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<|description|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Clan: Shima
Title: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Half-Oni
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'10"
Appearance:
Occupation: Blacksmith
Notable Skills: His strength is unmatched by any human which only grows with his anger. He's fair good at running fast and climbing trees and rocky surfaces.
Magical Abilities: Can use his spirit energy as an extension of his body to an extent. Using it to pick up stuff isn't something he's learned and using it too much drains him until he eats or sleeps again.
Ki Techniques/powers: Manipulation of his own spirit and turning it into 'blue fire' energy, a trait shared with certain groups he tries to remove himself from. When he loses control of his temper his inner demon shows itself, advancing his features, increasing his strength and durability. Because of his Oni inheritance he has advanced healing, taking mere days over weeks to recover from injury.
Weapons: "Lion's Tooth" as pictured. A folded steel sword he crafted himself.
Other Gear: None.
Personality: Gin is a small, gentle young man who remains loyal to those he befriends. He goofs off sometimes and be fairly playful but can become serious and focused when he needs to be. He may act pleasant and human most of the time, but he may lose himself to his Oni side and become vicious and difficult to control. Despite not making friends with people not enjoying his company he hides his frustrations well, making excuses that he would have no skill if they didn't make time ignoring him.
Brief history: When he was a young boy he was found hiding in a tree by travellers, malnourished and filthy. The group saw what he was by his distinguishable pointed ears, red tint to parts of his skin and his red hair; however, they couldn't let a child die. It was thought best to take the child to someone to help teach him how to integrate himself into the human world and not with the brutish Onis, the best choice being the neutral Shima clan. With a family assigned to him, Gin found his niche in helping at the blacksmiths; however, the call for battle proved strong in Halfling Gin. He practised for many years in his spare time, learning the ways of the sword before crafting one himself to help balance his strength. Even if those around him didn't trust him because of his heritage he was determined to show he can help protect them from the growing aggressive climate Baji was falling under.
When the sacred relics were stolen away from the Shima clan, Gin knew he had to help take them back. They needed his strength to retrieve them. He had the strength of three warriors, three which would benefit the Shima clan by remaining on their defences. Offering himself as one of the travellers to gather the relics, disregarding his age and background.
Other: Gin doesn't take a family name; people who took him in were his carers, not his family. Raw meat can be a difficult trigger for him to handle, the smell and sight of it making it hard to control his voracious nature from his Oni heritage. He can eat more than the average human. The symbol on his clothes is the blacksmith's marking which is stamped on everything made there, on his blade it can be found on the hilt.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
The ceremony was absolutely beautiful through the eyes of Jiang Baji. He had never been treated so well or held in such high regard. The warrior felt guilty, he felt as if he betrayed his brothers and sisters by receiving such honor and praise from others, something that they were all fighting for in a foreign country. This display of respect and praise wouldn't fill his head up and he knew that in the end, it wasn't the exact honor that they were seeking. His family's mission was still a priority and they had to be recognized back in that foreign land.
Jiang turned his attention to Lord Shima, the man who took him in and gave him a place to stay and bowed respectfully to him. Baji hoped that this man would survive the chaos long enough in this land so he could help his family out when they really needed him. He hoped that Shima would be the one to prosper. Jiang baji took in a deep breath as he stared down at the earth and spoke to his temporary lord. "Much obliged for the ceremonies and appreciation from you and your people, Lord Shima. I, Jiang Baji The Dog, shall carry out this task and do everything in my power to right the wrong that your clan has been delivered." Jiang then hopped off of his feet and unsheathed his blade, pointing it to the heavens while pointing his forefinger at his lord. His legs were bent forward with one leg extended, yet slanted behind him and his other leg more frontward with his knee also pointing towards Lord Shima. "May everyone else's ancestors, the ones who built this land, the ones who laid the very foundation for this clan watch over us, guide our decisions and council us when all hope seems lost!" He purposefully left out his own ancestors. Jiang then turns his attention to his traveling allies, looking them all over and seeing nothing but imperfections, things that make them stand out and look like outcasts just like himself. He lowered his head and smiled a bit, this made him feel like he was home with his family and the young man hoped that his brothers and sisters were also able to share a similar feeling while they were out as well.
Baji had been acquainted with these people since he was chosen to partake in this mission and so far, he had nothing but love and respect for all of them. The vagabond adorned in blue walked towards them each individually to assure them that he would do his part to keep everyone safe and inspire hope within them all starting with Yuudai. He places his hand on her shoulder, makes eye contact and grins at her. "During this journey, I ask for your culinary skills to keep us healthy and full and in return, you have my blade to protect your flanks." He then makes his way towards Kenji, repeating the gesture and looking straight at him. "I ask for your tea to compliment every meal and in return, you have my word that the history of our culture shall forever be respected and protected." Jiang makes his way over to Jin, looks down at him with a smile and gives him a thumbs up. "I ask for your tenacity in all challenges to come, and in return-" Jiang places his hand on Gin's head and playfully rustles his hair. "-You have my height!" Baji then makes his way to Hibiki, plants both of his hands on the monk's shoulders and briefly sighs. Part of him really didn't want him to come with them, he felt as if this mission could not be accomplished without the loss of life. He didn't want to have to surround an honorable pacifist with so much bloodshed. Still he persevered throughout his doubts and smiled once more. "I ask for you, my friend to guide our hearts and protect us from becoming the devil that we all set out to face. For this, I give you my eyes to always be your sight, your back and your front shall always be protected." Jiang made his way to Tarou and placed his hand on his shoulder just like the others. "I ask for the speed and cunning of the Sasaki Clan's heir and in return I give you and your clan The Dog's loyalty." His rounds were almost over as he made his way towards Metou. Jiang sat down before her Indian-style and smiled at the old veteran. "I ask for your wisdom and your accuracy and in return you have my body as your shield. You will see the end of this journey." Jiang Baji finally ended with Nana. He leaned back and pointed his thumbs and forefingers at her with an enthusiastic grin. "I ask for your agility and in return you have my energy to ensure that it's never a dull moment during our travels."
Jiang had hoped that they all received his words well, he didn't want anyone to have any doubt in their hearts about their allies during their travels. You have to be able to trust the man by your side or you both may fall. He had done enough talking for now, and decided to be quiet and give the stage back to his lord or anyone else who wanted to speak.</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
During the ceremony Yuudai had been enjoying herself with all the different food on display and getting what she wanted when she asked for it, and even though she knew full well why they were doing all this it was at least nice that she could be treated normally for a change. Shame she had to promise she would risk her life to do so but it was a start. She was a little saddened by the fact her mother was not there to see her off but she was on her own trip, and besides the children were acting as they always did towards her which made her happy again. They were always trying to get her to play with them, not caring in the slightest what she was but just how she was, the eyes of innocence was a grand thing.
Yuudai was on her best behavior while listening to Lord Shima's kind words, even stating them as heroes and she had to admit that it felt rather good to be called such from the leader of such a ancient clan. She gave a curt bow to the man as she spoke "Thank you, the resources you provide us will be most helpful, I do susopect we will be getting a boat to get to the other islands as well? I don't like swimming in deep water." It was nice to know that they would be so well looked after by the clan, much better than some other jobs she accepted where they did not even attempt to pay her respect for her skills even if she was half oni. She suspected the little blacksmith could relate to that given his line of work and all.
However what did break her composer was the words from the titled Dog of Shima, his hand on her shoulder and the grin across his lips told her he so meant to say what he did just to anger her! She lowered her head and tried to hide her ticked off exspression so she could keep calm but by his final words to the others and with his back to her Yuu moved up to Jiang's back and attempted to reach out and grab the top of his head. At which point she would flex her sizable muscles to give him a good bullying squeeze! "Oh? Just for my cooking skills is it? Good to know you will be doing-" She would continue to bully him as she spoke, or trying to catch him if he dodged the first time. "-All the fighting and deal with the youkai from this point on. Make sure to be a good meat shield for all of us ok?~" Despite her strained and teasing words she continued to look on with a indifferent expression, this was like a normal day for her since she would have tried this many times before given she worked with him for the Shima family.</s>
<|message|>Tarou Sasaki
The words of the Shima Clan's Daimyo rang through Tarou's ears, his ears perked up, and tail swishing left and right in an excited way. Many times in the past had the Sasaki Clan brought honor to their family, but none would be greater than this. For years, Tarou had never understood the reasoning to the Sasaki Clan's love for the Shima, but he understood it today. It was a tight friendship and if it was not for them, they would still be a brutish and bloodthirsty clan, as well as an enemy of the Shima Clan. He felt gratitude for being allowed on this quest by the Shima Daimyo and was ready to take on this journey, no matter how dangerous it was.
After the ceremony, he approached the Daimyo and bowed to him. "As The Rising Sun of the Sasaki Clan, I hope that my service will increase friendship between our peoples. May your rule, family, and clan continue to live in prosperity, My Lord." He bowed once more, as much as he could, as a sign of great respect and trust. He was, after all, a most beloved friend of the Sasaki Clan. "I shall do everything in my power to aid you in your time of need." He then turned to meet his partners, the ones that he was eager to greet.
At first, Tarou was unsure of how to approach them, since they all came from different backgrounds. Of course, one man would break the ice. He would bring encouragement to Tarou. Of course, Yuudai would bully him in a friendly manner. Tarou laughed, giving Yuudai a pat on the back, "Be any more rougher with him and you'll kill the poor man. He only chuckled more until he was approached by the very same man, grabbing onto Tarou's shoulders, and asking him for one thing: "I ask for the speed and cunning of the Sasaki Clan's heir and in return I give you and your clan The Dog's loyalty." Jiang Baji said to him, which made Tarou smile. "You are a strange individual, but I will give you these things my friend, that is a promise. Tarou thought for a second, wondering more about the lost artifacts as he began to think to himself. Who could have taken them and for what purpose? He felt a need to confront the Daimyo straight away, as his scholarly side took over him. "Lord Shima, I have a question, if you do not mind. I was wondering if you had any evidence on these people that took them. Surely they must have left some clues behind? He took out a small parchment of paper and a quill, ready to write down anything that Lord Shima had for him.</s>
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<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
This was exciting. Everything was exciting. The Shima Daimyo could only make things even more exciting as a speech was given about his deepest gratitude and as everything could only be hyped up even more, knowing they were going to be the clan's biggest hope to get the relics returned just made everything feel amazing. If there was a way to describe Gin right now it would be anxious, finding the excitement to be oddly overwhelming as time went on. If there wasn't food during the ceremony there probably would've been little to stop him from feeling nerve-stricken over what he had to do despite his deepest desire to find what was stolen from them. To hear the Shima Daimyo to give them such high praises and hearing not a peep about what he and some of his team were made everything so much better, finally given peace from terrible looks and words the first time in his life.
To be the shortest half-Oni of the group was going to be tough on Gin. He had a lot of competition even if there was nothing to win other than the respect of his peers. He must hold a lot of trust if he was given this chance regarding his appearance, but he shouldn't have to care about that right now. Feeling proud with shaky knees he eased up after Lord Shima granted them time to get ready. Giving a quick bow before his attention turned to the rest of the group. This was going to be quite the tough journey even with his strength and durability, his trust that these people would allow him to protect them resting on the hope that they didn't underestimate him.
Adjusting his cloak gently he brushed his shoulders down, letting out a sigh before turning towards the one named Jiang Baji. He was quick to familiarise himself with the group, giving them his praise and confidence he could protect them in return. Smiling hopefully up at him, he searched his words for their true meaning, his smile slowly fading before he let out a grunt as his hair was ruffled. What a great first impression that was: it sounded like the guy didn't know what he offered on the table at all. He'll show him height didn't matter, show him he was more than just determined to do what everyone else was hoping to do too.
Snorting as he adjusted his messy hair into something a little less messy, Gin was back on his way to victory. He didn't have anything to ask the Daimyo, he knew what he had to do and was well prepared for it; however, the only thing he didn't know was whether this group really was compatible with each other. He would soon see for himself. He will show everyone what he is made of, in the end. Everyone will be singing his praises once he returns and everyone will see half-Oni were not dumb brutes inferior to both Oni and Human, especially when there was so many of his kind in the group.</s>
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<|description|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Clan: Shima
Title: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Half-Oni
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'10"
Appearance:
Occupation: Blacksmith
Notable Skills: His strength is unmatched by any human which only grows with his anger. He's fair good at running fast and climbing trees and rocky surfaces.
Magical Abilities: Can use his spirit energy as an extension of his body to an extent. Using it to pick up stuff isn't something he's learned and using it too much drains him until he eats or sleeps again.
Ki Techniques/powers: Manipulation of his own spirit and turning it into 'blue fire' energy, a trait shared with certain groups he tries to remove himself from. When he loses control of his temper his inner demon shows itself, advancing his features, increasing his strength and durability. Because of his Oni inheritance he has advanced healing, taking mere days over weeks to recover from injury.
Weapons: "Lion's Tooth" as pictured. A folded steel sword he crafted himself.
Other Gear: None.
Personality: Gin is a small, gentle young man who remains loyal to those he befriends. He goofs off sometimes and be fairly playful but can become serious and focused when he needs to be. He may act pleasant and human most of the time, but he may lose himself to his Oni side and become vicious and difficult to control. Despite not making friends with people not enjoying his company he hides his frustrations well, making excuses that he would have no skill if they didn't make time ignoring him.
Brief history: When he was a young boy he was found hiding in a tree by travellers, malnourished and filthy. The group saw what he was by his distinguishable pointed ears, red tint to parts of his skin and his red hair; however, they couldn't let a child die. It was thought best to take the child to someone to help teach him how to integrate himself into the human world and not with the brutish Onis, the best choice being the neutral Shima clan. With a family assigned to him, Gin found his niche in helping at the blacksmiths; however, the call for battle proved strong in Halfling Gin. He practised for many years in his spare time, learning the ways of the sword before crafting one himself to help balance his strength. Even if those around him didn't trust him because of his heritage he was determined to show he can help protect them from the growing aggressive climate Baji was falling under.
When the sacred relics were stolen away from the Shima clan, Gin knew he had to help take them back. They needed his strength to retrieve them. He had the strength of three warriors, three which would benefit the Shima clan by remaining on their defences. Offering himself as one of the travellers to gather the relics, disregarding his age and background.
Other: Gin doesn't take a family name; people who took him in were his carers, not his family. Raw meat can be a difficult trigger for him to handle, the smell and sight of it making it hard to control his voracious nature from his Oni heritage. He can eat more than the average human. The symbol on his clothes is the blacksmith's marking which is stamped on everything made there, on his blade it can be found on the hilt.</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin didn't know if he was enjoying this yet when there wasn't all that much talking going on in their first trek out, but then again none of them really talked to him so when he was not talking it may as well be silence. They probably should talk more given what they were supposed to be doing, but he didn't really feel like talking to anyone anyway. Following after everyone he stopped when they stopped but didn't see the reason for it, only hearing why they did until he moved out from behind the others. It was some strange man, it seemed, probably the guide they were told about. What a strange man, at least considering the guy talked a lot and seemed to ramble on about something probably important. He didn't care much, he just wanted to keep going and finally get to the fighting part and show off how good he was with his blade.
Looking to each side he let out a sigh as Jiang decided to take the lead in talking a whole lot not, his attention soon dropping away again as he went on with one of his long speeches. This was going to be a drag if he was going to do this every single time he met someone new. Letting him ramble on in his own dramatic way he looked back to him, waiting for him to finish up; however, instead of finishing up he instead decided it was time to introduce himself after so long. Thinking maybe he could finally introduce himself he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could so much as get a breath out Jiang decided to talk up again. Growling lowly he gave him an angry glare before huffing, looking away for a moment before quickly speaking up the moment Jiang stopped chattering. "I-I'm Gin, by the way! There's other people aside from him and…uhh…her", he spoke quickly, looking quickly to Yuudai before sighing, "I'm Gin the Halfling, or whatever. You don't have to take his advice if you don't want to regarding routes…"</s>
<|message|>Takumi Dakun
Takumi smiled as he looked up at the Half-Oni, making sure to give a bow to her directly since she introduced herself. He made a mental note of where she wanted to go, and began to go over possible paths to each in his head, as Baji began to give a long explanation for what he thought of each location. This guy was talking way to much as far as Takumi was concerned, thinking way too hard about the possibilities of what they know or don't know. He was more used to people just quickly deciding where to go or already knowing beforehand. He was about to simply go introduce himself to someone else, when Baji had a question for him mixed into an introduction. It was a fair enough question, though he wasn't too keen on tacking paths specifically used by criminals.
"W-" he was about to talk when suddenly a smaller odd looking boy spoke up, causing him to look down and tilt his head some. The boy looked a bit young, but it wouldn't be the first time he had to escort a child to where he would later die so he didn't comment on it and just mentally sighed. "Hello Gin. Yes I planned to speak to the others as well but your friends happened to speak up to first, especially Jiang. As for the routes it's up to all of you really, whatever you decide is what I'll do. I'm here to take you where you need to go after all. If you have an idea of your own, just speak up and make your voice heard." He smiled before turning back to Jiang.
"Yes I do know of places such as those, paths used by various individuals and groups who I'd rather not run into. If we are searching those areas for whoever you are after, you may want to make sure with the others first. Many people wouldn't take kindly to you snooping around if they happen to be trying to escape from somewhere at that same moment. They often have scouts and stuff watching out to make sure the wrong people don't end up finding out about such places. Hell I'd be at risk at just taking you if I didn't check out the area ahead of time." He figured it was more likely to run into bandit gangs going down those paths, likely counting loot in a hideout nearby or watching out for bounty hunters and the like.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Jiang Baji was more offended by the half-hearted introduction than he was by the passive aggression from Gin. Jiang's eyes were wide open and staring down at his friend when he heard him say whatever after introducing himself and immediately jumped in to correct him after Takumi was done speaking once more. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Gin, you can't do that, man! You gotta sell yourself! You have speak valiantly and with pride in your title!" Jiang moved behind his buddy, lifting him up and putting him on his shoulders like his kid brother. "Now we say "I'm Gin The Halfling, greatest blacksmith in all of Shima and soon to be all of Baji!" We'll working on your posing moves later." The azure warrior placed his friend down and got more serious as he put all of his focus on to Takumi's response. It was a possible route but it was very dangerous compared to the other two and they would have no help from Shima villages, nor we they have the righteous advantage of the law aiding them in a non-Shima territory. The group would more than likely be outnumbered if they were to go down that route and he wasn't sure if they would be capable of fighting together in order to preserve one another's life. "Well, I would hate to ask you to do something that you would rather not do. I'm not sure if we would be able to make it through if we get into a fight, but I like our odds so long as those two are by our side." He said, nodding his head towards Yuudai and Gin. Jiang then turns to his allies and asks for their input. "This is a group decision, going that third route seems to be potentially risking our lives. If anyone is against it, then I say we don't go at all. How do you all feel?" He asked while looking at his friends and awaiting their valued opinions.</s>
<|message|>Kenji Takeda
A quick-written farewell letter. That was all Lord Oja had to bid farewell to his vassal Kenji. The Yang was not at all displeased about this. His Lord was never a man of words, always keeping it forward and blunt in both oral and written. "Tell Lord Oja farewell as well." Kenji ordered the Oja messenger. "And to pray for our success." The messenger bowed and went on his way just as Kenji did along with his compatriots. The village also bid them farewell, some believing they were a lost cause while some believing they will return in one piece. Kenji really preferred the latter.
In time, the guide had appeared and introduced himself as Takumi of the Kunteki Clan. He was from Naji but assured the group that will not get in the way of his job. Yuudai was the first to speak up then Jiang then the halfling Gin. Their conversation was mainly about where to search first and the three routes include the Shima village Uta, the village of Ru or the bandits' route. The third one was no doubt dangerous and so Jiang and Takumi turned to the others for the group's decision.
"If I may," Kenji spoke up. "We already know the village of Uta may be helpful since likely everyone there would cooperate with our search. However, the thieves may know this and so might not go there at all... or they could and use magic to properly conceal themselves. The village of Ru, on the other hand, is their logical choice to flee since it is outside Shima influence. The villagers there, however, may require more to cooperate or they may be in agreement with the thieves' not to reveal their location."
"The third route, while dangerous, may provide the most information since it is bandits and vagabonds who are most knowledgeable in the latest gossips of plots and schemes." Kenji finished. "Or so I believe. I am merely relaying my thoughts and I could be wrong in everything I said."</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
Yuudai was picking through what Lord Shima had decided to give them in terms of supplies and she had to admit that she was rather impressed by what they had gotten. The food was what she was most interested in of course, making sure to pick through the assortment and try and wonder just what she was going to do with it in terms of a proper meal. For a moment she looked back to the sword on her back, the old hilt of the blade poking out from the clothe it was covered in, wondering if she should obtain a new better blade than the one she had now. S shook that thought out of her mind, she was sure she would not even have to use it.
Though she had been listening to the group and their talk on what to do she decided that just stating what each section would entail was not going to get them anywhere. Turning around she watched the silly poses that Jiang was putting on as he was thinking, she would never get use to that. Yuu decided to put the issue to rest "We are going to Uta to check up on some freindly sources, it will provide good leads and then we can head to Ru where they may have passed on their way out of Shima land. However if we must then we can go with the more shady areas, but I would like to avoid it as long as possible." Clearly she was not use to working in groups like this, as her indifferent tone was very much 'my way' about it.</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
It was against Metou's nature to jump into a heated conversation if she wasn't needed, and although she had an opinion, so long as the others were still discussing the matter of their next target she felt no inclination to voice it. It seemed like too much energy to involve herself in Jiang's theatrics, or to get in Yuudai's face. However, once the latter tried to put her foot down on the side Metou disagreed with, she felt the need to intervene.
"Going to Uta would be a waste of our time, and we don't have any time to spare," Metou said, looking primarily at Yuudai. "Whatever plans these thieves have for the stolen relics, they undoubtedly lie outside of Shima. Uta is perfectly capable of searching for the relics within their own borders, our skills are better used outside of Shima territory." After speaking, Metou felt her tone was probably more authoritative than necessary, but Yuudai acting the same to push everyone in a direction she disagreed with had made the old woman a bit defensive. She tried to lighten her tone a bit and continued, "We should go to Ru to look for clues and inform the leadership there of Shima's plight. Some den of thieves may hold more information, but considering the risk it should be a last resort." Metou felt flexible about that last part.</s>
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<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin thought he had done pretty alright with introducing himself, at least for someone who had never actually met someone in his life that wasn't from Shima. He wasn't a great conversationalist that was for sure. Staring up at Takumi he sighed lightly when the guy took his greeting well, staring up at the man as he spoke before gasping when Jiang's voice suddenly raised up, his head immediately turning to him as he watched him all confused. "W-What? What are you-!" Before he could even protest he was suddenly lifted up in the air, his arms going out desperately trying to balance himself. Panicking at the strange action he kept his arms out in desperation, not wanting to touch him. "Ahh! I-I'm Gin the Halfling of Shima with blacksmith-uhh greatest blacksmith of Shima and soon Baji now please put me down!"
Letting out a groan once he was finally placed back on his feet he dusted down his cloak and gave Jiang an annoyed look. He was not at all happy that he had been treated in such a fashion and was already starting to get sick of being treated like he was a little kid, even if he was short and young. All this guy seemed to do was pick on his height in different ways whether it was commenting straight out that he was short or trying to make him taller; either way, he hoped this wasn't going to become a regular thing. Grumbling as he folded his arms he looked to Jiang as he spoke, wondering at first if he was looking to someone else when he nodded in his direction before feeling confused all over again. Frowning, being asked what the best way to go was going to be a pretty useless question for him when he had never been beyond Shima, especially considering what he was. Looking to the others as they gave their input he soon shrugged himself, shaking his head. "I don't know where anywhere is so I don't know why you'd think I'd be able to give input too. Never been out this far before…"</s>
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<|description|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Clan: Shima
Title: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Half-Oni
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'10"
Appearance:
Occupation: Blacksmith
Notable Skills: His strength is unmatched by any human which only grows with his anger. He's fair good at running fast and climbing trees and rocky surfaces.
Magical Abilities: Can use his spirit energy as an extension of his body to an extent. Using it to pick up stuff isn't something he's learned and using it too much drains him until he eats or sleeps again.
Ki Techniques/powers: Manipulation of his own spirit and turning it into 'blue fire' energy, a trait shared with certain groups he tries to remove himself from. When he loses control of his temper his inner demon shows itself, advancing his features, increasing his strength and durability. Because of his Oni inheritance he has advanced healing, taking mere days over weeks to recover from injury.
Weapons: "Lion's Tooth" as pictured. A folded steel sword he crafted himself.
Other Gear: None.
Personality: Gin is a small, gentle young man who remains loyal to those he befriends. He goofs off sometimes and be fairly playful but can become serious and focused when he needs to be. He may act pleasant and human most of the time, but he may lose himself to his Oni side and become vicious and difficult to control. Despite not making friends with people not enjoying his company he hides his frustrations well, making excuses that he would have no skill if they didn't make time ignoring him.
Brief history: When he was a young boy he was found hiding in a tree by travellers, malnourished and filthy. The group saw what he was by his distinguishable pointed ears, red tint to parts of his skin and his red hair; however, they couldn't let a child die. It was thought best to take the child to someone to help teach him how to integrate himself into the human world and not with the brutish Onis, the best choice being the neutral Shima clan. With a family assigned to him, Gin found his niche in helping at the blacksmiths; however, the call for battle proved strong in Halfling Gin. He practised for many years in his spare time, learning the ways of the sword before crafting one himself to help balance his strength. Even if those around him didn't trust him because of his heritage he was determined to show he can help protect them from the growing aggressive climate Baji was falling under.
When the sacred relics were stolen away from the Shima clan, Gin knew he had to help take them back. They needed his strength to retrieve them. He had the strength of three warriors, three which would benefit the Shima clan by remaining on their defences. Offering himself as one of the travellers to gather the relics, disregarding his age and background.
Other: Gin doesn't take a family name; people who took him in were his carers, not his family. Raw meat can be a difficult trigger for him to handle, the smell and sight of it making it hard to control his voracious nature from his Oni heritage. He can eat more than the average human. The symbol on his clothes is the blacksmith's marking which is stamped on everything made there, on his blade it can be found on the hilt.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Things were starting to heat up and Baji was becoming more and more excited. Someone may have been waiting on them to arrive, even one was armed. The opportunity to meet their enemy, find out who's behalf they act on and deal a crushing blow to their operation if they truly were an enemy. Baji had hoped that these people were friendly though and able to help them all get further. He wasn't aware of any further aid being delivered after leaving so soon but it was a possibility. The Dog of Shima stretched out his arms and rolled his neck around in circles to loosen up his joints. This would be a group decision but he hoped everyone would see the opportunity ahead of them and move forward instead of going around to avoid conflict. Jiang Baji unsheathed his blade and pointed it forward to their destination.
"We should move forward. If they are waiting on us so patiently then we should happily oblige them. If they are friends then great, if they are enemies then even better. We beat them up, ask for information and move forward on our journey. I suggest we approach peacefully though." He then went over towards Gin and nudged him in the shoulder with his elbow to get his attention. "Hey, do you mind staying near our guide as we move forward? He may need some protection if these guys are looking to hurt us."</s>
<|message|>Kenji Takeda
The group Kenji had been traveling with was certainly not the regular kind. Though then again, they needed to be special since they were on a special mission. Its specialness increased when Metou the old Tengu used some magic involving plopping an eye into her empty eye socket which transformed her into a younger version of herself. She told everyone not to pry which and so no one did despite raising the entire group's curiosity.
Some time later, Jiang began a speech about taking other people's lives. Though he had a lot of good points, Kenji was sure that dealing death was more of a 'spur of the moment' thing than a well thought-out decision. If blood was to be shed, then it shall be shed though the Yang would prefer more peaceful outcomes, even if there was a war going on and much unrest was to be found in their journey.
Soon, Takumi the guide warned of multiple presences ahead of them. They wore unusual clothing and they could be the thieves behind the robbery of the Shima Clan's artifacts. Jiang certainly wanted to meet them and suggested to do so. Kenji thought there was little reason not to. "Agreed but we should still be careful. We do not know who they are and they are expecting us."</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
Yuudai gave a curt nod to Takumi when he told her that they would be there rather soon, which was good because she was already getting hungry by this point. She did take note of the crows that their guide interacted with, clearly being connected with him in some way, though in what way she did not know. Still they apparently made for pretty good scouts given that they could relay news to their master, and it was lucky they that had done so, otherwise they may have been in real danger.
"I agree, they are either our first lead or Ru knew we were coming, either way let us meet them"
She was alright with Baji's little plan, after all it made sense and it was not like she saw the waiting group as any kind of threat, more so given that they were not even trying to hide. However she did not agree on one little thing "You coming Gin? We can be up front if you like." Taking her hands out of her pockets she started to move forward "You are free to stay back if you wish guide. If you want you can ask one of the others for protect as well." She was clearly not making her self a option for this as even now she was moving up, after all she was not one to waste other peoples or her own time.</s>
<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Tetsuya had no real idea how to move along with his search, only that he knew he had to. It stood to reason that someone in Ru had the information he was seeking, but actually coming across that person was going to be difficult. Stolen relics were hardly the things of common trade so anyone that had knowledge of it was probably less than reputable, and therefore most people wouldn't know of them. Its times like this he wouldn't mind having someone a little more... Knowledgeable of how the underground world worked, then perhaps he'd not be chasing ghosts. If he kept at it he was bound to stumble across something, but who knows how long that might take? When being quick about it was fair important he couldn't quite afford to wander about hoping to strike it lucky.
In the not too far distance the young Neko began to pick up an awful lot of voices, and if he wasn't mistaken the clatter of steel against stone as well. Marching troops? It sounded rhythmic so that made sense, but why were there troops moving? Was it Ru's own or was it something else? He had no personal claim in the matter but he was curious, enough so that he began to follow the sounds to try and see what it was. The swathes of people gathered along a main road was show enough of where the spectacle was, and Tetsuya had to pick his way through the crowds in order to get eyes on just what was happening. He'd expected perhaps one of the local nobility was passing through, or if he were so fortunate perhaps Lady Ru herself. What he found on the other sides of the crowd, however, was far from pleasing.
"Naji...?" Tetsuya whispered, frowning as he glanced over at the norimono. What was someone like her doing all the way out here? It was a bit odd that such an important person would show up like this, though he could hardly claim to know what went on between rulers. When the soldiers parted and the kitsune woman began to speak he couldn't help but feel a little war of what was happening. Just by nature he had to be cautious of strangers, it was basically required by his position as a guard to do so. While he may have no personal stake in Ru he did need these people's aid, and anything that might inhibit his search would be a problem. It would hardly work for him to ask them to leave, he wasn't nearly thick enough to even consider such a thing. But maybe their being here wasn't all bad, maybe he could work it to his advantage.
If the future Empress was seeking an audience with Lady Ru, and indeed she was, she was all but guaranteed to get it. Should Tetsuya be able to join the convoy then he'd surely reach the palace, and perhaps even be permitted an audience as well. Unless he had some serious claim himself to enter the palace grounds he didn't think it likely he'd see the Lady himself; Shima's badge may hold some weight, but with brigands and bandits roaming one could never be completely certain someone was who they said they were. Tetsuya decided then if he was to get in touch with Lady Ru then this was his best chance. Seeing no other option he broke rank in the crowd, stepping out to the road to confront the kitsune woman. Naturally the guards and soldiers around the area immediately went to their weapons, to which he only responded by putting his hands up defensively, trying to show he meant no harm.
"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble, I only wish to make a request," Tetsuya explained, trying to sound far more authoritative than his youthful voice might allow. Relieved when the guards looked to ease up a bit he looked at the kitsune woman, smiling faintly before making a polite bow in her direction. "I'm seeking an audience with Lady Ru as well, on behalf of Lord Shima. If it's not too much trouble I'd like to join you and your Lady in visiting her." He didn't want to admit he was utterly lost and needed directions, there was a little bit of pride to be had after all.</s>
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<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Despite his worries that something might happen, Gin was feeling pretty prepared and willing to try and show he could still fight. If he was to be an adventurer then he was going to have to get serious. He was going to be the best Half-Oni there was, even if there was another one in their group. He would stand up to these people up ahead if they dared threatened his group, if he could keep trying to be brave about it. This was hard even for him when he was supposed to have all the confidence in the world given what he was and what he was supposed to do. Holding his head up high as he walked he couldn't help but gasp when Jiang nudged his shoulder, giving it a rub as he gave him an annoyed look before looking away. "What? I thought that would be something you would want to do".
Feeling fairly confused about his decisions his eyes soon wandered away from Jiang before up to Yuudai, curious when she mentioned him by name. He didn't think she'd be comfortable with someone of his stature holding up the front along with her, given the fact she was of such a height difference that it'd probably look like a joke to their possible attackers. "What? You want me up front too?" he questioned her before smiling, showing off his sharp teeth, "I'm not going to stand back and let everything happen without me. I'm capable of protecting others!" Moving quickly to the front Gin held onto his cloak, keeping his strides fairly long so he could keep ahead of the others without falling behind his post.</s>
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<|description|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Clan: Shima
Title: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Half-Oni
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'10"
Appearance:
Occupation: Blacksmith
Notable Skills: His strength is unmatched by any human which only grows with his anger. He's fair good at running fast and climbing trees and rocky surfaces.
Magical Abilities: Can use his spirit energy as an extension of his body to an extent. Using it to pick up stuff isn't something he's learned and using it too much drains him until he eats or sleeps again.
Ki Techniques/powers: Manipulation of his own spirit and turning it into 'blue fire' energy, a trait shared with certain groups he tries to remove himself from. When he loses control of his temper his inner demon shows itself, advancing his features, increasing his strength and durability. Because of his Oni inheritance he has advanced healing, taking mere days over weeks to recover from injury.
Weapons: "Lion's Tooth" as pictured. A folded steel sword he crafted himself.
Other Gear: None.
Personality: Gin is a small, gentle young man who remains loyal to those he befriends. He goofs off sometimes and be fairly playful but can become serious and focused when he needs to be. He may act pleasant and human most of the time, but he may lose himself to his Oni side and become vicious and difficult to control. Despite not making friends with people not enjoying his company he hides his frustrations well, making excuses that he would have no skill if they didn't make time ignoring him.
Brief history: When he was a young boy he was found hiding in a tree by travellers, malnourished and filthy. The group saw what he was by his distinguishable pointed ears, red tint to parts of his skin and his red hair; however, they couldn't let a child die. It was thought best to take the child to someone to help teach him how to integrate himself into the human world and not with the brutish Onis, the best choice being the neutral Shima clan. With a family assigned to him, Gin found his niche in helping at the blacksmiths; however, the call for battle proved strong in Halfling Gin. He practised for many years in his spare time, learning the ways of the sword before crafting one himself to help balance his strength. Even if those around him didn't trust him because of his heritage he was determined to show he can help protect them from the growing aggressive climate Baji was falling under.
When the sacred relics were stolen away from the Shima clan, Gin knew he had to help take them back. They needed his strength to retrieve them. He had the strength of three warriors, three which would benefit the Shima clan by remaining on their defences. Offering himself as one of the travellers to gather the relics, disregarding his age and background.
Other: Gin doesn't take a family name; people who took him in were his carers, not his family. Raw meat can be a difficult trigger for him to handle, the smell and sight of it making it hard to control his voracious nature from his Oni heritage. He can eat more than the average human. The symbol on his clothes is the blacksmith's marking which is stamped on everything made there, on his blade it can be found on the hilt.</s>
<|message|>Takumi Dakun
Takumi didn't know much about Lady Ru personally but as he headed to find some people to question he answered with what he knew. "Like I said she mostly known for being a warrior and not really having interest in proper bajin custom. Can't tell you too much about her personality beyond that, but her beauty is well known. You often hear about people coming to try to marry her, mostly warriors who feel they deserve their own clan and want it through her." More than a few men from his island had attempted to do that, all to return in failure like those before them. Jiang's next question made him chuckle a little, before he went ahead and gave him the bad news. "Most clan leaders are men, so if you want some beautiful men there are a few of them. But even then most of them are old men at that. Very few female leaders are around, and those that do exist are mostly just temporary until a a son or bother returns home or in some cases until a grandson becomes of age." He doubted they would encounter any female clan leaders outside of Ru for a very long time, if at all.
The town square wasn't very lively when Gin and Metou reached it, it was getting late and most people were at home wrapping up training or preparing to bed. Many of the traveling trader were still around though, trying to sell their merchandise to the Naji soldiers as well as people of Ru who were still out and about. While there was no immediate sign of the musician they were looking for, many merchants and traders saw the two were clearly outsiders and began trying to get their attention. Not many traditional Ru food and good were being offered to them, but plenty of foreign objects and snacks were being waved around in Gin's face with various types of makeup and clothing pushed to Metou. They had nothing to do until they set out for the morning, so they just offered stuff to anyway who may not have seen or might possibly have a decent amount of money. None of them had the instrument in question but if any of them were asked about the woman, they would be able to point the duo in the direction of the right inn.</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
Yuudai turned to leave until Kenji's hand was placed on her shoulder to stop her from leaving, her body relaxing slightly at the offer that he wouldn't mind going along with her. Suddenly she turned around to Kenji, one hand trying to grab and hold his hand as the other came up to gently rest on his chin if she was allowed to do so. Her face had a much softer look to it than it had ever since he had seen her back in Shima "Thanks for the offer but it is kind of personal..." Lowering her hand a smile came across her face, bearing her fangs a little as she did so. "Besides it will only take me a little while. Wait for me in the Inn and we will continue to talk since you seem so eager"
With that she started to walk away slow at first but soon her steps became a powerful stride before building into a sprint, heading not for the gate but for the wall that surrounded Ru! "Halt right th- Eh?!" The guard was shocked as the half oni did not answer his order by stopping but instead speeding up! She would have readied her weapon if Yuudai did not leap into the air, over both the guard and the fence in one bond, leaving the poor girl confused and slumped down on the floor from slight shock.
--- Leaving Ru ---
She didn't expect it to be as short a trip as it was, pretty surprised by the fact the fight took place so close to Ru or maybe she had just improved a leg muscles? Either way she finally made it to the place where the 'battle' took place. She had a hard time seeing with the dying light around her but it was then that her eye caught a glint of silver on the ground, many pieces in fact.
"What the..."
Kneeling down to the shards she could hardly believe that they were pieces of her rusted blade as the insides were a spotless sheen of some kind of silver like metal wrapped within the outer layer of rusted steel. Confused by the sight she almost didn't hear the two men and a women coming up from the forest. Two of them flanking as they were unsure what to make of the seemingly defenseless person suddenly out in the middle of the road. At least they were right to think this was no normal person as one of them tried intimidation before a fight.
"Hey, you. This is our scavenging spot, so unless you... Want..."
Yuudai stood up from the ground, towering over the little man that had decided to walk up and act all tough and with a powerful backhand she knocked his hatchet to the side, sending it spinning and stabbing into the ground beside one of the others, that were also shocked. "You are far too young to be doing this. Go back to Ru." She glared down to the 'bandit' before her but as he tried to speak back to her she made sure to get her point across by grabbing his face and tossing him like a rag doll into the girl, his mask coming loose to shock a younger than expected face. Kids trying to act tough and 'play bandit' so to speak. but there were much worse here and they were in danger.
"LEAVE!"
Frightened they started rushing back towards Ru, the girl even carrying the boy just to get away. "Tch, kids. Don't know the dangers out here. Damn I need a real fight or some fun soon." Picking up the pieces and the hatchet she made her way back towards Ru herself, entering the forest for a faster way "Excuse me" Making sure to step over the real bandits she dealt with while she was on the way here...
--- Return to Ru ---
After jumping back over the fence she made her way back to the Inn, wondering if Kenji did wait as she said. After all she did not take long just as she promised. She just ignored the few stares she got, she was use to it.</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
While they were on their way to search for their lead, Metou answered Gin's questions in a plain and to-the-point fashion. "Any instrument you don't recognize is a possibility we can investigate," Metou said, assuming that there wouldn't be so many musician women that they had to be picky on who they talked to. "And if she's not here, then there's nothing we can do, is there? We'll have to find some other way of tracking the thieves."
It was later than Metou realized when she and Gin arrived at the town square, and there was no longer any music to be heard at all. Nobody was left but some people passing through and traders noisily peddling things that Metou couldn't care less for. Gin was being swamped with traders as well, almost to the point of separating them, but at least he was being pelted with snacks. One merchant rushed up to Metou waving a bottle of unidentifiable fluid in her face, and began saying, "Buy my miracle tonic, and look better than you have in decades! This oil will make you look twenty years younger, I guarantee it!"
"Thanks for the offer, but I already have something like that," Metou responded. With the woman they were looking for seemingly absent, Metou felt a need to ask someone who was here the whole day where she might have went. However, these merchants seemed pretty preoccupied with making a bit more money before setting out, and Metou got a vibe that they wouldn't be inclined to help someone who turned them down. She spied a cheap-looking trinket the man also had in his hands, a small wooden emblem on a string to use as a necklace. Metou pulled a single coin out from under her cloak and said, "However, I'll buy that wooden necklace you have there, and maybe you can help me find what I'm really looking for."
After getting the information she needed, Metou pulled Gin out of the crowd and started taking them both in the direction the man had pointed her in. "One of the merchants told me where we can find our woman," Metou said, letting go of Gin when they were out of the town square, not that Metou had anything close to the strength she would need to pull Gin against his will. Once they were free from the pack of merchants there was no longer cause to hurry, so Metou slowed to a more comfortable pace and told Gin what inn they were headed to.
"Our target might be relaxing at the inn if she was playing in the middle of town, and might not have her instrument out. Look for anyone carrying an unusually shaped case that could be containing an instrument as well, maybe something this big or this big," Metou said to Gin on their way to the inn, and with her hands she made an imaginary shape to demonstrate the rough size and shape of a case that could carry a lute or guitar, and then a case that could carry a smaller instrument like a flute. After thinking for a few seconds she added, "If you don't see anyone with an unusual musical instrument or case, look for someone with an unfamiliar style of clothing." It wasn't long before they were at their destination and headed inside, and Metou scanned the inside of the inn, paying particular attention to the patrons near the walls, looking for someone playing a foreign instrument, sitting near their instrument in a box, or someone who looked like they may be a traveling player.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Baji was even more determined to hit things off with Ru if she was going to be their only guaranteed attractive woman that they would meet on their travels. Him not being use to Bajin customs made this meeting even easier since he wouldn't have to remember things to say or do that are seen and common formalities amongst individuals. Hopefully this neko truly was a member of Shima and left Lady Ru with a wonderful impression. "Well, let's hurry up and find this neko so I can see what he knows."</s>
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<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin was really not sure he could handle this, he hadn't been in a crowd like this before and his guardian was always the one to go and get all they needed from the market. He got bullied too often to go by himself most of the time and while this place may be more accepting than his home town he still felt overwhelmed by it. Trying to keep up with Metou while watching where everything was he was happy enough when the town square wasn't showing itself to be too busy, he could handle this, but he still couldn't see who they were supposed to find. Something about a strange instrument and he would probably be quick to try and catch them for questioning.
Only giving Metou a quick glance he was soon caught off-guard when the merchants had caught sight of them and was immediately on their way to try and appeal to their tastes to get their goods sold. Pulling back with a gasp as they made their advancement on him he found it hard to focus on just what one was saying nevermind all of them at once, his eyes going to the strange objects before the snacks caught his eye. He was getting rather hungry, but he didn't know how much more money he would be making along their journey if he was to spend it all on snacks here. Feeling inclined to turn them down he was just about to turn away when one of the merchants showed him a trio of dango in a series of bright colours.
Gin's eyes lit up, the sweet dumplings being his favourite snack and here they were in a series of colours that appealed to his nature. "Ah! Ah! Look at them…!" he spoke up suddenly, his hands going to his face in excitement for a brief moment; however, just as he lowered them as if to get some money out his hand was suddenly grabbed by Metou and he was pulled away, never to get the dango he saw so appealing.
Stumbling along with Metou he felt rather sad for a moment at his lost opportunity, looking to Metou sadly before he let out a sigh when she let him go. "Oh, good…great. The woman…" While he did feel a little down he might get some another time, if he lived that long. Looking back at the town square he started to pace himself better, pulling his cloak around a little more as Metou gave him the lowdown on what might need to look for he felt a little disappointed. "A woman with a big case…? That's it then?" he frowned, staring at Metou as she gave further hints. It sounded like an awfully complicated method to try and find someone and if they accidentally bothered the wrong woman then they would be in trouble. Upon finally arriving at the inn he entered cautiously, his eyes instead going to the people who lined the inn, already feeling incredibly nervous when a few took interest in their entering. "Uhh…most definitely a woman, right…"</s>
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<|description|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Clan: Shima
Title: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Half-Oni
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'10"
Appearance:
Occupation: Blacksmith
Notable Skills: His strength is unmatched by any human which only grows with his anger. He's fair good at running fast and climbing trees and rocky surfaces.
Magical Abilities: Can use his spirit energy as an extension of his body to an extent. Using it to pick up stuff isn't something he's learned and using it too much drains him until he eats or sleeps again.
Ki Techniques/powers: Manipulation of his own spirit and turning it into 'blue fire' energy, a trait shared with certain groups he tries to remove himself from. When he loses control of his temper his inner demon shows itself, advancing his features, increasing his strength and durability. Because of his Oni inheritance he has advanced healing, taking mere days over weeks to recover from injury.
Weapons: "Lion's Tooth" as pictured. A folded steel sword he crafted himself.
Other Gear: None.
Personality: Gin is a small, gentle young man who remains loyal to those he befriends. He goofs off sometimes and be fairly playful but can become serious and focused when he needs to be. He may act pleasant and human most of the time, but he may lose himself to his Oni side and become vicious and difficult to control. Despite not making friends with people not enjoying his company he hides his frustrations well, making excuses that he would have no skill if they didn't make time ignoring him.
Brief history: When he was a young boy he was found hiding in a tree by travellers, malnourished and filthy. The group saw what he was by his distinguishable pointed ears, red tint to parts of his skin and his red hair; however, they couldn't let a child die. It was thought best to take the child to someone to help teach him how to integrate himself into the human world and not with the brutish Onis, the best choice being the neutral Shima clan. With a family assigned to him, Gin found his niche in helping at the blacksmiths; however, the call for battle proved strong in Halfling Gin. He practised for many years in his spare time, learning the ways of the sword before crafting one himself to help balance his strength. Even if those around him didn't trust him because of his heritage he was determined to show he can help protect them from the growing aggressive climate Baji was falling under.
When the sacred relics were stolen away from the Shima clan, Gin knew he had to help take them back. They needed his strength to retrieve them. He had the strength of three warriors, three which would benefit the Shima clan by remaining on their defences. Offering himself as one of the travellers to gather the relics, disregarding his age and background.
Other: Gin doesn't take a family name; people who took him in were his carers, not his family. Raw meat can be a difficult trigger for him to handle, the smell and sight of it making it hard to control his voracious nature from his Oni heritage. He can eat more than the average human. The symbol on his clothes is the blacksmith's marking which is stamped on everything made there, on his blade it can be found on the hilt.</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin didn't know how to negotiate something like this, knowing it was right out of his field of expertise. He had no idea how to deal with other people regarding these situations, seeing them as pretty impossible to get right. Blacksmiths weren't exactly sociable with people they didn't know and even if he was adopted he still shared that trait with his guardian. He never knew who his parents were but it was obvious he didn't belong with them, even if they never outright told him. It was just obvious that someone like him didn't belong with a pair of humans who had obviously been together for as long as he could remember.
Looking to Metou when she asked him a question he gave a quick look around the inn, curious to where they all might be himself. He didn't know where they went off to but they were probably somewhere, seeing how they wouldn't leave either of them behind. Just checking to see if they possibly ended up in the inn he gasped when he heard someone else in their conversation, turning to the strange man who was rather rude to Metou. Showing his teeth at the man he soon let out a huff, folding his arms as he looked back to Metou. That was rather rude and a bit silly too, seeing how they were visitors and threatening them like that didn't give this place a very good name.
"Uhh…charismatic? I don't think I'm that word", he spoke as he looked around himself again, "I guess so, though…uhh, what do you want me to do? I don't do good without guidance…" He didn't join this quest to end up trying to make decisions that could probably end with him being left behind, that was the last thing he wanted. He knew he might end up getting separated if he so much as looked away from the others for two minutes. "Maybe we should just ask a guard…besides, they would probably notice another half-Oni walking around, right?"</s>
<|message|>Kenji Takeda
From what Kenji could comprehend, the conversation about who was to meet the leader of Ru turned into a rather sour argument between Jiang and Yuudai, the former not liking to be accompanied and the latter having a problem with that. The Neko tried to calm the situation down but Kenji could only stare and keep quiet, not knowing how to exactly defuse the heated argument. In the end, Yuudai stormed out of the room and left the three men in the Neko's room.
Jiang continued the discussion and told an edited truth to Tetsuya regarding the dark future all of Baji were to face. While Kenji could see the reasons for secrecy, there was a flaw that might bite them in the future. "Secrets kept may ensure safety, but it kills trust. And trust is something we will need in the future, yes?" He voiced out to no one in particular... or maybe everyone in the room.
"But enough about these secrets, Mister Tetsuya has already talked to Lady Ru about Shima. If so..." Kenji turned to Jiang. "I'm sure Lady Ru takes her job seriously and will do more than keep an 'eye out' despite her words." Kenji said. "However, if you insist on meeting her then I recommend you take Mister Tetsuya since he has already met Lady Ru and so will likely smooth out the meeting." He continued.
"But... that is just what I think. Feel free to ignore it entirely." From where things were going, Kenji had a feeling things were not going to be peachy. Perhaps this was the reason his Lord Oja was not very proactive?</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Metou was a bit unsatisfied with Gin's response, as he didn't really confirm or deny Metou's plan as a good one, and the old lady didn't think Gin's suggestion was very practical either. Metou felt guilty about dragging Gin around everywhere, but if he wanted guidance, Metou had no choice but to provide some. "If we rely on the observations of anyone we pass by, we'll be asking random people all night," Metou said, "We know where two of our fellows went, so I think we should start searching there, even if I'm sure they've left by now. Just give me a moment to look outside."
After exiting the inn, Metou looked at the sky to see how much time they had left in the evening. It was already late enough in the day that merchants were calling it quits when they got to the town square, and that was before they walked down a few streets to get to an inn and look for the musician. Not only was it too cold for Metou's comfort, and would only get colder, Metou didn't really want to be out on the streets at night when it was just her and Gin. Metou stepped back into the inn and walked back to Gin and said, "On second thought, I think we should just stay here for the night, and look for them in the morning." Metou was about to ask Gin for his opinion on the matter, but figured he'd just give a neutral answer again. "I'm going to go ask if they have any free rooms," Metou declared, and she walked up to the front counter to do so. Even after buying that cheap bauble to win the merchant's favor, she figured she had enough money for a room and some food at least.</s>
<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Maybe doing this alone was a better approach, at least then he didn't have to hear people argue over things. There was probably strength in numbers or something like it, yet where he'd managed to go and speak to Lady Ru alone he didn't see any need to go and visit her yet again. Maybe he was thinking too much into things, but he worried if they pestered too much they might lose what little support they had. If they lost support then they failed Lord Shima, and that was the one thing Tetsuya absolutely refused to accept. Watching as Yuudai and Jiang went back and forth for a bit he couldn't help but groan, wondering if it was at all possible for them to cooperate. How were they ever going to chase down the criminals responsible when they couldn't stop fighting amongst themselves?
Tetsuya might have been a bit naive in hoping that these two could work things out, and so he was disappointed to see Yuudai leaving the room. Just because he didn't want to be coddled by the Oni didn't mean he disliked her, and he rather hoped she would stay and at least go over the plan with them. The comment she made about his groan made him feel a little guilty, even if it hadn't been made solely in her directions. Ears folding down he frowned, lowering his gaze as Yuudai left them alone, taking a bit of air out of the room with her. A fine start to this group of theirs, he couldn't even imagine what the others must be like. Looking over at Jiang as he spoke, the young Neko let out a sigh, kind of wishing they could just drop the matter now. "If you won't condemn me or judge me then don't press for information. If I felt it was necessary to tell you then I would," Tetsuya replied, frowning as he looked up at Jiang. If this one thought he was going to be the leader in all of this just because he liked to talk then he was wrong.
It seemed there was more of a story to share, and Jiang was only to happy to be the one to do so. He had no idea that they had been attacked on their way in, or that anything quite that foreboding had happened. Sure, Shima losing her relics was foreboding enough, but hearing other villages might be at risk too only made the situation even worse. Though Jiang surely meant no harm by his words the Neko still felt offended, like he was being slighted in a way. It was a childish thing to think, but in his mind it was almost like this man was trying to look better in front of their Lord. "Don't talk to me like I'm just some child, I know what we'll have to do. And we can't well leave the villages alone, not when we're asking them for help. If something happens we'll help them in turn, we have to." It's what Lord Shima would want them to do, he had no doubts about that.
As if it weren't troublesome enough that Jiang was preaching to him, now Kenji saw reason to do so as well. It felt like he was being undermined here, and where he had been working alone up until now that wasn't a very fun feeling. Expecting more of the same out of Kenji, Tetsuya was pleasantly surprised when it seemed the argument was being made for him, not against him. It was a tad odd being called 'mister' seeing as he was probably the youngest one here, but then he wouldn't make a fuss about being shown some respect. Smiling gratefully he nodded his head to Kenji, turning his attention back over to Jiang. "Look... We kind of got off on the wrong foot there. I am happy to work with you, but I don't appreciate having someone trying to push me aside for this. If you really want to help then you can, but we're doing it together. No one is going solo here." At least, not anymore, that had ended when these three had shown up.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Baji was going to respond to Kenji and tell him that he trusts Tetsuya's reasons for lying to them just as much as he trusts his own for doing the same to him, but it seems like the person in question completely mistook his words. Jiang simply sighed deeply as another person became hostile and misunderstood him. Tetsuya didn't know the severity of the entire situation that they were in so he kept himself calm by repeating that in his head. He didn't recall treating Tetsuya any less than the next person.
"I have nothing against you, I can even see why you're so defensive, but you have misunderstood my words. I have nothing but respect for you and those that I fight beside. How about we go to sleep on this and you meet me by the town gate at the crack of dawn, because there is something that I want to show you. There is something that I want you to understand and something that I need to understand." He thought about it some more and figured now was also a good time if the neko was more up for it.</s>
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<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin hoped they weren't going anywhere without them, even if there was no real reason for the others to leave them behind. He did wonder if the others went on ahead and they were left to head back to Shima just how much trouble there would be whether for them or the ones who left them behind. They were supposed to be working as a team, after all, but who knew if they actually wanted them along. Gin hadn't made any companions so he did worry he might get forgotten about, even if he slept in for too long. Maybe it was just anxieties building from the possibility of being alone and left behind because of how young and 'inexperienced' he was.
Watching Metou head on out he let out a disappointed sigh, feeling terrible that he was essentially making it difficult for others. He just wanted to feel useful. Sighing as he rubbed his neck, waiting for Metou to return as he stared at the people, watching them all interact with each other and how strange some of them got in the process. This was probably why he never went to this kind of place before, too many strangers for his liking. When Metou returned he gave her a hopeful smile, but when she spoke of her decision he frowned, looking down with a sigh. "Stay here? But what if…uhh…" He couldn't say much, at least not when Metou suddenly declared her decision to be a good one. "Wait, but it's only a little bit of darkness! I'm strong, I can protect us in the dark", he spoke quickly, following on after Metou, "Have a little faith in me, please? Yuudai has a particular smell, maybe I can pick it up…"</s>
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<|description|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Clan: Shima
Title: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Half-Oni
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'10"
Appearance:
Occupation: Blacksmith
Notable Skills: His strength is unmatched by any human which only grows with his anger. He's fair good at running fast and climbing trees and rocky surfaces.
Magical Abilities: Can use his spirit energy as an extension of his body to an extent. Using it to pick up stuff isn't something he's learned and using it too much drains him until he eats or sleeps again.
Ki Techniques/powers: Manipulation of his own spirit and turning it into 'blue fire' energy, a trait shared with certain groups he tries to remove himself from. When he loses control of his temper his inner demon shows itself, advancing his features, increasing his strength and durability. Because of his Oni inheritance he has advanced healing, taking mere days over weeks to recover from injury.
Weapons: "Lion's Tooth" as pictured. A folded steel sword he crafted himself.
Other Gear: None.
Personality: Gin is a small, gentle young man who remains loyal to those he befriends. He goofs off sometimes and be fairly playful but can become serious and focused when he needs to be. He may act pleasant and human most of the time, but he may lose himself to his Oni side and become vicious and difficult to control. Despite not making friends with people not enjoying his company he hides his frustrations well, making excuses that he would have no skill if they didn't make time ignoring him.
Brief history: When he was a young boy he was found hiding in a tree by travellers, malnourished and filthy. The group saw what he was by his distinguishable pointed ears, red tint to parts of his skin and his red hair; however, they couldn't let a child die. It was thought best to take the child to someone to help teach him how to integrate himself into the human world and not with the brutish Onis, the best choice being the neutral Shima clan. With a family assigned to him, Gin found his niche in helping at the blacksmiths; however, the call for battle proved strong in Halfling Gin. He practised for many years in his spare time, learning the ways of the sword before crafting one himself to help balance his strength. Even if those around him didn't trust him because of his heritage he was determined to show he can help protect them from the growing aggressive climate Baji was falling under.
When the sacred relics were stolen away from the Shima clan, Gin knew he had to help take them back. They needed his strength to retrieve them. He had the strength of three warriors, three which would benefit the Shima clan by remaining on their defences. Offering himself as one of the travellers to gather the relics, disregarding his age and background.
Other: Gin doesn't take a family name; people who took him in were his carers, not his family. Raw meat can be a difficult trigger for him to handle, the smell and sight of it making it hard to control his voracious nature from his Oni heritage. He can eat more than the average human. The symbol on his clothes is the blacksmith's marking which is stamped on everything made there, on his blade it can be found on the hilt.</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Metou was a bit unsatisfied with Gin's response, as he didn't really confirm or deny Metou's plan as a good one, and the old lady didn't think Gin's suggestion was very practical either. Metou felt guilty about dragging Gin around everywhere, but if he wanted guidance, Metou had no choice but to provide some. "If we rely on the observations of anyone we pass by, we'll be asking random people all night," Metou said, "We know where two of our fellows went, so I think we should start searching there, even if I'm sure they've left by now. Just give me a moment to look outside."
After exiting the inn, Metou looked at the sky to see how much time they had left in the evening. It was already late enough in the day that merchants were calling it quits when they got to the town square, and that was before they walked down a few streets to get to an inn and look for the musician. Not only was it too cold for Metou's comfort, and would only get colder, Metou didn't really want to be out on the streets at night when it was just her and Gin. Metou stepped back into the inn and walked back to Gin and said, "On second thought, I think we should just stay here for the night, and look for them in the morning." Metou was about to ask Gin for his opinion on the matter, but figured he'd just give a neutral answer again. "I'm going to go ask if they have any free rooms," Metou declared, and she walked up to the front counter to do so. Even after buying that cheap bauble to win the merchant's favor, she figured she had enough money for a room and some food at least.</s>
<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Maybe doing this alone was a better approach, at least then he didn't have to hear people argue over things. There was probably strength in numbers or something like it, yet where he'd managed to go and speak to Lady Ru alone he didn't see any need to go and visit her yet again. Maybe he was thinking too much into things, but he worried if they pestered too much they might lose what little support they had. If they lost support then they failed Lord Shima, and that was the one thing Tetsuya absolutely refused to accept. Watching as Yuudai and Jiang went back and forth for a bit he couldn't help but groan, wondering if it was at all possible for them to cooperate. How were they ever going to chase down the criminals responsible when they couldn't stop fighting amongst themselves?
