[System]
Alias: Flake
Sex: Male
Age: 20
Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Appearance:

His eyes are often bloodshot, his eyelids heavy from sleep, and his body is usually deprived of food. Dirt crusts all of the jet-black hair on his head, the likes of which he never styles and rarely cuts. He never shaves, instead opting to use a dagger to cut hair off when it gets too long for his convenience. Usually, this means he has facial stubble and relatively short hair. His teeth are more-or-less aligned, and are mostly yellow, but he has one missing tooth on the right side of his lower jaw. His jaw is fairly sharp, and his chin is rounded. Overall, he has a rough look to him.

His body is lean and very muscular. He has dense bones, dense muscles, and thick, calloused skin. He is about average height, 5'8", and weighs around 130lbs. His strength is divided about evenly between his upper and lower body, and he is extremely agile. His body is iron-hard from years of combat, and he wears many scars on his exposed flesh, many of which he treated himself.

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Personality: Harsh and exacting, but seeks moral good. Makes puns and jokes to himself. He has great wisdom and charisma, although he isn't too knowledgeable about much aside from economics and combat. His main personality feature is his control over his emotions - he doesn't like it when people learn more about him than he learns about them, so he takes great pains to blank out his expressions when around hostile influences. In addition, he is a loner, but is very sociable. He likes to play with other people and to learn from them as much as possible. His playfulness is rarely more prominent than a mere mischievous tendency, but he is prone to making games out of otherwise boring situations even when it inconveniences others.

The one most important part of his personality is that he is rarely serious. He jokes a lot so that he can keep himself thinking. When he stops thinking is when he becomes most dangerous, since he defaults to analysis of his surroundings, and consequently, the weaknesses of those around him. He is only serious when he is in a truly challenging situation, or when his life is at stake, and he rarely offers mercy or consideration to others when in this state, despite his tendency for moral goodness.

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Backstory: Flake grew up under the close observation of her father, who was the captain of the Talgot city guard. Talgot was the capitol of Kiodomn, the kingdom in which he lived. Sheckels were the main currency, and thirty were needed each month to provide modest accommodations and enough food for one person to survive. His childhood wasn't very difficult since his father earned enough for the family, but one day, his father didn't return from work. After that day, Flake and his mother tried making a living on their own, but his mother ended up starving herself to keep her son alive.

To avoid squandering his mother's efforts, Flake ended up trying to join the guard force of Talgot. He learned after joining the guard that it was a burdensome job full of ass-kissing and chores as opposed to actual fighting, so he gritted his teeth and bore with it as he searched for another job. During this time, he weighed three options: he could try to get an honest job like a guard, he could join in competitions to make money, like a bar-fighter, or he could get an illegal job, like an assassin. As he searched, he found the perfect role model, and thusly, the perfect job: The Bounty Hunter.

He immediately quit his job as a guard by challenging the guard captain, Drake, to a duel. He ended up winning the duel, then used his fame to march into the Sweeper's Hall and ask for a bounty. From that day forward, his legacy as a bounty hunter began. He would spare many of his victims if he saw it morally right and they let him exchange their lives for proof of their death. He only had to kill a few of his targets, and even then, he never did so by accident. The Sweeper started to respect him quite quickly. But that's when the Hardest Night of Winter came along and he earned his nickname, "Flake."

The Hardest Night of Winter is an event that he rarely talks about due to how gruesome and horrific it was. The word "genocide" would be inadequate for describing the event. A mixture of snow, thunder, and monstrous creatures attacked the town and darned near annihilated the guard forces. But Flake teamed up with Drake and repelled the creatures by analyzing their attacks and telling Drake what to do. Drake himself gave Flake the nickname since he supposedly, "danced through the wind like a snowflake, untouchable, unseeable, heartless, cold, and deadly." Flake decided to keep the name, since it was the first and only accolade he had to his name aside from his successful bounty hunting.

Immediately after getting the name of Flake, the Sweeper of Talgot honored him with the unnamed bounty they had in reserve. Flake eagerly accepted it, completely unaware of the lasting implications of doing so.

And so the story continues...

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Equipment:
- Armor: He has a set of leather armor that covers his body from the base of his neck to his ankles, leaving only his hands and feet exposed. Beneath the leather armor is a set of thinly-woven steel chainmail and thin cloth padding, and there are metal ribs along the forearm sections of the armor. He wears dark leather boots with iron-plated and cushioned soles.
- Weapons: He uses a straight, 50cm long falchion with a smoothed and ergonomically designed ebony handle and a weighted pummel. The hand-guard on the weapon is minimal. He has three balanced daggers arranged parallel to his oblique. Additionally, he keeps a composite shortbow with a draw weight of 60lbs in his rucksack(unstrung).
- Carrying Equipment: He has a rucksack with 2 cubic feet of volume and 40lbs of carrying capacity, one quiver with 20 arrows, and a bandolier that can hold up to 3 daggers. He also has a coin purse that is almost always empty.
- Other Equipment: Varies. Usually he has a set of spare clothes, a mirror, and at least one day's worth of food and water in his rucksack. Sometimes he carries extra supplies or equipment to carry out a bounty.

[User]
Drake heard what he assumed to be the voice of the lady he met earlier, so he continued on through the entrance to the building. Immediately after entering, an almost unbearable heat shot across the room as a foundry crucible passed by. A few men looked over to see the faces of the intruders, but quickly returned to their tasks after seeing the walking tank charging through. Six anvils were lined up along the left side of the large room, along with two large furnaces. A group of men were busying themselves with hammers and tongs, forging and drawing tools and weapons with surprising fluidity.

Steam erupted from a bath of water which one of the metalsmiths dropped a metal rod into. The painfully loud sound of metal on rock pierced the air as a man spun a grindstone. The right side had a wall of molds and a rack of tools and materials set in an organized chaos. At the far wall was a wall of buffered and finished-looking items, a few doors, and a flight of stairs. Drake continued his quick pace until he reached a table with what seemed to be a merchant behind it. "Ahh, you're ba-" the man behind the table started, a fake smile lining his face.

He was instantly interrupted by the guard as he shouted, "I need light armor, something I won't laugh at." He then gestured behind himself and added, "suit her up and put it on my tab." With that said, the merchant nodded at Drake, who then shifted over and rushed up the stairs, his footsteps heavy on the wooden surface. The man reached the second floor and walked over to a lady at a leather molding station worked at her task. He stopped a few feet away and gave a quick bow, then waited for her to respond.

"You're too polite," the leather crafter commented, smiling over at him, "give me a minute, I'm almost on quota." Drake then nodded and walked over to a chair, cautiously taking a seat. "You're getting careless," she added, continuing her craft as Drake watched. The guard was silent, more concerned than nervous. The leather crafter looked up after a minute and asked, "what's wrong?" Drake sighed, then pointed to his helmet. "You know how much I hate taking this off," he started. The lady giggled after hearing this, her voice bemused as she responded, "want me to handle it again?"

Drake shook his head, quickly adding, "Delta six." The leather crafter looked up in disbelief, but said nothing. With one last tug, she finished making what looked like a quiver and set it on a mold to dry. "I'm honored," she commented, her voice laced with venom as she wiped off her hands on her apron, "that you would ask me for something like this." Drake rose from his seat, then began walking back towards the stairs as he said, "don't let him down." The guard then walked back down the stairs, a frown set across his face beneath his visor.*I'm sure she can, but this is definitely pushing the limit*he thought, looking around to see where the merchant took the thief-lady.

[Assistant]
Raine glared at the guard's back as he practically ignored her and continued walking. "Rude, much?" She mumbled to herself but decided that, since he was getting her new armor, the most she could do was keep her sarcastic remarks to herself. With that thought in mind, the girl continued to follow him until he stopped in front of a man, one who she assumed to be a merchant since he had a few items displayed on his table at that time. For a moment, Raine found herself staring at the various items until she heard Derek's voice beside her. He practically commanded the man to put armor on her before walking away without another word. The two watched him go before turning to look at each other.

It was only then that Raine had actually got a good look at the merchant: he was a man who looked to be in his late forties, early late fifties. Dirty blonde hair was pulled back neatly with a leather strap and his face was lined with wrinkles of all shapes and sizes. His hands were large and worn, as if he had been working since he was born. Despite that, his eyes held a bit of kindness in them as he stood up from where he was sitting.

"Follow me, please."

Nodding, Raine followed the merchant as he led her to a set of steps that led to an area below the main part of the building. "Where exactly are we going?" Raine asked the man curiously. "Down to the armory so we can get you a new set of armor. It looks like your current one is a bit worn, don't you think?" He responded with a slight smile and watched as the assassin glanced down at her armor: It was true. The metal plates were covered in scratches and dents while some of her leather straps were hanging on by little strands. The sad part about it was that Raine hadn't noticed any of it.

"Well, I guess you're right…I do need a bit of an upgrade." She said in agreement then fell into a comfortable silence. The silence didn't last for too long, though, as they finally arrived to the armory. The area was actually much bigger than Raine would have guessed. Armor of all kinds were placed upon the walls neatly and in certain spots so that the heavier armor would sit on a stand that could hold its weight without collapsing. Another thing the girl noticed was the merchants. They were busy pandering to the customers' needs and sometimes had to climb ladders in order to retrieve the armor that their customer desired. Raine was surprised to see that even children were being fitted for armor as well but she figured that it was simply for training instead of actual work that would require them to fight. Then again, she was fairly unfamiliar with the area, so who knows?

