[System]
Other:"Why does being bad feel so good?"

Username: FancyKiddo
Age: 18

Gender: Female

Main: Evelynn

Appearance: Iris is one of those people who easily fades into the background. It helps that she's short (just about 4'10") and appears even younger than her age. She's not a particular beauty, either; one could not truthfully describe her as thin, and she doesn't dress in any way to draw especial attention to her good aspects.

Her Filipino heritage shines through not only in her height, but also in her very Asian facial features, long black hair, and skin color. Thankfully, she's put on her weight in a rather non-Asian manner, gaining some appreciable curves with the pounds.

Iris dresses in the most casual of clothes, often combining tiny shorts with long Tees and tanks, throwing a sweater on top, and calling it a day.

True Appearance: When channeling her main's powers at full tilt, Iris' appearance changes from head to foot. Most noticeably, she grows a few inches and her skin becomes a sickly, cold, blue-tinged color. Heels grow from her ankles, adding a couple more inches, and vicious guantlet-like nails grow over her hands. She even slims down a bit, as her mass doesn't change even though she grows.

Whatever clothes she is wearing become girded in belts and underwires, becoming more supportive and close-fitting.

Shadow Walk (Passive)- Iris fades into the background even more than previously, becoming supernaturally-difficult to notice or keep one's attention on unless she is drawing attention to herself.

In True form, Iris literally becomes invisible.

Hate Spike- When her negative emotions boil over, those around Iris feel intense internal pain, as if they've had spikes jammed through their torsos.

In True form, Iris has control over when and who her hate attacks.

Dark Frenzy- With a sudden burst of agility, Iris escapes, followed by an increase in movement speed.

Ravage- Iris tears into someone with her claws, becoming empowered to continue at an increased pace for a few seconds. Only available in True form, or if Iris is using a short bladed weapon.

Agony's Embrace- Spikes thrust from the ground around Iris, dealing health and prana damage to anyone nearby. This damage is siphoned into a shield surrounding Iris for 6 seconds.

Personality: Iris shares many of the faults of others with her sort of wealth, but can also lay claim to a few largely unique to herself. She doesn't quite understand the importance of money, and so can often be callous when faced with someone struggling in that field. Her parents have taught her well that if one really wants money, one will work for it, and that hasn't left much room for her to pity those who deserve it.

She's also guilty of having rather expensive tastes, and of being a snob when it comes to things that are lesser.

And, even given her great wealth, Iris can't help herself when she sees something that someone else has; she's a kleptomaniac of the worst sort, one who truly has no need at all for the things that she steals. Often, she dumps them as soon as she has gotten away with the crime, and the thrill is gone.

That's not to say that Iris doesn't have some good qualities! She is generous to those whom she does not believe will take advantage of her generosity, she's generally a fun person to be around, and she makes acquaintances easily, with an uncanny ability to remember names even if she's only ever talked to someone once, on the phone, years ago.

She's also learned, the hard way, what it is like to have good-weather friends. She doesn't trust others enough to rely on them any longer, but she is a very loyal friend as long as someone will have her.

Short Biography: Most people have very few chances to deem themselves "lucky" in their lifetimes; it seems as if luck gravitates toward certain people instead of dissipating evenly. Say they are born under lucky stars, or that the gods smile on them, or whatever you will, but it remains the same: some people just have all the luck.

Iris is one of those people. Well, rather, the son or daughter of her parents, one a CEO of a large technology company, the other the owner of a large diner chain, whoever that may have been, was one of those people. Just turns out that Iris was the daughter of her parents.

Hers was never a life of want. She had the nicest clothes before she could even appreciate them, tutors came to her house, and would be replaced if she did not like them. She ate the finest foods of the land, attended the nicest parties, and had the most pleasant nannies.

One almost wonders where things went wrong. Did her acts of rebellion start as a plea to get her busy parents' attention? Did she like going to the principal's office of her nice private school? Was there a special someone whom she wished to see on the police force? I suppose that, since not even Iris knows, it will always be a mystery. But what started as petty thievery quickly became an obsession, a compulsion, and quickly landed her in trouble. But hey, she likes trouble!

Her thievery introduced her to League, actually. She punked some small kid as he escaped from a 7/11 with gift cards in hand, and her first free RP cards were interesting enough to get her hooked on the game. She wandered without aim for a while, without a main, until the Safecracker Evelynn skin came out. It was too good a match to pass up, and Evelynn became Iris' main.

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Aliron stared at Sully skeptically. "So let me get this straight. We all got kidnapped cause your 'organization' let a geek make a machine that gave people superpowers use it on himself and is now a power hungry scientist dude? What's more he's so super that your whole secret organization shtick can't bring him down? If so then what make us safe here? Finally." At this a more serious glint shone in Aliron's eyes and his voice changed from the escalating anger and disdain to cold focus. "Where is my god dam suitcase?" Odd purple distortions in the air occurred around him.

At this point it wasn't even really about the suitcase. Aliron could care less about the suitcase's contents. It was what the suitcase represented that he wanted back. Aliron was, though he may not seem it, a fairly young individual with practically no experience outside of his own personal world. His city jump had been a decision that was rather reckless and poorly thought through. His time in this new city had been somewhat stressful as he'd been able to accomplish little, had no friends there and had done a surprisingly poor job of making them. He knew these people around him were judging him even now. His self-confidence had already been dwindling. The party was supposed to fix that, make some friends, have some food, maybe win something. Instead he'd been robbed and kidnapped, and locked into area 51 by the Illuminati. Yesterday hadn't been a great day. Today was a downright rotten day so far. In fact his whole week hadn't been much fun and to cap it all off the voices wouldn't shut up. Aliron was kind of at his breaking point. So he needed something tangible to ground himself again. To someone who didn't know these things his demand no doubt seemed trivial and petty. Aliron was well aware of this and in his mind, was all the more reason he should get his suitcase back. Was it really so much to ask?

[Assistant]
"So we've got our Professor Viktor going crazy on us then?"

Alexis nodded along as she listened to the mans explanation, albeit crazy as it was. She clenched a fist, looking at her hand as she felt the potential energy once again, before relaxing again once more. It did seem quite out there, something way beyond what seemed physically possible, though unusual night after unusual night, and here we are. Now she's in the middle of nowhere, under the 'protection' (she believed it but was slightly skeptical) of Mr. Ravello. She shook her head though, looking around. The first guy to speak up had some serious questions, which she figured she wouldn't get anywhere by asking the same. So after he was done, Nova followed with her own."Two questions. Is it just us? And what did you end up doing to yourself?

[User]
Noelle kept quiet and followed after Whitney, holding onto the girl's clothes as an afraid child, always hiding behind her with face filled with fear and suspicion. She didn't really trust this Sully character. He abducted them! Like a common criminal, he drugged them so they couldn't resist and now htey were in this place god knows where. She feared what he would do if they refused to play by his rules.

 When he explained the situation, Noelle made an irriated explression, glaring at him without moving away from Whitney. The Aliron guy asked some pretty valid questions there... except the one about hte suitcase. What made them safer here? There was no way this place would truly be safe from whomever had the skills to create a machine that creatures superheroes basically.

 "If... he finds us out here... you gathered us all in one place..." Her voice suddenly chimmed in through the briefing room, causing everythign to vibrate for a slight moment as she kept her 'voice' weak. Noelle didn't really want to blow out hte lamps... just yet."... with us gathered... if he finds this place... you basically give us all away on a silver platter..."

 "Also Syndicate... is a name only villains use..." She growled at him, holding onto Whitney's sleeve.

[Assistant]
It was crazy. And Gregory didn't just mean crazy in the way that was thrown around all the time like nothing. The situation that had just been described to him was clinically insane. But it did explain the weird things that had happened to him. But it raised so many more questions? Why them? Why League of Legends? How the hell was there a device that could just give people the powers of video games? Everything about it seemed surreal, but he had to accept that this was real, and he was involved in one way or another. They were all involved, in fact. The rest of them seemed as frantic as him when presented with the truth that was in all ways stranger than fiction. They were surprised, confused, and terrified.

But he didn't care about that right now. Because at that moment, he realized he could share his problems with the others without them thinking he was crazy.

"Okay everyone, it seems we're all on the same sinking ship that is also on fire, so I think we should just accept that and start trying to survive the crazy man who's coming after us." he said, standing up to get everyone's attention. This was important, dammit. "I'm Gregory Jaegar, I'm an amateur musician, and now that I know I'm not making it all up in my bed, I apparently have all the powers of Bard. I know it's all a lot to take in, but keeping this in mind, I'd like to know if any of you have seen what I know understand to be my Meep. He seems to be lost ever since I woke up, which seems like quite a problem."

[User]
She stood next to Garrett, ready to catch him if he so happened to show signs of fainting. Claire tapped her foot anxiously, looking around at the other people who had been brought here. It seemed as if they had all been brought here agianst their will and it then dawned on Claire that these people were at the small celebration at the diner.
The man's words had left her mind-blown and almost shocked. This scenario just seemed so vast in scale and she would dismiss it as ramblings of a madman if not for one thing. Her powers, as well as the fact that she couldn't blow away the reinforced steel door in the room they placed her in.

Questions flooded the air as well as in her mind. Claire listened to the rest of the group. She remained quiet, wondering what the man would say next or how he would answer all of these questions.
"I wonder...maybe the guy chasing us was closeby and wanted to strike at the diner while we were all there. Maybe that's why we were taken away so swiftly...What do you think?" She muttered her thoughts out loud to Garrett. "And I wonder why you were poisoned so severely too?"
Gregory spoke up, revealing his Bard powers. A meep...? Nope, don't remember seeing one! she shook her head.

[Assistant]
Iris had spent what time they gave them before the meeting stubbornly lying on her bed. They brought food, and she did not eat it. They left them with clothes (apparently those rags she'd seen earlier were not actually their intended attire), but she did not change into them. It didn't help that Aliron had done nothing to easy her fears of him, so she did not want to feel any more vulnerable with him nearby than she already did.