Tetsuya might have been a bit naive in hoping that these two could work things out, and so he was disappointed to see Yuudai leaving the room. Just because he didn't want to be coddled by the Oni didn't mean he disliked her, and he rather hoped she would stay and at least go over the plan with them. The comment she made about his groan made him feel a little guilty, even if it hadn't been made solely in her directions. Ears folding down he frowned, lowering his gaze as Yuudai left them alone, taking a bit of air out of the room with her. A fine start to this group of theirs, he couldn't even imagine what the others must be like. Looking over at Jiang as he spoke, the young Neko let out a sigh, kind of wishing they could just drop the matter now. "If you won't condemn me or judge me then don't press for information. If I felt it was necessary to tell you then I would," Tetsuya replied, frowning as he looked up at Jiang. If this one thought he was going to be the leader in all of this just because he liked to talk then he was wrong.
It seemed there was more of a story to share, and Jiang was only to happy to be the one to do so. He had no idea that they had been attacked on their way in, or that anything quite that foreboding had happened. Sure, Shima losing her relics was foreboding enough, but hearing other villages might be at risk too only made the situation even worse. Though Jiang surely meant no harm by his words the Neko still felt offended, like he was being slighted in a way. It was a childish thing to think, but in his mind it was almost like this man was trying to look better in front of their Lord. "Don't talk to me like I'm just some child, I know what we'll have to do. And we can't well leave the villages alone, not when we're asking them for help. If something happens we'll help them in turn, we have to." It's what Lord Shima would want them to do, he had no doubts about that.
As if it weren't troublesome enough that Jiang was preaching to him, now Kenji saw reason to do so as well. It felt like he was being undermined here, and where he had been working alone up until now that wasn't a very fun feeling. Expecting more of the same out of Kenji, Tetsuya was pleasantly surprised when it seemed the argument was being made for him, not against him. It was a tad odd being called 'mister' seeing as he was probably the youngest one here, but then he wouldn't make a fuss about being shown some respect. Smiling gratefully he nodded his head to Kenji, turning his attention back over to Jiang. "Look... We kind of got off on the wrong foot there. I am happy to work with you, but I don't appreciate having someone trying to push me aside for this. If you really want to help then you can, but we're doing it together. No one is going solo here." At least, not anymore, that had ended when these three had shown up.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Baji was going to respond to Kenji and tell him that he trusts Tetsuya's reasons for lying to them just as much as he trusts his own for doing the same to him, but it seems like the person in question completely mistook his words. Jiang simply sighed deeply as another person became hostile and misunderstood him. Tetsuya didn't know the severity of the entire situation that they were in so he kept himself calm by repeating that in his head. He didn't recall treating Tetsuya any less than the next person.
"I have nothing against you, I can even see why you're so defensive, but you have misunderstood my words. I have nothing but respect for you and those that I fight beside. How about we go to sleep on this and you meet me by the town gate at the crack of dawn, because there is something that I want to show you. There is something that I want you to understand and something that I need to understand." He thought about it some more and figured now was also a good time if the neko was more up for it.</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin hoped they weren't going anywhere without them, even if there was no real reason for the others to leave them behind. He did wonder if the others went on ahead and they were left to head back to Shima just how much trouble there would be whether for them or the ones who left them behind. They were supposed to be working as a team, after all, but who knew if they actually wanted them along. Gin hadn't made any companions so he did worry he might get forgotten about, even if he slept in for too long. Maybe it was just anxieties building from the possibility of being alone and left behind because of how young and 'inexperienced' he was.
Watching Metou head on out he let out a disappointed sigh, feeling terrible that he was essentially making it difficult for others. He just wanted to feel useful. Sighing as he rubbed his neck, waiting for Metou to return as he stared at the people, watching them all interact with each other and how strange some of them got in the process. This was probably why he never went to this kind of place before, too many strangers for his liking. When Metou returned he gave her a hopeful smile, but when she spoke of her decision he frowned, looking down with a sigh. "Stay here? But what if…uhh…" He couldn't say much, at least not when Metou suddenly declared her decision to be a good one. "Wait, but it's only a little bit of darkness! I'm strong, I can protect us in the dark", he spoke quickly, following on after Metou, "Have a little faith in me, please? Yuudai has a particular smell, maybe I can pick it up…"</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Gin brought up an objection to Metou's new decision, and Metou immediately paused and turned to hear him out. Getting stuck out on the streets late at night was still a very unappealing possibility to Metou, even if this town didn't seem too bad. However, Metou respected Gin's abilities and decisions, or at least felt obligated to respect them despite not knowing him very well yet. More importantly she would hate for Gin to think he wasn't taken seriously, and bring down his confidence even lower than it already seemed. "I suppose I might be giving up too early, and we'd want to give Kiko a prompt response," Metou said, though with the slightly frustrated tone of someone who just had an early night's sleep ripped away from them for the sake of the greater good.
"Two of our companions went to see Lady Ru, so I know of a place they've been, at least," Metou said, "But Yuudai ran off to get food, so I have a fairly good idea of where she went too. If you're confident in your nose, we could try and track her down first."</s>
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<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin was sure he could use his senses to help find the others, or at least one of them if they got unlucky. He didn't want everybody to split up like this and with the group all in different places it seemed as if they were going to have trouble communicating with each other to where they were going and when they were going to head out. They had to pick up this musician too on the way out which could be a problem if they were all properly split up. The musician could wander off or get impatient with them and decide to strike off the deal which would be a disaster.
Staring at Metou with hopeful eyes he smiled slightly when she admitted the danger wasn't too much of a big deal quite yet. He would do what he could to protect her and was fairly confident he would do a good job too. He had practiced for a long time and did manage to slice up that strange stony man's legs so he couldn't be that bad at fighting. Sighing happily when Metou gave him some direction to look for he nodded quickly, looking to the door. "I won't let you down! If we follow a trail from where we last saw her, it should be easy! Right?" he spoke quickly, looking back to her, "Then if we can track down the other group, we can stay at the inn together, right? Or maybe even sleep under the stars…like adventurers!"
Heading quickly to the door, Gin couldn't help but feel excited and anxious about doing this, hoping he might achieve this difficult task. He was fairly good at smelling out others, even for a half-Oni. He figured it was his hunger that made his sense of smell better, but using that to track down people shouldn't be a problem. He wondered if he should be looking for the group that went to Ru first just to see what the place they had the Lady in was like, but that might be a little suspicious at this time of day. Heading out the door he looked around, his first thought being to head back to the marketplace where all the people were before once Metou was ready to go.</s>
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<|description|>Metou Toribaba
Clan: Shima
Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder
Gender: Female
Age: 78
Race: Tengu
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb)
Appearance: Current and younger appearance:
(Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.)
(And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.)
Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer
Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde.
Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening.
When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long.
Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye.
If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items.
Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs.
Ki Techniques/powers: None
Weapons:
Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6.
Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters.
Other Gear:
Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs.
Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self.
Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace.
Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs.
Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers.
Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news.
Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished.
After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s>
<|message|>Tarou Sasaki
The words of the Shima Clan's Daimyo rang through Tarou's ears, his ears perked up, and tail swishing left and right in an excited way. Many times in the past had the Sasaki Clan brought honor to their family, but none would be greater than this. For years, Tarou had never understood the reasoning to the Sasaki Clan's love for the Shima, but he understood it today. It was a tight friendship and if it was not for them, they would still be a brutish and bloodthirsty clan, as well as an enemy of the Shima Clan. He felt gratitude for being allowed on this quest by the Shima Daimyo and was ready to take on this journey, no matter how dangerous it was.
After the ceremony, he approached the Daimyo and bowed to him. "As The Rising Sun of the Sasaki Clan, I hope that my service will increase friendship between our peoples. May your rule, family, and clan continue to live in prosperity, My Lord." He bowed once more, as much as he could, as a sign of great respect and trust. He was, after all, a most beloved friend of the Sasaki Clan. "I shall do everything in my power to aid you in your time of need." He then turned to meet his partners, the ones that he was eager to greet.
At first, Tarou was unsure of how to approach them, since they all came from different backgrounds. Of course, one man would break the ice. He would bring encouragement to Tarou. Of course, Yuudai would bully him in a friendly manner. Tarou laughed, giving Yuudai a pat on the back, "Be any more rougher with him and you'll kill the poor man. He only chuckled more until he was approached by the very same man, grabbing onto Tarou's shoulders, and asking him for one thing: "I ask for the speed and cunning of the Sasaki Clan's heir and in return I give you and your clan The Dog's loyalty." Jiang Baji said to him, which made Tarou smile. "You are a strange individual, but I will give you these things my friend, that is a promise. Tarou thought for a second, wondering more about the lost artifacts as he began to think to himself. Who could have taken them and for what purpose? He felt a need to confront the Daimyo straight away, as his scholarly side took over him. "Lord Shima, I have a question, if you do not mind. I was wondering if you had any evidence on these people that took them. Surely they must have left some clues behind? He took out a small parchment of paper and a quill, ready to write down anything that Lord Shima had for him.</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
This was exciting. Everything was exciting. The Shima Daimyo could only make things even more exciting as a speech was given about his deepest gratitude and as everything could only be hyped up even more, knowing they were going to be the clan's biggest hope to get the relics returned just made everything feel amazing. If there was a way to describe Gin right now it would be anxious, finding the excitement to be oddly overwhelming as time went on. If there wasn't food during the ceremony there probably would've been little to stop him from feeling nerve-stricken over what he had to do despite his deepest desire to find what was stolen from them. To hear the Shima Daimyo to give them such high praises and hearing not a peep about what he and some of his team were made everything so much better, finally given peace from terrible looks and words the first time in his life.
To be the shortest half-Oni of the group was going to be tough on Gin. He had a lot of competition even if there was nothing to win other than the respect of his peers. He must hold a lot of trust if he was given this chance regarding his appearance, but he shouldn't have to care about that right now. Feeling proud with shaky knees he eased up after Lord Shima granted them time to get ready. Giving a quick bow before his attention turned to the rest of the group. This was going to be quite the tough journey even with his strength and durability, his trust that these people would allow him to protect them resting on the hope that they didn't underestimate him.
Adjusting his cloak gently he brushed his shoulders down, letting out a sigh before turning towards the one named Jiang Baji. He was quick to familiarise himself with the group, giving them his praise and confidence he could protect them in return. Smiling hopefully up at him, he searched his words for their true meaning, his smile slowly fading before he let out a grunt as his hair was ruffled. What a great first impression that was: it sounded like the guy didn't know what he offered on the table at all. He'll show him height didn't matter, show him he was more than just determined to do what everyone else was hoping to do too.
Snorting as he adjusted his messy hair into something a little less messy, Gin was back on his way to victory. He didn't have anything to ask the Daimyo, he knew what he had to do and was well prepared for it; however, the only thing he didn't know was whether this group really was compatible with each other. He would soon see for himself. He will show everyone what he is made of, in the end. Everyone will be singing his praises once he returns and everyone will see half-Oni were not dumb brutes inferior to both Oni and Human, especially when there was so many of his kind in the group.</s>
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<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Though it contributed to her reputation as an outsider separated from the clan's customs, someone not truly to be trusted as an elder in the village, Metou normally stayed on the outskirts of festivities. It may have been her upbringing and subsequent banishment from a village that frowned upon anything excitable, but Metou was always uncomfortable in an energetic crowd. Unfortunately, shying away wasn't an option at this particular festival. As a volunteer to recover Shima's stolen relic, Metou was now one of the guests of honor. Metou wore her nicest eyepatch just for the occasion, adorned with crow feathers.
When it came time to address the lord, Metou made her way towards the others, each step of hers requiring the aid of her walking stick and loudly slapping together the bottles she hung on her body. She ignored how the others returned Lord Shima's words, as she had to focus on what to say herself. Metou only found herself snappy in a conversation when she needed to lie, giving respect wasn't one of her strong suits. 'Whatever you say, don't tell him you'll 'keep an eye' on everyone else,' Metou told herself sternly. Instead she answered, "I'm honored that you accept my aid, Lord Shima. It is always my pleasure to serve our clan in times of crisis." She vowed to at least make sure that the Lord's seal was not abused in their representative duties.
One of her allies in this endeavor began addressing each of the members of the group individually. Now that was a ritual Metou definitely did not plan on involving herself in, but she appreciated his words of praise, especially when she say how Yuudai responded. When Jiang asked for her wisdom, Metou could only chuckle. She never thought about herself as wise, no matter how many people thought of her as an elder or a teacher. Only when Jiang moved to talk to the half-oni next to her did something Jiang said sink in. 'What does he mean I'll see the end of this journey?' Metou thought with a twisted and puzzled look on her face. 'Does this cur think I can't handle myself? Or that my life is too short for a long trip like this?'
Metou glanced an eye up at Gin, who also seemed to receive a bit of a backhanded compliment. The half-oni stood about a head over the old woman. "Don't worry, you still tower over at least one person here," Metou said, hoping to lift his spirits. Of course, Metou was about half a foot taller when she was younger, and she was embarking on this journey to find an opportunity to exercise her magic. Metou hoped her words weren't just setting Gin up for a fall later on.</s>
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<|description|>Metou Toribaba
Clan: Shima
Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder
Gender: Female
Age: 78
Race: Tengu
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb)
Appearance: Current and younger appearance:
(Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.)
(And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.)
Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer
Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde.
Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening.
When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long.
Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye.
If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items.
Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs.
Ki Techniques/powers: None
Weapons:
Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6.
Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters.
Other Gear:
Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs.
Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self.
Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace.
Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs.
Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers.
Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news.
Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished.
After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s>
<|message|>Takumi Dakun
Takumi smiled as he looked up at the Half-Oni, making sure to give a bow to her directly since she introduced herself. He made a mental note of where she wanted to go, and began to go over possible paths to each in his head, as Baji began to give a long explanation for what he thought of each location. This guy was talking way to much as far as Takumi was concerned, thinking way too hard about the possibilities of what they know or don't know. He was more used to people just quickly deciding where to go or already knowing beforehand. He was about to simply go introduce himself to someone else, when Baji had a question for him mixed into an introduction. It was a fair enough question, though he wasn't too keen on tacking paths specifically used by criminals.
"W-" he was about to talk when suddenly a smaller odd looking boy spoke up, causing him to look down and tilt his head some. The boy looked a bit young, but it wouldn't be the first time he had to escort a child to where he would later die so he didn't comment on it and just mentally sighed. "Hello Gin. Yes I planned to speak to the others as well but your friends happened to speak up to first, especially Jiang. As for the routes it's up to all of you really, whatever you decide is what I'll do. I'm here to take you where you need to go after all. If you have an idea of your own, just speak up and make your voice heard." He smiled before turning back to Jiang.
"Yes I do know of places such as those, paths used by various individuals and groups who I'd rather not run into. If we are searching those areas for whoever you are after, you may want to make sure with the others first. Many people wouldn't take kindly to you snooping around if they happen to be trying to escape from somewhere at that same moment. They often have scouts and stuff watching out to make sure the wrong people don't end up finding out about such places. Hell I'd be at risk at just taking you if I didn't check out the area ahead of time." He figured it was more likely to run into bandit gangs going down those paths, likely counting loot in a hideout nearby or watching out for bounty hunters and the like.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Jiang Baji was more offended by the half-hearted introduction than he was by the passive aggression from Gin. Jiang's eyes were wide open and staring down at his friend when he heard him say whatever after introducing himself and immediately jumped in to correct him after Takumi was done speaking once more. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Gin, you can't do that, man! You gotta sell yourself! You have speak valiantly and with pride in your title!" Jiang moved behind his buddy, lifting him up and putting him on his shoulders like his kid brother. "Now we say "I'm Gin The Halfling, greatest blacksmith in all of Shima and soon to be all of Baji!" We'll working on your posing moves later." The azure warrior placed his friend down and got more serious as he put all of his focus on to Takumi's response. It was a possible route but it was very dangerous compared to the other two and they would have no help from Shima villages, nor we they have the righteous advantage of the law aiding them in a non-Shima territory. The group would more than likely be outnumbered if they were to go down that route and he wasn't sure if they would be capable of fighting together in order to preserve one another's life. "Well, I would hate to ask you to do something that you would rather not do. I'm not sure if we would be able to make it through if we get into a fight, but I like our odds so long as those two are by our side." He said, nodding his head towards Yuudai and Gin. Jiang then turns to his allies and asks for their input. "This is a group decision, going that third route seems to be potentially risking our lives. If anyone is against it, then I say we don't go at all. How do you all feel?" He asked while looking at his friends and awaiting their valued opinions.</s>
<|message|>Kenji Takeda
A quick-written farewell letter. That was all Lord Oja had to bid farewell to his vassal Kenji. The Yang was not at all displeased about this. His Lord was never a man of words, always keeping it forward and blunt in both oral and written. "Tell Lord Oja farewell as well." Kenji ordered the Oja messenger. "And to pray for our success." The messenger bowed and went on his way just as Kenji did along with his compatriots. The village also bid them farewell, some believing they were a lost cause while some believing they will return in one piece. Kenji really preferred the latter.
In time, the guide had appeared and introduced himself as Takumi of the Kunteki Clan. He was from Naji but assured the group that will not get in the way of his job. Yuudai was the first to speak up then Jiang then the halfling Gin. Their conversation was mainly about where to search first and the three routes include the Shima village Uta, the village of Ru or the bandits' route. The third one was no doubt dangerous and so Jiang and Takumi turned to the others for the group's decision.
"If I may," Kenji spoke up. "We already know the village of Uta may be helpful since likely everyone there would cooperate with our search. However, the thieves may know this and so might not go there at all... or they could and use magic to properly conceal themselves. The village of Ru, on the other hand, is their logical choice to flee since it is outside Shima influence. The villagers there, however, may require more to cooperate or they may be in agreement with the thieves' not to reveal their location."
"The third route, while dangerous, may provide the most information since it is bandits and vagabonds who are most knowledgeable in the latest gossips of plots and schemes." Kenji finished. "Or so I believe. I am merely relaying my thoughts and I could be wrong in everything I said."</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
Yuudai was picking through what Lord Shima had decided to give them in terms of supplies and she had to admit that she was rather impressed by what they had gotten. The food was what she was most interested in of course, making sure to pick through the assortment and try and wonder just what she was going to do with it in terms of a proper meal. For a moment she looked back to the sword on her back, the old hilt of the blade poking out from the clothe it was covered in, wondering if she should obtain a new better blade than the one she had now. S shook that thought out of her mind, she was sure she would not even have to use it.
Though she had been listening to the group and their talk on what to do she decided that just stating what each section would entail was not going to get them anywhere. Turning around she watched the silly poses that Jiang was putting on as he was thinking, she would never get use to that. Yuu decided to put the issue to rest "We are going to Uta to check up on some freindly sources, it will provide good leads and then we can head to Ru where they may have passed on their way out of Shima land. However if we must then we can go with the more shady areas, but I would like to avoid it as long as possible." Clearly she was not use to working in groups like this, as her indifferent tone was very much 'my way' about it.</s>
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<|message|>Metou Toribaba
It was against Metou's nature to jump into a heated conversation if she wasn't needed, and although she had an opinion, so long as the others were still discussing the matter of their next target she felt no inclination to voice it. It seemed like too much energy to involve herself in Jiang's theatrics, or to get in Yuudai's face. However, once the latter tried to put her foot down on the side Metou disagreed with, she felt the need to intervene.
"Going to Uta would be a waste of our time, and we don't have any time to spare," Metou said, looking primarily at Yuudai. "Whatever plans these thieves have for the stolen relics, they undoubtedly lie outside of Shima. Uta is perfectly capable of searching for the relics within their own borders, our skills are better used outside of Shima territory." After speaking, Metou felt her tone was probably more authoritative than necessary, but Yuudai acting the same to push everyone in a direction she disagreed with had made the old woman a bit defensive. She tried to lighten her tone a bit and continued, "We should go to Ru to look for clues and inform the leadership there of Shima's plight. Some den of thieves may hold more information, but considering the risk it should be a last resort." Metou felt flexible about that last part.</s>
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<|description|>Metou Toribaba
Clan: Shima
Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder
Gender: Female
Age: 78
Race: Tengu
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb)
Appearance: Current and younger appearance:
(Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.)
(And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.)
Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer
Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde.
Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening.
When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long.
Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye.
If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items.
Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs.
Ki Techniques/powers: None
Weapons:
Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6.
Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters.
Other Gear:
Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs.
Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self.
Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace.
Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs.
Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers.
Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news.
Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished.
After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s>
<|message|>Takumi Dakun
Takumi raised a brow when they began talking about people protecting him, disagreeing over who should stick by him and do it. If this was going to be a problem he would rather not go at all and wait, but he would move with them and just stay behind like they wanted. "Don't worry about protecting me, you don't take the kind of clients I do if you aren't good at escaping. Just focus on resolving the situation and I'll be fine, I'm not much of a fighter and would rather avoid conflict but I'm used to dealing with it. The Island I'm from is in the middle of a war, unless you guys die instantly I'll be able to get away if I need to. Plus I still have Naji stuff on me, anybody who was after Naji would have intercepted me earlier so I doubt they care about me." He reassured them of his safety, preferring them to actually give any fight their all so he wouldn't be put at an unneeded risk by them having to hold back. He personally wasn't sold on the two half-oni just yet since neither said they killed, and one seemed to have some issue against killing so someone who has killed seemed a safer bet to actually be fighting. He continued to follow them from a short distance behind as they approached the path, with Takumi freezing up when he saw who it was, no longer sure of any survival.
Blocking the entrance to the path were four muscular men, each the same height as Yuudai. They were wearing seemingly random pieces of colorful clothing, with no attempting to match the rest of an outfit, and some articles of clothing being barely put on. Their expression was static, with no signs of their face moving outside of their never blinking eyes moving from person to person. Sticking out of each of their temples was a triangular object seemingly made out of a bone like substance, it was clear that more of it was jammed into the men's skulls from the painful looking scar around it. Standing in the center of all of them was a young woman, with two short swords at her side and clothing more common in lands outside of Baji. Her black hair was in braided pigtails, and her eyes were closed, sealed shut as the scars over them made clear. She was smiling as they approached, a very happy smile to see that they had finally shown up. "Glad you guys made it here from Shima!" She said in a cheerful tone, her voice high-pitched and childlike. "I know what and who you are looking for, but first I have a question! She continued to smile and speak in a friendly manner. "Who wants to die!?" Her closed smile became a toothy grin as she drew her swords. The men with her all slammed their fists into their palm in unison when she did so, not moving yet though waiting to see the reaction of the group.
"If she is involved, you may want to consider just quitting this journey now. I've seen her in Naji lands before, and she isn't someone you want to mess with." Takumi warned them as the crow flew back into the air, looking around if any others were in the area. He was afraid to say who she was while she was right there, he doubted they would be able to protect him if she actually got offended. To any who looked at him he would be visibly nervous, he had been taught not to mess with with the group this woman was a part of.</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
"Who wants to die!?"
Yuudai stared towards the rather intimidating sight before her with the same indifferent expression that she had held for the entire trip, though this time it was more out of sheer disbelief. From the large men with bone out of their forehead, her horns were much better, and all moving in unison, to the rather creepy looking women with knives and closed eyes. It was all very strange, were these the types of people outside of Shima? Though she guessed their own group did not really look all that normal so it was not like she could mention it.
Removing a hand from her pocket she took a step forward and pointed towards the small women, guessing that she was more of the talkative type than her big bruiser collection of boy toys. "You.. Who are you anyway?" Normally she would not even bothered to ask but Takumi had peeked her interest a little when he seemed rather intimadated by her, seeming to know who she was but did not mention. Slipping her hand back into her pocket she moved forward, taking slow steps as to leave her some breathing room, since it seemed she would be taking that little offer.
"It don't matter, I just need answers from you, since you mentioned you know about what we are looking for." Just like that her interest had dropped off, though really there were more important things to worry about, and she could ask later after she kicked her ass right? Yuudai looked between all five of the enemies, unsure who to face but she suspected she would take on the rather bulky guys since that is normally how it worked. Some big shot always trying to send their goons after her and all.
"Either way, I guess you are free to try and kill me first. But when I beat you, you will have to make sure to tell me everything you know. Ok?." Seeing a fight fast approaching Yuudai stabbed the large sword she had into the ground and waited, either for answers or one of the five to step up to face her. Though she had no doubt one of her companions would try to talk the five out of it... They did not look like the type for talk.</s>
<|message|>Kenji Takeda
The party had reached the entrance to the path but unfortunately they were blocked by four muscular men who all had heights comparable to Yuudai's and wore seemingly random pieces of colorful clothing. Their faces were as blank as unwritten paper and sticking out of each of their temples was a triangular object seemingly made out of a bone like substance. In the middle of them was a young woman with two short swords at her side and clothing more common in lands outside of Baji. Despite her smiling face, she only invited intimidation. Her posse of men not helping at all.
Like Takumi had predicted, she was clearly expecting the fellowship and seemed intent on stopping them if her drawing her swords suggested anything. Yuudai was the first to speak to the woman while Kenji turned to the guide who looked like he had his soul scared out of him.
"You know of her, Mister Takumi?" Kenji inquired. He already knew the answer and he already knew this was going to be a problem, he just wanted Takumi to elaborate.
A fight was coming up, that was certain. However, Kenji was not certain if the fellowship was going to be the winner if Takumi's reaction was anything to go by. "I guess Yuudai was right after all..." Kenji muttered as he grabbed the hilt of his giant sword, ready to unsheathe it.</s>
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<|message|>Metou Toribaba
The group had a small argument about placement, which Metou mostly ignored and stayed out of, as she did for most arguments. There wasn't any ambiguity about where Metou should stand, as the squishy sniper with no experience in close-quarters combat her place was in the back of the group. She didn't speak up until they encountered someone on the trail, someone the guide warned was strong enough to put a stop to their journey.
They were obviously connected to the relic theft in some way, unless word spread much faster than Metou thought, considering that this group already knew who they were. Somehow Metou found it unlikely that they actually had the relics considering how close they were to Shima. Unless it was all a trap from the beginning, why would the thieves simply camp out on a trail outside town waiting for Shima's forces to find them?
'If she's as famous as Takumi implies, we can find her later and fight her on our terms, not when she's been waiting for us to show up,' Metou decided. The rest of the group had the right general idea, fighting only if they moved first, and Metou readied her gun like the others, though she wasn't pointing it at their obstacles just yet.
Stepping forward so she could be seen by the enemy, but still standing behind Yuudai, Metou added an addendum to the half-oni's threat. "What we mean is, there's no reason for us to fight, we're just passing through to Ru," Metou said, "If you have any information regarding the stolen items, I'm sure it can benefit both of us to give it to us, otherwise let us pass." Adding to Metou's uncertainty was the playful way in which this woman had asked them if they wanted to die. She was probably just joking, right?</s>
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<|description|>Metou Toribaba
Clan: Shima
Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder
Gender: Female
Age: 78
Race: Tengu
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb)
Appearance: Current and younger appearance:
(Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.)
(And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.)
Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer
Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde.
Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening.
When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long.
Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye.
If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items.
Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs.
Ki Techniques/powers: None
Weapons:
Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6.
Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters.
Other Gear:
Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs.
Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self.
Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace.
Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs.
Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers.
Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news.
Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished.
After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Baji was tossed up in the air after the charge and he had the wind knocked out of his very lungs. He laid on the ground to for a few seconds to regain his composure and slowly rose back to his feet. That man took a direct hit from his sword and is still moving like an unstoppable juggernaut, but it's flesh was easily penetrated. He saw Yuudai up ahead trying to grapple with one and another still trying to hurt Metou. Jiang believed it was obvious which one needed his help more, but he had an idea for all of them in regards to overcoming this enemy. Gripping his sword with one hand and holding his stomach with the other. "Don't try to go hand to hand with them! Take your sword, no, all of you take your swords and go for their limbs!" He was hoping that this strategy would work, even if they were still animated, they wouldn't be able to do anything without legs or arms.</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
"Gah?!"
Yuudai exclaimed as the huge hand grabbed onto her face, lifting her off the ground as she went limp in its grasp. She didn't move as she was raised, motionless as if she had given up but as Jiang finished telling the all to use their weapons Yuudai lifted both her hands and clasped them together. With impressive might she brought them down like a hammer onto the large beings joint, forcing it to drop her back onto her feet. "Sorry, I was thinking." She said, giving a explanation as to why she had apparently stopped moving.
Dashing back she grabbed onto the handle of her blade and yanked it from the earth, bringing it to her side before twisting it around so that the hooked end was facing where she would strike. "Strange, you don't look any older than me. Stay right there, we can talk more when I get there." She complimented the women trying to kill them before charging the large man, avoiding the first of his attacks before bringing her blade down onto his shoulder, the blunt end would have little impact most likely but it was the hook she was after. Using it like a lever she pulled herself up and closer, bringing back her free hand to attempt to palm strike the large man right on the forehead and force him down into the ground! She was putting much more power into it than her punch, and if he was heavier than before as she suspected he should have fallen over like a tree. This was only the first step as she just needed to clear the way so she could dash towards Zhuni.</s>
<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
So just where was Lady Ru? Tetsuya wished she would show herself soon, he really did not enjoy making small talk. It didn't help either that one of the people he was speaking to was a princess either, he didn't feel quite equipped to handle someone like her. Granted the Lady he was seeking was noteworthy too, but she hardly commanded the amount of respect and reverence that Eri did. That aside the conversation had left him all kinds of confused, questioning now what the purpose of the Naji heir and her instructor was in coming to Ru. Surely it was nothing malicious yet he couldn't help but wonder, finding the way that Rii spoke to be very vague. If he stayed around during the talks later he might find out, that was provided if he was allowed to.
The sound of clattering boots off in the distance drew Tetsuya's focus away, looking towards the larger building to see what the deal was. Exiting the structure was a woman clad in clothing that left very little to the imagination, at least in his opinion. Though he managed to put two and two together he was stunned to find this was the woman he was seeking, again a ruler not being quite what he'd expected. She seemed both relaxed yet commanding at the same time, and the tattoos she bore probably told some kind of story he would imagine. Watching as she approached the trio alone his eyes widened slightly when Rii and Lady Ru spoke casually, certainly not having expected the two of them to know one another. Suddenly he felt awfully unprepared for all of this, like he was at a serious disadvantage for not knowing anyone here. Hopefully being a stranger didn't have any bearing on how his request might go over.
Thankfully Lady Ru had sorted out who he was fairly quickly, though a formal introduction should still be given. She was awfully lax with how she spoke too, making it sound more like she was speaking to someone about the weather than any potential politics. Right to the point, he could appreciate that, and he even gave a nervous smile when she mentioned dueling; Wouldn't it be terribly wrong of a guard from a neighboring clan to duel a leader? Would he even be a match for Lady Ru for that matter? He was good, but Tetsuya was skeptical whether or not he was good enough to take on the leader of a clan. Much to his chagrin the Lady made a pretty off color comment there at the end, the Neko's face burning up as he had to look at the ground awkwardly, not having any idea whatsoever how to react to that. Did a woman honestly just say that in front of him? And so carefree too?
Tetsuya thought it might have been that comment that made Eri hesitate to start, a fact to which he gave her a look of 'Why me?'. When she explained though he figured it was reasonable, it would be best to ask for the information while Lady Ru was in a good mood. Jeez, how in the world was he supposed to talk to Lady Ru after that though? When he looked back at the woman he felt his face heating up again, wondering if maybe he should just come back later and try again.
"Uh... Right... I guess I'm up," Tetsuya said to himself, smiling nervously as he turned to Lady Ru. "My name is Tetsuya Ueno, and I'm one of Lord Shima's guards. I uh... I was sent here to ask you for some information," he began, finding himself struggling to think as he looked into the Lady's eyes. Dang it, all he could think about was what she had said, it was really making this hard. Trying to find somewhere else to look in hopes of making it less awkward his blush intensified when he accidentally looked at her chest, quickly looking towards the gate and letting out a sigh. He was way too uncomfortable around women to be doing this right now, but he had to get the question out for his Lord. Running a hand through his hair he shifted his weight around a little, taking a big breath before finally turning back to Lady Ru.
"I was hoping you might have some information on a theft that took place in Shima. I don't know if you've gotten word of what happened yet or not..." Tetsuya explained, glancing over at Eri and Rii for a second. Was this okay to say in front of them? Asking them to leave probably wouldn't do much so he'd have to, like it or not. "It's about our relics. Someone has stolen Shima's relics and we have no leads as to who did it. So I guess my question is have you noticed anything suspicious in your town? Any unusual people passing through, or heard any rumors?"</s>
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<|message|>Metou Toribaba
If Jiang hadn't at least slowed the assailant down with his blade, Metou would've been run through. When Jiang slashed through the enemy's face and into their brain, it managed to jolt Metou and get her flapping. With a short burst of motion from her wings, Metou tried to throw herself out of the way of the charging brute, but his face caught her foot and she tripped over him. She fell to the ground and quickly scrambled away, gun still in hand, and took off into the air as fast as she could and flew to a sturdy looking branch. 'I suppose we know why those bones are there,' Metou thought as she landed.
Metou pointed her rifle at the man with the bone wedged in his head, her thoughts racing. Before pulling the trigger, Metou considered the effect of Jiang's blade on the man. There was no way Metou's bullet would be worth the risk of accidentally hitting a teammate now that the creature was fighting in the middle of the group, if cutting into his brain didn't phase him. As quickly and suddenly as she could, Metou pointed the rifle away from the man that attacked her and towards the chest of the woman controlling them, and fired.</s>
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<|description|>Metou Toribaba
Clan: Shima
Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder
Gender: Female
Age: 78
Race: Tengu
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb)
Appearance: Current and younger appearance:
(Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.)
(And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.)
Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer
Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde.
Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening.
When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long.
Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye.
If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items.
Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs.
Ki Techniques/powers: None
Weapons:
Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6.
Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters.
Other Gear:
Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs.
Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self.
Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace.
Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs.
Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers.
Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news.
Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished.
After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s>
<|message|>Kenji Takeda
The fight had gone underway as Kenji had expected. Yuudai, Metou and Jiang were the first to fight the large, expressionless men, landing blows that are deadly to the normal man but simply an annoyance to the horned henchmen. Since that was the case, it was only obvious to target their legs. Meanwhile, Takumi explained that the smiling woman was from the Empire and not at all a local. She seemed to know about the group's mission and is intent on stopping it. Kenji figured the thieves did not want anyone on their tails but the woman adversary seem to know more about the group than the group did. That warranted questions.
Kenji wanted to help out but his large sword might hit an ally or be an extra burden to them. An opening would be quite nice for him. Yet no opening appeared but he did see the smiling woman pick up a rock while keeping a hard gaze at Yuudai. Kenji could tell the Zhuni was planning something and quickly threw himself between Yuudai and the Zhuni, drawing his giant blade.
The rock was simply thrown but with the force similar to a cannon ball's. Kenji brought up his blade's broad side and focused much magic into it. The energized giant sword deflected the powerful rock skyward but knocked Kenji into the ground like he was slammed into it. "Urg...!" One thing was for sure, blocking that rock was painful.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
The brute turned his attention to Jiang himself. He nimbly dodged the charge with poise and grace while shattering the bone protrusion with his blade and bringing the goliath to a quick halt. This woman called him by name and spoke knowledge of his true brethren. It was good to see that they were gaining some notoriety and hopefully their good deeds were the reason why. "No, we live because my brother is the best and no one will ever outsmart him! Your drones die because they like style and flair!" He shouted while turning towards Gin. Takumi said he didn't need assistance so it was time to put the main man into the fray. Baji sheathed his sword and crouched slightly with his hands open, together and between his legs. "GIN! There are two more! Let's make them rue the day for ever crossing the Tiger's Fang and the Lion's Tooth! Soar high and cleave right through that lifeless shell!"</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin didn't want to fail on his first mission, especially when he just got out of the village. He had never been able to travel anywhere, even for weapon and armour deliveries it was always his caretakers who went out instead to make them. He was always left behind at the anvil to continue working or practice his swordplay. He didn't have any of these situations apart from having to deal with thieves so his first instinct was to protect rather than to fight while others did that instead. While he was pretty worried he was also now being told it was wrong to worry and that he should be up in the front lines fighting off these men and this woman. "What? Are you sure?"
Feeling confused by that he looked back to the group, their struggles becoming a little more evident. He wanted to help them too, he should help them. Gasping when Jiang suddenly shouted his hand went back to his sword, staring at him as his command for battle was more of a bravado than a command. He wasn't going to do any soaring, in fact he had a plan already. Grasping hold of the hilt of his blade he suddenly bolted right into the fray, speedily moving around the battle on his toes, the claws on his boots providing grip. Keeping fair low he made his way around the burly men, singling one out before immediately moving in and trying to cleave the man's legs in two with a rapid slash.</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
*CRACK*
The sound of rock smashing against metal echoed out for a moment as the powerful attack was intercepted by Kenji, forcing him back from the sheer force. Stepping forwards Yuudai caught the man before he fell to the ground "Thanks." She had been distracted by the large thing trying to grab for her that the rock would have struck her, and even she would not have come out of that unharmed. Helping to stand him up she took a moment to look back to the giant she had forced into the ground, likely getting up by this point. "Do you think you could handle him? It would take too long to put him down my way" She gestured to Kenji's sword.
Yuudai now stared down the Zhuni women, her gaze a little sharper than before as she reached to the bottom of her shirt, starting to un-tuck it from her pants. "We are working together... If you had not noticed." The women may not have noticed it but Yuudai sure did, if accidental or not on the others part. All of their super heavy hitters had bypassed her little slaves one way or another and now had the advantage on the women and the last remaining minion. "You know, I envy you. Really." Lifting her shirt off of herself she held it by her side "Even if your strength is faked by magic or real, you are allowed to let go. You allow yourself to not care what you do." Tossing his shirt down she took in a deep breath, thankfully she was still decent with her wrappings around her chest. "I on the other hand. I live within a world of paper where I have to limit myself, make sure that I don't harm my freinds, family..."
Lowering herself down she took a runners stance as she grabbed her sword. ".. Or my enemies. You though? I think I can let go a little, just this once. As a little present for myself." Her muscles tightened as her entire form gave of a aura of a wild beast unleashed a fearsome thing that would threaten to devour all in its path, however it was restrained just as fast as it came. With a single leap of her powerful legs Yuudai combined her timing with the others to converge on their target at once, her fist ready to bring down while her sword ready for her defense.</s>
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<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Metou's mouth was agape for a moment as the Zhuni woman did something impossible, she caught the bullet from her rifle and threw it even faster. Up until this point Metou had figured she was the weirdest thing around, but this woman clearly had her beat. Their options were starting to become limited. Yuudai was about to confront her, but even though she looked strong Metou didn't think she stood much of a chance against someone who could pluck a bullet out of the air. Shooting her from the front also seemed like an impossible way to get her off their back. However, for right now it seemed like the Zhuni woman was going to be a little preoccupied fighting the half-oni woman, and it seemed like the others at least had a good shot at her other minions. Metou jumped backwards off her branch and drifted down to the forest floor, and then folded her wings close to her body as she hid.
Moving as slowly as she could, Metou crept behind the trees and under any brush she could find to position herself a few meters before the Zhuni woman as she was about to fight Yuudai. Metou began reloading her rifle while keeping her eyes on her target. As she crouched she hoped Yuudai would be enough of a match to give her an opportunity to strike.</s>
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<|description|>Metou Toribaba
Clan: Shima
Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder
Gender: Female
Age: 78
Race: Tengu
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb)
Appearance: Current and younger appearance:
(Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.)
(And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.)
Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer
Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde.
Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening.
When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long.
Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye.
If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items.
Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs.
Ki Techniques/powers: None
Weapons:
Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6.
Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters.
Other Gear:
Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs.
Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self.
Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace.
Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs.
Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers.
Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news.
Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished.
After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Was good to see the group moving along after that ordeal. Now was the planning phase, they had to execute everything perfectly. One wrong comment could break out a war between Ru and Shima. One wrong action in their borders could cause their lord a slew of problems and resources. He kept his inner ramblings to himself as Metou spoke until she advised him to warn Ru of the ki witch, which was the opposite of what they were told to do. "Whoa! No, we can't do that, none of us can talk about what just happened. That crazy psycho killer wench knew a lot of intimate things about us. She's probably having us tracked right now. She told us not to mention herself or her mother. I think they wish to remain anonymous and telling anyone about them would mean only their death and her anger for us. If we really want to heed their warning and keep others and ourselves safe then we have to keep our mouths shut about our source." Jiang was getting more and more pissed off as he thought about this entire situation. It was going to get dark and bad before it got better.</s>
<|message|>Takumi Dakun
Takumi didn't interfere in the disagreement about the ki witch, him never knowing how to handle events and situations that involved her. If they did as she said without question it would almost certainly backfire, it had been 200 years and no one knew what exactly the ki witch wanted. With that still in his head, he went over a few things about Ru mostly about their focus on and history with martial arts and their different ancestry. Beyond that there wasn't much info to tell outside of Lady Ru's reputation for not following what most consider proper custom and that she would rather fight then serve guests or drink tea. With all that explained they continued moving towards Ru, the group continuing their discussion on the proper plan of action and if they should tell Ru about the Ki Witch or not . Knowledge such as that would have a pretty big change on how Ru and others treated the situation and the decision to tell them or not was one that would have a large effect on the journey. Eventually they arrived in Ru just as evening was turning into night, with guard changes occurring and people lighting the torches around the village. It as winding down, but some people were still outside of their homes and of course places for traveling were always open, with more than a merchants hanging about to avoid traveling at night. Since raids and attacks on Ru were uncommon it was a pretty safe place for travelers to stop in and the people were pretty friendly to those that didn't try to cause trouble. The Naji were still around, with some of the Princess's soldiers helping with guard duty and a few hanging around the Inn, their banners resting against walls around the village but not actually placed anywhere specific or in official position.</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
"I have no intention of respecting the wishes of a tempermental psychopath sponging off her mother's power, nor anyone who lobotomizes men and makes them their slaves, or any charlatan who maintains their power through ridiculous rumors," Metou said back to Jiang, wishing she had said it in a less harsh tone the moment it came out of her mouth, but since she was already on a roll, she continued. "I admit the Ki Witch is dangerous, but that's all the more reason we must be honest with the true dangers associated with our quest if we are to make business with Ru in good faith, if they help us they deserve to know who's involved."
As long as she was being this snippy, Metou figured she might as well drive the point home. "Besides, rolling over for a wolf won't make them any less hungry," Metou said, "If you think doing every single thing the Ki Witch asks us to do will end with anything but a piece of bone wedged in each of our skulls, you're naive. When she turns against us, we don't want to be alone against her. Think, there's no reason she'd want her involvement in our affairs to be a secret if these thieves could supposedly destroy or control the island, she would be a hero. She needs to be a secret because she's using us."</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
Yuudai had been listening to the group argue over telling people about the Ki witch or not, a rather big thing if what had happened before was anything to go by. "The fact that she is helping us if we keep silent is a boon we should not toss away. However if the time comes then we can always just use her name as some kind of last resort, more so as we start collecting relics. Use her instead of her using us so to speak." It seemed the most logical to her, after all it was more a weapon than they had before and simply blowing it the moment they could would do them little good.
That was the only thing the half oni would say on the matter before the group reached Ru, where her mind was taken up with other things that she held in great importance. "I'm going to grab something to eat." With that she was on the hunt, stalking the streets in search of her pray, or well just down the road in a small open food stand. Stilling down at one of the open stools she tapped her hand on the counter "Hey, I will take the specialty dish you have on sale." Feeling small bumps against her she looked down to her arm where small mushi were bumping against her wounds, which she dismissed with a wave of her hand.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
The stopped right outside of Ru while the debate was getting heavy. He understood everything that she was saying, but felt as if she wasn't looking at the big picture. Disobedience only endangered all who they were connected to and could even mean their own deaths. "Those are exactly the reason why we should follow and do as they say for now. You saw Takumi's reaction to her, you saw what she did and if her mother is even more powerful then what chance do we or Shima have? If Naji is wary of their actions then why would a lesser clan like Ru be willing to deal with them? Right now, we have to just play along. She wants to remain anonymous, that is what she wants. She will maintain her anonymity by killing off those who know of her involvement. There will be razed villages left in our wake as we travel, heralding the involvement of crazy psycho killer bitch's mother. We are being watched and if you disobey her now then she may very well target our own clan to teach us a lesson. Can you live with the loss of Lord Shima because you wanted to defy someone else?"
Knew exactly what kind of situation they were in, he knew how far this rabbit hole would travel. Baji didn't know all of the players, what the endgame was or any other specific details, but the situation was frighteningly similar to his previous life. Now wasn't the time to unload all of this on them, especially in front of the Ru village. He turned his back to the gate and kept his voice down so only his allies could hear him. "I am begging you, and the rest of you to trust me on this one. For now, let's keep this thing quiet. They're not going to attack us if we disobey their command, they will hurt those around us, they will burn this place to the ground, attack our families, hurt Shima himself. Even if you don't believe me, if only this seems to have a sliver of possibility happening if we run our mouths now then that should be enough to keep quiet and play their game. I don't intend in being their pawn until my death, but right now we should research our enemy before we defy them. So please, keep this quiet for now, let Takumi and I speak with Ru and I promise that I will come back with her as an ally to Shima." This group barely trusted him or respected his words, but this was one time where he was hoping that they would follow his advice. He, himself was also hoping that he wasn't leading them down the wrong path. Jiang was trying to make the best decision for everyone's survival, and he prayed that he was the right one, instead of Metou.</s>
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<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Jiang had brought up some good points. Although Metou had no intention of keeping quiet about their mysterious interloper indefinitely, she could see the logic in waiting a while before mentioning it to anyone. Especially considering how worried Jiang was about the well-being of others if they told it. Metou was skeptical that the Ki Witch could see inside a private meeting with the leader of Ru as well as she could dig up information about a few hired hands, but it was better safe than sorry.
Metou sighed a little bit in preparation to concede her point. "You're right, I suppose we could play things safe for now," Metou said with a touch of bitterness. "I may not be convinced the legends about her are entirely true, but she does hold considerable power for us, so I suppose we have no choice but to do as she says."
After Yuudai had already left to grab food, Metou glanced over into the town they had reached. "Did she say which group she would be assisting?" Metou asked. "Well, I suppose we should all get going anyway. Who wants to help me pursue the lead that woman gave us?"</s>
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<|description|>Metou Toribaba
Clan: Shima
Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder
Gender: Female
Age: 78
Race: Tengu
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb)
Appearance: Current and younger appearance:
(Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.)
(And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.)
Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer
Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde.
Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening.
When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long.
Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye.
If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items.
Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs.
Ki Techniques/powers: None
Weapons:
Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6.
Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters.
Other Gear:
Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs.
Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self.
Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace.
Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs.
Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers.
Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news.
Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished.
After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s>
<|message|>Takumi Dakun
Takumi didn't know much about Lady Ru personally but as he headed to find some people to question he answered with what he knew. "Like I said she mostly known for being a warrior and not really having interest in proper bajin custom. Can't tell you too much about her personality beyond that, but her beauty is well known. You often hear about people coming to try to marry her, mostly warriors who feel they deserve their own clan and want it through her." More than a few men from his island had attempted to do that, all to return in failure like those before them. Jiang's next question made him chuckle a little, before he went ahead and gave him the bad news. "Most clan leaders are men, so if you want some beautiful men there are a few of them. But even then most of them are old men at that. Very few female leaders are around, and those that do exist are mostly just temporary until a a son or bother returns home or in some cases until a grandson becomes of age." He doubted they would encounter any female clan leaders outside of Ru for a very long time, if at all.
The town square wasn't very lively when Gin and Metou reached it, it was getting late and most people were at home wrapping up training or preparing to bed. Many of the traveling trader were still around though, trying to sell their merchandise to the Naji soldiers as well as people of Ru who were still out and about. While there was no immediate sign of the musician they were looking for, many merchants and traders saw the two were clearly outsiders and began trying to get their attention. Not many traditional Ru food and good were being offered to them, but plenty of foreign objects and snacks were being waved around in Gin's face with various types of makeup and clothing pushed to Metou. They had nothing to do until they set out for the morning, so they just offered stuff to anyway who may not have seen or might possibly have a decent amount of money. None of them had the instrument in question but if any of them were asked about the woman, they would be able to point the duo in the direction of the right inn.</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
Yuudai turned to leave until Kenji's hand was placed on her shoulder to stop her from leaving, her body relaxing slightly at the offer that he wouldn't mind going along with her. Suddenly she turned around to Kenji, one hand trying to grab and hold his hand as the other came up to gently rest on his chin if she was allowed to do so. Her face had a much softer look to it than it had ever since he had seen her back in Shima "Thanks for the offer but it is kind of personal..." Lowering her hand a smile came across her face, bearing her fangs a little as she did so. "Besides it will only take me a little while. Wait for me in the Inn and we will continue to talk since you seem so eager"
With that she started to walk away slow at first but soon her steps became a powerful stride before building into a sprint, heading not for the gate but for the wall that surrounded Ru! "Halt right th- Eh?!" The guard was shocked as the half oni did not answer his order by stopping but instead speeding up! She would have readied her weapon if Yuudai did not leap into the air, over both the guard and the fence in one bond, leaving the poor girl confused and slumped down on the floor from slight shock.
--- Leaving Ru ---
She didn't expect it to be as short a trip as it was, pretty surprised by the fact the fight took place so close to Ru or maybe she had just improved a leg muscles? Either way she finally made it to the place where the 'battle' took place. She had a hard time seeing with the dying light around her but it was then that her eye caught a glint of silver on the ground, many pieces in fact.
"What the..."
Kneeling down to the shards she could hardly believe that they were pieces of her rusted blade as the insides were a spotless sheen of some kind of silver like metal wrapped within the outer layer of rusted steel. Confused by the sight she almost didn't hear the two men and a women coming up from the forest. Two of them flanking as they were unsure what to make of the seemingly defenseless person suddenly out in the middle of the road. At least they were right to think this was no normal person as one of them tried intimidation before a fight.
"Hey, you. This is our scavenging spot, so unless you... Want..."
Yuudai stood up from the ground, towering over the little man that had decided to walk up and act all tough and with a powerful backhand she knocked his hatchet to the side, sending it spinning and stabbing into the ground beside one of the others, that were also shocked. "You are far too young to be doing this. Go back to Ru." She glared down to the 'bandit' before her but as he tried to speak back to her she made sure to get her point across by grabbing his face and tossing him like a rag doll into the girl, his mask coming loose to shock a younger than expected face. Kids trying to act tough and 'play bandit' so to speak. but there were much worse here and they were in danger.
"LEAVE!"
Frightened they started rushing back towards Ru, the girl even carrying the boy just to get away. "Tch, kids. Don't know the dangers out here. Damn I need a real fight or some fun soon." Picking up the pieces and the hatchet she made her way back towards Ru herself, entering the forest for a faster way "Excuse me" Making sure to step over the real bandits she dealt with while she was on the way here...
--- Return to Ru ---
After jumping back over the fence she made her way back to the Inn, wondering if Kenji did wait as she said. After all she did not take long just as she promised. She just ignored the few stares she got, she was use to it.</s>
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<|message|>Metou Toribaba
While they were on their way to search for their lead, Metou answered Gin's questions in a plain and to-the-point fashion. "Any instrument you don't recognize is a possibility we can investigate," Metou said, assuming that there wouldn't be so many musician women that they had to be picky on who they talked to. "And if she's not here, then there's nothing we can do, is there? We'll have to find some other way of tracking the thieves."
It was later than Metou realized when she and Gin arrived at the town square, and there was no longer any music to be heard at all. Nobody was left but some people passing through and traders noisily peddling things that Metou couldn't care less for. Gin was being swamped with traders as well, almost to the point of separating them, but at least he was being pelted with snacks. One merchant rushed up to Metou waving a bottle of unidentifiable fluid in her face, and began saying, "Buy my miracle tonic, and look better than you have in decades! This oil will make you look twenty years younger, I guarantee it!"
"Thanks for the offer, but I already have something like that," Metou responded. With the woman they were looking for seemingly absent, Metou felt a need to ask someone who was here the whole day where she might have went. However, these merchants seemed pretty preoccupied with making a bit more money before setting out, and Metou got a vibe that they wouldn't be inclined to help someone who turned them down. She spied a cheap-looking trinket the man also had in his hands, a small wooden emblem on a string to use as a necklace. Metou pulled a single coin out from under her cloak and said, "However, I'll buy that wooden necklace you have there, and maybe you can help me find what I'm really looking for."
After getting the information she needed, Metou pulled Gin out of the crowd and started taking them both in the direction the man had pointed her in. "One of the merchants told me where we can find our woman," Metou said, letting go of Gin when they were out of the town square, not that Metou had anything close to the strength she would need to pull Gin against his will. Once they were free from the pack of merchants there was no longer cause to hurry, so Metou slowed to a more comfortable pace and told Gin what inn they were headed to.
"Our target might be relaxing at the inn if she was playing in the middle of town, and might not have her instrument out. Look for anyone carrying an unusually shaped case that could be containing an instrument as well, maybe something this big or this big," Metou said to Gin on their way to the inn, and with her hands she made an imaginary shape to demonstrate the rough size and shape of a case that could carry a lute or guitar, and then a case that could carry a smaller instrument like a flute. After thinking for a few seconds she added, "If you don't see anyone with an unusual musical instrument or case, look for someone with an unfamiliar style of clothing." It wasn't long before they were at their destination and headed inside, and Metou scanned the inside of the inn, paying particular attention to the patrons near the walls, looking for someone playing a foreign instrument, sitting near their instrument in a box, or someone who looked like they may be a traveling player.</s>
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<|description|>Metou Toribaba
Clan: Shima
Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder
Gender: Female
Age: 78
Race: Tengu
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb)
Appearance: Current and younger appearance:
(Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.)
(And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.)
Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer
Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde.
Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening.
When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long.
Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye.
If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items.
Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs.
Ki Techniques/powers: None
Weapons:
Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6.
Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters.
Other Gear:
Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs.
Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self.
Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace.
Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs.
Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers.
Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news.
Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished.
After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Metou was a bit unsatisfied with Gin's response, as he didn't really confirm or deny Metou's plan as a good one, and the old lady didn't think Gin's suggestion was very practical either. Metou felt guilty about dragging Gin around everywhere, but if he wanted guidance, Metou had no choice but to provide some. "If we rely on the observations of anyone we pass by, we'll be asking random people all night," Metou said, "We know where two of our fellows went, so I think we should start searching there, even if I'm sure they've left by now. Just give me a moment to look outside."
After exiting the inn, Metou looked at the sky to see how much time they had left in the evening. It was already late enough in the day that merchants were calling it quits when they got to the town square, and that was before they walked down a few streets to get to an inn and look for the musician. Not only was it too cold for Metou's comfort, and would only get colder, Metou didn't really want to be out on the streets at night when it was just her and Gin. Metou stepped back into the inn and walked back to Gin and said, "On second thought, I think we should just stay here for the night, and look for them in the morning." Metou was about to ask Gin for his opinion on the matter, but figured he'd just give a neutral answer again. "I'm going to go ask if they have any free rooms," Metou declared, and she walked up to the front counter to do so. Even after buying that cheap bauble to win the merchant's favor, she figured she had enough money for a room and some food at least.</s>
<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Maybe doing this alone was a better approach, at least then he didn't have to hear people argue over things. There was probably strength in numbers or something like it, yet where he'd managed to go and speak to Lady Ru alone he didn't see any need to go and visit her yet again. Maybe he was thinking too much into things, but he worried if they pestered too much they might lose what little support they had. If they lost support then they failed Lord Shima, and that was the one thing Tetsuya absolutely refused to accept. Watching as Yuudai and Jiang went back and forth for a bit he couldn't help but groan, wondering if it was at all possible for them to cooperate. How were they ever going to chase down the criminals responsible when they couldn't stop fighting amongst themselves?
Tetsuya might have been a bit naive in hoping that these two could work things out, and so he was disappointed to see Yuudai leaving the room. Just because he didn't want to be coddled by the Oni didn't mean he disliked her, and he rather hoped she would stay and at least go over the plan with them. The comment she made about his groan made him feel a little guilty, even if it hadn't been made solely in her directions. Ears folding down he frowned, lowering his gaze as Yuudai left them alone, taking a bit of air out of the room with her. A fine start to this group of theirs, he couldn't even imagine what the others must be like. Looking over at Jiang as he spoke, the young Neko let out a sigh, kind of wishing they could just drop the matter now. "If you won't condemn me or judge me then don't press for information. If I felt it was necessary to tell you then I would," Tetsuya replied, frowning as he looked up at Jiang. If this one thought he was going to be the leader in all of this just because he liked to talk then he was wrong.
It seemed there was more of a story to share, and Jiang was only to happy to be the one to do so. He had no idea that they had been attacked on their way in, or that anything quite that foreboding had happened. Sure, Shima losing her relics was foreboding enough, but hearing other villages might be at risk too only made the situation even worse. Though Jiang surely meant no harm by his words the Neko still felt offended, like he was being slighted in a way. It was a childish thing to think, but in his mind it was almost like this man was trying to look better in front of their Lord. "Don't talk to me like I'm just some child, I know what we'll have to do. And we can't well leave the villages alone, not when we're asking them for help. If something happens we'll help them in turn, we have to." It's what Lord Shima would want them to do, he had no doubts about that.
As if it weren't troublesome enough that Jiang was preaching to him, now Kenji saw reason to do so as well. It felt like he was being undermined here, and where he had been working alone up until now that wasn't a very fun feeling. Expecting more of the same out of Kenji, Tetsuya was pleasantly surprised when it seemed the argument was being made for him, not against him. It was a tad odd being called 'mister' seeing as he was probably the youngest one here, but then he wouldn't make a fuss about being shown some respect. Smiling gratefully he nodded his head to Kenji, turning his attention back over to Jiang. "Look... We kind of got off on the wrong foot there. I am happy to work with you, but I don't appreciate having someone trying to push me aside for this. If you really want to help then you can, but we're doing it together. No one is going solo here." At least, not anymore, that had ended when these three had shown up.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Baji was going to respond to Kenji and tell him that he trusts Tetsuya's reasons for lying to them just as much as he trusts his own for doing the same to him, but it seems like the person in question completely mistook his words. Jiang simply sighed deeply as another person became hostile and misunderstood him. Tetsuya didn't know the severity of the entire situation that they were in so he kept himself calm by repeating that in his head. He didn't recall treating Tetsuya any less than the next person.
"I have nothing against you, I can even see why you're so defensive, but you have misunderstood my words. I have nothing but respect for you and those that I fight beside. How about we go to sleep on this and you meet me by the town gate at the crack of dawn, because there is something that I want to show you. There is something that I want you to understand and something that I need to understand." He thought about it some more and figured now was also a good time if the neko was more up for it.</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin hoped they weren't going anywhere without them, even if there was no real reason for the others to leave them behind. He did wonder if the others went on ahead and they were left to head back to Shima just how much trouble there would be whether for them or the ones who left them behind. They were supposed to be working as a team, after all, but who knew if they actually wanted them along. Gin hadn't made any companions so he did worry he might get forgotten about, even if he slept in for too long. Maybe it was just anxieties building from the possibility of being alone and left behind because of how young and 'inexperienced' he was.
Watching Metou head on out he let out a disappointed sigh, feeling terrible that he was essentially making it difficult for others. He just wanted to feel useful. Sighing as he rubbed his neck, waiting for Metou to return as he stared at the people, watching them all interact with each other and how strange some of them got in the process. This was probably why he never went to this kind of place before, too many strangers for his liking. When Metou returned he gave her a hopeful smile, but when she spoke of her decision he frowned, looking down with a sigh. "Stay here? But what if…uhh…" He couldn't say much, at least not when Metou suddenly declared her decision to be a good one. "Wait, but it's only a little bit of darkness! I'm strong, I can protect us in the dark", he spoke quickly, following on after Metou, "Have a little faith in me, please? Yuudai has a particular smell, maybe I can pick it up…"</s>
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<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Gin brought up an objection to Metou's new decision, and Metou immediately paused and turned to hear him out. Getting stuck out on the streets late at night was still a very unappealing possibility to Metou, even if this town didn't seem too bad. However, Metou respected Gin's abilities and decisions, or at least felt obligated to respect them despite not knowing him very well yet. More importantly she would hate for Gin to think he wasn't taken seriously, and bring down his confidence even lower than it already seemed. "I suppose I might be giving up too early, and we'd want to give Kiko a prompt response," Metou said, though with the slightly frustrated tone of someone who just had an early night's sleep ripped away from them for the sake of the greater good.