"This way." The man called to Raine, pulling her out of her thoughts. She followed him once more through the growing crowd of people until they stood in front of what she assumed to be the light weight armor area. The merchant then gestured for her to stand in one spot as he measured her torso, legs and arms. Once he recorded the measurements, he turned and examined the wall of armor behind him. Raine then watched as he scaled up a ladder and looked at the measurement for various pieces of armor before coming back down.

"Unfortunately, we don't have any in your size, so we'll have to make one especially for you. I just need a few more measurements." This time, the measurement taking too a bit longer since the merchant had to measure nearly every part of her arms, legs and torso to make sure that everything would fit comfortably. Eventually, she was allowed to head back up while the merchant took the measurements somewhere else. As she made it back to the main area, she spotted the guard that brought her here and walked over to him.

"So, they didn't have any in my size and now they have to make a new set or armor for me." She told him simply. "And thanks for taking me here, I guess." Raine added under her breath, though her statement was genuine.

[User]
To his delight, Drake saw the lady standing by the front counter once again, thus Drake assumed she had been measured already. "So, they didn't have any in my size and now they have to make a new set of armor for me," the lady declared, quickly adding, "and thanks for taking me here, I guess." Drake nodded, then asked, "Miss, do your weapons need replacement or refinement? There are few blacksmiths in town like John." With this said, the guard pointed over to a man by the entrance who was pounding a bastard sword with a narrow hammer, refining the edge of the blade. The man clearly did not realize that his name was mentioned, for he busily continued his work.

The wall behind the front counter had plenty of daggers arrayed along a weapon rack with other small arms, some models very thin with somewhat wide guards, some fairly flat-tipped, and some very odd models with wavy edges. Drake stood motionless in anticipation of a response, watching Raine closely. Small weapons did not need as much maintenance as his own sword, as he knew well, but judging from the condition of her armor, the guard suspected that her weapons did not fare much better.

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Meanwhile, a great thud echoed through an open area in front of the mercenary guild hall as Flake landed a jump from a nearby balcony. The bounty hunter quickly opened the large doors and entered the building, his face solemn. Various people passed by him as he entered, giving him no second looks. The bounty hunter walked through the gilded halls and, after a few minutes of searching, found a mission board. Once again, he looked through all the missions, however he did not find what he was looking for.

Disappointed, Flake turned back and left the building, still solemn. Upon leaving the building, he jumped up to a balcony once more and climbed his way up to the rooftops again.*It's a wonder so few people use the rooftops,*Flake thought, pulling himself up by grabbing a hold of a few stable shingles. The bounty hunter then hopped away, venturing to another location in the big town.


[System]
Age:
Nineteen

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Personality:
Generally laid back and somewhat snarky, the majority of people meeting Leo for the first time would probably walk away thinking of him as an extremely annoying person. Honestly, they wouldn't really be wrong to think that either, as he is one hundred percent the kind of person who finds the fact that people find him infuriating hilarious, and it often seems like one of the only things he will actually put effort into is finding gaps in peoples armour and teasing them relentlessly with them. And yes, he won't deny that he greatly enjoys his rest and relaxation time, certainly far more than he enjoys hard work.

However, when it comes down to it, Leo always at least tries to be a good person. It isn't rare for him to pick up on whether or not someone is feeling alright, and will sit with them and help them work things out to the best of his abilities, even if that means he has to skip work. Especially when it means he has to skip work. All in all, he's someone who believes in not stressing over the little things, and will help people he sees doing so get over it. Hell, get him in the right mood, and he might even do something constructive!

Abilities:
Affinity: Words
Mana Quantity: High
Mana Quality: Slightly below average
Leonardo has access to two kinds of magic that have been passed down through the Vadris family for generations. The first has been given the nickname "Word of God", and allows the caster to speak a number of words in an forgotten language that may or may not have been created by the Vadris family itself. Each of these words represent a concept, and most of them are simple modifiers placed around the core word of 'unity'. As the words are spoken, the runic version of the word appears in the air around him, flowing towards the unity runes to take the form of a phantasmal object made of the runes. The form the runes take depends partly on the original intent of the caster, and partly on the modifying words being used.

The second is runic enchantment, and is quite similar to Word of God. However, in addition to speaking the words aloud, the caster must also somehow inscribe the runes for the word being used into an object. This causes the object being enchanted to take on that aspect, allowing for a lot of versatility. However, enchanting usually takes a large amount of time and even more intense focus than Word of God, and must therefore be done only in a safe, secure location.

In both cases, there are limitations to wordcasting. The greatest example of this is the mana cost of each word, which fluctuates depending on the word and it's effects, but can often be quite high simply on their own, let alone combined with several other words. This is compounded by the fact that many modifying words have little effect on their own, and often need to be repeated multiple times in a single construct to actually accomplish the intended results. For example, one instance of hunt in a construct will usually cause it to simply arc gently in the targets direction, which in some cases might be enough, but this is rarely the case. A safer bet would be three or four uses of hunt, which makes the seeking aspect far more accurate, but uses significantly more mana than just one use would.

Skills:
Hand to hand combat:
Ever since his parents death eight years ago, Leo has trained in various combat skills in order to better defend himself in case he and his sister are also attacked. It isn't his best skill, more just something that he's thrown together, but it works fine against opponents who don't focus on close combat skills.

Firearms training and maintenance:
A fair sight better than his hand to hand skills, Leo has spent a large part of the last eight years training himself in the use and maintenance of various types of firearms. He's no master sniper or anything, or even particularly good with a sniper rifle, but with regular rifles and pistols, he can be quite formidable.

Handwriting:
The guys got neat handwriting.

Fishing:
Leo is good at fishing. Leo likes fishing. Leo has ignored important household tasks in the past to go fishing, because fishing lets him sit around doing nothing while still technically doing something.

Sewing:
Leo likes sewing too. It lets him save money, and is one of his few actually productive skills. He uses it to make small charms with weak, almost undetectable enchantments and sell them as a small side business.

Gardening:
Again, Leo likes gardening because it let him save money when he and his sister are low on funds. If he manages to grow enough at one time, he can even make some money selling them at the market.

Assets:
Most of the little the Vadris family owns is back at their home on the island, but he has managed to bring a few things with him. These are a small Beretta pistol, a sewing kit, his fishing rod and supplies, and a small ink brush to write runes for enchanting.

Brief Backstory:
Leonardo was born to the Vadris family, who despite their great age had managed to remain out of the spotlight for much of their history. While expectations were high for Leo to master the art of wordcasting as soon as possible, his situation was not nearly as bad as is so often the case with other mage bloodlines. He and his parents were quite close, and he was allowed time to pursue his own hobbies where others might find themselves completely tied down. The birth of his sister Elise seven years later only served to bring the family closer, and his ambition to improve largely focused around making them proud.

However, disaster struck when Leo was just eleven years old, when his parents were both killed in a terrible 'accident'. Leo and Elise were never given the details of the accident, other than the fact that it probably wasn't actually an accident, instead being quickly shepherded away from their home in Ireland to a small, unassuming island in the middle of the pacific ocean, where they have spent the last eight years living as the lower-class McGillis family with their homunculus caretaker Luna. Times have been tough, with Leo having to dedicate the majority of his time to helping raise Elise, and eventually assisting in bringing in an income for the three to live off of. So far he has managed that, but along with the self defense training, it has taken a heavy toll on his magic education, having made very little progress in expanding his magic vocabulary other than a few words he can use to subtly make money. Without revealing the existence of magic, put away the pitchforks...

Honestly, despite life just above the poverty line being a little bit difficult, Leonardo felt like he probably could have kept going with it. He had gotten used to it, he knew what he was doing! And then he was called back to London by their families ancient contract with the Ar-Rynesarte family, meaning that not only would he have to reveal the fact that he and his sister actually survived their parents... 'accident'... but he would also have to put his limited understanding on how to act as the head of a mage family to the test.

[User]
"Something about a murderer, I presume. You haven't exactly been quiet about your intentions, Lady Ar-Rynesarte."

The first to answer was a tall woman in a fashionable black coat, leaning back in an old wooden chair. A platinum blonde, languid and elegant, who looked so entirely at ease with the situation that one might have thought she'd called this meeting herself.

(She hadn't, of course. She'd arrived two minutes prior and had quickly claimed her seat, pointedly ignoring everyone present and flipping open a small paperback book, which now rested open in one long-fingered hand.)

"And the fact that you've gone into the trouble of calling us here," she continued, meeting Arinne's eyes, "means you've found a lead." One corner of her mouth quirked upward, a half-smile. "Am I correct?"

[Assistant]
Arinne entered the room, and Saturday followed behind her.

...Even though she'd met some of these people before, she still felt awkward around them. Really, "met" was about all she'd done with them. She'd never really talked to them, after all. Even if she'd tried to, she wouldn't have really gotten far. Arinne was the only person she could talk at length with, and with anyone else the most she could really get out were a few mumbles before she had to make herself scarce. People were just... Not her strong point.

It was so much easier to deal with dead people, really.

Silently, she took a seat as close to Arinne's as possible and hunched down in her chair, shoulders sunk and head lowered as she quietly took a jammy dodger and began munching on it like a mouse. Really, she already knew everything Arinne was going to say... Why was she even here? Couldn't she just... Get to work already? It would be far less awkward than having to deal with all this...

[User]
"Is the lead's name Jack the Ripper?" Jun muttered as he entered the conversation.