They were collected soon enough, and she found a seat as far from her roommate as she could once they were in a larger space, and watched as more and more of her customers were brought into the room. Of course it hadn't just been the two of them. And then Sully was there, too, but not in the same capacity, and she listened, chin resting in her hand, to the implausible explanation that he gave them. And then the others were asking questions, and she had some of her own.

In a lull in the other's barrage, she stood up, staring around to ensure quiet before turning to their kidnapper. "Sully, we've known each other for years, and yet I still don't believe any of this. You are the head of some secret government conspiracy to turn random people into video game characters? Some nerd has turned himself into Viktor, and now you're scared that he's going to capture all of us, who have also magically turned into League champions, and make us join his Glorious Revolution?" She gestured at everyone there, who, though perhaps not the most normal people she could have collected in a room had that been the goal, were certainly not a bunch of yordles, dragons, horrible Void monsters, and super-powered humans.

"Okay, a few things. Who is to blame for funding this monstrosity? How the heck is tax money going towards this? I mean, assuming we believe you. Which I don't, because I haven't suddenly turned into a smurf in bondage gear, like you're saying I should have. But, assuming what you're saying is true, are we allowed to leave? You've kidnapped us 'to keep us safe,' but what if we don't believe you, or would just rather take our chances elsewhere?"

But the Gregory (as he introduced himself) claimed to be Bard, and Iris sat down shaking her head. Fine, maybe they just had lots of crazy people, or maybe they weren't lying, but she certainly hadn't turned into Evelynn, the closest thing to a main she could claim. And that was good enough to tell her that at least she had been dragged into this mess by mistake.


[System]
Dragon:
Dragon age:Adult

Age from hatching: 250

Magic:Shadow and Madness, He is able to solidify, manipulate, and energize shadows, making them into a variety of constructs, be they animate or inanimate, as well as replicate the effects of other elements by making the shadow take on the aspects of it, ex. Shadow lightning. He can also take the shape of a shadow to escape from most, if not all situations, and he can even shape shift into other people and creatures. Madness allows him to drive those of weak will and low power into Insanity, then he can control them through their insanity as well. Madness also has the ability to mutate life, turning it into a twisted version of what it once was. Anything that he changes with magic can be reverted with little difficulty, and he can even choose how they will go insane. It can be a bout of paranoia, a loss of inhibitions, anything he can think of. Even if the target has a strong will, he can influence them heavily into a type of insanity, giving them whisperings of paranoia, make them more likely to act without rational thought, or make them think they want to waddle around and cluck like a chicken. The only one's to be completely unaffected by this magic are Great GrandFather/GrandMother Dragons, and even then, it's only a matter of time.
Dragon looks:
"When facing such a fine specimen as myself the proper procedure is to bow down and tremble. Failure to comply will be met with fierce devouring or driving you insane. The choice of punishment, as well as the choice of insanity bestowed, belongs to me"

Compact looks:
"Hide, from what? Humans, the hell for, I'm a free spirit, mother fucker, I hide from no one.":

Personality: Nexias, or Nex as he likes to be called, is insane. He loves nothing more than to fight, whether it be demons, dragons, even humans, it rely doesn't matter to him. And while he threatens it a lot, he has never killed anybody in a fight and doesn't plan to anytime soon. Out of all the dragons, he's one of the few, if not the only one, that doesn't hide his dragon features when in his compact form. He's proud of his heritage, and anyone who wants to insult dragon's as a whole better do it out of his ear shot unless they want their face to meet his fist.

Background: TBA

Demons:
Name: Insomnium, Morpheus, Azous, Gaiden,
Age:He doesn't remember
Personality: It changes with his form, as does his name, making it hard to strike find him if you don't know them all. Insomnium is a berserker in battle, ripping apart anything in his path, but in life he's a rather gentle and childish.

Morpheus is rather mysterious, preferring not to speak, but to observe. He hardly acts upon anything that doesn't involve him in some way, and is known to give gifts to some of the people he observes, though no one knows why.

Gaiden is fairly hot-headed and, being the most human looking of all the forms, is usually the form taken when dealing with them is needed and violence is unwise. Gaiden loves to party and loves hanging out with humans, especially the women. Something about the way a human smells sets his soul aflame with passion, though he is hardly ever recieved with ooen arms.

Azous is believed to be the original form, but none of the others are sure. His attitude is summed up in one word, Lazy. Azous will do nothing unless he is threaten by certain death, and thus
Looks: Doesn't remember his original form, assumed to be Azous
Powers: Each Persona has a different power, Gaiden has extremely good healing factor, making him basically immortal, but is only a physically and magically capable as a human. Insomnium has berserker rage, thick hide and scales, incredible dense body, but his mind is easily invaded by mental abilities and magic. Morpheus has self reproduction, meaning he can clone himself, and Azous is separated from reality, making him unaffected by everything, but making him unable to affect anything as well. Basically, he's a ghost.
Alternative looks * Insomnium:
* Gaiden:
* Morpheus

Background: TBA
Did they escape the hunters prison? Yes

[User]
Lynx's eyes glistened with awe as the two headed dragon preformed her stunt. He had no idea that dragons could learn such delicate magic. He looked around to see all the dragons around him, thriving as a society. It amazed Lynx. He was extremely happy that he was able to experience this moment.

The feeling of awe turned to horror as he heard one of the dragons growl with what seemed to be anger. Lynx tensed up a little, ready to flee if he felt necessary. His attention turned to one of the very large dragons who seemed to be running this whole event. Another dragon turned to the dragon who was holding Lynx, which Lynx now knew was called Nexias, about knowing what his guests were. Lynx's anxiety levels were at a maximum, as he thought the other dragon was referring to him. He felt a surge of fear run through him. He still wasn't sure if dragons hated demons or not, but from the looks of it, it seemed as if they wanted them dead just as much as the humans did.

[Assistant]
Draken
The black haired individual watched the young dragon's display, a much more prettier and passive approached compared to most of his other hatchlings who often tried to be bold and just as outrageous with their magic as his own. He supposed it was not a bad thing however, Damia was still quite a young dragon and pretty flowers could have thorns. Her magic simply didn't quite grow them just yet. But still impressive enough he supposed. If used aggressively, she might not do so bad.

At Ezekiel's question, the Dragon God simply chuckled. "One of my youngest offspring. Damia I believe her mother named. I admit, she doesn't have quite the force as the others, but having the only one to have grace with their magic. Especially for a two headed dragon." he mused before turning his head as a familiar scent drifted in his nose and a voice called out.

Glancing his red eyes to the approaching figure, a amused smirk crossed the elder's lips as he saw the dragon Nexias. Who eagerly spoke to him in the usual fast crazy manor. Of course, dragging along demons. Nexias was a odd individual, perhaps just like Draken but in a slightly different way. But that's what made it fun really. Their magic was also not quite so different if one thought about it, which was perhaps why they got along well. That and both enjoyed driving just about everyone else insane.

"Awe Nex, it indeed has been a long time. We have been well, though some hatchlings decided to swipe Ezekiel's mask. It's been a long time since he's been without it." he mused before smirking a little at the chicken comment.

"Excellent, Nex, I knew you could accomplish such a feet. Those under the chaos of the Chickens of the Night shall never know what shall befall them." he chuckled with a hum before glancing back to the young green dragon. "Awe yes, I believe that one there is the youngest, last child aged dragon of my hatchlings. She's a bit more passive and graceful compared to the others more destructive power, but she's still young and her magic can prove promising with time." he said before looking to the demons.

"I see you're enjoying bringing in new creatures with you." Draken mused before listening to a growl come from the three headed elder.

As the elders spoke, Draken simply smirked in amusement, obviously showing very little to no worry upon his calm mischievous expression.

"Oh do show control of your temper dear elder. Wouldn't want be called going senile now would you? The poor hatchlings have worked so hard to show you what you got, the least you could do is pay attention rather than worrying about little flies." Draken mused with a smirk before looking to Nexias.

"If your plan was to annoy the Great Grandparents, I quite approve." he chuckled to the younger dragon.

Damia

The two-headed dragon shifted uncomfortably as she listened and watched the elders carefully discussing. Her long body shifting side to side as if to to slightly pace in place. Nervous about if she would make it or not or if she did well enough. She trained extra hard after hearing Draken was here and she wanted to do her best. It was a lot of pressure on her and being one of his hatchlings.

As the final verdict was given, the two headed dragon brightened as she was declared a teen. Both heads chirping and flapping the wings excitedly as she flew in circles.

"Yes yes yes yes!" the left head cheered joyfully.

"Hah! I knew I could do it! No sweat!" the right head smirked more confidently.

"Oh shush! No need to brag so much! We were soooo nervous!" the left head spoke before both head bowed a little to the elders before fluttering out from the clearing, spinning and flying in twists and circles energetically.

"Thank you Chu!" Both heads chirped as they flew over the earth dragon.

Aster
Aster blushed a little as the earth dragon wrapped a arm around him and kissed his cheek. Ever since they had returned, the earth dragon had been... Quite lovey Davey as Myrtle would put it. More so than the regular flirting he usually did. Despite how easily flustered he got, Aster found that he didn't really mind it. Even though he called Chu a idiot for coming into the Hunters Guild to rescue him after trying to keep him safe, it felt nice that someone would come from him. Expecting the same abandonment he felt as a hatchling.

When Chu mentioned Damia, Aster smiled as he watched the child dragon perform. "Yeah she's been working hard so I'm sure she will do fine." he said before blushing deeper as Chu asked what to do and the dual magic dragon shrugged a little. "U-Um.. A walk through the forest doesn't sound so bad." he answered, his face reddening deeper at the nuzzles before Damia finished and passed, then he started pausing as a elder started growling.