"Two of our companions went to see Lady Ru, so I know of a place they've been, at least," Metou said, "But Yuudai ran off to get food, so I have a fairly good idea of where she went too. If you're confident in your nose, we could try and track her down first."</s>
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<|description|>Metou Toribaba
Clan: Shima
Title: Eagle-Eyed Elder
Gender: Female
Age: 78
Race: Tengu
Height: 4'5"
Weight: 30 kg (~66 lb)
Appearance: Current and younger appearance:
(Metou's wings and hair are black, but her hair turned white with age. Her priestess attire (which should have more details than the sketch) is purple and blue. The robes she wears in the present are black and are made with a lot of crow's feathers, meant to mimic her old wings, and the dress she wears underneath is purple.)
(And she should probably have an eyepatch as well.)
Occupation: Mostly-Retired Sniping Trainer
Notable Skills: Back in the day Metou was the sharpest eye around, despite having only one of them. Her accuracy is still pretty good, but her eyesight has deteriorated and she's not as quick on the trigger as she used to be. As a necessity of her powers, Metou knows how to preserve things in formaldehyde.
Since retiring from combat, Metou has gotten decent at sewing clothing and gardening.
When she was younger, Metou could fly short distances. However, she was always a bit heavyset for a Tengu, so she could never fly as far or for as long.
Magical Abilities: Metou can shapeshift into others by removing their eye and inserting it into her empty eye socket. Though she'll possess their physical power and some of their muscle memory, any learned magical abilities or techniques will be inaccessible to her. Metou can transform for an hour at a time before the eyeball automatically pops out of her head, and rapidly transforming and untransforming tires her out, but she can do it a few times in a row with a couple seconds of break inbetween. As long as the eye is in her head, it functions as a living eye.
If Metou shapeshifts into someone, anything she wears or was carrying disappears and she gains whatever the person she shapeshifts into was carrying. If she removes something from her person when transformed, that object will stay off and disappear when she takes on a different form, and then reappear in the same location when she takes on that form again. If she changes any of that form's inventory it will disappear when she leaves that form and reappear when she takes on that form again. In essence this means that Metou can change the outfits and equipment of her alternate forms and keep them consistently without permanently duplicating items.
Any damage that happens to Metou in one form happens to all of her forms, as well as any recovery from injuries that occurs.
Ki Techniques/powers: None
Weapons:
Rifle - Accurate and useful for long distances. In her prime she could load a shot in 3 seconds, in her old age it takes her 6.
Pistol - Not Metou's speciality, she carries this only for defending herself in close quarters.
Other Gear:
Formaldehyde Jars - Metou possesses 6 jars of formaldehyde that hang from her person, used for storing eyeballs.
Eyeball - The eye she lost when she was 18. Inserting this eye transforms Metou into her younger self.
Walking Stick - Wooden, and has a U-shape for a handle. Metou can use this to prop up her rifle and keep it steady. Also, she needs it to walk at any reasonable pace.
Metal Scoop - Looks sort of like an iron ice-cream scoop with a sharp, tapered end. It's used for "extracting" eyeballs.
Personality: Most people think Metou grew crotchety and irritable with age, but that only had a minor effect of Metou's personality. Ever since her banishment Metou was always bitter and jaded, even after Shima treated her well. Unlike many others of her age, Metou had no qualms about increasing the military might of the clan, though as an outsider her opinion wouldn't be worth as much. Metou is passionate about defending Shima and disinterested in the politics of other clans or in people who pursue power. It may seem hypocritical but due to her upbringing Metou still distrusts spirits and magic in general, and is even uncomfortable about using her own powers.
Brief history: Metou was born and raised in the Dokutsu Clan, or Dokutsu Town depending on who you ask, a small reclusive village hidden in the mountains populated by both humans and tengu (and an oni who liked the atmosphere). Like Shima this clan was neutral and well-protected, but they preferred not to communicate or interact with any other clan at all, and a unique culture developed as they were cut off from the rest of Baji. The people of Dokutsu forbade the practice of magic among their people, believing it to be the source of the corruption and war that plagued the other clans below them. This made Metou's discovery of her own latent powers a bit of bad news.
Metou served as a religious figure in the town, somewhat akin to a shrine maiden, and helped guide the village in prayer to keep them safe from the world around them. In addition she lead many of the towns customs from the birth of a villager to the death of one, and helped protect the town from interested parties with a rifle. When she was 18 Metou lost her eye while constructing a new building for the town, and in an act of desperation tried to replace the severed eye. It functioned perfectly, but Metou knew it could only be magic that allowed it to do so. She kept the eye preserved, being familiar with the chemicals used in village customs to preserve the dead, and experimented with her power in secret. She discovered that she could transform into animals using their eyes, but she was eventually discovered by the village when she was 20 and banished.
After a year of travelling Metou found residence with the nearby Shima clan, and she used her skill with a firearm to give herself a place in her new home. During her years living in the Shima clan she served as a sentinel, participated in a few military skirmishes, traveled occasionally and had a few lovers but never married. Though Shima would have been more accepting, out of habit Metou rarely ever used her powers, and most people don't know she has them. When she got too old to bother standing watch with a gun in hand, she helped train new guards in the art of accuracy. Metou tries to help out as best she can, but as others take over her old job she leaves her house less and less. Though she lives in a hut on the outskirts of her town, Metou is still well-known around the village.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Baji was going to respond to Kenji and tell him that he trusts Tetsuya's reasons for lying to them just as much as he trusts his own for doing the same to him, but it seems like the person in question completely mistook his words. Jiang simply sighed deeply as another person became hostile and misunderstood him. Tetsuya didn't know the severity of the entire situation that they were in so he kept himself calm by repeating that in his head. He didn't recall treating Tetsuya any less than the next person.
"I have nothing against you, I can even see why you're so defensive, but you have misunderstood my words. I have nothing but respect for you and those that I fight beside. How about we go to sleep on this and you meet me by the town gate at the crack of dawn, because there is something that I want to show you. There is something that I want you to understand and something that I need to understand." He thought about it some more and figured now was also a good time if the neko was more up for it.</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin hoped they weren't going anywhere without them, even if there was no real reason for the others to leave them behind. He did wonder if the others went on ahead and they were left to head back to Shima just how much trouble there would be whether for them or the ones who left them behind. They were supposed to be working as a team, after all, but who knew if they actually wanted them along. Gin hadn't made any companions so he did worry he might get forgotten about, even if he slept in for too long. Maybe it was just anxieties building from the possibility of being alone and left behind because of how young and 'inexperienced' he was.
Watching Metou head on out he let out a disappointed sigh, feeling terrible that he was essentially making it difficult for others. He just wanted to feel useful. Sighing as he rubbed his neck, waiting for Metou to return as he stared at the people, watching them all interact with each other and how strange some of them got in the process. This was probably why he never went to this kind of place before, too many strangers for his liking. When Metou returned he gave her a hopeful smile, but when she spoke of her decision he frowned, looking down with a sigh. "Stay here? But what if…uhh…" He couldn't say much, at least not when Metou suddenly declared her decision to be a good one. "Wait, but it's only a little bit of darkness! I'm strong, I can protect us in the dark", he spoke quickly, following on after Metou, "Have a little faith in me, please? Yuudai has a particular smell, maybe I can pick it up…"</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Gin brought up an objection to Metou's new decision, and Metou immediately paused and turned to hear him out. Getting stuck out on the streets late at night was still a very unappealing possibility to Metou, even if this town didn't seem too bad. However, Metou respected Gin's abilities and decisions, or at least felt obligated to respect them despite not knowing him very well yet. More importantly she would hate for Gin to think he wasn't taken seriously, and bring down his confidence even lower than it already seemed. "I suppose I might be giving up too early, and we'd want to give Kiko a prompt response," Metou said, though with the slightly frustrated tone of someone who just had an early night's sleep ripped away from them for the sake of the greater good.
"Two of our companions went to see Lady Ru, so I know of a place they've been, at least," Metou said, "But Yuudai ran off to get food, so I have a fairly good idea of where she went too. If you're confident in your nose, we could try and track her down first."</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin was sure he could use his senses to help find the others, or at least one of them if they got unlucky. He didn't want everybody to split up like this and with the group all in different places it seemed as if they were going to have trouble communicating with each other to where they were going and when they were going to head out. They had to pick up this musician too on the way out which could be a problem if they were all properly split up. The musician could wander off or get impatient with them and decide to strike off the deal which would be a disaster.
Staring at Metou with hopeful eyes he smiled slightly when she admitted the danger wasn't too much of a big deal quite yet. He would do what he could to protect her and was fairly confident he would do a good job too. He had practiced for a long time and did manage to slice up that strange stony man's legs so he couldn't be that bad at fighting. Sighing happily when Metou gave him some direction to look for he nodded quickly, looking to the door. "I won't let you down! If we follow a trail from where we last saw her, it should be easy! Right?" he spoke quickly, looking back to her, "Then if we can track down the other group, we can stay at the inn together, right? Or maybe even sleep under the stars…like adventurers!"
Heading quickly to the door, Gin couldn't help but feel excited and anxious about doing this, hoping he might achieve this difficult task. He was fairly good at smelling out others, even for a half-Oni. He figured it was his hunger that made his sense of smell better, but using that to track down people shouldn't be a problem. He wondered if he should be looking for the group that went to Ru first just to see what the place they had the Lady in was like, but that might be a little suspicious at this time of day. Heading out the door he looked around, his first thought being to head back to the marketplace where all the people were before once Metou was ready to go.</s>
<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Tetsuya really didn't appreciate a stranger being in his room and insulting him like this. Even if Lord Shima had indeed sent Jiang that didn't necessarily mean he was going to personally like the man. For his Lord's sake he would cooperate, or try to, but that was about the extent of their partnership. His position softened a little when some of the uncertainty was cleared, yet the Neko still held some reservations. Just who was he exactly, and what reason was he here, handling Shima matters? Far as Tetsuya could recall, Jiang wasn't a resident of Shima, so did that make him a hired sword? Leaving a job so sensitive and important to someone like that didn't seem right, and he became naturally wary of anyone from outside his home; trusting Jiang wasn't impossible, but for the time being he wasn't exactly going to befriend the man.
Looking at Jiang curiously as he proposed a meeting tomorrow, Tetsuya bit his lip uncertainly and glanced over at the door. Should be bother? It would probably be more of the same, with the man trying to convince him to go and see Lady Ru. He couldn't see much purpose in it if that were the case, but if they were to be cooperating on this mission of theirs he figured he should at least make an effort to get along. "Well... Alright then, I guess I can do that much," the Neko mumbled, looking back at Jiang with a slight frown, "As long as you agree that you won't go and see Lady Ru by yourself. You're helping us in Shima's affairs, so it's only right that someone from Shima come along. I've already spoken with her, so it'd make sense for me to go with you since I know her at least." Hopefully the Princess wasn't there tomorrow, he wasn't so sure he could take more of her odd behavior.
"Whatever you decide, let me know in the morning. I've been walking all day and I'm tired, I need sleep," Tetsuya added, stifling a yawn with one hand as he stretched the other up over his head. His armor didn't really contribute to his exhaustion, at least not anymore as he was used to the added weight. Actually being on his feet all day, coupled with not eating much had taken its toll and now that the day had winded down he was really feeling the effects. Shuffling over to where his bedroll lay he took a seat on the floor beside it, again stretching his arms with a big yawn before rubbing at his eyes, glancing up at Kenji and Jiang curiously. "Unless you two plan on sharing a room with me I'd appreciate a bit of privacy. Just come knocking whenever you're up Jiang, I should be awake plenty early."</s>
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<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Metou followed Gin to the door, but he was so excited that Metou couldn't keep up easily. Going out this late for because he wanted to sleep outside was the last straw, though. "We'll have plenty of nights under the stars on the trail, I'm sure, let's savor our roofs while we have them!" Metou said half-angrily and half-jokingly as they exited the inn. Once they were outside, Gin seemed to be indicating towards the marketplace where Yuudai ran off to. Despite how large her nose was, Metou didn't have a great sense of smell, probably even worse than a human's, and she was completely reliant on Gin to trail the others. "Lead the way," Metou said, hoping he wouldn't lead too quickly to keep up.</s>
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<|description|>Kenji Takeda
Clan: Oja - a really small clan containing only one Oja and two vassals. They currently reside at the borders of the Shima Clan with a small farm.
Title: Yang of the Oja
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180 lbs.
Appearance:
Occupation: Selling Dumplings and other street foods
Notable Skills:
Swordsmanship - Despite his sword's size, Kenji is remarkable with it. He can also wield regular swords with expert skill as those swords were his first and training weapons.
Martial Arts - If the opponent is not at all a threat, Kenji would not bother to brandish his sword but instead use his fists and feet to handle the problem.
Tea Brewing - No one can deny the delicious flavor of Kenji's tea whom he dutifully serves to his Master Takeshi as well as to guests and friends. Ironically, Kenji does not prefer to drink tea and would rather drink water.
Cooking - Kenji is not great at it but someone needs to make money for the Oja Clan. If there is another capable cook, he will happily let him/her have that role.
Magical Abilities:
*Kenji is innate in the arts of healing thus he could cast restoring magic on the wounded. His own wounds also heal faster than average.
*The restoration magic can also empower objects and make them more durable but not any more deadly like what Kenji does to his weapon to block attacks.
Familiars: N/A
Ki Techniques/Powers: N/A
Weapons:
Other Gear:
=Survival kit (Hunting knife, tools for trapping)
=Tea set
=Money pouch
Personality:
Kenji has a friendly and polite personality and places more importance in the relationship between the humans and the spirits, like the main viewpoint of the Shima Clan and the spear opposite of his fellow adviser, Shinja Harada, who does not believe in such fantasies and focuses more on the politics of Baji.
As his title suggests, Kenji believes in peace and prefers not to fight especially over trivial things. He also respects the spirits and gods of Baji and offers what he could at temples and prays for favors. He does not take it well if these temples are badmouthed, like his rival Shinja usually does, or desecrated or destroyed.
Many people point out his strange wish of meeting the more exotic population of Baji.
Brief history:
Kenji is the childhood friend of Takeshi Oja and after they grew up, Oja's faithful servant. The Oja clan was not a powerful clan but definitely not weak as their military is powerful enough to deal with bandits and Oni raiders who attack their villages with impunity. However, they were not powerful enough to defend their lands against the rising clans and in mere months, the clan was no more. At least, their power was no more.
Survivors of the Oja Clan, including Kenji, fled to the lands of the Shima Clan and, while not joining the Shima, settled there and made friendly ties with the Shima. There Kenji grew up with his future Lord and took an interest in the Spirit World and became more engrossed with the dealings with the spirits instead of the growing conflict between the clans of Baji, something that is constantly pointed out by his fellow servant Shinja Harada who wants to restore the Oja Clan and surviving the inevitable war.
His Lord Takeshi, on the other hand, is very neutral who seem to be content in living the way they are now. While that is not preferable by Kenji, it was certainly better than Shinja's advising of taking power and joining the conflict.
Other:
Takeshi Oja, the last Oja
Shinja Harada, Yin of the Oja</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
This was exciting. Everything was exciting. The Shima Daimyo could only make things even more exciting as a speech was given about his deepest gratitude and as everything could only be hyped up even more, knowing they were going to be the clan's biggest hope to get the relics returned just made everything feel amazing. If there was a way to describe Gin right now it would be anxious, finding the excitement to be oddly overwhelming as time went on. If there wasn't food during the ceremony there probably would've been little to stop him from feeling nerve-stricken over what he had to do despite his deepest desire to find what was stolen from them. To hear the Shima Daimyo to give them such high praises and hearing not a peep about what he and some of his team were made everything so much better, finally given peace from terrible looks and words the first time in his life.
To be the shortest half-Oni of the group was going to be tough on Gin. He had a lot of competition even if there was nothing to win other than the respect of his peers. He must hold a lot of trust if he was given this chance regarding his appearance, but he shouldn't have to care about that right now. Feeling proud with shaky knees he eased up after Lord Shima granted them time to get ready. Giving a quick bow before his attention turned to the rest of the group. This was going to be quite the tough journey even with his strength and durability, his trust that these people would allow him to protect them resting on the hope that they didn't underestimate him.
Adjusting his cloak gently he brushed his shoulders down, letting out a sigh before turning towards the one named Jiang Baji. He was quick to familiarise himself with the group, giving them his praise and confidence he could protect them in return. Smiling hopefully up at him, he searched his words for their true meaning, his smile slowly fading before he let out a grunt as his hair was ruffled. What a great first impression that was: it sounded like the guy didn't know what he offered on the table at all. He'll show him height didn't matter, show him he was more than just determined to do what everyone else was hoping to do too.
Snorting as he adjusted his messy hair into something a little less messy, Gin was back on his way to victory. He didn't have anything to ask the Daimyo, he knew what he had to do and was well prepared for it; however, the only thing he didn't know was whether this group really was compatible with each other. He would soon see for himself. He will show everyone what he is made of, in the end. Everyone will be singing his praises once he returns and everyone will see half-Oni were not dumb brutes inferior to both Oni and Human, especially when there was so many of his kind in the group.</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Though it contributed to her reputation as an outsider separated from the clan's customs, someone not truly to be trusted as an elder in the village, Metou normally stayed on the outskirts of festivities. It may have been her upbringing and subsequent banishment from a village that frowned upon anything excitable, but Metou was always uncomfortable in an energetic crowd. Unfortunately, shying away wasn't an option at this particular festival. As a volunteer to recover Shima's stolen relic, Metou was now one of the guests of honor. Metou wore her nicest eyepatch just for the occasion, adorned with crow feathers.
When it came time to address the lord, Metou made her way towards the others, each step of hers requiring the aid of her walking stick and loudly slapping together the bottles she hung on her body. She ignored how the others returned Lord Shima's words, as she had to focus on what to say herself. Metou only found herself snappy in a conversation when she needed to lie, giving respect wasn't one of her strong suits. 'Whatever you say, don't tell him you'll 'keep an eye' on everyone else,' Metou told herself sternly. Instead she answered, "I'm honored that you accept my aid, Lord Shima. It is always my pleasure to serve our clan in times of crisis." She vowed to at least make sure that the Lord's seal was not abused in their representative duties.
One of her allies in this endeavor began addressing each of the members of the group individually. Now that was a ritual Metou definitely did not plan on involving herself in, but she appreciated his words of praise, especially when she say how Yuudai responded. When Jiang asked for her wisdom, Metou could only chuckle. She never thought about herself as wise, no matter how many people thought of her as an elder or a teacher. Only when Jiang moved to talk to the half-oni next to her did something Jiang said sink in. 'What does he mean I'll see the end of this journey?' Metou thought with a twisted and puzzled look on her face. 'Does this cur think I can't handle myself? Or that my life is too short for a long trip like this?'
Metou glanced an eye up at Gin, who also seemed to receive a bit of a backhanded compliment. The half-oni stood about a head over the old woman. "Don't worry, you still tower over at least one person here," Metou said, hoping to lift his spirits. Of course, Metou was about half a foot taller when she was younger, and she was embarking on this journey to find an opportunity to exercise her magic. Metou hoped her words weren't just setting Gin up for a fall later on.</s>
<|message|>Nana Fujimoto
Blah blah blah, boring. It's not like Nana would listen to those speeches anyways, she got the gist; Save the world, do the thing, whatever. Hey, but what was interesting were those vases, and how useful they would be on her journey, my she could do anything with a vase; Hold things in it, use it for... Things... But would she be able to fit it in her bags? She had enough souvenirs as it was, but one could never have enough.
"Wha-" She snapped out of her daze and simply rested her gaze upon Jiang, the Dog. "Hah!" Nana raised a thumb and gave him a large toothy grin. "Hell yeah dude, I'm totally going to agree to whatever you just said." The young girl nodded, chuckling lightly as she then glanced over at the others who gave him slack for his comments. 'I have no idea what that guy just fucking said'. That thought crossed her mind, yet she simply smiled and waved. Yeah, she'd be better off by just smiling and waving.
This little celebration was fun and all, however Nana would much rather get a head start on their little journey. She seemed to be placed in good hands, everyone had a specified job, or background to aid them in their travels. So in a way, they were all well endowed.
"Yup yup yup." Nana chimed, butting in on their conversation even if she did understand very little of what they were talking about. She might as well dabble among them for awhile until they actually start doing things. Important things. "Height and stuff, and a lot of words. Yeah." Ever so slowly she attempted to weasel her way in.</s>
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<|message|>Kenji Takeda
Kenji had never felt so honored in his life. Nor has he felt so much fear. All of Shima treated the fellowship as if they were heroes, a ceremony for them was thrown and they were given utmost respect by all of Shima, even the nobles. The Daimyo himself gave a speech that he and the entirety of Shima Clan would be eternally grateful for them and that he will always be willing to help the heroes in any way he can. While those were words of encouragement, it only served to add weight on the responsibility that sat comfortably on Kenji's shoulders. Nonetheless, Kenji was more than honored that he would be partaking in a journey that meant something crucial about the relationship between the Spirit World and the Mortal World.
However, he was worried about his clan, especially Shinja Harada. That technology-embracing warrior was always ambitious, ever bugging Lord Oja about the human conflicts of Baji. Kenji would not be surprised if he was to spark a rebellion and take Lord Shima's throne for the Oja, if not take it for himself and rejoin the main conflict in Baji. Fortunately, his Lord Takeshi was wise enough not to take Shinja's words too seriously so Kenji has faith that Lord Oja would keep Shinja on a leash.
Kenji's thoughts were interrupted when a man of blue clothing placed a hand on his shoulder and grinned.
Kenji recognized this man. This was Jiang Baji, the Dog of Shima. "I shall, Sir Baji." Kenji was not sure why he has a demeaning title. He was certainly not an evil person. Maybe it is actually a complimentary title? Whatever the reason may be, the answer will elude Kenji for now. Jiang proceeded to greet the rest of the fellowship before getting into a hassle with the half-Oni Yuudai Wakahisa. A skilled person, great at the mystic arts and at the kitchen. She would make a great wife. Kenji blushed lightly at the weird thoughts he suddenly had. Surely there was--
"Found you, Kenji." A familiar, gruff voice called out to him. Kenji turned and found a man in yellow samurai armor, two katana sheathes on his waist and held a large sword wrapped in cloth. The Yang wanted to smack his face at the mistake he made and the glory he gave. "You forgot this."
Shinja gave Kenji's large and broad sword. "...Thank you." Kenji reluctantly said.
"At first I thought you were delusional enough to not need weapons and only your gods." Shinja said his usual banter. "But then Lord Oja sent me with that. Said he knew you were nervous about all this." It seems Kenji will have to thank his Lord. Though if Lord Takeshi knew he would be nervous, why was he sent then?
"Just don't try anything funny while I'm away, Shinja." Kenji warned.
"Or what? Your gods will strike me with lightning?" Shinja retorted. "Whatever. I won't okay? That Tenzin guy is too much too handle anyway." Shinja whispered the last words. "No promises though." The Yin said his last words before walking away.
Kenji let out a sigh. He hoped Lord Takeshi would keep that leas tight.</s>
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<|description|>Kenji Takeda
Clan: Oja - a really small clan containing only one Oja and two vassals. They currently reside at the borders of the Shima Clan with a small farm.
Title: Yang of the Oja
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180 lbs.
Appearance:
Occupation: Selling Dumplings and other street foods
Notable Skills:
Swordsmanship - Despite his sword's size, Kenji is remarkable with it. He can also wield regular swords with expert skill as those swords were his first and training weapons.
Martial Arts - If the opponent is not at all a threat, Kenji would not bother to brandish his sword but instead use his fists and feet to handle the problem.
Tea Brewing - No one can deny the delicious flavor of Kenji's tea whom he dutifully serves to his Master Takeshi as well as to guests and friends. Ironically, Kenji does not prefer to drink tea and would rather drink water.
Cooking - Kenji is not great at it but someone needs to make money for the Oja Clan. If there is another capable cook, he will happily let him/her have that role.
Magical Abilities:
*Kenji is innate in the arts of healing thus he could cast restoring magic on the wounded. His own wounds also heal faster than average.
*The restoration magic can also empower objects and make them more durable but not any more deadly like what Kenji does to his weapon to block attacks.
Familiars: N/A
Ki Techniques/Powers: N/A
Weapons:
Other Gear:
=Survival kit (Hunting knife, tools for trapping)
=Tea set
=Money pouch
Personality:
Kenji has a friendly and polite personality and places more importance in the relationship between the humans and the spirits, like the main viewpoint of the Shima Clan and the spear opposite of his fellow adviser, Shinja Harada, who does not believe in such fantasies and focuses more on the politics of Baji.
As his title suggests, Kenji believes in peace and prefers not to fight especially over trivial things. He also respects the spirits and gods of Baji and offers what he could at temples and prays for favors. He does not take it well if these temples are badmouthed, like his rival Shinja usually does, or desecrated or destroyed.
Many people point out his strange wish of meeting the more exotic population of Baji.
Brief history:
Kenji is the childhood friend of Takeshi Oja and after they grew up, Oja's faithful servant. The Oja clan was not a powerful clan but definitely not weak as their military is powerful enough to deal with bandits and Oni raiders who attack their villages with impunity. However, they were not powerful enough to defend their lands against the rising clans and in mere months, the clan was no more. At least, their power was no more.
Survivors of the Oja Clan, including Kenji, fled to the lands of the Shima Clan and, while not joining the Shima, settled there and made friendly ties with the Shima. There Kenji grew up with his future Lord and took an interest in the Spirit World and became more engrossed with the dealings with the spirits instead of the growing conflict between the clans of Baji, something that is constantly pointed out by his fellow servant Shinja Harada who wants to restore the Oja Clan and surviving the inevitable war.
His Lord Takeshi, on the other hand, is very neutral who seem to be content in living the way they are now. While that is not preferable by Kenji, it was certainly better than Shinja's advising of taking power and joining the conflict.
Other:
Takeshi Oja, the last Oja
Shinja Harada, Yin of the Oja</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
*Gulp - Gulp - Gulp*
"AH!"
Yuudai gave off a relieved sigh as she pulled the chilled sake jug from her lips, the refreshing taste of the fruity sake was just what she needed to calm down after what happened with the lord. Thankfully its alcohol content was pretty damn low, thanks to her making sure that it was given the stories that her mother always told her about Oni becoming addicted to it. However right now she felt like she needed a stronger drink seeing how everyone was treating them; bowing as they passed, saying goodbye as if they were being sent off to their deaths and even faces of worry that they would fail to bring back anything at all.
Thankfully she did not have time to dwell on the matter as it seemed their guide had shown up, and with their supplies in tow as well. He seemed pretty laid back when she first saw him, his style of clothing showing thta of pretty well, but all at once it seemed like he tried answering questions he got all the time. Given his relation to the Naji clan she suspected that he likely got that a lot. Attaching the sake jug to her side and lifting the hunk of iron she called a sword she moved towards the little convoy they had going. "First things first, I think we should head to the near by town of Uta or Ru to check the leads. They had to have stayed somewhere right?" she peered back to the others for their opinions but she did introduce herself to Takumi "I am Yuudai Wakahisa by the way."</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Baji stood there and listened to the man's introduction, it was great to have a guide to help them get through this journey. After hearing Yuudai's suggestions, he began walking around in circles scratching his head and tapping his chin. Jiang was weighing out all possibilities, one wrong decision and that could cause them the whole mission. "Uta is another village belonging to Shima. Maybe they would go there if there was something else worth stealing. Ru is a place where we have no jurisdiction, there may be similar treasures worth stealing to them and thus would be their next target...however, if they know or even suspect that we are onto their trail then they would expect us to either go to Uta since it would be easier to get people to cooperate with the search and we would have a better chance of knowing who doesn't belong there or expect us to go to Ru because that would be the obvious choice of where they would flee...but they could expect us to know all of this already and take the obvious escape route, expecting us to expect them to take the less obvious one."
In the midst of his verbal brainstorming he was instinctively posing and stretching around the area. Jiang Baji stopped moving and stood in one spot on one foot with that knee slightly bent and the other leg off the ground with it's ankle resting on the other knee as if he was making a figure 4 and leaning forward. He thought some more until he came with a bright idea, or at least a good question to ask their guide. "Aha! Takumi, I am Jiang Baji, The Dog of Shima and I have a question for you! Surely as a guide you and your brethren have been approached and employed by shady individuals who wish to disappear without a trace! Are there any places, any roads or hidden byways that a criminal or anyone may take around here if they wished to disappear discreetly without a trace?" He didn't know if there was such a place, but if it existed then it may be worth giving that a try, maybe that's what the thieves decided, to take an unknown route so we would be behind regardless of where we went. "If not then I say that we check Ru, if they didn't go there yet, then they may be a target in the future if they have something similarly valuable."</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin didn't know if he was enjoying this yet when there wasn't all that much talking going on in their first trek out, but then again none of them really talked to him so when he was not talking it may as well be silence. They probably should talk more given what they were supposed to be doing, but he didn't really feel like talking to anyone anyway. Following after everyone he stopped when they stopped but didn't see the reason for it, only hearing why they did until he moved out from behind the others. It was some strange man, it seemed, probably the guide they were told about. What a strange man, at least considering the guy talked a lot and seemed to ramble on about something probably important. He didn't care much, he just wanted to keep going and finally get to the fighting part and show off how good he was with his blade.
Looking to each side he let out a sigh as Jiang decided to take the lead in talking a whole lot not, his attention soon dropping away again as he went on with one of his long speeches. This was going to be a drag if he was going to do this every single time he met someone new. Letting him ramble on in his own dramatic way he looked back to him, waiting for him to finish up; however, instead of finishing up he instead decided it was time to introduce himself after so long. Thinking maybe he could finally introduce himself he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could so much as get a breath out Jiang decided to talk up again. Growling lowly he gave him an angry glare before huffing, looking away for a moment before quickly speaking up the moment Jiang stopped chattering. "I-I'm Gin, by the way! There's other people aside from him and…uhh…her", he spoke quickly, looking quickly to Yuudai before sighing, "I'm Gin the Halfling, or whatever. You don't have to take his advice if you don't want to regarding routes…"</s>
<|message|>Takumi Dakun
Takumi smiled as he looked up at the Half-Oni, making sure to give a bow to her directly since she introduced herself. He made a mental note of where she wanted to go, and began to go over possible paths to each in his head, as Baji began to give a long explanation for what he thought of each location. This guy was talking way to much as far as Takumi was concerned, thinking way too hard about the possibilities of what they know or don't know. He was more used to people just quickly deciding where to go or already knowing beforehand. He was about to simply go introduce himself to someone else, when Baji had a question for him mixed into an introduction. It was a fair enough question, though he wasn't too keen on tacking paths specifically used by criminals.
"W-" he was about to talk when suddenly a smaller odd looking boy spoke up, causing him to look down and tilt his head some. The boy looked a bit young, but it wouldn't be the first time he had to escort a child to where he would later die so he didn't comment on it and just mentally sighed. "Hello Gin. Yes I planned to speak to the others as well but your friends happened to speak up to first, especially Jiang. As for the routes it's up to all of you really, whatever you decide is what I'll do. I'm here to take you where you need to go after all. If you have an idea of your own, just speak up and make your voice heard." He smiled before turning back to Jiang.
"Yes I do know of places such as those, paths used by various individuals and groups who I'd rather not run into. If we are searching those areas for whoever you are after, you may want to make sure with the others first. Many people wouldn't take kindly to you snooping around if they happen to be trying to escape from somewhere at that same moment. They often have scouts and stuff watching out to make sure the wrong people don't end up finding out about such places. Hell I'd be at risk at just taking you if I didn't check out the area ahead of time." He figured it was more likely to run into bandit gangs going down those paths, likely counting loot in a hideout nearby or watching out for bounty hunters and the like.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Jiang Baji was more offended by the half-hearted introduction than he was by the passive aggression from Gin. Jiang's eyes were wide open and staring down at his friend when he heard him say whatever after introducing himself and immediately jumped in to correct him after Takumi was done speaking once more. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Gin, you can't do that, man! You gotta sell yourself! You have speak valiantly and with pride in your title!" Jiang moved behind his buddy, lifting him up and putting him on his shoulders like his kid brother. "Now we say "I'm Gin The Halfling, greatest blacksmith in all of Shima and soon to be all of Baji!" We'll working on your posing moves later." The azure warrior placed his friend down and got more serious as he put all of his focus on to Takumi's response. It was a possible route but it was very dangerous compared to the other two and they would have no help from Shima villages, nor we they have the righteous advantage of the law aiding them in a non-Shima territory. The group would more than likely be outnumbered if they were to go down that route and he wasn't sure if they would be capable of fighting together in order to preserve one another's life. "Well, I would hate to ask you to do something that you would rather not do. I'm not sure if we would be able to make it through if we get into a fight, but I like our odds so long as those two are by our side." He said, nodding his head towards Yuudai and Gin. Jiang then turns to his allies and asks for their input. "This is a group decision, going that third route seems to be potentially risking our lives. If anyone is against it, then I say we don't go at all. How do you all feel?" He asked while looking at his friends and awaiting their valued opinions.</s>
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<|message|>Kenji Takeda
A quick-written farewell letter. That was all Lord Oja had to bid farewell to his vassal Kenji. The Yang was not at all displeased about this. His Lord was never a man of words, always keeping it forward and blunt in both oral and written. "Tell Lord Oja farewell as well." Kenji ordered the Oja messenger. "And to pray for our success." The messenger bowed and went on his way just as Kenji did along with his compatriots. The village also bid them farewell, some believing they were a lost cause while some believing they will return in one piece. Kenji really preferred the latter.
In time, the guide had appeared and introduced himself as Takumi of the Kunteki Clan. He was from Naji but assured the group that will not get in the way of his job. Yuudai was the first to speak up then Jiang then the halfling Gin. Their conversation was mainly about where to search first and the three routes include the Shima village Uta, the village of Ru or the bandits' route. The third one was no doubt dangerous and so Jiang and Takumi turned to the others for the group's decision.
"If I may," Kenji spoke up. "We already know the village of Uta may be helpful since likely everyone there would cooperate with our search. However, the thieves may know this and so might not go there at all... or they could and use magic to properly conceal themselves. The village of Ru, on the other hand, is their logical choice to flee since it is outside Shima influence. The villagers there, however, may require more to cooperate or they may be in agreement with the thieves' not to reveal their location."
"The third route, while dangerous, may provide the most information since it is bandits and vagabonds who are most knowledgeable in the latest gossips of plots and schemes." Kenji finished. "Or so I believe. I am merely relaying my thoughts and I could be wrong in everything I said."</s>
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<|description|>Kenji Takeda
Clan: Oja - a really small clan containing only one Oja and two vassals. They currently reside at the borders of the Shima Clan with a small farm.
Title: Yang of the Oja
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Race: Human
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180 lbs.
Appearance:
Occupation: Selling Dumplings and other street foods
Notable Skills:
Swordsmanship - Despite his sword's size, Kenji is remarkable with it. He can also wield regular swords with expert skill as those swords were his first and training weapons.
Martial Arts - If the opponent is not at all a threat, Kenji would not bother to brandish his sword but instead use his fists and feet to handle the problem.
Tea Brewing - No one can deny the delicious flavor of Kenji's tea whom he dutifully serves to his Master Takeshi as well as to guests and friends. Ironically, Kenji does not prefer to drink tea and would rather drink water.
Cooking - Kenji is not great at it but someone needs to make money for the Oja Clan. If there is another capable cook, he will happily let him/her have that role.
Magical Abilities:
*Kenji is innate in the arts of healing thus he could cast restoring magic on the wounded. His own wounds also heal faster than average.
*The restoration magic can also empower objects and make them more durable but not any more deadly like what Kenji does to his weapon to block attacks.
Familiars: N/A
Ki Techniques/Powers: N/A
Weapons:
Other Gear:
=Survival kit (Hunting knife, tools for trapping)
=Tea set
=Money pouch
Personality:
Kenji has a friendly and polite personality and places more importance in the relationship between the humans and the spirits, like the main viewpoint of the Shima Clan and the spear opposite of his fellow adviser, Shinja Harada, who does not believe in such fantasies and focuses more on the politics of Baji.
As his title suggests, Kenji believes in peace and prefers not to fight especially over trivial things. He also respects the spirits and gods of Baji and offers what he could at temples and prays for favors. He does not take it well if these temples are badmouthed, like his rival Shinja usually does, or desecrated or destroyed.
Many people point out his strange wish of meeting the more exotic population of Baji.
Brief history:
Kenji is the childhood friend of Takeshi Oja and after they grew up, Oja's faithful servant. The Oja clan was not a powerful clan but definitely not weak as their military is powerful enough to deal with bandits and Oni raiders who attack their villages with impunity. However, they were not powerful enough to defend their lands against the rising clans and in mere months, the clan was no more. At least, their power was no more.
Survivors of the Oja Clan, including Kenji, fled to the lands of the Shima Clan and, while not joining the Shima, settled there and made friendly ties with the Shima. There Kenji grew up with his future Lord and took an interest in the Spirit World and became more engrossed with the dealings with the spirits instead of the growing conflict between the clans of Baji, something that is constantly pointed out by his fellow servant Shinja Harada who wants to restore the Oja Clan and surviving the inevitable war.
His Lord Takeshi, on the other hand, is very neutral who seem to be content in living the way they are now. While that is not preferable by Kenji, it was certainly better than Shinja's advising of taking power and joining the conflict.
Other:
Takeshi Oja, the last Oja
Shinja Harada, Yin of the Oja</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
He just sighed and lowered his head. Though it shouldn't be, but it was completely believable that she wasn't listening to him or taking the time to comprehend what he was saying and why. "There lies a part of the problem, it's your ego. One day it will get you killed, it almost got you killed today. Are you fine with meeting her after the negotiations are over. I've done enough begging today, but I will beg once more. Let me do this, let me prove myself to Shima and help me save the people of Ru. I'm not as strong as you, I'm not as durable, I can't support and heal people like Kenji, but I know that I can speak, I know that I can persuade others. If I fail tomorrow then I won't say another word and take myself out of all future decisions and follow whatever you all think is the best course of action."
There was absolutely no way that these two could stand side by side and speak in harmony with one another at this current time. Sending them both or sending anyone else, for that matter would only complicate things. The entire group couldn't agree on anything, so why would they be able to agree this subject. He had no problem with them meeting her, he planned on introducing the group to her so she would know who they all were.</s>
<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Six? There were six more people on the job? Tetsuya couldn't help but feel a touch deflated hearing that, surprised that so many others had been chosen. He had felt special honestly when he'd been assigned the task, hoping it might be a chance to do some good for his Lord and perhaps even show him gratitude for taking him in by solving this crime. In retrospect it was a foolish thing to hope for, there was so much ground to cover and he was inexperienced, but still... Looking between Yuudai and Jiang as they spoke he couldn't keep from frowning, surprised that people who were having such a hard time getting along were assigned to the same job. Whatever petty squabbles they were having should be put aside, they had an important job to do and couldn't waste time bickering over who got to go and speak with who. Mentally rolling his eyes he looked away from the pair, turning back only when Jiang spoke to him.
"I... Already spoke with Lady Ru, so there's no need for you to go and do it again. She agreed to keep an eye out here in Ru, but that's about all she said she could do," Tetsuya explained. If they continued to pester the woman he worried they might lose her support, and seeing as she was their only informant right now he'd hate for that to happen. If these two were going to have a pissing contest and attempt to outdo one another then he would do his best to keep them away, though he hadn't the faintest idea how he might accomplish such a feat. Yuudai could quite literally manhandle him if she so chose to, and while he didn't know much about Jiang he hardly wished to cross swords with the man. Hearing Yuudai only further pressing the matter. Groaning under his breath he put his head in his hands, lifting it abruptly when the Oni mentioned someone else being here.
"Huh? Oh, there was no one else here! No one that I saw!" Tetsuya said hastily, shaking his head as he waved his hands, "I mean... There were her guards and all, but no one else. No Clan leaders or dignitaries or anything like that. Just me, Lady Ru and some guards, that's all!" If these two were to confront Princess Naji he couldn't see anything good come of it, worried one or the other might mouth off or say something out of line. They were here on Lord Shima's behalf, and if they were going to argue like two children then neither of them had any business talking with someone so important to their mission. Hoping to change the subject he smiled meekly, getting up to his feet and shuffling over to the door, "How's about we go ahead and get some dinner, hm? They must have some good food here, what do you say? I'll even buy!"</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
Yuudai's normal look turned slightly sharper when the boy dared to speak of ego to her and something finally snapped inside of her after all that happened today and sadly they were in the firing line. "Ego?... You dare speak of ego oh speaker of Shima? Oh Dog of Shima?" Stepping forward she uncrossed her arms, making sure to make herself as open as possible, a move in body language used to taunt as if saying 'you are no threat to me'
"Despite the fact that I have have been working for Shima longer, and have grown up having to deal with people in high standing because of my work, I allowed you to try and prove yourself, to become what you call 'the voice of Shima' and yet despite my humble request to simply stand there and watch you brush me off like nothing. Because I am a women? A half oni? A person? It doesn't matter the reason but make sure you know what you are talking about before even opening your mouth child."
Each of her movements and words were meant to sting but nothing more, nothing deep rooted and she knew just how to say it with negotiation tricks that one would not expect of someone like her. "So petty." She sighed, relaxing only a little bit before turning towards the door, not even bothering to listen to what he had to say, because that way her words would be the forefront of the boys mind. "Also I heard that groan before Tetsu..." She had slight disappointment in her eyes but she had enough by this point and started to head out past Kenji "It is clear you wont get anywhere if you have to listen to reason so I will leave it to you boys and be the bigger person and leave." With that she would just leave without answering them she had enough of their petty arguments and round about ways of doing things.
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Making her way back towards the main part of the Inn she let out a sigh "So frustrated~ I need a nice girl to keep me company for the night" She muttered to herself as she came to a stop to overlook the Inn, though she would also pass Gin and Metou without even noticing as she went to look outside for any nice looking girls that wanted a escort that night, after all she would like one that caught her eye.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Jiang thought to himself, "Yes, I'm so sexist that I don't think that a woman can speak with another woman." after hearing her accusations on why he thinks she wouldn't work well with him. She was already contradicting herself and her words, but he kept his mouth shut and not let this drag on any further. Soon, she left the room and Baji just shrugged his shoulders and came in closer to the group and continued their discussion. Tetsuya was being secretive of who was already here, Jiang had heard from Takumi but he wasn't going to out him. "Relax, whoever it is and whoever knows about it is sure to have a valid reason to keep it to themselves. Remember that Tetsuya, and know that we don't judge or condemn secrets kept to ensure the safety of others." After all, he planned on keeping the secret of Lady No and her daughter's involvement.
Baji then went on to continue the discussion about Ru, herself. Things weren't going to look good for either of them if all she would do is keep an eye out. Ru had to be stronger than it is right now for whatever tragedy or war that is coming to this land. Shima and Ru had to become friends and allies. "Well, we're going to need to warn Ru. Before we reached Ru, there was an attack, very skilled and elite bandits attacked a fortune teller. We saved her and as a gift she told our fortune and predicted the future. She said that the nearby villages have to prepare for a dark event to come. They must deal with their own issues if they are going to survive." His voice was as stern and authoritative as he could muster, but he wasn't speaking down to Tetsuya or trying to intimidate him. The survival of those around him was serious business. "I intend to help these people and help Shima. We will be prepared for whatever comes our way."</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin didn't know how to negotiate something like this, knowing it was right out of his field of expertise. He had no idea how to deal with other people regarding these situations, seeing them as pretty impossible to get right. Blacksmiths weren't exactly sociable with people they didn't know and even if he was adopted he still shared that trait with his guardian. He never knew who his parents were but it was obvious he didn't belong with them, even if they never outright told him. It was just obvious that someone like him didn't belong with a pair of humans who had obviously been together for as long as he could remember.
Looking to Metou when she asked him a question he gave a quick look around the inn, curious to where they all might be himself. He didn't know where they went off to but they were probably somewhere, seeing how they wouldn't leave either of them behind. Just checking to see if they possibly ended up in the inn he gasped when he heard someone else in their conversation, turning to the strange man who was rather rude to Metou. Showing his teeth at the man he soon let out a huff, folding his arms as he looked back to Metou. That was rather rude and a bit silly too, seeing how they were visitors and threatening them like that didn't give this place a very good name.
"Uhh…charismatic? I don't think I'm that word", he spoke as he looked around himself again, "I guess so, though…uhh, what do you want me to do? I don't do good without guidance…" He didn't join this quest to end up trying to make decisions that could probably end with him being left behind, that was the last thing he wanted. He knew he might end up getting separated if he so much as looked away from the others for two minutes. "Maybe we should just ask a guard…besides, they would probably notice another half-Oni walking around, right?"</s>
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<|message|>Kenji Takeda
From what Kenji could comprehend, the conversation about who was to meet the leader of Ru turned into a rather sour argument between Jiang and Yuudai, the former not liking to be accompanied and the latter having a problem with that. The Neko tried to calm the situation down but Kenji could only stare and keep quiet, not knowing how to exactly defuse the heated argument. In the end, Yuudai stormed out of the room and left the three men in the Neko's room.
Jiang continued the discussion and told an edited truth to Tetsuya regarding the dark future all of Baji were to face. While Kenji could see the reasons for secrecy, there was a flaw that might bite them in the future. "Secrets kept may ensure safety, but it kills trust. And trust is something we will need in the future, yes?" He voiced out to no one in particular... or maybe everyone in the room.
"But enough about these secrets, Mister Tetsuya has already talked to Lady Ru about Shima. If so..." Kenji turned to Jiang. "I'm sure Lady Ru takes her job seriously and will do more than keep an 'eye out' despite her words." Kenji said. "However, if you insist on meeting her then I recommend you take Mister Tetsuya since he has already met Lady Ru and so will likely smooth out the meeting." He continued.
"But... that is just what I think. Feel free to ignore it entirely." From where things were going, Kenji had a feeling things were not going to be peachy. Perhaps this was the reason his Lord Oja was not very proactive?</s>
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<|description|>Tetsuya Ueno
Clan: Shima Clan, originally of the Ueno clan
Title: The Shima Knight
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Neko(mimi)
Height: 5'8" (176cm)
Weight: 146 lbs
Appearance:
Occupation: Lord's Guard, painter (albeit not very good).
Notable Skills: Having studied swordsmanship from both within Baji and abroad, Tetsuya has command of a few different styles of swordplay. His most readily used, as indicated by his typical garb, is that of a "knight". He employs both a longsword and a shield in battle effectively, and can use the latter even as a weapon if need be. Likewise he is able to wield a katana if need be, but to far lesser success than with a longsword.
Magical Abilities: Tetsuya has the ability to use his magic as another shield as well, forming a slight barrier around himself. Using this renders him immobile however and does not provide a complete 360 degrees of protection; flanking him is the best way around this.
Familiars: N/A
Ki Techniques/powers:
Push; Using his shield, Tetsuya can make an extension of himself and, while pushing his shield forward, creates a small force to knock away anything in front of him. Used namely to put distance between himself and the enemy when he needs to catch his breath. Not very useful on larger enemies or anyone who's strong enough to withstand the hit.
Weapons: Steel Longsword, Steel kite shield
Other Gear:
- Water pouch
- Small pack, containing a bit of bandages, some herbs to help relieve pain and a broken compass -- a memento of his parents.
Personality: Tetsuya is a soft-spoken boy, when he rarely does speak. He is perceptive, and while he may not voice his opinion on something he watches what is around him diligently. Above all else he is loyal to the Shima Lord, and does not take slights to the man kindly. Determined to fulfill his Lord's wish to protect Shima, perhaps to a fault, he is unwavering in his position to do what is best for his clan. In most things he views the world as black and white; good and evil. His ideology of the world living in peace pushes him ironically to fight, and he argues that the only way to achieve everlasting peace is to put aggressors in their place. In some views an ideal guard, he is not without faults.
Tetsuya's black and white view of the world leads to naivete, and he can be a bit brash in acting. While he is well versed in swordplay he's never bothered to learn much else, leaving him a bit clueless in some other respects. In a way, being a guard is all he knows. He also has a slight discontent towards more modern weapons, thinking they are a cowardly, inhumane way of taking a life. If one is to take a life in war then it should be personal, not from dozens or hundreds of feet away.
Brief history: Tetsuya is the son of a Neko fisherman and a human woman. His mother, a resident of Shima, would meet his father Umenka during a routine trading in the city; Hidori worked for a trading company, helping to maintain catalogs and keep track of inventory. The two eventually hit it off and, inevitably, Hidori would become pregnant. During her pregnancy she was brought back to Umenka's place of birth, and in the village Tetsuya would be born.
For the first few years of his life the family remained in Umenka's village, with Hidori picking up the same profession only for a Neko trading company. Their settlement, consisting of nekos and humans alike, proved to be an excellent raising ground for their young child. Being a Nekomimi may well have seen Tetsuya be made fun of quite a lot elsewhere, but here he was accepted. In lieu of everything working well for the family they would eventually move, as the company in which Umenka was employed wanted to open a foreign post, and they meant to send the family there to help.
Almost immediately upon arriving and settling down, Tetsuya and his parents noticed an immediate change of atmosphere. Whereas the Neko homeland was relatively untouched by war this place reeked of it, with soldiers passing through and the occasional news of a battle breaking out being commonplace. Fearing for their child's safety the two deliberated upon sending him away, wishing to send him somewhere to be free from the threat of war. With very few possibilities they near gave up, until a trader from Shima passed through and learned of their pleas. Seeing their only chance, Umenka and Hidori begged the man to take their son, and with a bit of convincing he finally relented.
Tetsuya had little knowledge of anything going to Shima, having never been taught any kind of trade or receiving a real education. He could write, read, knew some basics, but that was about it. Seeing the difficulty in assigning the boy to any real job the trader offered him over to the Lord's men, suggesting they train him as a guard. Even at a young age, now seven years old, he could appreciate what was going on around him. Having little personal say in the matter he was brought off to train, eventually learning the way of the sword from the Lord's guard. Through the years he worked to refine and personalize his training, and today he's become a perfectly capable, if somewhat inexperienced guard.
Other: Learned some magic from other Neko, but not very well versed in it at all.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
It was looking like the majority of the group had either never taken a life before or haven't done it in ages. Baji wasn't so sure on how capable they were all going to be now after that revelation. Hesitation to go as far as needed when it came to self-preservation and the preservation of the group would be their downfall. He was about to give a few pointers on how to kill someone until the old crow asked them to stop moving. Jiang Baji thought she needed some rest so he reached for their water supply to hand to Metou but she was doing something else entirely. A jar with an eyeball inside? What kind of weird stuff was this lady into?! Then she had the unmitigated gall to put it in her empty socket, and Jiang was completely lost until that magical gust surrounded her. He still had no idea what was going on but it was quite interesting to see.
Once the transformation was done, she was gone, well, the old crow was gone and a new younger crow was here with two eyes, nonetheless. The Dog of Shima walked over, circling her and looking around in the sky, under the Rontu and anywhere else his eyes may wander. "The old crow is gone and you're here! You're young! Wow that was so cool!" The azure warrior was honestly surprised and impressed by this feat, but quickly calmed down when she requested to keep this ability on the hush-hush. They started moving again and Jiang went back to his original thoughts. Taking a deep breath, he began to speak on his opinions about taking a life.
"I'm going to be honest with you guys, from my experience, killing someone boils down to so many different factors and variables. You all are going to have to ask yourself these questions as our quest continues and accept the fact now that we will more than likely see death. One: The most important question to ask yourself is "Will I or an ally die if I don't kill them?" If the answer is yes then we should always go for the throat. We should always choose us over them. Two: Have we been ordered to kill by an authority that we acknowledge and answer to? If so then you have to discard all of your personal feelings and carry out your task. Three: They are at my mercy, would they show me any if it were the other way around? The answer to that one doesn't always directly affect your decision. Just because they are not as merciful as you does not mean that they deserve to die so long as you believe that they will change or never pursue you. Four: This is the most important question you need to ask yourself so pay attention if you've tuned me out already! What changes if I kill this person. This is doubly important while we are traveling as the voice and will of Lord Tenzin Shima. Anyone we kill is in his name and ultimately the blood is on his hands. Anyone that we spare is in his name. If we punch a merchant in the face, then it's in his name. We are his judgment in physical form while we are traveling. If we kill someone of another clan then that can be seen as an act of war or transgression. If you spare a bandit then that bandit may kill a child or daimyo later. If you kill someone, they may be linked to a powerful official and word will travel and make us their enemy. If you spare someone from a rival clan or even a neutral clan then our relations with them may improve...well except for the Ina Clan, screw those savages." There were more points and questions that should be asked, but he covered the major ones and hoped that the team would look past his extravagant and eccentric personality, and really absorb what he had to say on the subject.</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
"Wow...."
Yuudai stood there in stunned silence as the old crow before her transformed into a younger version of herself, a power to turn back the clock that no doubt almost everyone wished they had. She was sure it had to have a downside, as one of the many questions floating around in her head was "How come you don't always stay like this?" Sure keeping quite about it was fine by her, but she just had to know why the old crow would stay old despite having such a ability.
Slipping her hands into her pockets the young half oni was about to head up to speak to the guide but when Jiang started his long speech on the topic of killing she decided to at least give him a listen. He made some good points about the dangers of letting people live, dangerous people that would just end up killing others if left alive. However despite all the good points he may have made Yuudai shook her head "No.. As I said, I don't need to kill." A blunt response spoken in a indifferent tone was apparently all it took for Yuudai to outright deny the guys argument.
"Feel free to continue on though, I won't stop you from finishing off our enemies"
With that she started to move away towards Takumi, clearly considering the topic closed though that is only how she saw it as others may disagree. "Hey. How long until we reach Ru? I only ask since I was wondering if I would have to cook or not before we reach there." Saved time on thinking if she knew she didn't have to anyone anything for the time being.</s>
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<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
What a delicate situation this was, and an annoying one too. Tetsuya wanted to simply ask around for any information concerning their stolen relics and yet he worried doing so might cause further problems. Did the people of Ru even know about their troubles? No doubt seeing one of Shima's guards out and about in their town raised some questions but he doubted they had put two and two together. If he was going to ask around for information then it would need to be the right people, someone he could trust; trust when it came to complete strangers was a bit difficult to come across, unfortunately. Though he sincerely doubted anyone from Ru had stolen the relics he couldn't wipe that possibility from the slate, not just yet.
The very few places that Tetsuya could think to ask around were taverns; plenty of folks came and went in these, it was only reasonably then someone might know something. Either word had spread of his causing a bit of a scene before or people were naturally wary of an outsider, whatever the case was he found it quite difficult to get anyone to talk. After coming up empty on the third attempt he had resigned to wander off a bit, try to gather his thoughts and come up with a new plan. Sitting at the banks of a small pond he stared out over the water, watching as a team of ducks swam through, pecking at whatever might be at the water's surface. Watching curiously he spotted a shadow in the water, raising his eyebrows a second later when a koi rose up to try and attack the ducks, probably trespassing on its grounds. Rather than flee the ducks began swatting and kicking at the koi, successfully driving it away and resuming their feeding as if nothing had happened.
That's what he needed, a team. Or at the very least a partner to help cover ground, as two heads were better than one. Lord Shima had stressed sending him alone in order to keep suspicion from rising, and while the young Neko respected his decision it did make his own job much more difficult. Maybe he was just going about it all wrong, maybe he could find another way to work around this issue. Where espionage was hardly his forte however Tetsuya couldn't even begin to come up with a plan. If it took much more than direct questioning it was a little beyond him, and much to his chagrin that strength didn't seem to be panning out here. For a town that was supposed to be receptive to outsiders he couldn't get much luck going for himself.
"Or maybe I'm missing something..." Tetsuya mumbled, letting out a sigh as he plucked up a stone. Reeling his arm back he tossed it into the pond, watching as it skipped a few times before sinking below the surface. "Think... The war must be effecting these people too, maybe if I can figure that much out I could help..." He had been told by other guards that sometimes you needed to do a bit of work on the side to get people talking, earn their favor in a way. While Tetsuya loathed to waste time doing menial tasks it could well be his only option to finding out what he needed to know.
"Well, won't find anything out just sitting here, I suppose." Grabbing his sword and shield from the ground beside him Tetsuya placed them onto his back again, securing them on a clip fastened to a strap that ran across his chest and back. For a moment he considered leaving the weapons behind, figuring maybe it was his having them that was making people not want to talk. Then again near everyone in Ru seemed to be trained and armed, so thinking that he might be intimidating everyone or anyone was a little absurd. Smiling slightly he shook his head, marching back up the hill leading to the pond and getting back on the road. Right... So where to next?</s>
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<|description|>Tetsuya Ueno
Clan: Shima Clan, originally of the Ueno clan
Title: The Shima Knight
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Neko(mimi)
Height: 5'8" (176cm)
Weight: 146 lbs
Appearance:
Occupation: Lord's Guard, painter (albeit not very good).
Notable Skills: Having studied swordsmanship from both within Baji and abroad, Tetsuya has command of a few different styles of swordplay. His most readily used, as indicated by his typical garb, is that of a "knight". He employs both a longsword and a shield in battle effectively, and can use the latter even as a weapon if need be. Likewise he is able to wield a katana if need be, but to far lesser success than with a longsword.
Magical Abilities: Tetsuya has the ability to use his magic as another shield as well, forming a slight barrier around himself. Using this renders him immobile however and does not provide a complete 360 degrees of protection; flanking him is the best way around this.
Familiars: N/A
Ki Techniques/powers:
Push; Using his shield, Tetsuya can make an extension of himself and, while pushing his shield forward, creates a small force to knock away anything in front of him. Used namely to put distance between himself and the enemy when he needs to catch his breath. Not very useful on larger enemies or anyone who's strong enough to withstand the hit.
Weapons: Steel Longsword, Steel kite shield
Other Gear:
- Water pouch
- Small pack, containing a bit of bandages, some herbs to help relieve pain and a broken compass -- a memento of his parents.
Personality: Tetsuya is a soft-spoken boy, when he rarely does speak. He is perceptive, and while he may not voice his opinion on something he watches what is around him diligently. Above all else he is loyal to the Shima Lord, and does not take slights to the man kindly. Determined to fulfill his Lord's wish to protect Shima, perhaps to a fault, he is unwavering in his position to do what is best for his clan. In most things he views the world as black and white; good and evil. His ideology of the world living in peace pushes him ironically to fight, and he argues that the only way to achieve everlasting peace is to put aggressors in their place. In some views an ideal guard, he is not without faults.
Tetsuya's black and white view of the world leads to naivete, and he can be a bit brash in acting. While he is well versed in swordplay he's never bothered to learn much else, leaving him a bit clueless in some other respects. In a way, being a guard is all he knows. He also has a slight discontent towards more modern weapons, thinking they are a cowardly, inhumane way of taking a life. If one is to take a life in war then it should be personal, not from dozens or hundreds of feet away.
Brief history: Tetsuya is the son of a Neko fisherman and a human woman. His mother, a resident of Shima, would meet his father Umenka during a routine trading in the city; Hidori worked for a trading company, helping to maintain catalogs and keep track of inventory. The two eventually hit it off and, inevitably, Hidori would become pregnant. During her pregnancy she was brought back to Umenka's place of birth, and in the village Tetsuya would be born.
For the first few years of his life the family remained in Umenka's village, with Hidori picking up the same profession only for a Neko trading company. Their settlement, consisting of nekos and humans alike, proved to be an excellent raising ground for their young child. Being a Nekomimi may well have seen Tetsuya be made fun of quite a lot elsewhere, but here he was accepted. In lieu of everything working well for the family they would eventually move, as the company in which Umenka was employed wanted to open a foreign post, and they meant to send the family there to help.
Almost immediately upon arriving and settling down, Tetsuya and his parents noticed an immediate change of atmosphere. Whereas the Neko homeland was relatively untouched by war this place reeked of it, with soldiers passing through and the occasional news of a battle breaking out being commonplace. Fearing for their child's safety the two deliberated upon sending him away, wishing to send him somewhere to be free from the threat of war. With very few possibilities they near gave up, until a trader from Shima passed through and learned of their pleas. Seeing their only chance, Umenka and Hidori begged the man to take their son, and with a bit of convincing he finally relented.
