Avary sat down on the couch and yawned, but failed to stifle it this time.

[Assistant] Ella giggled

[User] "What?" Avary says raising an eyebrow. "Am I somehow humorous to you?"

[Assistant] She shrugged

[User] "OK." He said and yawned, his eyes growing heavy.

[Assistant] "It is getting late go to bed"

[User] "I'm fine Ella." Avary said.

[Assistant] "Avary you are almost falling asleep"

[User] "No I'm not Ella. I'm not even tired." He told her. He was being adamant against sleeping like when he was a child.

[Assistant] "GO TO BED" she yelled (I need to let song lyrics out he can stay awake and stop her after hearing the shuffling and stuff and reading the note)

[User]
(Kay)
Avary jumped at the yelling. "Jesus, I'm going, I'm going." He said and went up to his room.

[Assistant]
Ella got a piece of paper after everyone went to bed and wrote:
"Look at me now are you proud of your precious Sister?"
And then
"I'm sorry Avary, but this world is just not my place
I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in
I've come to realize this world's full of sin
There's nothing for me here, I'm just a waste of space
I've got no reason to stay here with this awful race
It's a disgrace, I was misplaced
Born in the wrong time and in the wrong place
It's ok though, 'cause you'll see me soon
You'll know when your time has come, just look at the moon
As it shines bright, throughout the night
And remember everyone's facing their own fights
But i can't deal with this pain, I'm not a fighter
You'll make it through the night, just hug your pillow tighter
So let the world know that I died in vain
Because the world around me is the one to blame
And I know in a year you'll forget I'm gone
'Cause I'm not really something to be dwelled on
That's what they used to tell me, all those kids at school
So I'm going by the law majority rules
My presence on this earth is not needed any longer
And if anything I hope this makes you stronger
You're the best friend that I ever had
Such a shame I had to make you so very sad
Just remember that you meant everything to me
And to my heart, you're the only one that held the key
Now it's time to go I'm running out of space to write
And yes I lost my fight, but please just hold on tight
I'm watching over you from the clouds above
And sending down the purest and whitest dove
To watch over you and be my helpful eye
So this is it world...
Goodbye!"

She moved a chair and tied a rope around her neck, standing on the chair.

[User] Avary tried to sneak downstairs, when he saw Ella attempting suicide. "ELLA!" He yelled and ran to her.

[Assistant] She stood there. "Avary, read the note" She whispered. "It is for you" Her foot was ready to kick the chair over

[User] Avary ignored her and grabbed her, to stop her.

[Assistant] "What are you doing" she yelled

[User] "Keeping you from dying."

[Assistant] "But I want to die" she was about to kick the chair over, if she didn't get down soon she was going to kill herself. "Read the note"

[User] Avary grabbed it and read it quickly. He clenched it tightly. "Ella. I have felt this exact way before. The human race is despicable and it can't change, I've come to terms with that. But don't kill yourself becausd of them!"

[Assistant] She shook her head as one foot slipped as the other one was keeping her alive but it was slipping

[User] Avary tried to steady her.

[Assistant] "I think I am going to fall"

[User] "Somebody, HELP!" He yelled, hoping someone would wake up and hear.

[Assistant]
Sarah ran down and saw, scared.
"I am fine Avary"

[User] Avary made sure she was actually fine. He looked over at Sarah, grateful she had come so quickly.

[Assistant] Sarah got her down

[User]
Avary sat down, still extremely tired.
Juno heard the commotion downstairs, and not wanting to be left out of the action, went down, or more accurately, fell, down the stairs, still half asleep. "What'd I miss?"

[Assistant]
Sarah ran to him. "Nothing"
Ella was staring at the noose

[User]
"YAAWN! Got it." He said, almost falling over from how tired he was too.
Avary made sure Ella didn't go for the noose again.

[Assistant]
Her hand reached out for it.
She nodded

[User] "Ella." Avary said forcefully.

[Assistant] She moved her hand. "What" she was staring at it

[User] "Don't." He said.

[Assistant] "I am not doing anything," her hand reached to it and played with it above her head

[User]
"Fine." Avary said, but kept watching her hand.
Juno yawned again. "So, how's everything going?" He asked Sarah.

[Assistant]
Her other had was rubbing her neck as she sat on the chair that she had been standing on
"Ok" she whispered

[User] "That's good." He said and leaned against a wall so not to fall over.

