[System]
Age: 21
Gender: Female

Personality: Ambitious, headstrong, stubborn, caring, adventurous, spunky, curious of the unknown

Occupation: Intern at the Beacon with the hopes of becoming a reporter

[User]
Isaac nodded in agreement as he hoisted the chest into the trunk of the car. "Alright, let's go."

As they drove, he glanced in his rear view mirror a few times. "Are those two cars behind us following us?" He asked no on in particular.

[Assistant] Evie glanced at the sideview mirrors, seeing what he was talking about. "Shit, how did they find us so quickly?" She asked, looking behind them before glancing back at Isaac. "We need to shake them somehow."

[User]
Isaac sped up, weeving in and out of cars to evade their pursuers. The two cars behind them followed aggressively. Suddenly, Isaac saw flashing lights as a police car joined the chase.

"Shit," He cursed as he took a sudden turn onto a a highway. Lucas slammed against the car door in the back seat. "Sorry!" Isaac said, trying to focus on getting away. More police cars were joining the chase. This was a real clusterfuck.

[Assistant] "Oh great, as if this couldn't get any worse." Evie muttered before looking back at Lucas. Then an idea struck her; it might be crazy, but it could work. "Lucas, can you teleport us to Times Square? It might be our only chance of losing them."

[User]
He shook his head.

"He can't teleport with other people," Isaac said. "We won't survive."

Just as he spoke, a police cruiser pulled out in front of them, blocking them off. Isaac slammed on the breaks and lurched forward as another cruise slammed into the back of the car. He heard a crunch of car parts and wood. There was a loud shriek.

"Oh no," Isaac croaked, his head bleeding from hitting the steering wheel.

[Assistant] Evie screamed as they were hit, her injured arm getting rammed into the dash and causing fire to spread up her arm. She winced before looking back at the chest, seeing tentacles attempting to widen the cracks to escape. "No!" She exclaimed as the demon quickly slithered out of its chest, releasing a blood curdling scream.

[User]
Lucas was stunned by the wreck, but quickly snapped out of it upon hearing the demon screeching. Well, it looked like they were doing this thing here and now. Cars careened around them as Lucas got out. The demon was tearing its way out of the trunk. Police were piling out into the road, guns aimed at them. Several onlookers were recording.

The beast crawled from the car, it's tentacles flailing. The police and onlookers were a chorus and scream and orders, getting on the radio and calling for backup, and citizens crying. Lucas lunged at the demon, burning it as he put his hands on it's body. It was trying to escape, possibly to eat a few onlookers, but he blocked it off.

It seemed like this would be a pretty straight forward demon killing, but the two cars that had been following them pulled up. The backdoor opened on one, and a body was shoved out. It was Lars! He was still alive, but had clearly been viciously beaten. He groaned softly, picking his head up to look at up his friends through swollen eyes. His head began to expand, and his flesh tore. He cried out in agony as he began to transform.

[Assistant] "Lars!" Evie exclaimed, getting out of the car and, quiet foolishly, ran towards him through the crowd. "Fight back!" She yelled as she drew closer to him. She didn't care if she got hurt or killed, she was going to try something to help him.

[User]
But he couldn't fight back. By the time she got to him, Lars was already dead, and a monster was wreaking havoc on what was left of his body. The black beast that scuttled forth blinked it's huge, red eye at her, then let out an angry cry and lunged for her. Isaac just managed to snatch her and pulled her away.

The police opened fire on the demon, but that seemed to do fuck all, other than piss it off more. It scurried towards them and began tearing into cars and officers. Lucas had just finished destroying the first demon. He was exhausted, but he turned on the second one. A flash of light, and he was suddenly standing between the demon and the police.

A helicopter flew overhead, a news crew filming the entire stand off.

"You need to get people out of here!" Isaac shouted over the noise at any cops that would listen.

[Assistant]
"All units, fall back, I repeat, fall back!" An officer ordered, the others making people stand back so they wouldn't become casualties. Evie watched in horror and sorrow as another friend fell to the demon possessing them, her nails digging into her palm enough to leave behind angry red half moons.

Remembering the vial of holy water Isaac had given her, she grabbed it before looking at the demon who was once Lars. It might not work and cause her to become a signal for other demons, but she had to take a chance. Without hesitation, she threw it at the demon in hopes of it either breaking near, on, or even it swallowing the liquid.

[User] The demon let out a cry as the holy water burned it. It whipped around to face Evie and lunged at her, leaving an opening for Lucas for jump onto it, holding on for dear life as it burst into flames.

[Assistant] Evie quickly backed away from the burning demon, watching as the surrounding crowd screamed in fright, took pictures or videos, or just watched with her. The truth was out now, the cult wouldn't be able to hide now.

[User] Once the demon was finally reduced to ash, Lucas was left huddled on the ground. He had been so focused on the task at hand that he hadn't really noticed how large the crowd around him was. They were gasping, pointing, taking pictures. He pulled his scarf up desperately and tried to curl in on himself. He was weak from destroying two demons back to back, and all he wanted to do was disappear from this moment.

[Assistant] Evie ran to his side, gently placing an arm around his shoulders. "It's okay. I'm here, Lucas, I'm here." She said soothingly, trying to coax him to stand so they could leave. "If you have enough strength, go to the hotel. Isaac and I will meet you there." She whispered.

[User]
He shook under her arm. He didn't have the strength to teleport, but he could make it to the car. Once in the backseat, he curled up with his knees to his chest.

"Take him back to the hotel," Isaac said, poking his head in. "I'm gonna stay here and talk to the cops about what's going on. Hopefully this can get that subway raided."

[Assistant] "Hopefully." Evie echoed before driving back to the hotel, trying to get people to move and leave Lucas alone as they tried taking pictures of him. She eventually got away and back to the hotel, helping Lucas up to their room and onto a bed. "There. We're safe now." She assured him

[User]
Lucas tugged the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around himself. This had been why he dreaded going public with this. His fear of people, plus being bombarded by the media, would make him miserable. Hopefully, once this all blew over, he could live out the rest of this reincarnation's life in peace and avoid being brutally murdered like usual.

He turned the TV on and watched the news stories unfold. Isaac was shown talking about the goings ons of the last few days, and even what lead up to this years prior. The subway was, indeed, being raided, and people in cloaks were shown being stuffed into police cars.

[Assistant] "See? We brought them to justice and no more demons will be released. You're a hero." Evie smiled before gently giving him a side hug. She knew it wasn't usual for his incarnations to be seen as a hero, but someone had to see it for him. "I know it's not vinyl, but I saved some Louis Armstrong songs on my phone if it will help calm you down." She offered.

[User]
He nodded as he fidgeted with the blanket. Music would certainly take his mind off things. He looked back at the raid on the TV. The news helicopter filming it was hoving right over the subway entrance. He could see the familiar form of Isaac down below talking to the authorities.

Suddenly, a group of cultists burst from the subway, guns blazing. They sprayed the police with bullets in retaliation, resulting in an all out fire fight. Isaac fell to the ground.

Lucas leaped towards the TV, pressing his hands against it anxiously. Isaac wasn't getting back up...

[Assistant] "Isaac!" Evie screeched in fear and worry for their friend as she saw him get shot. A shaking hand covered her mouth. "No...no, no, no, no. Isaac, please don't leave him. You can't leave him alone." She begged, unable to see what was happening as Lucas blocked the screen in his worry. Tears stung her eyes as she fought back sobs.

[User] He looked back at her, his dark eyes anxious and sad. Lucas rubbed his face on his sleeve, drying the beginnings of his own tears. He stood and went over to her, taking her hand and squeezing it for reassurance.

[Assistant]
Evie looked at him, her own tears falling now. "I'm sorry, Lucas. You're all alone now without someone to keep you safe. I don't know if there was anyone else aside from Lars and Isaac who knew about you at the church who could become your keeper." She said before remembering her scar.

"Shit. I got rid of my holy water to help you with the demon. They could know we're here right now. We better go to the church where we'll be safe. Maybe I can find another vial."

[User] He let out a silent sob and wiped his eyes again. Lucas nodded solemnly.

[Assistant]
Evie knew he wasn't really the type for hugs, but both of them needed some comfort as she gently hugged him, trembling as she tried to hold back the sorrow she felt. Both of them had lost two good friends; Lucas moreso than her. After a while, she let him go before leading him back to the car.

Thankfully they were able to arrive at the church without any complications, Evie leading him towards the building.

[User]
Lucas silently walked behind her into the church. Father Walters was in the office, watching the TV in horror. He jumped when they approached him. He was clutching a tissue in his hands, his eyes puffy. They widened when he saw Lucas.

"Lars? He's-"

Lucas nodded softly.

Father Walters covered his mouth. Never did he think he would outlive the teenager he had taken in. Or witness such a horrible demise. "And Isaac?"

Lucas's eyes fell to the ground as he nodded again.

[Assistant]
"This was the only place I could think of where we'd both be safe." Evie said before showing the scar on her arm and explaining how she obtained it. "I used my holy water to help Lucas fight what was once Damien. I didn't remember it was protecting me until we were at the hotel." She said before looking over sadly at Lucas.

"Who's going to be his keeper now that Isaac's gone?"