At Chu's suggestion on leaving, Aster nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me." he answered before lightly kissing the earth dragon on the cheek briefly before darting off ahead of him towards the forest.

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The shells of Keepa's eyes rotated inwards, slightly as the watched the figure come about themselves. They went about explaining themselves, an expression which settled with the demon in a strange way. Fluctuating their brows to express hesitant concern, Keepa lifted his hands to the figure's shoulder region before pulling back, remembering the...not which was the figure who showed no reminisce of a pulse of any sort. So detached, there was nothing for Keepa to cling to. The lack of sensation left a bad taste in his mouth.

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"My, that sounds like an unfortunate hand you've been delt" I say with a small chuckling inflection, relieved that what, or from what he said, 'who', was at least in control of themselves. "Thankfully none of the damage...ehh" I started, unsure how to reassure him in regards to the damage he'd done. So much damage had been done with the needless outbursts of the demons; the loss calculated in both blood and gold...there would be so much sadness caused by today's events and for what?

"Well, I suppose its best not to dwell on what you couldn't control. If only others were as fortunate as to have the ability to simply come back. Hm~" My words coming with genuine disappointment as I broke character, seeing no reason to deceive something I couldn't make a gain from. His comment on the other demon reminded me of the situation. I was weaker then when I had started, thanks to the flames. In that, there were many reasons to hate my new associate...and the numbers seemed to stack up by the minute.

3:05 and 9:50...9:51. I have to remember to synchronize the hands.

"We should" I muse as I turn to trot back down the ally I had hid in, checking my clothes to make sure they had reformed the way I liked them, even down to the slight heel of the boots which echoed light clicks with each step.
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Emerging from the other side, Keepa was almost run over by a guard who was running in the direction of the event. "Oh! I'm sorry, ma'am. You should get to safety! There are reports of a demon in the vicinity!" he says in urgency, looking down the street as the sounds of screams of his fellow soldiers robbed him of the last of his resolve. He turned back to Keepa, "Uhh, let me get you to the garrison, it'll be safe there" taking their arm and starting to drag them off down the street. "I- I should be fine, sir. I-" Keepa tried to explain, looking back at their nameless friend with a 'what do I do?' expression. The guard hadn't even noticed Azous, more concerned about finding an excuse to not be slaughtered like the rest.

[Assistant]
Nexias eyes snapped between Draken and the newly aged teen, a hint of surprise easily visible on his face. "I would never have guessed, she must take after her mother then. She seems very much unlike you, in both looks and use of magic. But still, you must be proud to have her be apart of your bloodline. I have begun thinking that I need to find a mate soon, raise a brood, teaching them how to spread chaos across the land, can you imagine it?!?!" Nexias began to get excited, but then quickly sobered when he thought about what would have to come before that, taking care of them. He would not lie, he'd hate irt, but he also couldn't bear the thought of leaving a hatchling to fend for itself or with his partner, a ferling born from his own abandonment by his parents. He was about to ask Draken for his advice on the matter,when heard a growl being sent in his direction. As hewas berated, Nexias didn't move, except to olace the cat down on a shadowed pedastal he'd summoned. He then turned around, and fixed the 3-headed elder with a cold glare, the grass beneath him beginning to writhe and darken as Madness and Shadow magic radiated from his being. Shadows began to undulate and dance, whispers began to enter the minds of all but the most powerful present, and Nexias let out a growl of his own, a derp menacing growl.the reverberate throughout the air.

"Elder, these are my guests, so please, treat them with respect that is due to them. If you have a problem, I can gladly demonstrate my magical abilities right now, in a duel, though I doubt that'd fair to those who have yet to take the ceremoney. So please, Elder, apologize to my guests for being as rude as you were."

Azous

Azous shrugged his shoulders when the other demon looked to him for help.

"Do whatever you want, it's only a human, though I would suggest not killing him, as it might draw undue attention ourway" Azous said to her telepathicly, following her and the human and waiting to see what the demon would do.


[System]
Gender: M

Age: 19

Primary Power: Telepathy Specialty

Personality:

Peaceful, friendly, and sensitive. Takes things at his own pace and tends to live in the moment. He's devoted to the people in his life and is not inclined to debate, disliking disagreements. He is attuned to small variations in the physical world and highly aware of balance, understanding what does and doesn't fit. He is emotionally well-rounded and empathetic toward others.

Skills:

Sneaking out of his room has given Daz some skills in being stealthy. Daz loves to paint, and greatly enjoys art in general. He is fluent in French and has some skill in other languages acquired while trekking across Europe.

Bio:

Daz was born in Bristol, in the UK, and grew up there with his eldest brother who would go on to be a YouTuber of some reknown. At age 15 he first discovered his powers when he began reading his teacher's thoughts to find the answers to her quizzes. His powers gradually began to grow from there; teleporting from his room to the bathroom in the mornings, reading the muted emotions of his parents to know when they were sleeping, and then summoning his panicked cat to him. Inevitably, he turned to the Net for answers, which was where he first found another like him. At first his searches turned up no satisfactory results, but then he was contacted by fantalazy86, a man- he assumed it was a man- who just so happened to be an internet genius keeping an eye out for people with powers like himself. He told Daz he was in contact with 12 others and gave some advice on how to use and hide his powers. He also informed Daz that every now and again one of their kind, Deviants he called them – as in deviation from normal humans – would disappear, and he advised keeping a low profile.

Before moving on with his education to go to uni, Daz went on a trip with several of his friends across Europe, starting in Portugal with plans to stop and meet fantalazy86 in person while in Germany. He never made it that far, he was suddenly being chased across the streets of a small town just outside Lyon by uniformed men with American accents. Foolishly he refused to use his powers in front of people until he had no other choice and in the process of being tackled he vanished in the middle of a large crowd. His reappearance at the edge of the town did not mean his escape, as he had transported the man with him. A sharp pain saw the world fade from view, and then he was waking up in a white room to the sound of running water.

EXTRA INFO:

Relationship Status: Single

Relationship Preferences: Pan/Open

Likes: Cats, Books, Sweets, Tea

Dislikes: Coffee, Dogs, Cold, Bullies

Health: None.

Other Important Information:

His brother, Sean Quirke, is a YouTuber of some fame, Daz's disappearance has not gone unnoticed by him, and thus not unnoticed by his viewers. Daz owns a homemade time-turner necklace with his initials carved into it, he informed his contact in Germany to look for it when they met up. It was confiscated when he was captured, but his attachment to the object means he will seek to reclaim it.

[User]
Day three and nothing had changed. His powers did not work, his masked caretakers, who looked more like some kind of mercenaries from a video game than actual government agents like he thought they were, still did not answer any of his questions, and no one would provide him a change of clothes. Sometimes he could hear others nearby, people talking in hushed whispers out in the corridor or people shouting angrily somewhere nearby. He knew instinctively he wasn't alone here, that more people like him were nearby, but they were just out of reach.

Daz flopped back onto his cot tiredly, at this point he was desparate that something would happen, that his captors would make a mistake or someone would rescue them… surely this wasn't legal? Maybe the government would put a stop to this. They weren't experimenting on him at least, that was one good thing, but from the few words he'd managed to discern through his walls it was only because the labs were unfinished for the moment, but that was bound to change soon.

What about his friends? They would notice he never came back to them, and his brother surely knew he was missing by now. His parents were probably freaking out… Damn, what was he going to do now?

The answer was obvious: escape.

[Assistant]
Lucas had tried everything. There was no teleporting, there was no bending anything, and there was no way out. He had even tried punching one of the guards but that only earned him a savage beating. It had been a week since he was grabbed in that alley. At least, he thought it was a week. Time seemed to squish together when you are doing nothing for so long. Lesson number one, never go in alleys when you think someone is following you. He had planned to teleport away, but the man had been closer than he had expected.

He had given up actively trying to get out and was simply biding his time, waiting for his chance. From what he could make out, he was supposed to be moved to a different facility soon. Seriously? This isn't just some crazy cult? Lucas thought. But it was beside the point. He was going to be taken out of his cell and that meant a chance to try and run, even if it killed him. No one was out there waiting for him, he was alone and a freak. If anyone was gonna help him, it would have to be Lucas Maddux.

[User]
Bunny had been minding her own business shopping in Cowes on the Isle of Wright when she'd been drugged an then kidnapped.

She'd originally thought that she'd surprise her captors by porting to Nice on the Rivera but somehow the talent she'd come to take advantage of had been dulled an she was trapped.

So rather than fight against people that had already shown to be knowledgeable enough about her abilities to take them away from her then they were organized enough to deflect any counterattack she might try. And though her nickname was Bunny she wasn't a shy helpless sort having been raised aboard a cruise ship and taught to protect herself an what to do if she was taken by terrorist or kidnappers.

She had been using tricks to make her guards think of her as a person with a family and friends that would be worried over her fate because it could make it harder for them to harm her. She also made sure to be helpful an harmless while secretly hoping that they'd make a mistake an drop whatever the had holding her. She was ready the moment she felt the the field that stole her power from her because she was constantly trying to teleport every moment she was awake.

[Assistant]
Almost coinciding with his thoughts a deafening bang rang throughout his room. Shouts filled the corridor and Daz flew to his feet in surprise. Seconds later he had his ear pressed to his cell wall, trying to hear more. The shouting seemed to be moving away, presumably towards whatever made the bang.

Was this it? Was someone going to rescue them now?

Just then the power abruptly went out, plunging the room into darkness. All that remained was the red light on his metal cell door, and then that winked out as well. Hesitantly, almost daring not to hope, Daz carefully tugged on the door, but it was for nothing. He cursed in frustration when it refused to open, banging on the door angrily.

But then he noticed it… it was quiet. The water had stopped flowing, he couldn't hear it trickling in the walls around him. Maybe… just maybe… He didn't finish the thought, simply closing his eyes and taking a step forward- and with a whoosh he reappeared in the corridor on the other side of his door. "Yes!" he shouted exuberantly, pumping his fist in victory.