[Assistant] She got onto her knees on the chair closer to standing now

[User]
"Ella!" Avary said and stood up quickly.
"Gah!" Juno said, surprised by Avary and fell over.

[Assistant] "What I am fine" she lied

[User] "Then why are you kneeling on the chair?"

[Assistant] "It is comfy" she lied

[User] "Fine." Avary said and walked over and took down the noose.

[Assistant] She grabbed it back from him

[User] Avary grabbed an end back, basically engaging in tug of war.

[Assistant] She pulled harder

[User] Avary pulled harder too.

[Assistant] She managed to pull it out of his hands. "It is mine"

[User] "Stop trying to kill yourself."

[Assistant] "I am not going to"

[User] "Then what do you need a noose for?"

[Assistant] "It is mine"

[User]
"Fine." Avary said angrily amd stomped back to his room.
"What's his deal?" Juno asked, getting up from the floor.

[Assistant] Sarah shrugged

[User] Juno nodded tiredly.

[Assistant] Ella played with the noose

[User] Avary flopped onto his bed, frustrated with life.

[Assistant] She played with the noose

[User] Juno walked over, "So, why are you playing with a noose?"


[System]
Age: 25

Gender: Female

Bio:

 Born in the gutters by her local Mage's Guild, Tanya was an orphan who pickpocketed power from wizards. Hers is an insatiable thirst for fortune and glory, combined with a magpie-like talent for taking and hoarding interesting trinkets. In back-alleys between witches and warlocks, she made whispered legends of herself as a dealer of lost wands, interesting scrolls, and dangerous beasts. Over time, the scrawl of her lifetime spent in the business of magic made its way to her skin, her body a ledger for transactions of reality bending power. With her own knowledge and a series of kept promises and well-backed blackmails with real arcanists, she became a talented mage in her own right, and is always looking for a deal.

Powers and Abilities:

Signature Technique

Pure magecraft, writ unto Tanya's body over her years of experience. She has several different abilities based on the tattoos she's inscribed into her skin, and the amount of her own life energy she intends to feed her spell.

Binding Contract: Tanya has the ability to inscribe circles of ink into surfaces which magically entrap anybody who touches them. Without extended preparation, these circles can range in size from anywhere to the width of her outstretched palm to a diameter of four and a half feet wide. These circles can hold a victim for roughly twice the time spent used to create it, and remain on the surface they've been inscribed to for the same amount of time. With focus, larger ones can be created to detain larger threats, and smaller ones can be applied directly to bind the movement of muscles or joints on an opponent's body. These circles can be broken with relatively little effort by trained mages, and exceptionally strong individuals should be able to force their way out of most binds. Furthermore, ranged attacks or traps are still very usable from within a Binding Contract. Tanya herself is unaffected by these circles, and can even hide them among the tattoos on her own body to catch would be wrestlers by surprise.

Feather of Innocence: By pressing her palm to her chest, Tanya can manifest the outlines of wings at her back, which allow her to hover or fly for short distances. She is able to levitate for up to thirty minutes while using other abilities, and can charge at a maximum of almost forty miles an hour. These feathers can also be used for combat applications, as they can cushion blows that land among them, and be fired as a cloud of magical shrapnel. Furthermore, Feather of Innocence is extremely versatile in that it can be combined with her other Signature Techniques, such as Binding Contract and Rules Snake, to give her ink blasts stunning capabilities, or impose the Pact at a greater range.

Rules Snake: Tanya has managed to seal a demon at the nape of her neck, a malevolent being that serves as the linchpin of her magical powers at the price of demanding souls. Writ between the lines of spellwork on her body are the codes and dictates by which Rules Snake is able to act, and it states that in order to drain the soul from a victim, it must establish contracts with the one it seeks to consume.