[User]
Father Walter dried his eyes again and led them to the basin near the front of the chapel. He dipped a jar into it and filled it up, screwing the lid on and giving it to Evie. "Take as much as you need," He said. At her question of who was going to keep Lucas now, he shook his head. "I can't answer that. I tried my best to stay out of...all this. Although, I imagine there's nothing stopping anyone else from stepping up for the job."

He turned to Lucas. "You can always stay here if you need to."

[Assistant]
Evie thanked him for the bottle before looking back at Lucas. Father Walters' words hung around her for a moment as she stood there. Was she really going to do this despite knowing the dangers which accompanied it? "I'll be his keeper." She found herself saying.

"He has no one else who's gone through this aside from me. I'll give up journaling to protect him. I'll learn how to exorcise demons so I can at least do something to help. I'm not blind to what's out there anymore."

[User]
Father Walters seemed a bit stunned, as did Lucas. The silent man looked at her for a moment before his eyes crinkled in what would have probably been a smile. He took her hand again and squeezed it gently, perhaps showing his approval at the idea.

"Just be careful," Father Walters said, "I'm sure you know what this job entails by now. I have a few resources you can use to learn exorcism, but I'm not sure where Isaac learned what he knew."

Lucas pointed to himself, insinuating that he taught Isaac how to perform exorcisms. He could probably teach Evie as well.

[Assistant] "I know the dangers and I'm not afraid." Evie said before smiling at Lucas as he offered to teach her. Had someone told her she'd be a guardian of an angel demon exorcist, she would have thought they were insane. "You teach me how to exorcise demons, and I'll help you with your sign language. Deal?" She grinned.

[User] He nodded. "Well, if you need anything, my doors are open," Father Walters offered. They would need a place to stay for sure, since both Isaac's house and her apartment were known locations to the cult. Any stragglers crazy enough to enact revenge could show up there at any time. Maybe they could bunker down at the church until they figured it out.

[Assistant] "Thank you, Father Walters. Once I find a place for us where Lucas and I will be safe, we'll be out of your hair. For now, this is our safe haven." She said with a soft sigh. She glanced at Lucas, seeing a little hope in his eyes. "Well, I better start reading those books."


[System]
Appearance

His usual attire is simply a black coat, one usually worn to allow travel through the Darkness at minimal risk.

Age: ?
Skills:
He prefers keeping his skills to himself, but for the most part he usually either throws some magic spells at enemies or beats them down with Martial Arts if they manage to get close to him.

Personality:
He likes to come off as aloof and laid back, if not outright lazy. He often stands or walks with a slouchy posture, hands almost always kept firmly in his pockets to really sell the image. He apparently hates taking things seriously, preferring to "lighten the mood" with humor by injecting jokes, though not particularly funny ones. He responds to any and all criticism with a simple shrug, and perhaps a bad joke for good measure. Even when fighting breaks out, he remains perfectly relaxed and will often just be content to let his allies win the day, though he will defend himself if he's attacked directly. He keeps a grin plastered on his face at almost all times, and it always looks genuine enough. Though, should one look into his amber eyes for long enough, they might start to get an uneasy feeling, as if he's hiding something or knows more than he lets on.

Bio:
Seth is... kind of a mystery. Really, he's like a walking enigma. Ask him about something from his past and he'll probably make something up, barely even trying to keep his stories straight. In fact he comes off as if he himself isn't even aware of his own history, which would likely explain why he just makes it up as he goes along - sometimes even offering multiple choice answers! Joking aside, Seth genuinely remembers very little about his home or childhood. More than anything, he hopes to find his home world so he could try and jog his memories and actually remember something real.

Name: ?
Summary of History: ?
Important Nations (Great Powers, etc.): ?
Overall Technology Level: ?
Map: ?

[User]
"Nah, I can't move too well in those things," doing a shooing motion with her free hand as she expressed her unwillingness on wearing a robe. While she hasn't worn one, she wasn't a fan of it just based on looking. It appeared to be stuffy and difficult to move in, despite how Taka made it seem during their little duel a week back. "I'm alright with what I have, thanks."

It would appear that the rain had really dulled her senses. As the girl barely dodged an attack from a Heartless behind her by jumping to the right. "Where'd that come fro-" Before she could finish the thought, she found herself avoiding a barrage of attacks from a few Heartless that were within her reach.

Jumping back to give herself some space, she almost slipped from the wet ground. Quick to recover, she was swift at dispatching the Heartless that were rushing towards her with a few swings from her Keyblade.

As soon as the few she had defeated disappeared, several more replaced them. The several, replaced by many. The many, by even more. "Is there no end to them?", she thought as she blocked a heavy swing from one of the larger Heartless. Their numbers and aggressiveness were more than she was used to fighting, and as such, she had already been sustaining damage and injuries here and there. Although the injuries themselves were mostly minor, they do start piling up. The magic-based ones especially. Her movements began slugging down a little, losing their sharpness and quickness.

Her thoughts briefly wandered towards her companions. "Oh crap, where's Taka and Ryteb?" Mai had gotten distracted by the sudden swarm of Heartless converging on her, that she wasn't able to keep track of her allies. In between strikes and dodges, she tried to locate them. But the pouring rain had been hampering her vision a lot, and it was difficult to see more than several feet away from her.

In the midst of her battle with the Heartless, she had failed to notice the new player that had entered the scene above them.

[Assistant]
You know, Taka's comment didn't really bother Ryteb, but the fact that the enemies were just ignoring him and Taka really pissed him off. To cap it all off, the king bastard himself had appeared. He garbed himself in the robe of a master, making his appearance even more infuriating. The darkness swirled around his feet, allowing him to float above everyone else.

"Ah, the Emperor's Lackeys..." he spoke, with that arrogant tone that always pissed off Ryteb, "And the Seeker as well... Lavina is going to freak out when she learns about this." He let out a chuckle, but there was little humour to the laugh. It put the listeners in mind of a cat who has just cornered a particularly juicy mouse. Raising his hand, the bastard made a gesture. Heartless were sucked towards him, and melted down into darkness. The darkness coalesced into a dark spear, which he sent flying towards Mai.

If Ryteb was pissed before, he was positively livid now. How dare Retsam ignore him, how dare he act like a master, and how fucking dare he attack someone other than him. Using Stonra, he used the rubble caused by his quakes, and other mages' attacks, to form a shield to block the spear. Well, fine then. If Retsam was ignoring him, then he'll just have to make him notice him. He took a deep breath and began to chant.

"These are the paths of Destruction. The Water extinguishes Fire, Fire consumes the Air, the Air erodes the Earth, the Earth nullifies Lightning, Lightning destroys the Water." As he chanted, energy began to crackle around him, blasting back any Heartless that got too close, "These are the paths of Creation. From the burning of Flames comes the ash of Earth, from the mountains of Earth comes the rivers of Water, from the boiling of Water comes the clouds of Air, from the storms of Air comes the ferocity of Lightning, from the striking of Lightning comes the beginnings of Fire. I call forth the Lightning to break the power of Water and create the strength of Fire."

As he finished the chant, energy that had been forming around him condensed into an orb. As soon as it had formed, it shot off towards the centre of the rainstorm before exploding in a brilliant flash of light. When the light returned to normal, the rainstorm had evaporated, both clearing everyone's line of sight and allowing Ryteb to use his offensive techniques again. At the same time, it had also taken a bunch of energy out of him. His stomach began to growl in hunger.

"Food. Now. Baka." Ryteb growled at Taka, clutching his stomach and dropping down to his knees. Overhead, Retsam began to laugh again, though this time there was a sick joy to it.

"Well, well, well... I didn't notice that the golden goose was accompanied by a fox pup. I guess it must be hunting season. Gentlemen, if you would." He gestured, and his army redoubled their assault, now slightly focusing on the hunger stricken Ryteb, but Mai was still their main target. "Food..." Ryteb groaned as the Heartless were beating the crap out of him.

@ShadowVentus

[User]
Seems like this one's in a hurry, or is easily angered, I wonder? Drake thought before he noticed her Scythe had changed into a Keyblade. He sighed, "Great, another one using a massive key. Seriously? Do you people just stick that into people and unlock their deaths or something?" that was a terrible joke. Drake suddenly jumped to the side and began to dodge the flames as she spared the molten hot liquor around the chamber. The ceiling started to fall from the increased temperature, but Lavinia summoned trees of all things to keep it from crushing them. After he found his footing and checked to make sure he wasn't on fire. He came up with a plan. Her attitude and the way she held herself made him assume she might anger easily. So he decided to test that theory.

"Well, this is the first time a woman offered me a drink. Usually I'm the one offering the drink," Drake said as he stuck his sword into the ground. He took out the rust red slender cylinder from his coat pocket. The tip opened and small rust red pill dropped out. Drake quickly took the pill and swallowed it. He placed the cylinder back into his pocket and picked up his sword and added, "Of course I'd only offer the pretty ones a drink. Maybe a few more shots will make you more attractive." Drake spun his sword and let it rest on his right shoulder as a sly smile formed on his face. He needed to not only test his theory, but stall for time for the pill to take effect.

The pill was called Eagle Eye. The nanobots in the pill were specialized in enhancing a person's sight and processing speed. It wouldn't grant him super vision, but allow him to see and process at a much faster speed for a short while. 90 seconds to be exact. He readied himself for her next attack and knew he would have to eventually shot her the full extent of his powers.