Previously resting his head on the table while waiting for the Ar-Rynesarte kid, Jun straightened his back and leaned back on the chair "If the meeting is about anything else this would be quite the coincidence" he said dryly. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together, the only real question was their roles in whatever the girl was planning, though he decided to keep that question to himself until their host gave her explanation.

He sure didn't like to have to spend his time repaying his grandfather's favors, especially considering that he hadn't had any contact with any members of the family in years, but he wasn't stupid enough to go against a binding contract, even more so regarding one made by the Ar-Rynesarte family. Some of the other magi there looked competent so Jun hoped that whatever they would do be smooth sailing from beginning to end.

[Assistant]
It was only upon hearing Arinne's voice that Leonardo jumped awake, having drifted of to sleep due to both the length of time he'd been waiting and a particularly nasty case of jet lag. He looked around the room and noticed a few things. The first was the girl Luna had told him about, Arinne Ar-Rynesarte, standing in the room with a Homunculus of her own, and he decided she was probably the voice that had woken him up. The second was that there were significantly more people in the lounge than there were when he had fallen asleep. Like, at least four more.

And the third was that there was now a delectable-looking plate of biscuits on the table, which in turn caused him to realise how hungry he currently was.

He didn't even think twice before he pushed himself to his feet and took one.

"Hey, hi, I'm awake." He said, as if to reassure everyone that he really was, in fact, awake. "So you're my boss now? A little short, but I've met enough scary short people that I won't judge."

He took a bite out his biscuit, before continuing to spe-oh wow those biscuits were good.

"Anyway, I guess we're here to catch a murderer?" He half said half asked, looking around at all the other people who'd already said so. "I'll admit, I don't know all that much about the situation here. My plane only landed last night, so you're probably gonna need to fill me in on all the juicy deets."

As he spoke, he stuffed the rest of the biscuit in his mouth.

"Also, on an unrelated note, fishing in the Thames, legal or illegal?"


[System]
Appearance: While the image signifies "Yoh's form in her own heart", when viewed by other beings, she will necessarily be seen in her "true" form, which is a shambling mass of meat. See "Eldritch".

Age: Nonstandard

Species: Unnamed Extradimensional Abomination

Gender: "Female"

Personality: A hopeless romantic meshed with a kindhearted sadist. Yoh is a "child" who views love as something eternal. It is the gem against which all else is meant to be weighed, rather than ethical or other normative notions. As other notions are transient and flawed, she thus has little objection with changing herself or that which stands around her, in the name of facilitating her goals, and can actually be frighteningly calculating when doing so. Her means of expressing love is largelythrough bringing harm, but as she does truly believe in the eternity of love, she only finds joy in causing harm if the harmed party loves receiving it; should they not, Yoh will do them the service of helping show them the light.
Follows the biological imperatives of her species as a godly dogma, because she views them as guidelines for how best to bring love to others.

Bio: A former human who was forcefully converted into an otherworldly being by a member of that very species. Incidentally, she lived on one of the many "Earths" that exist in possible worlds, though she has not existed in that world for quite some time. As a human, Yoh was an unremarkable individual who does not need to be narrated on. Since being changed, her mentality has altered itself accordingly, leading her to have a different heart than she did as a human. However, while her personality has changed, her knowledge as a human has not degraded, and she has retained a totality of knowledge on human culture, genetics, and the like, while forcefully acquiring the capabilities of her species. After conversion, she spent innumerable years following the imperative of her species, creating new members of her species and injecting them into alternate worlds, all while perfecting her own abilities.
While she was not meant to be forced through dimensions at this point in time, events outside of her control resulted in her being dragged to Arcadia. She has since simply gone along with it.

Abilities:

Genetic Manipulation: The capability to alter and analyze genetics. This is an inherent talent of Yoh's species, and the crux of their nature. In the field of genetics and surgery, they can be called unparalleled. Yoh is capable of innately analyzing and permanently recording the total genetic information of any being she encounters, and her body can perform "surgeries" that alter genetics at the finest level, both for herself and others. These abilities are the byproduct of the species imperative, whereby "spores" are released onto a world in order to convert its inhabitants into members of Yoh's species. Yoh herself specializes in self-genetic modification, and prides herself on the speed of her "surgeries".

Eldritch: The body is "impossible". Even to beings with incredible mental resilience, her form provokes an inherent feeling of utter wrongness. Most beings suffer slight fits of insanity merely from seeing her, while stronger or more difficult-to-disgust beings will at the very least feel innate terror and revulsion. Her mentality is similarly eldritch. Yoh's species is also rather hardy, enough to where gunshots and the like pose very little actual threat to her, though this is only really impressive compared to humans.

Replication: Refers to an intellectual sense. Another talent of Yoh's species, they are capable of consuming, understanding, and replicating the culture of any species if they are provided with knowledge. They consume knowledge like a sponge, and learn at absurd speeds compared to a standard human. This suits their role as an extradimensional parasite.

Universe of Origin: Saya no Uta

[User]
Ika Musume

 An inkling? Ika Musume had never heard of something like that. Though if she wasn't a robot... But still squid like... Aha! She's still a compatriot! And environmentally friendly ink must mean she was here to stop the pollution of the oceans just like Ika Musume!

 Inkling must be a cousin of squids, De geso! Which means your here to Inkvade and put an end to human pollution, De geso! I've been inking of all sorts of squiddle plans to make the humans fear me so they will bow down to the superior squid, ~De geso! And since your a compatriot I might be able to tell you them, De geso.

Ika Musume excitedly said all this before Cia had a chance to answer Add. It had been a while since she had met another squid, and the last one she met lost his cap and died. It was very emotional and the first casualty in the Inkvasion. But the sacrifice made takeru a loyal subject, and brought all his friends with him. Either way, Ika Musume was clearly excited and eagerly awaited Cia's response.

[Assistant]
Taiyou
Nova raised an eyebrow at this oddity. These people seemed to use terms from the oriental, a region of old Terra. However, those cultures had been destroyed in the Great Wars that had marked the end of Terra, and his first emergence. Perhaps in the universe they originated from, these cultures had somehow weathered the Great Wars? Or, even stranger still, the Great Wars had never come to pass. The possibilities were staggering. However, he chose not to mention it. He would discover these things in time, as he himself travelled the realms. He had more important things to discuss.

"I don't think there are any safety measures that could have prevented me from accessing it." Nova smiled, thinking for a moment of some of his more amusing exploits back in his home dimension. "Regardless, you can surely see the sense in sharing the capability to travel between worlds with more people. If multiple factions were able to exchange ideas and technology, it would greatly increase our capabilities overall, and allow us to drive back the darkness that seem to almost inevitably appear in every universe. Whilst those of malignant intent are rarely able to cooperate, those who fight for the common good share the same goals." He raised a hand, as if making a speech of sorts, wishing to impress upon her the importance of this information. "Ties between universes could form an impenetrable alliance, a great formation of different yet powerful armies, each of which would do their part against their combined evils. Sharing resources and knowledge would be for the benefit of all involved."

He had more to say, of course. However, he was cut off by the appearance of a strange power on this planet. Even here he could sense the echoes it made in the warp, and yet this power was clearly not of the Warp. Foreign and powerful, he reached out to read this strange being's mind. And yet he found himself locked out by it's mechanical nature. It was certainly a dangerous being, he could not imagine any machine wielding that much raw power. And yet, it was followed swiflty by the appearance of another figure on this world. An immense psionic presence, and yet he could feel it's mind linking thousands of lesser beings. An entire fleet had appeared over this world, releasing what appeared to be Drop Pods into the atmosphere. And yet these were not his loyal Space Marines, but mind-linked servants of this larger being, filled with nothing but subservience and suppressed rage.

It seemed a new enemy had made it's way to this world, and a grand one at that. He sighed, as he looked over at Midori. "Excuse me, it seems I have some business to attend to." He then stood up from his throne, energy seeming to gather around him like a cloak. He vanished, appearing on top of the palace, a massive man glowing with divine light. He gestured upwards, towards the battleships that had gathered like flies around this planet. He would show them his power, the true might of the God Emperor. The power that had fought the Chaos Gods for 10.000 years as his physical form had rotted away and his mind had decayed. The might that had crushed a billion neverborn worlds, and scoured entire solar systems of light. He would show them the power of humanity, reborn in him. All of it. All of the strength he had never been able to fully display, now so clearly at his fingertips.

And the results were terrifying.

The sky seemed to quake as the ships felt themselves being pushed and pulled by some invisible force. Alarms blared as the mind-linked servants of the Ethereals sought to perform emergency repairs. The fleet was thrown into disarray, ships strewn across the sky as if by the careless hand of a God. And then, as the Emperor's power reached it's peak, each stood suddenly still. With the might of a God, he crushed them. Ships kilometers long, filled with thousands of soldiers. Every single ship in the sky was crushed like a can of soda, imploding on itself as the interior was squeezed out through the now shattered windows. Technology that could resist the force of a nuclear impact with negligent ease, annihilated in a single instant.

The Emperor sighed. Even for him, this had been a tiring feat, and he was well aware that the greater threat had not been dealt with. The one they had all served was already on the planet's surface, as were many of his warriors. They were far from his current position, however, and he would deal with them once he had rested. Perhaps he would also have to deal with the mechanical monstrosity he had sensed before, but he could sense no animosity from that being. Once it displayed any form of malign intent, he would consider it his responsibility to intervene. Such was the duty of the God Emperor of Mankind. Forever bound to lead his sheep through the darkness, to shelter them from the horrors they could not understand.