 In combat, this means that Tanya's touch will allow Rules Snake to bite its victim, marking them in unknowable runes as a manifestation of its demonic Pact. Once a mark is made, Tanya can impose terms upon the opponent, often relevant to the battle at hand, such that they may not use their right hand, or that they may not open their left eye for the next thirty seconds. Tanya need not announce her terms, but once she has set them, the opponent should be filled with a zealous obsession to make their own terms. If the opponent fails to provide a counteroffer, Rules Snake will manifest from the original wound and devour their soul. If the opponent is willing to play this game, they may impose counter-terms upon Tanya, which she will innately understand, and must abide by until one of the combatant's souls is extinguished. Should she reject the terms outright, Rules Snake will consume her, and seek a new master. If she is able to deal further damage to her opponent with Rules Snake, the Pact with her personal demon will be fulfilled for the moment, and its hunger will be kept at bay for just a little bit longer...

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Physical Coordination

 She is able to move with impressive grace and speed, built through years of practice dodging hexes among ramparts and towers. Her movement style in urban areas bears a striking resemblance to modern parkour, which she can augment through the use of the Feather of Innocence. Furthermore, her hand to hand combat style emphasizes the use of joint locks, strikes to pressure points, deception and decisiveness. She'd make quite a show out of modern special forces.

Weapons and Equipment:

Quill

 A dagger with a four inch long handle and a five inch long blade, the image of a snake carved into each flat of the metal as an ornate blood groove. The wood encasing its fine steel is grooved perfectly to Tanya's grasp. She's able to manipulate it expertly, separating meat from bone with as little trouble as she separates her customers from their ill-gotten cash. It's been with her so long that the metal has become somewhat attuned to her mana, and she can channel her abilities through it through slashes, thrusts, or throws.

Misc. Equipment

* Parchment
* Ink Stone
* Razor Wire, Leather wrapped coil
* Small Bottle of Oil
* Matches

[User]
It was a vast world with many kinds of people. For some does power manifest differently. Zande had made good on his rebuttal, but yet had Tanya offered a recourse of her own. His last terms had been "use no weapon". In the stead of another round of terms, she had instead opted to claw at his torso and scream for his soul. Even if that were meant to be a term, any wiseass magician or Harvard lawyer in this realm or the next would be quick to point out that such a thing would be, in a court of law, referred to as a claim and an iffy one at best. Not only that, but she was plunging through her own taboo to try and make a kill. If the innate power to take souls at a touch was indeed within her grasp, then one with as much living vigor as the terrible Zande would have a high resistance to an attack with so little metaphysical weight. Ah, but a dagger to the eye. Now that was the sort of thing that could snuff a monkey real good. But Tanya was not the only one that had a nasty trick up her sleeve. The human body can hold just as many surprises as a wizard's hat.

Zande's body went soft after the dagger was raised, his muscles sagging and bulging outwards. Flabby. Plump. As if they had become putty beneath his skin. Self induced hyposthenia. He allowed himself to weaken. To give in a little. To let her win, just a bit. He knew she would probably see her chance and go for it. A momentary lapse through which she may try to shove her essence through in one titanic assault. Go for it. Stab. Skewer. Pull out the soul.

Except...
The cannibal had only brought his body to the supreme point of relaxation so that he could then contract it with the greatest amount of force that he could possibly exert. The brief power he exploded with now would make his strength from before seem like that of a pregnant schoolmarm. He intended to obliterate any hold she had over him in a single go. The knife could be dealt with after he was free. Paltry steel may draw out his blood, but once he had ruined her aim, in which way might be reckoned with depending upon how she'd react to his actions, then he would be back in his familiar territory. A physical plane where he could freely maul her to death.

[Assistant] The ghosts of the Moschet Museum looked upon the scene before them, hungry for the desperation of the living, and perhaps for one of them to join their number. Tanya raised her knife to Zande's eye, but even through the rankling, skinless sensation of being a knife's breadth from throwing away her soul, Tanya noticed that something seemed horribly, intensely wrong. As she pulled her blade close to his eye, she noticed a glint that was even sharper than her Quill in his clouded, crazed gaze, the foreboding of a hurricane that had already broke the levys. Under her fingertips, she noticed the subtlety of the change, some sort of trick underneath Zande's skin, and raw survival instinct kicked her hard in the kidneys. She jumped back as the cannibal forced his way out of the magical binds, only able to stumble back a scant few feet before he would undoubtedly have pulled his axes to bear. Her only hope would be to stand her ground, fling her feathers forward in time to carve the monster's soul out of its body. Panic bubbled at the back of her throat; unable to drive the knife home, there was just this one ghost of a chance left to survive.