[Assistant]
Pymeroce@SMS@Letter Bee

Sparing no time for precautions, Taka simply created an easy fix to their dilemma by opening up two Corridors. The first one appears on Ryteb, moving him out of harm's way and into what appears to be a bazaar, lined with vendors selling all sorts of wares and consumables. Of course, there was sure to be a soul there kind enough to aid a collapsed man such as himself.

As for the walking target that is Mai, that's where the second Corridor comes in. It opens right in front of her, sending out a volley of swords created out of darkness towards the incoming Heartless, piercing through them in droves.

"Retsam, do you not remember me? Not that I don't appreciate your help, but this is my mission...please let me follow through with it." Taka calls to him, quickly reacting to a Large Body heading towards him, leaping above it, dealing a clean blow to its head, it dissipating behind him as he lands. Seeing this person in particular made him remember something he was told about Mai before he originally met her. However, the sentence he recalled was fragmented, certain words censored by static as they echoed in his mind. "*bzzt* the Seeker...and *bzzt*...that is your mission..."

[User]
"Great, another one using a massive key. Seriously? Do you people just stick that into people and unlock their deaths or something?"

The sound of Drake's voice in his ear made Seth do a double take before he remembered the earpiece things they were both wearing. Oh right... forgot about these things. Since they could still communicate Seth decided to shoot Drake an answer to his question, "Well, I mean... you're not entirely wrong." the Nobody said with a bit of a shrug that no one would see since he was alone. At least, he was alone up until a moment later.

Another Heartless appeared, a big fella too. He had to be a good five or six times bigger than an average human adult. It had bulky, muscular arms and a gaping hole in its torso in the shape of a Heart, "Heheh..." Seth chuckled to himself, having only just now realized the symbolism of a Heart-shaped hole, "I get it... because you're Heartless and - you know what? I doubt a beast like you is going to appreciate the joke anyway." it certainly didn't, as the Heartless proceeded to summon a squad of Shadows that tried to encircle the Nobody. This elicited a sigh of disappointment, "Really? We're going with this song and dance?" Seth said then proceeded to shrug and give his Heartless opponent a wide, unsettling grin complete with his right eye lighting up with a bright blue glow.

The Shadows lunged for an attack, but soon found themselves riddled with arrow-shaped energy shots. Seth's Snipers, still hanging around despite their previous target's retreat, cleared away the wave of Shadows so that their commander could focus squarely on the Darkside who, by the way, went about throwing its fist at the Nobody in a giant punch. Seth's response was to... seemingly stand there and take it head on, which he did. The massive fist stopped just short of Seth's body, the Nobody having caught the punch with his hands using his own considerable strength. The Darkside was still slightly stronger, proven by the fact that the impact of the punch still pushed the Nobody back a few feet. But Seth, still the smarter of the two, used this setup to his advantage. With its arm now pointed squarely down at him, Seth now had a direct path leading right up to the Darkside's face.

Seth was quick to act, his earlier Haste spell having not quite run out yet. He hopped up and dashed along the Darkside's arm before making a leap for the head. Once there he unleashed a flurry of swift punches, then followed that up by spinning his body around in order to slam his knee and shin on the side of the Heartless' head, effectively delivering a devastating spin just before the law of gravity forced Seth to land back on the ground.


[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
Ayame
Phoenix Wing

Nero

She cheerfully smiled at Nero still in full attention of what he was saying about the trains. She only had a few train toys when she still was a tad long. Towns people would bring some toys with them for her whenever they were getting the goods from the farm she lived on. It always made her extremely happy to be able to play with something more boyish like instead of those frilly girl dolls. It was one of her dreams to ride a train over the farm fields where you could watch far over the horizon with only vegetables and fruits. Nero said it didn't feel like anything all to special but he must have been in a lot of trains before so he probably already got used to it "Did it take long to get to the place you were going? Let's go together sometime!" She cheerfully giggled close to his face and sat down again. She angled her head at him hearing the weird name and his somewhat weird laugh "Ol' icy drawers? Who is she? How have you met her? Did I meet her before?" She pondered leaning her chin on her arms again. She heard Nero talk about Lazarus and in general about all the wizards "Really? I never heard that they had a positive point like that before."

She softly squealed feeling her clothes move out of nowhere. At first she taught someone was trying to pull her clothes of of her. Her reflex immediately kicked in and tried to hold her clothes. It took a moment for her to realise that it was Nero his doing. He had swapped her clothes to some new fresh ones. She still had a red blush on her face but began to smile seeing how he had done a little upgrade to her new clothes "Oh new desing idea of yours?" She looked around her body inspecting the new clothes. Nero seemed to rely on his magic a lot, it sure was handy and easy to use but some normal hand washing would have done the same job, it would only take a few minutes longer. She gave a nod "Must be nice to have such magic. Sure seems handy most of the times. Never need a second pair of clothes in your case." She cheerfully smiled at him again giving a nod in the progress "At Least there are some interesting things happening around here."

She noticed Nero was watching at the commotion that was going on and it made her curious herself as well. She turned her head at the others heard Nero silent talk not specifically at anyone. Why was he talking so softly? was it something only she could hear? Her head shot to Nero again hearing what he was saying. She wanted to comment on it but he might get mad at her for saying such things to him. She turned her head to the commotion again and began whispering "Joining a guild like this to get away with anything bad that was an 'accident' isn't something anyone would do, it will probably work if the person in question is befriended well enough with the guild like that guy over there. That person should have some self shame however, betraying good people that care for each other like that." She kept staring at the commotion and wasn't gonna question what Nero was doing with his hand before she heard him out.

[Assistant]
Fleo Plector – A Very Anime Situation

A sudden jolt permeated Fleo's nightmare, fragmenting the dreamscape and reeling her consciousness back to reality. Her eyes blinked open, their first subject the uninspiring ceiling. It did not take long at all for her to become aware of a pressure on her chest, and turned her eyes thereabouts to find the source of the discomfort. She froze as she witnessed Nolan, looking very unnerved himself, sprawled upon her with his head between her breasts. Like a red tide, a furious blush spread over her face, her magenta eyes opening ever wider as her skin assumed the color of a radish. Then she exploded.

Fleo's limbs literally detonated in an explosion of dust. Clouds of the irritating particles billowed out into the hallway and out of the uninstalled windows. Over the din of the eruption, a voice, flustered, mad, and highly embarrassed, bubbled forth loud enough to penetrate walls and floors. "OFF! I'm almost ten years older than you! I thought you couldn't stand women!? You can't stick your face in a lady's boobs until you've at least gone on three dates! Are you some kind of pervert!? Why are you in my room!? Lucas, why are you here!? Did you put Nolan up to this!? How dare you! Funjin Bakuhatsu!"

More dust exploded out of Fleo's room, sending the boys into the hallway. Fleo, wearing only shorts and a tank top, though with her arms and legs fully reformed and covered in bandages, stormed out with another Dust Bomb ready to throw. In the commotion, she had apparently found her headrag, for she was wearing it again, though she didn't look pleased. In fact, Fleo's expression was very confusing; it was roughly half murderous, and half struggling not to burst out laughing and the look on the boys' faces. "Who's ready to sneeze for a week straight?"

Nero – Guild hall

The cheerful responses of Ayame, occurring just before the events concerning Lazarus, elicited cheerful compliance on Nero's part. When asked who 'Icy Drawers' was, he had pointed to Sasha, and when she remarked about the handiness of his magic, he declared, "Yessiree! When it comes to combat I'm downright awful, but when it comes to helping or hindering there's no-one better!"

Then the confrontation occurred. For a while it looked to Nero like the whole thing would be resolved peacefully, and so his hand had been lowered when Sasha attacked Shujin and Jarvis removed him from the premises. Nero cursed inwardly, not wanting to upset his little friend. It had been an embarrassing one-sided fight after all; now, nobody would take the metal-molding Rune Knight or his ideals seriously. It took the Genie a moment to fully comprehend what Ayame was saying, for her reply didn't directly parallel his, but was constituted of her own analysis of the situation worded in her own way. Nero smiled dejectedly at the girl, bemoaning himself for trying to impose on her his views. Perhaps she had a better grasp of the situation than he did. After hearing the confession of Lazarus, he lost interest in interfering with the matter. His voice regained its usual volume and joviality. "I guess he does feel shame after all. That's a good start. I hope this queen judges him justly. Not fairly—justly." In his eyes, fairness was a concept created by the weak to take advantage of the strong, but that didn't need to be injected into his rhetoric now.

[User]
Outside Phoenix Wing
"Tch." Trinity snatches her arrow back, watching Time Lord with her edge of suspicion. She steps around him to watch Shujin, though she keeps an eye on the mysterious figure with her. "You're at least mediocre at manipulating the truth. You haven't done anything to us... yet. But that doesn't mean you won't." She waits for Shujin to try and do something. If he tries to bust back inside, Trinity would respond with her Net Arrow.

"The fact that you're on a mission concerns me more. It raises the question... who are you here for?" She turns again, whether Shujin decides to go back toward the guild or not, and gazes pointedly at the mark on the stranger's hand. "You represent a larger body, do you not? I assume you observe for them." She starts to prepare a Fire Arrow, though she makes no show of it. She had another trick up her sleeve, too, but this was too soon to show it to him.

She hears... some kind of ruckus from within the guild hall, even through the walls. Some yelling, she thought she saw a puff of dust come off the building... what was going on?