Tetsuya had little knowledge of anything going to Shima, having never been taught any kind of trade or receiving a real education. He could write, read, knew some basics, but that was about it. Seeing the difficulty in assigning the boy to any real job the trader offered him over to the Lord's men, suggesting they train him as a guard. Even at a young age, now seven years old, he could appreciate what was going on around him. Having little personal say in the matter he was brought off to train, eventually learning the way of the sword from the Lord's guard. Through the years he worked to refine and personalize his training, and today he's become a perfectly capable, if somewhat inexperienced guard.
Other: Learned some magic from other Neko, but not very well versed in it at all.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Things were starting to heat up and Baji was becoming more and more excited. Someone may have been waiting on them to arrive, even one was armed. The opportunity to meet their enemy, find out who's behalf they act on and deal a crushing blow to their operation if they truly were an enemy. Baji had hoped that these people were friendly though and able to help them all get further. He wasn't aware of any further aid being delivered after leaving so soon but it was a possibility. The Dog of Shima stretched out his arms and rolled his neck around in circles to loosen up his joints. This would be a group decision but he hoped everyone would see the opportunity ahead of them and move forward instead of going around to avoid conflict. Jiang Baji unsheathed his blade and pointed it forward to their destination.
"We should move forward. If they are waiting on us so patiently then we should happily oblige them. If they are friends then great, if they are enemies then even better. We beat them up, ask for information and move forward on our journey. I suggest we approach peacefully though." He then went over towards Gin and nudged him in the shoulder with his elbow to get his attention. "Hey, do you mind staying near our guide as we move forward? He may need some protection if these guys are looking to hurt us."</s>
<|message|>Kenji Takeda
The group Kenji had been traveling with was certainly not the regular kind. Though then again, they needed to be special since they were on a special mission. Its specialness increased when Metou the old Tengu used some magic involving plopping an eye into her empty eye socket which transformed her into a younger version of herself. She told everyone not to pry which and so no one did despite raising the entire group's curiosity.
Some time later, Jiang began a speech about taking other people's lives. Though he had a lot of good points, Kenji was sure that dealing death was more of a 'spur of the moment' thing than a well thought-out decision. If blood was to be shed, then it shall be shed though the Yang would prefer more peaceful outcomes, even if there was a war going on and much unrest was to be found in their journey.
Soon, Takumi the guide warned of multiple presences ahead of them. They wore unusual clothing and they could be the thieves behind the robbery of the Shima Clan's artifacts. Jiang certainly wanted to meet them and suggested to do so. Kenji thought there was little reason not to. "Agreed but we should still be careful. We do not know who they are and they are expecting us."</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
Yuudai gave a curt nod to Takumi when he told her that they would be there rather soon, which was good because she was already getting hungry by this point. She did take note of the crows that their guide interacted with, clearly being connected with him in some way, though in what way she did not know. Still they apparently made for pretty good scouts given that they could relay news to their master, and it was lucky they that had done so, otherwise they may have been in real danger.
"I agree, they are either our first lead or Ru knew we were coming, either way let us meet them"
She was alright with Baji's little plan, after all it made sense and it was not like she saw the waiting group as any kind of threat, more so given that they were not even trying to hide. However she did not agree on one little thing "You coming Gin? We can be up front if you like." Taking her hands out of her pockets she started to move forward "You are free to stay back if you wish guide. If you want you can ask one of the others for protect as well." She was clearly not making her self a option for this as even now she was moving up, after all she was not one to waste other peoples or her own time.</s>
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<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Tetsuya had no real idea how to move along with his search, only that he knew he had to. It stood to reason that someone in Ru had the information he was seeking, but actually coming across that person was going to be difficult. Stolen relics were hardly the things of common trade so anyone that had knowledge of it was probably less than reputable, and therefore most people wouldn't know of them. Its times like this he wouldn't mind having someone a little more... Knowledgeable of how the underground world worked, then perhaps he'd not be chasing ghosts. If he kept at it he was bound to stumble across something, but who knows how long that might take? When being quick about it was fair important he couldn't quite afford to wander about hoping to strike it lucky.
In the not too far distance the young Neko began to pick up an awful lot of voices, and if he wasn't mistaken the clatter of steel against stone as well. Marching troops? It sounded rhythmic so that made sense, but why were there troops moving? Was it Ru's own or was it something else? He had no personal claim in the matter but he was curious, enough so that he began to follow the sounds to try and see what it was. The swathes of people gathered along a main road was show enough of where the spectacle was, and Tetsuya had to pick his way through the crowds in order to get eyes on just what was happening. He'd expected perhaps one of the local nobility was passing through, or if he were so fortunate perhaps Lady Ru herself. What he found on the other sides of the crowd, however, was far from pleasing.
"Naji...?" Tetsuya whispered, frowning as he glanced over at the norimono. What was someone like her doing all the way out here? It was a bit odd that such an important person would show up like this, though he could hardly claim to know what went on between rulers. When the soldiers parted and the kitsune woman began to speak he couldn't help but feel a little war of what was happening. Just by nature he had to be cautious of strangers, it was basically required by his position as a guard to do so. While he may have no personal stake in Ru he did need these people's aid, and anything that might inhibit his search would be a problem. It would hardly work for him to ask them to leave, he wasn't nearly thick enough to even consider such a thing. But maybe their being here wasn't all bad, maybe he could work it to his advantage.
If the future Empress was seeking an audience with Lady Ru, and indeed she was, she was all but guaranteed to get it. Should Tetsuya be able to join the convoy then he'd surely reach the palace, and perhaps even be permitted an audience as well. Unless he had some serious claim himself to enter the palace grounds he didn't think it likely he'd see the Lady himself; Shima's badge may hold some weight, but with brigands and bandits roaming one could never be completely certain someone was who they said they were. Tetsuya decided then if he was to get in touch with Lady Ru then this was his best chance. Seeing no other option he broke rank in the crowd, stepping out to the road to confront the kitsune woman. Naturally the guards and soldiers around the area immediately went to their weapons, to which he only responded by putting his hands up defensively, trying to show he meant no harm.
"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble, I only wish to make a request," Tetsuya explained, trying to sound far more authoritative than his youthful voice might allow. Relieved when the guards looked to ease up a bit he looked at the kitsune woman, smiling faintly before making a polite bow in her direction. "I'm seeking an audience with Lady Ru as well, on behalf of Lord Shima. If it's not too much trouble I'd like to join you and your Lady in visiting her." He didn't want to admit he was utterly lost and needed directions, there was a little bit of pride to be had after all.</s>
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<|description|>Tetsuya Ueno
Clan: Shima Clan, originally of the Ueno clan
Title: The Shima Knight
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Neko(mimi)
Height: 5'8" (176cm)
Weight: 146 lbs
Appearance:
Occupation: Lord's Guard, painter (albeit not very good).
Notable Skills: Having studied swordsmanship from both within Baji and abroad, Tetsuya has command of a few different styles of swordplay. His most readily used, as indicated by his typical garb, is that of a "knight". He employs both a longsword and a shield in battle effectively, and can use the latter even as a weapon if need be. Likewise he is able to wield a katana if need be, but to far lesser success than with a longsword.
Magical Abilities: Tetsuya has the ability to use his magic as another shield as well, forming a slight barrier around himself. Using this renders him immobile however and does not provide a complete 360 degrees of protection; flanking him is the best way around this.
Familiars: N/A
Ki Techniques/powers:
Push; Using his shield, Tetsuya can make an extension of himself and, while pushing his shield forward, creates a small force to knock away anything in front of him. Used namely to put distance between himself and the enemy when he needs to catch his breath. Not very useful on larger enemies or anyone who's strong enough to withstand the hit.
Weapons: Steel Longsword, Steel kite shield
Other Gear:
- Water pouch
- Small pack, containing a bit of bandages, some herbs to help relieve pain and a broken compass -- a memento of his parents.
Personality: Tetsuya is a soft-spoken boy, when he rarely does speak. He is perceptive, and while he may not voice his opinion on something he watches what is around him diligently. Above all else he is loyal to the Shima Lord, and does not take slights to the man kindly. Determined to fulfill his Lord's wish to protect Shima, perhaps to a fault, he is unwavering in his position to do what is best for his clan. In most things he views the world as black and white; good and evil. His ideology of the world living in peace pushes him ironically to fight, and he argues that the only way to achieve everlasting peace is to put aggressors in their place. In some views an ideal guard, he is not without faults.
Tetsuya's black and white view of the world leads to naivete, and he can be a bit brash in acting. While he is well versed in swordplay he's never bothered to learn much else, leaving him a bit clueless in some other respects. In a way, being a guard is all he knows. He also has a slight discontent towards more modern weapons, thinking they are a cowardly, inhumane way of taking a life. If one is to take a life in war then it should be personal, not from dozens or hundreds of feet away.
Brief history: Tetsuya is the son of a Neko fisherman and a human woman. His mother, a resident of Shima, would meet his father Umenka during a routine trading in the city; Hidori worked for a trading company, helping to maintain catalogs and keep track of inventory. The two eventually hit it off and, inevitably, Hidori would become pregnant. During her pregnancy she was brought back to Umenka's place of birth, and in the village Tetsuya would be born.
For the first few years of his life the family remained in Umenka's village, with Hidori picking up the same profession only for a Neko trading company. Their settlement, consisting of nekos and humans alike, proved to be an excellent raising ground for their young child. Being a Nekomimi may well have seen Tetsuya be made fun of quite a lot elsewhere, but here he was accepted. In lieu of everything working well for the family they would eventually move, as the company in which Umenka was employed wanted to open a foreign post, and they meant to send the family there to help.
Almost immediately upon arriving and settling down, Tetsuya and his parents noticed an immediate change of atmosphere. Whereas the Neko homeland was relatively untouched by war this place reeked of it, with soldiers passing through and the occasional news of a battle breaking out being commonplace. Fearing for their child's safety the two deliberated upon sending him away, wishing to send him somewhere to be free from the threat of war. With very few possibilities they near gave up, until a trader from Shima passed through and learned of their pleas. Seeing their only chance, Umenka and Hidori begged the man to take their son, and with a bit of convincing he finally relented.
Tetsuya had little knowledge of anything going to Shima, having never been taught any kind of trade or receiving a real education. He could write, read, knew some basics, but that was about it. Seeing the difficulty in assigning the boy to any real job the trader offered him over to the Lord's men, suggesting they train him as a guard. Even at a young age, now seven years old, he could appreciate what was going on around him. Having little personal say in the matter he was brought off to train, eventually learning the way of the sword from the Lord's guard. Through the years he worked to refine and personalize his training, and today he's become a perfectly capable, if somewhat inexperienced guard.
Other: Learned some magic from other Neko, but not very well versed in it at all.</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
After a rough start Gin was starting to feel rather enthusiastic about his journey away from the village and his quest to get the lost artefacts, but as the air of excitement began to change into anticipation he was quick to remember where he kept his sword just incase. He wanted to help and by being up front seemed better than being behind if there was a threat up ahead. Sure enough there was a threat as the guide soon revealed and sure enough as they wandered further down the path there was the threat standing ahead. It was a woman with some strange but threatening bodyguards, that much he could tell.
Keeping his hand close to his sword he stopped and stared at the people, feeling rather unsure to how he was supposed to handle these people. He didn't know how they fought or whether they knew each other and was waiting for them to arrive, but either way they were a problem and they had to get around them. He did wonder if they were strong enough to fight these guys and this woman off while protecting someone who appeared unarmed. Moving forward he gasped when Yuudai moved forward, his eyes staring up at her as she demanded answers from them. She was intimidating by herself and seeing her like that made him feel rather small and insignificant.
With wide eyes he watched as she showed authority to these people, stabbing the ground with her large sword that even made the ground vibrate. He was getting rather excited now, his bright blue eyes continuing to stare up at her with such child-like wonder. She was the kind of person he hoped to be like when he was older, but that didn't mean he didn't think he was capable as he was now. Withdrawing his blade he made a sudden few steps back, moving closer to the guide while still facing the group and showing he was a threat too despite his size. He dared not speak up right now, he might say something bad and cause unneeded aggression. He knew he was liable for saying something he probably shouldn't so he kept quiet, trying to concentrate on appearing strong and threatening.</s>
<|message|>Takumi Dakun
Yuudai was the first to step up, speaking directly to the woman, causing the group of men to all stare at her, each getting a good look at her while the woman stood there with her face in their general direction. After a moment she pointed one of the blades directly at Yuudai before speaking. "Yuudai Wakahisa, it's a shame you're life will be cut short before you even find out how interesting your mother really is. We actually like her, she serves a good purpose here. Oh well, hopefully she won't be too upset when I turn you into one of my toys, maybe she'll realize how fun you'll be to play with!" She laughed a little to herself at the end, showing no intimidation by Yuudai or her weapon. Instead one of the men moved closer to the half-Oni, his expression still the same as when the group had first shown up. "I know, I'm sending an unarmed human to fight an Oni, seems weird right? But I know what I'm doing, I kill things worst than you every day and felt these toys would be good enough to do the job." She turned her sword slightly to point at the Tengu to address her point as well. "And no, telling you guys what I know would be boring. Much more fun to kill you and make you mine." She said as one of the men threw a punch at Yuudai, the blow much stronger than even a human of his size, it would hit like an Oni to whatever it struck.
"That said, miss Metou I don't actually have much use for you. Your little eye trick is too limited for my taste, so you I may just rip apart." her voice sinister as one of the men besides her took a step back before suddenly sprinting forward towards Metou, his head partially lowered as he charged forward faster than most rontu could sprint, planning to run right through her if he could. The others with the woman still stood where they were, not moving at all outside of their eyes which constantly jumped around at the various people, making sure to always have good looks on them and any changes.
Takumi was a little relived to see how this started, while still scared it seemed to him that she was out to have fun and not on some official mission which made the situation a little better. From his perspective it at least meant they all stood a chance, and wouldn't find themselves in an even worst situation. "I know her, but I can't really say much not while she is here anyway. She is no bandit though, and she doesn't care about Ru, she wants you guys." He spoke to both Kenji and Jiang. "All I can say is she's a Zhuni from the Empire, they may look like us but they are some weird alien ki in a human shell. Her mother holds influence over many of the larger clans, and that's as far she'll likely allow me to say." He briefly explained.</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
"You know mother?"
Yuudai's voice held a little bit of surprise, though not to the fact that she knew who she was or who her mother was but more how she spoke about her, as if she knew her personally. Not only that but the fact she apparently knew something she didn't? She was either lying or there really was something and if the half onii was truthful both really pissed her off. "I didn't know my mother had such bad taste... I will make sure to ask you more in a moment, just stay right there." Turning her head towards the advancing human Yuudai had a gut feeling that it would be far from normal, maybe the bone in its head, maybe the muscles all over its body, or the fact it walked like it had no life?
A smile crept cross her face at the mention that she had faced worse things than Yuudai, however it was soon stripped away as the fist of the large human came straight for her! Shifting her weight and footing Yuudai avoided the attack with swiftness not normally akin to her kind, the fist passing by her face by mere inches. Reaching out with one of her hands she attempted to grab the humans wrist, planning on pulling him deeper into his own attack as she stepped forwards to land her own fist into his side. Though this was not the end of her attack, as it simply would set her up for a follow up if allowed. "Raahhh!" Her muscles would strain against her shirt as she used her grip and fist to lift the huge man, attempting to use all of her intense strength to toss the man right towards the woman!</s>
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<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Even when the princess actually acted as such it was weird; she didn't seem to fit the part just yet, it was kind of like watching a little kid pretending to play. Tetsuya found it a little hard then to take what was being said seriously, but he couldn't say a word on the matter unless he wanted to get Lord Shima in trouble. For royalty Eri was so... Carefree and relaxed, it was odd. Even when Lord Shima spoke to him casually there was still a sense of authority, yet there was nothing here. Maybe it was the fact they seemed to be the same age, as everyone in power he'd ever met was generally older than he was.
"It's uh... It's an honor, Princess Eri. I am Tetsuya Ueno, the Shima Knight. And I think it's very nice you're trying to get along with the common folk." It seemed like a safe move with everyone going on, trying to endear oneself to their subjects. Sure, Eri wasn't technically the ruler now but she would be someday and it could only benefit her if people liked her. Weird to think that this girl would some day be leading the largest clan, and yet here he was speaking with her in such an informal way. Bowing for what felt like the hundredth time today Tetsuya gave Eri a small smile, still feeling a little confused over all of this. What Rii then had to share with him didn't help that confusion whatsoever.
Whoever Rii was she sure did know a lot, far more than Tetsuya would have credited her for. Even with what little she had said he got the notion she was well aware of a lot of things, making him both curious and wary about her. If Lady Ru couldn't give him the information he needed then perhaps Rii could, if she'd be willing to talk. Interesting that so much worth was being put into Eri, it sounded like she was much more than just some princess. Heck, from the way that Rii was speaking of her it was like she would be the savior of Baji someday. Would she be the one to end this war then? Or was something else even worse going to happen? Man... All this talk of spirits and everything, did he even want to know what this was all about?
"It sounds like you've got your hands full. It can't be easy, having the job you do." Glancing back to Eri, Tetsuya smiled slightly seeing her looking all proud, wondering if this might just be something to pump her up a bit. Didn't having so much expectation being placed on you make you nervous? Yet the princess didn't look like she minded at all, in fact she appeared to revel in it. The Neko could understand in a way he supposed, he had a lot of duty that he was meant to see to for Lord Shima even if he himself didn't feel wholly ready. There were plenty of older, more capable guards who could be conducting this search and yet he'd been chosen for reasons he still didn't understand. All he knew was that Lord Shima trusted him, and he would do everything he could to make sure that trust wasn't misplaced.</s>
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<|description|>Tetsuya Ueno
Clan: Shima Clan, originally of the Ueno clan
Title: The Shima Knight
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Neko(mimi)
Height: 5'8" (176cm)
Weight: 146 lbs
Appearance:
Occupation: Lord's Guard, painter (albeit not very good).
Notable Skills: Having studied swordsmanship from both within Baji and abroad, Tetsuya has command of a few different styles of swordplay. His most readily used, as indicated by his typical garb, is that of a "knight". He employs both a longsword and a shield in battle effectively, and can use the latter even as a weapon if need be. Likewise he is able to wield a katana if need be, but to far lesser success than with a longsword.
Magical Abilities: Tetsuya has the ability to use his magic as another shield as well, forming a slight barrier around himself. Using this renders him immobile however and does not provide a complete 360 degrees of protection; flanking him is the best way around this.
Familiars: N/A
Ki Techniques/powers:
Push; Using his shield, Tetsuya can make an extension of himself and, while pushing his shield forward, creates a small force to knock away anything in front of him. Used namely to put distance between himself and the enemy when he needs to catch his breath. Not very useful on larger enemies or anyone who's strong enough to withstand the hit.
Weapons: Steel Longsword, Steel kite shield
Other Gear:
- Water pouch
- Small pack, containing a bit of bandages, some herbs to help relieve pain and a broken compass -- a memento of his parents.
Personality: Tetsuya is a soft-spoken boy, when he rarely does speak. He is perceptive, and while he may not voice his opinion on something he watches what is around him diligently. Above all else he is loyal to the Shima Lord, and does not take slights to the man kindly. Determined to fulfill his Lord's wish to protect Shima, perhaps to a fault, he is unwavering in his position to do what is best for his clan. In most things he views the world as black and white; good and evil. His ideology of the world living in peace pushes him ironically to fight, and he argues that the only way to achieve everlasting peace is to put aggressors in their place. In some views an ideal guard, he is not without faults.
Tetsuya's black and white view of the world leads to naivete, and he can be a bit brash in acting. While he is well versed in swordplay he's never bothered to learn much else, leaving him a bit clueless in some other respects. In a way, being a guard is all he knows. He also has a slight discontent towards more modern weapons, thinking they are a cowardly, inhumane way of taking a life. If one is to take a life in war then it should be personal, not from dozens or hundreds of feet away.
Brief history: Tetsuya is the son of a Neko fisherman and a human woman. His mother, a resident of Shima, would meet his father Umenka during a routine trading in the city; Hidori worked for a trading company, helping to maintain catalogs and keep track of inventory. The two eventually hit it off and, inevitably, Hidori would become pregnant. During her pregnancy she was brought back to Umenka's place of birth, and in the village Tetsuya would be born.
For the first few years of his life the family remained in Umenka's village, with Hidori picking up the same profession only for a Neko trading company. Their settlement, consisting of nekos and humans alike, proved to be an excellent raising ground for their young child. Being a Nekomimi may well have seen Tetsuya be made fun of quite a lot elsewhere, but here he was accepted. In lieu of everything working well for the family they would eventually move, as the company in which Umenka was employed wanted to open a foreign post, and they meant to send the family there to help.
Almost immediately upon arriving and settling down, Tetsuya and his parents noticed an immediate change of atmosphere. Whereas the Neko homeland was relatively untouched by war this place reeked of it, with soldiers passing through and the occasional news of a battle breaking out being commonplace. Fearing for their child's safety the two deliberated upon sending him away, wishing to send him somewhere to be free from the threat of war. With very few possibilities they near gave up, until a trader from Shima passed through and learned of their pleas. Seeing their only chance, Umenka and Hidori begged the man to take their son, and with a bit of convincing he finally relented.
Tetsuya had little knowledge of anything going to Shima, having never been taught any kind of trade or receiving a real education. He could write, read, knew some basics, but that was about it. Seeing the difficulty in assigning the boy to any real job the trader offered him over to the Lord's men, suggesting they train him as a guard. Even at a young age, now seven years old, he could appreciate what was going on around him. Having little personal say in the matter he was brought off to train, eventually learning the way of the sword from the Lord's guard. Through the years he worked to refine and personalize his training, and today he's become a perfectly capable, if somewhat inexperienced guard.
Other: Learned some magic from other Neko, but not very well versed in it at all.</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
While they were on their way to search for their lead, Metou answered Gin's questions in a plain and to-the-point fashion. "Any instrument you don't recognize is a possibility we can investigate," Metou said, assuming that there wouldn't be so many musician women that they had to be picky on who they talked to. "And if she's not here, then there's nothing we can do, is there? We'll have to find some other way of tracking the thieves."
It was later than Metou realized when she and Gin arrived at the town square, and there was no longer any music to be heard at all. Nobody was left but some people passing through and traders noisily peddling things that Metou couldn't care less for. Gin was being swamped with traders as well, almost to the point of separating them, but at least he was being pelted with snacks. One merchant rushed up to Metou waving a bottle of unidentifiable fluid in her face, and began saying, "Buy my miracle tonic, and look better than you have in decades! This oil will make you look twenty years younger, I guarantee it!"
"Thanks for the offer, but I already have something like that," Metou responded. With the woman they were looking for seemingly absent, Metou felt a need to ask someone who was here the whole day where she might have went. However, these merchants seemed pretty preoccupied with making a bit more money before setting out, and Metou got a vibe that they wouldn't be inclined to help someone who turned them down. She spied a cheap-looking trinket the man also had in his hands, a small wooden emblem on a string to use as a necklace. Metou pulled a single coin out from under her cloak and said, "However, I'll buy that wooden necklace you have there, and maybe you can help me find what I'm really looking for."
After getting the information she needed, Metou pulled Gin out of the crowd and started taking them both in the direction the man had pointed her in. "One of the merchants told me where we can find our woman," Metou said, letting go of Gin when they were out of the town square, not that Metou had anything close to the strength she would need to pull Gin against his will. Once they were free from the pack of merchants there was no longer cause to hurry, so Metou slowed to a more comfortable pace and told Gin what inn they were headed to.
"Our target might be relaxing at the inn if she was playing in the middle of town, and might not have her instrument out. Look for anyone carrying an unusually shaped case that could be containing an instrument as well, maybe something this big or this big," Metou said to Gin on their way to the inn, and with her hands she made an imaginary shape to demonstrate the rough size and shape of a case that could carry a lute or guitar, and then a case that could carry a smaller instrument like a flute. After thinking for a few seconds she added, "If you don't see anyone with an unusual musical instrument or case, look for someone with an unfamiliar style of clothing." It wasn't long before they were at their destination and headed inside, and Metou scanned the inside of the inn, paying particular attention to the patrons near the walls, looking for someone playing a foreign instrument, sitting near their instrument in a box, or someone who looked like they may be a traveling player.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Baji was even more determined to hit things off with Ru if she was going to be their only guaranteed attractive woman that they would meet on their travels. Him not being use to Bajin customs made this meeting even easier since he wouldn't have to remember things to say or do that are seen and common formalities amongst individuals. Hopefully this neko truly was a member of Shima and left Lady Ru with a wonderful impression. "Well, let's hurry up and find this neko so I can see what he knows."</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin was really not sure he could handle this, he hadn't been in a crowd like this before and his guardian was always the one to go and get all they needed from the market. He got bullied too often to go by himself most of the time and while this place may be more accepting than his home town he still felt overwhelmed by it. Trying to keep up with Metou while watching where everything was he was happy enough when the town square wasn't showing itself to be too busy, he could handle this, but he still couldn't see who they were supposed to find. Something about a strange instrument and he would probably be quick to try and catch them for questioning.
Only giving Metou a quick glance he was soon caught off-guard when the merchants had caught sight of them and was immediately on their way to try and appeal to their tastes to get their goods sold. Pulling back with a gasp as they made their advancement on him he found it hard to focus on just what one was saying nevermind all of them at once, his eyes going to the strange objects before the snacks caught his eye. He was getting rather hungry, but he didn't know how much more money he would be making along their journey if he was to spend it all on snacks here. Feeling inclined to turn them down he was just about to turn away when one of the merchants showed him a trio of dango in a series of bright colours.
Gin's eyes lit up, the sweet dumplings being his favourite snack and here they were in a series of colours that appealed to his nature. "Ah! Ah! Look at them…!" he spoke up suddenly, his hands going to his face in excitement for a brief moment; however, just as he lowered them as if to get some money out his hand was suddenly grabbed by Metou and he was pulled away, never to get the dango he saw so appealing.
Stumbling along with Metou he felt rather sad for a moment at his lost opportunity, looking to Metou sadly before he let out a sigh when she let him go. "Oh, good…great. The woman…" While he did feel a little down he might get some another time, if he lived that long. Looking back at the town square he started to pace himself better, pulling his cloak around a little more as Metou gave him the lowdown on what might need to look for he felt a little disappointed. "A woman with a big case…? That's it then?" he frowned, staring at Metou as she gave further hints. It sounded like an awfully complicated method to try and find someone and if they accidentally bothered the wrong woman then they would be in trouble. Upon finally arriving at the inn he entered cautiously, his eyes instead going to the people who lined the inn, already feeling incredibly nervous when a few took interest in their entering. "Uhh…most definitely a woman, right…"</s>
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<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Finding the baths had taken a little while, but with some luck Katsu had finally found what he was looking for. Out in the back of the inn were some springs that would more than suit his needs, and as chance would have it they were mostly empty. Good, it was always kind of awkward when you had to bathe with a lot of people. Another issue he noticed he had too upon arriving was, aside from the towel and trunks provided by the inn, he had no change of clothes. In retrospect he probably should have brought some, but he'd perhaps foolishly thought he'd only need to travel to Ru to get the information they needed. Not a total loss, it just meant he had to wash what he had here, and... Wander around in swimming trunks in the mean time.
Tetsuya didn't spend too much time bathing, just enough to rinse himself off and get rid of the stink of sweat from his person. Once he was satisfied and feeling less grimy he climbed out of the spring, drying himself off quickly and gathering up his dirty clothes. Now that he was clean he could definitely tell they were soiled, hopefully they had some washers here or at least a spare robe or two, just anything for him to use for the time being. To ask he was going to have to go out to the main desk unfortunately, and while he did have the towel and trunks on he felt decidedly naked. Before Ru he'd have to try and get another change of clothes, if he remembered that is.
Was there any chance the lobby might be empty? It wasn't overly late but then Tetsuya couldn't see any reason for people to be gathered there right now. As soon as he poked his head around the corner however he saw a sizable crowd gathered, groaning quietly before standing against the wall. Wonderful, he was already embarrassed enough wandering around like this, now there was a group of people to see him. Really it wasn't that he was indecent or anything, it was just weird and he felt a fair bit exposed in more ways than one. Sighing to himself he knew he couldn't well just stand here and wait, who knows how long that might take. Nodding to himself Tetsuya went ahead and walked right on out, trying to ignore everyone else as his cheeks heated up, making a straight line for the counter. "Um... Excuse me? Do you have any robes I can borrow?" he asked, not meeting the innkeeper's gaze as he was too embarrassed, "And er... A place I can wash my clothes?"
"Er... Yes we do, the robes are back at the springs," the innkeeper responded, giving Tetsuya a funny look, "And the laundry room is across the hall from that, didn't you see it on your way out?"
Ah, so that was probably what that big cabinet in the springs had been for, he hadn't wanted to go picking through something that wasn't his. And the door opposite the entrance to the springs... That made sense. Well now he felt like a proper moron for having completely missed that, and standing here buck naked almost didn't help either. "Oh... Right, I guess I sort of walked by it huh?" Tetsuya said sheepishly, smiling as his face reddened further. Not sure what to do now he went to bow to the innkeeper, gasping and having to scramble to hold his towel up, dropping his clothes on the floor in the process. Damn it all, he should just slink back to his room and wait until morning.</s>
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<|description|>Tetsuya Ueno
Clan: Shima Clan, originally of the Ueno clan
Title: The Shima Knight
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Neko(mimi)
Height: 5'8" (176cm)
Weight: 146 lbs
Appearance:
Occupation: Lord's Guard, painter (albeit not very good).
Notable Skills: Having studied swordsmanship from both within Baji and abroad, Tetsuya has command of a few different styles of swordplay. His most readily used, as indicated by his typical garb, is that of a "knight". He employs both a longsword and a shield in battle effectively, and can use the latter even as a weapon if need be. Likewise he is able to wield a katana if need be, but to far lesser success than with a longsword.
Magical Abilities: Tetsuya has the ability to use his magic as another shield as well, forming a slight barrier around himself. Using this renders him immobile however and does not provide a complete 360 degrees of protection; flanking him is the best way around this.
Familiars: N/A
Ki Techniques/powers:
Push; Using his shield, Tetsuya can make an extension of himself and, while pushing his shield forward, creates a small force to knock away anything in front of him. Used namely to put distance between himself and the enemy when he needs to catch his breath. Not very useful on larger enemies or anyone who's strong enough to withstand the hit.
Weapons: Steel Longsword, Steel kite shield
Other Gear:
- Water pouch
- Small pack, containing a bit of bandages, some herbs to help relieve pain and a broken compass -- a memento of his parents.
Personality: Tetsuya is a soft-spoken boy, when he rarely does speak. He is perceptive, and while he may not voice his opinion on something he watches what is around him diligently. Above all else he is loyal to the Shima Lord, and does not take slights to the man kindly. Determined to fulfill his Lord's wish to protect Shima, perhaps to a fault, he is unwavering in his position to do what is best for his clan. In most things he views the world as black and white; good and evil. His ideology of the world living in peace pushes him ironically to fight, and he argues that the only way to achieve everlasting peace is to put aggressors in their place. In some views an ideal guard, he is not without faults.
Tetsuya's black and white view of the world leads to naivete, and he can be a bit brash in acting. While he is well versed in swordplay he's never bothered to learn much else, leaving him a bit clueless in some other respects. In a way, being a guard is all he knows. He also has a slight discontent towards more modern weapons, thinking they are a cowardly, inhumane way of taking a life. If one is to take a life in war then it should be personal, not from dozens or hundreds of feet away.
Brief history: Tetsuya is the son of a Neko fisherman and a human woman. His mother, a resident of Shima, would meet his father Umenka during a routine trading in the city; Hidori worked for a trading company, helping to maintain catalogs and keep track of inventory. The two eventually hit it off and, inevitably, Hidori would become pregnant. During her pregnancy she was brought back to Umenka's place of birth, and in the village Tetsuya would be born.
For the first few years of his life the family remained in Umenka's village, with Hidori picking up the same profession only for a Neko trading company. Their settlement, consisting of nekos and humans alike, proved to be an excellent raising ground for their young child. Being a Nekomimi may well have seen Tetsuya be made fun of quite a lot elsewhere, but here he was accepted. In lieu of everything working well for the family they would eventually move, as the company in which Umenka was employed wanted to open a foreign post, and they meant to send the family there to help.
Almost immediately upon arriving and settling down, Tetsuya and his parents noticed an immediate change of atmosphere. Whereas the Neko homeland was relatively untouched by war this place reeked of it, with soldiers passing through and the occasional news of a battle breaking out being commonplace. Fearing for their child's safety the two deliberated upon sending him away, wishing to send him somewhere to be free from the threat of war. With very few possibilities they near gave up, until a trader from Shima passed through and learned of their pleas. Seeing their only chance, Umenka and Hidori begged the man to take their son, and with a bit of convincing he finally relented.
Tetsuya had little knowledge of anything going to Shima, having never been taught any kind of trade or receiving a real education. He could write, read, knew some basics, but that was about it. Seeing the difficulty in assigning the boy to any real job the trader offered him over to the Lord's men, suggesting they train him as a guard. Even at a young age, now seven years old, he could appreciate what was going on around him. Having little personal say in the matter he was brought off to train, eventually learning the way of the sword from the Lord's guard. Through the years he worked to refine and personalize his training, and today he's become a perfectly capable, if somewhat inexperienced guard.
Other: Learned some magic from other Neko, but not very well versed in it at all.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Jiang Baji stood up against the wall when they arrived in Tetsuya's room. "There are six of us in all so far." He said bluntly in response to the neko's question. Baji then took a deep breath as he prepared to explain his plans for Ru tomorrow. The Dog didn't expect this to go well at all but he would tell them the truth and give it to them straight. He wasn't a fan of being the serious and straightforward type but he knew that sometimes that approach would be necessary. He started by addressing Yuudai first.
"Well, to be completely, yet reluctantly serious, I don't want to be accompanied by anyone when it comes to speaking with Lady Ru, unless it's Takumi. For starters, you and I haven't agreed on a single thing since this journey has started and we're bound to disagree on policies and negotiations in front of Lady Ru. We have very different outlooks and beliefs of this land and the wrong thing said can destroy our chance at an alliance. She's also one person who speaks for her entire clan, so she should meet only one person who speaks for our entire clan. We don't want to intimidate her with numbers or bore her with having to show courtesy to an entire group. Lady Ru isn't very traditional, according to Takumi."
Jiang then looked over at Tetsuya and addressed him. "We weren't met with the most welcoming hands, they were respectable but by their actions and words, I believe that it is safe to assume that you were unable to secure an alliance with Ru? I'm not mad or anything, so long as you did your best." Then he began to speak generally to the entire group. "Ru has to hear one united voice speaking for Shima, if we go back, contradict or trip over another person's words then we will look weak and Shima will look weak. One of us falters with their words and stutters then Shima looks weak. I know I'm asking you all to put your trust in me to do this alone, so if I fail all of the blame is on me." Jiang laid it all out for them, completely raw and unfiltered. He didn't regret a single word, and he didn't speak to be disrespectful to anyone.</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
"That sounds like a good idea, we'll return to this inn when the rest of our group comes to an agreement," Metou said. She didn't mind Kiko hearing what she said next, but it was directed to Gin, so Metou turned completely to him to discuss what they should do next. "I don't know where Yuudai and kenji ran off to, but Takumi and Jiang went to speak with Ru's leader. I'd honestly rather avoid speaking wtih them myself-"
Someone sitting at a table behind Metou noticed she was speaking ambiguously and with gender neutral pronouns. The man grabbed Metou by the shoulder to turn her slightly, and as a reflex Metou's hand darted halfway to her pistol. "We serve Lady Ru, hag."
"O-of course, Lady Ru, right," Metou said nervously, trying to resist a scowl, vaguely threatened and wanting to just shake that man off. The man grunted and turned away, uninterested in provoking the old tengu further, and Metou could keep speaking to Gin. "Anyway, I'll leave the task of giving Shima a noble face to someone younger and more charismatic than I, but if they're not still there I think we can ask a guard or someone else where they went. I'm pretty sure I know where Lady Ru is, does that seem like a good idea to you, Gin?"</s>
<|message|>Yuudai Wakahisa
Yuudai clearly got defensive at Jiang's words as she crossed her arms across her chest, though her expression did not change the whole feel about her got a little more aggressive. "I don't agree with you because I find what you say wrong. There is nothing wrong with that, I don't even agree on many things Shima said. Though admittedly I had Keiji to talk about on those matters. That being said, who said you spoke for us?" It was a rather forceful question but if he being blunt then she would as well
With a sigh she shook her head, she knew he meant well but it was clear he was judging her based on how she looked and the fact she did not agree with him, a annoying prospect to her. "I said I wanted to see her. I don't need your permission, so I will be coming along even if you like it or not." She raised a hand to her chin for a moment as she changed topics, clearly feeling the matter with her going was finished with as she would be doing so.
"That being said, I did hear about someone else was here too. Could that have been the reason you guys couldn't see her?" Another guess but given the talk around Ru it was a simple one to make "I think I would like to go and see them too, if they caught the attention of the Clan Leader I would love to see them for myself."</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
He just sighed and lowered his head. Though it shouldn't be, but it was completely believable that she wasn't listening to him or taking the time to comprehend what he was saying and why. "There lies a part of the problem, it's your ego. One day it will get you killed, it almost got you killed today. Are you fine with meeting her after the negotiations are over. I've done enough begging today, but I will beg once more. Let me do this, let me prove myself to Shima and help me save the people of Ru. I'm not as strong as you, I'm not as durable, I can't support and heal people like Kenji, but I know that I can speak, I know that I can persuade others. If I fail tomorrow then I won't say another word and take myself out of all future decisions and follow whatever you all think is the best course of action."
There was absolutely no way that these two could stand side by side and speak in harmony with one another at this current time. Sending them both or sending anyone else, for that matter would only complicate things. The entire group couldn't agree on anything, so why would they be able to agree this subject. He had no problem with them meeting her, he planned on introducing the group to her so she would know who they all were.</s>
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<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Six? There were six more people on the job? Tetsuya couldn't help but feel a touch deflated hearing that, surprised that so many others had been chosen. He had felt special honestly when he'd been assigned the task, hoping it might be a chance to do some good for his Lord and perhaps even show him gratitude for taking him in by solving this crime. In retrospect it was a foolish thing to hope for, there was so much ground to cover and he was inexperienced, but still... Looking between Yuudai and Jiang as they spoke he couldn't keep from frowning, surprised that people who were having such a hard time getting along were assigned to the same job. Whatever petty squabbles they were having should be put aside, they had an important job to do and couldn't waste time bickering over who got to go and speak with who. Mentally rolling his eyes he looked away from the pair, turning back only when Jiang spoke to him.
"I... Already spoke with Lady Ru, so there's no need for you to go and do it again. She agreed to keep an eye out here in Ru, but that's about all she said she could do," Tetsuya explained. If they continued to pester the woman he worried they might lose her support, and seeing as she was their only informant right now he'd hate for that to happen. If these two were going to have a pissing contest and attempt to outdo one another then he would do his best to keep them away, though he hadn't the faintest idea how he might accomplish such a feat. Yuudai could quite literally manhandle him if she so chose to, and while he didn't know much about Jiang he hardly wished to cross swords with the man. Hearing Yuudai only further pressing the matter. Groaning under his breath he put his head in his hands, lifting it abruptly when the Oni mentioned someone else being here.
"Huh? Oh, there was no one else here! No one that I saw!" Tetsuya said hastily, shaking his head as he waved his hands, "I mean... There were her guards and all, but no one else. No Clan leaders or dignitaries or anything like that. Just me, Lady Ru and some guards, that's all!" If these two were to confront Princess Naji he couldn't see anything good come of it, worried one or the other might mouth off or say something out of line. They were here on Lord Shima's behalf, and if they were going to argue like two children then neither of them had any business talking with someone so important to their mission. Hoping to change the subject he smiled meekly, getting up to his feet and shuffling over to the door, "How's about we go ahead and get some dinner, hm? They must have some good food here, what do you say? I'll even buy!"</s>
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<|description|>Tetsuya Ueno
Clan: Shima Clan, originally of the Ueno clan
Title: The Shima Knight
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Neko(mimi)
Height: 5'8" (176cm)
Weight: 146 lbs
Appearance:
Occupation: Lord's Guard, painter (albeit not very good).
Notable Skills: Having studied swordsmanship from both within Baji and abroad, Tetsuya has command of a few different styles of swordplay. His most readily used, as indicated by his typical garb, is that of a "knight". He employs both a longsword and a shield in battle effectively, and can use the latter even as a weapon if need be. Likewise he is able to wield a katana if need be, but to far lesser success than with a longsword.
Magical Abilities: Tetsuya has the ability to use his magic as another shield as well, forming a slight barrier around himself. Using this renders him immobile however and does not provide a complete 360 degrees of protection; flanking him is the best way around this.
Familiars: N/A
Ki Techniques/powers:
Push; Using his shield, Tetsuya can make an extension of himself and, while pushing his shield forward, creates a small force to knock away anything in front of him. Used namely to put distance between himself and the enemy when he needs to catch his breath. Not very useful on larger enemies or anyone who's strong enough to withstand the hit.
Weapons: Steel Longsword, Steel kite shield
Other Gear:
- Water pouch
- Small pack, containing a bit of bandages, some herbs to help relieve pain and a broken compass -- a memento of his parents.
Personality: Tetsuya is a soft-spoken boy, when he rarely does speak. He is perceptive, and while he may not voice his opinion on something he watches what is around him diligently. Above all else he is loyal to the Shima Lord, and does not take slights to the man kindly. Determined to fulfill his Lord's wish to protect Shima, perhaps to a fault, he is unwavering in his position to do what is best for his clan. In most things he views the world as black and white; good and evil. His ideology of the world living in peace pushes him ironically to fight, and he argues that the only way to achieve everlasting peace is to put aggressors in their place. In some views an ideal guard, he is not without faults.
Tetsuya's black and white view of the world leads to naivete, and he can be a bit brash in acting. While he is well versed in swordplay he's never bothered to learn much else, leaving him a bit clueless in some other respects. In a way, being a guard is all he knows. He also has a slight discontent towards more modern weapons, thinking they are a cowardly, inhumane way of taking a life. If one is to take a life in war then it should be personal, not from dozens or hundreds of feet away.
Brief history: Tetsuya is the son of a Neko fisherman and a human woman. His mother, a resident of Shima, would meet his father Umenka during a routine trading in the city; Hidori worked for a trading company, helping to maintain catalogs and keep track of inventory. The two eventually hit it off and, inevitably, Hidori would become pregnant. During her pregnancy she was brought back to Umenka's place of birth, and in the village Tetsuya would be born.
For the first few years of his life the family remained in Umenka's village, with Hidori picking up the same profession only for a Neko trading company. Their settlement, consisting of nekos and humans alike, proved to be an excellent raising ground for their young child. Being a Nekomimi may well have seen Tetsuya be made fun of quite a lot elsewhere, but here he was accepted. In lieu of everything working well for the family they would eventually move, as the company in which Umenka was employed wanted to open a foreign post, and they meant to send the family there to help.
Almost immediately upon arriving and settling down, Tetsuya and his parents noticed an immediate change of atmosphere. Whereas the Neko homeland was relatively untouched by war this place reeked of it, with soldiers passing through and the occasional news of a battle breaking out being commonplace. Fearing for their child's safety the two deliberated upon sending him away, wishing to send him somewhere to be free from the threat of war. With very few possibilities they near gave up, until a trader from Shima passed through and learned of their pleas. Seeing their only chance, Umenka and Hidori begged the man to take their son, and with a bit of convincing he finally relented.
Tetsuya had little knowledge of anything going to Shima, having never been taught any kind of trade or receiving a real education. He could write, read, knew some basics, but that was about it. Seeing the difficulty in assigning the boy to any real job the trader offered him over to the Lord's men, suggesting they train him as a guard. Even at a young age, now seven years old, he could appreciate what was going on around him. Having little personal say in the matter he was brought off to train, eventually learning the way of the sword from the Lord's guard. Through the years he worked to refine and personalize his training, and today he's become a perfectly capable, if somewhat inexperienced guard.
Other: Learned some magic from other Neko, but not very well versed in it at all.</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin didn't know how to negotiate something like this, knowing it was right out of his field of expertise. He had no idea how to deal with other people regarding these situations, seeing them as pretty impossible to get right. Blacksmiths weren't exactly sociable with people they didn't know and even if he was adopted he still shared that trait with his guardian. He never knew who his parents were but it was obvious he didn't belong with them, even if they never outright told him. It was just obvious that someone like him didn't belong with a pair of humans who had obviously been together for as long as he could remember.
Looking to Metou when she asked him a question he gave a quick look around the inn, curious to where they all might be himself. He didn't know where they went off to but they were probably somewhere, seeing how they wouldn't leave either of them behind. Just checking to see if they possibly ended up in the inn he gasped when he heard someone else in their conversation, turning to the strange man who was rather rude to Metou. Showing his teeth at the man he soon let out a huff, folding his arms as he looked back to Metou. That was rather rude and a bit silly too, seeing how they were visitors and threatening them like that didn't give this place a very good name.
"Uhh…charismatic? I don't think I'm that word", he spoke as he looked around himself again, "I guess so, though…uhh, what do you want me to do? I don't do good without guidance…" He didn't join this quest to end up trying to make decisions that could probably end with him being left behind, that was the last thing he wanted. He knew he might end up getting separated if he so much as looked away from the others for two minutes. "Maybe we should just ask a guard…besides, they would probably notice another half-Oni walking around, right?"</s>
<|message|>Kenji Takeda
From what Kenji could comprehend, the conversation about who was to meet the leader of Ru turned into a rather sour argument between Jiang and Yuudai, the former not liking to be accompanied and the latter having a problem with that. The Neko tried to calm the situation down but Kenji could only stare and keep quiet, not knowing how to exactly defuse the heated argument. In the end, Yuudai stormed out of the room and left the three men in the Neko's room.
Jiang continued the discussion and told an edited truth to Tetsuya regarding the dark future all of Baji were to face. While Kenji could see the reasons for secrecy, there was a flaw that might bite them in the future. "Secrets kept may ensure safety, but it kills trust. And trust is something we will need in the future, yes?" He voiced out to no one in particular... or maybe everyone in the room.
"But enough about these secrets, Mister Tetsuya has already talked to Lady Ru about Shima. If so..." Kenji turned to Jiang. "I'm sure Lady Ru takes her job seriously and will do more than keep an 'eye out' despite her words." Kenji said. "However, if you insist on meeting her then I recommend you take Mister Tetsuya since he has already met Lady Ru and so will likely smooth out the meeting." He continued.
"But... that is just what I think. Feel free to ignore it entirely." From where things were going, Kenji had a feeling things were not going to be peachy. Perhaps this was the reason his Lord Oja was not very proactive?</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Metou was a bit unsatisfied with Gin's response, as he didn't really confirm or deny Metou's plan as a good one, and the old lady didn't think Gin's suggestion was very practical either. Metou felt guilty about dragging Gin around everywhere, but if he wanted guidance, Metou had no choice but to provide some. "If we rely on the observations of anyone we pass by, we'll be asking random people all night," Metou said, "We know where two of our fellows went, so I think we should start searching there, even if I'm sure they've left by now. Just give me a moment to look outside."
After exiting the inn, Metou looked at the sky to see how much time they had left in the evening. It was already late enough in the day that merchants were calling it quits when they got to the town square, and that was before they walked down a few streets to get to an inn and look for the musician. Not only was it too cold for Metou's comfort, and would only get colder, Metou didn't really want to be out on the streets at night when it was just her and Gin. Metou stepped back into the inn and walked back to Gin and said, "On second thought, I think we should just stay here for the night, and look for them in the morning." Metou was about to ask Gin for his opinion on the matter, but figured he'd just give a neutral answer again. "I'm going to go ask if they have any free rooms," Metou declared, and she walked up to the front counter to do so. Even after buying that cheap bauble to win the merchant's favor, she figured she had enough money for a room and some food at least.</s>
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<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Maybe doing this alone was a better approach, at least then he didn't have to hear people argue over things. There was probably strength in numbers or something like it, yet where he'd managed to go and speak to Lady Ru alone he didn't see any need to go and visit her yet again. Maybe he was thinking too much into things, but he worried if they pestered too much they might lose what little support they had. If they lost support then they failed Lord Shima, and that was the one thing Tetsuya absolutely refused to accept. Watching as Yuudai and Jiang went back and forth for a bit he couldn't help but groan, wondering if it was at all possible for them to cooperate. How were they ever going to chase down the criminals responsible when they couldn't stop fighting amongst themselves?
Tetsuya might have been a bit naive in hoping that these two could work things out, and so he was disappointed to see Yuudai leaving the room. Just because he didn't want to be coddled by the Oni didn't mean he disliked her, and he rather hoped she would stay and at least go over the plan with them. The comment she made about his groan made him feel a little guilty, even if it hadn't been made solely in her directions. Ears folding down he frowned, lowering his gaze as Yuudai left them alone, taking a bit of air out of the room with her. A fine start to this group of theirs, he couldn't even imagine what the others must be like. Looking over at Jiang as he spoke, the young Neko let out a sigh, kind of wishing they could just drop the matter now. "If you won't condemn me or judge me then don't press for information. If I felt it was necessary to tell you then I would," Tetsuya replied, frowning as he looked up at Jiang. If this one thought he was going to be the leader in all of this just because he liked to talk then he was wrong.
It seemed there was more of a story to share, and Jiang was only to happy to be the one to do so. He had no idea that they had been attacked on their way in, or that anything quite that foreboding had happened. Sure, Shima losing her relics was foreboding enough, but hearing other villages might be at risk too only made the situation even worse. Though Jiang surely meant no harm by his words the Neko still felt offended, like he was being slighted in a way. It was a childish thing to think, but in his mind it was almost like this man was trying to look better in front of their Lord. "Don't talk to me like I'm just some child, I know what we'll have to do. And we can't well leave the villages alone, not when we're asking them for help. If something happens we'll help them in turn, we have to." It's what Lord Shima would want them to do, he had no doubts about that.
As if it weren't troublesome enough that Jiang was preaching to him, now Kenji saw reason to do so as well. It felt like he was being undermined here, and where he had been working alone up until now that wasn't a very fun feeling. Expecting more of the same out of Kenji, Tetsuya was pleasantly surprised when it seemed the argument was being made for him, not against him. It was a tad odd being called 'mister' seeing as he was probably the youngest one here, but then he wouldn't make a fuss about being shown some respect. Smiling gratefully he nodded his head to Kenji, turning his attention back over to Jiang. "Look... We kind of got off on the wrong foot there. I am happy to work with you, but I don't appreciate having someone trying to push me aside for this. If you really want to help then you can, but we're doing it together. No one is going solo here." At least, not anymore, that had ended when these three had shown up.</s>
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<|description|>Tetsuya Ueno
Clan: Shima Clan, originally of the Ueno clan
Title: The Shima Knight
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Neko(mimi)
Height: 5'8" (176cm)
Weight: 146 lbs
Appearance:
Occupation: Lord's Guard, painter (albeit not very good).
Notable Skills: Having studied swordsmanship from both within Baji and abroad, Tetsuya has command of a few different styles of swordplay. His most readily used, as indicated by his typical garb, is that of a "knight". He employs both a longsword and a shield in battle effectively, and can use the latter even as a weapon if need be. Likewise he is able to wield a katana if need be, but to far lesser success than with a longsword.
Magical Abilities: Tetsuya has the ability to use his magic as another shield as well, forming a slight barrier around himself. Using this renders him immobile however and does not provide a complete 360 degrees of protection; flanking him is the best way around this.
Familiars: N/A
Ki Techniques/powers:
Push; Using his shield, Tetsuya can make an extension of himself and, while pushing his shield forward, creates a small force to knock away anything in front of him. Used namely to put distance between himself and the enemy when he needs to catch his breath. Not very useful on larger enemies or anyone who's strong enough to withstand the hit.
Weapons: Steel Longsword, Steel kite shield
Other Gear:
- Water pouch
- Small pack, containing a bit of bandages, some herbs to help relieve pain and a broken compass -- a memento of his parents.
Personality: Tetsuya is a soft-spoken boy, when he rarely does speak. He is perceptive, and while he may not voice his opinion on something he watches what is around him diligently. Above all else he is loyal to the Shima Lord, and does not take slights to the man kindly. Determined to fulfill his Lord's wish to protect Shima, perhaps to a fault, he is unwavering in his position to do what is best for his clan. In most things he views the world as black and white; good and evil. His ideology of the world living in peace pushes him ironically to fight, and he argues that the only way to achieve everlasting peace is to put aggressors in their place. In some views an ideal guard, he is not without faults.
Tetsuya's black and white view of the world leads to naivete, and he can be a bit brash in acting. While he is well versed in swordplay he's never bothered to learn much else, leaving him a bit clueless in some other respects. In a way, being a guard is all he knows. He also has a slight discontent towards more modern weapons, thinking they are a cowardly, inhumane way of taking a life. If one is to take a life in war then it should be personal, not from dozens or hundreds of feet away.
Brief history: Tetsuya is the son of a Neko fisherman and a human woman. His mother, a resident of Shima, would meet his father Umenka during a routine trading in the city; Hidori worked for a trading company, helping to maintain catalogs and keep track of inventory. The two eventually hit it off and, inevitably, Hidori would become pregnant. During her pregnancy she was brought back to Umenka's place of birth, and in the village Tetsuya would be born.
For the first few years of his life the family remained in Umenka's village, with Hidori picking up the same profession only for a Neko trading company. Their settlement, consisting of nekos and humans alike, proved to be an excellent raising ground for their young child. Being a Nekomimi may well have seen Tetsuya be made fun of quite a lot elsewhere, but here he was accepted. In lieu of everything working well for the family they would eventually move, as the company in which Umenka was employed wanted to open a foreign post, and they meant to send the family there to help.
Almost immediately upon arriving and settling down, Tetsuya and his parents noticed an immediate change of atmosphere. Whereas the Neko homeland was relatively untouched by war this place reeked of it, with soldiers passing through and the occasional news of a battle breaking out being commonplace. Fearing for their child's safety the two deliberated upon sending him away, wishing to send him somewhere to be free from the threat of war. With very few possibilities they near gave up, until a trader from Shima passed through and learned of their pleas. Seeing their only chance, Umenka and Hidori begged the man to take their son, and with a bit of convincing he finally relented.
Tetsuya had little knowledge of anything going to Shima, having never been taught any kind of trade or receiving a real education. He could write, read, knew some basics, but that was about it. Seeing the difficulty in assigning the boy to any real job the trader offered him over to the Lord's men, suggesting they train him as a guard. Even at a young age, now seven years old, he could appreciate what was going on around him. Having little personal say in the matter he was brought off to train, eventually learning the way of the sword from the Lord's guard. Through the years he worked to refine and personalize his training, and today he's become a perfectly capable, if somewhat inexperienced guard.
Other: Learned some magic from other Neko, but not very well versed in it at all.</s>
<|message|>Jiang Baji
Baji was going to respond to Kenji and tell him that he trusts Tetsuya's reasons for lying to them just as much as he trusts his own for doing the same to him, but it seems like the person in question completely mistook his words. Jiang simply sighed deeply as another person became hostile and misunderstood him. Tetsuya didn't know the severity of the entire situation that they were in so he kept himself calm by repeating that in his head. He didn't recall treating Tetsuya any less than the next person.
"I have nothing against you, I can even see why you're so defensive, but you have misunderstood my words. I have nothing but respect for you and those that I fight beside. How about we go to sleep on this and you meet me by the town gate at the crack of dawn, because there is something that I want to show you. There is something that I want you to understand and something that I need to understand." He thought about it some more and figured now was also a good time if the neko was more up for it.</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin hoped they weren't going anywhere without them, even if there was no real reason for the others to leave them behind. He did wonder if the others went on ahead and they were left to head back to Shima just how much trouble there would be whether for them or the ones who left them behind. They were supposed to be working as a team, after all, but who knew if they actually wanted them along. Gin hadn't made any companions so he did worry he might get forgotten about, even if he slept in for too long. Maybe it was just anxieties building from the possibility of being alone and left behind because of how young and 'inexperienced' he was.
Watching Metou head on out he let out a disappointed sigh, feeling terrible that he was essentially making it difficult for others. He just wanted to feel useful. Sighing as he rubbed his neck, waiting for Metou to return as he stared at the people, watching them all interact with each other and how strange some of them got in the process. This was probably why he never went to this kind of place before, too many strangers for his liking. When Metou returned he gave her a hopeful smile, but when she spoke of her decision he frowned, looking down with a sigh. "Stay here? But what if…uhh…" He couldn't say much, at least not when Metou suddenly declared her decision to be a good one. "Wait, but it's only a little bit of darkness! I'm strong, I can protect us in the dark", he spoke quickly, following on after Metou, "Have a little faith in me, please? Yuudai has a particular smell, maybe I can pick it up…"</s>
<|message|>Metou Toribaba
Gin brought up an objection to Metou's new decision, and Metou immediately paused and turned to hear him out. Getting stuck out on the streets late at night was still a very unappealing possibility to Metou, even if this town didn't seem too bad. However, Metou respected Gin's abilities and decisions, or at least felt obligated to respect them despite not knowing him very well yet. More importantly she would hate for Gin to think he wasn't taken seriously, and bring down his confidence even lower than it already seemed. "I suppose I might be giving up too early, and we'd want to give Kiko a prompt response," Metou said, though with the slightly frustrated tone of someone who just had an early night's sleep ripped away from them for the sake of the greater good.
"Two of our companions went to see Lady Ru, so I know of a place they've been, at least," Metou said, "But Yuudai ran off to get food, so I have a fairly good idea of where she went too. If you're confident in your nose, we could try and track her down first."</s>
<|message|>Gin (pronounced 'Jin')
Gin was sure he could use his senses to help find the others, or at least one of them if they got unlucky. He didn't want everybody to split up like this and with the group all in different places it seemed as if they were going to have trouble communicating with each other to where they were going and when they were going to head out. They had to pick up this musician too on the way out which could be a problem if they were all properly split up. The musician could wander off or get impatient with them and decide to strike off the deal which would be a disaster.
Staring at Metou with hopeful eyes he smiled slightly when she admitted the danger wasn't too much of a big deal quite yet. He would do what he could to protect her and was fairly confident he would do a good job too. He had practiced for a long time and did manage to slice up that strange stony man's legs so he couldn't be that bad at fighting. Sighing happily when Metou gave him some direction to look for he nodded quickly, looking to the door. "I won't let you down! If we follow a trail from where we last saw her, it should be easy! Right?" he spoke quickly, looking back to her, "Then if we can track down the other group, we can stay at the inn together, right? Or maybe even sleep under the stars…like adventurers!"
Heading quickly to the door, Gin couldn't help but feel excited and anxious about doing this, hoping he might achieve this difficult task. He was fairly good at smelling out others, even for a half-Oni. He figured it was his hunger that made his sense of smell better, but using that to track down people shouldn't be a problem. He wondered if he should be looking for the group that went to Ru first just to see what the place they had the Lady in was like, but that might be a little suspicious at this time of day. Heading out the door he looked around, his first thought being to head back to the marketplace where all the people were before once Metou was ready to go.</s>
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<|message|>Tetsuya Ueno
Tetsuya really didn't appreciate a stranger being in his room and insulting him like this. Even if Lord Shima had indeed sent Jiang that didn't necessarily mean he was going to personally like the man. For his Lord's sake he would cooperate, or try to, but that was about the extent of their partnership. His position softened a little when some of the uncertainty was cleared, yet the Neko still held some reservations. Just who was he exactly, and what reason was he here, handling Shima matters? Far as Tetsuya could recall, Jiang wasn't a resident of Shima, so did that make him a hired sword? Leaving a job so sensitive and important to someone like that didn't seem right, and he became naturally wary of anyone from outside his home; trusting Jiang wasn't impossible, but for the time being he wasn't exactly going to befriend the man.