[User] Zande's hyposthenian eruption tore him loose of the bindings, but also allowed Tanya to slip free of his clutches. Both axes were snatched up in an instant as the heaving parody of a man once more came upon Tanya. If she tried to bombard him with the feathers, this time he'd be ready. The cannibal's senses were honed to the utmost and he could pick them apart from the darkness. The twin weapons would whir into a flurry of mad strokes, none of the inky projectiles getting past the broad blades and the headhunter's steel mask. He was like a black tidal wave of smoke, all consuming and revealing nothing. He'd be aiming to rush in upon her, getting as close as possible before he made his move.

[Assistant] Her heart beating wildly in her chest, Tanya made the only counter she could. The axes flicked up at the speed of thought, and Zande rushed her with the fury of a sudden squall. Tanya's only move was to drop her Quill, feathers of innocence wrapped about the tiny blade, and press her left palm into the ground. She strained herself to create one more Binding Contract, wide and broad enough to catch the hunter unless he attempted to stomp her into the stones. It was forged in less than half a second to last less than one, enough time and effort and magic to stick one of the cannibal's thunderous boots to the floor. She hoped against hope it would be enough to create the opening she needed, and yet the determination to survive burned in her eyes. That glint. Perhaps Zande would see it, a challenge from a will that could match his insanity, potion or not.

[User] Zande, oddly enough, had seen something like that before. Not the ink magic, but the way she positioned herself. It was what an earth mage did before a stalagmite went straight up your asshole, or quicksand sucked you down. Point is that something was being channeled into the ground, and remaining there would suck most royally. Zande was a lunatic, not a fool. He'd make a great leap over straight over the spreading pattern of ink with the speed of a startled cat. His left axe would thunder down with such apocalyptic vehemence that the strike might damn near hack the woman into two pieces, from the left clavicle down past the chest cavity.

[Assistant]
Each of her tattoos was a story of survival. Her body was covered in them, and as her eyes narrowed at the cannibal, she was unshakably certain that she would add one more when she got out of this one alive. She too, was no fool-- for one, it be idiocy to commit her last spell to a move that she was well aware the cannibal could dodge. No, this Binding Contract wasn't a trap. It was bait.

Zande made a monstrous leap over the last spell Tanya had the strength to write into the world, and brought the axe down like a thunderbolt. With all the speed that Tanya had, the same burst of acceleration that had let her dodge Zande's ferocious kick, she dove low as he jumped high and stretched her fingers out to her dropped knife. She gripped the handle as the axe came down and focused her will to the blade, flinging the handful of feathers that stuck to it like shrapnel from underneath and behind the crazed cannibal. The Hot Steppa would probably bury itself next to her left shoulderblade at the same time her last feathers sliced through Zande's skin, but with the patterns of her wings still floating behind her, she prayed it wouldn't be fatal. This was one more desperate move-- the last she made before she felt the velvet of unconsciousness press at the edges of her vision.

[User]
Tanya was a tricky one, and had a level of foresight that would put most tacticians to shame. But there was a miscalculation, one that might have been easily overlooked in the heat of battle. Hot Steppa had a sibling which occupied Zande's other hand, and it wasn't just there for looks. Tanya would be within reach of her knife, but before she could grasp it or channel her magic into the weapon she may suddenly see what appeared to be a guillotine crash down and sever her arm at the elbow, the large blade cracking the tiles beneath. Jancro. It was a sudden potshot that Zande combined with the downwards momentum of his initial swing. Few mortals could keep up with the headhunter in speed when he was jacked-up, but even fewer could match his reflexes. Of course he had no idea that she could kill him in one hit, or that she could fire more razors from the knife. He'd have little idea that a split second could cost him his life. He had merely seen what he believed to be a last ditch effort to try and give him a spiteful stab. As for Hot Steppa, perhaps the wings could prevent it from cleaving through her shoulder blade and into the heart, along with how the sudden throwing of Jancro would have modestly reduced the amount of muscle Zande was able to put into the hit, but with the Wildman's entire weight behind the strike it might still very possibly go through the scapula and sever the subclavian artery, making her bleed out as she fainted. A bullet to the shoulder in the movies was nonlethal. In the real world it was just as deadly as a shot to the carotid.