The white, sterile corridors were empty and dark around him, but the shouts were getting louder now, and coming towards him. Others, he knew instinctively there were like him, were also beginning to creep out of their separate cells and look around. He immediately closed his eyes and focused on his room back in England. Nothing. Which meant either he was still being blocked somehow, or he too far away, maybe even both. He cursed again, "Fucking hell..."

Just then another bang echoed down the hallway and the voices began drifting further away again. Daz eyed the dark corridor warily.

[User]
Lucas was laying on his bed when he first heard the gun fire. He sat up quickly and ran to the door
 "Hey!!" he shouted "Someone's in here! Get me out!" But there was no response. He pounded on the door and shouted again but it was dead silent.
 "Dammit let me out of here!" He raged, so close to salvation and yet this door was the only thing in between him and freedom. A door that normally he could have blown from its hinges. Desperately, he punched the door but that was a mistake. He collapsed to his knees, cradling his injured wrist and swearing loudly.
 "Why won't you open?!" he shouted with both his mind and his vocal chords. A horrendous sound followed and Lucas looked up. The door had moved about six feet forward and was planted firmly in the wall on the opposite side of the corridor. Lucas sat there for about five seconds before it sank in. His powers had returned.
 "Oh damn this feels good!" He hopped up and walked towards the door, peering out into the corridor. He glanced both ways before porting down the hall. "I'm not sure that I could actually be happier right now... well maybe if I had map of this place... or a hunk of steak..." He continued to make his way toward the sounds of gunfire, watching carefully and searching with his mind for any of his guards.

[Assistant]
Bunny was sitting on her bunk meditating when her concentration was broken by several loud noises outside her cell. She had no idea what was going on though she hoped that it either meant that her captors were under attack or the facility she was in had suffered a calamity.

She was just beginning to concentrate on teleporting across the room once more when the lights went out leaving the room to be illuminated by the red emergency light and when that went out Bunny felt a tingle pass through her body then she suddenly flew across the room materializing at her focus point.

"I traveled!" She exclaimed loudly with a giggle but when she focused on her cabin aboard the ship she was disappointed to find out that she'd expended too much power trying to test her cell. Having experienced this level of expenditure before she knew she'd be limited on range and motion for an hour or two so she just needed to wait for her energy levels to return.

Knowing she was weakened she still risked teleporting through the door to her cell she appeared in a neat clinical corridor who's revealation sent a chill through her body

[User]
He'd grown so used to feeling the emotions around him that he hadn't even noticed when that ability was returned to him. The sudden flashes of joy as his fellow Deviants suddenly became aware of their ability to escape. Frustration, anger, confusion, fear, and many other negative emotions still radiated from those around him, but at least it wasn't hopeless anymore. Focusing on the locations of those around him he began counting with the intent of discovering exactly how many were-

A door suddenly crumpling like paper and launching into the far wall startled him from his mental inventory. The noisy bang the action produced served to increase the general level of nervousness around him, but it had also reminded him others were still trapped. He hastily ported into the room across from him, grabbing the occupant by the wrist and porting back into the corridor. His carry-along was a young girl, maybe thirteen, she couldn't have had her powers for very long... Well, there was nothing for it now. He let go of her immediately so she wouldn't think he was threatening at all. Many of the others seemed to have made it free on their own by then, as it turns out it was hard to hold a Deviant, which made it all the scarier that somehow these men had done so, for a while anyway.

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With his mental searching Lucas would stumble across the minds of a large group of guards heading towards the escaping Deviants, their thoughts were jumbled and full of panic. The most that could be discerned was there had been an attack on the facility of some kind, by Deviants no less. Accompanying the image of a middle-aged woman throwing a giant truck off a road with her mind was a location; Toketee Falls, Oregon.

The corridor the Deviants were imprisoned in was the only clean, hospital-like one. At the end of it was another large metal door, which was unlocked, and beyond that was a labyrinth of concrete tunnels leading in all directions. Soon the guards would be on them, and another group of guards- no, not guards, these were bounty hunters, of a kind at least, the ones who had apprehended the Deviants in the first place, and they were coming in from behind. The guards and snatchers were going to pincer them and trap the Deviants in their corridor if they didn't move soon.


[System]
Age: 22
Gender: male

Personality:
Always smiling, day or night, good or bad. William is commonly taken light heartedly due to his seemingly clumsy nature and light hearted way of taking things, but he is always smiling and sometimes it seems there's something else beyond the smile.

Backstory:
"I ran away from my academy"
If asked about his origin this is the most one will get out of the smiling mage, some have pierced some information together over time from remarks William has made, some notes have been written down on his past;

Is a noble borne from the empire
Was at his 'academy' most his life
Holds a grudge towards the empire?
Ran away just before his graduation

As its been laid out so far no one knows much of before he chose to take up arms, maybe he doesn't know himself, but William does remind himself deep down why he chose the path he did.

For William this path is the only way to save the Empire from ruin, for being born into failing nobility he got to lay witness to the foul play of the aristocrats that hide behind the throne at a very young age.

His life felt like a blur for many years, from being sold by his family to take part in a military scheme to develop strong loyal soldiers, loyal to who though would probably be a good question.
After being sold off though, the boy was found to have an aptitude in magic, making him perfect to enroll in a strict magic academy that was quite bent on pushing and overworking kids to truly develop their magical abilities and force them into submission in the process.

Years William spent at the academy, studying, fighting, dreaming. Dreaming of the day he would escape, for the boy who was nearly a man at the time had never given in no matter the punishment. Planning for it took years, but it was accomplished, alone for William could not trust others.

With that William spent a few years on the run until he somehow ended back on the side of the empire, luckily due to the shadowy dealings behind his past if he was recognized its not like it could be acted on in public

Class: Pupil
Affinity: elemental
Inventory:

Abilities:

Unbreakable wills-
+2 to allies def while adjacent to them

Spells/Weapon Arts: fire, wind, thunder

Stats (All stats start at E rank. You may choose 3 stats to start at D rank, and 2 to start at C rank)
END: C
STR: D
MAG: C
DEX: D
SPD: D
DEF: E
RES: E
LCK: E

Talents: Black Magic

Experience:

Support:

[User]
|Trace Retloth
Merchant Row
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Trace heard the bandit archer die and swung his spear sharply to reduce the amount of bandit blood on the blade. The immediate area had become more dangerous with spreading fires and more bandits likely to arrive any minute. But, his mind was preoccupied with the person that he was staring at currently.

Artimesia... the Dark Mage... with whom he had spent the afternoon. It wasn't a terribly enjoyable afternoon, but he had experienced far worse. He had suspicions about why she was seeking a sick person, but even a casual examination revealed those thought and feelings to be based almost exclusively on stories he was told as a child. There was probably truth to those stories. But, he had learned that few things are really as black and white as they seem.

He took a look back at the guardsman's stunned face. That guy was loyal to the boss/Prince... whatever... Leaving him behind wouldn't look good unless he was taking his wounded self to the Castle. But, Trace had a strong feeling that his employer was probably in the thick of the worst combat zone right now. He had seemed that type.

Dead men pay poorly.

"Artemisia." He said, closing the distance between them while they were still out of the guardsman's hearing. "Here." He took out his vulnerary and offered it to her. "I need to keep my employer alive and paying. You should go to the castle with that guard. He's wounded but better than nothing. Use this on him if you need to help him move faster."

His tone was as simple as ever, but it felt out of place now... as though that flat mundane voice was a cloak that kept the truth in shadow. His eyes were a different story. Even shaded by the edge of his helmet, they shone with a raging mix of emotions. But, the strongest one wasn't fear. It was something else, perhaps... respect.

There wasn't much time to talk in the midst of an attack and evacuation. As much as he wanted to have a more substantial conversation with her, there really wasn't time and this wasn't the place. So, whether she accepted the vulnerary or not, he said, "I'd like to talk more... In a quieter place."
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Status: Uninjured and DeliberateClass: Recruit
Inventory:* Iron Lance
* Vulnerary(Offered)

Exp:10 |

[Assistant]
|Artemisia
Merchant Row, Garleton
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 They were never ready. One Flux did the job, eliminating the thug on the spot. For a brief moment Artemisia bore a dry smile, but it vanished as she breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, straightening up. Behind her, Trace dispensed with the other marauder. The whole fight lasted mere seconds, and by all accounts it seemed a decisive success. "Should have known better," she muttered in memoriam before turning away. War would engulf this town in no time, so little effort could be spared for the dead.

Instead, she focused on the guardsman, wholly impressed by the others' efforts. "Not bad. Had my father warriors like you, ours would already be a household name."

Artemisia gave him a confused look. "What?" Before she could get any closer, Trace accosted her, telling her to do what she'd already planned on. He offered her a vulnerary, at which point she opened her mouth to say 'I've already got one' before realizing that he meant it for the guard. "Uh, okay," she replied instead. She moved away to offer the guardsman her shoulder to help him back into the thinning crowd bound for the castle. He resumed speaking, but Artemisia cut him off, knowing that could come later. "Let's just get out of here, mister." She offered him the vulnerary given by Trace, and he accepted the medicine gladly. The two couldn't dally long given the spreading fire, and the dark mage doubted the city's attackers would stop at just one Resonant Flames.