Looking at Jiang curiously as he proposed a meeting tomorrow, Tetsuya bit his lip uncertainly and glanced over at the door. Should be bother? It would probably be more of the same, with the man trying to convince him to go and see Lady Ru. He couldn't see much purpose in it if that were the case, but if they were to be cooperating on this mission of theirs he figured he should at least make an effort to get along. "Well... Alright then, I guess I can do that much," the Neko mumbled, looking back at Jiang with a slight frown, "As long as you agree that you won't go and see Lady Ru by yourself. You're helping us in Shima's affairs, so it's only right that someone from Shima come along. I've already spoken with her, so it'd make sense for me to go with you since I know her at least." Hopefully the Princess wasn't there tomorrow, he wasn't so sure he could take more of her odd behavior.
"Whatever you decide, let me know in the morning. I've been walking all day and I'm tired, I need sleep," Tetsuya added, stifling a yawn with one hand as he stretched the other up over his head. His armor didn't really contribute to his exhaustion, at least not anymore as he was used to the added weight. Actually being on his feet all day, coupled with not eating much had taken its toll and now that the day had winded down he was really feeling the effects. Shuffling over to where his bedroll lay he took a seat on the floor beside it, again stretching his arms with a big yawn before rubbing at his eyes, glancing up at Kenji and Jiang curiously. "Unless you two plan on sharing a room with me I'd appreciate a bit of privacy. Just come knocking whenever you're up Jiang, I should be awake plenty early."</s>
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<|description|>Eika Munashii
Character Sheet:
Age: 18
Gender: F
Appearance:
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: No-Star. :(
Strengths:
[Hyperactive Imagination]
Eika's imagination extends beyond normal grasps of a basic situation. Instead of taking the time to worry about whatever else is in the front view, Eika's concept of watching things is to put it all into boxes and point out the things that people aren't noticing.
[Miss Fightclub]
The strength and speed that Eika has is beyond a normal human being's, naturally. She's quite strong, can take down a car even! Or so she says. Only time and exposure to such a situation will tell if she can actually do such a thing.
[Skating]
She's not without a pair of skates to get to and from places. Walking doesn't do it, running means you'll tire out, but skating works just fine when you need it!
[Let's Do A Trick]
She's the former leader of the Gymnastics club! She's got the flips and the tricks down-pact, if you're looking for a tutor.
Weaknesses:
[Hyperactive Imagination]
Holy shi- this is here twice?! But why?! Well, having a huge imagination like Eika's can cause problems in simple solutions. She's perfectly fine to solve a harsh, near-impossible situation, but simple rush-down situations aren't so good on her mind. She can't...function well, with "simplistic" things.
[Poor Immune System]
Simple as it reads. Eika is extremely susceptible to anything that could cause her to get ill. She's not the best at keeping her health up and...well, yeah. Keep the spooky scary sicknesses away from her.
[I Got This]
Eika is an idiot when it comes to her own mortality. She will run right into the danger, headfirst, and probably get fucked up by some One Stars or the like because she doesn't understand the life-saving concept of BACKING DOWN. Someone would have to drag her kicking and screaming to get her to leave.
[Skates]
This one was listed twice too?! Well, hell! As one would think, having skates on all the time can prove for downsides to things. ...Like...Slippery halls. Or trying to be stealthy. Or...Standing still for long periods of time. Yeah. That stuff.
Favorite Activity: Death-defying gymnastics club!
Personality: Are you in need of a girl that can brighten up the mood through any uncanny means? Are you looking for a girl willing to jump over a pool of sharks to get a meatbun because you said you wanted to see it? Look no further! Eika Munashii is here and ready to party for the rush! She's the girl that throws her teammates over her shoulder and keeps on trucking, she's the tank in your MMO that builds damage for the shits and the giggles, and she's the girl that...generally does nothing normal. Eika is the girl that you find drinking a water bottle by biting off the bottom and drinking through the small holes her teeth made. This could be something of an intimidating factor if considered by a stranger, but don't worry! She doesn't bite...that's a fucking lie.
Now, combat-wise? We've got your typical assault-type. She throws her face into the fight, she starts beating shit with her hammer until it's done and said. She won't stop until the fight's done, or unless something really convinces her that she needs to take off beforehand. And god forbid if she has to run -- the girl is always up for something fun, and she might just throw a fit from it all. Regardless, she's got a heart. You won't find her murdering puppies or kicking kids. She can sometimes get out of her fight-or-fight mentality to do what she needs to...But that adrenaline rush is hard to deny, you know?
Outside of the crazy and the combat, she has some cute normal motions. Sleepy Eika? She'll snuggle up on your lap without your permission and fall asleep -- maybe even make a few sniffles or nuzzles at your stomach while she's napping. Hungry Eika? She'll mount your back or waist and demand that food be given to her and whoever else is hungry. She's a crazy girl with a heart of gold -- and doesn't everyone love having the carefree lunatic by their side now and then?
Bio: She never was really a "normal" girl. By the age of three, she was trying to ride on the family dog after watching a rodeo broadcast. By the age of five, she was in gymnastics and excelling at it to the fullest degree. Eika spent her childhood getting lectured by a doctor every day for doing something crazy. As a result, parents didn't really want their kids near her thanks to the fact that she...well, people trying to do what she did tended to get hurt. Badly. This resulted in her being without friends for a good time -- and her reventual idea of forging a club of people as "talented" as she was at doing things that most people would consider "death-defying". Thus came the creation of the aptly named "Death-Defying Gynmastics Club".
But how did she end up in Berlin Academy to start that club, anyways?
A scholarship! Her family wasn't anything rich, and paying for any kind of school would be the death of them! A public display of her flexibility that cane in the form of a "dodgeball but with knives" show displayed a plethora of traits in her: courage or stupidity that ranged far beyond the capacity of an average human being, dedication to the show and to ensure that all in the crowd and participating were safe -- general consideration. Most, if not all, were good traits of an aspiring student, and thus, Berlin Academy became her home for the years to come as she relaxed. And that was where the point came of the Death-Defying Gymnastics Club's birth. Did she have problems nestling into the mannerisms and ways that the Berlin Academy worked? Not at all, actually, she was too busy making up a new creative "show" in her head to worry about that -- people just were unfortunate to gravitate to her thanks to her "starry-eyed" way of looking at the club activities.
But how was it that she came to be chosen for the mission to bring down the Kiryuin family? Eika didn't need some fancy damn explanation, like anyone else. There wasn't any family grudge that she was doing it for, or to save people, or to stop the slow domination of the Kiryuin empire over everything else. The mission was spoken to her, and she only needed to ask one question before anything else in order to decide whether her acceptance was even a potential or not.
"Can I make it all into a show?"
Confusing as the question was, the answer was responded with a simple "Yes" to satisfy the girl's uncanny choice of priorities.
And she joined just like that. All for the sake of making a grand show out of it all.
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Weapons: The Banhammer - A giant fucking hammer a little more than twice her size. Some people wonder how she wields it! She states it's a manufacturer's secret. It's made out of life fibers.
Items: A plush doll shaped in the form of a rabbit | A keychain at her size shaped like a violet and black X | Several heavy-duty chords tied around her legs for utility usage.
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Other: {DON'T LOSE YOUR WAY}
As the Gymnastics club leader, she's got an understanding on how to reset broken bones. Mainly because she's broken a lot of them.</s>
<|message|>Aaron Disney
"I don't know voodoo magic? Look I can dissect a punch or an uppercut or even how someone moves but not how they can do a magic trick. Maybe our other two are more enlightened than I. Sorry Eika I'm going to have to pass on trying to guess what you did." Aaron said giving up and going back to rolling the tape around his hands. "You know though that was a fun trick nice job with that." He said off handed in an attempt to no seem like a complete jerk. "Bus Driver sir! How much longer? I don't think we can take much more of these rocks bumping on this bus." Disney asked politely. The driver grunted out that they should arrive soon after all they had been driving for god knows how long now so it was only a matter of time before they reached their drop off point.</s>
<|message|>Kageta Usui (Oboro)
"Eh, its just a sleight-of-hand trick, no big deal... I don't know which trick though, ehehe.." He laughed sheepishly. He was being falsely cocky again, he didn't really know why he pretended, nor for whom. Kageta sat back in his chair only for his eyes to drift outside. "Well guys, its time to suck up our nerves," he said without removing his eyes from the hill. "Kyushu's right on the horizon." And it was, though not really on the horizon more that it was foreboding just behind the hill. It was huge, Kageta did not expect a school to be this large, or perhaps it was just tall. It was definitely time. "Guys, last minute checks! Things and what have you." His classmates' looks indicated that they had no idea what he was talking about, he himself really had no idea what he was talking about.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
"Oh, it's not that. I'm just not used to shooting at things that shoot back," Jäger said jokingly as Aaron patted her comfortingly on the shoulder. She turned toward him and smiled at him appreciatively before returning her gaze back out of the window. She was not particularly interested in seeing Eika's little trick. The younger members of her club, especially the girls, would often try to impress her with such sleight of hand tricks. And each time Jäger would smile and laugh and praise them. She was too lost in her thoughts to offer Eika the same consideration.
So many things could go wrong with this operation from the get go. And that was assuming that they weren't simply walking straight into a trap. Jäger envied Eika her obvious courage, or oblivious mentality. What she wouldn't give to stop her own hands from trembling in anticipation. Kageta's excited clamouring did not help either. She tried to find the eye of the storm, as Aaron put it. Which was a good idea in principle, except that in her mind she was at sea and she couldn't swim. The mental image of herself splashing about helplessly made Jäger smile and laugh to herself.
But Kageta was right, they needed to get ready. She grabbed the tube and carefully unscrewed the lid. She reached inside and withdrew a complicated looking piece of equipment, a combination of smooth lines, mechanical joints and wire. In the centre there was a grip made especially for her hand. She gripped the centre and with a strong flicking motion caused the bow to open up, like a crabs pincers recoiling. As the bow unfolded fully the joints automatically locked into place. She tested the tautness of the bowstring, nodding to herself in satisfaction.
Jäger turned towards the others and nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be," she said as she began to fold up the mechanical bow. "Let's all try to die on our first day of school," she said, only half-jokingly.</s>
<|message|>Aaron Disney
As they group cleared themselves around a corner and up a small hill they came face to face with a breath taking view of the city. There was one large bridge surrounded by some train tracks that were held up by steel supports alongside it. There were two smaller bridges to the east and west of the city undoubtedly made as a precaution in case something happened to the main bridge. However the main bridge itself was newly paved and it was a breath taking sight that stretched all the way onto the island which held their too be school and town which was in-bedded into a mountain. There were three levels of the city and what looked like an entrance area where traffic was flooding in and out. The sea and seagulls flew around the city. "Sorry we didn't take the faster routes but those weren't usable by our town unfortunately kiddos. Anyways welcome to Kyushu City the place got a lot prettier since the red skies vanished. Those are all over by Honoji now with Miss Kiryuin." the man said and then asked the group politely not to tell anyone he said that. The group took one of the smaller bridges and were behind a long stream of cars. Disney quickly cut the tape off and then sealed it back in it's case which was in his backpack. "Well at least it's beautiful I was half expecting a dump. Wasn't this place just to be the testing bud for Honoji old man?" asked Disney as the old man shrugged. "I suppose so I heard it wasn't scrapped because of it's usefulness and because Lord Nero wanted a place of his own to represent the other side of the Kiryuin family. But that's all speculation my lad." commented the driver as Aaaron thanked him for confirming what he thought was up with this place. Disney however couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful oceans he ever saw a couple of dolphins jump in and out of the water and a school of fish was nearby.
He was amazed about how clean the water was. Probably some sort of water treatment plant nearby that released chemicals that destroyed the pollutants in the air. He had heard the other branch of the Kiryuins controlled the market on science products related to the environment as opposed to the powerful clothes and other things made by the main branch of their family. Which begged to wonder why they wanted in on this whole business? Was Little Lord Nero so vain he tried to prove the other branch was just as good in management as the main branch?
Regardless of Aarons' own speculation they soon entered the city through a toll gate which the bus driver passed by using a special bus pass of his probably because he was shepherding kids into school. Soon entered a crappy excuse for a shanty town...that they'd probably be living in soon. There was a group of older men conversing by the bus stop and there were even a few no star kids hanging out nearby. The town smelt...bad...like pig farm bad. It didn't help there was still whiffs of the salty sea smell coming nearby. Hopefully it got better the closer they got to one star territory. Disney grabbed his bags and other junk and forced himself up out of his seat cracking his back and knuckles as he let the other kids get off first. Before leaving however he thanked the bus driver for his time and wished him a great week before getting off the bus.</s>
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<|message|>Eika Munashii
The sight before her might have had the capacity to numb one to pure amazement, but Eika wasn't really caring much for the scenery as her first item of obtaining was her hammer. Long, large, decorated with a plethora of amethyst, and uncanny in its ability to be handled by the woman who owned it. Descending down the steps first, Eika turned and waved to the bus driver with a sweet smile before turning on her heel and marching forth to get to the point of things. Yeah, it smelled bad, but so did rubbing alcohol, bleach, and chlorine -- all chemicals she was intimately familiar with as well. A clap of the hands, and a yank of her luggage bag, and the girl seemed to be quite a little oddball for the oversized weapon on her shoulder and the minor packing on the other side. But hey, Eika was the "resident sociopath", wasn't she?
"Let's get going! I can't wait to see what our new stage is going to be like.~"
She seemed more than happy to go and throw her safe into this mess occurring and unfolding. God have mercy on them all, she might send them all crashing and burning to the ground.</s>
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<|description|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger's attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger's fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father's countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be 'in her care'.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous 'bunnies' and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family's influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family's financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood.</s>
<|message|>Aaron Disney
"It's only going to be a couple more minutes, but hey I'm fine with doing a quick game even if it is a bizarre idea from the local crazy girl. I'll give it a go and play your game. If only to make sure you don't get out that giant freaking hammer of yours and hit Kageta again with it." commented Disney as he looked over at Eika. She was a pretty girl but that just enforced the stereotype that all pretty women were out of their god forsaken minds. No one just walked around with a giant hammer all day. Then again he spent his time learning how to punch people so who was he too talk really? "And don't worry about taking it easy on me I'm one smooth brother. I like a good challenge so bring it!" Aaron said grinning slightly.</s>
<|message|>Kageta Usui (Oboro)
The smile from Kageta's face didn't fade at all, he knew that was just Aaron's personality, and hey, Eika was finally talking. "Hell, I'm down! If anything to avoid the boredom." He didn't care if she was peculiar at the least, this was usually the source of endless, endless merrymaking. He turned to Charlotte who had yet to interact with them. "'Yay-gurl', come over here and have fun with us." He called her invitingly. He also noticed Aaron's grin and thought of the implications of such. Kageta's eyebrow raised and his smile grew sly. "Ohohooo, Disney, bro, if you get that smile any wider you'll tear your ears off." He said as he used his glances to point to Eika.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Jäger sat staring out of the window, watching the scenery as it passed her by through the bus window. The sound of muted conversation filled the air, though she paid little attention to it, a pair of earphones worn over her ears blocking out the majority of the noise. The playlist had finished a long time ago, Jäger so caught up in her own thoughts that she had barely noticed. She was nervous. They all were, though some more so than others. In Jäger's case it was plain to see as she absentmindedly twirled some hair between her fingers. Anyone familiar with the leader of the Archery Club was familiar with her little mannerisms. For Jäger fear was something that showed not on her face or in her voice but in the way she acted
Even now there was a part of her that regretted agreeing to this plan, however it was far too late to back out now. She was in the country. She was wearing the uniform. 'That' uniform. And on her lap sat the instrument that she would soon be forced to put to use, sealed within a cylindrical tube that sat upright on the seat next to her. She turned and looked down at the tube, staring at it for a moment before suddenly becoming aware of the sound of lively conversation. She turned toward Aaron and Kageta and frowned in annoyance.
"Yay-gurl?" she said in a flat tone with an equally flat expression. She sighed softly before removing the headphones from her ears. "My name is Charlotte. Char-lotte, say it with me, Char-lotte. Or Jäger. But not 'gurl'. I will never answer to that again," she said with no real enthusiasm before turning back toward the window. They would be arriving soon. Then there really would be no turning back. She smiled softly to herself. "Sorry, I'm just nervous."</s>
<|message|>Aaron Disney
"Don't worry about it Charlotte things could always be worse. There's always a calm before the storm just imagine the eye and make yourself stay there as long as possible. When I get into a fight I always try to find my inner center. Sounds stupid yeah but it works for me. Finding a place where you can keep calm is important to the process of adjusting to something new. I hope that little bit of advice helps but if not well...do what you want. We can't just force you not to be nervous since all of us are nervous too. At least I am." Disney said as he reached across the isle to pat her on the shoulder if she doesn't let him he just sits and shrugs and looks back at Aika.</s>
<|message|>Eika Munashii
"Oi. Robin Hood! That's not nice."
A small pout came to the acrobat before she huffed and let a small smile hit her lips from the way they all spoke of being nervous. Honestly...She didn't know why there were so twisted up in a knot. To her, it was just a field trip to make a new show out of everything. Just one that was supposed to be a secret until the grand finale came along and she could take part in making a huge commotion with her own skills! Regardless, she took Disney's challenge on and sat up in order to show them her hands. The chord was wrapped around her right arm, four secure crosses around the arm to show how tight they were before she looped it around her middle finger once. Holding it up to them all, Eika held up one finger and grinned as she watched to see if any of them could catch on.
"Now. This is secure on my arm. No tricks, you can tug at if it you want to be sure. Now..."
A flick of her right middle finger, and a flick of her left middle finger, and somehow popped right off of her arm and onto her left arm without a logical reason as to how. Holding her left arm up, the same pattern of crosses and the same loop around her middle finger remained intact as she held it up and showed it to the three nervous kiddos. With a confident smile, Eika leaned in for them to see and pointed down at it before showing through her sleeves and jacket that there was nothing there for her to possible trick it with.
"Tadaaa!~ How do you think that I got it to my other arm? I didn't use any chord other than the one I just showed you. Think you can figure it out?"</s>
<|message|>Aaron Disney
"I don't know voodoo magic? Look I can dissect a punch or an uppercut or even how someone moves but not how they can do a magic trick. Maybe our other two are more enlightened than I. Sorry Eika I'm going to have to pass on trying to guess what you did." Aaron said giving up and going back to rolling the tape around his hands. "You know though that was a fun trick nice job with that." He said off handed in an attempt to no seem like a complete jerk. "Bus Driver sir! How much longer? I don't think we can take much more of these rocks bumping on this bus." Disney asked politely. The driver grunted out that they should arrive soon after all they had been driving for god knows how long now so it was only a matter of time before they reached their drop off point.</s>
<|message|>Kageta Usui (Oboro)
"Eh, its just a sleight-of-hand trick, no big deal... I don't know which trick though, ehehe.." He laughed sheepishly. He was being falsely cocky again, he didn't really know why he pretended, nor for whom. Kageta sat back in his chair only for his eyes to drift outside. "Well guys, its time to suck up our nerves," he said without removing his eyes from the hill. "Kyushu's right on the horizon." And it was, though not really on the horizon more that it was foreboding just behind the hill. It was huge, Kageta did not expect a school to be this large, or perhaps it was just tall. It was definitely time. "Guys, last minute checks! Things and what have you." His classmates' looks indicated that they had no idea what he was talking about, he himself really had no idea what he was talking about.</s>
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<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
"Oh, it's not that. I'm just not used to shooting at things that shoot back," Jäger said jokingly as Aaron patted her comfortingly on the shoulder. She turned toward him and smiled at him appreciatively before returning her gaze back out of the window. She was not particularly interested in seeing Eika's little trick. The younger members of her club, especially the girls, would often try to impress her with such sleight of hand tricks. And each time Jäger would smile and laugh and praise them. She was too lost in her thoughts to offer Eika the same consideration.
So many things could go wrong with this operation from the get go. And that was assuming that they weren't simply walking straight into a trap. Jäger envied Eika her obvious courage, or oblivious mentality. What she wouldn't give to stop her own hands from trembling in anticipation. Kageta's excited clamouring did not help either. She tried to find the eye of the storm, as Aaron put it. Which was a good idea in principle, except that in her mind she was at sea and she couldn't swim. The mental image of herself splashing about helplessly made Jäger smile and laugh to herself.
But Kageta was right, they needed to get ready. She grabbed the tube and carefully unscrewed the lid. She reached inside and withdrew a complicated looking piece of equipment, a combination of smooth lines, mechanical joints and wire. In the centre there was a grip made especially for her hand. She gripped the centre and with a strong flicking motion caused the bow to open up, like a crabs pincers recoiling. As the bow unfolded fully the joints automatically locked into place. She tested the tautness of the bowstring, nodding to herself in satisfaction.
Jäger turned towards the others and nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be," she said as she began to fold up the mechanical bow. "Let's all try to die on our first day of school," she said, only half-jokingly.</s>
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<|description|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger's attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger's fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father's countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be 'in her care'.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous 'bunnies' and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family's influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family's financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood.</s>
<|message|>Eika Munashii
The sight before her might have had the capacity to numb one to pure amazement, but Eika wasn't really caring much for the scenery as her first item of obtaining was her hammer. Long, large, decorated with a plethora of amethyst, and uncanny in its ability to be handled by the woman who owned it. Descending down the steps first, Eika turned and waved to the bus driver with a sweet smile before turning on her heel and marching forth to get to the point of things. Yeah, it smelled bad, but so did rubbing alcohol, bleach, and chlorine -- all chemicals she was intimately familiar with as well. A clap of the hands, and a yank of her luggage bag, and the girl seemed to be quite a little oddball for the oversized weapon on her shoulder and the minor packing on the other side. But hey, Eika was the "resident sociopath", wasn't she?
"Let's get going! I can't wait to see what our new stage is going to be like.~"
She seemed more than happy to go and throw her safe into this mess occurring and unfolding. God have mercy on them all, she might send them all crashing and burning to the ground.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Jäger made doubly sure that the bow case was securely sealed before gathering up her other possesses. These included a travel bag containing among other things a first aid kit and a hunting knife. The first aid kit she knew how to use well enough, the knife was a memento of her fathers. Besides her bag she also had a suitcase, containing mainly clothes, hair products and a replacement set of headphones. With her possessions gathered she awkwardly made her way to the front of the bus, bag on her shoulder, suitcase in hand and her bow case held tightly under her other arm. As she passed the driver she thanked him and offered the man a warm smile to reassure him that nothing he had said would find its way back to him.
With a hop she landed gracefully onto the floor and looked around. The smell was bad but didn't bother her all that much. The area had an aura that put her ill at ease, a mixture of poverty, deprivation and tension. It made the area feel imposing and unwelcoming. The fact that she had already drawn the attention of more than a few individuals did little to alleviate matters. This was how prey must have felt, being salivated over by starving hounds. However Jäger was no frightened little rabbit. Ignoring the onlookers she stepped away from the bus and looked around to get her bearings, though the directions that they had been given were poor at best.
She turned toward Eika. "I don't know how you can be so enthusiastic about any of this," she said, motioning to the immediate area. "This is not the kind of place that I want to stay the night in, or day for that matter. I can feel myself getting dirty just standing here." She turned toward Aaron who was last to get off of the bus. "So, where do we need to go from here?"</s>
<|message|>Aaron Disney
"How is that even a question Charlotte? What do you think that big ass building near the mountain summit is?" Disney said as he pointed directly at the giant building that had numerous windows and a few tram cars linked to it. "Come on was I the only one who did the readings? Whatever it's not that big of a deal...let's just get moving alright? But first any other questions like how to walk in a straight line?" Aaron said in exasperation. "Look I'm sorry Charlotte but come on look at that building it's huge and it fits...the Kiryuin ego so perfectly." Aaron made sure to whisper that last part so as not to piss off any nearby Kiryuin supporters.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
"How is that even a question?" Jäger repeated the words with an exasperated tone of her own, rubbing the side of her head as she did so. "You know for one of the smartest people I know you're really dumb sometimes. I was just trying to make conversation, don't get your panties in a bunch," Jäger replied in an annoyed tone before marching off ahead without waiting for the others.
Didn't Aaron realize that a display of ignorance now would serve them well later? The less they appeared to know the less suspicions they would appear later. After all, new students were supposed to get a little lost on their first day. Of course she couldn't say any of this out loud, not with so many eyes upon them at the bus stop. "Dumb ass!" she said irritably to herself, not caring who heard her as she headed through the streets towards, as Aaron had so eloquently put it, that big ass building.</s>
<|message|>Aaron Disney
"Well screw you too Charlotte hope you fall in a pot hole..." Aaron grumbled in annoyance. As he looked at the other two who were being quiet. "Well come on guys we gotta get moving. Being late on day one is a pretty bad sign." Aaron said looking at his two oddly silent companions. "You know the first one I expected to be shouting and poking people for the next two blocks was you Eika. What gives?" asked Disney as he looked over at a group of one stars march past the no-stars from earlier and shouted at them to get moving more or less shoving them along. Why one stars were here in this part of town was beyond him but hey this was one of the bus stops so it could be they were just passing by or maybe a part of the student council. Whatever the case may be he needed to get moving.</s>
<|message|>Kageta Usui (Oboro)
As the others got off, Kageta went last. He looked at the driver with a good smile. "Hey thanks for the ride, since I don't think you're gonna see us for a time, here." He extended his open hand at the bus driver, who was clearly surprised, though in a good way, which was the best way to describe his expression. After a bit, the driver smiled back and took his hand. Kageta nodded and left the bus. The only thing he had was his strap-lock backpack which contained all his essentials, school stuff... and his mask. He shook off the thought.
Kageta got off, stood beside Eika, and cracked his knuckles, ankles, elbows, neck, pretty much all the joints that could were cracked. The first thing that greeted him was a sight of the site, the slums looked unimpressive from behind the bus window and probably smelled really bad. The latter was true. The former though...
He noticed Aaron looking their way probably wondering why they were so quiet.
"You kiddin' man? Look at this place! Tin roofs, Uneven leveled buildings, offshooting walls... this is paradise, man!" Well paradise if one were to really love Parkour, which Kageta did. "I'm sorry, man, I know we're not supposed to attract attention being new students and stuff, but I can't resist! I'll meet you guys at the actual Kyushu." He stated with a grin. And took off sprinting.
Forward he ran, past Charlotte. "Hey, 'Lotte!'" He called out while running.</s>
<|message|>Aaron Disney
"Hey hey get out of the way I'mma going to be late for CLASS!!! AHHH!" a brown haired bay said as he pushed past Charlotte quickly running as fast as possible towards the school even slamming through the group of kids from earlier looking. "HEY WHAT THE HELL SENPAI!?" complained one of the no stars as the one stars looked on with annoyance. Disney could only wonder what the heck that kid was smoking as he looked over to Kageta and wondered what he was smoking too. Of course he knew he wasn't smoking anything which only served to make it stranger for him. "What's with you and free running huh? No offense bro I get it's like me and boxing but you look at everything that way. Hmmm should we go to school first or drop off all of our stuff at wherever we're staying? I'm staying at an apartment building my mom managed to get me. How about you guys?"</s>
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<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
"Yah!?" Jäger exclaimed as she just barely dodged out of the way as a kid threatened to run straight into her, forcing her to hastily jump to the side to avoid getting knocked onto her rear. Once she regained her balance she turned to watch the kid as he weaved in and out of the students heading toward the school. For a moment she frowned irritably at him and was about to shout after him but relented at the last moment, instead sighing and smiling warming before heading in the same direction herself, effortlessly joining the throng of students that had rapidly started to gather. An obvious indication as to the time of day if there ever was one.
"I have made arrangements myself," she said aloud in response to Aaron's query, however that was all she offered him and carried on, smiling as she went. In truth she had used her resources to acquire, by slum standards, a very nice house that was not too far removed from the entrance to the school grounds. Of course she hoped that it would only be a temporary arrangement, however for the moment it would suffice for her needs. And it was there that she was heading now, calculating that she had plenty of time to at the very least deposit her belongings before school started. Because there was no way in hell she was lugging a suitcase around all day.</s>
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<|description|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger's attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger's fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father's countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be 'in her care'.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous 'bunnies' and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family's influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family's financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood.</s>
<|message|>Kageta Usui (Oboro)
Kageta came to, he was inside the busy halls. His head hurt and he asked himself what hit him mentally as he put his hand on his head. He remembered now. The frantic swing of the bag from Charlotte was easily dodged, but something blew him out of consciousness, he was sure that was what the planet would feel like if an asteroid were to crash into it, an asteroid summoned by hell itself, more so if that asteroid came in the form of a girl with red eyes and black hair.
He half mentally scolded himself, half laughed at his predicament and stood up and dusted himself off. He wondered why he had been brought inside already since he passed out outside the campus. It was likely the tsunami of a crowd that now thinned off as the kids went to their respective classrooms. It didn't matter much anyway. He stood up and dusted himself off.
He realized that no one was in the halls anymore and frantically looked around. He looked out the windowed wall and saw everyone gathering in the courtyard. Try as he might, but he didn't see any of his classmates. He looked around again, no one was there, not even one-stars. He looked at the window once more and saw a handle to open the window. He reached for it and- No. Bad. We already saw what happened with our previous bad idea. He thought to himself and retracted his hand. Instead, he ran down the hall and looked for the stairs... that he just passed. He skidded himself to a halt and backtracked a bit. He went down the stairs and out into the courtyard.
He pushed himself through the crowd of students... and ended up falling, not just merely falling, but falling on a fellow student, and not just any fellow student, it was Charlotte! They both tumbled to the ground, but Kageta took the moment in his hands and propped himself up and stood quickly before the awkwardness seeped in. "Wup. Sorry there, Lotte. ehehe" He laughed sheepishly as he offered her a hand.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
"Don't move, not a single one of you! Hey! You! Get back in line!" one of the one-stars shouted in response to the announcement over the loudspeakers, shoving a petrified looking no-star back into line. There was no doubt in Jäger's mind now that the group she was with was indeed being singled out from the rest of the other students, with the majority of no-stars heading unmolested to their designated classrooms. This was bad. Really bad. The fact that she saw no sign of the others only made her even more concerned as to the purpose of this little gathering. Had they been separated in a similar manner or was it just her?
The guy who was doing the shouting turned to one of his fellows and nodded. Jäger recognised this guy as the one-star with the clipboard, the guy with the intense eyes but friendly expression. He flipped through his clipboard and shook his head in response. "No, we're still missing one, let's see," he said more to himself then to his subordinate. He sighed and rubbed the side of his head in mild annoyance. "Well that sucks, if we can't find him soon we'll just have too…"
He was interrupted, along with Jäger's concentration by the arrival of Kageta from one of the ground floor entrance ways as he stumbled straight into the unsuspecting Jäger, sending them both tumbling to the ground in an undignified heap. "K-Kageta!? What are you…Ah!" Jäger started to say before realizing that the boy was still on top of her, his hands somewhere they really shouldn't have been. Her face flushed red and she fell silent. Luckily for Kageta he seemed obvious to the fact and pushed himself upright almost at once. He offered her his hand but she was too embarrassed to respond. She bit her bottom lip, contemplating serious physical assault. Luckily for all concerned her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of laughing.
The guy with the clip board was bent over in laughter, his subordinates standing by patiently with a look that said they were used to this kind of thing. This only turned Jäger an even deeper shade of red as she silently took Kageta's hand and stood back in line. She looked toward the floor and nowhere else. Once he managed to regain his composure the one-star stood up straight and checked his clipboard. He smiled and checked something off with a flick of a pen. He smiled in satisfaction.
"And that makes everybody. So glad that you could join us!" he said with dangerous cheer as he looked directly at Kageta. He clicked his fingers, causing a rush of hands that would forcefully place Kageta into the lines of assembled no-stars. The one-star threw the clipboard over his shoulder. Behind him another one-star performed a heroic leap to catch it before it hit the ground. His face hit the ground instead. "Let's begin!" he said cheerfully, flashing the assembled no-stars a warm, cheerful smile. His fellow one-stars lined up behind him with militaristic precision.
"Welcome, one and all, to our humble little institution. Congratulations! Now I bet your all wondering what it is that you did to be singled out like this? Yes? No? Don't you fret kittens! You're not in trouble, not yet anyway. In fact, that's the reason you're all here! Ah, where are my manners, an introduction is in order!" As if on cue music started to emanate from an unknown source.
"My name is Kisuke Nagato, hall monitor and soldier of love! The pleasure is all mine~" he said with an overly dramatic flourish, his subordinates clapping in unison in response. He brushed a hand through his hair. His face seemed to sparkle all on its own. "And you have all been randomly selected to take part in a little exercise that we like to call…wait for it…compatibility testing!" he said theatrically, throwing his arms into the air. Either side of him one-star's pulled party poppers sending a stream of colourful confetti into the air.
"Any questions, kittens?" he said, inviting a response from the speechless audience of no-star pupils.</s>
<|message|>Aaron Disney
"I'd recommend not hazing the new bloods and bothering the old kids Kisuke Nagato." grumbled a plain voice from the shadows. A kid with silver hair and a kendo stick tied to his back with a two star tapped to the sides of his blazer. It was Yoshi Kanada, Captain of the Kendo Club from year three and he was expected to accept this year. He was a former three star but was demoted to three star for some deed or another. He looked over the assembled crew and spit on the ground. "I'll make sure Kotaro doesn't hear of this from my mouth if you stop now. You know Nero wants all these kids at that assembly and not fucking themselves on day one. He wants everyone to see him and he wants everyone to hear him. And Kotaro has been working his ass off to make that happen. What do you think he'll do with your pretty little face if he finds out about this hm? I wouldn't want to know." Yoshi grumbled as he got up from his shadowed location and proceeded to stalk off with one more thing to say on the matter. "I'm going to go and visit the head of discipline now saying that I heard something was going on with the no-stars. I'd say you got...four minutes maybe six if I go for a stroll."</s>
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<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Kisuke turned his head toward a voice that was unfortunately far too to him and glowered momentarily at the interruption. The voice belonged to one Yoshi Kanada, captain of the Kendo team. The former three-star was full of himself, as per usual. Kisuke spun around toward him and smiled confidently at the senior. "Yeah, yeah, that's right, everything I do is a joke to people like you huh? What, did you really think I would be doing something so despicable to the peons? Really?" Kisuke said with no malice or annoyance in his voice as he addressed Yoshi. But really, was that how the stuck up bastard saw him, as some horny pervert intent on debauchery? Well, it didn't matter either way, an order was an order.
But unfortunately that meant that he had failed in his task, at least to an extent. In truth it was his own fault. Had he bypassed his usual theatrics he could have been done with his task by now, instead of getting reprimanded by this close-minded fool. He sighed and nodded in affirmation to Yoshi's orders. Kisuke spun around back toward the assembled no-stars and grinned at them. "Sorry kittens, looks like we'll have to do this another time," he said with a very convincing apologetic tone before casually walking away, his subordinates following in his wake.
Jäger sighed in relief as the crowd started to rapidly disperse toward the assembly hall. "That was just…weird," Jäger said as she headed in the same direction as the others. She was getting a whole load of mixed signals about the people in this place. Some of them seemed like genuinely bad people, others however she wasn't so sure about. Kisuke for example. Despite what the two-star had said she simply didn't get that kind of vibe from him at all. "So what was the point of all that?" she said more to herself than to anyone in particular. He had had her picture in that file of his, along with pertinent data. She assumed then that the same was true for everyone else assembled. What had his purpose been? Whatever it was it had clearly not been official business.</s>
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<|description|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range
Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger's attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.
Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger's fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.
Favourite Activity: Archery
Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father's countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be 'in her care'.
Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous 'bunnies' and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.
Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family's influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family's financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.
During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.
With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.
Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.
Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Kisuke turned his head toward a voice that was unfortunately far too to him and glowered momentarily at the interruption. The voice belonged to one Yoshi Kanada, captain of the Kendo team. The former three-star was full of himself, as per usual. Kisuke spun around toward him and smiled confidently at the senior. "Yeah, yeah, that's right, everything I do is a joke to people like you huh? What, did you really think I would be doing something so despicable to the peons? Really?" Kisuke said with no malice or annoyance in his voice as he addressed Yoshi. But really, was that how the stuck up bastard saw him, as some horny pervert intent on debauchery? Well, it didn't matter either way, an order was an order.
But unfortunately that meant that he had failed in his task, at least to an extent. In truth it was his own fault. Had he bypassed his usual theatrics he could have been done with his task by now, instead of getting reprimanded by this close-minded fool. He sighed and nodded in affirmation to Yoshi's orders. Kisuke spun around back toward the assembled no-stars and grinned at them. "Sorry kittens, looks like we'll have to do this another time," he said with a very convincing apologetic tone before casually walking away, his subordinates following in his wake.
Jäger sighed in relief as the crowd started to rapidly disperse toward the assembly hall. "That was just…weird," Jäger said as she headed in the same direction as the others. She was getting a whole load of mixed signals about the people in this place. Some of them seemed like genuinely bad people, others however she wasn't so sure about. Kisuke for example. Despite what the two-star had said she simply didn't get that kind of vibe from him at all. "So what was the point of all that?" she said more to herself than to anyone in particular. He had had her picture in that file of his, along with pertinent data. She assumed then that the same was true for everyone else assembled. What had his purpose been? Whatever it was it had clearly not been official business.</s>
<|message|>Kageta Usui (Oboro)
As the starred students began to argue amongst themselves, Kageta kept quiet, idly looking around at the different students in line, he looked for Charlotte again and spotted her just a ways off to the front. Once the assembly was disbanded, everyone started to go their own way and he lost sight of Charlotte in the crowd. He groaned to himself.
He spent a few minutes pushing through the dense crowd, but when it grew thin, he could finally see her at least. He made his way over to her and almost fell into her... again. Close. "Jeez, almost crashed into you again. And on that note, why you gotta leave without me? He looked back at where the assembly was before they dispersed. "What was that about anyway?" He asked not really expecting any sort of answer.
He then realized that he had no idea what his class number is. Though, since he was in the assembly with Charlotte, they were probably classmates. "So uhh, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go ahead and follow you to class... ok?" And with that he smiled sheepishly.</s>
<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Jäger gracefully side stepped just as Kageta reached her, just in case of another collision. She looked at him quizzically for a moment before smiling. "Kageta!? I wondered where you had gone, you keep disappearing on us. I was getting worried that something had happened to you," Jäger said as she motioned with a tilt of the head for Kageta to follow her. His suggestion that the two of them must be in the same group because of the unofficial meeting that they had been caught up in was a simple one that she had not considered. "Sure, I don't mind. At least you're not as unsociable as that brain dead oaf," she said as she headed toward the room that she had been assigned too.
"As to what that was about I have no idea. Recruiting for a club maybe? Could have been some kind of random security thing I suppose. Who knows in this place. As to the guy himself I'd like to say that he weirded me out but to be honest he kind of reminded me of someone that I used to know. A lot, actually," she said solemnly as the two of them approached the classroom. Outside the door was a one-star hall monitor, however he didn't give them any trouble other than a mean eyed glare. Jäger guessed that the reason for their lateness was already known to him. She wondered if the one-star Kisuke, a hall monitor himself had arranged it as such.
Jäger entered into a mainly empty room, save for one or two no-star students already in their seats and a unenthusiastic looking teacher who barely even glanced her way. Never the less she walked over to him and bowed politely, showing him one of her best smiles. "I'm sorry for my lateness, it won't happen again. My name is Charlotte Jäger Neumann, it's a pleasure to meet you sir," she said in a warm tone that matched her warm expression. Both of which seemed to take the teacher a little off guard. Clearly he was not used to such courteousness for his students. In fact he looked a little confused.
"Me?" he said as if not understanding the situation. Momentarily confused Jäger returned his confused expression. He stared at her for a moment before simply sighing. "Anyway, don't make yourselves comfortable, once the rest of you slackers get here we will be heading to the assembly area." He didn't bother getting up as he spoke, nor did he bother introducing himself afterwards. Not even as an afterthought. Both of these things annoyed Jäger far more than they should have. Her brow twitched in annoyance. "Thank you sir," she said very politely.</s>
<|message|>Kageta Usui (Oboro)
Charlotte and Kageta got to their room, Charlotte went in first and apologized to the teacher for their tardiness. As the teacher entertained her, Kageta walked inside inconspicuous to the teacher and sat in an empty chair. When Charlotte finished speaking, she went to her own seat. Kageta stood up and moved to the seat beside Charlotte. "Hey." Kageta stated as he sat next to her. The Classroom was fairly empty anyway.
Kageta looked around the spacious room. The no-stars looked fairly different from most one-stars, the one-stars were uniformed and organized, while those lower seemed to have more individuality, he also wondered to himself what, if at all, the teachers' powers were like, then again, he hasn't seen any combat in-person done by any of the students, save his classmates. Then there were also some one-stars who retained some sort of individuality, as well as the other multi-starred students. Possibly, individual personality was needed in order to achieve a higher rank than one-star. That was interesting to note. And reminded him.
"So, when do you think we'll get our own starred uniforms?" He asked Charlotte. His voice more quiet than a statement, but louder than a whisper.</s>
<|message|>Aaron Disney
Aaron felt like his head was about to pop between the new kid and Eika when suddenly Mr. Chang stood up from the chair he had literally just sat down on as the last of the students got into the room. "Alright class let's take make our way down to the auditorium so we can meet with our school president and his council. Sasaki got up and only to get pushed aside by a bigger kid behind him forcing him over his desk but he got up claiming he was fine and walked to his seat where he proceeded to miss making him land on his butt and making him look like an idiot. The real kicker for Aaron though is apparently the other no-stars didn't give five shits about it because they were so use to it apparently. "...Anyways I will lead you to the auditorium assuming none of you have an other questions." Mr. Chang said as she looked at the group of kids in front of him and when one of them asked a sarcastic question about how much he should suck up to the school president the teacher promptly answered they shouldn't and instead focus on their grades in a completely serious tone before he got all the kids up and forced them out of class in a straight line.</s>
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<|message|>Charlotte Jäger Neumann
Jäger stared with narrowed eyes at the teacher, sat directly in front of her at the other end of the room. She didn't like it when people just casually disregarded her like that, especially when she went to so much trouble to be polite and friendly. Not that any of the other late arrivals faired any better, which was something at least. She turned toward Kageta and hummed thoughtfully as she considered his question. "I'm not sure. It's clear that we can't just go and ask for one, or everybody would have one. No, we need to do something to earn them, something to catch their attention, something that they can't ignore," she said thoughtfully, referring to those who constituted the real power in this academy. She had had an idea about that, however she was cut off just as she opened her mouth to speak, the sound of fist on blackboard silencing the background conversation of the other students.
Once their teacher was satisfied that he had gotten everyone's attention he cleared his throat to speak. "OK listen up brats, you have an assembly to get to, pronto, no slacking off. If I catch anyone trying to sneak off you'll be sent straight to the Disciplinary Committee, understand? Good," he said in monotonous tone that suggested that despite his words he really could care less. After a moment of hesitation the students started to mobilise, displaying no more enthusiasm than that shown by their teacher. Jäger turned toward Kageta and shrugged before joining the rest of the students as they headed toward the assembly point.</s>
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<|description|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
Appearance:
Species: Elf
Gender: Female
Skills and standard abilities: I'm proficient Archer, but I won't be winning any contests.
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
Healing touch: Her hand glows white, and when she touches a person, their cells receive the energy they need to divide. Warning, don't use on people with cancer or the cancer will spread.
Reset body: A pulse of yellow energy resets a person's biological processes. This can be used to treat diseases like cancer and diabetes, and as a counter to curses which disrupt the bodies natural functions.
Toxin purge: Liver function and blood flow increase, which causes the body to filter out toxins, poisons, and venoms.
Fire ball: A standard fire ball spell, which produces a ball of fire the size of a fist and shoots it at the enemy.
Job: A Healer, perhaps? I do seem to have a lot of knowledge in how to heal others.
Personality: I know I'm not a bad person, and that I want to return to my home to help my people. Other than that, I'm not sure.
Biography/ history: I remember running and coughing. Something with ten or more legs was chasing me. Sometimes, when I calm my mind I see a lake surrounded by buildings and Fog, and it feels like home.
Equipment: A bow, my clothing, and a satchel with a few medicinal herbs and poultices.
Name: Sieto
Appearance: Humanoid form.
Fox form.
Species: Kitsune
Gender: Male
Skills and standard abilities: Skilled with knives. Sometime shapeshifts into a monster form to physically attack. He is also quite stealthy, which is benefited by his small Fox form.
Supernatural/ magical abilities: Shapeshifting: While not the best, he has enough skill to take the shape of several types of monsters, and has even used this ability to survive for up to forty minutes in the fog. This has side effects, though, as the longer he remains in monster form, the more he forgets not being a monster, and the more he wants to remain one.
Fireball: Standard fire ball, though he can supercharge it to make it larger or hotter. This uses a lot of energy, though, so throwing even a few blue fist-sized balls will weaken him by about half.
Flame thrower: A sustained flame. It's colder than a fire ball, but uses less energy.
Flame Claw: lights his claws with a blue flame that burns or melts through a target when he strikes it. Used during hand-to-hand combat when he loses his knives.
Healing touch: His hand glows white, and when she touches a person, their cells receive the energy they need to divide. Warning, don't use on people with cancer or the cancer will spread.
Reset body: A pulse of yellow energy resets a person's biological processes. This can be used to treat diseases like cancer and diabetes, and as a counter to curses which disrupt the bodies natural functions.
Toxin purge: Liver function and blood flow increase, which causes the body to filter out toxins, poisons, and venoms.
Job: I'm an apprentice to the village healer, but gathering herbs in the wilds, or sometimes in the fog, is quite dangerous, so I have learned to be a fighter when needed as well.
Personality: In a word, I'm Curious. This is what first lead me to learn to take monster form. I wanted to explore the fog, and it was the only way to do so. I'll help those in need, but I prefer to avoid battle.
Biography/ history: At the young age of 36 he was found to have a talent with healing magics, and started to study under the village healer. One day, in search of herbs outside the village, he was attacked by a monster. He ran and the village guard had to save him. After that he knew he had to learn to fight. He bought two knives and had his older brother, a village guard, teach him to use them. He also learned more advanced fire magics from his mother.
Several years later he found a cave about a hundred feet into the fog. He explored it and, after avoiding the Goblins and other creatures that lived down there, he found that it opened into the fog elsewhere, though he could see through the fog well enough there. That's when the monsters found him. He tried becoming one of them and fighting them off, but there were too many of them. He knew he had to become something which was fast, but would be accepted by any people that he met as one of their own. He became an Elf woman, a species known for their agility and endurance, and used "Toxin Purge" to survive as he ran. When he emerged from the fog, though, it had damaged his mind, keeping him from remembering his past. A farmer found "her" naked, laying near the fog, and nursed her back to health, giving her clothing, an old bow, and some more medicine, should she become sick or injured again. She thanked the people at the farm and headed south, to a fairly large village named "Cherry Grove Village" that the farmers traded with.
Equipment: Twin curved knives (lost near the cave entrance), Black Leather armor (fits his humanoid form)</s>
<|message|>Adamar
"So... You must be Siana." A dry and raspy voice calmly approached her from behind. His voice was neither high nor low in pitch, but did sound as though it was not often used. If Siana was to turn around, she would see a tall and dark looking figure. Wreathed in a black cloak and a bronze colored mask, the only clue about this person was their voice. Obviously male, this man had no bag slung over his shoulder, as most adventured did. Instead he held only a very old-looking book, clutched in his hand and pressed against his chest.
"I am Adamar. I will be accompanying you into the Fog." He reached forward with his empty hand. Poking out from the long robes, both his hands and arms were tightly garbed in black cloth.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
The message Kismet had received a few weeks earlier had been vague to say the least, one word only 'Come' followed by the guild hall address. She'd been halfway across the continent at the time but mysteries had always intrigued her and so she'd followed the direction and come. Now she found herself in a strange library surrounded by all manner of miscreants, and no clue as to what was going on.
Her nerves twitched as she gazed at the newcomer, his black cloak flowing around his strangely as he stepped up to the speaker. There was something about him which seemed out of place, although she couldn't quite understand why. She decided to hold back for a moment, keeping herself lost in the small crowd as she observed events transpire. Her father had always said it was best to let the brave man jump in the quicksand first, that way you could always use him as a stepping stone.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
Siana looked at the man who walked up behind her. He seemed unusual, but that wasn't anything special. Maybe he was one of those people who spent so much time studying that they let their social skills fall to the wayside. Or maybe his culture was just very different than the one from this area. That would explain the robes, as noone in this area dressed head to toe in robes. Or he could just be from another world and not have assimilated into the local culture yet.
"Of course," she said, "Please have a seat and we can get started." When everyone was seated, she began. "Hi, everyone, I'm Siana. I'm hear to gather up a group of people to venture into the Fog, through a series of caves and mines, and to a lake deep within the Fog. Now, I need to make sure that everyone here is the kind of person that should be coming along with me, so if you came here because you though I was attractive and you were hoping to woo me, then you might as well leave. I'm married, and my husband lives at the village on the lake. He the most powerful battlemage I've ever met." Many of the people stood up and left. When they had gone, she continued. "Now, if you've come hoping to make money, I've got bad news for you. I've barely got enough money to live on myself, and the village doesn't have much either, as it can't trade with others except when a portal opens up close enough to the village that they can stabilize it long enough to trade through it. The best you'll get are some well-made clothes or some tasty foodstuffs." All but a few stood up and left. Good, now that I've gotten rid of the 95% that I know are here for the wrong reason, I'll see if the remaining people are here for the right reason. "Anyone who's left, please tell us a little about yourself. Your name, skills and powers, and most importantly why you want to go on this quest." Hopefully she could learn enough about the others to decide if they were the kind of person she wanted to come with her.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
A portal in the Fog stable enough to support a village? There must be more to it than that. Kis thought. In her experience portals were usually random events, popping up all over but rarely in the same place for long. If the village had found some way of opening portals themselves, or at least attracting forming portals closer to themselves, then it was certainly something worth investigating.
And then there was the matter of the battlemage. Even if his wife was exaggerating his powers, as spouses were wont to do, then a magic user so close to the strange phenomena couldn't be a coincidence. Whatever was happening out in the Fog Kis knew she had to be one of the people to investigate. Stepping up towards the woman Kis coughed politely and turned to look around the room with a warm, friendly smile.
"Hi everybody, most of you already know me, but for those who don't I'm Kismet," Taking a quick bow Kis took a moment to wave to a few of the adventurers she recognised, sharing a familiar greeting with them to renew old acquaintances. When she was done she turned back to the woman leading the meeting and with earnest eyes continued with her introduction. "You could call me a greeter of sorts. I hunt the wastes for newcomers to the realm and help to acclimatise them to our ways and customs." She quickly skipped over the other part of her duties, the part where she made sure the dangerous and unstable visitors never had a chance to 'acclimatise', if the woman needed to know about that, Kis would inform her at a more opportune time.
"I'm a decent tracker and scout, and know enough about the herbs of the wilds to be a fair healer in a pinch. If you'll have me along I'd be happy to accompany you on your journey." With that Kis quickly took a seat in the front row of the chamber, making herself a part of the crowd as she turned and shared some good humoured words with an old friend seated not far away.</s>
<|message|>Adamar
Following Kimset's introduction, Adamar slowly rose from one of the front-row seats. With an eerie aura about him, he strode to where Kimset had stood. Just as before, he clutched his book close to him, and his entirety was covered from head to toe with a hooded robe, mask, leather armor and black wrappings that looked similar to gauze. His dry voice cracked into existence from behind the bronze mask once again.
"My name is Adamar. My knowledge of the supernatural and my skills with magic will be necessary if you wish to survive in the Fog. My reasons for being here are my own, and I care not for any of your motives."
Without waiting for any response, Adamar returned to his seat. Those sitting near him very obviously had faces of concern or suspicion, but none rose their voice against him.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
'Well, he's a cheery one,' Kis thought to herself, eyeing the magic-user cautiously while keeping up her own cherry act with her band of admirers. 'Hopefully we won't need to find out if his skills rival his ego.'</s>
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<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
Siana listened to the various people answer her questions. Most of them were just Adventurers, generally looking to increase their skills or renown, so the money didn't matter. That was fine. If a teenage squire wanted to perfect his sword technique in the Fog or underground, or an unknown mage wanted to become famous enough to be offered membership in a guild, or be rewarded private contracts, she didn't care. They would need plenty of backup if they came across a group of monsters. She also had a vague feeling like they would be needed at the village.
The two that stood out the most, though, were the cloaked man, by his own description a powerful, yet mysterious mage, and a woman with talent in finding portals. While the first person would definitely be worth keeping around in case they ran into any enemies, the second will mostly come in handy once they got to the village. Something about portals, but the memory was still difficult to access.
"Ok, then, you're all accepted. I'll lead you to the cave I used to come here. It's about fifty meters into the fog, about three kilometers north of the city. There's a farm near there run by an old couple name "Lisie". We'll meet up beside their well. If you decide you don't want to come with us, just don't come. We'll leave from there at sunrise tomorrow. Thank you for coming." With that she got up and left, heading north once she was outside. She'd tell them what she really knew tonight around the camp fire. She didn't want them to know the truth now because they would tell the others that left. Adventurers tended to stick together.
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That night, as the sun set, she gathered everyone around the large fire she had built. They were far enough from the Fog that it wouldn't draw any Monsters to them, though bandits and wolves were both distinct possibilities. "Thank you all for showing up." she said, addressing the crowd. "Now that you're here, I need to tell you a few things. First, I'm not married, or at least I'm not sure if I am. I was found naked by the fog by the couple that lives here. I didn't have anything on me, including a wedding ring, and the Fog erased my memory, so I don't remember much. I do have flashes sometimes, though, in my dreams. An old man and his family, dancing or doing some form of martial arts, stabilizing or creating a portal. A group of warriors taking on a group of monsters, though my mind focuses on one of them, a man who looks to be in his late twenties, hurling fire at the enemy. I know he's special to me, somehow, so he's the one I based my fictional husband on. I also remember coughing and stumbling, the sound of too many legs skittering across the ground behind me.
From my memories I've worked out which cave I exited. It's know as "Red Bird Goblin Cave" by the adventurers who mapped the edge of the fog because the Red Bird clan of Goblins lives in it. They won't be any trouble, though. We'll need to get to the bottom level, where the cave connects to an ancient mine. After that, we just need to make our way to the top. Any questions?"</s>
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<|description|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
Appearance:
Species: Elf
Gender: Female
Skills and standard abilities: I'm proficient Archer, but I won't be winning any contests.
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
Healing touch: Her hand glows white, and when she touches a person, their cells receive the energy they need to divide. Warning, don't use on people with cancer or the cancer will spread.
Reset body: A pulse of yellow energy resets a person's biological processes. This can be used to treat diseases like cancer and diabetes, and as a counter to curses which disrupt the bodies natural functions.
Toxin purge: Liver function and blood flow increase, which causes the body to filter out toxins, poisons, and venoms.
Fire ball: A standard fire ball spell, which produces a ball of fire the size of a fist and shoots it at the enemy.
Job: A Healer, perhaps? I do seem to have a lot of knowledge in how to heal others.
Personality: I know I'm not a bad person, and that I want to return to my home to help my people. Other than that, I'm not sure.
Biography/ history: I remember running and coughing. Something with ten or more legs was chasing me. Sometimes, when I calm my mind I see a lake surrounded by buildings and Fog, and it feels like home.
Equipment: A bow, my clothing, and a satchel with a few medicinal herbs and poultices.
Name: Sieto
Appearance: Humanoid form.
Fox form.
Species: Kitsune
Gender: Male
Skills and standard abilities: Skilled with knives. Sometime shapeshifts into a monster form to physically attack. He is also quite stealthy, which is benefited by his small Fox form.
Supernatural/ magical abilities: Shapeshifting: While not the best, he has enough skill to take the shape of several types of monsters, and has even used this ability to survive for up to forty minutes in the fog. This has side effects, though, as the longer he remains in monster form, the more he forgets not being a monster, and the more he wants to remain one.
Fireball: Standard fire ball, though he can supercharge it to make it larger or hotter. This uses a lot of energy, though, so throwing even a few blue fist-sized balls will weaken him by about half.
Flame thrower: A sustained flame. It's colder than a fire ball, but uses less energy.
Flame Claw: lights his claws with a blue flame that burns or melts through a target when he strikes it. Used during hand-to-hand combat when he loses his knives.
Healing touch: His hand glows white, and when she touches a person, their cells receive the energy they need to divide. Warning, don't use on people with cancer or the cancer will spread.
Reset body: A pulse of yellow energy resets a person's biological processes. This can be used to treat diseases like cancer and diabetes, and as a counter to curses which disrupt the bodies natural functions.
Toxin purge: Liver function and blood flow increase, which causes the body to filter out toxins, poisons, and venoms.
Job: I'm an apprentice to the village healer, but gathering herbs in the wilds, or sometimes in the fog, is quite dangerous, so I have learned to be a fighter when needed as well.
Personality: In a word, I'm Curious. This is what first lead me to learn to take monster form. I wanted to explore the fog, and it was the only way to do so. I'll help those in need, but I prefer to avoid battle.
Biography/ history: At the young age of 36 he was found to have a talent with healing magics, and started to study under the village healer. One day, in search of herbs outside the village, he was attacked by a monster. He ran and the village guard had to save him. After that he knew he had to learn to fight. He bought two knives and had his older brother, a village guard, teach him to use them. He also learned more advanced fire magics from his mother.
Several years later he found a cave about a hundred feet into the fog. He explored it and, after avoiding the Goblins and other creatures that lived down there, he found that it opened into the fog elsewhere, though he could see through the fog well enough there. That's when the monsters found him. He tried becoming one of them and fighting them off, but there were too many of them. He knew he had to become something which was fast, but would be accepted by any people that he met as one of their own. He became an Elf woman, a species known for their agility and endurance, and used "Toxin Purge" to survive as he ran. When he emerged from the fog, though, it had damaged his mind, keeping him from remembering his past. A farmer found "her" naked, laying near the fog, and nursed her back to health, giving her clothing, an old bow, and some more medicine, should she become sick or injured again. She thanked the people at the farm and headed south, to a fairly large village named "Cherry Grove Village" that the farmers traded with.
Equipment: Twin curved knives (lost near the cave entrance), Black Leather armor (fits his humanoid form)</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
"Oh, there are Zombies around here, alright." she said, answering a guild member that said they didn't think a zombie had been seen around this area in years. Creepy stories were a tradition at the guild, to try and test the courage of the younger members. Siana had never participated in it before, but she thought it was a bit fun. "In fact the old man that owns this farm is a powerful Necromancer. When I stayed here after leaving the Fog I woke up one night, during a full moon and I saw him, raising a warrior that had died a week earlier. "Go, my minion." he said to it, "go into the fog and slay the monsters that live within it." The Fog doesn't effect the undead, you see, but many of the monster inside of it are drawn to the dark energies in the undead. So you'd better sleep lightly. Neither of the moons may be full tonight, but you might still awaken to find a rotting corpse stepping across you, making its way into the Fog."
Several of the younger members of the group started looking around, looking and listening for signs of the undead. "B-But he's not really going to create a zombie tonight, is he?" said a young man of about sixteen, his black irises huge from fright, and his skin an even paler shade of grey than the part imp's skin usually had.
Siana smiled and stared at him, just long enough to let his fright grow a bit before telling the truth. "No, he's not going to make a zombie tonight." she said, to the sound of several adventurers exhaling a sigh of relief. "He is a Necromancer, and was a member of the guild for over a decade, but the only things he ever raises is a skeletal dog when his grandkids come over, as they like to play fetch with it, and one or two skeletal horses for when he needs to plow or pull his cart to the market in the city. He's can only keep them animated for three or four hours anyway, so you won't see them wondering around after dark." The group shared a laugh and Siana excused herself to walk over to the cloaked figure sitting under a tree.