(Edit: Just to make it clear, he threw Jancro)

[Assistant] A cross of wills, and a moment of decision. Tanya dove down against the icy cobblestones, black ink chasing white clouds of breath as she grasped for her chance at survival. She grasped at the hilt of her knife, channeling the last of her energy, the last scraps of her fear into the feathers she'd left behind, when a slab of cold metal slammed into her vision with a clang. That was the last sound she heard. The reflection of moonlight, a silhouette of combat stained across the metal the last thing she saw. Blindly she flung out the last Feathers of Innocence, her magic burying itself in Zande's back to rip his soul from his body. The cannibal had taken her arm just below the elbow, somehow mustering the presence of mind to react to her guile. She neither knew nor cared. Fate is cruel, and demons even more so, as Zande would soon learn from the Rules Snake that was already feasting on his life.


[System]
Race: Undead
Class: Doom Knight

Blessings: Immortality - She doesn't age.

Inventory:
Magic Vault Bag- Has the storing capacity of 1x3 chest.

Doom Knight Armor: Magical Armor that boost Dark Magic and Defense.

Undead Dragon Sword: A dark magical sword with the blade made out of dragon scales and the hilt from the bones. Causes Dark magic damage. Once belonged to a vampire lord.

Devil Beast Sword: a powerful swift moving blade. Boosts Attack power.

Red Paladin: A beatiful red dress with black and white designs. Red gloves and white boots.

Amazon Garb: Traditional Amazonian 'armor'

[User]
"Yeah, here they ride all sort of different creatures." Nai replied." I've seen dwarves ride those things known as bears." Nai reminded what bears looked like to Alex, since they actually saw one the first day after appearing in this world." And I've seen people ride small dragons too~ Lot's of different creatures, not like in Spira where we could only tame chocobos."

 Alex clearly tried to stop Nai form entering the shop, but her vampire body gave a certain degree of strength, so she managed to drag her inside the shop with little problem.

 "Yes she does, doesn't she?" Nai smiled at the woman's mention that Alex looks like an amazon." But I like your looks! You will look stunning!" Nai giggled. She now wanted to see Alex in a dress even more." Besides will you really not at least try one or two?" The vampire suddenly asked with sad voice and gave the red head a pair of big puppy dog teary eyes.

 "Yeah, the right dress! Do you have something to go with her red hair?" The vampire asked." In the mean time, I would like to try some good clothes for adventuring. Maybe a white shirt, a skirt, a pair of long leather boots and a leather vest." The necromancer said with a smile.

[Assistant]
Alex blinked at the compliment, shifting slightly and pausing from trying to get away from th accursed clothing store filled with dresses. Shifting a little, she glanced away. "You're much more stunning." she responded before looking at the vampire and seeing a sad puppy dog face. Twitching a little, the tall woman stared for a moment. Trying very hard not to fall for it but in the end gave a soft sigh and grumbled a bit.

"Fiiiiine. Only for you Nai. One dress." the tall red head muttered.

The shopkeeper smiled before nodding to Naisha. "Ah yes, I have just the thing for her." she said, picking out a red and white dress and held it up to the Doom Knight. Alex stared at it before taking it, looking it over before groaning and going over to the changing room.

"How the hell do you put these on?" Alex grumbled.

"Do you need help?" The woman asked.

"I got it." Alex responded, closing her eyes and making the armor disappear before changing into the dress, grumbling all the while.

The woman chuckled before smiling to Naisha and leading her over to a rack of clothes. "Awe yes, we have plenty of adventuring clothes as well. Comfortable and easy to move in, but doesn't get too damaged easily." she said.

After a bit, Alex finally came out of the dressing room, arms crossed over her chest, her face red.

Shifting a bit, she stared at the floor. "There happy? I look ridiculous..." she grumbled.

[User]
'Victory!' Naisha though with a huge grin on her face as Alex gave in to the puppy eyes move. " Hehehe…"

 "Miss, you have a good eye. It was indeed worth it to drag her here." Nai said to the shop lady once she handed Alex a red and white dress. "You are welcome. The fact that you are happy means I did my job well." The woman replied with happy voice while handing her the adventuring clothes she requested. Truth was that if not for the doom knight's armor or her necromancer robes, both she and Alex would have been able to walk around even without the illusion.