Once more, the Emperor appeared in the throne room of the Imperial Palace. "Now, shall we continue? I believe I have made my case. Our cooperation could only better the multiverse." He sat down, as his mind began designing several suits of armour around him. Even as he spoke to Midori, matter rearranged itself to suit his will. He was forming the armour of the Thunder Warriors, or the Space Marines as they had later become known. Perhaps it was time for him to forge his soldiers on this world once more.

[User]
The creature stood from it's crater, it's body already healing from the impact. It looked over to the strange being that had appeared in front of it. And even it's limited mind could tell that this creature was one of great power, judging solely by it's aura. Apocalypse simply grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth. How good was it that the first being it would meet after it's exile would be one of such power? For power was the anvil on which it would forge it's own strength. Battle was the heat with which it would reforge itself. For in victory he would gain experience, and in death he would gain in power. He could not be stopped, merely delayed. And this being would be the first of many to feel his wrath.

In an instant, Apocalypse broke the sound barrier. It shot forward like a bullet, fist swinging towards the Ethereal. The force the fist carried was roughly the equivelant to that of a jumbo jet striking you in the face. Were the blow to land, the ethereals relatively frail body would be annihilated in an instant, the shockwave pulping it's internal organs as it's physical form was launched through several city blocks. However, things were never as easy as that. And while the original Doomsday had possessed an immunity to psychic attacks, Apocalypse had no such resistance.

[Assistant]
Über Ethereal

Impact Crater - Bern, Switzerland

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The abomination spoke no words despite the alien's invitation, instead it grinned like any other confident human being it had met in the past. That simple fact disgusted the Ethereal to an extent but didn't disturb it whatsoever in its main objective, it had to bring that beast back for further analysis and eventual usage in the field. The Ethereal didn't say a thing either as it waited for the apparently sentient creature to respond in its own way, with or without hostility.

Hostility it was. In an instant, the monster broke the sound barrier and attempted to take down the thin alien in one strike. Luckily the Uber Ethereal wasn't of low caliber, and could handle the situation itself. However, the prideful species would not sacrifice the luxury of having others do the bidding for them. Having mind merged the four closest Muton Elites, they were all enhanced with superior reflexes and accuracy added to their already genetically modified capabilities as a 'created' creature by the Ethereals. Because of this, they could follow the movements of Apocalypse just as the Ethereal could, although with less efficiency, they could still get the job done. As the monster swing its fist, it would be greeted with one of the Muton's gatling plasma cannons. The wave of green energy would aim to fry and melt the arm as it had contact, because it was plasma after all.

"Speed comparable to Basterbine's Hirenkyaku. A potential of strength beyond the standards of our creations. Show us more, Bestial One."

As it spoke, it didn't lose track of the action. The monster's arm was snipped and the Mutons were all ready to fire if he were to try something else. That didn't mean he could just kill them all, especially since they were mostly long range aliens. But that would be admitting he could escape the Uber Ethereal from this distance. With the arm shot, the thin alien had already shot a mindfray with its mind alone and went to simply touch Apocalypse's body. It wasn't something that could be blocked, and the overwhelming speed and point blank range of the attack made it even more difficult to handle.

In any case, a manifestation of Psi-energy was getting visible from under the Ethereal's robe. Apocalypse wouldn't know, but it had its Psi-lance ready to chop down the monster if it would want to brawl from close range. Its goal wasn't to kill the abomination, but to either stall it out until it could have an incapacitating shot or wait until it would stop on its own for any reason.

"Show The Envisioning One your wrath."

The destruction of the mock fleet stationed above the planet had no relevance to it. As long as the concealed observation ship was secure, everything was interchangeable. Its only goal was to retrieve this creature unless the previous menace presented itself as an obstacle. But fate would be on the alien's side, there wouldn't actually be any intervention from the threat. As such it would only focus on the monster before it.

[User]
Coastal Mainland, New York

Yoh went quiet for several seconds at Gojira-san's questions, her face scrunching up slightly in contemplation.

...

...

...?

After a decidedly lengthy lapse in conversation, Yoh nodded to herself, evidently having reached a decision. A slight glint entered her eyes as she balled up her right hand into a fist and lifted it into the sky declaratively.

"I have no idea!"

Truly a tactical genius, this one.

"Um, um, let's just walk around for a bit and see if we can somewhere that looks cool! Like a vending machine, or a gift shop, or a restaurant that only sells grilled cheese! Oh, but I'm not hungry right now, so I guess that third one won't work super-well."


[System]
"Oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me", I said "you're holding back", she said "shut up and dance with me!"
Face Claim: Kay Panabaker
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Date/Place of Birth: July 13th, 1998. Swindon.
Currently: Hogwarts
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Dogwood, 6 ¾", Phoenix Feather. Springy and excitable.
Patronus: Will be a Stoat
Personal
Childhood/Family Life: Sadie's childhood has been hard work. Raised on the family farm, Sadie is well acquainted with long days and extensive studying. An excellent student, she often ranked in the top ten in her coursework.
Exceptionally close to her mother, Sadie's most cherished memories are their numerous outings and girly nights. Sadie nurtured a mechanical streak with her father, helping him maintain aging farm equipment. Her relationship with her brother Brennan has always been strained, their personalities too similar to allow them to get on.

Personality: Bubbly, excitable, and prone to mischief, Sadie has a loud personality. Often bouncing between four different thoughts, she is often mistaken as a brainless ditz. Beneath her cheery exterior, however, lies a deeply curious mind and fiery determination. Passionate, dedicated, and fiercely protective of her friends, Sadie's sharp wit is a weapon in and of itself.

Hobbies: Video games, geo-caching, studying, calligraphy, cards.

[User]
Barely heard anything either of his friends said until the announcer spoke again. He watched his brother float down to the grass and hop of his broom as if the whole world was his oyster; George had always envied him in that regard. As soon as his two feet touched the grass, the same skinny red head ran over, his robes folded neatly over her arm. Theo didn't have a girlfriend- He was sure of it. He hadn't written to anyone over the summer and there was no way it could have happened overnight. Watching his brother slide on his robes once again, a conceited and smug smile toying with the corners of his mouth, George couldn't help but feel embarrassment bubble and boil in his stomach. The younger Nott traced his brother's gaze directly to Brennan and instantly shrank into the grass. Theo had to win this...

The blonde contemplated hiding behind his hands, staring at the ground, even feigning illness and returning to his dormitory. If Brennan won this, Theo would be humiliated. Braving a glance towards his friends, George tried to judge their expressions. Sadie looked just as apprehensive as he did; Seine clearly electrified by the whole situation. All George could hear was the echoing boom of the Gryfindors behind them, rallying together to scream Brennan's name as he flew.

George's eyes were fixated on the screen, as was everyone elses'. No single pair seemed to have taken their attention from the footage for even a moment. From the corner of his eyes, George could see his own brother following the boy's race around the turrets and towers of Hogwarts, pushing his hardest around the track. Brennan could fly, there was no denying that. The closer he came to the finish line, the louder his friends began to screech. This was it...

Brennan thundered across the finish at a speed that didn't seem possible, straight into the whooping cries of those clad in red.

"It's a tie-"

George felt his stomach twist in on itself a thousand times over. All of his previous trepidation frothing over the edge and out of control. There couldn't have been a more unwelcome result..

"That's troll shit!" One boy yelled, thick and stocky. "Everyone knows Ethans can't fly for jack!" The silence that followed was painful. George gaze darted about for his sibling again, who stood with his back to Brennan, displaying nothing other than loathsome and obnoxious hate for the result. He said nothing- did nothing, despite the constant distress of the red head beside him. She rather looked like a chicken at this point, flapping her wings and throwing feathers about the place.

"We should go..." George muttered, slowly standing. His voice uncertain and shaky. "We have lessons soon." It was the only excuse he could think of and watching Theo seethe in his spot was an less welcome than a cockroach at a restaurant. Watching his brother smolder and simmer, boiling and brewing, fuming and foaming, George could feel his toes curl. He'd never seen his brother so irate.

Theo rolled his shoulders and turned to face Brennan, smirking again. He pushed off the red head, who'd clung to his arm by this point and stood firmly at the edge of his friends.
"Considering your broom is not top notch, I'd say you flew well. You still take corners terribly but there are first years who can fly better with their eyes closed."

"We need to go." George insisted by this point, all his alarms going off on full DEF-CON 1. He tugged on Seine's robes and passed him a pleading look. "We really need to go."

"Other than simply blood minority, it's hard to say exactly why you made the team, Ethans. After all, your arm isn't up to par. I'd blame parentage but after all these years, I think it must simply come down to the fact you're a runt." Another short shove towards the red head who'd returned to his side to pull him from the inevitable fight. George froze still on his spot, staring in horror as his brother just kept going. "You're a fuck up, Ethans. You've no skill, only luck. One day that luck will run out and everyone will realize exactly what you are. A half-pint moron with dirt for blood."

George felt the color drain from his face pretty quickly after that. He was thankful Sadie didn't understand, although he dared to guess what Seine must have been thinking. He felt his attention shift directly to Brennan, waiting for the moment he'd be expected to side with his brother. Their uncle had always said Theo was too proud and smug for his own good. He'd really out done himself this time.

[Assistant]
Sadie was blown away by the intensity of the cheers. Brennan looked both frustrated and pleased; bolstered by the joy of their housemates, but determined, as if he wanted another go around the castle. She knew that look—Brennan had always been hyper-competitive, and it had gotten him into trouble hundreds of times over the year. But the blonde had slung her arm around his shoulder and for a moment, Sadie thought everything might be okay.