[System]
Appearance:

Super Alias: Noisemaker, Dr. Ding

Age: 25

Power(s):Cassie has the ability to emit, absorb, and analyze vibrations; in other words, she manipulates sound.
Genes: Super-senses, force manipulation.

Super Suit Specifics:Cassie wears a white enamel androgynous power suit that is easily mistaken for a robot. It looks something like the following image.But the head has a single red camera in the center like the following image.Cassie wears a white hooded robe over all this.

Cassie's power suit provides a decent amount of protection and minimal strength augmentation while providing her with many options when using her natural ability. She has many devices that produce or augment sound. Notably, she has a sword/bat that is essentially a massive tuning fork that she can make vibrate at different frequencies to shatter different materials. She also carries many small disc-shaped emitters that she lays around to create acoustic or harmonic zones that amplify her power. Cassie's suit was not designed by Edna Mode, though it still comes with the standard homing device and communicator.
Skills:Cassie has a PhD in theoretical physics and can do high-level math in her head, which helps her with the complex behaviors of sound.
Personality:Cassie comes off as stern and no-nonsense. She believes that superheroic acts should be a duty rather than a passion and looks down on those who do it for the thrill. She believes that supers are beholden to the people and should be held accountable if their recklessness harms or endangers the populace. This is not a popular stance among supers but has earned her a degree of clout among the BSA. Some supers see her as a traitor, but she frankly doesn't care what they think. Cassie believes in discipline and order and sees the government as the rightful holders of the reins over supers, red tape, bureaucracy and all. Cassie does have a nurturing side, like a teacher; and will praise and reward those willing to obey.
Biography:Cassie's parents were the Chinese-American duo, Dr. Ding and Tremor. Dr. Ding was the brains, a telwpath who used his incredible senses and ability to communicate discreetly to spot for Tremor, who could manipulate the ground and create earthquakes. Before Cassie was born, her parents played classical music towards the womb, based off a quack theory that doing so would help the unborn child's brain develop. When Cassie was born, everyone was surprised to hear Beethoven's Ninth Symphony playing from the baby. Cassie was only around 7 or 8 when the famous court case, The People vs. Mr. Incredible happened. Her parents, despite being supers themselves, saw merit in the suit filed against Mr. Incredible, and reassessed their own performance. They also saw this as an opportunity to stop Cassie from becoming a hero since they felt hero work was too dangerous for her since her ability did nothing to protect her, having zero defensive capabilities. They had Cassie focus her energies on her studies instead. Still, they didn't want her losing her super heritage, so they let her train her abilities in secret, always stressing discipline, control, and precision, reminding her that she had the potential to be extremely dangerous. As Cassie went through, her parents wondered if the classical music had worked since Cassie demonstrated super intellect and became an ace student, skipping a few grades in the process. She went on to university, and then to graduate school where she earned her degree. Cassie also showed an interest in sociology and political theory as she tried to figure out her place in the world as a super and has even given a few speeches in support of a world where supers operated only under government supervision. This has earned her a spot in the BSA's new program.
Equipment/possessions:Her super suit is a design she was able to squeeze out of defense contractors that she had collaborated with on research projects. She lacks a certain degree of sentimentality and doesn't keep mementos. She has her glasses because her eyesight is horrible even though she could use echolocation instead.
Others:She sometimes goes by Dr. Ding, which is her father's super alias because she not only shares the surname, but she also has the degree to warrant the title of doctor. She sometimes announces her arrival by emitting an 'elevator bell' *DING* sound as a signature.

[User] Cassie looked over to Rebekah and Mako. "You know," Cassie said, using her power to project her voice, "you shouldn't recklessly test your abilities in public spaces. As an example to other supers, we should only try the limits of our powers in government-regulated testing facilities." While the words themselves may be condescending, she spoke in an instructive way, seeing herself as the role-model, the paragon to these impressionable youth (though Mako wasn't much younger than herself); youth who had only known and looked up to heroes like Mr. Incredible, who was hardly the ideal Cassie felt these girls should be striving towards.

[Assistant]
Rebekah Green

Rebekah cocked an eyebrow at Cassie's words. "Yeah? Well this right here is a dedicated facility, and the base of a government-funded programme for the training of young supers. Which is exactly what we're doing." Indeed, it was within this very building where each of them did most of their training with Lucius. Sometimes this happened in one of the the empty apartments below them, or up on the roof when they needed a more open space.

"Come on Mako, at least give it a try. This induction cooking sounds like a great skill to have, it lets you practise having fine control over your powers, and if you can pull it off, I bet Jack-jack would really love it!

She pressed the tray into Mako's hands, and then stepped back to give her room to work.

[User]
They did both have good arguments.

"I really shouldn't," She began to say, but was interrupted by the pan being shoved into her hands.

But the boredom had gotten to her. She was bored, simple as that. So, the devil won this time, and her conscious would have to wait.

"Alright, so, I can't hold onto the pan either, it is going to get hot so lets go over here," She moved over to a counter top and laid down some hot pads on the counter and set the pan on top of it. Mako Kai pulled up a wooden stool so she could focus and not worry about forgetting how to stand. "Nobody in the room has a pacemaker or similar, right? Cassie, you might want to turn down your equipment for a moment, this could get noisy..."

With her hands hovering near the pan the Magnastar put her powers to the test. The idea was simple, excite the metal into creating enough kinetic energy that it produces heat without friction. Yep, real simple. The process was done with thousands of small magnets all firing in sequence to keep the pan in one place while making it move at a microscopic level. Mako was attempting to do it with just her hands. It wouldn't be pretty, Mako knew that. She would start of with slow pulses and low powered and increase the pace between her hands until it was almost constant, and then slowly amp up the power. She closed her eyes at first and began. Then after about 30 seconds of this she nodded for Rebekah to crack the egg and put it on the pan. She practically held her breath as she waited to hear the sizzle and smell the pleasant smell of frying egg.

[Assistant] Cassie sniffed in annoyance at Rebekah's retort but didn't reply. If the TV had been a CRT, no doubt the image would be experiencing fluctuations right about now. Cassie passive-aggressively got up from her seat, and sat back down on the other side of Jack-Jack, blocking his view of Rebekah and Mako. "So John," Cassie spoke to Jack-Jack, using his given name, "As supers, we need to learn how to use our powers responsibly, isn't that right, Mary?" She took a berry from Mary's basket, "Thanks for the berries, by the way." She gave the pair in the kitchen a side-eye, half-expecting something to explode.

[User]
Algorithm"No problem." said Mary. "If you need anything else, just let me know. I'll go to my room and grow it." She stuck another strawberry in her mouth, not even bothering to pull the leaves off the top. She looked over at their attempts at cooking with powers. "You know, if you want to try it I could grow an oak tree and wee could try wood-fire cooking."

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Jack-Jack was too busy watching some TV program aimed at preschoolers to care about the woman's attempt at cooking with her powers or the preparation of his food.

[Assistant]
It was weak at first, to be sure, but there was definitely some cooking happening with the egg. She focused harder now, pushing a little more power into it. Elsewhere in the kitchen, where nobody was paying attention, a spoon slid a few inches across the counter in Kai Mako's direction. The audible sound of sizzling began to take place, followed soon by the aroma of the cooking egg.

"Haha!" She exclaimed at the apparent success, she let go of her focus slightly in her jubilation, the power she provided didn't drop, but her control did. The previously unnoticed spoon took a jump and found itself planted on the back of Mako's right hand with an audible smack, adhered there by magnetic force, drawn to her ring and her bangle. The heat suddenly left the pan, nearly instantly in fact, and the egg stopped cooking, still a little under-done to really call it edible. But then, there were several dishes in her cultural heritage that called for raw or undercooked egg. When she finally released her powers the rest of the way, she reached over with her left hand and removed the spoon from its perch on her right hand, then switched it back over before using it to scoop up the partially cooked egg.

"No sense in letting it go to waste!" She said as she put a runny spoon full in her mouth, she chewed and swallowed quickly before starting for another scoop, "It could use some salt and pepper, but all in all, I'd say that it proves that it can be done." She stuck a second scoop in her mouth with a triumphant smirk on her face.

[User]
Rebekah Green

Obligingly, Rebekah handed over the condiments, a massive grin splitting her face.
"That was fantastic" she crowed. "Hey Jack-jack, come check out what Mako's done! She can use her powers to cook!"

Taking the tray in her own hands while Mako added seasoning, she moved into the doorway and held it down low enough for the pre-schooler to see. There wasn't really that much to see, so she focussed her own power into the egg, causing it to grow to about 5 times its original size.

"The first course is served" she announced, grabbing a few more spoons. She handed one to Jack-jack and then scooped a little of the egg onto her own, raising it in a mock toast. "Here's to Mako" she declared, "And to superpowers making the world better in ways both big and small."

[Assistant] Cassie saw this as what some overbearing teachers/parents might call a 'teachable moment'. Following Jack-Jack to the kitchen, Cassie first scrutinized the egg, making sure it was safe for child consumption. "Ms. Green is right, John," Cassie said, much to everyone's surprise, "Our superpowers can make the world a better place." Cassie looked around for a moment. "BUT. Supers who abuse their powers, or use them recklessly, can hurt a lot of people. So we need to learn self-control and only use our powers when we have to."