 As her red haired friend left the changing room with and a grumpy expression appeared on her face, Nai's eyes opened wide as she dropped the skirt she was holding in her hands. Alex clearly had a shy and frustrated look on her face. Her red face was soo cute…

 "So… so… so… SO COOL!" Nai shouted and jumped on the red head's neck again." SOLD!!! We are buying this!" Naisha said with happy voice, before letting go of Alex's neck. Then turned to the shop lady and moved very close whispering in her ear so Alex don't hear." I would also request a little something…" After quickly explaining what she wanted, the woman went away and returned with small wooden case." Here is you order miss. Everything including the clothes and this, amounts to 7 silver pieces." The woman said and Nai quickly pulled the money from her bag, taking her wooden case and the clothes with her.

" Alex, what do you say you don't change those clothes for now?" Nai asked as she finished paying for the clothing." I want to show of what beautiful companion I have~"

[Assistant]
Alex blinked as she was jumped on again, lithe arms wrapped around her neck as Naisha gave a happy shout. Seeming to quite like the outfit, though Alex couldn't understand why. But as long as it made the vampire happy, the tall woman supposed it was alright. As Naisha shouted out 'sold' Alex's eyes snapped wide open in shock before quickly responding.

"What?! Sold?! What?! Nai!" Alex shouted, watching Naisha let go before going to the shopkeeper and whispering something.

The red head glared, grumbling as she fussed with the dress, feeling weird being in such foreign clothing. Lightly pulling the hem of the dress that held itself just over her chest. When Naisha spoke to her, Alex crossed her arms again and looked at her friend with narrowed eyes.

"You didn't say anything about this. Just that you wanted me to try it, not wear it around." Alex grumbled before heaving a heavy sigh as she uncrossed her arms and put her gloved hands on her hips.

"Since you seem to like it though... You sure I don't look weird? Ugh... I'll wear it. Since you got me a fancy sword. You better help me get this thing off though when you're done checking me out. Soak it in cause I'm so not doing this again." Alex said firmly but wrapped a arm around Naisha. Pondering why she always seemed to relent to the vampire.

[User]
"Hmmm… I didn't?" Nai asked with innocent voice, giving Alex the puppy eyes again." But… but… but… you look so good in it…" The vampire said with almost sad voice." You look so cool in that dress, so mature and beautiful…"

 "Yes I'm sure~ You look just perfect!" Naisha almost sang the words as Alex wrapped an arm around her " You can be sure I won't be forgetting this sight anytime soon." The vampire whispered as she reached with her arms around the neck of the taller woman and pulled in for a kiss. The shop lady turned bright red as she witnessed the scene unfolding before her.

 "Hmm I wanted to have you walk around town with me so I can show off how beautiful you are, but since you dislike it so much, why don't I come help you get changed? You can also help me~" Naisha said as she gently pulled Alex back towards the changing room." Please prepare a magic bag for us by the time we get changed." Naisha asked the woman who sold them the clothes. Her face was still red from embarrassment, but she nodded and quickly went somewhere in the store to find one of the magic bags.

 "Now, let's get you out of that beautiful dress then." Nai whispered as she began helping her friend take of the dress." Hmm you know, we should bind your swords to you too. Then you will be able to make them vanish and reappear as your armor."

 After they finished taking of Alex's beautiful dress, Nai began taking off her own magic robe to get into the adventuring clothes she choose. Quickly putting on the skirt , she then put on the white shirt, followed by the leather vest and the high leather boots.

 "What do you think? Does it suit me?" The vampire asked and made a spin so her friend could see her from every side.

[Assistant]
"Well if it's just fo you, I'll wear it if you ask super nicely." Alex said before she blushed more at the compliments, smiling a little and returning the kiss happily. Wrapping her arms around the vampire's waist and deepening the kiss, chuckling as the shopkeeper blushed, although she was blushing herself. The Doom Knight blinked as she was pulled into the dressing room, slowly undressing herself and pulling at the laces as Naisha assisted.

"Mhmm kinky. Didn't think you were into this kind of thing, out in public." Alex teased, folding the dress up before having her armor appear and cover her body. Then helping Naisha put on her clothes, sliding her strong fingers over the cold frame.

When Naisha was fully dressed and spun around, Alex stared for a moment and grinned, sliding her arms around Naisha'swaist and kissing her forehead. "Mhmm very. You look quite stunning." she grinned in approval.