The peace didn't last but thirty seconds. A vulgar protest shot through the crowd, quieting the raucous laughter. Everyone knows Ethans can't fly.

Sadie felt her stomach twist, one parts surprise to two parts indignation. What did that mean? He had just tied, hadn't he? She looked between Seine and George, confusion written on her face. Seine shrugged, but George was urging them to go. Sadie rose to her feet, but couldn't quite tear her eyes away from the spectacle.

She'd never seen Brennan look so hateful, not even when she'd accidentally set his jumper on fire last summer. He looked at Theo like he wanted to rip his throat out, fists clenched. Sadie realised suddenly that the blonde, Pepper, had a hand on his shoulder, holding him back.

"You know, for two thousand galleons, I would have thought your broom should do the flying for you, seeing as how you can barely put the bird through her paces," Brennan's voice was strangled by frustration, and Sadie couldn't look away. It was a train wreck in slow motion, and everyone surrounding the two boys seemed to recognize it.

"Come on, Brennan, let's just go," One of the crimson clad boys muttered. Brennan seemed to try and compose himself, and Sadie though that he'd managed the impossible and controlled his temper.

A half-pint moron with dirt for blood cut through the air like a knife. A gasp and a chorus of outrage rippled through the crowd—and Brennan had launched himself at Theo. Sadie gaped as her brother grappled the taller boy, raining down blow after blow. People were shouting—several of the students in red were screaming for blood.

"ENOUGH," boomed throughout the courtyard. Brennan and Theo were ripped apart, and Sadie could see her brother straining against the magic, knuckles bloody, as if all that mattered was the fight. The Headmistress was sweeping across the grounds in a rush of emerald tartan robes, wand aloft. Students cleared a path for her automatically, "Control yourselves, the both of you! Never, in all my years—"

"Professor," Pepper interrupted. The sharp look Professor McGonagall gave terrified Sadie, and she wasn't even the one receiving it. Pepper swallowed, but continued, fists clenched. "Brat deserved it, he called Ethans a mudblood—"

"That is enough, Miss Averys. I cannot believe a Head Girl would condone this response—the both of you," Professor McGonagall directed her wand to the two boys, still suspended and held apart. They were placed on their feet, and Brennan looked as though he might launch himself at Theo once more. Sadie chewed her nails anxiously as Professor McGonagall marched the boys—and a few of the older students with little golden badges—away.

Dirt for blood, he'd said. Sadie watched Theo and Brennan's backs. That was what Seine and George had meant.

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George stood stationary, on the edge of hyperventilating after his brother's outburst. If it was possible to turn back time... Theo was going to get himself killed for saying that. The blonde's eyes constantly flicked between the boys, waiting. The uproar of response was expected, after all, he'd said the worst thing. His brother was an idiot! He made one last attempt to pull his friends from their spots only to startle and jump as soon as a thud echoed the grounds.

Theo was on the ground, Brennan throwing punches faster than George thought possible. Watching was unbearable. His brother deserved the response, it what he'd sought after but George doubted it was this. He peered round at the students, Gryfindor backing Brennan, two Ravenclaws making a dash to pull Brennan from their friend, along with plenty of students disappearing back to the castle as if they sensed the trouble that seemed so close at hand.

"Enough!" A voice rang out like a bell, standing each student still, with magic and without. Seeing his brother stood upright was a sorry sight. His nose looked displaced and his shirt- Oh Theo. George felt himself feel sorry for his brother. No one dared to speak aside from the blonde girl Brennan had been attached to. No one was denying Theo didn't deserve it but Brennan had broken his nose; it was uncalled for.

The skinny red head looked more distressed than before. George couldn't tell if that was a joint effort or whether the final shove had been the cause. It didn't stop her looking like a hen, clucking and flapping wings, red feathers all over.

All anyone could do was watch their Headmistress and silently argue, she was terrifying. Watching the two boys stand alone again was worse than tortue. Theo lifted a hand up to pinch his nose, stopping the bleeding Brennan had caused, and Brennan looked for than ready for round two. George couldn't look yet he still did. He needed to be there for his brother, it was the reason they were so close. The sight of watching him walk away, head tipped back, was painful. His face no longer held the twisted smirk that it had done when dealing with Brennan, now Theo just looked tired.

As soon as the two figures were out of sight, George let out a sigh, a breath of nervous and anxious air. He glanced between his two friends and then at the ground.
"I'm sorry my brother said that." George muttered quietly, as if speaking too loudly would turn the mob on him. "He can be a bit thoughtless sometimes." George felt the undying need to protect him rumble and stir despite how little he could do.

The students began to shuffle back towards the castle, speaking amoungst themselves, murmurs and mutters everywhere. George had suspected Theo hadn't been best impressed when Sadie's brother bumped into him yesterday but he didn't expect the hate to run so deep. It seemed unnatural for him, starting fights on purpose. He watched those whose George suspected to be friends of Theo's leave his broom with the red head as they stalked back to the castle embarrassed.

George waited until most of the students were gone before heading back to the castle, his lunch no longer appitising. His stomach still flipped like a robotic muggle dog, faster than Brennan punched his brother. This wasn't going to plan at all- he was hating school because of this. He paused whilst Seine caught up and again whilst they waited for Sadie. Both of them knew they'd have to explain what Theo had said to her, neither of them wanted to. There wasn't anything worse Theo could have uttered. No doubt they'd be hearing about it all day though.

[Assistant]
Be careful. He's a Nott, Maryam had said. Sadie hadn't really understood—she'd thought maybe it was something personal. But things began to click as George apologized, and a thousand questions raced through her head. What exactly did the Nott name mean? Did she even want to know? Her stomach churned.

"Thoughtless is an understatement," Seine said with a shake of his head. Sadie chewed thoughtfully on her lip, watching the crowd cautiously. Most of the students had reacted as though disgusted, but had everyone? How many people thought her brother—and her, she realised suddenly—had dirt in their veins?

"It's okay. We should get to the common room," Sadie said with a strained smile. They had nearly half an hour, but she found herself wanting to get out of the crowd. Mercifully, Seine nodded, and they rushed to catch up with George. Sadie smiled weakly, hooking loose red hair behind her ear. "We've got six inches to write on Gamp's laws before Wednesday. We should get it done now—it looks like tomorrow's going to be hectic."

Seine groaned, jamming hi hands in his pockets, looking entirely too displeased by the notion.

"Ughhh, seriously?"

"We're literally learning magic, how is that not the most exciting thing ever?" Sadie boggled at Seine, who simply grumbled in return. Looking to George, she cocked a brow. "Don't tell me you find bending the laws of physics boring too."


[System]
Title: Doom Slayer, Doomguy, The Doom Marine, Hell Walker.

Gender: Male.

Personality: Doom Slayer loves destruction and chaos, but he has a soft side to him. However, when he fights, he's absolutely insane and aggressive. "RIP AND TEAR!"

Ideals: He wishes to rid the multiverse of demons once and for all. He's armored. He's badass. He's powerful. He's Doomguy.

Biography: Mostly unknown, Doomguy comes from a dimension called Argent D'nur which was absorbed and destroyed by hell itself. Because of this, they've been plagued by Doom Slayer for centuries. He used to lead a group of knights before his dimension was ruined. Doom Slayer has traveled worlds and time. Again, much of what he has done is unknown. Very unknown. He has saved mars from being overrun by demons before. For a while, he's lived in hell, keeping the demons away from earth. He's moved in order to get away from the creatures for a while. More.

Powers:
Badass Incarnate: Being a fighter against Hell and all things Evil, the Doom Marine has achieved the status of being an absolute Badass. This makes him an invincible and unstoppable force to be reckoned with (though it depends on the players actions).
Superhuman Abilities: The Doom Marine possesses powerful superhuman abilities, which are all used when the Marine is fighting against Hell's Legions. His superhuman Strength means he can rip, tear, and crush Demons and Cyborgs with relative ease, which the Doom Marine uses to take down even the most powerful of Hell's minions. His Endurance, Stamina and Durability gives The Marine the ability to take large amounts of damage without stopping (Though he can still die from natural causes such as high falls, and isn't able to survive death hits when his health is at zero). The Doom Marine is also extremely fast, mobile and agile, allowing him to traverse and maneuver around the environment and battle arenas whilst also battling Demons and dodging attacks. The Doom Marines greatest superhuman feats are shown when he kills the towering Cyberdemon by tearing out its Argent accumulator and then using its horn to decapitate it after it revived, defeating the highly durable Hell Guard by killing the parasitic controllers inside of them (Used first Hell Guards own weapon to stab through its armor and kill the parasite from within, punched through second Hell Guards armor plating and squished its parasite, and killed the third Hell Guard by ripping off its armor before tearing the parasite in half), and taking down the powerful Spider Mastermind.
Argent Energy Absorption: The Doom Marine can absorb Argent Energy via his Praetor Suit, which reroutes it throughout the suits subsystems and into his body. This allows him to increase either his Health, Armor or Ammo to maximum levels.
Rune Absorption and Usage: Through some unknown means, the Doom Marine is able to use mystic runes that he gains upon completing trials. Once a trial is complete, the Marine can then equip a rune to gain new abilities.
Master Combatant and Weapon Mastery: The Doom Marine is capable of utilizing any weapon or firearm in his possession with master handling. He can use all firearms he comes across with great effect, while also upgrading and modifying his arsenal. He is also capable of carrying a vast amount of weapons, carrying up to 12 weapons including special weapons and grenades. When performing a glory kill, the Doom Marine uses a unique fighting style that allows him to quickly, but brutally, rip and tear demons apart.
Intelligence: The Marine is surprisingly intelligent despite his violent ways.
Though it is only told by demonic recordings, the Doom Marine had managed to kill Hell's greatest Champion 'The Titan', indicating how powerful he is and how he became the most feared being to Hell's Legions.