Before pulling away, however, the Artemisia cast another look at her other new acquaintance, that obliging but lead-tongued spearman. His voice contained no inflection, but his face bore an offputting expression. She knew he knew about her vocation now. True, she didn't exactly bother keeping it a secret when the situation called for violence, but dark mages typically kept their status secret for a reason. What did he intend to do, she wondered. When he did speak, he voiced a desire to meet and talk with her again. Artemisia really didn't think she wanted to, since he didn't have much else to offer her, but what she said was, "I guess," before disappearing into the flow of people heading to safety. |

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Status: DisengagingClass: Occultist
Inv: Vulnerary, Book of Secrets |

[User]
|Kyran Cynmaer

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Garleton, En Route to Stables
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 Well this is certainly a change of pace. thought the young squire of Reynes as he dashed through the now blazing streets of a once bustling and lively Garleton. Mere moments ago a myriad of mercenaries, merchants and other travelers filled the streets near to bursting. Yet now it seemed that the sole inhabitant of this castle town would soon be the ever-growing inferno threatening to consume all within it. People all around him were running and screaming, with varying degrees of hysteria alongside. Kyran couldn't
blame them, Nobody had expected this, not the imperial scouts, nor the other knights of Reynes had any clue that an attack, let alone one of this magnitude was imminent. All he truly knew was that of his orders, directly given to him by the Brigadier General: To lead the Imperial Prince Alnard and his men safely back behind the Reynes border. The task sounded simple enough, yet truly daunting in it's importance and potential for hangups, though there was one rather major hitch. By the time that the General finished informing Kyran of his duty the Princeling had already up and left the castle. Through some quick inquiry he managed to gather that his charge had decided to spearhead the evacuation himself, and though his cause was brave and valiant, these circumstances made the squire's job yet harder. So now he dodged and weaved through abandoned stalls and the hysterical horde of evacuees trying to swarm their way to the castle as he searched a blazing castle town for a certain lordling.

To say he had his work cut out for him would be an understatement, and a grave one at that.

Firstly he would head in the direction of the stables, if he needed to search a good part of the city he could do so immensely faster on horseback, and Lei would more than deliver in terms of raw speed. As he sprinted Kyran overheard the sounds of battle, all around him blades clashed and telling dull thuds of the defeated finding their final rests. Guilt rose up within him, he should be helping these people! Though at the same time he couldn't afford to stop, he had a job to do and he needed to move hastily, from what he gathered the prince and him were much alike in the way that they oft bit off more than they could chew. If he took too long he risked the well being of the Prince, and potentially...

No. Now is hardly the time for that. I have this under control. It's just a simple task. Get Lei, Find the Prince, Get the hell out of here. Find the Prince, Get the hell out of here.... The squire internally repeated to himself as he approached the stables, the building being thankfully untouched by the growing inferno for the moment. Entering the building the horses within were seemingly either undaunted by or unaware of the growing carnage outside.... save for one, thrashing at it's binds like the wild animal it could have once been. In stark opposition however, was his mount, Lei. The familiar pitch black coat adorned with leather barding coloured a cobalt blue, both eyes affixed on her rider as he drew closer to her. Kyran wasted no time hopping onto Lei and releasing her from the post she was hitched to, before turning back to the wild seeming horse. Perhaps another nearby rider was attempting to call their steed to them? With haste, he unhitched the other horse whom bolted soon thereafter before re-mounting Lei.

"Come on Lei, the time for rest is over. We have ourselves a prince to find." He said to his steed as they swiftly took off into the streets of Garleton. Alas, the pair would not get far before running upon an... interesting spectacle. What seemed to be an armed bandit was accosting a would be evacuee in the middle of the streets. Doubtlessly the assailant would've noticed his less than subtle arrival, and as such Kyran would now have to deal with this situation as well. Wonderful, just wonderful... If he wasn't careful the woman could be put in harm's way, bandits held no morals after all, what's one innocent life in exchange for riches to them? Out of the corner of his eye, the squire noticed an archer taking aim upon the lowlife, and it also seemed that he'd not yet noticed his would-be assassin. Perhaps if I can keep his attention... A wry smirk appeared on his face, albeit briefly before Kyran began slowly pacing towards the assailant. "HEY, LOWLIFE! LET HER GO!" The Reynes squire bellowed, his somewhat cocky grin re-emerging as he continued his slow and meticulous advance. "Picking on unarmed civilians are we? Bah, what did I expect, you lot are all the same kind of cowardly. If you're looking for a fight though, I'll more than happily oblige." Kyran said as he made a big show of drawing his blade, flourishing once before locking eyes with the scumbag, Pacing in such a way as to expose the back of his opponent's head to the unseen archer nearby.

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Status: Alive, Alert and AntagonizingClass: Squire
Inventory:
Iron Sword
Vulnerary

Experience
0/0

Stats
END: C
STR: D
MAG: E
DEX: E
SPD: D
DEF: D
RES: C
LCK: E

Action
Attempting to draw a Bandit's attention |

[Assistant]
The jolly inn, evening

I think it's time to leave william thought to himself as he decided to head for the exit, with a hop, skip and a jump William casually tried to leave the inn by opening the door. When doing so though there was a bandit walking past at the exact same time Damn my E rank luck William thought as he stared at the bandit. Then one second passed, 10 seconds, maybe even longer, the mage was snapped back into reality before he could react by a bright light. When he could see again William saw the bandit unconscious on the floor, but before he could properly react to see who had helped him, an arrow wizzed past almost hitting his benefactor.

Before the owner of the arrow could notch another arrow William quickly opened the tome that was already in his hand as a reaction to his very recient encounter.

"Thunder" as soon as the book was opened William released his magic.


[System]
Codename: Sūn Rising

City of Operation: Detroit, Michigan

[User]
Wyoming Street

As his thugs were beaten and the high pitched noise was really getting on his nerves. The Striker started to grow angry and with that acid starting pouring out of his glands. "Time to die you pathetic heroes!" With that he charged Ajax and as his anger grew so did his acids power. He slammed his fist into the shield pushing Ajax back and didn't stop the onslaught of punches

"This ends here!" He said as Striker then with all his might punched Ajax into a grey truck that was abandoned from the start of the fight. "Mickey get out of here with the cash! I will find my way to the base later once a deal with these Romans!" He said to the driver of the van who had been waiting for the order. The driver nodded and speed away with most of the cash inside. " Now where were we?" Striker said turning back around-now with most of his body covered in a bright green acid to the duo.

[Assistant]
Guinevere Hart

 Saving civilians, defeating villains, it seemed all too real as Tess and Gwen played their superhero counterparts. They had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever. The White Guardian and Teen Tornado had finally made their debut. Unlike her entire life, Gwen finally felt like she belonged here. It wasn't until the mind behind the clones turned his attention toward them did things get real.

 It seemed only like seconds before innocent hostages were being held over balconies and threatened with weapons. What seemed only like an easy game earlier had turned into a haunted reality. Gwen and Tess were only teenagers, immature girls who were still learning how to drive and deal with hormones. This was an actual, serious villain. Gwen couldn't help but feel completely helpless and embarrassed.

 "Your move, folks," the villain said, his remaining clones speaking in unison with him. "My brothers and I truly do not wish to hurt these people, but you've given us very little alternative. Sit down and surrender, and we give you our word that you will be released unharmed once that demagogue Kaganovich meets our demands."

 Gwen felt conflicted and confused, what was she supposed to do? Give up? Just like that? It seemed ridiculous and went against everything she believed in. Before Gwen couldn't even decide though, another boy held up his hands instantly. She realized he was the one with the 'magic' abilities she sensed earlier. The situation did seem dire though, what could they do with all these people at risk? They'd have to suffer their pride. Gwen was also about to raise her hands when The Phoenix took charge and attacked the clone master. Gwen stared in pure awe. WOAH. So cool!!! Now that was a real hero, someone who never gave up and always found a solution. However, once Uprsing was taken down, his clones disappeared, leaving several civilians to fall to their death from the balconies. Phoenix managed to save several but hostages still remained. Gwen glanced at Tess, hoping she had enough strength to save the rest for Gwen could only save one. Rushing toward the closest falling person, a little boy crying in terror, Gwen let him fall into her arms. The force was enough to crush Gwen against the ground and probably break a few bones, but the boy was breathing. She gasped in pain but it wasn't long before her body healed itself.

 "One of you, call an ambulance. Those that didn't get saved by me or the other heroes will need medical attention. You, though, come with me," Phoenix ordered them before walking off. Finding that the little boy had minor injuries, Gwen put her hands over the boy's stomach and let a white light glow from her hands, healing him.

 "Be careful next time, okay bud? Now go look for your parents," She smiled and ruffled his hair, letting him off to find his mother and father.

 Several people were weeping and hurt, now it was her turn to shine. Phoenix might be the best at offense but Gwen was all defense. Taking care of people was what her gift enabled her to do. Gwen walked up to everyone she passed by and healed their injuries, smiling as people gasped at the white glow. Many people thanked her and asked of her name, which Gwen was all but too happy to reply.

 "The White Guardian, and that other there," She said, pointing to Tess "is Teen Tornado. She's totally wicked and saved many lives tonight," Gwen grinned at Tess. Perhaps things didn't go as badly as she previously perceived.

[User]
Over the Metropark Zoo

At an altitude of about eight hundred feet, a massive Golden Eagle was in flight. She was currently looking for food, preferably fish or rabbit but she was not terribly picky. Considering her insticts were running things the giant eagle really did not care.

Of course the Eagle was not really an eagle but the former Francine Fowler that was caught in the White Rain. The close to twenty foot wings helped keep the anthromorphic eagle woman aloft.

Below she heard a commotion. She was ridding a thermal and glided as she watched with her amazing eyes what. Was going on down below. Of course many below that were not preoccupied would have noticed the massive bird woman overhead. However, she was more interested in observing. It was for a moment as if Francine popped up from the depth of her own mind and saw what was happening below and grew curious.

[Assistant]
Pearl felt relieved that Mama Bear understood and didn't turn around and shoot her right there and then. Pearl suddenly held her arm as Ifrit made a talk about buying the zoo for Mama Bear, and letting her go from there. It was convincing, Pearl had to agree, however it still meant the animals were in captivity. Pulsecat was on Mama Bear's side now, and she couldn't turn back, at least, not right now. Still, she had to get paid. "Reinforcements have arrived." ANAI suddenly claimed, the views from two different cameras popping up in her HUD. The first was the view from a drone that had moved into position overhead, the second was the view from a LAD (Light Attack Drone), one of four flying out of the top of a small, four-wheeled vehicle. From the second view, she could also see a five man team in MK3 Xeaforge armour disembarking from a separate vehicle and moving to the wall of the zoo. The drones flew over the wall, and right behind Pearl.