"So, are you hungry? Some of the richer adventurers chipped in and bought a pig from the farmer, and are roasting it now. They want to have a feast before setting off on a large mission." She looked the man over. "If you don't mind me saying so, you seem a bit distant, like you feel out of place. I know it's not my place to ask, but are you from another land or realm? I only ask because many people keep their old customs when they move or come through a portal, and no one here dresses in robes such as that."</s>
<|message|>Adamar
"Your tales of necromancy are pathetic," he responded in a unimpressed tone. His gaze maintained his book as he spoke. "But if you must know, you needn't worry about feeding me. I do not eat, sleep, or even breathe. And my clothing is solely for protection of identity..." his voice trailed off as his head turned upward to face Siana. The dim glow of the campfire gave his mask a rusted color when combined with its bronze. It was perfectly featureless, save for two small slits for seeing. With a straight tone he asked "Wouldn't want the locals to know that I'm undead, would they? Though I suppose such creatures are more welcome here than in my home plane?"</s>
<|message|>Kismet
As she wandered up the path Kis caught the smell of burning flesh on the wind. Immediately she was on her guard, darting off between the trees as she slid her new blades out of their sheaths. Carefully she made her way around the farm's perimeter, preparing herself for the worst until finally she caught sight of the bonfire.
A large pig was slowly being roasted on a spit as two of the younger adventurers turned it over in the flames. Nearby an older adventurer with a belly almost large enough to fit the pig in whole was pouring seasoned oils over the carcass, carefully basting every piece of the beast as its skin began to crackle and pop from the heat.
Relaxing Kis slipped her blades away before stepping out of the shadows. "Well met, friends," She called, waving over to the party members as she walked towards the fire. "That's a fine beast you have, do you mind if I share in your feast? I can trade you some of my own prizes to help sweeten the pot." As she spoke Kismet reached down and pulled two skinned rabbits from her pouch, their salted bodies preserved and fresh.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
"But if you must know, you needn't worry about feeding me. I do not eat, sleep, or even breathe. And my clothing is solely for protection of identity...Wouldn't want the locals to know that I'm undead, would they? Though I suppose such creatures are more welcome here than in my home plane?"@Light
Siana was a bit surprised by the fact that he was undead. Sure, she'd heard that the local Guildmaster was a Vampire, but this man couldn't be one, as Vampires still need to drink blood. He couldn't be an autonomous zombie either, as they still needed to eat, in some cases raw flesh, in order to prevent decay and to heal. He couldn't be a mummy either, as they needed to absorb the flesh of the living or recently dead for strength. Or course all of this was based on what she'd heard from stories told at the guild, but she only knew of one type of undead that could survive on energy alone. "Does that mean you're a Lich? I never thought I'd meet one. Don't worry, your secrets safe with me. I'm not sure if these people could handle the truth. I think they collected the life-energy from the animal when they killed it, I could probably get that for you if you want it." She knew she was yammering, but she was exited. It was quite rare to find someone skilled and talented enough to raise themselves. She wasn't sure if the Lich needed life energy to heal or not, but it didn't hurt to ask. "If they ask why, I could tell them you want to practice your enchanting, and need it to provide extra energy for the spell. I'm sure they wouldn't mind."</s>
<|message|>Adamar
Adamar nodded to answer her question of creature type. "As I said, I need no sustenance. In the rare event that I am incapacitated, the only utility needed is Negative Energy. The energies of life and death work in opposite on undead as they do on the living. The healing spells that are common among clerics and such channel Positive Energy. While this energy can mend the living, it is a weapon against those with unlife. Alternatively, the Negative Energy that corrupts the life of the living will rejuvenate the unlife of creatures like me. I can channel Negative Energy, so I will be fine."
He tilted his head and looked past Siana at the campers roasting their meal.
"That will not be needed. The life-force of a deceased creature is useless. The art of Necromancy fills the empty body like a vessel. Once the life-force is gone, it is replaced with unlife. I do not think your companions will be partial to having their dinner raised. Any monsters slain in the Fog will hopefully prove useful postmortem." At the conclusion of his lecture he looked back down at his book.
"And lastly, do not think of us as friends. Your troop has earned my assistance purely because your destinations lie in agreement with mine. I will ward your group against the Fog. But the monsters that reside inland are vicious and powerful. Any companions of yours who prove useless in life will be useful to me in death."</s>
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<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
"Any companions of yours who prove useless in life will be useful to me in death."
"You'll need to get their permission to use their bodies like that, or you'll be breaking the law. In fact, you'll need to make sure you come by all of your supplies legally or people will consider you a thief. Monsters and people that attack you are fine though, assuming they were breaking the law by attacking you. They forfeited their body when..."
Before she could finish her explanation, a cry of "Bandits" came from the camp, the voice sounding like Mr. Lisie's. She ran over to where the old man and his wife were hiding behind a rock, the area lit by a dropped torch. "I don't get it," said the old man. "They haven't attacked us in years, since we agreed to let them cross and hunt on the land in the area. I saw one just before sunset by the beach, but I thought he was hunting seal like they do from time to time. Maybe they're here because of the group?"
Siana looked at his leg and saw that he was bleeding. "Stay still, and I'll heal you," she said, "you can't fight with a whole in your leg."
His wife put her greatsword away and armed her crossbow. "I'll keep them off of you" she said, then fired at one of the attackers.</s>
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<|description|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
Appearance:
Species: Elf
Gender: Female
Skills and standard abilities: I'm proficient Archer, but I won't be winning any contests.
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
Healing touch: Her hand glows white, and when she touches a person, their cells receive the energy they need to divide. Warning, don't use on people with cancer or the cancer will spread.
Reset body: A pulse of yellow energy resets a person's biological processes. This can be used to treat diseases like cancer and diabetes, and as a counter to curses which disrupt the bodies natural functions.
Toxin purge: Liver function and blood flow increase, which causes the body to filter out toxins, poisons, and venoms.
Fire ball: A standard fire ball spell, which produces a ball of fire the size of a fist and shoots it at the enemy.
Job: A Healer, perhaps? I do seem to have a lot of knowledge in how to heal others.
Personality: I know I'm not a bad person, and that I want to return to my home to help my people. Other than that, I'm not sure.
Biography/ history: I remember running and coughing. Something with ten or more legs was chasing me. Sometimes, when I calm my mind I see a lake surrounded by buildings and Fog, and it feels like home.
Equipment: A bow, my clothing, and a satchel with a few medicinal herbs and poultices.
Name: Sieto
Appearance: Humanoid form.
Fox form.
Species: Kitsune
Gender: Male
Skills and standard abilities: Skilled with knives. Sometime shapeshifts into a monster form to physically attack. He is also quite stealthy, which is benefited by his small Fox form.
Supernatural/ magical abilities: Shapeshifting: While not the best, he has enough skill to take the shape of several types of monsters, and has even used this ability to survive for up to forty minutes in the fog. This has side effects, though, as the longer he remains in monster form, the more he forgets not being a monster, and the more he wants to remain one.
Fireball: Standard fire ball, though he can supercharge it to make it larger or hotter. This uses a lot of energy, though, so throwing even a few blue fist-sized balls will weaken him by about half.
Flame thrower: A sustained flame. It's colder than a fire ball, but uses less energy.
Flame Claw: lights his claws with a blue flame that burns or melts through a target when he strikes it. Used during hand-to-hand combat when he loses his knives.
Healing touch: His hand glows white, and when she touches a person, their cells receive the energy they need to divide. Warning, don't use on people with cancer or the cancer will spread.
Reset body: A pulse of yellow energy resets a person's biological processes. This can be used to treat diseases like cancer and diabetes, and as a counter to curses which disrupt the bodies natural functions.
Toxin purge: Liver function and blood flow increase, which causes the body to filter out toxins, poisons, and venoms.
Job: I'm an apprentice to the village healer, but gathering herbs in the wilds, or sometimes in the fog, is quite dangerous, so I have learned to be a fighter when needed as well.
Personality: In a word, I'm Curious. This is what first lead me to learn to take monster form. I wanted to explore the fog, and it was the only way to do so. I'll help those in need, but I prefer to avoid battle.
Biography/ history: At the young age of 36 he was found to have a talent with healing magics, and started to study under the village healer. One day, in search of herbs outside the village, he was attacked by a monster. He ran and the village guard had to save him. After that he knew he had to learn to fight. He bought two knives and had his older brother, a village guard, teach him to use them. He also learned more advanced fire magics from his mother.
Several years later he found a cave about a hundred feet into the fog. He explored it and, after avoiding the Goblins and other creatures that lived down there, he found that it opened into the fog elsewhere, though he could see through the fog well enough there. That's when the monsters found him. He tried becoming one of them and fighting them off, but there were too many of them. He knew he had to become something which was fast, but would be accepted by any people that he met as one of their own. He became an Elf woman, a species known for their agility and endurance, and used "Toxin Purge" to survive as he ran. When he emerged from the fog, though, it had damaged his mind, keeping him from remembering his past. A farmer found "her" naked, laying near the fog, and nursed her back to health, giving her clothing, an old bow, and some more medicine, should she become sick or injured again. She thanked the people at the farm and headed south, to a fairly large village named "Cherry Grove Village" that the farmers traded with.
Equipment: Twin curved knives (lost near the cave entrance), Black Leather armor (fits his humanoid form)</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
"Any companions of yours who prove useless in life will be useful to me in death."
"You'll need to get their permission to use their bodies like that, or you'll be breaking the law. In fact, you'll need to make sure you come by all of your supplies legally or people will consider you a thief. Monsters and people that attack you are fine though, assuming they were breaking the law by attacking you. They forfeited their body when..."
Before she could finish her explanation, a cry of "Bandits" came from the camp, the voice sounding like Mr. Lisie's. She ran over to where the old man and his wife were hiding behind a rock, the area lit by a dropped torch. "I don't get it," said the old man. "They haven't attacked us in years, since we agreed to let them cross and hunt on the land in the area. I saw one just before sunset by the beach, but I thought he was hunting seal like they do from time to time. Maybe they're here because of the group?"
Siana looked at his leg and saw that he was bleeding. "Stay still, and I'll heal you," she said, "you can't fight with a whole in your leg."
His wife put her greatsword away and armed her crossbow. "I'll keep them off of you" she said, then fired at one of the attackers.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
As the cry went up Kis dropped her plate, glazing mournfully at the half-eaten rabbit leg which had been roasted to perfection only to be dropped in the dirt. Drawing her blades from their sheathes she stepped back out of the light of the campfire, closing her eyes tightly as she moved off between the trees, her other senses sharp in the woodlands.
After a couple of minutes her eyes snapped open, her night vision restored as she began to make her way around the farmlands, looking to out-flank the bandits. She could hear the sounds of fighting coming from the camp, but most of the noise seemed to be coming from the young, inexperienced members of the party who were screaming for orders and demanding to know what was happening in the darkness which surrounded them.
Shaking her head with derision Kis made use of the distraction to quickly scale one of the largest trees in her vicinity and glanced out across the ground, looking for signs of the intruders.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
When the old man was healed Siana joined his wife in firing back, lobbing a few fire balls at them with an overhand throw. While none of them hit any bandits, they did succeed in forcing the bandits to keep their heads down. "Go wide" she said to one of the adventurers that had run up to her. "Try and flank them." As the adventurers left she drew her bow. "So," she said to the old man and his wife. "Shall we draw their fire?" The three of them started firing at the bandit's location, the woman with a crossbow, the man with frost bolts, and Siana with her bow.
In the Darkness, watching on as the bandits attacked the adventurers and farmers was a man in bone armor, carrying a spear.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
Quickly swinging from branch to branch Kis made her way passed the fighting, up behind the bandits before finally dropping down into the middle of the raiders. The first man down never knew what hit him, the blade slicing his neck from behind, cutting his windpipe and jugular up under his helmet. The second felt the blade pierce up into his heart and his mouth fell open, but it was too late to cry out a warning to his compatriots, his last breath escaping in a soundless sigh.
Carefully Kis made her way through the shadows, taking the bandits she came across down one-by-one, while at the same time trying to avoid the incoming fire from her own allies. This is why I prefer to work alone, she thought to herself as an arrow whispered past her face almost close enough to take off her nose.</s>
<|message|>Garen Steelsinger
Garen was traveling to a nearby village when he heard the commotion. Usually he wasn't one to travel at night but given the circumstances he was in a hurry. He had heard rumors that in this village someone was setting up an expedition into the Fog, Garen couldn't let something like that pass him by.
So he was as a wraith passing through the trees, silent, careful. Finally he was passing a farm when the familiar sounds of combat reached his ears. He slowly drew Gwynt, it's polished, engraved blade shining in the moonlight. Garen crept to the edge of the light coming from a bonfire, there he saw a few men fighting, just a bunch of dark figures against the firelight. He moved on through the trees, searching for any indication of what he might like to do.
Eventually he found a group of scattered men working their way through the trees. From the corner of his eye he saw a dark figure descend and kill one, then two. The figure glided through the shadows as if made of the darkness itself. Garen couldn't help but be captivated by the figure's grace and finesse. At least he knew one thing for certain, he didn't want to make that his enemy.
Garen took the figure's lead, stalking wayward men and quickly ending them. The first one that he targeted had no idea what happened as he plunged Gwynt through the man's throat. The second was lucky enough to see him but not quick enough to avoid decapitation. Finally he found a man wearing bone armor and wielding a spear. Garen silently drew up to his back, thrusting Gwynt right at the man's throat. The man turned in time to block his attack, the two locked eyes as their weapons clattered off the other. "Well, you like a leader of some form, care to dance?" A challenge as Garen held his blade up to block any counterattacks from his opponent.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
It was becoming more difficult for Kis to find targets of opportunity in the darkness. The remaining bandits seemed to have realised that something was stalking them and had begun to group together in the cover of the outlying buildings and forest making it hard for her to close with any of them without being spotted.
In the middle of the farm yard, lit by the campfire over which the roasting hog carcass was beginning to blacken and burn, Kis spotted a larger, bone armoured figure striding through her teammates, his blade hacking down at them with long, powerful strokes. It was clear that this was the leader of the bandits, and she'd learnt that with ragged groups like these it was best to lop off the head before looting the bodies of the slain. Pulling her bow from her shoulder Kis notched an arrow and drew back the string, taking careful aim on the giant.
Before she could fire a stranger leapt from the darkness, his sword swinging down at the giant's neck only to be blocked at the last moment. The pair were too far away for Kis to hear what was being said, but it was clear the stranger was no friend to the bandit leader, and with his sword flashing against the fire light Kis knew he'd be a better match than she was.
Letting her focus relax Kis spotted one of the bandits rising up behind the newcomer, a crossbow levelled at his back. Quickly she shifted her aim and let her arrow fly, the wooden shaft speeding past the swordsman's face, burying itself in the archer's throat. As he dropped to the ground, his crossbow tumbling from his lifeless hands, Kis quickly shouldered her bow and slipped back into the shadows. The arrow would've drawn the attention of the other bandits and she didn't feel like taking an arrow for the team just yet.</s>
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<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
The man in Bonemold looked at the the new challenger that had dropped in and started killing his warriors, blocking his blow just in time. So he has some skill, the man thought.
"Well, you like a leader of some form, care to dance?"
"Sure," he said in a deep, slightly muffled voice. "Follow my lead." Seeing another enemy run up behind the challenger he pointed his spear at the man's chest and fired a full-power blast at him, confident that the idiots here wouldn't stop hitting him with these weak magical attacks before they were too weak to mount a proper attack on him.
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When she was done healing the man, Siana drew her bow and started shooting at the random bandits that got too close. "Will you two be alright? I'm going to try and flank them."
"We'll be fine," said the old woman, firing a bolt which hit a bandit in the throat. "I've got plenty of bolts left."
"Ok," Siana said, readying her fire bolt. Diving out from behind cover, she hit one bandit who was fighting an adventurer in the back with a fireball, setting him on fire. She then ran at an angle until she could see the hiding bandits from the side. She threw three balls at them, then hid behind a large Chestnut tree. From their screams she guessed that she had hit at least one squarely, and either clipped another or lit something else in the area, hopefully a person. She looked around the tree to see them run, one of them with an arm on fire, and see a burning corpse on the ground. Now that they were out of their cover, the adventurers would make quick work of them. She left her cover to find other fighters, only to see a man in bonemold armor fire a lightning bolt from his staff.</s>
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<|description|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
Appearance:
Species: Elf
Gender: Female
Skills and standard abilities: I'm proficient Archer, but I won't be winning any contests.
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
Healing touch: Her hand glows white, and when she touches a person, their cells receive the energy they need to divide. Warning, don't use on people with cancer or the cancer will spread.
Reset body: A pulse of yellow energy resets a person's biological processes. This can be used to treat diseases like cancer and diabetes, and as a counter to curses which disrupt the bodies natural functions.
Toxin purge: Liver function and blood flow increase, which causes the body to filter out toxins, poisons, and venoms.
Fire ball: A standard fire ball spell, which produces a ball of fire the size of a fist and shoots it at the enemy.
Job: A Healer, perhaps? I do seem to have a lot of knowledge in how to heal others.
Personality: I know I'm not a bad person, and that I want to return to my home to help my people. Other than that, I'm not sure.
Biography/ history: I remember running and coughing. Something with ten or more legs was chasing me. Sometimes, when I calm my mind I see a lake surrounded by buildings and Fog, and it feels like home.
Equipment: A bow, my clothing, and a satchel with a few medicinal herbs and poultices.
Name: Sieto
Appearance: Humanoid form.
Fox form.
Species: Kitsune
Gender: Male
Skills and standard abilities: Skilled with knives. Sometime shapeshifts into a monster form to physically attack. He is also quite stealthy, which is benefited by his small Fox form.
Supernatural/ magical abilities: Shapeshifting: While not the best, he has enough skill to take the shape of several types of monsters, and has even used this ability to survive for up to forty minutes in the fog. This has side effects, though, as the longer he remains in monster form, the more he forgets not being a monster, and the more he wants to remain one.
Fireball: Standard fire ball, though he can supercharge it to make it larger or hotter. This uses a lot of energy, though, so throwing even a few blue fist-sized balls will weaken him by about half.
Flame thrower: A sustained flame. It's colder than a fire ball, but uses less energy.
Flame Claw: lights his claws with a blue flame that burns or melts through a target when he strikes it. Used during hand-to-hand combat when he loses his knives.
Healing touch: His hand glows white, and when she touches a person, their cells receive the energy they need to divide. Warning, don't use on people with cancer or the cancer will spread.
Reset body: A pulse of yellow energy resets a person's biological processes. This can be used to treat diseases like cancer and diabetes, and as a counter to curses which disrupt the bodies natural functions.
Toxin purge: Liver function and blood flow increase, which causes the body to filter out toxins, poisons, and venoms.
Job: I'm an apprentice to the village healer, but gathering herbs in the wilds, or sometimes in the fog, is quite dangerous, so I have learned to be a fighter when needed as well.
Personality: In a word, I'm Curious. This is what first lead me to learn to take monster form. I wanted to explore the fog, and it was the only way to do so. I'll help those in need, but I prefer to avoid battle.
Biography/ history: At the young age of 36 he was found to have a talent with healing magics, and started to study under the village healer. One day, in search of herbs outside the village, he was attacked by a monster. He ran and the village guard had to save him. After that he knew he had to learn to fight. He bought two knives and had his older brother, a village guard, teach him to use them. He also learned more advanced fire magics from his mother.
Several years later he found a cave about a hundred feet into the fog. He explored it and, after avoiding the Goblins and other creatures that lived down there, he found that it opened into the fog elsewhere, though he could see through the fog well enough there. That's when the monsters found him. He tried becoming one of them and fighting them off, but there were too many of them. He knew he had to become something which was fast, but would be accepted by any people that he met as one of their own. He became an Elf woman, a species known for their agility and endurance, and used "Toxin Purge" to survive as he ran. When he emerged from the fog, though, it had damaged his mind, keeping him from remembering his past. A farmer found "her" naked, laying near the fog, and nursed her back to health, giving her clothing, an old bow, and some more medicine, should she become sick or injured again. She thanked the people at the farm and headed south, to a fairly large village named "Cherry Grove Village" that the farmers traded with.
Equipment: Twin curved knives (lost near the cave entrance), Black Leather armor (fits his humanoid form)</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
The man in Bonemold looked at the the new challenger that had dropped in and started killing his warriors, blocking his blow just in time. So he has some skill, the man thought.
"Well, you like a leader of some form, care to dance?"
"Sure," he said in a deep, slightly muffled voice. "Follow my lead." Seeing another enemy run up behind the challenger he pointed his spear at the man's chest and fired a full-power blast at him, confident that the idiots here wouldn't stop hitting him with these weak magical attacks before they were too weak to mount a proper attack on him.
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When she was done healing the man, Siana drew her bow and started shooting at the random bandits that got too close. "Will you two be alright? I'm going to try and flank them."
"We'll be fine," said the old woman, firing a bolt which hit a bandit in the throat. "I've got plenty of bolts left."
"Ok," Siana said, readying her fire bolt. Diving out from behind cover, she hit one bandit who was fighting an adventurer in the back with a fireball, setting him on fire. She then ran at an angle until she could see the hiding bandits from the side. She threw three balls at them, then hid behind a large Chestnut tree. From their screams she guessed that she had hit at least one squarely, and either clipped another or lit something else in the area, hopefully a person. She looked around the tree to see them run, one of them with an arm on fire, and see a burning corpse on the ground. Now that they were out of their cover, the adventurers would make quick work of them. She left her cover to find other fighters, only to see a man in bonemold armor fire a lightning bolt from his staff.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
Glancing around her the only bandits Kis saw were running in the opposite direction, heading away from the battle and leaving their fallen comrades behind. Letting them run Kis carefully lay the crossbow to one side as she pulled out her blades. Slowly and carefully she made her way over to the fallen corpses, driving her dagger up into each one's heart before cutting their coin purses from their belts and stashing them away inside her cloak before checking their weapons and gear for anything useful. As she'd expected most of the bandits were only equipped with low level items well below her notice and not worth the trouble of lugging back to town.
Leaving the bodies where they lay the ranger turned her attention back to the sword fighters Kis was just in time to see the lightning shooting out from the tip of the giant's staff. Swearing to herself she quickly reached up and covered her eyes, the bright burst of light blinding her momentarily as her night vision was overwhelmed by the intensity of the blast. Quickly shaking her head she blinked over towards the man she'd seen engaged with the brute, hoping to see him still on his feet but fearing for the worst.</s>
<|message|>Garen Steelsinger
Garen's sword clattered against his opponent's spear, his partner in this dance answered his challenge confidently. Perhaps this would actually be a good fight? His attention refocused on his adversary who pulled back, pointing his spear at Garen. He felt the air draw a gasp as the energy starting gathering around the weapon's point, finally blasting lightning straight towards him.
Garen managed to barely dodge to side, his sleeve singed with the heat of the blast. Rolling to the side he sprung back on his feet, drawing his second sword, Tân, from it's fine leather bound scabbard at his right hip. He charged at the bone clad man, hanging to the side in case he fired another bolt at him. When he got within striking distance he swung Gwynt, aiming high whilst he thrust Tân at his opponent's middle.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
The man in Bonemold jump backwards more than the height of a man, dodging the attacks, and thrust the point forward. While his lightning was good for taking out weaker opponents like the man who was now laying on the ground with most of his chest burnt away, this opponent was too quick for it to be anything more than a finishing move, or a way to supercharge his melee attacks. He would have to rely on the greater reach that the spear gave him to keep the man at bay until he left an opening.
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Siana knew that the fight with the warrior in bonemold would be too much for her, but she also knew that something was strange about him, as he should have long ago run out of mana. After a few seconds she realized what it was. "His armor feeds on magic." she called out to the warriors running towards the two men in combat. "Don't use it to attack him. Rely on physical attacks."
She knocked an arrow and aimed it at the man's body. True, she wasn't the best shot, but at this range she would at least hit him. When the man dodged a second time by jumping backwards she fired and it bounced off of his pauldron. He turned at her and fired, but she managed to dodge in time to let the tree behind her take the attack. It exploded and chunks flew off of it. She stood back up but didn't knock another arrow, knowing that if she attacked him, he wouldn't miss next time. Besides, the man he was fighting was doing quite well without the help.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
As the bandit leader turned and fired towards the archer, leaving his back exposed to her, Kis saw her opportunity. Breaking from cover she quickly sprinted across the yard, her blades in her hands as she leapt up into the air. Swinging them down in unison she aimed for the break in the man's armour between his body and his head, the thin gap under his helmet where a precise blade should be able to drive down into his chest, hopefully finding his heart.
Time almost seemed to freeze as her adrenaline pump[ed through Kis's veins, her perceptions and reactions quickening in the heat of the moment. Even as she slowly drew closer she shifted her fingers on the knife handles, moving the tips ever so slightly as she tried to line up his attack for a single perfect strike.</s>
<|message|>Adamar
Since he was sitting rather far from the camp's center, Adamar was attacked last. A bloodcurdling war cry broke his reading, and he looked up to see a lowly bandit charging him with their sword brandished high over-head. In only a few moments, the bandit was upon him, and in a flash of steel, the blade was embedded into Adamar's chest.
Adamar looked down at the sword in his torso, and then slowly rose to his feet. "Hm, that woman did say that those who attack me are legally giving up their lives." An expression of confusion and fear washed over the thug's face as Adamar gripped the sword by its blade and pulled it out of himself. His strength ripped the weapon from his assailant's hand and tossed it onto the ground. "To be honest, I'm not upset about being stabbed. What bothers me is your audacity to interrupt my studies. On the bright side, you might have some other uses."
His hand began to glow a faint black radiance as he reached forward. The ghostly glow began to pull itself from his gauze wrapped hand and floated towards the bandit, entering his eyes and mouth. The man's screams of terror and pain could be heard across the battlefield as the spell Enervation tore his life force to shreds. After a few moments, his cries turned into dry moans, and then eventually nothingness as his corpse limply fell to the dirt below him.
Instead of raising the fallen bandit right then and there, Adamar looked up towards the campfire. There were still a few attackers engaging the troop. He began another incantation as he walked towards the camp.</s>
<|message|>Garen Steelsinger
Garen's twin assault was dodged by a surprisingly spry backstep on the part of the bone man, irritating that a man in so heavy armor could be so agile. Still, it was information that Garen could process and use. He started circling, wary of another lightning attack. As he circled his opponent his eyes searched for a weakness, obviously there would be gaps were the joints were but those were to obvious weaknesses for Garen to use. No the bone man would be expecting that.
As he was examining his opponent he saw a woman knock an arrow and fire right at his enemy. It deflected harmlessly of his pauldron of course, but the distraction she cause as the bone man lifted his spear to fire at her was all an experienced fighter needed, and Garen was nothing if not experienced.
He charged, both blades hanging low. The aim was to shove them both under his arms where his armor would be weakest. As he drew closer out of the corner of his eye he saw another woman start sprinting towards his enemy, blades drawn, obviously seizing the same opportunity.
He slowed his pace a little, allowing the woman to strike first. at the end of her charge she pounced at the bone man, blades aimed at his neck. Garen himself reached the man rolling partially to the side and thrusting Gwynt right under the bone man's spear aem.</s>
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<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
The Bone-armored man staggered, dropping his spear and grabbing the whole in his neck with his good hand. The whole under his arm was bleeding too much, though, and he soon collapsed from blood loss. Within a minute he was dead.
The adventurers gathered around, having finished looting the bandits, and stood staring at the dead leader. Siana walked over as well. "Well, that was an interesting fight." she said. "With enemies like that out there, we'll have to be more careful. First, though, is anyone hurt? I can heal you. Otherwise, we need to eat and discuss this. We definitely need guards too."</s>
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<|description|>Kismet
Appearance:
Species: Human, ish
Gender: Female
Skills and standard abilities: Expert tracker, trader and woodsman, skilled herbalist, experienced apothecary and cartographer, proficient archer and fletcher, expert knife combatant (utilises a form of Seheroni martial arts which emphasises fluidity and unpredictability combined with precision strikes and high speed evasion)
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
Empathic: While not always accurate Kismet has a great proficiency being able to read most people's intentions, sometimes before they even know them themselves. This ability comes from both her experiences dealing with traders and newcomers to the realm and a natural affinity to ambient magics. Some say she may even be fae-touched, although as she was found as a child wandering in the woods none can say for sure, not even Kismet herself.
Portal Sense: Kismet seems to encounter newly formed portals far more frequently than most other adventurers and while she dismisses this as mere good fortune others wonder whether this ability is more than she lets on.
Fog Resistance: For whatever reason Kismet seems to be able to survive in the Fog slightly longer than most people. While it dulls her senses and over time can cause her harm she can usually survive long enough to make use of shortcuts and pathways others could not. Some say this is a sign of some monstrous taint within her, while others simply congratulate her skill in tracking.
Job: Greeter, scout, tracker
Personality: Kismet can be a difficult woman to describe to those who've never met her before. On the surface she appears warm-hearted and welcoming, but something in her eyes speaks of hidden, cold depths within her. While some remind naysayers that no-one ever has an unkind word to say of her, others point out that any who do have a tendency to go missing in the woods, never to be heard from again.
Biography/ history: As a babe Kismet was found wandering the woodland paths by a travelling trader. At first he thought the young child had simply wandered away from a nearby village but further investigation revealed the child to be unknown to any of the local families. Planning to hand her over to the proper authorities once he reached a large enough town for there to be any he continued on his path, but when the time came for him to part with the girl he discovered the child's warmth and grace had charmed him enough to instead invite her to stay with him in his travels. Reporting her as an orphan survivor of a caravan destroyed by raider the trader officially adopted the young girl as his own daughter.
Growing up alongside the wandering merchant Kismet soon developed her skill at bartering and trading, although her almost unnatural skill at being able to negotiate and barter even the most hard-hearted of traders soon began to draw attention to her. When she came of age she finally set out on her own, with her adopted father's blessing, and began her own trading adventures. Not long after she happened to wander close to a tear in the world and became the first face the newcomer encounter. Unfortunately for her the man revealed himself to be an uncouth barbarian and decided that a warmer greeting than was first offered was due him. That night, as the man lay exhausted beside his campfire, Kismet slit his throat, leaving him to bleed out as she melted away into the woods.
Understanding that she had best learn to defend herself properly if she was to continue her way of life she sought out a master hunter and traded her company in exchange for lessons in the ways of the wood. For years the two trained, hunted and lived together until finally Kismet had learnt everything the man had to offer. The last time he was seen the hunter left his home alongside Kismet, never to return. Some say he became a hermit, forsaking the civilised company of the town in order to better commune with the nature he loved. Others hint at a darker fate, given to him as repayment for the years of indignities Kismet had suffered in exchange for her training.
Whatever may be true of her Kismet now stands as one of the most proficient scout and hunters in the woods, with the ability to move through the branches unseen tracking her prey silently and stealthily. Often the first on the scene when newcomers arrive she has gained enough experience to help guide the lost on the path to their new lives, or remove them from the world should the need arise.
Equipment: Hunting bow with quiver, waxed cold steel blade, throwing blades, handmade leather armour, concealing cloak (possibly enchanted), bird-call whistle, medicine bundle with numerous homemade elixirs, tonics and poisons, hunter's pack capable of carrying several small animals, coin purse with a small amount of currency, pendant necklace of unknown origin in the shape of a sea-bird held on a silver chain, Ring of True Seeing, compass, mapping tools and sextant</s>
<|message|>Kismet
Kis glanced around the alley corner into the main street as she quickly wiped the blood from her blade. She hated coming into town, much preferring the wild places in the forests where her senses were sharpest, but at time like these the trip was unavoidable.
With the tip of her boot she rolled the mugger over in the gutter before leaning down and quickly running her hand over his ragged clothes. She'd known as soon as he'd tried stopping her two streets back that his intentions were impure, and as he'd corralled her into the dark passage between the buildings she'd read the smugness he'd had at his own ingenuity. If only he'd had the foresight to check on his friends before leading her into the trap, perhaps he wouldn't have been so surprised to find them with their throat already cut.
The search was almost fruitless, Kis's fingers only managing to locate a light purse with a couple of coins and a short, stubby dagger which looked as though it had been crafted from the broken remains of a much larger blade. With a sigh she emptied the coins into her own purse and tossed the dagger into her satchel. Perhaps she'd be able to trade it for something, or use it as part of an animal trap next time she went hunting.
Pulling her cloak up over her head Kis blended into the crowd as she made her way towards the guild hall. She was already late for her appointment after her little detour, but at least the men had been rewarded for their intentions. It didn't take long to reach her destination and with a quick, practiced flick of her wrists she removed her cloak and folded it up into her bag before stepping through the doorway into the noisy arena of machismo.
As she wove her way through the army of adventurers, all of whom were either seeking new quests and missions to test their mettle or claiming their rewards for tasks completed, Kismet carefully eyed up her competition. Officially she wasn't a member of any guild, but most of the townships agreed that her talent for locating new portals and the aid she gave to newcomers to the realm made up for any lack of official standing, and for some of the guildmembers this agreement spat in the face of the years of hard work and training they'd endured before earning their place on the roster.
Luckily it seemed that most of her naysayers where out of town, hopefully dying in some ill-begotten dungeon somewhere, and all that greeted her were the friendly nods and waves of adventurers she'd worked happily with in the past, some of whom may not have survived their first night in Mym had it not been for her assistance. Sharing their greetings as she went Kis made her way up the stairs to the upper floor before turning down the corridor towards the guild's library.
She rarely used the room herself, apart from researching the odd potion or handing in a newly revised map, but for some the chamber was home away from home, especially the magic users who seemed to colonise the place on a semi-permanent basis. Wondering how the party's newest paymaster had been received when they'd told the squatters that the room had been hired for a private function Kis stepped through the door and quietly slipped into the back of the meeting, hoping her late arrival wouldn't cause too much of a disturbance.</s>
<|message|>Adamar
"So... You must be Siana." A dry and raspy voice calmly approached her from behind. His voice was neither high nor low in pitch, but did sound as though it was not often used. If Siana was to turn around, she would see a tall and dark looking figure. Wreathed in a black cloak and a bronze colored mask, the only clue about this person was their voice. Obviously male, this man had no bag slung over his shoulder, as most adventured did. Instead he held only a very old-looking book, clutched in his hand and pressed against his chest.
"I am Adamar. I will be accompanying you into the Fog." He reached forward with his empty hand. Poking out from the long robes, both his hands and arms were tightly garbed in black cloth.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
The message Kismet had received a few weeks earlier had been vague to say the least, one word only 'Come' followed by the guild hall address. She'd been halfway across the continent at the time but mysteries had always intrigued her and so she'd followed the direction and come. Now she found herself in a strange library surrounded by all manner of miscreants, and no clue as to what was going on.
Her nerves twitched as she gazed at the newcomer, his black cloak flowing around his strangely as he stepped up to the speaker. There was something about him which seemed out of place, although she couldn't quite understand why. She decided to hold back for a moment, keeping herself lost in the small crowd as she observed events transpire. Her father had always said it was best to let the brave man jump in the quicksand first, that way you could always use him as a stepping stone.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
Siana looked at the man who walked up behind her. He seemed unusual, but that wasn't anything special. Maybe he was one of those people who spent so much time studying that they let their social skills fall to the wayside. Or maybe his culture was just very different than the one from this area. That would explain the robes, as noone in this area dressed head to toe in robes. Or he could just be from another world and not have assimilated into the local culture yet.
"Of course," she said, "Please have a seat and we can get started." When everyone was seated, she began. "Hi, everyone, I'm Siana. I'm hear to gather up a group of people to venture into the Fog, through a series of caves and mines, and to a lake deep within the Fog. Now, I need to make sure that everyone here is the kind of person that should be coming along with me, so if you came here because you though I was attractive and you were hoping to woo me, then you might as well leave. I'm married, and my husband lives at the village on the lake. He the most powerful battlemage I've ever met." Many of the people stood up and left. When they had gone, she continued. "Now, if you've come hoping to make money, I've got bad news for you. I've barely got enough money to live on myself, and the village doesn't have much either, as it can't trade with others except when a portal opens up close enough to the village that they can stabilize it long enough to trade through it. The best you'll get are some well-made clothes or some tasty foodstuffs." All but a few stood up and left. Good, now that I've gotten rid of the 95% that I know are here for the wrong reason, I'll see if the remaining people are here for the right reason. "Anyone who's left, please tell us a little about yourself. Your name, skills and powers, and most importantly why you want to go on this quest." Hopefully she could learn enough about the others to decide if they were the kind of person she wanted to come with her.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
A portal in the Fog stable enough to support a village? There must be more to it than that. Kis thought. In her experience portals were usually random events, popping up all over but rarely in the same place for long. If the village had found some way of opening portals themselves, or at least attracting forming portals closer to themselves, then it was certainly something worth investigating.
And then there was the matter of the battlemage. Even if his wife was exaggerating his powers, as spouses were wont to do, then a magic user so close to the strange phenomena couldn't be a coincidence. Whatever was happening out in the Fog Kis knew she had to be one of the people to investigate. Stepping up towards the woman Kis coughed politely and turned to look around the room with a warm, friendly smile.
"Hi everybody, most of you already know me, but for those who don't I'm Kismet," Taking a quick bow Kis took a moment to wave to a few of the adventurers she recognised, sharing a familiar greeting with them to renew old acquaintances. When she was done she turned back to the woman leading the meeting and with earnest eyes continued with her introduction. "You could call me a greeter of sorts. I hunt the wastes for newcomers to the realm and help to acclimatise them to our ways and customs." She quickly skipped over the other part of her duties, the part where she made sure the dangerous and unstable visitors never had a chance to 'acclimatise', if the woman needed to know about that, Kis would inform her at a more opportune time.
"I'm a decent tracker and scout, and know enough about the herbs of the wilds to be a fair healer in a pinch. If you'll have me along I'd be happy to accompany you on your journey." With that Kis quickly took a seat in the front row of the chamber, making herself a part of the crowd as she turned and shared some good humoured words with an old friend seated not far away.</s>
<|message|>Adamar
Following Kimset's introduction, Adamar slowly rose from one of the front-row seats. With an eerie aura about him, he strode to where Kimset had stood. Just as before, he clutched his book close to him, and his entirety was covered from head to toe with a hooded robe, mask, leather armor and black wrappings that looked similar to gauze. His dry voice cracked into existence from behind the bronze mask once again.
"My name is Adamar. My knowledge of the supernatural and my skills with magic will be necessary if you wish to survive in the Fog. My reasons for being here are my own, and I care not for any of your motives."
Without waiting for any response, Adamar returned to his seat. Those sitting near him very obviously had faces of concern or suspicion, but none rose their voice against him.</s>
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<|message|>Kismet
'Well, he's a cheery one,' Kis thought to herself, eyeing the magic-user cautiously while keeping up her own cherry act with her band of admirers. 'Hopefully we won't need to find out if his skills rival his ego.'</s>
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<|description|>Kismet
Appearance:
Species: Human, ish
Gender: Female
Skills and standard abilities: Expert tracker, trader and woodsman, skilled herbalist, experienced apothecary and cartographer, proficient archer and fletcher, expert knife combatant (utilises a form of Seheroni martial arts which emphasises fluidity and unpredictability combined with precision strikes and high speed evasion)
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
Empathic: While not always accurate Kismet has a great proficiency being able to read most people's intentions, sometimes before they even know them themselves. This ability comes from both her experiences dealing with traders and newcomers to the realm and a natural affinity to ambient magics. Some say she may even be fae-touched, although as she was found as a child wandering in the woods none can say for sure, not even Kismet herself.
Portal Sense: Kismet seems to encounter newly formed portals far more frequently than most other adventurers and while she dismisses this as mere good fortune others wonder whether this ability is more than she lets on.
Fog Resistance: For whatever reason Kismet seems to be able to survive in the Fog slightly longer than most people. While it dulls her senses and over time can cause her harm she can usually survive long enough to make use of shortcuts and pathways others could not. Some say this is a sign of some monstrous taint within her, while others simply congratulate her skill in tracking.
Job: Greeter, scout, tracker
Personality: Kismet can be a difficult woman to describe to those who've never met her before. On the surface she appears warm-hearted and welcoming, but something in her eyes speaks of hidden, cold depths within her. While some remind naysayers that no-one ever has an unkind word to say of her, others point out that any who do have a tendency to go missing in the woods, never to be heard from again.
Biography/ history: As a babe Kismet was found wandering the woodland paths by a travelling trader. At first he thought the young child had simply wandered away from a nearby village but further investigation revealed the child to be unknown to any of the local families. Planning to hand her over to the proper authorities once he reached a large enough town for there to be any he continued on his path, but when the time came for him to part with the girl he discovered the child's warmth and grace had charmed him enough to instead invite her to stay with him in his travels. Reporting her as an orphan survivor of a caravan destroyed by raider the trader officially adopted the young girl as his own daughter.
Growing up alongside the wandering merchant Kismet soon developed her skill at bartering and trading, although her almost unnatural skill at being able to negotiate and barter even the most hard-hearted of traders soon began to draw attention to her. When she came of age she finally set out on her own, with her adopted father's blessing, and began her own trading adventures. Not long after she happened to wander close to a tear in the world and became the first face the newcomer encounter. Unfortunately for her the man revealed himself to be an uncouth barbarian and decided that a warmer greeting than was first offered was due him. That night, as the man lay exhausted beside his campfire, Kismet slit his throat, leaving him to bleed out as she melted away into the woods.
Understanding that she had best learn to defend herself properly if she was to continue her way of life she sought out a master hunter and traded her company in exchange for lessons in the ways of the wood. For years the two trained, hunted and lived together until finally Kismet had learnt everything the man had to offer. The last time he was seen the hunter left his home alongside Kismet, never to return. Some say he became a hermit, forsaking the civilised company of the town in order to better commune with the nature he loved. Others hint at a darker fate, given to him as repayment for the years of indignities Kismet had suffered in exchange for her training.
Whatever may be true of her Kismet now stands as one of the most proficient scout and hunters in the woods, with the ability to move through the branches unseen tracking her prey silently and stealthily. Often the first on the scene when newcomers arrive she has gained enough experience to help guide the lost on the path to their new lives, or remove them from the world should the need arise.
Equipment: Hunting bow with quiver, waxed cold steel blade, throwing blades, handmade leather armour, concealing cloak (possibly enchanted), bird-call whistle, medicine bundle with numerous homemade elixirs, tonics and poisons, hunter's pack capable of carrying several small animals, coin purse with a small amount of currency, pendant necklace of unknown origin in the shape of a sea-bird held on a silver chain, Ring of True Seeing, compass, mapping tools and sextant</s>
<|message|>Kismet
A portal in the Fog stable enough to support a village? There must be more to it than that. Kis thought. In her experience portals were usually random events, popping up all over but rarely in the same place for long. If the village had found some way of opening portals themselves, or at least attracting forming portals closer to themselves, then it was certainly something worth investigating.
And then there was the matter of the battlemage. Even if his wife was exaggerating his powers, as spouses were wont to do, then a magic user so close to the strange phenomena couldn't be a coincidence. Whatever was happening out in the Fog Kis knew she had to be one of the people to investigate. Stepping up towards the woman Kis coughed politely and turned to look around the room with a warm, friendly smile.
"Hi everybody, most of you already know me, but for those who don't I'm Kismet," Taking a quick bow Kis took a moment to wave to a few of the adventurers she recognised, sharing a familiar greeting with them to renew old acquaintances. When she was done she turned back to the woman leading the meeting and with earnest eyes continued with her introduction. "You could call me a greeter of sorts. I hunt the wastes for newcomers to the realm and help to acclimatise them to our ways and customs." She quickly skipped over the other part of her duties, the part where she made sure the dangerous and unstable visitors never had a chance to 'acclimatise', if the woman needed to know about that, Kis would inform her at a more opportune time.
"I'm a decent tracker and scout, and know enough about the herbs of the wilds to be a fair healer in a pinch. If you'll have me along I'd be happy to accompany you on your journey." With that Kis quickly took a seat in the front row of the chamber, making herself a part of the crowd as she turned and shared some good humoured words with an old friend seated not far away.</s>
<|message|>Adamar
Following Kimset's introduction, Adamar slowly rose from one of the front-row seats. With an eerie aura about him, he strode to where Kimset had stood. Just as before, he clutched his book close to him, and his entirety was covered from head to toe with a hooded robe, mask, leather armor and black wrappings that looked similar to gauze. His dry voice cracked into existence from behind the bronze mask once again.
"My name is Adamar. My knowledge of the supernatural and my skills with magic will be necessary if you wish to survive in the Fog. My reasons for being here are my own, and I care not for any of your motives."
Without waiting for any response, Adamar returned to his seat. Those sitting near him very obviously had faces of concern or suspicion, but none rose their voice against him.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
'Well, he's a cheery one,' Kis thought to herself, eyeing the magic-user cautiously while keeping up her own cherry act with her band of admirers. 'Hopefully we won't need to find out if his skills rival his ego.'</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
Siana listened to the various people answer her questions. Most of them were just Adventurers, generally looking to increase their skills or renown, so the money didn't matter. That was fine. If a teenage squire wanted to perfect his sword technique in the Fog or underground, or an unknown mage wanted to become famous enough to be offered membership in a guild, or be rewarded private contracts, she didn't care. They would need plenty of backup if they came across a group of monsters. She also had a vague feeling like they would be needed at the village.
The two that stood out the most, though, were the cloaked man, by his own description a powerful, yet mysterious mage, and a woman with talent in finding portals. While the first person would definitely be worth keeping around in case they ran into any enemies, the second will mostly come in handy once they got to the village. Something about portals, but the memory was still difficult to access.
"Ok, then, you're all accepted. I'll lead you to the cave I used to come here. It's about fifty meters into the fog, about three kilometers north of the city. There's a farm near there run by an old couple name "Lisie". We'll meet up beside their well. If you decide you don't want to come with us, just don't come. We'll leave from there at sunrise tomorrow. Thank you for coming." With that she got up and left, heading north once she was outside. She'd tell them what she really knew tonight around the camp fire. She didn't want them to know the truth now because they would tell the others that left. Adventurers tended to stick together.
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That night, as the sun set, she gathered everyone around the large fire she had built. They were far enough from the Fog that it wouldn't draw any Monsters to them, though bandits and wolves were both distinct possibilities. "Thank you all for showing up." she said, addressing the crowd. "Now that you're here, I need to tell you a few things. First, I'm not married, or at least I'm not sure if I am. I was found naked by the fog by the couple that lives here. I didn't have anything on me, including a wedding ring, and the Fog erased my memory, so I don't remember much. I do have flashes sometimes, though, in my dreams. An old man and his family, dancing or doing some form of martial arts, stabilizing or creating a portal. A group of warriors taking on a group of monsters, though my mind focuses on one of them, a man who looks to be in his late twenties, hurling fire at the enemy. I know he's special to me, somehow, so he's the one I based my fictional husband on. I also remember coughing and stumbling, the sound of too many legs skittering across the ground behind me.
From my memories I've worked out which cave I exited. It's know as "Red Bird Goblin Cave" by the adventurers who mapped the edge of the fog because the Red Bird clan of Goblins lives in it. They won't be any trouble, though. We'll need to get to the bottom level, where the cave connects to an ancient mine. After that, we just need to make our way to the top. Any questions?"</s>
<|message|>Arya
Arya jerked awake. A high screeching filled her hearing, like the squeal of ice on metal, like the roaring wind of a hurricane. A spike was driving itself viciously into the back of her skull, an agony so great her vision blurred, as if her skull were expanding from the inside out. She heard a high, keening shriek of pain - her own - and attempted, in a panic, to gather her mental defences, fighting to keep from giving in to the whirlwind.
And just like that, the presence moved away.
She shivered.
Many hours later, she fell asleep again.
* * *
The next morning, Arya pulled a parcel out of her bedside drawer, and sat cross-legged on the floor. Out of the parcel, she pulled a small black book and charcoal, of the type used by students and scribes. Taking a deep breath, she chanted through a nursery rhyme, paying little attention to the words. With her eyes closed, she passed the charcoal along the paper. At first, the markings were nothing but loops and lines, but as time progressed, they resolved into shapes, and slowly bent into complex symbols.
Opening her eyes, she fell silent. Her eyes scanned the page with a scholar's eye. It had not been a deliberate attack, that much was certain. The presence had merely passed within her range while her defenses were down. She desperately hoped it had not noticed her, but it was impossible to say. There were no patterns of aggression, but several symbols were drawn with an odd slant. A lapse in concentration, or a clue? Tracing her finger along another circular symbol, her brow furrowed. It was one she didn't recognize. A name, perhaps? A place?
Sighing, she replaced the book and charcoal into her bag. Father Roe would have known what to make of it.</s>
<|message|>Adamar
Adamar would have blended into the darkness outside the campfire if the light of the flames didn't reflect off his mask. He sat a bit away from the rest of the group, still in conversationally appropriate proximity, but far enough that none would see the contents of his now open book. He slowly turned a page every few minutes as the worn parchment bound in leather rested upon his lap. His head was angled down towards the pages, an onlooker would easily assume him to be reading through the slits in the mask. He made no indications of paying attention to Siana's life-story, but was softly murmuring to himself with seemingly unintelligible words as she described her memories and plans to the group.</s>
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<|message|>Kismet
The streets were practically deserted as Kis made her way through the town, nodding greetings to the few locals she passed. Even this late at night the light from the forge lit up the end of the street, promising warmth and safety for passersby.
Stepping through the door Kis waited for a pause in the blacksmith's hammering before calling out. "Hey Clem, how's business?"
The gruff giant turned, his scowling face filling with joy as he caught sight of his old friend. "Kismet, my dear. When did you get back into town?" Laying his hammer down he stepped up to the girl and wrapped his arms around her, lifting Kis off her feet and spinning her around.
"Okay, okay, clam down." Kis laughed, patting Clem's arms until he finally relaxed. "I'm just in town for the night, passing through on a job. Thought I'd drop in and check on that special order."
"You have good timing, finished the work on it yesterday." Clem said, moving over to a large chest set against the wall. Pulling the lid open he picked a package wrapped in rough leather from the pile of others. "Hope it's good enough for you," He said, handing it over to Kis.
Carefully up wrapping it Kis ran her hand down the freshly forged blades, each ten inches long. The inscribed cold steel seemed to frost over even in the heat of the forge, yet as her fingers touched them the metal seemed warm. "They're perfect."
As she stepped back out onto the street, tightening the straps across her chest and straightening the scabbards across her back, Kis set off for the town gate. She still had time to make it to the farm and rest up before dawn, and by the sounds of things she'd be needing a fresh head for the following day.</s>
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<|description|>Kismet
Appearance:
Species: Human, ish
Gender: Female
Skills and standard abilities: Expert tracker, trader and woodsman, skilled herbalist, experienced apothecary and cartographer, proficient archer and fletcher, expert knife combatant (utilises a form of Seheroni martial arts which emphasises fluidity and unpredictability combined with precision strikes and high speed evasion)
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
Empathic: While not always accurate Kismet has a great proficiency being able to read most people's intentions, sometimes before they even know them themselves. This ability comes from both her experiences dealing with traders and newcomers to the realm and a natural affinity to ambient magics. Some say she may even be fae-touched, although as she was found as a child wandering in the woods none can say for sure, not even Kismet herself.
Portal Sense: Kismet seems to encounter newly formed portals far more frequently than most other adventurers and while she dismisses this as mere good fortune others wonder whether this ability is more than she lets on.
Fog Resistance: For whatever reason Kismet seems to be able to survive in the Fog slightly longer than most people. While it dulls her senses and over time can cause her harm she can usually survive long enough to make use of shortcuts and pathways others could not. Some say this is a sign of some monstrous taint within her, while others simply congratulate her skill in tracking.
Job: Greeter, scout, tracker
Personality: Kismet can be a difficult woman to describe to those who've never met her before. On the surface she appears warm-hearted and welcoming, but something in her eyes speaks of hidden, cold depths within her. While some remind naysayers that no-one ever has an unkind word to say of her, others point out that any who do have a tendency to go missing in the woods, never to be heard from again.
Biography/ history: As a babe Kismet was found wandering the woodland paths by a travelling trader. At first he thought the young child had simply wandered away from a nearby village but further investigation revealed the child to be unknown to any of the local families. Planning to hand her over to the proper authorities once he reached a large enough town for there to be any he continued on his path, but when the time came for him to part with the girl he discovered the child's warmth and grace had charmed him enough to instead invite her to stay with him in his travels. Reporting her as an orphan survivor of a caravan destroyed by raider the trader officially adopted the young girl as his own daughter.
Growing up alongside the wandering merchant Kismet soon developed her skill at bartering and trading, although her almost unnatural skill at being able to negotiate and barter even the most hard-hearted of traders soon began to draw attention to her. When she came of age she finally set out on her own, with her adopted father's blessing, and began her own trading adventures. Not long after she happened to wander close to a tear in the world and became the first face the newcomer encounter. Unfortunately for her the man revealed himself to be an uncouth barbarian and decided that a warmer greeting than was first offered was due him. That night, as the man lay exhausted beside his campfire, Kismet slit his throat, leaving him to bleed out as she melted away into the woods.
Understanding that she had best learn to defend herself properly if she was to continue her way of life she sought out a master hunter and traded her company in exchange for lessons in the ways of the wood. For years the two trained, hunted and lived together until finally Kismet had learnt everything the man had to offer. The last time he was seen the hunter left his home alongside Kismet, never to return. Some say he became a hermit, forsaking the civilised company of the town in order to better commune with the nature he loved. Others hint at a darker fate, given to him as repayment for the years of indignities Kismet had suffered in exchange for her training.
Whatever may be true of her Kismet now stands as one of the most proficient scout and hunters in the woods, with the ability to move through the branches unseen tracking her prey silently and stealthily. Often the first on the scene when newcomers arrive she has gained enough experience to help guide the lost on the path to their new lives, or remove them from the world should the need arise.
Equipment: Hunting bow with quiver, waxed cold steel blade, throwing blades, handmade leather armour, concealing cloak (possibly enchanted), bird-call whistle, medicine bundle with numerous homemade elixirs, tonics and poisons, hunter's pack capable of carrying several small animals, coin purse with a small amount of currency, pendant necklace of unknown origin in the shape of a sea-bird held on a silver chain, Ring of True Seeing, compass, mapping tools and sextant</s>
<|message|>Adamar
"Your tales of necromancy are pathetic," he responded in a unimpressed tone. His gaze maintained his book as he spoke. "But if you must know, you needn't worry about feeding me. I do not eat, sleep, or even breathe. And my clothing is solely for protection of identity..." his voice trailed off as his head turned upward to face Siana. The dim glow of the campfire gave his mask a rusted color when combined with its bronze. It was perfectly featureless, save for two small slits for seeing. With a straight tone he asked "Wouldn't want the locals to know that I'm undead, would they? Though I suppose such creatures are more welcome here than in my home plane?"</s>
<|message|>Kismet
As she wandered up the path Kis caught the smell of burning flesh on the wind. Immediately she was on her guard, darting off between the trees as she slid her new blades out of their sheaths. Carefully she made her way around the farm's perimeter, preparing herself for the worst until finally she caught sight of the bonfire.
A large pig was slowly being roasted on a spit as two of the younger adventurers turned it over in the flames. Nearby an older adventurer with a belly almost large enough to fit the pig in whole was pouring seasoned oils over the carcass, carefully basting every piece of the beast as its skin began to crackle and pop from the heat.
Relaxing Kis slipped her blades away before stepping out of the shadows. "Well met, friends," She called, waving over to the party members as she walked towards the fire. "That's a fine beast you have, do you mind if I share in your feast? I can trade you some of my own prizes to help sweeten the pot." As she spoke Kismet reached down and pulled two skinned rabbits from her pouch, their salted bodies preserved and fresh.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
"But if you must know, you needn't worry about feeding me. I do not eat, sleep, or even breathe. And my clothing is solely for protection of identity...Wouldn't want the locals to know that I'm undead, would they? Though I suppose such creatures are more welcome here than in my home plane?"@Light
Siana was a bit surprised by the fact that he was undead. Sure, she'd heard that the local Guildmaster was a Vampire, but this man couldn't be one, as Vampires still need to drink blood. He couldn't be an autonomous zombie either, as they still needed to eat, in some cases raw flesh, in order to prevent decay and to heal. He couldn't be a mummy either, as they needed to absorb the flesh of the living or recently dead for strength. Or course all of this was based on what she'd heard from stories told at the guild, but she only knew of one type of undead that could survive on energy alone. "Does that mean you're a Lich? I never thought I'd meet one. Don't worry, your secrets safe with me. I'm not sure if these people could handle the truth. I think they collected the life-energy from the animal when they killed it, I could probably get that for you if you want it." She knew she was yammering, but she was exited. It was quite rare to find someone skilled and talented enough to raise themselves. She wasn't sure if the Lich needed life energy to heal or not, but it didn't hurt to ask. "If they ask why, I could tell them you want to practice your enchanting, and need it to provide extra energy for the spell. I'm sure they wouldn't mind."</s>
<|message|>Adamar
Adamar nodded to answer her question of creature type. "As I said, I need no sustenance. In the rare event that I am incapacitated, the only utility needed is Negative Energy. The energies of life and death work in opposite on undead as they do on the living. The healing spells that are common among clerics and such channel Positive Energy. While this energy can mend the living, it is a weapon against those with unlife. Alternatively, the Negative Energy that corrupts the life of the living will rejuvenate the unlife of creatures like me. I can channel Negative Energy, so I will be fine."
He tilted his head and looked past Siana at the campers roasting their meal.
"That will not be needed. The life-force of a deceased creature is useless. The art of Necromancy fills the empty body like a vessel. Once the life-force is gone, it is replaced with unlife. I do not think your companions will be partial to having their dinner raised. Any monsters slain in the Fog will hopefully prove useful postmortem." At the conclusion of his lecture he looked back down at his book.
"And lastly, do not think of us as friends. Your troop has earned my assistance purely because your destinations lie in agreement with mine. I will ward your group against the Fog. But the monsters that reside inland are vicious and powerful. Any companions of yours who prove useless in life will be useful to me in death."</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
"Any companions of yours who prove useless in life will be useful to me in death."
"You'll need to get their permission to use their bodies like that, or you'll be breaking the law. In fact, you'll need to make sure you come by all of your supplies legally or people will consider you a thief. Monsters and people that attack you are fine though, assuming they were breaking the law by attacking you. They forfeited their body when..."
Before she could finish her explanation, a cry of "Bandits" came from the camp, the voice sounding like Mr. Lisie's. She ran over to where the old man and his wife were hiding behind a rock, the area lit by a dropped torch. "I don't get it," said the old man. "They haven't attacked us in years, since we agreed to let them cross and hunt on the land in the area. I saw one just before sunset by the beach, but I thought he was hunting seal like they do from time to time. Maybe they're here because of the group?"
Siana looked at his leg and saw that he was bleeding. "Stay still, and I'll heal you," she said, "you can't fight with a whole in your leg."
His wife put her greatsword away and armed her crossbow. "I'll keep them off of you" she said, then fired at one of the attackers.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
As the cry went up Kis dropped her plate, glazing mournfully at the half-eaten rabbit leg which had been roasted to perfection only to be dropped in the dirt. Drawing her blades from their sheathes she stepped back out of the light of the campfire, closing her eyes tightly as she moved off between the trees, her other senses sharp in the woodlands.
After a couple of minutes her eyes snapped open, her night vision restored as she began to make her way around the farmlands, looking to out-flank the bandits. She could hear the sounds of fighting coming from the camp, but most of the noise seemed to be coming from the young, inexperienced members of the party who were screaming for orders and demanding to know what was happening in the darkness which surrounded them.
Shaking her head with derision Kis made use of the distraction to quickly scale one of the largest trees in her vicinity and glanced out across the ground, looking for signs of the intruders.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
When the old man was healed Siana joined his wife in firing back, lobbing a few fire balls at them with an overhand throw. While none of them hit any bandits, they did succeed in forcing the bandits to keep their heads down. "Go wide" she said to one of the adventurers that had run up to her. "Try and flank them." As the adventurers left she drew her bow. "So," she said to the old man and his wife. "Shall we draw their fire?" The three of them started firing at the bandit's location, the woman with a crossbow, the man with frost bolts, and Siana with her bow.
In the Darkness, watching on as the bandits attacked the adventurers and farmers was a man in bone armor, carrying a spear.</s>
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<|message|>Kismet
Quickly swinging from branch to branch Kis made her way passed the fighting, up behind the bandits before finally dropping down into the middle of the raiders. The first man down never knew what hit him, the blade slicing his neck from behind, cutting his windpipe and jugular up under his helmet. The second felt the blade pierce up into his heart and his mouth fell open, but it was too late to cry out a warning to his compatriots, his last breath escaping in a soundless sigh.