Credit to the DOOM wiki.

Weapons:
Fists: Extremely basic close-range weapon. Never runs out of ammo, but only about as powerful as a pistol shot; normally used only as a last resort or with a berserk powerup.
Chainsaw: Does damage like the normal fist, but four times faster.
Pistol: The default long-range weapon. Almost entirely useless against anything stronger than a zombieman or shotgun guy.
Shotgun: A good general-purpose weapon capable of dealing medium-high damage, especially at close range. Reload time is slightly longer than normal.
Chaingun: Very good against large crowds of small monsters or single large monsters, but its rapid rate of fire can quickly deplete its ammo supply.
Rocket launcher: Fires explosive rockets. Does a lot of damage, but can also seriously hurt the player if used indiscriminately at close range.
Plasma gun: Shoots pulses of blue-hot plasma at high speed, which can take down groups of incoming enemies easily — if aimed properly.
BFG9000: The "Big Fucking Gun." Somewhat counter-intuitive to operate at first, but kills almost any monster in one shot.
Super shotgun: A double-barrelled, sawed-off shotgun which takes even longer to reload, but at close range is even more deadly than the regular shotgun.
Heavy Assault Rifle: A machine gun like rifle that can have a missile pod attached to it.

Credit to the DOOM wiki.

Universe of Origin: DOOM(2016 but possibly the other ones, too.)

[User]
Vivi, Top-Tier Black Mage

Vivi turned his glowing orbs-for-eyes towards Yuki, who spoke to him with concern. His trembling quickly came to a stop as he saw that the girl who had screamed so suddenly wasn't scary-looking or anything. After a moment's hesitation, he reached out for Yuki's hand, letting himself be pulled back to his feet. Luckily, he wasn't all that heavy.

Shyly turning away to dust himself off, he glanced at his surroundings once more, before facing the pink=haired girl again, "Um... it's Alexandria, isn't it?" he replied with some concern. It was disheartening if this nice girl was even more lost than he, but at the very least, he HAD to still be in that castle town, right? Even if this was some sort of back street he stumbled into...

Vivi's gaze remained low as he wondered what else to say. Aside from his grandfather, he hadn't really spoken much with others. What was the best way to converse...? Well, the girl had introduced herself already, so...

"My name's Vivi," he spoke nervously, "I... came to see the play at the castle."

[Assistant]
ENTER THE SPARTANS
Nicole-B312 had just watched the Pillar of Automn escape Reach with the Master Chief on board. She travelled to the hills but was quickly surrounded. She ducked behind the ruins of a building. Her radar was lit up in all directions in red. "Shit!" She knew she could kill quite a few but there was no way she was going to kill them all. She said a silent prayer then she jumped out of cover and was about to fire on the closest one when everything changed.

John-117 & Jameson Locke were on Sanghelios with their allies formulating a plan to deal with Cortana they had retired for the night. As they prepared to lay down suddenly everything changed.

After a brief introduction and catching up on their respective timelines, the John takes command. "This place clearly will not provide us with the resources to resupply our ammo, so use it sparingly." John orders before sending Nicole out to recon since she still had an active camo from Reach. John & Jameson began securing their location. From their initial observation it looked to be abandoned. There was a large house. Jameson volunteered to keep watch by the gates while John searched the house. The contents of the house had layers upon layers of dust. Each step caused a cloud of dust to be kicked up. It was large for the location but small compared to any ship John served aboard. A quick search yielded no clues or signs of occupants. Didn't mean they weren't none hiding in secret passages.

At the gate Jameson kept took note of all the defensible locations if they were to be attacked. He noted several weaknesses in the wall that encircled the house. "Obviously who used to own has abandoned this place or died with no heirs. Be quite expensive to upgrade to optimum status for this era."

While reconing Nicole found signs of life and avoided them, but she did record everything she saw and heard. There was strange languages and stranger people, none seamed to pose a threat. How they would react if they saw Mjolnir armor was another story. While her active camoflauge was on someone noticed the slight distortion caused by her moving and that person screamed about seeing a ghost. She moved out of sight quickly and made her back to the others.

They were both waiting for her when she got back. She sent them the recording she made.

[User]
Reisen Udongein Inaba

Reisen quickly came to a halt as a strange figure wearing a mask not unlike that of a plague doctor's walked up to her. The moon rabbit's expression hardened slightly and, noting the blade at the person's side, readied herself for combat. The fact that he (if the voice was anything to go by) didn't make the first strike gave her some reprieve, but his query was even stranger than she had expected. Slightly more disturbing than it would have been otherwise, though; that mask plus that hood wasn't exactly a very normal getup to begin with, after all.

"A dungeon? I can't say that I've seen anything of the sort in all of my five minutes here," she responded, noting how said person was also readying himself for a fight.

Granted, she was wearing a suit in the middle of a medieval town and had rabbit ears on her head; it wasn't as if she wasn't entirely out of place, either. But even so, there was a fine line between looking proper and looking suspicious!

"So... If we're going to be asking questions, then I might as well ask one of my own; why would you be looking for a dungeon in the first place?"

In truth, she probably had as much of a right to interrogate him as he did her; that is, to say, none at all. But if there was going to be subtle hostility floating around, she'd have to reciprocate. Even if a fight would bring her more trouble than it was worth right now...

Komedy

[Assistant]
Nishimura Yuki

"Alexandria?" questioned Yuki, straightening after helping the strange little guy to his feet. Wasn't that... that guy from history's city or something? Yuki had to admit she wasn't the most knowledgeable about that kind of thing, but at the same time it was hard to forget someone called Alexander the Great and 'Alexandria'. Still, she didn't know all the details. But wasn't that more Greek then medieval or... something? She knew there was a difference there. And it didn't seem like she'd traveled across time and countries either... Or had she? It was hard for the pink-haired girl to tell just what had happened at all. But the fact that there was a play at the castle seemed... hopeful? Maybe people that way would know what was going on and where to go?

"Er, there's a castle?" Yuki asked, looking around, "Um, if there's a play there, maybe there's people there who could tell me what's going on."

"You traveled!" said Ruru brightly, fluttering down and making a circuit around Vivi's hat, "Really far!"

Yuki sighed heavily.

"That doesn't help me at all, Ruru. Do you know where we went?" she asked, folding her arms under her chest.

"Ummmm..." Ruru trailed off for a few moments, "... Nope! But you better keep an eye out for Negari here, too!"

"Of course I will, it's not like I'm going to forget about that."

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Konpaku Youmu

"The Underworld?" Youmu responded, before shaking her head. No, no, that was all wrong, she didn't want to go to the underworld... especially when there were ghosts there. This guy must have completely misheard what she was saying. Raising one hand to the level of her face, the incredibly pale girl waved it, her phantom half drifting lightly from side to side behind her as she did.

"No, no, I mean the Netherworld. I think it's... er..." the white-haired girl trailed off for a few moments. It was hard to tell what direction she should be indicating if she wanted to get back to Hakugyokurou. Or... how she had left her home, for that matter. "... Well... maybe someone else will know."

She'd hope this guy would have been able to help, but it looked like he wasn't... for that matter, what was he talking about? Dragon god?

"I don't know of any shrines that worship a dragon god..." she added. There was Hakurei, Moriya...

[User] He punched his hand through the demon. Blood spewed everywhere. Grabbing his super shotgun, he blew it's head off. Doomguy grimaced beneath his mask. "I'LL RIP AND TEAR AND RIP AND TEAR AND RIP AND TEAR YOUR GUTS OUT!!!" he continued, "Almost there..." Within an instant, electricity jolted through him. His suit shut down. He was teleported in zone 22 by the harbor. His suit rebooted. He put away his super shotgun. The super shotgun went into his dimensional backpack, to be exact. He stopped for a minute. Finally. A break. He then heard the noise. Darth Vader's breathing. Someone else was here. He went up to him quick, "Do you know where we are? I mean, I've traveled dimensions before, but not usually knowing where I'm going. The name's the Doom Slayer. You may have heard of me, as I'm kind of a big deal." he said. Nobody really knew who he was, "And what's up with that space suit? is it Halloween here?" he laughed. He didn't know who Vader was, being imprisoned for thousands of years.


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

Cybernetics:
* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.
* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.
* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.

Backstory:
Freyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.

Her mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.

Before she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.

Freyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.

Her mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.

In her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.

She quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.

It was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.

After Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.

It was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.

What can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.

Security forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone.

[User]
Freyr leaned back away from Vreta'Sori. She didn't like talking about her body. "Both - my implants are mostly geared towards helping me inside the Cradle. I don't go on about it, but I see it differently to you. Having all these data overlays lets me understand it in real time. It's a gift and a curse really…"

She drifted off, then continued after a moment. "If I properly look inside my own head, I'm scared of what I'll find. That is why I've avoided it for so long."

"Doctor Lang!" A voice called. Freyr looked around, but couldn't see the source of the sound. There was just the path they had departed from to sit on the side of the grassy knoll.