[User]
"It's hard to learn self control when you only use them when you have to, but yes, we can hurt people. That's why we have to be careful how we use them." Mary said, disagreeing a bit with the cautious woman. "Of course, if they were trying anything really dangerous we'd need to be in a training area just to be safe, but that is a simple enough trick that people do all of the time with machines, so we knew what could happen. Still, I guess it would be safer if we tried it in a the training area until we are used to it. We wouldn't want to heat up the nails in the wall or the wiring by accident."

She cut up some fruit to go with the super and filled a bowl with various pieces. She then grabbed a fork and sat down on the couch to eat. She wasn't a vegan. In fact, even some plants ate animals, something she was more than willing to duplicate, but she just didn't feel like doing so right now. "So, how about I go out and get us some ice cream after supper? It wouldn't take more than a few minutes." She stopped as a light on the TV started to blink. She grabbed the remote and typed in a combination and the screen changed to reveal a seemingly distraught Mrs. Parr.

"Mommy!" yelled Jack-Jack.

"Hello, Jack-Jack." she said. "Listen, Honey's going to come over and watch you for a little while." She looked up at the others. "The rest of you need to suit up. There's a robot attacking a research lab on the other side of the city and we're going to need your help."

[Assistant]
Rebekah Green

The tray of egg lay forgotten on the floor after Elastigirl's sudden appearance and subsequent revelation. There were four Incredibles on patrol tonight, plus Frozone, and they were still calling for backup? It might have just been cautionary, but something in Rebekah's gut told her that this was bad.

She sprung across the living room and wrenched open a cupboard, revealing her super suit and bag, and began dressing hurriedly. Despite her worries, now was the time for action. This was the reason that each of them was here, the focus of all of their training so far. When the situation called for it, they would have to put their duty first and leave anxieties for later. Now was the time for action.

"...Research lab" she repeated. "Do you guys know where that is?" Without waiting for an answer, she addressed the television. "Where can we find you?"

It was yet another unfortunate side effect of being new to the city that Rebekah had virtually no idea where things were in Metroville, aside from the big landmarks. That meant she would have trouble getting anywhere in a hurry, teleportation power or not. Did she have time to crack out a big city map and find one building? She didn't know. It was still the time for action, but considered, well-advised action would serve everyone better. She pulled on her shoe and waited for a response.

[User] Cassie 'tsk'ed when Mrs. Incredible came on the TV. While she felt that crime fighting was a responsibility of supers, it was not one she reveled in. And although both her parents had been crimefighters, Cassie herself was anything but seasoned, and she was sure the same could be said of the others present. "I know where it is," Cassie said to Rebekah, having worked there herself. "But I'll need some time suiting up." Cassie cracked open the large white trunk she took with her everywhere, revealing her armor packed inside in small parts fitted to individual cubby holes. She pulled out a simple black spandex suit; she would need to slip this on before donning the armor.


[System]
Nickname(s): Duke, sometimes referred to as Rat Bastard

Age: 18

Grade: Mephisto's, 3rd year

Appearance: Long, unkempt black hair, mostly vacant brown eyes. Looks quite unreliable at first glance. Wears a heavily worn second-hand uniform, but sports noticeably expensive accessories. He's quite tall but somewhat thin, it seems like you could push him over without much effort.

Marmaduke (or Duke, as he likes to be called) was born to a poor home, to a single mother in a bad neighbourhood. His father was a far-gone fling of his mother's, so they were left to fend for themselves. It was rough, and they didn't always have the best relationship. His mother was convinced that he would do great things, but for young Duke, that was difficult to see. He had only average grades, even in the poorer schools he attended, and he wasn't any particular standout in sports either. He didn't have any kind of charisma, merely a penchant for getting caught in mischief. Given the circumstances he naturally gravitated towards the bad folk, and whether he was at fault or not, it seemed like he would always get drawn into trouble. Still, his mother insisted that he believe in his bloodline, though he preferred to rely on himself. He knew they were balancing on the knife's edge, and sooner or later, things would tip. And they did.

One day, on coming home, Duke discovered that his mother had been hospitalised. If his circumstances were tight before, they were downright asphyxiating now. It became a challenge of balancing school and work, scraping just enough money to pay bills. He had little time for sleep or food, and it took a toll on his health. He began to entertain darker thoughts as he spiralled downwards, wishing for a way out, wishing for a miracle, wishing for his father, perhaps. But, at the end of the day, he knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch. And at his lowest point, it arrived. One day, as if out of nowhere, a red imp appeared. It told him that it was a servant of his father, that it was there to teach him how to use his power, how to unlock his bloodline. If he chose to, he could have it all. Riches, fame, power, anything was possible. At that moment, the only thing he needed was money, and lots of it. He's not sure what happened next. He blacked out and then woke up in his bed, surrounded by a small pile of money. He was happy for the first time in a while. He rushed over to the hospital to make a payment and to tell his mother about the good turn they had received. Unfortunately, by the time he arrived, she was already dead.

Bereft of his purpose, Duke was stunned for a while. He tried spending his "hard earned" money in hedonestic ways, but nothing seemed to fill the hole inside. The imp had told him clearly, that there would be a price to pay. If he knew what it had been before, he wondered if he still would've taken it. Listlessly he drifted through his life, school, work, until it came time to go to high school. He decided to enrol at Mephisto's School for the Wickedly Inclined, because if anyone was Wickedly Inclined, it would probaby Duke. He found that he fit right in to Mephisto's and soon garnered some infamy for himself inside and outside of the ring. Outside he set up and participated in paid bets, winning and losing large amounts of money. Inside the ring he was known as a wildly inconsistent fighter, winning fights against people he shouldn't have, and losing fights that should've been easy to win. His track record was that of a fairly typical Mephisto daredevil, but he was just having a good time. It was the closest he had felt to being alive ever since that day.
Core: Hellfire
A "gift" left to him by his father. By using his blood as a medium, Duke is able to summon sickly green flames straight from hell. The flames sap life from those afflicted, plundering it for the controller of the flames and allowing Duke to imbue himself or others with life force, healing wounds and bolstering physical performance. Of course, this power is not without a price. If it can't sap the life force of his enemies then the green flame will sup from Duke's own reserves. Once formed, the hellfire can take many forms. Balls of fire, bolts of fire, flaming weapons, and more. Being afflicted with the fire drains the victim's stamina, but has no effect on non-living entities. Of course, there's a limit to the power one person can summon. Which is where his imp friend comes into play...

Ability 1: Spin the Wheel
Duke is psychically linked to an imp-like creature (dressed like a gameshow host) which he can summon at will. Formally known as Morton the Red Devil, or just Mort. On summoning him the imp creates a giant wheel with various outcomes on it, both good and bad. Good outcomes can multiply the power of Duke's hellfire, whereas bad outcomes can divide it. The result is random, and not even Mortimer knows what the wheel will stop at. Mortimer can be summoned again consecutively with an increasing large tax of life force, so repeated spins are inadvisable. The effects of this ability last for roughly half an hour.

Ability 2: Double or Nothing
This ability can only be activated by telling Mortimer to do so while the wheel is spun. It doubles the eventual reward of the spin, regardless of whether or not the result was good or bad.

Ability 2: Blood Sacrifice
While the wheel is spun, Duke can spend a significant amount of life to force the wheel to land on a good result. The amount of life spent is usually more than the reward, proving it to be an inefficient use of his powers, unless he has a good supply of lifeforce ready.
Relationships: No particularly close relationships, but most Mephisto students know of him, and some outside of Mephisto know of him as well. Tries to avoid Alyona whenever possible.

Name: Jeremy Williams

Age: 15

Grade: St. Laurel's, first year

Appearance: Short and rather scrawny for his age, sitting at 5 feet flat. Wide green eyes and small features, along with chestnut brown hair, which makes him look kind of like a mouse. Wears a big, star patterned wizard hat at all times, though it may be that the wizard hat is wearing him. The hat never comes off and simply allows corporeal objects to pass through it and onto Jeremy's soft, vulnerable head. At least it lets him cut his hair.

Biography: Jeremy was like most boys his age, going to school, playing around with his friends, getting bullied at school for being giftless, the usual. Everyday he thought of turning things around with a gift of his very own, and every night his dreams were much the same. Then one day, his dream came true. With a bolt of magic lightning, a wizard hat appeared on his head and a voice boomed down from the heavens. "I am the God of Reality, Jeremy, and I grant you the gift of all gifts. Henceforth, you shall be known to all as one of my Reality Wizards! I have granted you powers befitting your station. Now go forth and use these powers to spread my magnificence!" That very moment, on a sunny Thursday afternoon, 3 o'clock sharp, Jeremy was imbued with untold mastery over reality. Crackling with newfound power, he strolled confidently up to his school bullies the next day... and was promptly beaten into the ground. Jeremy had begun to feel that he had been the victim of some kind of joke.

After that incident, Jeremy decided to try and keep his head down for the rest of his middle school life. This proved a more difficult task than expected, now that he had a very flashy, unremovable wizard hat on it. By knuckling down on his studies he somehow scraped his way into St.Laurel's School of Divine Excellence, where he hopes to lead a quiet high school life. Unfortunately, he had a funny feeling that his troubles have only just begun.