Carefully Kis made her way through the shadows, taking the bandits she came across down one-by-one, while at the same time trying to avoid the incoming fire from her own allies. This is why I prefer to work alone, she thought to herself as an arrow whispered past her face almost close enough to take off her nose.</s>
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<|description|>Kismet
Appearance:
Species: Human, ish
Gender: Female
Skills and standard abilities: Expert tracker, trader and woodsman, skilled herbalist, experienced apothecary and cartographer, proficient archer and fletcher, expert knife combatant (utilises a form of Seheroni martial arts which emphasises fluidity and unpredictability combined with precision strikes and high speed evasion)
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
Empathic: While not always accurate Kismet has a great proficiency being able to read most people's intentions, sometimes before they even know them themselves. This ability comes from both her experiences dealing with traders and newcomers to the realm and a natural affinity to ambient magics. Some say she may even be fae-touched, although as she was found as a child wandering in the woods none can say for sure, not even Kismet herself.
Portal Sense: Kismet seems to encounter newly formed portals far more frequently than most other adventurers and while she dismisses this as mere good fortune others wonder whether this ability is more than she lets on.
Fog Resistance: For whatever reason Kismet seems to be able to survive in the Fog slightly longer than most people. While it dulls her senses and over time can cause her harm she can usually survive long enough to make use of shortcuts and pathways others could not. Some say this is a sign of some monstrous taint within her, while others simply congratulate her skill in tracking.
Job: Greeter, scout, tracker
Personality: Kismet can be a difficult woman to describe to those who've never met her before. On the surface she appears warm-hearted and welcoming, but something in her eyes speaks of hidden, cold depths within her. While some remind naysayers that no-one ever has an unkind word to say of her, others point out that any who do have a tendency to go missing in the woods, never to be heard from again.
Biography/ history: As a babe Kismet was found wandering the woodland paths by a travelling trader. At first he thought the young child had simply wandered away from a nearby village but further investigation revealed the child to be unknown to any of the local families. Planning to hand her over to the proper authorities once he reached a large enough town for there to be any he continued on his path, but when the time came for him to part with the girl he discovered the child's warmth and grace had charmed him enough to instead invite her to stay with him in his travels. Reporting her as an orphan survivor of a caravan destroyed by raider the trader officially adopted the young girl as his own daughter.
Growing up alongside the wandering merchant Kismet soon developed her skill at bartering and trading, although her almost unnatural skill at being able to negotiate and barter even the most hard-hearted of traders soon began to draw attention to her. When she came of age she finally set out on her own, with her adopted father's blessing, and began her own trading adventures. Not long after she happened to wander close to a tear in the world and became the first face the newcomer encounter. Unfortunately for her the man revealed himself to be an uncouth barbarian and decided that a warmer greeting than was first offered was due him. That night, as the man lay exhausted beside his campfire, Kismet slit his throat, leaving him to bleed out as she melted away into the woods.
Understanding that she had best learn to defend herself properly if she was to continue her way of life she sought out a master hunter and traded her company in exchange for lessons in the ways of the wood. For years the two trained, hunted and lived together until finally Kismet had learnt everything the man had to offer. The last time he was seen the hunter left his home alongside Kismet, never to return. Some say he became a hermit, forsaking the civilised company of the town in order to better commune with the nature he loved. Others hint at a darker fate, given to him as repayment for the years of indignities Kismet had suffered in exchange for her training.
Whatever may be true of her Kismet now stands as one of the most proficient scout and hunters in the woods, with the ability to move through the branches unseen tracking her prey silently and stealthily. Often the first on the scene when newcomers arrive she has gained enough experience to help guide the lost on the path to their new lives, or remove them from the world should the need arise.
Equipment: Hunting bow with quiver, waxed cold steel blade, throwing blades, handmade leather armour, concealing cloak (possibly enchanted), bird-call whistle, medicine bundle with numerous homemade elixirs, tonics and poisons, hunter's pack capable of carrying several small animals, coin purse with a small amount of currency, pendant necklace of unknown origin in the shape of a sea-bird held on a silver chain, Ring of True Seeing, compass, mapping tools and sextant</s>
<|message|>Kismet
Quickly swinging from branch to branch Kis made her way passed the fighting, up behind the bandits before finally dropping down into the middle of the raiders. The first man down never knew what hit him, the blade slicing his neck from behind, cutting his windpipe and jugular up under his helmet. The second felt the blade pierce up into his heart and his mouth fell open, but it was too late to cry out a warning to his compatriots, his last breath escaping in a soundless sigh.
Carefully Kis made her way through the shadows, taking the bandits she came across down one-by-one, while at the same time trying to avoid the incoming fire from her own allies. This is why I prefer to work alone, she thought to herself as an arrow whispered past her face almost close enough to take off her nose.</s>
<|message|>Garen Steelsinger
Garen was traveling to a nearby village when he heard the commotion. Usually he wasn't one to travel at night but given the circumstances he was in a hurry. He had heard rumors that in this village someone was setting up an expedition into the Fog, Garen couldn't let something like that pass him by.
So he was as a wraith passing through the trees, silent, careful. Finally he was passing a farm when the familiar sounds of combat reached his ears. He slowly drew Gwynt, it's polished, engraved blade shining in the moonlight. Garen crept to the edge of the light coming from a bonfire, there he saw a few men fighting, just a bunch of dark figures against the firelight. He moved on through the trees, searching for any indication of what he might like to do.
Eventually he found a group of scattered men working their way through the trees. From the corner of his eye he saw a dark figure descend and kill one, then two. The figure glided through the shadows as if made of the darkness itself. Garen couldn't help but be captivated by the figure's grace and finesse. At least he knew one thing for certain, he didn't want to make that his enemy.
Garen took the figure's lead, stalking wayward men and quickly ending them. The first one that he targeted had no idea what happened as he plunged Gwynt through the man's throat. The second was lucky enough to see him but not quick enough to avoid decapitation. Finally he found a man wearing bone armor and wielding a spear. Garen silently drew up to his back, thrusting Gwynt right at the man's throat. The man turned in time to block his attack, the two locked eyes as their weapons clattered off the other. "Well, you like a leader of some form, care to dance?" A challenge as Garen held his blade up to block any counterattacks from his opponent.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
It was becoming more difficult for Kis to find targets of opportunity in the darkness. The remaining bandits seemed to have realised that something was stalking them and had begun to group together in the cover of the outlying buildings and forest making it hard for her to close with any of them without being spotted.
In the middle of the farm yard, lit by the campfire over which the roasting hog carcass was beginning to blacken and burn, Kis spotted a larger, bone armoured figure striding through her teammates, his blade hacking down at them with long, powerful strokes. It was clear that this was the leader of the bandits, and she'd learnt that with ragged groups like these it was best to lop off the head before looting the bodies of the slain. Pulling her bow from her shoulder Kis notched an arrow and drew back the string, taking careful aim on the giant.
Before she could fire a stranger leapt from the darkness, his sword swinging down at the giant's neck only to be blocked at the last moment. The pair were too far away for Kis to hear what was being said, but it was clear the stranger was no friend to the bandit leader, and with his sword flashing against the fire light Kis knew he'd be a better match than she was.
Letting her focus relax Kis spotted one of the bandits rising up behind the newcomer, a crossbow levelled at his back. Quickly she shifted her aim and let her arrow fly, the wooden shaft speeding past the swordsman's face, burying itself in the archer's throat. As he dropped to the ground, his crossbow tumbling from his lifeless hands, Kis quickly shouldered her bow and slipped back into the shadows. The arrow would've drawn the attention of the other bandits and she didn't feel like taking an arrow for the team just yet.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
The man in Bonemold looked at the the new challenger that had dropped in and started killing his warriors, blocking his blow just in time. So he has some skill, the man thought.
"Well, you like a leader of some form, care to dance?"
"Sure," he said in a deep, slightly muffled voice. "Follow my lead." Seeing another enemy run up behind the challenger he pointed his spear at the man's chest and fired a full-power blast at him, confident that the idiots here wouldn't stop hitting him with these weak magical attacks before they were too weak to mount a proper attack on him.
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When she was done healing the man, Siana drew her bow and started shooting at the random bandits that got too close. "Will you two be alright? I'm going to try and flank them."
"We'll be fine," said the old woman, firing a bolt which hit a bandit in the throat. "I've got plenty of bolts left."
"Ok," Siana said, readying her fire bolt. Diving out from behind cover, she hit one bandit who was fighting an adventurer in the back with a fireball, setting him on fire. She then ran at an angle until she could see the hiding bandits from the side. She threw three balls at them, then hid behind a large Chestnut tree. From their screams she guessed that she had hit at least one squarely, and either clipped another or lit something else in the area, hopefully a person. She looked around the tree to see them run, one of them with an arm on fire, and see a burning corpse on the ground. Now that they were out of their cover, the adventurers would make quick work of them. She left her cover to find other fighters, only to see a man in bonemold armor fire a lightning bolt from his staff.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
Glancing around her the only bandits Kis saw were running in the opposite direction, heading away from the battle and leaving their fallen comrades behind. Letting them run Kis carefully lay the crossbow to one side as she pulled out her blades. Slowly and carefully she made her way over to the fallen corpses, driving her dagger up into each one's heart before cutting their coin purses from their belts and stashing them away inside her cloak before checking their weapons and gear for anything useful. As she'd expected most of the bandits were only equipped with low level items well below her notice and not worth the trouble of lugging back to town.
Leaving the bodies where they lay the ranger turned her attention back to the sword fighters Kis was just in time to see the lightning shooting out from the tip of the giant's staff. Swearing to herself she quickly reached up and covered her eyes, the bright burst of light blinding her momentarily as her night vision was overwhelmed by the intensity of the blast. Quickly shaking her head she blinked over towards the man she'd seen engaged with the brute, hoping to see him still on his feet but fearing for the worst.</s>
<|message|>Garen Steelsinger
Garen's sword clattered against his opponent's spear, his partner in this dance answered his challenge confidently. Perhaps this would actually be a good fight? His attention refocused on his adversary who pulled back, pointing his spear at Garen. He felt the air draw a gasp as the energy starting gathering around the weapon's point, finally blasting lightning straight towards him.
Garen managed to barely dodge to side, his sleeve singed with the heat of the blast. Rolling to the side he sprung back on his feet, drawing his second sword, Tân, from it's fine leather bound scabbard at his right hip. He charged at the bone clad man, hanging to the side in case he fired another bolt at him. When he got within striking distance he swung Gwynt, aiming high whilst he thrust Tân at his opponent's middle.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
The man in Bonemold jump backwards more than the height of a man, dodging the attacks, and thrust the point forward. While his lightning was good for taking out weaker opponents like the man who was now laying on the ground with most of his chest burnt away, this opponent was too quick for it to be anything more than a finishing move, or a way to supercharge his melee attacks. He would have to rely on the greater reach that the spear gave him to keep the man at bay until he left an opening.
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Siana knew that the fight with the warrior in bonemold would be too much for her, but she also knew that something was strange about him, as he should have long ago run out of mana. After a few seconds she realized what it was. "His armor feeds on magic." she called out to the warriors running towards the two men in combat. "Don't use it to attack him. Rely on physical attacks."
She knocked an arrow and aimed it at the man's body. True, she wasn't the best shot, but at this range she would at least hit him. When the man dodged a second time by jumping backwards she fired and it bounced off of his pauldron. He turned at her and fired, but she managed to dodge in time to let the tree behind her take the attack. It exploded and chunks flew off of it. She stood back up but didn't knock another arrow, knowing that if she attacked him, he wouldn't miss next time. Besides, the man he was fighting was doing quite well without the help.</s>
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<|message|>Kismet
As the bandit leader turned and fired towards the archer, leaving his back exposed to her, Kis saw her opportunity. Breaking from cover she quickly sprinted across the yard, her blades in her hands as she leapt up into the air. Swinging them down in unison she aimed for the break in the man's armour between his body and his head, the thin gap under his helmet where a precise blade should be able to drive down into his chest, hopefully finding his heart.
Time almost seemed to freeze as her adrenaline pump[ed through Kis's veins, her perceptions and reactions quickening in the heat of the moment. Even as she slowly drew closer she shifted her fingers on the knife handles, moving the tips ever so slightly as she tried to line up his attack for a single perfect strike.</s>
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<|description|>Kismet
Appearance:
Species: Human, ish
Gender: Female
Skills and standard abilities: Expert tracker, trader and woodsman, skilled herbalist, experienced apothecary and cartographer, proficient archer and fletcher, expert knife combatant (utilises a form of Seheroni martial arts which emphasises fluidity and unpredictability combined with precision strikes and high speed evasion)
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
Empathic: While not always accurate Kismet has a great proficiency being able to read most people's intentions, sometimes before they even know them themselves. This ability comes from both her experiences dealing with traders and newcomers to the realm and a natural affinity to ambient magics. Some say she may even be fae-touched, although as she was found as a child wandering in the woods none can say for sure, not even Kismet herself.
Portal Sense: Kismet seems to encounter newly formed portals far more frequently than most other adventurers and while she dismisses this as mere good fortune others wonder whether this ability is more than she lets on.
Fog Resistance: For whatever reason Kismet seems to be able to survive in the Fog slightly longer than most people. While it dulls her senses and over time can cause her harm she can usually survive long enough to make use of shortcuts and pathways others could not. Some say this is a sign of some monstrous taint within her, while others simply congratulate her skill in tracking.
Job: Greeter, scout, tracker
Personality: Kismet can be a difficult woman to describe to those who've never met her before. On the surface she appears warm-hearted and welcoming, but something in her eyes speaks of hidden, cold depths within her. While some remind naysayers that no-one ever has an unkind word to say of her, others point out that any who do have a tendency to go missing in the woods, never to be heard from again.
Biography/ history: As a babe Kismet was found wandering the woodland paths by a travelling trader. At first he thought the young child had simply wandered away from a nearby village but further investigation revealed the child to be unknown to any of the local families. Planning to hand her over to the proper authorities once he reached a large enough town for there to be any he continued on his path, but when the time came for him to part with the girl he discovered the child's warmth and grace had charmed him enough to instead invite her to stay with him in his travels. Reporting her as an orphan survivor of a caravan destroyed by raider the trader officially adopted the young girl as his own daughter.
Growing up alongside the wandering merchant Kismet soon developed her skill at bartering and trading, although her almost unnatural skill at being able to negotiate and barter even the most hard-hearted of traders soon began to draw attention to her. When she came of age she finally set out on her own, with her adopted father's blessing, and began her own trading adventures. Not long after she happened to wander close to a tear in the world and became the first face the newcomer encounter. Unfortunately for her the man revealed himself to be an uncouth barbarian and decided that a warmer greeting than was first offered was due him. That night, as the man lay exhausted beside his campfire, Kismet slit his throat, leaving him to bleed out as she melted away into the woods.
Understanding that she had best learn to defend herself properly if she was to continue her way of life she sought out a master hunter and traded her company in exchange for lessons in the ways of the wood. For years the two trained, hunted and lived together until finally Kismet had learnt everything the man had to offer. The last time he was seen the hunter left his home alongside Kismet, never to return. Some say he became a hermit, forsaking the civilised company of the town in order to better commune with the nature he loved. Others hint at a darker fate, given to him as repayment for the years of indignities Kismet had suffered in exchange for her training.
Whatever may be true of her Kismet now stands as one of the most proficient scout and hunters in the woods, with the ability to move through the branches unseen tracking her prey silently and stealthily. Often the first on the scene when newcomers arrive she has gained enough experience to help guide the lost on the path to their new lives, or remove them from the world should the need arise.
Equipment: Hunting bow with quiver, waxed cold steel blade, throwing blades, handmade leather armour, concealing cloak (possibly enchanted), bird-call whistle, medicine bundle with numerous homemade elixirs, tonics and poisons, hunter's pack capable of carrying several small animals, coin purse with a small amount of currency, pendant necklace of unknown origin in the shape of a sea-bird held on a silver chain, Ring of True Seeing, compass, mapping tools and sextant</s>
<|message|>Kismet
Glancing around her the only bandits Kis saw were running in the opposite direction, heading away from the battle and leaving their fallen comrades behind. Letting them run Kis carefully lay the crossbow to one side as she pulled out her blades. Slowly and carefully she made her way over to the fallen corpses, driving her dagger up into each one's heart before cutting their coin purses from their belts and stashing them away inside her cloak before checking their weapons and gear for anything useful. As she'd expected most of the bandits were only equipped with low level items well below her notice and not worth the trouble of lugging back to town.
Leaving the bodies where they lay the ranger turned her attention back to the sword fighters Kis was just in time to see the lightning shooting out from the tip of the giant's staff. Swearing to herself she quickly reached up and covered her eyes, the bright burst of light blinding her momentarily as her night vision was overwhelmed by the intensity of the blast. Quickly shaking her head she blinked over towards the man she'd seen engaged with the brute, hoping to see him still on his feet but fearing for the worst.</s>
<|message|>Garen Steelsinger
Garen's sword clattered against his opponent's spear, his partner in this dance answered his challenge confidently. Perhaps this would actually be a good fight? His attention refocused on his adversary who pulled back, pointing his spear at Garen. He felt the air draw a gasp as the energy starting gathering around the weapon's point, finally blasting lightning straight towards him.
Garen managed to barely dodge to side, his sleeve singed with the heat of the blast. Rolling to the side he sprung back on his feet, drawing his second sword, Tân, from it's fine leather bound scabbard at his right hip. He charged at the bone clad man, hanging to the side in case he fired another bolt at him. When he got within striking distance he swung Gwynt, aiming high whilst he thrust Tân at his opponent's middle.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
The man in Bonemold jump backwards more than the height of a man, dodging the attacks, and thrust the point forward. While his lightning was good for taking out weaker opponents like the man who was now laying on the ground with most of his chest burnt away, this opponent was too quick for it to be anything more than a finishing move, or a way to supercharge his melee attacks. He would have to rely on the greater reach that the spear gave him to keep the man at bay until he left an opening.
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Siana knew that the fight with the warrior in bonemold would be too much for her, but she also knew that something was strange about him, as he should have long ago run out of mana. After a few seconds she realized what it was. "His armor feeds on magic." she called out to the warriors running towards the two men in combat. "Don't use it to attack him. Rely on physical attacks."
She knocked an arrow and aimed it at the man's body. True, she wasn't the best shot, but at this range she would at least hit him. When the man dodged a second time by jumping backwards she fired and it bounced off of his pauldron. He turned at her and fired, but she managed to dodge in time to let the tree behind her take the attack. It exploded and chunks flew off of it. She stood back up but didn't knock another arrow, knowing that if she attacked him, he wouldn't miss next time. Besides, the man he was fighting was doing quite well without the help.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
As the bandit leader turned and fired towards the archer, leaving his back exposed to her, Kis saw her opportunity. Breaking from cover she quickly sprinted across the yard, her blades in her hands as she leapt up into the air. Swinging them down in unison she aimed for the break in the man's armour between his body and his head, the thin gap under his helmet where a precise blade should be able to drive down into his chest, hopefully finding his heart.
Time almost seemed to freeze as her adrenaline pump[ed through Kis's veins, her perceptions and reactions quickening in the heat of the moment. Even as she slowly drew closer she shifted her fingers on the knife handles, moving the tips ever so slightly as she tried to line up his attack for a single perfect strike.</s>
<|message|>Adamar
Since he was sitting rather far from the camp's center, Adamar was attacked last. A bloodcurdling war cry broke his reading, and he looked up to see a lowly bandit charging him with their sword brandished high over-head. In only a few moments, the bandit was upon him, and in a flash of steel, the blade was embedded into Adamar's chest.
Adamar looked down at the sword in his torso, and then slowly rose to his feet. "Hm, that woman did say that those who attack me are legally giving up their lives." An expression of confusion and fear washed over the thug's face as Adamar gripped the sword by its blade and pulled it out of himself. His strength ripped the weapon from his assailant's hand and tossed it onto the ground. "To be honest, I'm not upset about being stabbed. What bothers me is your audacity to interrupt my studies. On the bright side, you might have some other uses."
His hand began to glow a faint black radiance as he reached forward. The ghostly glow began to pull itself from his gauze wrapped hand and floated towards the bandit, entering his eyes and mouth. The man's screams of terror and pain could be heard across the battlefield as the spell Enervation tore his life force to shreds. After a few moments, his cries turned into dry moans, and then eventually nothingness as his corpse limply fell to the dirt below him.
Instead of raising the fallen bandit right then and there, Adamar looked up towards the campfire. There were still a few attackers engaging the troop. He began another incantation as he walked towards the camp.</s>
<|message|>Garen Steelsinger
Garen's twin assault was dodged by a surprisingly spry backstep on the part of the bone man, irritating that a man in so heavy armor could be so agile. Still, it was information that Garen could process and use. He started circling, wary of another lightning attack. As he circled his opponent his eyes searched for a weakness, obviously there would be gaps were the joints were but those were to obvious weaknesses for Garen to use. No the bone man would be expecting that.
As he was examining his opponent he saw a woman knock an arrow and fire right at his enemy. It deflected harmlessly of his pauldron of course, but the distraction she cause as the bone man lifted his spear to fire at her was all an experienced fighter needed, and Garen was nothing if not experienced.
He charged, both blades hanging low. The aim was to shove them both under his arms where his armor would be weakest. As he drew closer out of the corner of his eye he saw another woman start sprinting towards his enemy, blades drawn, obviously seizing the same opportunity.
He slowed his pace a little, allowing the woman to strike first. at the end of her charge she pounced at the bone man, blades aimed at his neck. Garen himself reached the man rolling partially to the side and thrusting Gwynt right under the bone man's spear aem.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
The Bone-armored man staggered, dropping his spear and grabbing the whole in his neck with his good hand. The whole under his arm was bleeding too much, though, and he soon collapsed from blood loss. Within a minute he was dead.
The adventurers gathered around, having finished looting the bandits, and stood staring at the dead leader. Siana walked over as well. "Well, that was an interesting fight." she said. "With enemies like that out there, we'll have to be more careful. First, though, is anyone hurt? I can heal you. Otherwise, we need to eat and discuss this. We definitely need guards too."</s>
<|message|>Adamar
"Hmph."
Adamar interrupted his mysterious incantations as the the final bandit fell to the floor. The charge of lightning dissipated from his hand into nothingness as he approached the group. He came into speaking distance as Siana concluded her assessment.
"We have our grands, right here." Adamar rose his hands over the fallen bone-armored man, and cast the spell Animate Dead, Lesser. The bandit, along with several other thugs in the immediate area, let out soft and dry moans as they slowly rose to their feet.
"They will keep watch over the camp. Any objections?" He asked, waiting to see if anyone would oppose him.</s>
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<|message|>Kismet
"Well, that was an interesting fight. With enemies like that out there, we'll have to be more careful. First, though, is anyone hurt? I can heal you. Otherwise, we need to eat and discuss this. We definitely need guards too."
"They will keep watch over the camp. Any objections?"
Retrieving her blades from the bandit leader's neck as his corpse stood next to her Kismet quickly patted herself down, checking for any injuries. She hadn't felt any pain at all, but she'd learnt that in the heat of the moment you didn't always feel the wounds until it was too late. There was plenty of blood over her, but as she wiped it away she assured herself that none of it had been her own.
"I'm fine over here," She called over to Siana with a smile, waving her arm to show it was still attached and still working. Turning towards the necromancer, she watched him quizzically for a moment before stepping a little closer, iving the two of them a little privacy from the rest of the party as they went about looting the bodies. Kismet had already gathered her fill of the booty, and felt it best not to push her luck while others were paying attention.
"That's a useful spell to have," She said to Adamar by way of an introduction, "But that armour of his seems like a very useful piece of equipment to have. A little too sophisticated for mere bandits, wouldn't you say? Would you mind giving it a closer examination and let me know what you uncover?"
While she knew enough about magics to survive in the crazy world she found herself living in, Kismet would be the first to admit she knew little of their actual operation. At times like these it was usually better to rely on an expert's opinion on the matter.</s>
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<|description|>Adamar
Species
Undead (Lich, previously Human)
Gender
Male
Skills and standard abilities
Highly intelligent and knowledgeable, especially about magic, supernatural creatures/occurrences, and anatomy/medicine. He is also able to craft magical items and magically enhance existing items, armor and weapons.
Relatively strong and dexterous, but is loathsome to resort to physical combat, showing no signs of martial training.
Supernatural/ magical abilities
Magic
As a Lich, Adamar's most potent school of magic is Necromancy. This magic deals with life, death, unlife and the life-force. While a large portion of spells directly deal with undead, other necromantic spells can drain life from the living, grant false life, and channel dark energies. Adamar is also well-versed in other schools, showing a rounded set of magical skills, though with little focus on the magics of life preservation and healing.
Abjuration: Abjurations are protective spells. They create physical or magical barriers, negate magical or physical abilities, harm trespassers, or even banish the subject of the spell to another plane of existence.
Conjuration: Each conjuration spell belongs to one of five subschools. Conjurations transport creatures from another plane of existence to your plane (calling); create objects or effects on the spot (creation); heal (healing); bring manifestations of objects, creatures, or forms of energy to you (summoning); or transport creatures or objects over great distances (teleportation). Creatures you conjure usually- but not always- obey your commands.
Divination: Divination spells enable you to learn secrets long forgotten, predict the future, find hidden things, and foil deceptive spells.
Enchantment: Enchantment spells affect the minds of others, influencing or controlling their behavior.
Evocation: Evocation spells manipulate magical energy or tap an unseen source of power to produce a desired end. In effect, an evocation draws upon magic to create something out of nothing. Many of these spells produce spectacular effects, and evocation spells can deal large amounts of damage.
Illusion: Illusion spells deceive the senses or minds of others. They cause people to see things that are not there, not see things that are there, hear phantom noises, or remember things that never happened.
Necromancy: Necromancy spells manipulate the power of death, unlife, and the life force. Spells involving undead creatures make up a large part of this school.
Transmutation: Transmutation spells change the properties of some creature, thing, or condition.
Univsersal: Universal magic focuses on pure magic. There are very little in the way of spells in this school, but these spells can be some of the most potent magic there is.
Undead Traits
Undead creatures are preserved by a mental/magical force, and have no physical life-force keeping them animate, as most creatures do. This protects undead from conditions or requirements that also do not apply to objects (such as needing to eat/sleep/breathe, poison, bleeding, pain, nonlethal damage, etc). *Whether or not this grants protection against The Fog is up to the GM*
The process to create undead is invariably evil by nature. As such, undead creatures are harmed by magical or supernatural forces that would restore life to the living (such as a healing spell), but they are healed by forces that drain life from the living (not to be confused with spells that deal damage).
Lich Traits
Typical undead creatures are mindless, created and mentally controlled by a necromancer. The Lich, however, is a product of his own sinister desires. Born from a strong magician or political figure who desires power and immortality, a Lich is the mind of such a person, bound to their undead and feted corpse by necromantic means. As such, a Lich maintains its mind, memories, personality and intelligence. However, having a mind means that the Lich is vulnerable to mind-affecting abilities and spells.
Every Lich maintains his immortality by binding his soul to a trinket of sorts, called a Phylactery. This Phylactery is the source of a Lich's power, and the destruction of the Phylactery is the only way to permanently destroy a Lich. If a Lich is killed while his Phylactery still exists, then his body, mind and soul will simply reform its presence. Without the Phylactery, the Lich will be unable to reform after being killed.
Job
On his home plane, Adamar served as a court wizard to the king of the lands. However, he now has no method or need to maintain an occupation.
Personality
Neutral Evil
Adamar is by no means cruel, sinister, or diabolic. He is called evil by others mostly because of the nature of his existence. Adamar was fully aware of the blasphemy of his transformation into an undead creature. However, he seeks no atonement for his actions. Outside of being a neutral voice in the matters of his companions, he cares not for their well-being. Adamar only seeks to preserve his own unlife, and will gladly do so even if it requires the expense of allies. However, those who he deems highly useful will see an equal amount of utility from him towards their efforts.
Biography/ history
Before arriving on Mym, Adamar was a court wizard for the king of the realm he lived in. However, his king was by no means benevolent. An oppressive tyrant, his majesty set only the highest taxes upon his subjects, and ordered the beheading of all that opposed him. Adamar was smart enough to not deny any demand made of him, which for the most part was simply to define terms, enchant items, or entertain with visually appealing spells. Occasionally, more specific needs were called for, but for the most part Adamar lived rather well by serving his king.
One day, his majesty called Adamar for a very unique request. Upon his arrival, Adamar learned of the king's desires for immorality, so that he might rule the lands for the rest of time. Such a tall order required years of research, practice and preparation. This was a condition that Adamar make very clear before getting to work.
Eventually, Adamar was ready. He approached his majesty in private to inform him of his progress, and arranged a time to perform the ritual. In a horrible turn of events, the ritual failed, and the king was now dead. Fearing for his own life, Adamar decided to try the ritual himself, so that he may survive any repercussions with a well-hidden phylactery.
After several hours of careful incantation, Adamar had completed the ritual. His life was ripped from his lungs, his heart ceased to beat to the soft rhythm that the living take for granted. And in its place, he felt a surge of negative energy lift his corpse off the floor. He had done it, he had become a Lich.
The following years would don a great war. With a bounty on his head, Adamar was frequently pursued by knights, paladins and clerics, seeking to slay him and purge his undead soul from their world. However, his hew-found powers over the dead allowed him to fight back with great force, in a war that would last for many centuries to come. Every aspiring hero slain by Adamar's undead forces only joined his ranks, and it would seem that victory would be his for sure.
However, the reverse quickly became true after the army of the living discovered the holy power of Positive Energy. With this gift granted to them by the gods, they easily destroyed hoards of undead while simultaneously reviving and healing the wounds of living soldiers. In a final resort to avoid destruction, Adamar weaved the mightiest spell he could muster. And with it, he stepped through the gaps of space and time itself to escape the world he once knew, in favor of a separate plane of existence.
In only a few short moments, Adamar found himself on the dull beaches of Mym...
Equipment
Taking with him only what he could hold in his final moments in a battle-scarred kingdom, Adamar has little in the way of supplies. Other than his robes, he keeps a mask to hide his rotted face, a tome within which his spells are written, and his phylactery.
The phylactery is contained within a small leather pouch, with leather straps tied to the top that allow opening and closing of the pouch, as well as securing the pouch to a belt or wrist. The phylactery itself is a small sheet of parchment, and written upon the parchment is a fell contract of death written and signed by Adamar. The contract is written and signed in a sinister language of the dead, called Necril. This paper is carefully rolled and stored in the pouch.
Shown Spells by School and Level
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You detect magical auras in a 60 foot cone directed as you wish. The amount of information revealed depends on how long you study a particular area or subject.
First, you sense the presence of magical auras.
Then you discern the number of auras, and can pinpoint the most powerful aura.
Lastly, you learn the properties and nature of each aura.
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This spell acts as Animate Dead, except that you can only create up Small or Medium sized undead, and you can only control up to 12 undead.
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This spell turns corpses into skeletons or zombies that obey your commands. You can create Tiny, Small, Medium or Large sized undead creatures.
The undead can be made to follow you, attack any creature (or just a specific creatures) in an area, or become idle. They remain animated until they are destroyed. A destroyed skeleton or zombie can't be animated again.
The undead you create remain under your control indefinitely (until they are destroyed or dismissed). But no matter how many times you cast this spell, you can only control up to 12 undead. Any undead in excess created by this spell become under your control, but undead created by previous castings become uncontrolled until you control 24 undead. You choose which undead leave your service. These undead become free-willed (if they are not mindless), or simply act as normal uncontrolled undead.
You point your finger and fire a black ray of negative energy that suppresses the life force of any living creature it strikes. You must make a ranged touch attack to hit.
If the creature is struck, they suffer moderate life-draining. Creatures who don't out-right die become weaker.
Undead creatures who are struck are healed instead of damaged.
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<|message|>Kismet
As she wandered up the path Kis caught the smell of burning flesh on the wind. Immediately she was on her guard, darting off between the trees as she slid her new blades out of their sheaths. Carefully she made her way around the farm's perimeter, preparing herself for the worst until finally she caught sight of the bonfire.
A large pig was slowly being roasted on a spit as two of the younger adventurers turned it over in the flames. Nearby an older adventurer with a belly almost large enough to fit the pig in whole was pouring seasoned oils over the carcass, carefully basting every piece of the beast as its skin began to crackle and pop from the heat.
Relaxing Kis slipped her blades away before stepping out of the shadows. "Well met, friends," She called, waving over to the party members as she walked towards the fire. "That's a fine beast you have, do you mind if I share in your feast? I can trade you some of my own prizes to help sweeten the pot." As she spoke Kismet reached down and pulled two skinned rabbits from her pouch, their salted bodies preserved and fresh.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
"But if you must know, you needn't worry about feeding me. I do not eat, sleep, or even breathe. And my clothing is solely for protection of identity...Wouldn't want the locals to know that I'm undead, would they? Though I suppose such creatures are more welcome here than in my home plane?"@Light
Siana was a bit surprised by the fact that he was undead. Sure, she'd heard that the local Guildmaster was a Vampire, but this man couldn't be one, as Vampires still need to drink blood. He couldn't be an autonomous zombie either, as they still needed to eat, in some cases raw flesh, in order to prevent decay and to heal. He couldn't be a mummy either, as they needed to absorb the flesh of the living or recently dead for strength. Or course all of this was based on what she'd heard from stories told at the guild, but she only knew of one type of undead that could survive on energy alone. "Does that mean you're a Lich? I never thought I'd meet one. Don't worry, your secrets safe with me. I'm not sure if these people could handle the truth. I think they collected the life-energy from the animal when they killed it, I could probably get that for you if you want it." She knew she was yammering, but she was exited. It was quite rare to find someone skilled and talented enough to raise themselves. She wasn't sure if the Lich needed life energy to heal or not, but it didn't hurt to ask. "If they ask why, I could tell them you want to practice your enchanting, and need it to provide extra energy for the spell. I'm sure they wouldn't mind."</s>
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<|message|>Adamar
Adamar nodded to answer her question of creature type. "As I said, I need no sustenance. In the rare event that I am incapacitated, the only utility needed is Negative Energy. The energies of life and death work in opposite on undead as they do on the living. The healing spells that are common among clerics and such channel Positive Energy. While this energy can mend the living, it is a weapon against those with unlife. Alternatively, the Negative Energy that corrupts the life of the living will rejuvenate the unlife of creatures like me. I can channel Negative Energy, so I will be fine."
He tilted his head and looked past Siana at the campers roasting their meal.
"That will not be needed. The life-force of a deceased creature is useless. The art of Necromancy fills the empty body like a vessel. Once the life-force is gone, it is replaced with unlife. I do not think your companions will be partial to having their dinner raised. Any monsters slain in the Fog will hopefully prove useful postmortem." At the conclusion of his lecture he looked back down at his book.
"And lastly, do not think of us as friends. Your troop has earned my assistance purely because your destinations lie in agreement with mine. I will ward your group against the Fog. But the monsters that reside inland are vicious and powerful. Any companions of yours who prove useless in life will be useful to me in death."</s>
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<|description|>Adamar
Species
Undead (Lich, previously Human)
Gender
Male
Skills and standard abilities
Highly intelligent and knowledgeable, especially about magic, supernatural creatures/occurrences, and anatomy/medicine. He is also able to craft magical items and magically enhance existing items, armor and weapons.
Relatively strong and dexterous, but is loathsome to resort to physical combat, showing no signs of martial training.
Supernatural/ magical abilities
Magic
As a Lich, Adamar's most potent school of magic is Necromancy. This magic deals with life, death, unlife and the life-force. While a large portion of spells directly deal with undead, other necromantic spells can drain life from the living, grant false life, and channel dark energies. Adamar is also well-versed in other schools, showing a rounded set of magical skills, though with little focus on the magics of life preservation and healing.
Abjuration: Abjurations are protective spells. They create physical or magical barriers, negate magical or physical abilities, harm trespassers, or even banish the subject of the spell to another plane of existence.
Conjuration: Each conjuration spell belongs to one of five subschools. Conjurations transport creatures from another plane of existence to your plane (calling); create objects or effects on the spot (creation); heal (healing); bring manifestations of objects, creatures, or forms of energy to you (summoning); or transport creatures or objects over great distances (teleportation). Creatures you conjure usually- but not always- obey your commands.
Divination: Divination spells enable you to learn secrets long forgotten, predict the future, find hidden things, and foil deceptive spells.
Enchantment: Enchantment spells affect the minds of others, influencing or controlling their behavior.
Evocation: Evocation spells manipulate magical energy or tap an unseen source of power to produce a desired end. In effect, an evocation draws upon magic to create something out of nothing. Many of these spells produce spectacular effects, and evocation spells can deal large amounts of damage.
Illusion: Illusion spells deceive the senses or minds of others. They cause people to see things that are not there, not see things that are there, hear phantom noises, or remember things that never happened.
Necromancy: Necromancy spells manipulate the power of death, unlife, and the life force. Spells involving undead creatures make up a large part of this school.
Transmutation: Transmutation spells change the properties of some creature, thing, or condition.
Univsersal: Universal magic focuses on pure magic. There are very little in the way of spells in this school, but these spells can be some of the most potent magic there is.
Undead Traits
Undead creatures are preserved by a mental/magical force, and have no physical life-force keeping them animate, as most creatures do. This protects undead from conditions or requirements that also do not apply to objects (such as needing to eat/sleep/breathe, poison, bleeding, pain, nonlethal damage, etc). *Whether or not this grants protection against The Fog is up to the GM*
The process to create undead is invariably evil by nature. As such, undead creatures are harmed by magical or supernatural forces that would restore life to the living (such as a healing spell), but they are healed by forces that drain life from the living (not to be confused with spells that deal damage).
Lich Traits
Typical undead creatures are mindless, created and mentally controlled by a necromancer. The Lich, however, is a product of his own sinister desires. Born from a strong magician or political figure who desires power and immortality, a Lich is the mind of such a person, bound to their undead and feted corpse by necromantic means. As such, a Lich maintains its mind, memories, personality and intelligence. However, having a mind means that the Lich is vulnerable to mind-affecting abilities and spells.
Every Lich maintains his immortality by binding his soul to a trinket of sorts, called a Phylactery. This Phylactery is the source of a Lich's power, and the destruction of the Phylactery is the only way to permanently destroy a Lich. If a Lich is killed while his Phylactery still exists, then his body, mind and soul will simply reform its presence. Without the Phylactery, the Lich will be unable to reform after being killed.
Job
On his home plane, Adamar served as a court wizard to the king of the lands. However, he now has no method or need to maintain an occupation.
Personality
Neutral Evil
Adamar is by no means cruel, sinister, or diabolic. He is called evil by others mostly because of the nature of his existence. Adamar was fully aware of the blasphemy of his transformation into an undead creature. However, he seeks no atonement for his actions. Outside of being a neutral voice in the matters of his companions, he cares not for their well-being. Adamar only seeks to preserve his own unlife, and will gladly do so even if it requires the expense of allies. However, those who he deems highly useful will see an equal amount of utility from him towards their efforts.
Biography/ history
Before arriving on Mym, Adamar was a court wizard for the king of the realm he lived in. However, his king was by no means benevolent. An oppressive tyrant, his majesty set only the highest taxes upon his subjects, and ordered the beheading of all that opposed him. Adamar was smart enough to not deny any demand made of him, which for the most part was simply to define terms, enchant items, or entertain with visually appealing spells. Occasionally, more specific needs were called for, but for the most part Adamar lived rather well by serving his king.
One day, his majesty called Adamar for a very unique request. Upon his arrival, Adamar learned of the king's desires for immorality, so that he might rule the lands for the rest of time. Such a tall order required years of research, practice and preparation. This was a condition that Adamar make very clear before getting to work.
Eventually, Adamar was ready. He approached his majesty in private to inform him of his progress, and arranged a time to perform the ritual. In a horrible turn of events, the ritual failed, and the king was now dead. Fearing for his own life, Adamar decided to try the ritual himself, so that he may survive any repercussions with a well-hidden phylactery.
After several hours of careful incantation, Adamar had completed the ritual. His life was ripped from his lungs, his heart ceased to beat to the soft rhythm that the living take for granted. And in its place, he felt a surge of negative energy lift his corpse off the floor. He had done it, he had become a Lich.
The following years would don a great war. With a bounty on his head, Adamar was frequently pursued by knights, paladins and clerics, seeking to slay him and purge his undead soul from their world. However, his hew-found powers over the dead allowed him to fight back with great force, in a war that would last for many centuries to come. Every aspiring hero slain by Adamar's undead forces only joined his ranks, and it would seem that victory would be his for sure.
However, the reverse quickly became true after the army of the living discovered the holy power of Positive Energy. With this gift granted to them by the gods, they easily destroyed hoards of undead while simultaneously reviving and healing the wounds of living soldiers. In a final resort to avoid destruction, Adamar weaved the mightiest spell he could muster. And with it, he stepped through the gaps of space and time itself to escape the world he once knew, in favor of a separate plane of existence.
In only a few short moments, Adamar found himself on the dull beaches of Mym...
Equipment
Taking with him only what he could hold in his final moments in a battle-scarred kingdom, Adamar has little in the way of supplies. Other than his robes, he keeps a mask to hide his rotted face, a tome within which his spells are written, and his phylactery.
The phylactery is contained within a small leather pouch, with leather straps tied to the top that allow opening and closing of the pouch, as well as securing the pouch to a belt or wrist. The phylactery itself is a small sheet of parchment, and written upon the parchment is a fell contract of death written and signed by Adamar. The contract is written and signed in a sinister language of the dead, called Necril. This paper is carefully rolled and stored in the pouch.
Shown Spells by School and Level
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You detect magical auras in a 60 foot cone directed as you wish. The amount of information revealed depends on how long you study a particular area or subject.
First, you sense the presence of magical auras.
Then you discern the number of auras, and can pinpoint the most powerful aura.
Lastly, you learn the properties and nature of each aura.
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This spell acts as Animate Dead, except that you can only create up Small or Medium sized undead, and you can only control up to 12 undead.
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This spell turns corpses into skeletons or zombies that obey your commands. You can create Tiny, Small, Medium or Large sized undead creatures.
The undead can be made to follow you, attack any creature (or just a specific creatures) in an area, or become idle. They remain animated until they are destroyed. A destroyed skeleton or zombie can't be animated again.
The undead you create remain under your control indefinitely (until they are destroyed or dismissed). But no matter how many times you cast this spell, you can only control up to 12 undead. Any undead in excess created by this spell become under your control, but undead created by previous castings become uncontrolled until you control 24 undead. You choose which undead leave your service. These undead become free-willed (if they are not mindless), or simply act as normal uncontrolled undead.
You point your finger and fire a black ray of negative energy that suppresses the life force of any living creature it strikes. You must make a ranged touch attack to hit.
If the creature is struck, they suffer moderate life-draining. Creatures who don't out-right die become weaker.
Undead creatures who are struck are healed instead of damaged.
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This spell acts as Animate Dead, except that you can also create Diminutive and Huge sized undead, and you can control up to 24 undead.
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<|message|>Adamar
Since he was sitting rather far from the camp's center, Adamar was attacked last. A bloodcurdling war cry broke his reading, and he looked up to see a lowly bandit charging him with their sword brandished high over-head. In only a few moments, the bandit was upon him, and in a flash of steel, the blade was embedded into Adamar's chest.
Adamar looked down at the sword in his torso, and then slowly rose to his feet. "Hm, that woman did say that those who attack me are legally giving up their lives." An expression of confusion and fear washed over the thug's face as Adamar gripped the sword by its blade and pulled it out of himself. His strength ripped the weapon from his assailant's hand and tossed it onto the ground. "To be honest, I'm not upset about being stabbed. What bothers me is your audacity to interrupt my studies. On the bright side, you might have some other uses."
His hand began to glow a faint black radiance as he reached forward. The ghostly glow began to pull itself from his gauze wrapped hand and floated towards the bandit, entering his eyes and mouth. The man's screams of terror and pain could be heard across the battlefield as the spell Enervation tore his life force to shreds. After a few moments, his cries turned into dry moans, and then eventually nothingness as his corpse limply fell to the dirt below him.
Instead of raising the fallen bandit right then and there, Adamar looked up towards the campfire. There were still a few attackers engaging the troop. He began another incantation as he walked towards the camp.</s>
<|message|>Garen Steelsinger
Garen's twin assault was dodged by a surprisingly spry backstep on the part of the bone man, irritating that a man in so heavy armor could be so agile. Still, it was information that Garen could process and use. He started circling, wary of another lightning attack. As he circled his opponent his eyes searched for a weakness, obviously there would be gaps were the joints were but those were to obvious weaknesses for Garen to use. No the bone man would be expecting that.
As he was examining his opponent he saw a woman knock an arrow and fire right at his enemy. It deflected harmlessly of his pauldron of course, but the distraction she cause as the bone man lifted his spear to fire at her was all an experienced fighter needed, and Garen was nothing if not experienced.
He charged, both blades hanging low. The aim was to shove them both under his arms where his armor would be weakest. As he drew closer out of the corner of his eye he saw another woman start sprinting towards his enemy, blades drawn, obviously seizing the same opportunity.
He slowed his pace a little, allowing the woman to strike first. at the end of her charge she pounced at the bone man, blades aimed at his neck. Garen himself reached the man rolling partially to the side and thrusting Gwynt right under the bone man's spear aem.</s>
<|message|>Unknown. The people call me Siana, which means "Refugee" in the language of the First Ones.
The Bone-armored man staggered, dropping his spear and grabbing the whole in his neck with his good hand. The whole under his arm was bleeding too much, though, and he soon collapsed from blood loss. Within a minute he was dead.
The adventurers gathered around, having finished looting the bandits, and stood staring at the dead leader. Siana walked over as well. "Well, that was an interesting fight." she said. "With enemies like that out there, we'll have to be more careful. First, though, is anyone hurt? I can heal you. Otherwise, we need to eat and discuss this. We definitely need guards too."</s>
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<|message|>Adamar
"Hmph."
Adamar interrupted his mysterious incantations as the the final bandit fell to the floor. The charge of lightning dissipated from his hand into nothingness as he approached the group. He came into speaking distance as Siana concluded her assessment.
"We have our grands, right here." Adamar rose his hands over the fallen bone-armored man, and cast the spell Animate Dead, Lesser. The bandit, along with several other thugs in the immediate area, let out soft and dry moans as they slowly rose to their feet.
"They will keep watch over the camp. Any objections?" He asked, waiting to see if anyone would oppose him.</s>
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<|description|>Arya
Appearance:
5 ft 2 inches. Young - perhaps 14/16. Blue hair and bright eyes.
Species:
Perhaps elfin, perhaps not. People often refer to her as "the elf girl," but her actual race is uncertain, since she never traveled before being brought to Mym.
Gender:
Female
Skills and standard abilities:
A voracious reader, Arya has become well-studied in the years she's been stranded here, but her true talent is with languages. The tongue spoken on her world was very different from those on Mym, relying heavily on complex inflection and precise sentence structure to convey meaning quickly. Since her arrival, she has absorbed three more languages, and still hasn't forgotten the language of her homeland.
She can also be quick with a knife when necessary.
Supernatural/ magical abilities:
Empathy, to the point of light psychic power. A keen sense of danger.
Job:
Trained as a scribe and an interpreter. Works mostly for traders and ship's captains, earning just enough to eat. Currently, she rents a small room in the back of a bakery, barely large enough for formal clothes, a few books, and a bed. Since a young woman is traditionally unable to work for herself, she lies, pretending to send money to a wealthy father back home. Only the baker's wife knows the true story of her orphan upbringing.
Personality:
Reserved, but quick. Her more-than-natural empathy makes those around her feel uncomfortably exposed, and she often finds herself embroiled in other people's personal dilemmas.
Biography/ history:
At the age of 9, in the middle of the night, Arya fell into Mym. A band of traveling merchants found her fast asleep in the middle of a seaside road. At first, they thought she was dead from the fog, but on seeing her chest rise and fall, they woke her. Needless to say, her life changed drastically after that. When they found it impossible to communicate with the girl, she was abandoned in Marrintown, and became another hungry street urchin, begging in a language she barely knew, without family ties or any special knowledge to help her.
Desperate to return home, she hid in a supply wagon heading out of the city, in the hopes that she could eventually find her way back to where she first arrived in Mym. While the wagon didn't lead her any closer to her family, it did lead her to a monastery of the Order of Rin, high in the mountains, where the fog had never come, and where there were no monsters or rat-infested sewers. The monks took her in, refined her crude knowledge of Erimish, the most common language of the region. She proved to be a good student, and their teachings gave her a stable grasp on the world she now lived in. This continued until she turned 13, and divine law required that she be ejected from the monastery, as a woman can never be a Monk of the Order. This rejection, although tempered by kind words, burned her deeply, and she was again alone in the world.
Fortunately, a reference from the Order can go a long way, and she was promptly taken under the wing of Quar, also known as the Red Robin. Once a diplomat from a far-off desert planet, Quar now works as a trader, buying and selling a variety of goods in a variety of ways: some legal, most not. Under his tutelage, she learned to use her empathy as a tool, converting acquaintances into friends and friends into customers. Eventually, though, she saved enough money to run away, and begin her search for home anew.
Even after six years in Mym, she still longs for home.
Equipment:
A small dagger strapped to the back of her leg, and an enchanted bracer with several functions, given to her by her mother. Arya never speaks about what it's for.</s>
<|message|>Arya
Arya jerked awake. A high screeching filled her hearing, like the squeal of ice on metal, like the roaring wind of a hurricane. A spike was driving itself viciously into the back of her skull, an agony so great her vision blurred, as if her skull were expanding from the inside out. She heard a high, keening shriek of pain - her own - and attempted, in a panic, to gather her mental defences, fighting to keep from giving in to the whirlwind.
And just like that, the presence moved away.
She shivered.
Many hours later, she fell asleep again.
* * *
The next morning, Arya pulled a parcel out of her bedside drawer, and sat cross-legged on the floor. Out of the parcel, she pulled a small black book and charcoal, of the type used by students and scribes. Taking a deep breath, she chanted through a nursery rhyme, paying little attention to the words. With her eyes closed, she passed the charcoal along the paper. At first, the markings were nothing but loops and lines, but as time progressed, they resolved into shapes, and slowly bent into complex symbols.
Opening her eyes, she fell silent. Her eyes scanned the page with a scholar's eye. It had not been a deliberate attack, that much was certain. The presence had merely passed within her range while her defenses were down. She desperately hoped it had not noticed her, but it was impossible to say. There were no patterns of aggression, but several symbols were drawn with an odd slant. A lapse in concentration, or a clue? Tracing her finger along another circular symbol, her brow furrowed. It was one she didn't recognize. A name, perhaps? A place?
Sighing, she replaced the book and charcoal into her bag. Father Roe would have known what to make of it.</s>
<|message|>Adamar
Adamar would have blended into the darkness outside the campfire if the light of the flames didn't reflect off his mask. He sat a bit away from the rest of the group, still in conversationally appropriate proximity, but far enough that none would see the contents of his now open book. He slowly turned a page every few minutes as the worn parchment bound in leather rested upon his lap. His head was angled down towards the pages, an onlooker would easily assume him to be reading through the slits in the mask. He made no indications of paying attention to Siana's life-story, but was softly murmuring to himself with seemingly unintelligible words as she described her memories and plans to the group.</s>
<|message|>Kismet
The streets were practically deserted as Kis made her way through the town, nodding greetings to the few locals she passed. Even this late at night the light from the forge lit up the end of the street, promising warmth and safety for passersby.
Stepping through the door Kis waited for a pause in the blacksmith's hammering before calling out. "Hey Clem, how's business?"
The gruff giant turned, his scowling face filling with joy as he caught sight of his old friend. "Kismet, my dear. When did you get back into town?" Laying his hammer down he stepped up to the girl and wrapped his arms around her, lifting Kis off her feet and spinning her around.
"Okay, okay, clam down." Kis laughed, patting Clem's arms until he finally relaxed. "I'm just in town for the night, passing through on a job. Thought I'd drop in and check on that special order."
"You have good timing, finished the work on it yesterday." Clem said, moving over to a large chest set against the wall. Pulling the lid open he picked a package wrapped in rough leather from the pile of others. "Hope it's good enough for you," He said, handing it over to Kis.
Carefully up wrapping it Kis ran her hand down the freshly forged blades, each ten inches long. The inscribed cold steel seemed to frost over even in the heat of the forge, yet as her fingers touched them the metal seemed warm. "They're perfect."
As she stepped back out onto the street, tightening the straps across her chest and straightening the scabbards across her back, Kis set off for the town gate. She still had time to make it to the farm and rest up before dawn, and by the sounds of things she'd be needing a fresh head for the following day.</s>
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<|message|>Arya
The stall was hot, bright with summer, the salty sea air filled with an unpleasant scent of fish and unwashed city streets. A reddish tint filtered through the cloth above, casting a light shade over the table. Beside Arya sat a portly wine-seller, who was calculating the market value of a particular vintage, and across from her sat an elderly Minnese man, his slanted eyes darting suspiciously over the wine-seller's work. She could see a shining bead of sweat forming on his forehead, and she found herself wondering idly whether he would be too offended if she wiped it away.
"Tell him his request is ludicrous," the wine-seller said.
"☬ ⁂♣♮ ⚜♦," Arya said hesitantly. It is not possible. The price is too high.
Angry chattering in Minnese.
Arya turned back to her irate employer. "He says he won't take any less. He wants you to stick…" She paused. "He wants to end the negotiation unless you accept his offer."
The fat wine-seller struck the table in frustration. "Wonderful. Well, by the gods, I'll take his damn deal, but don't ask me to be happy about it."
Arya repeated his acceptance. The Minnese trader's scowl deepened, and he cursed, muttering about being cheated. They shook hands.
It was not out of the ordinary for negotiations to become tense, even around her. Managing the egos of wealthy men was part of the job description, and with such large fortunes at stake, emotions inevitably ran high. This, however, had been a particularly heated argument. The wine-seller didn't want to tarnish his reputation by selling cheaper wines, but the Minnese trader was the only one to come through the region in a month, and if he didn't buy his stores, he'd lose customers. He'd agreed to purchase his whole stock at a greatly inflated price, but the trader still wanted more. Minnese men were always particularly resistant to her brand of light persuasion. Stubborn bastard. He wouldn't know a good deal if it smacked him in the nose.
After the negotiation was formalized, she left the stall, her work completed. The midday sun beat down like a physical weight, and the lazy humidity only made matters worse. Business was slow, and everyone shuffled from shade patch to shade, the wealthier ladies fanning themselves and the poorer ones splashing water on their faces. Work was torturously slow, and men carrying goods or negotiating trades were few, far between, and generally unhappy about it. The Emblem of Neutrality - a heavy white sash issued by the Guild, the symbol of her trade - rasped on her bare shoulder, and she found herself compulsively shifting it, as if trying to get out from under the weight.
Arya ducked into a pub near the center of town, the Old Red. Settling down in a dark corner, she extracted a small black notebook from her handbag, and absently ran her eyes over the symbols she had drawn before. It wasn't as if she could do much without a Dictionary of Symbology, but the mystery still drew her eyes to the page.
Her reverie didn't last long. A loud voice approached along the street, and the door banged open, revealing a fat man and a shorter, skinnier companion, both wearing Guild emblems. "- long and short of it, oh yes, it was a right scene. I don't agree with the Guild renting out member facilities to hooligans. A good Deepwood wine!" He snapped. The barkeep raised an eyebrow, but made no complaint. "It's no good," he continued, sitting down heavily by the bar. "Next election, I'm going to vote for someone who's dedicated to the integrity of our fine institution!"
"Indeed, indeed."
"And why is this Kismet girl allowed such privilege? Tut tut. Another flagrant violation of well established traditions! Favoritism! I sense something underhanded."
"Yes, yes. Must be, must be."
The first man looked pleased at this. "See, you're a good fellow." A large tankard slid towards him on the bar, and, grasping it by the handle, he raised it in a gesture of respect to his companion. "Stick with the folk like us, the respectable tradesmen. You'll go far."
"Oh, I've no doubt, none at all." They clinked glasses, and drank deeply.
"I saw an odd fellow, wrapped from head to toe. Couldn't even see his face. Made my skin crawl."
Arya's eyes narrowed. She had heard stories that certain dark wizards couldn't uncover their skin, or they would burn. Could this be the presence she'd felt in the night?
"It seems they're going off into the Fog tonight," the thinner man said, raising his eyebrows.
"What do you mean, going off into the Fog?"
"I mean, the girl Siana is leading them off. That's what the meeting was for."
"By the gods, are you sure? Are they mad?"
The thin man shrugged. "Seems so. She claims to have found an inland lake, surrounded by paradise, or portals, or some such nonsense. I wasn't listening too closely."
"These are certainly strange times."
"Indeed, indeed."
They fell silent for a moment. Arya's mind whirled. It couldn't be a coincidence, could it? A mysterious figure suddenly appearing in a sleepy seaside Guild town, an impossible mission into the fog… Arya wondered whether there really was something underhanded going on. Black magic, she thought, dread creeping along her spine. Wonderful.</s>
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<|description|>Guardian
Age: N/A
Gender: Male
Rank: Bodyguard to Princess Rosella
Basic Appearance
Hair: Hidden by hood
Facial hair: Hidden by mask
Eyes: Hidden by mask
Build: Average
Height: 6 feet exactly
Weight: 100.lbs
Special features: Hidden by clothing and armor
Combat credentials
Combat style: Guardian is a ruthless fighter. He uses any means necessary to kill anything that threatens Princess Rosella. Guardian possesses great skill in the use of his blades, is unnaturally agile, has senses that are far more developed than any other human, is able to improvise impossible solutions to impossible problems, and has survived almost impossible odds.
Abilities
Combat mastery: Although it is unknown when for how he received his training, Guardian has mastered all forms of combat. He could use much more effective weapons in combat, but short swords and daggers are still Guardian's weapon of choice.
Inhuman agility: Not only is he incredibly light for his build, Guardian is incredibly agile for it too. Guardian is as fast as an arrow and thrice as deadly.
Highly developed senses: Guardian's senses of sight, hearing, smell, touch, and possibly taste are more developed than an average human. He is able to hear the movements of hidden assassins, feel their vibrations, smell their intent, and can taste their fear as they realize that they've been discovered.
Imaginative improviser: From running someone through with a stick to crushing someone's neck with a rubber chicken, Guardian has survived some of his most dangerous encounters through improvising.
Gear
Full description/Info:
-- Head: Hood and carved ivory mask
—Shoulders: Iron shoulder pads and an all weather cloak
-- Torso: Iron armor
---- Underclothes: Simple garments
-- Legs: Leather
---- Underclothes: Simple garment
-- Right arm: Leather glove and dagger sheath
-- Left arm: Leather glove and dagger sheath
-- Primary weapon: Short sword
-- Secondary weapon: Dagger
-- Combat items: Daggers and short swords
-- Non-combat items: 2 small healing potions and a small box of bandages stored in the confines of Guardian's satchel.
Short swords -- Guardian carries 2 plain iron swords. They offer no enchantment or fancy design. However, that does not mean that they can't dice opponents like carrots.
Daggers -- Guardian carries 3 plain iron daggers. Much like his short swords, Guardian's daggers are without enchantment or decoration. Also much like his short swords, the daggers can cut through flesh and bone like hot knives through butter.
Bio
Very little is known of the bodyguard of Princess Rosella. But that which is known is known far and wide.
The story begins in The Kingdom of Nilrem, a thriving kingdom ruled by the benevolent King Nestor. Nilrem was one of the most prosperous kingdoms in the world, and with that title came many people wanting the wealth that The Kingdom of Nilrem provided. Many assassination attempts on the lives of every member of the Nilrem royal family were made. All attempts have failed so far, but protection was still needed.
Although he should have been more concerned about his own safety, King Nestor was more worried about his daughter and soul heir to the throne, Princess Rosella. The king sent forth messengers to spread a message to the 4 corners of Nilrem. There was to be a tournament to test the might of those who participated. The winner of this tournament would be granted the prestigious position of Princess Rosella's bodyguard.