[User]
"Don't you dare tempt me~ I'm putting a lot of willpower into resisting the urge to jump you right here and now and show you exactly what kinky could entail." Nai replied with a giggle as Alex's finger ran down her body.

 "Really? Hhehehe… I'm glad you like it." The vampire replied and did another spin. It was a nice reminder to their good days in Spira, before they went on that journey and everything fell apart. It was roughly since then, when Nai last went around to shop for clothing. After they came to this world they didn't have any money to spare and later Alex died. When Nai became a vampire, she only wore the clothes she was given by her master at the time. Even the necromanic robe she was wearing earlier she was just doing so since that's all she was given at the time.

 She enjoyed the feel of the tight robe and the eyes it attracted, but these clothes she wore right now while looking as good on her as the robes, were times more comfortable. She was going to bind her necromancer robes later so she can quickly put them on when she needs them.

 "Excuse me, but I have the magic bag you asked for." Nai heard the voice of the shop lady and left the changing room, pulling Alex by the hand. After quickly pulling a decent sized red gem from her bag, Nai handed it to the woman to pay for the bag.

 "There you go, for you!" Nai said and handed the small leather bag to Alex." This is a magic bag like my own. You can carry a lot of things and they won't even weight you down! Now let's head to the stable and buy us some horses." The vampire stated and headed towards the exit of the clothes shop.

 The stables were pretty big for a town this size. They probably housed about 20 horses for sale. They needed to get a pretty strong pair of horses because Alex's armor weighted quite a bit. Naisha personally would have been a lot happier if they had a flying carpet or something like that, but horses were going to do for now.

[Assistant]
"Oh~ I heard the word dare~ How much are you on edge?" Alex smirked teasingly, wrapping her strong arms around the vampire. Gingerly brushing her fingers up along the small of the mage's back. Brushing her lips against the left ear before pulling away as the shopkeeper's voice rang out. Following Naisha, Alex curiously looked at the bag as she took it from the Necromancer, examining it curiously at the item.

"This little thing? Cool, thanks. Will make traveling a whole lot easier." the tall red head grinned as she attached the bag to her hip before following after Naisha.

Seeing the stables, Alex awed at it for a moment as she examined the place curiously. The horses nickered a bit at the presence of the undead. Scanning over a few horses, Alex clicked her tongue thoughtfully before pausing in front of one stable. A large deep dark red horse stood there, head hanging out of the stall. Having a white diamond Mark in the center of its forehead. It had a dark blue hue to its eyes and when Alex approached it gave a neigh, bobbing its head up and down.

[User]
"The I'm ready to jump on you, strip you and do to you everything I did last night, right here in this changing room." She replied with a giggle before pulling her outside.

 "Animals have pretty good senses so they can sense our nature through the illusion." Nai mentioned in passing." They won't cause a scene since our presence is strong enough, but not every horse will just submit to be our rides" The vampire stated, looking at the many different animals. Many of which were cowering from the mere presence of Alex and Nai.

 "Now that's unusual… It seems to have taken a liking to you." The necromancer said as she saw that horse who was seemingly taking an interest in Alex. A mount who doesn't fear it's rider is a must have for an undead. " You like it? It kind of reminds me of you~" She asked the doom knight.

 "Ahhh you have great eye, ladies. That's one of our best horses in our stable." A middle aged man with quite the good clothing appeared and already began with the sales talk. ' I'm so going to find that flying carpet or just fly on a broom…' Nai thought before smiling to the man." Yes, we are searching for a pair of horses to ride. Preferably very strong ones that could stand a lot of travel without rest."

[Assistant]
"Mhmm I don't think I'd have any complaints with that." Alex grinned a bit. Naisha sure was quite more foreword, but it wasn't a bad thing. And the tall woman found it impossible to find any sort of complaint with the necromancer's skill.

Looking at the large red horse, Alex stroked the muzzle and horse gave a soft neigh. "Yeah I like it. And you're right... Big, red, and fearless. My kind of horse." Alex chuckled before her eyes turned toward the middle aged man as he spoke.

"Awe yes, this one is quite feisty. Red Hare usually are. Won't find many horses that can match strength and speed like this beauty. But they're usually quite temperamental and difficult to handle. As for other strong traveling horses, here are the best ones we have on hand." The man said, waving to the other side with four different large horses.