Core: Reality bender
Jeremy has been imbued with magic spells that have the power to warp the very fabric of reality! In theory, anyway. In practise, he can use phrases derived from random moments in his life to apply superficial effects to real objects. His spells layer something onto someone's existing reality, but they can't change it, only affect it in rather ineffectual ways. The spells must be spoken out loud to work, and require Jeremy to choose a target. Such reality alterations don't hold for long, either, slipping off like a poorly glued piece of paper.

Ability 1: "Fork the Tender!"
Derived from a particularly tasty dinner involving chicken tenders. Jeremy, holding a proverbial fork, spears a target, the proverbial tender. This doesn't do any damage to the target, but he can then move the 'fork' to and fro, and move the 'tender' as a result. He has to be careful though, since, unlike the lovely dinner he remembers so fondly, the tender may be stronger than the arm holding the fork.

Ability 2: "Put on the Tuxedo!"
Jeremy was once tasked with attending his older sister's wedding with an acceptable outfit. The memories of his failure haunt him to this day. When used, it puts an awkward, ill fitting tuxedo on the target. Can be useful for tripping up and restraining his opponents for a little while, since it lasts longer than his other spells. Just the like the shame he felt on that day...

Ability 3: "Pause the DVD!"
Probably his most practical spell. Freezes the target, rather too briefly for Jeremy's liking. While they are frozen they can't be attacked or affected. Maybe he can put the tuxedo on while they can't move... Seems to lose effectiveness on repeated uses, as if his friends are taking the remote from him after a while.

Relationships: None so far, though he's kind of friends with Ken? He's trying to keep to himself for the most part. Gets nervous around girls.

[User]
Duke watched the fight engagedly, sitting with his head in his hands as skill met strength. He could see Michael's glorious skills as paint practically flowed out of his suspiciously shiny paintbrush. The dark horse of the night slowly lost his ground, lost his strength, and lost his control. The arena cracked and the ground rumbled. The tournament was over. Duke got up and sighed. It was truly a shame, he had been looking forward to seeing who would win the fight.

"'Scuse me, 'scuse me. Coming through, calm down everyone."
The lanky teenager weaved through the crowd against the flow, towards the disaster zone. The area around the arena was quickly being vacated, which would make things convenient for him. Duke drew his knife. It was an ornate switchblade patterned with skulls and flame imagery, polished to a mirror's shine. It was a rather ordinary blade, in spite of its appearance. But Duke needed sharpness, and it was certainly sharp enough. Holding out his left palm facing upwards, Duke slowly lowered the knife tip down into his hand. He felt the familiar prick of the blade piercing his skin and dug deeper. He felt a small stabbing pain as blood pooled in his palm. He could feel a small spike of adrenaline shoot through his nervous system. Time seemed to slow down as he assessed the situation.

The other participants of tonight's tournament would hopefully help out, though he wondered how effective they would be. They hadn't fought too much tonight, but their stamina had inevitably been dented. Still, he was sure they would provide some reliable support. Michael the painter, the round's other contestant, was in a bad spot right now. More than likely, the breaking of the arena would have knocked him off balance, and the dark horse was currently aiming to turn him into paste. This wouldn't do, this wouldn't do at all. Duke couldn't let one of the stage's stars get knocked out so early.

The teenager grinned, removing his blade from his palm. The blood in his hand ignited into pale green flames, dyeing the boy's grin with an eery glow. He wound his arm back like a baseball pitcher, yelling "Fire in the hole!" as he threw the palm sized wad of fire at the fleshy student. The flames traced an arc in the air and splashed the back of the hulking contestant's head, setting his hair alight. It acted as both flame and liquid, one portion sticking on the student's head while the rest dribbled onto his back.
"Hey big guy, I know I said I was rooting for you, but you just ended our night of entertainment. I can't let you get away with that." Duke said, taunting the enraged figure.
He walked forward slowly with his hands in his pockets, a deliberate display of fake calmness. The flames burned on, sucking away at the contestant's energy, though in this state he probably had plenty to spare.

"Would anyone else care to join me? If you do, please keep an eye out for my flames. I'm not responsible for what happens if you touch them." Duke declared loudly.

@Scarifar@KillamriX88@Letter Bee@Dezuel

[Assistant]
Erisse Augusta Narrativia

Erisse was beside Duke in an instant, Narrative Round of Familiarity activated right away. In her hands, she held an Anti-Materiel Rifle, which the woman apparently knew how to shoot.

"This kid must have gotten some illegal steroids or Demonic help, or both," the woman said, "I know how to deal with this."

And she fired at the rogue student's arms and legs, each shot enough to pulverize a normal limb into powder. Some would think this callous, as she was an adult and the kid was, well, a kid. But callous or not, Erisse was sensing that something truly vile was afoot and that she had to cripple this rogue student/fighter before he harmed any other person. And if that kid can regenerate his wounds anyway, well, that meant that she had no responsibility to hold back.

"You know," she spoke, unable to hear her own words because she put on earphones beforehand, "Maybe that Suzakura kid was right and I should be doing this in a swimsuit..."

She then belatedly handed Duke a set of earmuffs, "Earmuffs?"

@Scarifar@AtomicNut@KillamriX88@Spin The Wheel@Crowvette

[User]
Duke noticed someone appearing next to him, but as he turned to look, a noise like an explosion burst out without warning. The teenager jumped to the side instinctively, falling to the floor. He looked to the source of the boom and saw a woman holding a large rifle. Duke stared at the woman, dumbfounded, before hastily turning his gaze away as she let loose a barrage of bullets, each shot lighting up the room in flashes of white brilliance.

When the barrage finished, Duke removed his hands from his ears. The impromptu defense had protected him little, and his ears rang loudly as if in protest of the woman's mad shooting. He could see her offer him some earmuffs; her mouth moved but he couldn't hear a single word she had said.
"Are you fucking-" Joking? Stupid? Insane?
His mind had cooked up 3 insults to hurl at the woman, but with the aftermath of the gunshots still causing havoc his ears, it was impossible for him to know which one had come out of his mouth. Duke hastily got to his feet and snatched the earmuffs from her hand, putting them on in a hurry and backing away to a safe distance. If she was going to shoot again (and he was sure she would), he wanted some degree of safety.

Bee


[System]
Physical Form:
 Tall, well-muscled, and stable, he is the pinnacle of physical perfection, even by the standards of some who would call themselves 'Immortal'. He is 6'8", and weighs at 300 pounds, in his normal form.

In his alternate form, he gains a sentient sword, and a set of armor which is actually part of him. In this form, sometimes his face is visible, but more often than not, he keeps his mask on. He is 7'0" even, and weighs 450 pounds.

Abilities:
 Normal Form / [CONDITIONAL USE] Carnage Form - Athinar has decided to forgo magic that affects others, in favor of a magic that supplements his already impressive strength. His Carnage Form is a shell, which looks like armor, but actually is a super-dense exoskeleton. While in this form, he is significantly slower, but is immensely more powerful in terms of strength and defense.

 [CONDITIONAL USE] Summon: Carnage Blade - Athinar has the ability to summon his Carnage blade at any time, however it is smaller and less impressive when he's not in Carnage form, although it still is alive, and speaks to him. The blade's name is Requiem. Basically what the sword looks like, except with glowing red runes down the middle.

 (Normal Form - Rock Style) Blood Palm - Athinar uses the blood spilled by anyone, including his own, in a fight, to empower his fist's attack.

 Martial Arts - Athinar was trained in three forms of martial arts by the monks. However, he is only the equivalent of a black belt in one, and slightly competent in the others.
 (Skilled)Rock Style  - Athinar stays solid, and in place, for the most part. He uses his fists, elbows, and occasionally trips the enemy, but tries to keep his feet steady. For if he can, not much in the terms of human force can move him, but if anyone has trained in Windstance (or was strong enough), they could move him through sheer momentum and weight transfer.

 (Beginner)The Path of the Cyclone  - Not so much a martial art as a series of moves, executed one after the other, this unarmed style is used to fight large groups of enemies. There are twelve moves altogether, in three groups. However, Athinar was only taught the first group, and cannot continue the momentum of the Path.
 - Leaping Tornado: Athinar lunges forward, landing among his enemies.
 - Unseen Tempest: Athinar waits three seconds for enemies to close in, ready to strike.
 - Stormblade: Athinar ducks down beneath a man's weapon, and elbows him in the chest/neck area.
 - Cyclone Kick: Athinar does a roundhouse kick, tripping all surrounding enemies.
However, these are usually poorly executed, due to lack of training.

 (Beginner) Celestial Mirage - This is possibly the martial art that he's learned that he has the most trouble with. It is a kick-based martial art, one that forces you to maintain patience. It's attacks come in bursts, to draw the enemy out, and allow the student to analyze the situation. However bad Athinar is with this, it was still one of the arts he learned from the monks, and he views it as a useful, albeit F*CKING INFURIATING skill.

Personality: Athinar gets intense pleasure from seeing other creature's blood. No matter the circumstances, or whether he is allied with them or not. When he is not getting excited by bloodlust, he is usually a very calm, collected individual, who is quite intelligent, surprisingly. When blood is near, he turns into a vicious man, taking pleasure in drawing blood, tasting it, etc. Afterwards, he is, shall we say, *ahem* easily excitable. If you know what I mean. However, this doesn't mean that he's not smart. He is extremely smart, in his bloodlust, and will be able to craft plans on the fly, if they end in violence and killing.