"Freyr!" The sound was closer this time. Freyr looked behind her and smiled with recognition when she found Dr Kim striding down towards them. She got up and the young scientist embraced her heartily, careful not to drop his stim-stick.

"I'm glad to see you up and moving. We were all so worried!"

"Thanks to our Rothian friends, I'm fine now." Freyr replied. Dr Kim glanced warily at Vreta'Sori.

"We're in a tent on the other side of this thing." He motioned to the long, low hill they were standing on. "A bot just showed up with a big basket of fruit." Kim laughed. "I knew you wouldn't be far behind. Come, I'll show you."

Together, they scaled the hill. From the summit they looked out over a small field with trees for shade on the edge of a river. An octagonal grey tent stood in the field, with a few people Freyr instantly recognised conversing outside.

"It's good to be out of the safe house, even if this place is just an illusion of space." Dr Kim sighed contentedly as they strolled towards the tent.

"Some of the team want to leave for good though - they've had enough." He warned, shooting his superior and mentor a glance.

"I can hardly blame them. It is my fault we're in this mess to begin with - i'll talk to them." Freyr responded.

[Assistant]
Given the scale of the atrium, it was not surprising that the team had been able to set up where they pleased. There was enough space for every living person on the ship to live in the atrium full-time, if they needed to. Indeed, some emergency plans involved moving the crew to the atrium to allow them to power down other parts of the ship. Regardless, the Human team had seemed to have settled in well enough. The tent they were using was of Rothian make, and was designed for rapid, but effective shelter in any environment. It was made from a smart polymer that could be flexible like cloth to be arranged into any needed shape, then, when activated, could harden into a tough, rigid plastic. The polymer could be shifted manually, or automatically with programmable presets. Currently, it seemed like their tent was simply arranged into an open area with plenty of space for whatever equipment they wanted to have with them.

The location they had chosen had what Vreta would consider a certain, idyllic charm. It was open, on a gentle hill near a river. Somewhat closeby, Vreta could see one of the waterfalls from one of the atrium walls. Like much of the rest of the chamber, the walls were intended to blend seamlessly with the environment it presented, so they had the appearance of natural barriers, rather than artificial ones. This waterfall had the appearance of flowing down from a short, but steep rock cliff face. Personally, Vreta felt like he might end up getting distracted if he were to try to work "outside" like this, but he could see how it could help the team to cope with all the stress they had been through.

Vreta did not want to interrupt Freyr or her team, but he did shoot her a message to respond to what she had said to him. "I understand how you feel, and I know the pressure you're under, being the leader of all these people. Especially now, with all they've been through. Not a lot of Rothians are comfortable with danger, and I can't imagine it's 'that' much easier for Humans. Still, though, you do need to remember to look out for yourself, too. Your well-being is just as important as theirs. If you decide to accept it, whenever you are feeling ready, we can get you the help you need. Whatever we might find, we'll be ready to face it."

Vreta gave a look around the area, taking in a deep breath and speaking out loud this time. "After all this chaos, I do think it would be good for your team to hear from you. Maybe we should get everyone together, your team and Marae's. This is a perfect place, just rest by the river, sit in the sand. Talk. Air out concerns, grievances, and figure out our path going forward."

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"That sounds like a plan." Freyr agreed.

The large tent was bereft of much heavy equipment. Instead, a dozen holos projected mountains of data visualisations onto whiteboards, the walls and even the ceiling. Academics of both species stood around talking, sitting quietly and running through simulations in their head or writing out structures to make sense of it all. The groups were more mixed than before, but there was still quite a clear separation between the Rothian & Human cadres.

Most of the Human team greeted their leader returning with relief. They'd been to her bedside earlier, but the doctors had ushered them away to let Freyr rest. She did notice though that some people didn't come and say hello. They clumped together in pockets throughout the space and watched her with interest.

Eventually, quiet fell in the tent when it became clear Dr Lang wanted to address them.

"Hi everyone." She began, searching for the words. "I think we all need to talk."

[Assistant]
After Freyr's answer, Vreta silently messaged Marae to get the rest of the team together. Most of the science team was in and around the atrium, but there were some who were elsewhere in the ship, including Marae herself. They did have to wait a few minutes for the stragglers to trickle in and join them. It did not take long for Nirann to join them. Rather than repair the damage to his body, he had moved to an entirely new frame. He seemed to have moved to a different model of military droid. It was still a Rothian-like droid, though this one was noticeably taller with plating that seemed thicker. Whatever else might have been different from the previous droid was not visible from the outside.

Marae had been in a different part of the ship when Freyr awoke, so she was one of the last to join them in the tent. Pretty much right away as she saw Freyr, she rushed up to her arms outstretched. She seemed to be all smiles and excitement as she pulled her into a tight hug. Whatever the rest of the team might have been feeling, she was certainly in a good mood in the moment. "Ah, I was so glad when I heard you had woke up. I trust our doctors of course, but it's nice to see in person that their diagnosis was correct. I see you got the outfit I gave you; do you like it? Did I do a good job on it?"

[User]
Freyr returned Marae's hug in kind. It was good to see her - their bond had been forged mainly through a mutual love of science. But the main thing that drew Freyr to the pre-eminent AI specialist was that she wore her heart on her sleeve.

"Thank you. Yes, very good job." Freyr beamed, eliciting smirks from a few on her team.

"Let's go and stretch our legs."

As a loose group of incongruously dressed individuals, the scientists exited their big tent and meandered through the shaded field, talking quietly among themselves.

After a minute or two, Freyr found herself on the edge of the river. Well, it was quite thin for a river at this point. More of a babbling brook that washed over a bed of smooth stones. Some of them shone in the artificial light…

"Boss?"

Freyr woke from her reverie. She realised she must have been staring into the water. She turned and found everyone gathered around. Some were looking round at the scenery but most were focused solely on her.

For a few moments, she didn't know what to say. So she just started and hoped it would come to her.

"Some of us have worked together for a long time. The Rothians here won't know him, but before he was killed in the Cradle, Dr Childermass and I had known each other for some eleven years. Some of you have been experts in the field since before I was born."

A little girl laughed, somewhere far behind her. A man called that girl's name. Freyr looked round, but couldn't hear anything out of the ordinary. Just the water. Nothing moved on the other side of the river. She looked back around to face the scientists again.

"Together, we've applied learnings from the Cradle to problems that exist in our reality. How do we…communicate, across the vastness of space? How do we provide long-term energy sufficiency to new and remote colonies? How do we shield space-faring vessels against harm? All of these advances in technology were catalysed in this…thing, we found underground."

All faces were watching her now. She studied them.

"But now, the problem is the Cradle itself. It has killed thousands of innocents. The entity buried on Rothia - the Navigator - It says it was running. Running from something it says is even more powerful, and unfriendly. It wants our help, but I swore to protect you when I took this job. And I can't guarantee safety anymore. I don't know if anyone can."


[System]
Nickname/Alias : Livewire
Age : 16
Gender : Female
Sexuality : Asexual
Guild Emblem : Luka's Fairy Tail Guild emblem is located on her back just underneath her neck and is blue like the blue of her outfit.

Personality : Happy, cheerful, moody, angry, vindictive, depressed, shy, reticent, violent, all of these different emotional states can be seen within the space of an hour if you observe Luka for long enough, though the exact cause is never entirely certain. Though it is not uncommon for a mages magic to be linked to their emotional state this is especially true for Luka, with not only the power of her magic but her ability to control varying wildly as she becomes emotional. This makes her a difficult person to be around if someone is not used to her outbursts as it makes her seem overly dramatic at the best of times or outright insane at the worst of times. The only thing that is certain when dealing with Luka is that what you see is what you get. She wears her heart very much on her sleeve.

In regard to the way in which her magical ability fluctuates there is an observable pattern. When Luka is in her so called 'ground state' her power level is stable but relatively low while her control is outstanding. Which is good, it stops people getting hurt. Ground state emotions are those that have no aggressive component to them. It is when her mood changes and she enters her 'heightened state' that things get a little more...tricky.

The heightened state is triggered through emotions that have a strong underlying aggressive component to them, such as jealousy and rage. In this heightened state her magical balance becomes inverted, her power heightens while her ability to control that power wanes to an almost equal degree. Not a bad deal right? No! It can very bad! In this state Luka loses the ability to cooperate with her team-mates in any meaningful fashion and is capable of rather impressive collateral damage output, if that kind of thing can be called impressive.

Outside of battle she is still prone to the occasional emotionally induced electrical discharge, however there is a convenience to their targets that make people wonder just how 'uncontrolled' and 'accidental' they really are.

Magic Type : Caster
Rank : Guild Mage
Rank of magic is mood dependant:
 - Normal State – A rank control/C rank power. Lightning is yellow/white in colour in her normal emotional state.
 - Heightened State – C rank control/A rank power. The lightning loses its yellow hue and its almost pure white.

Magic : Lightning Magic
Spells
 - Thunder Bullets
 - Lightning Body
 - Lightning Cage – Luka creates a spherical shield composed of lightning rings that encircles the user both vertically and horizontally in a series of bands, like lines of latitude and longitude on a globe that rapidly oscillate around her. The cage itself is a solid but short lived defence. The lightning cage will lose its cohesion within moments of being formed, revealing its secondary function. The cage expands outwards in all directions simultaneously, making it dangerous to opponents who are too close to the point of origin. The spaces between the lightning bands increase with distance, making it easier to evade.
 - Discharge – Luka puts her index and middle fingers together on both hands and crosses them over, like a cross-hair on a gun sight. This causes a concentrated lightning bolt to be fired at her target. The attack has low overall damage potential but is highly penetrating and hard to dodge when too close. Good at breaking barriers down when used repeatedly.
 - Electrocution – Exactly what it sounds like, don't let her grab hold of you. Not good for anyone's health.