"Sorry, though you have made a good point, I must stick with my decision." Pearl aims her cannon at Ifrit, and eyes the power levels of her armour. It was enough, she supposed. "Xeaforge team, engage my target!" She calls out, as the Xeaforge troopers move in. "ANAI, Essance Warp." She demands, feeling a vibration in her hand as the shape is formed. She squeezes, and a sharp blade-shaped pulse launches from the cannon. She squeezes several more times, the power level fluctuating. Meanwhile, the LADs turn their rotors and move toward Ifrit, the small drones firing 4.5mm ammunition, whereas the men now crouched around Pearl began to fire 6.5mm ammunition at him. Pearl changes her weapon back to pulse, and fires normally.

[User]
Lee Kyger-Ifrit

Outside Cleveland Metroparks Zoo

It's seemed that the armor lady would not see reason. She was defending the villain as she shot at others, how she could be comfortable with that, he did not no. Lee glanced around and took in the gravity of the situation they were in at the moment. The Blue Giant was being attacked by penguins, which should have been easy dealt with. There rock girl was attacked by hundred of flying bugs, which was a fate that Lee really did not want to experience. He was not sure what to do, he could have just burned them both to kingdom come, but the situation would become worse at that point.

Suddenly was roar of anger startled him. He looked up towards the sky and watched as the Dragon shot out a stream of fire. It was so powerful, and scary, Lee jumped back a few feet, making sure he dodged the whole thing. He felt bad for the armor girl and the animal woman, fighting a dragon would defiantly not be fun. Another yell attracted Lee's attention, the Blue guy was about to elbow the shit out of the animal lady and Armor girl, they were in for quiet a surprise.

"What's the point anymore?" Lee mumbled to himself angrily. she had basically ignored them both and had her reinforcements come and help her. She had been buying time, drones and troopers who has been summoned to help her most likely had arrived. He and the heroes were badly out numbered. Lee watched the armor girl closely as she commanded her lackeys to attack whoever she was attacking, which was him. He immediately transformed and jumped into the air, fire surrounded his body like a shield as he flew. He need to think for a few seconds, Lee flew as high as he could, high enough were all the armor ladies lackeys looked like ants. Lee closed his eyes and concentrated, he focused 2 balls fire in his hands. Hundreds of fire energy was forced into a small bright ball of ever growing energy. In these 2 balls, he could easily melt asphalt. Lee fired a beam of fire right down to the armored girl and the animal lady.

[Assistant] "That was good, good!" Dean began a long applause at the feats the hero's went to in order to save the hostages. He strode over from his sideline position walking to the injured Uprising. "But you will not jail him…" In a swift motion, Dean pulled a smoke bomb from one of his pouches and tossed it to the ground, causing an explosion of blinding smog to fill the immediate area. With that, he'd pick up Uprising and carry the man in his arms to the exit in a mad dash to Dean's car. In the event that he'd be chased after, a handful of spiky caltrops were thrown about near the door.

[User]
A lot of surprising things had happened in the past half hour. They came to the mall to buy a present but ended up fighting an army that literally consisted of one person, saving some people — and Tess's best friend clobbered a clone's head with a baseball bat. But the most dumbfounding thing yet was when all the clones actually disappeared in front of her own eyes. Being shocked was currently a luxurious waste of precious time as hostages were simultaneously dropped over the railing. Tess sprinted towards the balcony and hopped over the railing, beginning the descent. Seeing half a dozen people falling in front of her, she had little time to think.

Tess closed her eyes as she neared the pavement, she'd foolishly let fear take over her thoughts. She thought of the air around her and imagined it flying upward, catching and lifting her and all the former hostages from hitting the pavement. They were all a few feet away from the ground when Tess felt a tug in her gut and an uplifting wind stopped everyone from hitting the ground. She opened her eyes and saw herself and six civilians suspended in the air by the unseen force of the wind.

"Woah," she mouthed to herself, before all of a sudden the wind dissipated and she faceplanted on the ground, and the people dropped with her. It wasn't a perfect landing but she managed to save the falling civilians. She might have gotten a black eye and a bloody lip from neglecting to brace her fall, but other than that she was okay.

She stood up to several "Thank you"'s from the people she saved and made an elegant bow. "You've got nothing to worry about with Tess — err, Teen Tornado around." She realized she wasn't all that impressive looking. She was supposed to have a cool costume and stuff but here she was, wearing a striped hoodie and jeans. Her face was caked with soot and dirt.

Her ears were still ringing from the impact, but she could make out Gwen pointing to her not too far away. She grinned in her direction and gave her a thumbs up. She saw someone clapping in the distance, but her knees buckled from exhaustion and she collapsed to the ground.

[Assistant]
The Phoenix spotted Tess as she collapsed to the ground, just as a smoke bomb went off by the security guard to whom she had entrusted the body of Uprising. Putting her priorities in order without a second's hesitation, Rose expanded her wings behind her so as to remain aerodynamically stable as she ran towards Tess. Upon reaching the girl, she picked her up, and held her between both of her arms a la Pietà. She swept her wings downward, taking off into the air as soon as they were out of the mall, continuing in pursuit of Dean and Uprising. Once in the air, she spoke to Tess, reassuringly.

"I'll take care of you once we've taken care of these two."

She flew through the air, without flapping her wings even once, gliding smoothly with the wind. Quickly approaching a speed of 40 mph, she overtook Dean, and quickly overtaking Dean as he ran, and landed softly a few meters in front of him. Setting Tess down on a car, she turned to face Dean as he approached. She held out her left hand in front of her, placing her right hand on the hilt of her sword, while expanding her wings to their full length to discourage Dean from running any further.

"Stop running. Set the boy down, and you may be on your way."

Casting a sideward glance towards Tess, she silently prayed to any god that might be listening that she wouldn't have to fight the boy. A one sided blade versus a broadsword would not be a fair fight, no matter the skills of the wielders.

[User]
Bursting through the mall doors, the sunlight overhead gave off a strong glare blinding Dean for a moment. He skidded to a halt as a winged blur landed in front of him, impeding his progress. He blinked, once twice, three times, getting used to the sunlight before she made her move. His eyes followed her hand as it reached down, then they went wide. He gulps, and a smirk slides across his face. Should he… No, it was too risky. There were others about and it was rather unlikely that they'd give these two the privacy they deserved for such a spectacle. But he couldn't shoot her, it would be unfair to put down what Dean assumed to be a fantastic warrior with a gun of all things.

Instead, he pulled the pistol and bore it into the underside of Uprising's head. Just across the way Dean could see his car, he just had to make it there… "Why would I let you have him? So he can rot in prison?" Dean slowly started to sidle around Phoenix, hoping he'd be able to get around her in this manner. "I know what it is like. To have all things I know crushed and to be stuck in hell. He could be so much more, like I was when Hitam saved me. He will be more." Dean would try to keep Phoenix distracted through conversation, and made sure the gun he bore could be clearly viewed. "I am sorry, but I could not help but see your blade. Tell me, where is it from?"


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* Class: Saber
* Appearance: Both unarmoured, and armoured.
* Personality: In many regards, Lancelot is the perfect knight: virtuous, honourable, protecting the weak and honouring women (though this last part often causes misunderstanding), and loathing evil or cowardly behaviour. Except... well, for one: he's entirely too serious and composed, which does nothing to help with the misunderstandings or any envy of his status.
The other major flaw is that even now, he still thinks that Saber is a completely unsuitable class--too noble for someone responsible for the fall of Camelot. At least the punishment has been meted out.
Mutual enmity with Agravain.
(To literally quote his character info: "Heroes possess both sides of light and shadow aspects within them, but Lancelot can be said to consist only of the side of light.")
* Stats: Everything bar Luck can temporarily have another + modifier.

	+ Strength: B (A)
	+ Endurance: B (A)
	+ Agility: A (A+)
	+ Mana: C (B)
	+ Luck: B (A+)
	+ Noble Phantasm: A++
* Class Skills:

	+ Magic Resistance: B.
	+ Riding: B.
* Personal Skills:

	+ Eternal Arms Mastery: A+. Said to have achieved the greatest mastery of combat of anyone of his era, Lancelot is able to fight at full ability regardless of any level of mental interference.
	+ Knight of the Lake: A. Raised from infancy by the Lady of the Lake, Lancelot is constantly affected by her blessing. Except for perhaps the obvious effect as shown by King Arthur's blessing (walking on water), this allows him to temporarily add a + modifier to any of his parameters except Luck.
	+ Protection of the Spirits: A. A blessing from Elementals; the ability to increase Luck in dangerous situations. Activation is restricted to battlefields where feats of arms can be achieved.
* Noble Phantasm(s):

	+ - Name: Arondight: Unfading Light of the Lake
		- Rank: A
		- Type: Anti-Unit
		- Appearance: A sword larger than King Arthur.
		- Effects: Primarily, Arondight is simply an indestructible sword with extra effectiveness against dragons. When activated, at the downside of phenomenal mana consumption, all of Lancelot's parameters receive a rank up and the effectiveness of saving throws is doubled.
	+ - Name: Arondight Overload: Severance of the Binding Chains - Lake's Overflowing Light
		- Rank: A
		- Type: Anti-Unit/Anti-Army
		- Appearance: "The blue light of the vast magic energy that overflows from the severed section has been alluded as like a lake."
		- Effects: By overloading the sword with magical energy, it can unleash another attack--either a slash of light with an anti-army effect, or the release can be withheld until the blade cuts the target and unleashes the same amount of energy on a single person.
		Most likely the closest Arondight can come to Broken Phantasm--the blade simply won't break afterwards, which would make the effect closer to A+.
	+ - Name: For Someone's Glory: Not For One's Own Glory
		- Rank: B
		- Type: Anti-Unit
		- Appearance: None.
		- Effects: At its simplest, it can be used to mask Lancelot's appearance, distorting much like invisible air and concealing parameters--quite likely, even without the physical distortion, reading his statistics can be prevented. When fully activated, it allows for taking on the appearance of another person--even if this includes masking his presence as a Servant.
	+ - Name: Knight of Owner: A Knight Does Not Die With Empty Hands
		- Rank: A++
		- Type: Anti-Unit (mostly)
		- Appearance: None.
		- Effects: Short version: can use anything he recognises as a weapon as if it's his Noble Phantasm, even if it's somebody else's Noble Phantasm. Complete with impeccable mastery of its use.
		In the event that the weapon in question was not a Noble Phantasm to begin with, it is raised to the rank of a D-Rank Phantasm, and mundane items have their capabilities significantly enhanced. This is not limited merely to things that are normally considered heroic weapons: firearms, telephone poles, and modern fighter jets all count. Projectiles retain this enhancement after firing (or even after throwing) for a brief period, making them useful against even Servants.
* Alignment: Lawful Good
* Changes: Just noting that I'm following the Berserker stats not the Saber one; everything keeps mentioning finesse.
Based on actions in GO, Arondight has no sealing effect in this class.