Relationships:
Emily- Thinks that the homunculus is beneath his attention, generally, unless she does something big and shiny.
That Which Consumes Peace- A fool, disobeying the Boss, but made a nice save, getting Shukra mildly punished.
Ekushka- Hasn't met her yet.
Narza- Is quite fond of the little ghost, curretly.
Shukra- A pompous ass who fails at commanding.
Darkwraith Kor- A good fighter, like Athinar, who shares his bloodlust. Enjoys his company.
Azavarn- Too flamboyant.
Umbra/Christopher- Thinks that Christopher is a bit off, but doesn't know why.
Torrens- Doesn't have any opinion of him, but thinks that a fire demon might be useful.
Clotho- Has a strange fixation on Clotho's chitin.
Twitch- Has disdain for the ratty, well, twitchy kobold. Maybe if he actually did something, he might be useful.

Backstory: Athinar is the reincarnated form of an ex-Dungeon Keeper, banished from his former world, and born to a new life in this one. However, he don't remember shit, and the only benefits were the impressive physical abilities you see today. He was born to an order of monks, who trained him in every combat style, unarmed and armed. However, this revealed his darker secret, his love for shedding blood. Killing them all, he was guided by a voice in his head, who told him that if he joined with him, he'd get to kill, kill, and keep killing. So he met up with the Dungeon Keeper, and started killing.

Other: If Athinar seems too powerful, remember that he was converted to the Dungeon Keeper's cause by him just saying that he could kill people if he joined him. He's not dumb, but he does have quite the one-track-mind, and is quite susceptible to manipulation, in both forms. Like, REALLY susceptible. A novice hypnotist could put him to sleep.

[User]
Having been far out in the countryside, Torrens was one of the last champions to be collected by the Keeper, which was just as well because he was radiating noticeably more heat than before, which could have raised the temperature of the cavern to quite uncomfortable levels if he had been there for long. On passing through the portal into the cavern, Torrens casually acknowledged the other champions already there and then found some corner where he could stand without inadvertently roasting any of Clotho's insects.

When he found Clotho and Twitch, who were in charge of this particular operation as he had been informed, he was quick to speak out with energetic enthusiasm. "So, we want to kill all the dwarves. Shall we charge them now, or do we have a more subtle plan? I've just eaten a whole forest fire so I'm ready to shoot things."

[Assistant]
Emily, far away from the village both in distance and hieght, was lost. Not that she would admit that to the new Kitsune. Flying as a Kitsune was so different. It was like sitting on a chair that flew, rather than blasting flame from your palms like endless afterburner. The problem was, that from so high up, Emily was having trouble with landmarks, and so just floated around hoping to get lucky.
'Are you lost?'The sweet coo of the newest tennant asked.
"Are you shut up?" Emily retorted, with little to no sense at all, but still. Retorts didn't need to make sense, they just needed to retort. However, as she was retorting, a portal suddenly appeared in the sky, far to close to move out of the way, considering her first thought was 'Why would I need a portal?'

Unfortunately, the portal led into a cramped underground tunnel, which did not agree with her rather swift flying in the slightest. So, her second thought was 'Ohh crap, wall!'. She then made sweet love to the business end of the rock-face, as one did, when moving, and then suddenly stopping moving due to a large wall of rock.

[User]
Balothiss had stepped aside for the Master to do his work, watching as he became enraged by the sight that Sarin had somehow escaped his attack and the Master seemed to aim his rage towards the depths beneath sending the rest of his champions all over the country side.

He grunted simply and watched the scene unfold silently as he contemplated his escapade in the Plutocrats manor, he smiled cruely and looked towards the sack of treasures that he had taken from the old mans manor.

[Assistant]
Octavius was returning to town when the familiar portal enveloped him, expecting to return to the dungeon, he was not at a full gallop into the gathered but rather dismissed the mount spell and dropped the six feet to a stand with the chain of left arms on a rope. He tossed the proof at the keepers feet to dismiss as he wished as he inspected his surroundings.

"This is new, these markings in the corner... Dwarven? Most impressive Sir. Orders?"

[User]
While initially Clotho felt a degree of indignation that so many allies had appeared to aid her, she ultimately trusted in the Master's judgment and began incorporating the wealth of new talent and power into her plan. Surprisingly few of the new arrivals approached her, but nevertheless the swarm queen was on hand to respond to any who did. Just as her scheming reached its end, and her various papers and maps gathered neatly off to the side of her makeshift table, Clotho became aware of the air's changing temperature. Immediately her mind raced to discern exactly why such an event would be occurring, and she figured out who might be approaching her an instant before that individual arrived. Her eyes were drawn to the searing brilliance of the fire demon. "Greetings, Torrens. Long time no see. The attack is indeed about to begin, in only a few minutes in fact. My remaining Macula above have informed me that the dwarves, despite my best efforts, have readied themselves for an attack from below. I was hoping to speak to you or another elementalist, in fact, for you are precisely what I need. They expect to be fighting creatures, beasts or soldiers, but instead I will give them an inferno. I would like to send you straight into the heart of their mining operation, to fill their great shafts and cavern buildings with fire from which there will be no escape."

She glanced over her shoulder briefly, employing a gleaming emerald compound eye to ensure that Twitch, too, was listening. "Meanwhile, I will give the signal for my Antlions to collapse the upper passages. In one fell swoop their walls, buildings, and settlement will be undermined and in a tumult. In addition, holes will be opened up for our soldiers to pour from and overwhelm them. First wave will be my Lambent, zooming from the holes with my Myrmidons in their clutches and dropping them into position. From there the Lambent will provide aerial support for the entire horde, including the other champions and Xahillion. Remember, we are fighting to eradicate the enemy, but also to possess their things. Destroy nothing needlessly."

Twenty minutes later, the signal was given, and with a thunderous, bone-shaking series of cracks and rumbles, the attack began.

[Assistant]
Athinar watched this all silently, taking it in, with a smirk on his face. Now, if he didn't have any memories, what would he ask? Now, if he remembered this particular demon Warlock, then he liked people being subservient. However, that was his downfall, last time. He oppressed his minions too much last time, and they worked together to bring him down. Now that would be embarrassing, getting taken out by the Denizens? However, Athinar couldn't say that the same hadn't happened to him; however, he never had to fight his own minions, Denizens or no. Effective management solved most problems.

Passing through the portal with the others, Athinar reached out with his senses, and snatched up a strand of the Warlock's magic, examining it. He didn't even try and hide it, instead preferring to look like a curious, recently summoned minion. If the Warlock tried to sift through Athinar's memories, he would meet an obsidian wall within his mind, one that blocked all penetration. It wasn't magical, as this body was nothing more than a puppet, so it had no memories beyond that of the recent moments.

Athinar looked to the Demon's minions, and saw Torrens! Athinar had liked working with that little demon, a few worlds ago. They hadn't destroyed or conquered it, but they had a lot of fun trying. Torrens might recognize the fifth Keeper he worked under, but Athinar kept a perfect poker face, the same grin on his face not changing at all, as he looked to the people. A Mind Flayer, a Bug Queen, a Human, a Kobold, a Homunculus with a Kitsune hitching a ride, a Demon, and of course, the Big Demon himself.

Looking around, he saw that he was in a Dwarven settlement, which the other Keeper had apparently assaulted while he had been attacking the village. Surrounded by bugs, Athinar assumed that the strange bug-lady had assumed control of the attack, but the kobold wasn't at the village, so maybe he was there too. Clearing his throat, and grinning evilly, Athinar said to the Warlock, "So, Master, what exactly do you want me to do? Why was I brought here?" Athinar knew perfectly well why the demon wanted him, but he had aeons of hiding his thoughts and facial expressions from others under his belt, so the Warlock, confident in his superiority, would most likely disregard him as a threat, and see him as a tool.


[System]
Nickname(Optional): Oldie (Disliked.) Angel of Death. (Based upon the decorations.)
Age: 40.
Gender: Male.
Physical Appearance: Gregory is a rather tall man, standing at exactly six feet. Old age hasn't worn on him in the slightest, and he still maintains a powerful physique for combat. Gregory's skin is average, and bears numerous scars from previous fights. His right arm has been replaced by a cybernetic arm, starting at just above the elbow. His left eye has been replaced by a cybernetic one, which also conveniently allows him to designate targets for his tank.

Clothing: Gregory typically wears a full military uniform. The primary color of this uniform is black with red trim. Gregory also wears a silver breastplate with a decorative golden skull and wings upon the front to intimidate the enemy. Atop Gregory's head is a hat with a similar color scheme to his clothes and another skull and wings emblem, though this one is in silver. Gregory has a pistol holster on his right side, carrying a large, high caliber handgun for self defense. Upon his right hip is a saber. The saber is in the design of the french navy boarding saber, which lends it a large, straight edge blade with a solid basket around the handle. Occasionally seen mounted over his cybernetic arm is a large claw weapon, which is more than capable of crushing most metals.

Personality: Gregory is a veteran of battle, and has plenty of experience. He's a "Been there, done that." type of guy, and doesn't hold high regards for cowardice or fear. Gregory is sometimes described as having "Issues with authority." though he will tell you that it's closer to "Ignoring stupid orders."

Gregory is a hardass, and is often angry when people fail things he has assigned to them. He sticks to routines and plans, and rarely deviates unless needed.