Weapon – Lightning Rod (pictured above) is a focusing weapon that she uses to direct Thunder Bullets more accurately. Makes for a poor melee weapon but is half decent for blocking with if need be.

Biography : Luka was brought to Fairy Tail several years ago after she started experiencing uncontrolled magical discharges, the timing coinciding with the start of puberty and all the raging hormones that are associated with it. With a less aggressive form of magic it might not have been such an issue, but with Caster type Lightning Magic there was a real danger involved to all concerned. Her home village was quite remote and not used to seeing magic very often so the news quickly spread that the child was out of control and dangerous. Luka's parents were simple merchants and had no personal experience with magic. In fact no one in her extended family had been a mage for several generations an so no one was quite sure how to help her. And with her outbursts worsening it was only a matter of time before someone was injured, or worse.

So the appearance of a guild mage was quite the fortuitous event, or coincidental, depending on how you look at it. He introduced himself as a Fairy Tail wizard who had heard rumours of uncontrolled and dangerous magic in the village and had come to investigate on his way back to the guild from a mission. He had been able to help almost at once, using his own magic to suppress Luka's. But that was no solution to the problem in the long term, there was no possible way he could stay in the village and in time there was also the possibility that her problem would only worsen. So he made Luka and her parents an offer. He would take Luka back to the guild with him. No doubt someone in the guild had experience with this sort of thing. When the issue of monetary compensation was raised the mage simply waved the issue away. She would be earning her own keep after all. As a Fairy Tail mage.

Theme/s : Change
Other
 - Luka loves thunderstorms and though it can not be proved she is often suspected of being their cause, especially when she is annoyed with someone and her staff is nowhere in sight.
 - Her alias is Livewire. It was not her idea. She did not consent and would like to find out who started calling her that first!

[User]
"You are the one who should be watching where you are going flamebrain!" Mimi shouted back at him with a glare. Just as she was about to attack again at the same time Luka was aiming to attack Iggy, a voice roared through the guild.
"STUPID BRATS! AT THIS RATE THE GUILD IS GOING TO GET SMASHED INTO PIECES!" Master yelled as he walked to the middle of the battle glaring at the three main fighters. Mimi simply stopped powering up for an attack and sheepishly stared at the ground. "Sorry gramps." Mimi said not facing the Master while hoping the other two knew better than to continue.

[Assistant] Torie nearly jumped out of his seat when the guild master showed up, though the surprise was enough for him to lose focus and cause him to fall on his ass. Getting back up, he rubbed his backside and put his helmet away. "Glad I wasn't in that..." Torie muttered under his breath. Basically, any desire he could have had to get into a brawl was turned into a pressure in his bladder once the guild master entered. Not like it was really his fight anyway.

[User]
Iggy had prepared to deflect the three discharges, but he stopped in his tracks when he heard the guild master. This cause him to take each with somewhat of a loud yelp. "Yeouch!" He added as Luka was able to get in the last shock causing him to fall to the floor. "N-no fair..." He coughed a slight pulse of electricity running through his body as he stood up. It took him a moment to shock off the feeling and pat down his hair back into it's usual look since the shocks had left it sprawling out in every direction for a brief period of time. Once things were altogether on his end he glared at Luka. "Couldn't stop in time huh?" He asked with a somewhat annoyed look on his face as the glare settled just a bit.

Still, he was upset that the master had ruined the fun. It was just getting good! This had better be good. Of course, Iggy would never say that. However, he could return his attention to the master. "Hey master." He said with a slight nervous chuckle. "Good to see you." He added as a somewhat nervous smile spread across his face. "All is well I hope?" He was surprised the master was still here in all honesty. Though maybe he had a job. Was that why he was taking so long?! Oh man! Iggy was getting excited now and it showed as the nervousness left his smile, replace only with excitement and hopeful optimism.

[Assistant]
Luka visibly cringed as she heard the guild masters voice reverberate around the hall, cradling her staff in a defensive manner in front of herself as she turned towards the source of the imposing voice. She laughed nervously to herself for a moment, however upon hearing Iggy complain she couldn't resist a momentary sideways glance in his direction, smiling at him with feigned innocence. The first two Discharges really had been beyond her ability to stop. The third one, well, that was open to debate. "You started it," Luka mouthed in Iggy's direction before turning toward the guild master and bowing politely, her staff held horizontally in both hands before her waist as she did so.

In truth she was still somewhat riled up, the adrenaline in her veins not completely spent. This fact was clear enough to those who knew her due to the arcs of white electricity that danced around the tip of her staff, periodically threatening to shock any unsuspecting wizard within range. The fact that she could restrain herself at all was remarkable considering how bad it had been just a few years previous, when she had first come to the guild. Back then her electricity could run out of control with just the slightest provocation. It was still hard to control herself at times but on the whole things had improved a lot.

"Master, how...are you?" Luka asked hesitantly, just in case he really was angry and not just getting everyone's attention. Luka side stepped away from the unconscious wizard at her feet as if completely innocent of his obvious electrocution moments ago. "I hope you're not angry master? It was just a bit of fun and...Iggy...and Mimi..." Luka trailed off and without comment walked behind the bar, put on an apron and started sweeping the floor. This was clearly a well practised routine.

[User]
The master would soon sigh as things fell into place following their usual routines. Luka was cleaning, Iggy and Mimi were also behaving once again. The fight had settled down. Even the older mages and other members of the guild seemingly out of sight of the master had stopped. He glanced around for a moment before taking a seat on the nearest bar stool. He took a deep breath and then pulled out a paper and began to speak. "I have a job. It's a request to find and deliver some very important treasure pieces. It could take a while as they are fairly scattered. At most there seem to be two of each item in each place. However, according to the client, the items are guarded and they would not be able to retrieve them for research if mages were not employed. The reward is quite high. 4 Billion Jewels to be exact." He finished and there was a gasp. "who..>"

"ME!" Iggy quickly shouted. He inhaled and soon quickly reiterated. "Me! Mimi! Torie! Luka! Karn!" He beamed raising his voice excitedly volunteering members to form a team and head out. And without even consulting any of them either.

"Easy Igneel. What if one of the more..." The master began but Iggy was currently staring around the guild. Anyone who might have objected or wanted the money for themselves quickly backed down.

"So it's okay right?!" Iggy quickly was as cheerful as ever once more. "Right?!"

[Assistant]
Karn watched the mayhem, somehow changing from the girly maid outfit to his regular clothes during this process. Wearing a grey shirt and a raggedy black jacket, sleeve torn at the shoulders. Black pants and shoes with the usual beige scarf around the neck. Listening as the Master finally stepped in and shouted for the mayhem to stop, the blonde chuckled a little in amusement as the Guild. Members ceased the fighting. It was then, the Master explained a job available for quite lot of money. In which case, Iggy of course volunteered. Along with volenteering other Guild Members without notifying them.

This included Karn who blinked a little as he was volenteered by the male dragon slayer. He had just returned from a couple month job, and already he was being brought into a job that sounded a bit difficult? Despite this fact, the short boy didn't really mind. After all, this time it would be a team. And jobs with friends makes it much more fun.

His body changed into a orange cat before hopping on top of Iggy's head. "I'm in!" Karn chirped cheerfully.

[User] Mimi shook her head at Iggy's childish behavior as the master sighed, "Fine. You all may go but keep in contact and be careful." The master said handing the sheet to Mimi before returning to the office. She walked over to where Iggy was with Karn on top of his head. Mimi reached up and scratched cat Karn behind his ears before opening the job sheet and reading over it herself. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as she read what treasure they were meant to be receiving. Her hand went up and rested upon her key as she gripped it in her hand, finishing her reading of the job request. She folded it close again and looked up at the group waiting for everyone else to get over here before explaining in more detail.

[Assistant]
Luka walked toward the guild master as he laid out of the details of the operation with the broom still in her hand and frowned in annoyance as she was 'volunteered' for the operation without her consent. "Hey! Don't just go volunteering people without asking them Iggy!" Luka responded tersely with a clearly annoyed look on her face. She was not angry with him, though the look in her eyes did suggest that she might just whack him with the broom anyway. "Maybe I have another job lined up already," she carried on stubbornly and crossed her arms in clear defiance. She tossed her head to the side and exhaled meaningfully.

That was when Karn turned into one of his furball shapes and leaped atop of Iggy's head. For some reason he looked completely natural up there. Luka relented and sighed heavily, her arms dropping to her sides in defeat. "Karn, couldn't you at least pretend to think about it, don't just go along with it," she said in a soft dejected tone.

She considered the job for a moment. It did pay well, very well in fact. Suspiciously well even. So did her last job now that she thought about it. All at once her complexion became pale and tired looking. As if by magic a darkness had descended around her eyes and brow. She laughed weakly to herself at the memory. However now that she thought about it there was no possible way that the two jobs could be related. No way at all! Besides, if her admirer was following her to guildhall as she feared then she would rather be gone by the time that they arrived. In fact she insisted upon it. "Yeah! We can do this no problem master! Right Iggy? Mimi!?" she almost shouted, her voice full of determination and spirit as her complexion returned to its usual glow.

"So what's the plan?"