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Jason Liu
Until Hakuno had roused him from his apparent stupor, Jason had simply been staring at the ground, his mind almost completely refusing to accept what had just transpired. Not only was Mary dead, but the one making use of her—no, what was left of her—had made her suffer as she died. Not only that, but she had used him and his own ignorance about the situation to...

"...I really am the worst, aren't I...?" he asked shakily as he turned his head upwards, only to see the shadowy visage of an all-too-familiar Servant. Far from what he had been the before, the shadow in front of him (in Hijikata's image, no less) seemed to induce even more despair in his heart.

So, in other words, he hadn't died at that time.

He had simply been brought here to 'die' instead, then?

"I..."

Before he could say a single word, though, the shadow Hijikata clashed blades with the Saber in front of them, and Jason, still half-dazed, slowly followed the other two out as they left the room. Before he had left, though, the Kiara behind the shadow Hijikata licked her lips, staring at Hakuno as she moved before glancing towards Jason.

"You were never going to amount to anything, anyhow," she said, mimicking Mary's voice as she watched the young man visibly freeze up, his legs shaking as he was apparently dragged out of the room by her counterpart.

"Ah, how foolish a child he must be to react to that, knowing all that he does now," Kiara said, staring at the Saber who remained in the room before smiling. Forming another set of hand seals, Kiara raised her arms above her head and created a ball of magical energy, from which hundreds of arrows seemed to come flying out of in an attempt to strike at both Benienma and the humans that were attempting to escape.

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Alter Ego — Meltryllis
At Nanako's response, Meltryllis sighed and shook her head. As docile as she had become the day before, the version of her Master today seemed to be more defiant—more self-assured than she had been. It was a bit of a nuisance, really, but if her experiences from the day before persisted, then this would be a one-time thing.

"I don't care about that thing getting stronger. We're Master and Servant, are we not? If you die—"

Before she could finish her lecture, though, Nanako's shout caused Melt to turn her head towards the crater. In an instant, she dove towards Nanako, knocking the girl towards the ground as an arrow whizzed by overhead. It had barely missed her Master's heart, if its current place lodged in the wall was any indication, and that was more than enough reason to finish her job.

"Get to cover now. I can't guarantee that he won't aim for you if my attention is on him," she said, rising from her position on top of Nanako as she turned towards the shadow Servant. "In other words, stop being so foolish, or you'll put both of us in danger."

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Saber - Benienma

In a single swing, Benienma came to understand the entire fighting style possessed by this puppeted version of Hijikata. Their previous clash had indicated he possessed a high degree of skill. He had been an opponent worthy of respect in terms of his capability with the blade, between two practitioners of swordplay. But for all the power that had been behind this swing, there was little of the technical skill that had once been there. Only the barest hint of it remained.

And the way in which the other Kiara spoke... it only served to make the fury burning in Benienma's heart blaze even hotter!

"The battoujutsu possessed by the enma is said to be used to sever the tongues of sinners," the redheaded Saber said, her eyes narrowing even as she placed one foot down, geta clacking against the floor as she began to redirect the shadow Hijikata's blade, "But it will sever far more then that when I reach you dechi!"

Unfortunately, the slaying of this most vile of sinners was becoming more and more complicated by the moment. Even as she deflected the shadow's blade, forcing it to the side, she detected a surge of magical energy. Kiara had gather a great orb or mana above her head, and from it issues a hail of arrow like projectiles, curving through the air towards the enma and towards her Master and the others as well!

With no choice to to disengage from her battle, Benienma sprang back as the arrows burned their way into the floor where she had been standing seconds later! She had to get there...!

The sheer speed at which the Tongue-Cut Sparrow moved whipped her ponytail through the air as she skidded along the ground, interposing herself between her opponents and her Master, the first Kiara, and Jason.

Smoothly, her katana left its sheath once more. Benienma had to intercept every last one! She couldn't let even a single shot get through!

Sparks flew as the first of the arrow-shaped projectiles struck the side of her blade, then the second and the third as she swung it up and back. Then more, and more, as the small girl's katana cut through the air over and over, back and forth, her feet shifting as as she adjusted her position to keep deflecting the blasts of magical energy. The moment even a few curved slightly to come from a different angle, Benienma threw herself into their path, blade flashing to deflect them!

Not a single one! She wouldn't let even one get past her!

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Mihama Nanako

"Ah!"

Meltryllis had jumped forward and pushed her down.

Rather then intercept the shot directly, or dodge, the Alter Ego had gone out of her way to shield her body with herself.

For a few moments, Nanako was only able to stare up at Meltryllis. She'd gotten into a position to watch for threats. She'd broken off from the fight to put herself between potential attack and Nanako herself... for everything that Melt had said, for what she'd done with her virus... This wasn't what someone who didn't care a single bit about her would do, was it...?

Nanako tried to run through everything that had happened since she had summoned the Alter Ego.

The way she had spoken...

The way she had worded things...

This whole time, had Nanako missed something? It wasn't adding up. Someone who really thought she deserved that treatment with the virus just for that... Someone who genuinely believed that her only worth was as a bag of magical energy... would Meltryllis have even bothered to come with her and keep an eye on her when she went to get food if that was all? If... if that was really it... if Meltryllis truly had nothing but hatred for her in her heart and no concern for her wellbeing, wouldn't she have simply destroyed Nanako's ability to leave her apartment at all and left her nothing more then a battery? Given what Nanako had seen, she was more then capable of that, but she hadn't.

She'd gone with her even when she thought it was a bad idea...

The others had escaped.

"I'll get out of the way and let you fight, Meltryllis," Nanako said, finally, getting back to her feet and quickly heading for cover behind the nearest wall.

The figure in the crater sprang out of it, raising a shadowy crossbow as it sprinted, firing crimson bolts far more rapidly then any human could have!

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Sir Lancelot, Knight of the Lake

As the arena descended into violence and the shadows rolled in, Lancelot did the only thing that made sense for a knight of his stature and position: he called upon his armour and summoned Arondight to his hand, racing up the stands to fight the shadows. His King's order was unnecessary; every instinct drove him to answer the challenge as soon as it was available.

Innocent people were in danger, and nothing was to be held back.

A shadow with a katana was the first to be cut down, showing that for all these numbers, the abilities the shadows presented were a mere fragment of the abilities of the original. Another almost-familiar figure with a spear was parried, only to be bifurcated in a blaze of released energy. Weak, so weak... but numerous. Even if they could all be cut down one by one, there were simply too many and too many possible victims to work through them so methodically. The restriction on Noble Phantasms was listed, but how many of those attending had true anti-army capabilities? Arturia might, but restraint would be the problem...

Adjusting his target, Lancelot moved for the most unlucky section of the stands, those who had the least Servants on their side when this began. He hoped that his Master could keep up, could reinforce after this action... but even if it meant his dismissal, there was no other choice. His blade shone with a pale light that steadily grew, trusting the others in attendance to more than cover for the weakness...

A dagger-wielding shadow fell.

The gathered energy would only be unleashed at the most desolate portion of the stands.


[System]
22 years old

Sarah is a bubbly, upbeat and happy person who has a passion for Chocobos. Because of this passion she has a bad habit of getting kicked, smacked and knocked around by the wild beats and it should come as no surprise that she's been thrown off once too many times. It's not uncommon seeing her limping back to the ranch after locking a feisty Chocobo back into barn.

Her bubbly personality makes her someone who follows her gut and, more or less, it gets her into trouble pretty regularly; sometimes she gets caught where she should be or hurt/bit/pecked/stepped on for doing something she shouldn't. However nothing can stop this happy person from being… well just that, happy.

As for self-defense she has always found guns fascinating but the exploding sound from the gun always frightened the Chocobos, and incidentally frighten herself so she never was able to give it a full try.

Unknown to all except the farm owner; Sarah is homeless without a family to her name and lives in the farm's loft which the owner deducts the amount of rent from her pay. Her dream it to attend the university in Insomnia and expand her knowledge to help the Chocobos but… it's more expensive than you'd think!

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His comment about finding them in a shop on the way here she beamed brightly at him. He was such a bright and fun guy, so much like her and it made her happy to find such a charming and fun spirit. Though he seemed a bit shy at times… that just made him all the more adorable; which in turn made her grin brightly.

Then he asked the question why she was out so late and she gave a small shrug. A gentle innocent smile moved across her face as she tucked her hands behind her back. The embarrassment crawled across her face as her cheeks turned red. "I… I thought it would be the best idea to stay at the ranch so if we wanted to leave early tomorrow we could." She said with a nod, refusing to admit to him that she lived and paid rent at the ranch… much less up in the rafters.