History: Gregory is a native of Inops, and has served in the militia since he was 18. Gregory was initially quite hopeful for the Valkinai suits being used for combat. This, however, completely turned on it's head when he was honored with test piloting one of the suits. A critical failure resulted in an explosion that tore his arm off and cost him his eye. Now distrustful of the technology due to it's infantile and volatile state, Gregory specially commissioned a powerful tank that could go toe to toe with these new suits while still using reliable technology. This has earned them the derogatory nickname of "Oldie" among some of the engineers, though few dare to call him this to his face. Gregory supports the UNF despite the Ordo Sanctus claims that they were built on corruption, and personally believes in the greater good of all humanity, even if it means the death of a few to help the many.

Pilot Information:

Codename: Angel of Death.
Faction: UNF.
Rank: Captain.
Pilot Rank: Doesn't pilot a traditional Valkiani, but is a veteran with his tank.
Pilot Suit Appearance: Wears standard clothing, since it is already a military uniform.
Goal: Conquer the enemies of the UNF and finally unite the planet under one banner.
Weapon(s): Mechanical claw, sword, and high caliber pistol.
Specialty: Durability. Gregory survived an explosion from a prototype Valkinai suit, most people wouldn't have.

Tank Information:

Tank Name: Fortress of Arrogance. (Due to people considering him arrogant in assuming that Valkinai technology is not 100% the future of combat.)
Tank Appearance: Black with golden trim, huge tank.
Tank Type: Super-heavy.
Tank Weapon(s):

Primary cannon: 122mm cannon. Fires rocket assisted HEAT rounds.

Secondary cannon: Hull mounted, 210mm cannon. Fires high capacity HE rounds. Primarily used for siege or area denial.

Heavy Guns: Hull and turret mounted HMG's and autocannons. Side mounted HMG's may turn up to 90 degrees to engage targets on the sides. Side mounted autocannons may rotate 180 degrees to engage targets all around the tank. Autocannons are loaded with armor piercing ammunition, HMG's are loaded with antipersonnel rounds.

Tank Specialty: Durability. The Fortress of Arrogance was built with surviving the evolving battlefield in mind.

Special Ability: "Gun it." (Speed boost.)

Pilot Stats(Available Points: 10):
Physical: 2
Mental: 3
Heart: 3
Teamwork: 1
Awareness: 1

Tank Stats(Available points: 20):
Power: 6
Speed: 3
Durability: 6
Range: 3
Energy: 2

Other notes: The Fortress of Arrogance has a powerful energy field protecting Gregory when he stands above the turret. The Fortress of Arrogance is also piloted by an AI referred to as "Ba'al." Ba'al operates on a one to one system with the implanted eye in Gregory's head, which allows Gregory to mark targets by looking at them while he stands above the turret. The tank is also always aware of where Gregory is at any time. Ba'al is also heavily reinforced against hacking and other sabotage. The AI handles all tasks of the tank through automated loaders and other automated systems. The resulting lack of a crew means that the armor and internals may be reinforced by shrinking down the available free space within the tank. The Fortress of Arrogance has a complete blueprint stored within several Inops labs, and Gregory has spent the effort memorizing the design completely. This allows for the Fortress of Arrogance to be easily rebuilt and avoids the "Prototype without plans or backup" problems.

[User]
Michi contented herself with reading the file that had been given to her, her face carefully kept mildly interested as she read. Subtler than a poker-face, the expressionless mask that revealed much of what its producer aimed so desperately to hide, a beacon to those who knew how to read faces.

The scowl at the hadean red shades of 'CLASSIFIED' and the redacted material, for instance, made no impression on her serene exterior; secrets were irritating. Perhaps, next time, a little money and a few favours in the right places might open some unofficial channels.

After all, preparation and planning were nine-tenths of victory, and being crippled by secret objectives wasn't helpful. Something to think on, certainly, and to definitely not mention to Captain Fietmaal.

"Two things, if I may, sir, before I check on Kaiserin's shells and make ready? First, is the truck itself important in some way, Captain Dawn?" she asked, after a respectful interval, carefully closing up her own file. "I merely wonder if the VIP – no point in blurting out identities, even here - might be safer inside one of our vehicles, such as Captain Fietmaal's tank, for added protection." She waited a beat, and then continued. "Second – I appreciate that details are sketchy, but do we know the size of the package we're to collect, sir? Is it something that can fit in the palm of a hand, or large enough to need a low-loader for transportation?"

Michi hoped, vaguely and without much in the way of expectation, for the former – a nice, simple, easy package that any one of them could easily carry, deep inside the armoured hull of their Valkinai. Maybe even a memory stick or a set of storage drives, perhaps with vital research data that, whilst important, wouldn't take up much space or leave them reliant on civilian equipment for transport.

Getting bogged down whilst transporting precious equipment was, after all, an ambusher's dream – a stationary target that forced its defenders onto the back foot. The defense had to be lucky every time, whilst the attackers only needed one chance.

It wasn't a comforting thought, even if Kaiserin's targeting systems could triangulate rapidly and accurately and her hellbore battery rain down fire and brimstone.

[Assistant]
Gregory raised a finger in protest to Michi's idea that the VIP ride within his tank. He turned to Michi and politely corrected her, lowering his finger before he began to speak. "A correction, Michi. The interior of The Fortress of Arrogance is maintenance space only. Should the tank begin to operate in combat, there is no space within that will remain safe from the automatic loaders and other systems. Anyone within that isn't extremely small will be shredded by the machines. Better to ride on top of the tank with me, or to ride with someone else."

Gregory didn't think lesser of Michi for not knowing that the interior of his tank was rather small, but he did feel the need to correct her before she started to base the entirety of her plans upon an incorrect fact. Regardless, Michi was correct. Having the VIP secured within one of their vehicles would be an appreciated difference. Gregory knew better than to tell Michi much about the package. He knew exactly what it was, but knew for a fact that since the information was classified that it was better to let Capt. Dawn tell any details about the package, since talking out of turn could reveal something that was detrimental to the success of the mission, or reveal plans and specifications to the enemy.

It was a tricky thing, espionage. Turning up when you least expected it, and usually with exactly what you didn't want to have the enemy know. That's why Gregory didn't want to answer any questions on his own. It was better to leave the chain of command intact, as that usually produced the expected results. Intelligence was best kept on a need to know basis since telling everyone everything typically left severe security holes in your battle plans and internal security. Neither of these was pleasant to deal with when it came up in the field.

The most obvious example of this would be the ancient war between Spartans and Persians. They were defending a critical location to the entrance of their kingdom from the Persian army, and a local told the enemy of a passage around them and then lead the Persian army around the Spartan defense, thus circumventing what could have been an otherwise impenetrable defense for the time. This was a clear indication of internal security not making sure that secrets were well kept to only the people that needed to know about them, and why things being classified to most people was still relevant.

[User]
The Captain adjusts his hat before respond to Michi's question. "It isn't a normal vehicle. We have put a shielding that will protect it from projectile fire and explosions. We also have the exterior look pretty normal and run of the mill, from what I'm told. However-" He pauses to look back at the file. Dawn seems to be the person that often has to reference notes. "If you feel you can better protect the VIP within one of your Valk's or other transportation, that should be fine.

He sits the file down before continuing. "This is your mission. I'd work it out with your Captain, here, and the VIP when you link up with him. As for the other question, I can't necessarily say. However, all the things you will need to bring the package safely will be provided at the lab."  Instinctively, Dawn reaches for his mug, preparing to drink, only to find that is empty ... still.

A soft sigh leaves his lips before returning to meet with Michi and Gregory. "Does that help you?"

As for Kevin, he found that while trying to create blueprints that he did not have the right inspiration. He had a concept in his mind that he wanted to put down to paper but it was not translating well. He may have to ask other mechanics to help him better next time.
Fail - (Try again tomorrow in-game time)
@Marquise@The 4 Winds

[Assistant]
Gregory gave a shrug to the whole situation and said. "Frankly, Captain Dawn, I'd transport the whole lot by air. It'd be faster and safer for everyone involved. Unfortunately, we don't have any high speed cargo planes on hand. I might pull a few favors with some friends at home to get something designed for this purpose, among other more combat oriented purposes. Building something like that will take some time though, and it won't be available for this mission."

Gregory took another glance at the map provided and scowled once more. The distance was rather large and three days of land transport would be roughly one day in swift flight. Land transport also left many, many vulnerabilities open against them. The main one that Gregory was worried about was air firepower. His tank could dominate the land battle fairly easily, as tanks had historically done, but when put against air power, his tank would be found severely lacking. The only way he could logically shoot down a fast moving jet would be to have that jet's pilot be an utter fool and fly the jet straight at his tank, head on, without deploying any weapons. Then he could raise the main gun of his tank and fire directly into the nose, destroying the jet.

However, this was an extremely unlikely situation, and Gregory's estimate of such an event happening put the odds well below one percent. Frankly, as close to zero as you could get without simply being zero. That's why Gregory had raised concerns about air support in the event that they needed it. Unfortunately, his concern had gone unanswered and Gregory now factored in a zero chance of air support, which drastically changed how the mission was going to play out in his plans.

Overall, things were stacking up against them, and Gregory felt his mood sour as he planned out various situations. This mission was hopefully going to be a breeze with no hostile encounters, or else Gregory was going to have quite the headache as he constantly adapted plans to suit enemy encounters.

It was going to be a long day.