"Besides," She responded with a grin, her hands loosened up behind her and she pointed up. "Nothing beats that view." Her head rolled up to show the amazingly star sky overhead with constellations viewable. "Actually…" Reaching over, she took his large hand in a small one. "Come with me, just a view minutes, I promise." With that he pulled him back around the corner and down the barn toward the end until they arrived at a ladder. "You're not scared of heights right?" She asked playfully as she climbed up.

At the roof she offered her hand again. "The best view ever." She said brightly.

[Assistant]
"Aw, you didn't have to leave your place for that, Sarah." Prompto offered her a sympathetic look. He had no idea Sarah's home was on the ranch, he merely assumed there was another trailer on the property, and she'd rented it.

"Appreciate it, though! I know Ignis will, too. If we can get Noct out of bed...maybe we'll have a chance of leaving early," he laughed lightly, sliding the strap of the camera over his head. "But I wouldn't count on it."

When Sarah referred to the stars, Prompto started to look up when he felt her hand take his. "Huh? Where are we going?" Like a curious puppy, he allowed her to lead the way, unsure what she had to show him at such a late hour. Were the chocobo chicks up to mischief again? It wouldn't have been out of character for them. Amused by the thought, he followed her around the barn to where the ladder was propped up against the building.

"Bugs, yes. Heights, no." Prompto chuckled, keeping on the ground until he was sure Sarah made it to the top safely. If she lost her footing, he wanted to be sure to cushion her fall. After she got to the roof, he climbed the ladder and accepted her hand up. Thanking her, he moved away from the edge, surprised by how soft the section of roof was. It was covered with hay, providing a comfortable seat in which they may view the stars in all their glory.

"So this was what you were up to." Prompto smiled knowingly at the girl, relieved she hadn't been out to practice shooting on her own. Drawing his legs to his chest, he looked up at the sky for the first time that night, amazed by how brightly the stars shined. There wasn't a single cloud to block the view, nor were there any lights to interfere with their beauty.

"Wow..." Prompto breathed, awestruck by the sight. "You never see stars in the city...not like this."

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His knowing smile left her embarrassed as she turned her attention to the ground and sat down. "Maybe….." She said dragging out the word letting him know that he was correct but she wasn't willing to admit it. Though her small giggle and word stretched gave her away completely.

Crossing one long leg over the other she braced herself with her hands behind her as she followed the young man's gaze up to the stars, "That's the good thing about being out in the country area, the stars are always out." A smile danced across her lips before she tilted her head to one side, her thoughts carrying away before she got a chance to speak. "The city has its own version of stars though. I hope I can see your version of stars sometime." She said with an innocent smile towards the sky. "For me, something like that would be an amazing sight. Well, any of the city would be neat. I've never been to Insomnia."

Life had always been… odd for the poor girl. After losing her parents and finding a home at the Chocobo ranch getting out to do anything turned into a distance dream. Granted she loved the Chocobos and playing with them; her skills of training them became something the farm valued and there was no doubt that she was a special staff member. However, the idea of attending the university in Insomnia was something had wanted to do for a while. If she could study economics or gardening she would knowing full well that knowledge could be beneficial to the job and the chocobos!

 Her head rolled to the side as her attention moved from the stairs to the young man next to her. "Are you always so brave and willing to help out people… or on our case, yellow feathered friends? I know I've said it more than dozen times already but I-we all appreciate your guys' help with Deadeye just… just… please be careful tomorrow okay?"

[Assistant]
"Really?" The mention of the crown city was enough for Prompto turn his attention away from the stars dotting the sky. "I grew up in Insomnia," he hugged his knees to his chest, his eyes settling on the Chocobo Ranch sign across the field. "It's nice...but they don't have chocobos," he reminded her, a smile pulling at his lips. "Aside from that, though...I think you'd like it." He hesitated, feeling tongue tied. "If...you ever decide to visit, I'll give you the grand tour!" Did he just say that out loud? He did. Hopefully she didn't think him too forward for saying so, but the offer was there regardless.

When Sarah called him brave, Prompto's eyebrows rose a little in surprise. He never thought of himself as brave. Far from it. His offer to help came instinctively. Helping out was second nature to him. "Ah, it's nothing," he leaned back, keeping upright by bracing a hand against the roof. "Glad to help! Anything for the chocobos, am I right?" He chuckled lightly, falling serious when the girl made the request to be careful.

"I'll be careful," Prompto promised, touched that she would be concerned enough to warn him a second time. "You too though, okay?"

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"Now I have a reason to visit." Sarah said with a smile to him. Something about being led around the city by Prompto seemed like a good idea, maybe hand and hand? Who knows?! Or she's probably getting ahead of herself because she thinks his cute. Yes she finally admitted it to herself, she found him cute. She couldn't be grinning any bigger at him when he said that he would give her the tour. Now she had a reason to get away from the farm; something she hasn't had since they fateful day.

His statement reminding her to be careful nodded with a soft smile. "I promise." Sarah said softly. The two chatted for a little while longer and finally said their good nights before Prompto returned to the trailer and Sarah disappeared back into her room.

The next morning rolled around and Sarah was up, dressed and had done most of her chores on the farm before the boys were evening moving. After getting the Chocobos fed a scent reached her nose. "What is that?" She questioned sniffing the air, the blonde deposited her buckets of feed before following her nose towards… the trailer.

"Mornin'." She called out arriving to it seeing the Prince stepping out into the fresh air looking groggy and tired followed by Gladio who seemed more awake.

"Good morning." Gladio said with a grin as Noctis rubbed his sleepy eyes and grunted something that sounded like 'morning'. "Don't mind him, he doesn't wake up easy."

A laugh left Sarah as she placed her hands on her hips. "I can tell. I hope everyone slept well."

[Assistant]
After returning to the trailer, Prompto put his camera away, climbed up to his top bunk, and fell asleep within a matter of minutes. The day had been a long one, and the following would only be longer. They had Deadeye to take care of.

Morning came sooner than expected. Prompto lie on his back, snoring lightly with his forearm across his eyes. After a few taps on the shoulder, Ignis woke him, eyed him curiously, then moved to wake up Noctis.

Prompto groaned lightly, rubbing at his bloodshot eyes with his fists. "Morning already?"

Ignis nodded, shaking Noctis by the shoulder lightly. Noctis was ten times more difficult to waken. "We have have quite a bit of travel ahead of us," he informed the younger two, straightening once Noctis started to groggily sit up. "If we wish to reach Deadeye, I suggest we leave as soon as possible."

After a quick, yet expertly prepared breakfast, the four were ready to face the day. All except for Noctis.

Jumping down from the doorway of the trailer, Prompto skipped the stairs, landed lightly on his feet and smiled brightly upon seeing Sarah. "Heya," he greeted cheerily, fully awake despite the early hour. "I slept great! You?"

Noctis ran a hand over his face, inwardly cursing his best friend for being a morning person. "Any chance we can drive to Deadeye's location?" He questioned, failing to suppress a yawn. "Or do we have to...walk." The reasoning behind his asking, was because he wished to sleep in the car on the way there. The more sleep he could get, the better, and even then it was never enough.

"Aw, come on, Noct! It's a beautiful day!" Prompto elbowed him lightly. "The walk will help you wake up!"
Being the conscious soul that he was, he glanced behind Sarah's shoulder, viewing the buildings and chocobos in the distance. Sarah offered to help them, but he knew she had plenty of work with the ranch. "Need any help with anything before we set out?"

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Despite it being an early morning everyone seemed rather happy, expect for the prince who seemed like he's about four hours too early for waking up. The opposite of his friend, Prompto seemed bright and cheery despite the early morning, much like herself. "I'm glad to hear that. I slept well too." She responded just as bright and cheerfully as her fellow blonde.

It came as no surprise that the sleepiest person would ask if they could drive instead of walk to the area were Deadeye was and her small sigh said everything, "No…" She reiterated her sigh vocally as she slide her hands into the pockets of her blue jeans. "Unfortunately it's all on foot… for now." Prompto's joining in as a reassuring way to encourage walking made her nod. "A brisk walk through the morning forest is actually nice… when you don't run into monsters of course." She said with a small laugh and a gentle shrug of her shoulders.

Ignis exited the trailer before offering the group breakfast along with Sarah, to her surprise. Taking a place next to Prompto, she explained that she took care of the Chocobos before she came over but when they returned the birds would need their lunch and if anyone wanted to join in the feeding process, she'd gladly take any extra help. The group sat around the camper eating and talking before cleaning up and heading out.

Sarah led the way as she knew where she was going despite being rather nervous. She didn't want them to get lost but she also didn't want to walk straight into a group of monsters.

"It's not uncommon to hear Deadeye banging around this early in the morning. He seems to prefer the mist of the Nebulawood. From hunter's accounts he's roughly 70ish feet in height and around 220 tons. Anyone who has gotten close enough to it have reported that he's injured. Specifically missing his right eye."

"That's useful information." Gladio said as they hoofed it through the forest.

It was a long walk but her attention turned upward as she pulled the group to a halt in front of a large rock quarry. A flash of nervousness moved across her face as she took a deep breath and turned to the four men. "This is where I've seen it climb in and out of. I don't know if it necessarily lives here or not but it seems like a rather common place for it to vis—" BOOM a loud bang was heard followed by a deep growl and Sarah spun on her heel in the direction of the noise. There, off in the distance a behemoth of a figure began to climb up the stone structure. The figure… "Deadeye…"

Her small body shook slightly at the sight of it. It wasn't very far away from them so the vision of just how big this creature was as it climbed skillfully over the rock and disappeared on the other side. Sarah didn't make a sound until the breeze of the early morning carried something towards them, something she reached up and took from the air. Opening her palm she stifled a sob, a Chocobo Feather…