Many a strong soul came in hopes of claiming such a role. But only 1 warrior could rise above the rest and claim the prize. That warrior was the masked mute who would come to be known as Guardian.
Since then, Guardian has defended Princess Rosella with his life. He has done battle with countless assassins, defeated things that should have killed him, and has generally done so in a way that has convinced many people he isn't human. But human or not, 1 thing is quite clear. In the 10 years that he has been Princess Rosella's bodyguard, Guardian has become a 2nd father to the 15 year old princess.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Suddenly, a commotion occurred in the prince's balcony. Someone had kicked the balcony door open and was dispatching the prince's guards effortlessly. Eventually, the assailant forced the prince against the balcony's protective barriers and finally came into view. The person who now had a dagger pressed against the prince's throat was a hooded man clad in iron armor with a carved ivory mask covering his face. This man was the mute warrior known only as Guardian.
"Sheath your dagger, Guardian" the prince demanded "Or you will never see Princess Rosella again".
Guardian lowered his dagger but did not sheath it, there was no sheath for the 1st of his 3 daggers, Guardian kept it in his right hand at all times.
"If you wish to see your Princess returned, you will do exactly as I say" the prince declared.
Guardian nodded in acknowledgement.
"Below this balcony, there awaits a skilled assassin" the prince said "Defeat him and Rosella is yours".
With that said the barriers were brought down long enough to allow Guardian to drop into the courtyard below. Upon landing, Guardian turned to face Nicoli and drew 1 of his 2 short swords, holding is in his left hand.
"Fight!" the prince called out. With that said, Guardian jumped into the air an descended on Nicoli with a strong slash from his short sword aimed at the assassin's throat.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
With only the murmuring of those in the balcony the relative silence has been enjoyable. It was when that silence was broken with the shattering of the door that Nicoli looked up from his thoughts, dark eyes surveying the balcony. He heard the shouts, the sound of gurgling screams, and smelt the blood that followed, such a smell was easily identified.
It wasn't until Guardian slammed the Prince against the barriers that Nicoli saw what had happened, though he suspected it. He listened carefully, a small smile playing across his face. He had, after all, set up this fight. Nicoli was not a good man.
He withdrew his weapons as Guardian descended from the balcony, his long sword held firmly in his right hand and short sword in his left. "I was wondering when you would show up." He said lightheartedly, using the tone one would use when talking of the weather.
"Actually…" Nicoli's words were cut off as his opponent took to the air and slashed out with the short sword in his left hand. Nicoli stepped to his right so that he wouldn't be forced back into the waters and brought his long sword across, deflecting his opponents attack to the inside. Almost right after Nicoli's left hand came across, the hand holding his own short sword, slashing out at Guardians left arm from left to right. He was careful to try and remain out of the daggers range, knowing that the man would have to step in close to use it, unless of course it was thrown.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian saw the short coming in for a strike. He moved his dagger into the path of the barbed blade and blocked it. Guardian's dagger was caught between 2 of the short sword's barbs, locking the weapons together. Meanwhile, Guardian's short sword was quickly running its way down the length of Nicoli's long sword. Guardian moved his short sword away from the long sword a few inches before the short sword could hit the cross guard. After leaving the longer blade behind, Guardian's short sword made its way towards Nicoli's right leg in an attempt to cut it off.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
To the onlooker, the Prince, as Nicoli was sure that everyone else up there was dead or dying, the speed at which the fighters moved was no doubt impressive. While Guardian was clearly a man on the mission, and was the aggressor in this case, Nicoli was merely fighting to keep his ground, he wasn't ready to commit to the sort of assault that his opponent was. He wanted to have his fun first.
He felt the weapon in his left hand , his short sword, get locked up with the dagger in his opponents right, effectively neutralizing them both for the moment. Since Nicoli had used his long sword to deflect the attack inward, in a hope to slash it that had been foiled, his opponent had to bring the weapon back to attack his right leg, that moment gave the assassin time to step back, leaving his left foot as the lead leg now.
His right arm would come back and then thrust out, the long sword aimed at Guardians gut. At the same time he would twist the wrist of his left hand to disengage the small barbs from his opponent's weapon and retract it close to his body as a defensive measure. He wanted to know what this man was capable of. There were legends of the Guardian, and Nicoli was a man to test legends, to pit his own against the best, and so far he was still alive to tell the tale. His opponents were not.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian had not heard stories about Nicoli, be he had faced Veiled-Ones in the past. Nicoli would now be the 6th Veiled-One that Guardian had faced during his career. Guardian had killed 2 of the previous 5 and sent the other 3 back where they came from missing a few limbs.
Guardian spun out of the long sword's way just as his dagger came loose. Guardian continued to spin, using the momentum to send another short sword attack aimed at Nicoli's throat.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
While Nicoli couldn't makeout a the facial features of Guardian behind his mask he could watch the way the man moved, how he struck and his footwork, it was very similiar to his own, then again when using the dual weapon style of fighting there were often many similiarities.
Nicoli was not one to relenquish his advantage of reach, so when Guardian came forward again Nicoli once again danced back. This time he also moved slightly to the left, bringing his left foot back and around he litterally spun around the tip of his opponents blade, an inch from death, and brought his long sword around with his right hand, slashing straight down at his opponents exposed back.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian's heightened sense of hearing allowed him to hear the blade coming. He rolled forward. Nicoli's blade missed Guardian's back but hit his armor, leaving a long scratch from where the long sword had struck.
Guardian then leaped into the air again. This time, Guardian landed behind Nicoli. Guardian attempted to make Nicoli lose balance by sweeping the assassin's legs off the floor. Guardian then followed it up with a series of fast slashes from his short sword and dagger, aimed at Nicoli's back.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
The tip of his sword moved lightly across the man's armor, cutting it, but doing no damage to his opponent. Damn. Nicoli thought as he watched the agile warrior role away, lightly come up to his feet, only to turn about and with unnatural speed and power, leap high over him.
Nicoli was in somewhat of awe at the audacity of the man, one part brave and two parts foolish he thought. He turned as Guardian passed over him, always keeping his dark humorless eyes on the warrior, so when a foot shot out to make Nicoli loose his balance he took a step back and away.
Then he watched his opponent come at him like a snake, short sword and dagger moving in a pattern of slashes to try and find an opening. Nicoli was quick to the defense, flipping his long sword around to hold it reverse he brought it back and forth to deflect the attacks from one weapon while his short sword worked in a furious circle to guide the other weapon away rather than block it out right.
Footwork is what kept Nicoli out of harm's way, he moved backwards, turning slightly as he did so, to make sure he always had an opening if he was forced to make a full retreat. But, for now he was content to let the mans furry play out. Perhaps, he mused , he could help push the man over the edge further.
"Do you wonder how your Princess was captured? Why so many of our less than worthy assassins were sent after you or her? Do you believe we would be so foolish?" He asked contempt and disdain dripping like acid from his tongue. "You never saw me coming did you, never knew she was gone until it was too late." He said with well practiced arrogance. "You are less than worthy."</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian rolled backwards about 2 meters away from Nicoli once the assassin had finished speaking. While the assassin's words were convincing, Guardian knew bait when he saw (Or in this case heard) it.
Guardian had allowed Princess Rosella to get kidnapped while they were attending The Ambassador's Ball, a highly anticipated social event that almost always entertained assassination attempts as well as guests. Guardian had been fighting with a ghoul at the ball and while he was distracted, Rosella had been abducted and a note from the prince was left in her place.
Once he had completed his roll, Guardian stood in a defensive stance. He crouched slightly and brought his head down, his sword in front guarding low and his dagger behind guarding high. It was now Nicoli's turn to go on the offensive.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
As Guardian broke off his attack and rolled backwards Nicoli, seeing no further threat, lowered his arms and sheathed both weapons. It was a pity that Guardian didn't speak Nicoli lamented, he would love to hear the man's rebuttal. Yet, that wasn't the case.
Nicoli wasn't too disappointed when the man dropped back and recognized when he was being tested and verbally jabbed it. He also recognized that Nicoli had been purely defensive and hadn't been willing to try and trade blows with him. So, Guardian wasn't as headstrong and brash as Nicoli had first believed, that was pleasing.
He retracted the 10 foot chain whip that he wore as a mock-belt with his left hand and sent it into a figure eight pattern that covered a quarter of its length, slightly in front and to his left, ready to lash out when the time came. With his right hand he retrieved two throwing daggers; he held one in the palm of his hand and the other between his pointer finger and thumb. Being in no hurry he wanted Guardian to see what he was doing.
Then with one swift motion he threw the first dagger, his hand moving from right to left, then the second dagger when his hand went back the opposite direction. The first dagger was aimed low, at his opponent's right leg, the second dagger was aimed at the same side but at the right shoulder and followed a moment behind it. In the same moment that the second dagger was thrown his left hand and wrist snapped out sending that long steel chain out back low to try and wrap around Guardians right leg at the ankle.</s>
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<|message|>Guardian
Since Nicoli had taken his time, Guardian was able to prepare for the assassin's attack. Once Nicoli did launch his attack, the fact that he aimed all his attacks at Guardian's right meant that Guardian would have a simpler time avoiding them. A simple 1 meter roll to the left was all that was needed to move Guardian safely out of harm's way. Guardian then rose to his feet and awaited another attack.</s>
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<|description|>Guardian
Age: N/A
Gender: Male
Rank: Bodyguard to Princess Rosella
Basic Appearance
Hair: Hidden by hood
Facial hair: Hidden by mask
Eyes: Hidden by mask
Build: Average
Height: 6 feet exactly
Weight: 100.lbs
Special features: Hidden by clothing and armor
Combat credentials
Combat style: Guardian is a ruthless fighter. He uses any means necessary to kill anything that threatens Princess Rosella. Guardian possesses great skill in the use of his blades, is unnaturally agile, has senses that are far more developed than any other human, is able to improvise impossible solutions to impossible problems, and has survived almost impossible odds.
Abilities
Combat mastery: Although it is unknown when for how he received his training, Guardian has mastered all forms of combat. He could use much more effective weapons in combat, but short swords and daggers are still Guardian's weapon of choice.
Inhuman agility: Not only is he incredibly light for his build, Guardian is incredibly agile for it too. Guardian is as fast as an arrow and thrice as deadly.
Highly developed senses: Guardian's senses of sight, hearing, smell, touch, and possibly taste are more developed than an average human. He is able to hear the movements of hidden assassins, feel their vibrations, smell their intent, and can taste their fear as they realize that they've been discovered.
Imaginative improviser: From running someone through with a stick to crushing someone's neck with a rubber chicken, Guardian has survived some of his most dangerous encounters through improvising.
Gear
Full description/Info:
-- Head: Hood and carved ivory mask
—Shoulders: Iron shoulder pads and an all weather cloak
-- Torso: Iron armor
---- Underclothes: Simple garments
-- Legs: Leather
---- Underclothes: Simple garment
-- Right arm: Leather glove and dagger sheath
-- Left arm: Leather glove and dagger sheath
-- Primary weapon: Short sword
-- Secondary weapon: Dagger
-- Combat items: Daggers and short swords
-- Non-combat items: 2 small healing potions and a small box of bandages stored in the confines of Guardian's satchel.
Short swords -- Guardian carries 2 plain iron swords. They offer no enchantment or fancy design. However, that does not mean that they can't dice opponents like carrots.
Daggers -- Guardian carries 3 plain iron daggers. Much like his short swords, Guardian's daggers are without enchantment or decoration. Also much like his short swords, the daggers can cut through flesh and bone like hot knives through butter.
Bio
Very little is known of the bodyguard of Princess Rosella. But that which is known is known far and wide.
The story begins in The Kingdom of Nilrem, a thriving kingdom ruled by the benevolent King Nestor. Nilrem was one of the most prosperous kingdoms in the world, and with that title came many people wanting the wealth that The Kingdom of Nilrem provided. Many assassination attempts on the lives of every member of the Nilrem royal family were made. All attempts have failed so far, but protection was still needed.
Although he should have been more concerned about his own safety, King Nestor was more worried about his daughter and soul heir to the throne, Princess Rosella. The king sent forth messengers to spread a message to the 4 corners of Nilrem. There was to be a tournament to test the might of those who participated. The winner of this tournament would be granted the prestigious position of Princess Rosella's bodyguard.
Many a strong soul came in hopes of claiming such a role. But only 1 warrior could rise above the rest and claim the prize. That warrior was the masked mute who would come to be known as Guardian.
Since then, Guardian has defended Princess Rosella with his life. He has done battle with countless assassins, defeated things that should have killed him, and has generally done so in a way that has convinced many people he isn't human. But human or not, 1 thing is quite clear. In the 10 years that he has been Princess Rosella's bodyguard, Guardian has become a 2nd father to the 15 year old princess.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian saw the short coming in for a strike. He moved his dagger into the path of the barbed blade and blocked it. Guardian's dagger was caught between 2 of the short sword's barbs, locking the weapons together. Meanwhile, Guardian's short sword was quickly running its way down the length of Nicoli's long sword. Guardian moved his short sword away from the long sword a few inches before the short sword could hit the cross guard. After leaving the longer blade behind, Guardian's short sword made its way towards Nicoli's right leg in an attempt to cut it off.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
To the onlooker, the Prince, as Nicoli was sure that everyone else up there was dead or dying, the speed at which the fighters moved was no doubt impressive. While Guardian was clearly a man on the mission, and was the aggressor in this case, Nicoli was merely fighting to keep his ground, he wasn't ready to commit to the sort of assault that his opponent was. He wanted to have his fun first.
He felt the weapon in his left hand , his short sword, get locked up with the dagger in his opponents right, effectively neutralizing them both for the moment. Since Nicoli had used his long sword to deflect the attack inward, in a hope to slash it that had been foiled, his opponent had to bring the weapon back to attack his right leg, that moment gave the assassin time to step back, leaving his left foot as the lead leg now.
His right arm would come back and then thrust out, the long sword aimed at Guardians gut. At the same time he would twist the wrist of his left hand to disengage the small barbs from his opponent's weapon and retract it close to his body as a defensive measure. He wanted to know what this man was capable of. There were legends of the Guardian, and Nicoli was a man to test legends, to pit his own against the best, and so far he was still alive to tell the tale. His opponents were not.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian had not heard stories about Nicoli, be he had faced Veiled-Ones in the past. Nicoli would now be the 6th Veiled-One that Guardian had faced during his career. Guardian had killed 2 of the previous 5 and sent the other 3 back where they came from missing a few limbs.
Guardian spun out of the long sword's way just as his dagger came loose. Guardian continued to spin, using the momentum to send another short sword attack aimed at Nicoli's throat.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
While Nicoli couldn't makeout a the facial features of Guardian behind his mask he could watch the way the man moved, how he struck and his footwork, it was very similiar to his own, then again when using the dual weapon style of fighting there were often many similiarities.
Nicoli was not one to relenquish his advantage of reach, so when Guardian came forward again Nicoli once again danced back. This time he also moved slightly to the left, bringing his left foot back and around he litterally spun around the tip of his opponents blade, an inch from death, and brought his long sword around with his right hand, slashing straight down at his opponents exposed back.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian's heightened sense of hearing allowed him to hear the blade coming. He rolled forward. Nicoli's blade missed Guardian's back but hit his armor, leaving a long scratch from where the long sword had struck.
Guardian then leaped into the air again. This time, Guardian landed behind Nicoli. Guardian attempted to make Nicoli lose balance by sweeping the assassin's legs off the floor. Guardian then followed it up with a series of fast slashes from his short sword and dagger, aimed at Nicoli's back.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
The tip of his sword moved lightly across the man's armor, cutting it, but doing no damage to his opponent. Damn. Nicoli thought as he watched the agile warrior role away, lightly come up to his feet, only to turn about and with unnatural speed and power, leap high over him.
Nicoli was in somewhat of awe at the audacity of the man, one part brave and two parts foolish he thought. He turned as Guardian passed over him, always keeping his dark humorless eyes on the warrior, so when a foot shot out to make Nicoli loose his balance he took a step back and away.
Then he watched his opponent come at him like a snake, short sword and dagger moving in a pattern of slashes to try and find an opening. Nicoli was quick to the defense, flipping his long sword around to hold it reverse he brought it back and forth to deflect the attacks from one weapon while his short sword worked in a furious circle to guide the other weapon away rather than block it out right.
Footwork is what kept Nicoli out of harm's way, he moved backwards, turning slightly as he did so, to make sure he always had an opening if he was forced to make a full retreat. But, for now he was content to let the mans furry play out. Perhaps, he mused , he could help push the man over the edge further.
"Do you wonder how your Princess was captured? Why so many of our less than worthy assassins were sent after you or her? Do you believe we would be so foolish?" He asked contempt and disdain dripping like acid from his tongue. "You never saw me coming did you, never knew she was gone until it was too late." He said with well practiced arrogance. "You are less than worthy."</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian rolled backwards about 2 meters away from Nicoli once the assassin had finished speaking. While the assassin's words were convincing, Guardian knew bait when he saw (Or in this case heard) it.
Guardian had allowed Princess Rosella to get kidnapped while they were attending The Ambassador's Ball, a highly anticipated social event that almost always entertained assassination attempts as well as guests. Guardian had been fighting with a ghoul at the ball and while he was distracted, Rosella had been abducted and a note from the prince was left in her place.
Once he had completed his roll, Guardian stood in a defensive stance. He crouched slightly and brought his head down, his sword in front guarding low and his dagger behind guarding high. It was now Nicoli's turn to go on the offensive.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
As Guardian broke off his attack and rolled backwards Nicoli, seeing no further threat, lowered his arms and sheathed both weapons. It was a pity that Guardian didn't speak Nicoli lamented, he would love to hear the man's rebuttal. Yet, that wasn't the case.
Nicoli wasn't too disappointed when the man dropped back and recognized when he was being tested and verbally jabbed it. He also recognized that Nicoli had been purely defensive and hadn't been willing to try and trade blows with him. So, Guardian wasn't as headstrong and brash as Nicoli had first believed, that was pleasing.
He retracted the 10 foot chain whip that he wore as a mock-belt with his left hand and sent it into a figure eight pattern that covered a quarter of its length, slightly in front and to his left, ready to lash out when the time came. With his right hand he retrieved two throwing daggers; he held one in the palm of his hand and the other between his pointer finger and thumb. Being in no hurry he wanted Guardian to see what he was doing.
Then with one swift motion he threw the first dagger, his hand moving from right to left, then the second dagger when his hand went back the opposite direction. The first dagger was aimed low, at his opponent's right leg, the second dagger was aimed at the same side but at the right shoulder and followed a moment behind it. In the same moment that the second dagger was thrown his left hand and wrist snapped out sending that long steel chain out back low to try and wrap around Guardians right leg at the ankle.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Since Nicoli had taken his time, Guardian was able to prepare for the assassin's attack. Once Nicoli did launch his attack, the fact that he aimed all his attacks at Guardian's right meant that Guardian would have a simpler time avoiding them. A simple 1 meter roll to the left was all that was needed to move Guardian safely out of harm's way. Guardian then rose to his feet and awaited another attack.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
It took but a snap of his wrist and rotating his arm to bring the chain back and send it into more continuous figure eight spins. An amused smile played across his sharp angled facial features, dead blue eye watching with cruel amusement. He made no rush as he grabbed another two throwing daggers, presenting them at eye level, his head cocked to the side.
This time when he threw his two daggers he threw the first swinging his arm vertically, than launched the second one underhand. Like the ones thrown a moment before these were aimed at the his opponents right side, exact same locations as before. The only difference was that this time as the second dagger was release Nicoli took a large step forward and to the right and swung the chain out.
If Guardian attempted the exact same maneuver he would find that the ten foot chain had more than enough reach to strike his ankle. What's more is that Nicoli kept attacking from the same side, eventually he would force Guardian the remaining distance into the two feet of water that wrapped around their small battle ground.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian sheathed his sword as he watched Nicoli prepare another attack. When the 1st dagger was thrown, Guardian threw his own dagger into the air, caught Nicoli's 1st dagger with his left hand, and caught the 2nd with his right hand. As the chain closed in, Guardian jumped 10 feet into the air to avoid the chain. While in the air, Guardian raised his hands over his head and threw the daggers back at Nicoli, moving his hands vertically. As he descended, Guardian drew his short sword and caught his dagger as it fell past him.</s>
<|message|>Nicoli "D'angelo" Salvatore
Nicoli watched with all of his focus as the Guardian reacted to his attacks. It was a rather impressive display of agility and hand eye coordination. Tossing up his own weapons, catching the daggers, leaping then throwing his weapons back at him. Yes, very impressive. Perhaps too complicated or Nicoli. But then again, he was like his father and was willing to dispose of his tools if it provided him an advantage.
At only about seven feet away from his opponent, the need that Guardian felt to leap incredibly high from a standing jump Nicoli would never know. But what he did know was an advantage when he saw one. He released his chain whip as it flew under Guardian, the momentum carrying it to slide over the edge of the lip and into the two feet of water around its edge.
Nicoli dove forward under the two daggers that were thrown at him, his body tucking into a roll that carried him under his opponent as well. Even as he was coming up he spun to his right and withdrew his long sword from his left hip, slashing at the back of his opponents leg while he was still in the air, the slash angled upward from left to right so that even if the Guardian managed to tuck his legs in he would only marginally delay the powerful slash that would meet the man on his descent.</s>
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<|message|>Guardian
Suddenly, the entire universe ceases to exist.
The End.</s>
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<|description|>Lady Mohowauuck (Mo), also mistaken for the goddess Gaia/Gaea
Age: Looks like a fully-matured woman, around 30.
When you were turned: unknown, all she knows of life is being a vampire.
Clothes: Often seen in traditional Mohawk garb – a poncho-like tunic called an overdress and a wraparound skirt with shorter leggings.
Hair: A dark rich brown with forest green highlights throughout it, gathered in a long, loose braid that hangs down in front of her left shoulder and breast.
Eyes: Emerald green with swirls of cerulean blue.
Weapons: none
Powers:
- Mother Earth –
Mo can commune with the spirits of the flora around her. She speaks with the plants, and feels their joy and pain. It is in her nature to protect them, to fight for them against human destruction. They see her as a mother of sorts, and bend to her will. As she fights for them, they to, will fight for her. In short, Mohowauuck can commune with and control plants, including speeding up their growth and reproduction.
- Wild Shape –
Lady Mo is just as attuned to fauna as she is to flora. Mo can take on the shape of any animal found in the Northeastern forests of North America, as these are the homelands she was born to. (Wolf, bear, fox, etc…) Mohowauuck is most commonly seen in the form of a giant arctic white wolf, making her one of the only vampires to gain the respect of and sometimes even the following of the werewolves.
- Colors of the Wind –
Mohowauuck can channel her emotions into the forces of nature, sometimes without even realizing it. Where one's sadness might be expressed in tears, Mo's despair brings the clouds and rain. When Lady Mo is angered, the raging storms and blizzards can wreak havoc and destruction upon humanity.
-Spirit Speaker –
It is a common Native American belief that all living things have a spirit and a name. Lady Mo can sense the spirits of those around her, both the living and the dead. And should they choose to speak to her, she will always listen and maybe even respond to their needs.
Bio/Personality: Being an ageless immortal, Mohowauuck has a cold aloofness towards others. The only humans she has taken company with were the original peoples of the US, as they were the only humans she ever encountered with a true respect for the earth and religious relationship with nature. She fought alongside the natives in what is now NY that's modern day tribe name shares a likeness to her own chosen name. Mohowauuck is the Algonkian word for man-eaters, as the enemy tribe often called the group of people she led in battle. As a vampire, she sired a few warriors in her fight against humanity, and their pension for partaking of their enemy's blood in battle did not go unnoticed, apparently. Lady Mohowauuck wears the name with pride, as do her chosen people, who have simplified it to the Mohawks.
Lady Mo is fierce in battle, a combination of the forces of nature, a Mohawk warrior, and a savage beast. She does see herself as a goddess of sorts, a protector of the lands. She believes that being a vampire is superior to humanity, as the vile humans need a predator to limit their existence and their potential to destroy the Earth. As a self-proclaimed Mother Earth, she needs to protect her child the only way she knows how… to take down any enemy in her path.</s>
<|message|>Katya "Scarecrow" Moreno
Katya noticed a car pull up and 4 vampires got out. were these the targets they had been assigned or were these just plain run of the mill Vampires. however there had been another person sat outside the complex for the past few days. Katya turned her radio on and contacted Central Command, she had wished she could contact the General but he was always in the war room planning large scale attacks. "Central this TF Squad 1. we have 4 vampires targeted they have another possible target with them and their carrying a coffin. Please Advise." she then turned he radio over to Squad 2 frequency. "Tucker, get your Squad Suited up and ready to move on our mark". Squad two had been set up in an appartment near this complex for 2 days now and were on standby for when they were ready to start the Attack.</s>
<|message|>Allison Radcliff
"Those vampires sure have a thing for old gloomy castles eh?" Allison joked while she was observing the area with her binoculars. Then a car caught her eye which was approaching the castle. Oh, whats that more company? Allison thought as she zoomed in. Four vampires got out and it looked like they took out a coofin and carried it along. "Now would you look at that, they either transport quite a big shot or supplies but I think it is the first one." She said to Katya who was about to contact the hq and squad 2.
Seems like it is about to start.. Someone is going to have a really bad day...</s>
<|message|>Katya "Scarecrow" Moreno
"Allison were gonna have to reposition. Targets have Relocated" Katya said shooting a look of Concern to Allison. it was unusual for there to be a coffin. usually they delivered the supplies in box trucks. Picking up her Barret M8A2 30.Cal Sniper rifle and took off towards the apartments where squad 2 were located.</s>
<|message|>Allison Radcliff
"Roger that" Allison replied as she grabbed her stuff and followed Katya to the new position. For this mission she choose her Vityaz-SN, a russian sub machinegun capable of taking on both close range and midrange targets easily while providing enough mobility. Besides that she also loaded 2 Silver Buckshots into her shotgun before the standard issue ammunition, its better to be safe than sorry.
As they were approaching the apartements Allison glimpsed at Kayta who obviously was kinda nervous. So she moved up to Katyas side as they were moving and said "Don't worry it'll be alright, just get yourself together and everything will be fine. If that thing inside the coffin is what I think it is, I will need you at your best. So stay focused ok?".</s>
<|message|>Katya "Scarecrow" Moreno
"Ok, its strange though dont ya think. they get all their supplies in box trucks and now theres a coffin" Katya said. as she entered the building she nodded to Squad 2 to signal them to move in and get ready to breach the complex across the street. after jogging up a flight of stairs and setting up the Berreta she looked down her sights. now she had a better view on what was unfolding.</s>
<|message|>Allison Radcliff
"I never said that it isn't strange. Moreover, I am afraid that whatever they transport is way more alive than we think it is." Allison mumbled along as she followed Katya inside the building. When they arrived at their position, Allison immediately got in position and grabbed her binoculars.
Let's see if I my guess was right.</s>
<|message|>Katya "Scarecrow" Moreno
"Allison. Scan for anymore targets than the four we saw leave the vehicle." Katya said adjusting the magnification on her sights. if there were no others around then they would go for the first guy carrying the coffin. that meant what ever or who ever was init was about to become very clear</s>
<|message|>Mithias Aldaric Varomere
Magnus. Mithias narrowed his eyes at him, as he often did. "Magnus you're insane." He told him, as he often did. It was practically a greeting by now. Mithias shut the car door and streched his little claws. He still couldn't believe they were working together.
Magnus merely grinned.
"I want to know everything he hasn't told us: his name, who he clams to have worked for, how he got the sunstone, everything he knows or thinks he knows about Kaminokage, and utterly his life's story since his parents first met." Mithias scanned the vicinity, even though this was supposedly a secret base. He looked very close to where Alison and Kayta were hiding for a long moment. "Lord Bedivere, would the human lose his memories if you enthralled him?"
Any human would undoubtedly be exasperated by a long trip in a box. Hopefully, that was enough to encourage Martin's sincerity.</s>
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<|message|>Lady Mohowauuck (Mo), also mistaken for the goddess Gaia/Gaea
...A few weeks prior...
The war had begun. Bullet shells were littering the ground more frequently than rain drops, and when it did rain, the streets ran red with re-hydrated blood. Attacks were happening nightly, focusing on locations and organizations of great importance to the humans. Panic had risen, and vampires were finally receiving the fear and reverence they deserved. Fear aside, the humans fought back with equal ruthlessness, holding strong to their technological advances and weaponry, as if the cold steel could keep them warm in the absence of the brothers, sisters, sons and daughters that were stolen from them.
The vampiric counsel looked to Lady Mo in these times, for advice and the wisdom of a warrior. These were truly unique times in the age of vampire, when all united under the ancient one that they once shunned as an abomination to their kind. Massive war surrounded them but, within the vampiric community, there had never been a greater time of peace and unity. As the head adviser of the war counsel, most of Lady Mo's time was eaten up by tedious politics and strategy, but she never let all of her time be stolen by it. No... she had a promise keep, a prophecy to fulfill.
At the end of every night, just before the break of dawn, she would study and meditate. Sometimes this involved ancient texts and sometimes it was simply sitting on the forest floor, quiet and alone. The visions came to her slowly and in pieces, and they didn't come every night, but they started when she first saw it - The Sun Stone. At the time, she kept her cool, not wanting to seem intrigued in front of the driveling human, Martin. But that stone was important, she knew that she needed it, it was the missing piece. After many years of failed attempts and horrible creations, Mohowauuck finally had everything she needed to become The Mother. Well, everything except for her first child…
Enter Aislinn. One early morning, before the sun rose, Mo was stirred out of her trance by a rustling in the bushes. Out fluttered a clumsy looking girl, pale and skinny and with a curtain of red hair. "I'm sorry, I was just trying to find a good spot to track the birds. I have to be out here very early to see them. You see I'm a biology student, I specialize in botany and ornithology." The girl rambled on, quick and nervous, but Mo simply put a finger to her lips and shushed her. "Hush child, I have been expecting you. You are more than just nature's student, you will be the first of many in a long line of power. Come, we haven't much time before the sun rises." Be it a natural curiosity, or vampire compulsion, but the young girl followed this strange vampire into the night.
The very next night in the forest, the ritual was set in place. Aislinn lay on a bed of stone, dressed a simple sheer white gown, bathing in the light of the full moon. She was in a sleep-like stasis, on the verge of unconsciousness as she bled out from deep gashes in each of her four limbs. Aislinn's blood drained onto the soil, forming rune-like symbols on the ground. Lady Mohowauuck stood beside Aislinn, in the center of the bloody circle as she held The Sun Stone high in the air. She spoke in an ancient tongue, like that of which she spoke as a human back when she was a shaman. Much like a 'witch' she had called upon the ancient powers of the sun, the moon, and the earth then, as she did now, for the first time since she was a vampire. After all this time, this was the closest she had ever been to her humanity.
Aislinn drew in a ragged breath and heaved out a deep sigh as her heart slowed. Lady Mo took this as a sign to continue with the ritual. She covered the sun stone with a paste made from dry earth, a few drops of werewolf saliva, and a few white hairs from her wolf own form. Once the paste was applied to the stone, Mo cut a gash deep into her own palm, letting her vampiric blood drain from the wound, over the rock, and into Aislinn's open mouth.
There were a few moments of silence when Aislinn lay completely still, looking every bit dead and, despite all of her confidence that this trial would work, Mohowauuck looked on nervously. That silence was ended by the sounds of cracking bones as Aislinn jolted back to life. She hissed, her eyes red with rage and her fangs extended. Aislinn's body began contorting wildly as she began to shift and Lady Mo stepped back, her mouth agape. In seconds a lovely cinnamon-colored werewolf stood before her, beckoned to form by the light of the full moon. All werewolves were bound to their wolf forms in the light of the full moon, but Aislinn was full of surprises. She rapidly shifted herself back into her vampire form and smiled at her sire. Lady Mo grinned wide at the girl, she had finally done it. The very first vampire-werewolf hybrid stood before her. Her child.
…Present Day…
"Oh hush now, Hale, darling. I have a surprise for you, it's inside…" Mohowauuck ducked in close to her newest werewolf ally, always cautious of people listening in. "It's something that the humans are completely unaware of, most of the vampires as well." She whispered in his ear and gave a sly smile. Lady Mo had Aislinn flown in separately from herself and the other oldbloods hours earlier, as she looked mostly human due to her werewolf heritage, and would draw little to no suspicion that way. Aislinn was given safe transport to Magnus' bunker upon arrival to the states and was set to eagerly await her mother's arrival.
The vampires and Hale entered the bunker and had the doors sealed behind them. Once the guards deemed that they were safe for the time, Aislinn meekly stepped around the corner. The motion caused her thin green dress to flutter around her ankles, her feet were bare just as Mo's always were. "Mother, you're finally here." Aislinn said, her voice was as soft and lulling as wind chimes. Lady Mo spoke not only to Hale, but to the vampires with her that were also seeing the girl for the first time. "The humans may have their technology and secret weapons. Let me introduce you to ours. This is my daughter, Aislinn, the first of her kind, a vampire-werewolf hybrid."
The girl blushed in innocent embarrassment and smiled "Oh, you can just call me Ash."</s>
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<|description|>Lady Mohowauuck (Mo), also mistaken for the goddess Gaia/Gaea
Age: Looks like a fully-matured woman, around 30.
When you were turned: unknown, all she knows of life is being a vampire.
Clothes: Often seen in traditional Mohawk garb – a poncho-like tunic called an overdress and a wraparound skirt with shorter leggings.
Hair: A dark rich brown with forest green highlights throughout it, gathered in a long, loose braid that hangs down in front of her left shoulder and breast.
Eyes: Emerald green with swirls of cerulean blue.
Weapons: none
Powers:
- Mother Earth –
Mo can commune with the spirits of the flora around her. She speaks with the plants, and feels their joy and pain. It is in her nature to protect them, to fight for them against human destruction. They see her as a mother of sorts, and bend to her will. As she fights for them, they to, will fight for her. In short, Mohowauuck can commune with and control plants, including speeding up their growth and reproduction.
- Wild Shape –
Lady Mo is just as attuned to fauna as she is to flora. Mo can take on the shape of any animal found in the Northeastern forests of North America, as these are the homelands she was born to. (Wolf, bear, fox, etc…) Mohowauuck is most commonly seen in the form of a giant arctic white wolf, making her one of the only vampires to gain the respect of and sometimes even the following of the werewolves.
- Colors of the Wind –
Mohowauuck can channel her emotions into the forces of nature, sometimes without even realizing it. Where one's sadness might be expressed in tears, Mo's despair brings the clouds and rain. When Lady Mo is angered, the raging storms and blizzards can wreak havoc and destruction upon humanity.
-Spirit Speaker –
It is a common Native American belief that all living things have a spirit and a name. Lady Mo can sense the spirits of those around her, both the living and the dead. And should they choose to speak to her, she will always listen and maybe even respond to their needs.
Bio/Personality: Being an ageless immortal, Mohowauuck has a cold aloofness towards others. The only humans she has taken company with were the original peoples of the US, as they were the only humans she ever encountered with a true respect for the earth and religious relationship with nature. She fought alongside the natives in what is now NY that's modern day tribe name shares a likeness to her own chosen name. Mohowauuck is the Algonkian word for man-eaters, as the enemy tribe often called the group of people she led in battle. As a vampire, she sired a few warriors in her fight against humanity, and their pension for partaking of their enemy's blood in battle did not go unnoticed, apparently. Lady Mohowauuck wears the name with pride, as do her chosen people, who have simplified it to the Mohawks.
Lady Mo is fierce in battle, a combination of the forces of nature, a Mohawk warrior, and a savage beast. She does see herself as a goddess of sorts, a protector of the lands. She believes that being a vampire is superior to humanity, as the vile humans need a predator to limit their existence and their potential to destroy the Earth. As a self-proclaimed Mother Earth, she needs to protect her child the only way she knows how… to take down any enemy in her path.</s>
<|message|>Mithias Aldaric Varomere
"I'm going to scout the area. I know Kilo Point very well, and I will be able to tell what we are up against. It looks like the humans have been snooping around Magnus' hideout already. Don't worry, I will avoid being discovered and shall report back long before daybreak. Fortify the base and get communications up with the east coast vampires. I don't want the humans to regain access to their nuclear weapons." Mithias set off on foot toward the SOLDIER base.</s>
<|message|>Katya "Scarecrow" Moreno
"Allison, Tell Second Squad to get ready. we got a Kill or Capture target just left the site." Katya said quickly training her sights on the Vampire. Mithias, she thought his name was. responsible to turning a Valued ally for SOLDIER into a Freak Show Vampire. Oh how the tides of War will turn if they bag him for Torture and Interrogation.</s>
<|message|>Allison Radcliff
"Got it." Allison replied and turned her radio on. "Team 2, we got a high priority target which just left the site. Capture him alive or neutralize him. Sniper Team 1 and 2 will provide cover. Over.". After she transmited the orders she waited a bit for the confirmation of team 2 and then moved back into position. "Missed anything?" she asked as she resumed her duty as a spotter.</s>
<|message|>Mithias Aldaric Varomere
Mithias made his way casually through the wilderness before arriving at the scrapheap that was now Kilo Point city. Going slow gave him time to be wary, and to think. They had survived a full month now since the war officially began, but there were still a lot of enemies to kill, a lot of necessary slaughter to be had. Kaminokage had yet to be seen. Presumably, Kami had suffered severe injuries at the hands of Magnus, and any human, bionic or otherwise would need time to heal. The psychotic Purge were much less than they had been since human infrastructure had been broken down. Hopefully, they would have no chance to create more robotic vampire hunters, but their secret labs had not yet been discovered.
Various roads in the city were warded with armed humans and fires. Of course people still lived here, and they had to band together for support just as the vampires did. The lights in KP Soldier base were on, but of course it was a military base, not a shelter. There was no way it could function if it served as a refugee camp for the entire city. Mithias recalled visions of the past, sights from within the base, a summer sunset long ago. He remembered the white tanks rolling up Main street pouring fire out their muzzles. He would see those days come to an end forever.
Mithias lept high and climbed up the back of an old apartment building. From the top he could look around much more effectively, as the darkness hid nothing from his vampire sight. He walked to the ledge, not half as cautiously as he would have had he been back in his Soldier days, hunting his own kind like a fool. Alone, he let his eyes unfocus for a moment and drift down to the streetcorner below. It was wide and round, like the one he had last played on. Had he forgotten the violin? Had he forgotten than humans made that, could feel emotion, and had he forgotten the mercy of the blonde hunter who had spared his life in Alaska? ...the pact he had made with his father, and where was the lying devil now?! He had escaped him, like always, and had certainly not invited 'the boy.' It was obvious why. Mithias was dead to him, just as he had said, and always had been since his creation. "When you look upon me, all you can see are my ashes." Mithias repeated, settling into cold acceptance of eternity abandoned.
A plane took off from within KP base. So, Soldier still had air power did they?</s>
<|message|>Hale Wittenberg
Now that he had calmed down Hale was intrigued by this 'surprise for him'. Did she bring something back? Did she have some kind of plan?
He was surprised to see a young girl introduced.
"Mother, you're finally here."
'surprise for him.'
'mother'
"a vampire-werewolf hybrid."
'for him.'
A deep sense of horror overcame Hale as it dawned on him what might be going on.
Was she... How? When? He didn't remember a thing. Vampire magic!
He couldn't imagine how, but it was possible. Wasn't she a shape shifter? Could she appear human?
A few possible candidates from a fitting time ago popped up. How old would she be?
"I-Uh.. Hello Ash." Carefully he shook her hand. "How is that possible? I thought vampires and werewolves couldn't eh.. "</s>
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<|message|>Lady Mohowauuck (Mo), also mistaken for the goddess Gaia/Gaea
Lady Mo chuckled at Hale's obvious befuddlement. "Well, vampires and werewolves can certainly try to procreate." she said with a a hint of a wink in her eyes. "The prophecy has been fulfilled, I have become The Great Mother, the founder of a new race - A new era. She is my daughter in that I created her, she did not spring forth from my loins, as is traditional. My body is dead, but hers is something different, eternally alive and able to reproduce. But there is more: she can create more like her with a simple bite, we've experimented a bit. Humans will turn, as will werewolves, but vampires..." her words halted in a brief silence. "They don't turn, exactly." Mohowauuck could continue to gush on, as any proud mother would, but Aislinn spoke up.
"Come now Mother, you speak too highly of me, I am too young to be anything great." she blushed deeper when she realized how much this man was staring at her and she began to intently study the ground.
"Okay, okay, just one last quite important thing. She can walk in the sunlight, all the hybrids can. I said this was a surprise for you, because the wolves you brought with you shall be granted the gift of her blood. All of my wolves will. Today, we build an army."</s>
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<|description|>Martin Salts
Age: 22
Gender: M
Vampire(Yes or No): No
When You Were Turned(N/A if not a vamp): -
Clothes: cargo jeans, a bright purple shirt with a disturbingly weird drawing of an elephant on it, a heavily damaged white jacket of fake leather, a white long wool pointed hat with a large copper bell hanging from it, professional mountain climbing boots heavily modified to have hard plastic protection, climbing spikes and heelys.
Weapons:(One main, Two support, One hidden, Max) An ultraviolet flash light with strobe function and fresh batteries, a canister of bear repellent pepper-spray (3 uses before depleted), a battered riot shield with a signature on it that is nearly impossible to read.
Hair: light blond dreads, most of it concealed by the hat, one sticking out on each side of his face.
Eyes: dull grey
Personality(Optional): Overall perky and confident, loves a good joke, compulsively investigates and analyses anything new to him, ambitious (and not aware of it), fairly intelligent (but not nearly as intelligent as he thinks he is)
aside from that he owns an old 2nd hand car. It's completely filled with camping equipment, spare clothing, tools for things like repairing the car or breaking and entering, 2 spare batteries and 2 spare canisters of gas, a microwave, a laptop filled with videogames, a box of jewelry (questionable orgin), a digitally locked suitcase and 300$.
Lastly in his pocket a large smartphone, with a slender wire wrapped around his arm and shoulder, trailing up to the microphone in his right ear.
themesong</s>
<|message|>Fergus O'Brian
HANK
Hank was a bit shocked, by a few things actually. One, Mithias actually seemed too care about Hank. Maybe what he was saying was actually true, though he called Hank child again. He even offered to help kill the vampire that murdered his family. Even said he would stop pestering him about joining the vampire army. "Thank you... But stop referencing me as your son, I had a dad. You ain't my dad. I would be open for any other term other then Father."
Mithias asked about the nuclear codes. This... confused Hank a bit. "Fergus O'Brian, mentioned something about the vampire cause before I snagged the codes from him. Not sure how far he got but he seemed to have an idea of what he was doing." Hank stopped. "He's the one that killed my family. But we're even now, he knows the pain he put me through. The only thing I am worried about is if he already made a copy of the codes." Hank held the launch key in his hand. "O'Brian is crazy, that's an easy one too spot. Though what he didn't seem to get at first is launching a Nuke at humans isn't going to stop them, one nuke will just piss them off." Hank stopped again. "He's smart though, if one nuke hits another country, that country will respond with Nukes as well. Then the country hit with the second will respond with a nukes." Hank trailed off. "I get you are at war with the Humans, but I hope you get that a nuclear war could kill all of us. O'Brian I think just thinks it will wipe out Humans, Maybe he's right. But I don't know what Nuclear radiation does too a vampire." Hank put away the codes and slowly grabbed a lighter. "What I do know is vampires burn easier then Humans. A lot easier. Would have killed the fucker when he woke up, he woke p pretty fast though. Got away well I was finishing some things."
Hank walked over to Mithias. "I hold some respect for you, you're a lot more... Human, then many vampires I have talked with. You give a shit about things. What sucks is you're more human then some humans I have met." Sat down and grabbed his beer again. "I get you guys are at war, but there is a difference between war and extinction. Truth be told I do think something needs to be done, maybe war is the answer, maybe not. What I do know is that no matter what side wins last thing I want too see is one side getting wiped out. I may have a personal issue with most your kind, but I have met some... reasonable vampires over the years. Some I even trust. Some just were at the wrong place at the wrong time." Hank took a sip of the beer. "Some things I can't forgive, I think we can both get that. But I get where you are coming from in this war. One thing I wont forgive you for is the fact that drinking anything is like drinking water now, I will never forgive you for that asshole." He drank the beer again. "But something does need too be done, Especially about O'Brian."
Fergus O'Brian
Fergus lay in a ditch, like he had hundreds of years ago when he first turned. The same dead feeling he had felt all that time ago, his body was weak, his spirit crushed. The Hunter had found him? How the hell does a Human that has gone off the grid do that?! No... not Human, the force Fergus felt when his body went weak was not Human, it felt like a truck. Or two. Was he turned in the last few years?
Fergus remembers the day he and Hank met, It was a massacre in the airport, Hank and the rest of the men in his unit were sent in to kill Fergus and a few other vampires in the area. The unsuspecting Marines were ripped to shreds, sometimes getting shots on a vampire, but rarely hitting a useful target. Then Fergus went for a man with a strong build, one of the only ones still focused. As Fergus lunged at him, he felt great, he had killed Three of them already. But this one reacted faster, the M16 in his hands quickly face Fergus, the three round burst nailing him in the shoulder, grazed his neck, and took a chunk of his eye out. The Marine then fired again. Fergus ran, not before spotting the name tag on the uniform. Took only two days too track the man down, He wasn't home but everyone he cared about was. He was going too make the Human who humiliated him pay.
Now Fergus lays in the ditch, watching that same Marine kill his mother in front of him, severing her piece by piece. Fergus was too weak too fight back in his current state. All he could do was watch, and think about how he was going to kill this... Fergus actually had no idea what the Marine was now.
Fergus walked into his old home, His mother lay in pieces int he kitchen still. "I'll make the man who did this too you pay mum." Fergus walked into his basement and had to scavenge for anything that still worked. The former soldier had destroyed a lot, might as well have set the place on fire. But he had a back up plan in case something like this happened.
Too several hours but Fergus had set his equipment, his computer was still usable, which meant he still had the codes, and no one was left to change them before he finished what he was doing. He had a long range transmitter set up, it could reach hundreds of miles if power was held, there was a short range transmitter hooked up too it as well, this one could only reach a few hundred yards though. It was part of a two piece set, one giving the transmission codes to the Silo, and the other plugged into Fergus's head. What ever had been done too the soldier, Fergus knew he couldn't fight him directly. So he set the transmitter to stop sending the hold signal if his brain waves stopped. In basic words, insurance. If he died, the hold signal would stop, and the nuke would launch to it's destined coordinates. "You want too fuck with me? I CAN FUCK A LOT HARDER MATE!" Fergus was ready, he was ready too end the human race, and everyone that got in the way.</s>
<|message|>Mithias Aldaric Varomere
Mithias took his chair again after Hank did and listened. A smirk crossed his lips at Hank's jest about the taste of beer, but his frown resumed as he returned to seriousness. "Hmm. It does not surprise me that we have such a rogue vampire among our ranks. Never before have vampires attempted to work together as a collective, to my knowledge, and our leadership has been tenuous at best. This Fergus sounds like the kind of vampire that Magnus would employ." Mithias spoke the last words with audible disapproval. He sighed, doubts beginning to overwhelm his optimism. "My father saw this coming. He warned Magnus and the rest that we were doomed to failure, but of course no one would listen.... Ah, I need to speak with Bedivere."
Mithias furrowed his brow as he thought. "A nuclear holocaust is also not in our interests. Hank, you will have to get those codes back into human hands. Take them to Soldier. Show the humans that their security has been compromised, and they will invalidate the codes before Fergus can use them. So you must go immediately, and you must go alone. Soldier thinks I am an enemy, and they would likely execute me if I came with you, but they should still trust you. I need to find Bedivere and see how Hale is doing, and I will certainly speak to Magnus about Fergus O'Brian. We will find each other later. Hopefully we are not too late."
Getting up from his chair, Mithias headed for the door to begin his plan. He stopped before leaving to speak once more. "You can call me whatever you like Hank: sire, maker, savior... asshole, but nothing will get my attention faster than my name. My name is a bell in my heart. The sound of it could wake me from a coma."</s>
<|message|>Hank Miller.
So despite the fact that they were on different sides of a war, the two seemed to have a mutual understanding. Hank respected Mithias for that. "Hopefully next time we meet war is not on our to do list." Hank grabbed his bag and started to head out. "Now we go our separate ways, On the bright side, the worst case senario is we all die getting burned by nuclear radiation." Hank did a joke smile. "Glad we finally talked Mithias." Hank turned and left for his storage room, He knew under normal circumstances he could take Fergus, but now the maniac was holding the planet at gunpoint.
Hank walked to an old boxtruck outside, it had been acting as a replacement for his RV since... it burned to a crisp. The truck was in poor condition so traveling wasn't an option unless it was somewhere close. But it gave him something. He entered and looked at his gear, he had a lot of options to pick from to kill Fergus. Shotguns, Magnums, Machine-guns, High powered rifles, Machetes, Knives, Explosives, and much more. Hank knew which silo was under O'Brians control, he only had one problem. He had no idea what SOLDIER units were still left alive. He figured his best chance was to go to the Silo and hope that the lack of communication would be enough for someone to show there faces.
Hank had no idea what to expect, he knew he had to face O'Brian, and he had too find a way to stop a nuclear missile from launching. He also had no idea of knowing if Fergus was working alone. Working with SOLDIER well he did he was able to stockpile some gear. He could carry anything he needed, and if Fergus was smart, he wouldn't take on Hank alone. Or he'd have some back up plan. Other then the nuke hopefully, if the nuke was the back up plan Hank would just have to kill Fergus and figure it out from there.
Hank grabbed Two .45 colts, with silver point Hollow tips, His machete, The retractable hatchet, A sawed off pump action, A small homemade flame thrower, and a bag full of explosives. Many home made, but their were some that SOLDIER wouldn't miss. He grabbed his old armor, it had taken a beating since he was turned, but it still gave him an edge, the thing could withstand some good sized bullets, and any blade that tried to slash it would get stuck relatively easily. Giving him the chance for the kill.
He was about to leave when he looked around one last time, he walked to a shelf in the back of the truck and grabbed a photo album. He opened it up and grabbed a photo, on the photo was a woman, and her two kids. This was the photo his family had taken for him when he was deployed his last time. He put it in his vest pocket, It was his motivation now to end what was started all those years ago.</s>
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<|message|>Martin Salts
After a long and tense silence Ashlynn spoke.
"I think I do want your help, so I guess I will take you as my child. If that is what you want, there is no going back."
Martin nodded. "Then I want to do one small thing first." Ash looked surprised and slightly worried. "What is it?"
What could it possibly be that this strange man wanted now?
Martin stood up and walked to the hall. He silently strolled to the reception and took the old corded phone to his ear.
Ash followed him and wanted to ask questions but Martin interrupted her with a finger to his lips.
He dialled a number and waited for a response on the line. He whispered.
"Agent 2327... Extra Dimensional Fish. Connect me please."
Another long silence during which Aslynn wracked her brain trying to figure out. Who was this person?
"This is Martin with my last report. Contagion is still in possession of the group of elder vampires, possibly in possession of either Varomere or Bedivere, though they have no intent to use it... yet. Further investigation is required. The tablet is used as predicted. Results are nothing of note. No further investigation is required. There was an attack on the vampire compound in Kilo Point, unknown assailant, I suspect SOLDIER. Results unknown, worth investigating as Varomere and a few others are involved. I have a... gut feeling they may have launch key. Lastly I have to make a report of the death of an agent. Agent 2327 will be terminated. No further investigation is required... It was a pleasure working with you."
Solemnly he put the horn down and looked at Ashlynn who had been listening intently.
"I'm ready."</s>
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<|description|>Hale Wittenberg
Alias: Autumn
Age: ?
When you were turned:
Clothes: Stylish Casual, he assumes. He knows fuck all about clothing but since he goes trough them quite quickly he needs to buy a lot.
But he does have more money than he knows what to do with so he just gave a credit card to family members who do care. He usually wears black cloth with a dark red felt long jacket.
For defenses he relies on his natural reflexes and tough skin.
Hair: red, trimmed short
Eyes: pale yellow and marked with insomnia.
Weapons: Sledgehammer with reinforced fitting and added grip, virtually indestructible, but kinda heavy.
Rapid fire's large grenades up to mid-range. Grenades explode and drop a child grenade. It is not subtle.
Powers:
- A voice like poisoned cotton candy. This turns from 'comforting lullaby' to 'unsettling dirge' when he turns.
- Aura of Ruin: Ever since he became on with the beast all started Hale noticed things have started breaking down faster.
Equipment malfunctions often, food rots faster, clothing wears faster. The more delicate parts an object has, the sooner it breaks.
Due to this he quite often has to buy new equipment and even though he knows a bit about handling firearms, he rarely does, and if he does he'll only use simple and sturdy designs, to minimize malfunctions. (Like the grenade launcher)
- Immunity to ruin and decay, both from the aura and natural sources. The smoking isn't damaging his lungs, and he is barely aging. This only affects himself though, his stuff is still affected.
- Creature's with psionic abilities can suppress the Aura of Ruin, protecting themselves and their nearby surroundings from it's effects. Powerful psions can do this without concentrating (even asleep).
Personality:
- He puts up a front of arrogance and pride. He isn't nearly so sure about himself as he lets on.
- He is very protective of his family, however, that is, the people he considers family. If he has any bonds of blood he doesn't seem to know or care.
- General distrust of transportation, especially flight.
- Addictive personality, currently addicted to cigarettes, video games, energy drinks, vampire blood. The vampire blood is a rare treat, he says he's off the stuff but he wouldn't be able to resist if offered.
Hale refuses to talk about his past, or even drop a hint towards his age.
The trained ear might pick up he's immigrated from central Europe at some point.
He treats others as they treat him, repaying kindness or cruelty tenfold.
His addictive personality and need for comfort in the shape of artificial sweeteners and an internet connection has him ill-adjusted to the wilds.
So instead of a wolf pack he often hangs around Magnus and his following, referring to these vampires as his "family".
Themesong</s>
<|message|>Martin Salts
"Nearly." Hale comfortably fell down on a sofa while Magnus gracefully took a seat.
"He's on a vision quest or something."
"We have the information we want. I left him stuck in his own mind. I gave him a cocktail of drugs that'll.. change a man.
If he survives he'll might be more talkative or useful. Or he'll be completely broken insane. That'll also be entertaining."
It was visible in Magnus's eyes how much he delighted in the idea of placing someone on the edge of oblivion and standing back to watch which side they fall. An exquisite satisfaction that eclipses that of simply throwing one over the ledge.
"Now my suggestions based on our little chat. We should draw Purge out, trick them into trying to ally with SOLDIER again.
Then we lure them into all out open warfare. When they throw all their money on one bet. That's when we introduce Kami's weakness and crush him outright. Visible for all to see. Then us oldbloods emerge hidden from the ranks to swiftly deal with any hero who tries to rally them.
When no one dares be the hero anymore morale will be crushed. We should make sure we have a shot to not only publically execute our direct threats, we'll also capture those too frightened to resist."
"Cute, but bagging Kami. How?"
"The thing Martin noticed, the obvious weakness in his armor, as high tech and complex as it is. His weakness is his armor, he's dependant on it. And you know what happens when you get near cool newfangled toys like that?"
Hale grinned wide and spoke with joyous sarcasm.
"Oh but that's not fair at all."
Meanwhile in stranger places.
Martin struggled forward past the hills, each higher than the last.
Each vally wider. Up and down.
Martin didn't stop, rather than tired he was hazy. He felt like the world would crumble away under his feet if he stopped walking.
In the distance he saw a monolith standing tall. Upon aproaching it he discovered it to be his own phone, imposing it stood in the tall crimson grass. The class screen showed an obsidian reflection of Martin. It grinned a vile smile at him, revlealing an empty stare and small sharp teeth. In reflexive rage Martin lashed out at the screen, as did his reflection. Where their hands met the glass shattered. Falling glass left only a hollow metal ring in the shape of the phone's outer casing. Through it a portal leading to a table standing in a clearing in the woods. Automatically Martin stepped trough.
A dark forest made of ivory trees brandishing crimson leaves above red undergrowth.
In the middle of the clearing, around the large table a group of figures were seated.
Cloacked in a haze of dreams each absorbed with some elaborate tea ritual. All of them seen by the eye were their pale hands.
The one seated at the head of the table stood up and took his hood of his head.
Bright white dreadlocks and equally pale eyes stared at Martin.
Martin's mirror immage gestured at the empty seat on the other side of the table while pouring blood from a teapot in a small cup.
"̢̀͡ Welcome Martin. So glad you could finally make it. Please sit down, we have so much to discuss. "̸̶̴͠</s>
<|message|>Mithias Aldaric Varomere
Mithias raised an eyebrow in a Spock-like fashion. "'Former SOLDIER operative?' Are they teaching all the new recruits to recognize me now?" It wasn't a suprise that SOLDIER had been searching for Mithias, but that they might consider taking him alive was. He had always been under their control, and perhaps they gave him some credit, anticipating him as a friendly and offering him the chance to surrender. Mithias remained skeptical. "And what else have they told you about me? That I defected to the enemy and stole the Void-sword? You must forgive me, but your offer of surrender is only an offer of torture and execution. I can no longer trust SOLDIER, and you can no longer trust me.
I will tell you this, however. The vampires will attack Kilo Point in the next 24 hours. Magnus will be among them, although he is not their general this time. You will be overrun, and you will lose. My advice, is to surrender. Abandon your post. Tell them all to walk out with their hands up or drop to their knees. That is your best chance of survival. This not my war, human. I too am merely trying to survive. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to see how good your friend is against a moving target." Mithias then raised his handgun and took a few shots at Allison, mostly as coverfire, while he began running toward the edge of the rooftop to jump. His knee had healed.</s>
<|message|>Katya "Scarecrow" Moreno
As soon as Mithias took off Katya had her sights almost immediately on him. Her plan, so to speak was to aim for where he would be rather than at him. well that plus bullet drop and wind but Katya was a near perfect marksman so she could already see this unfold in here mind. She would take the shot, placing the round in the small of his back neutralizing him to a point where he cant move his legs until the bullet is removed. then Allison would pick him up, SOLDIER would interrogate him, then Depending on the info they find out they make him leave the country. She pulled the Trigger and the bullet left the Rifle.</s>
<|message|>Allison Radcliff
As Mithias raised his weapon and started to shoot, Allison instinctively leaped aside. So he healed up already, that was faster than expected! Meanwhile Mithias was making a run for the edge of the rooftop to jump. Swiftly she took aim at the running Vampire.
"Oh no you don't!"
Having her sub-machinegun in full auto mode, Allison started firing at Mithias.</s>
<|message|>Lady Mohowauuck (Mo), also mistaken for the goddess Gaia/Gaea
Mohowauuck listened as Magnus spoke, but her eyes were distant. She appeared to be cold and aloof, as always, but she was just in deep thought. He spoke with great joy about torturing the human prisoner, but Mo cared not for that, just for the information he could provide. "Its a good enough idea, but it may be tough to execute. The purge may be irrational extremists, but that shant be confused with a lack of intelligence, they might be wary of a potential trap in allying with Soldier. I agree that Kami needs to be taken out of play, as of know, he is a symbol of hope for humanity. We must take away their hope, they don't deserve such a feeling."
Aislinn listened in silence as her sire spoke and braided her hair. The harshness of Mo's words nearly made her flinch. It wasn't that Ash didn't understand humanity's wrongdoings, she did... but this old world way of thinking - this violence - was knew to her, and she wasn't sure that she liked it. Lady Mo had such high hopes for her, her progeny looked up to her, but just a few weeks ago she was a fragile human... Ash was forever grateful for the gifts that Mohowauuck bestowed upon her, but a person could only take so much pressure before they shattered...
"Oh, but that's not fair at all," said Hale. Mohowauuck chuckled "Fair? Life is not "fair", what is normal for the spider, is chaos for the fly. Life is built upon conflict; there is predator, and there is prey, both must accept their roles and live by them." Her voice was cool and calm as she spoke words of wisdom to the young wolf "You are a predator by birth, destruction is your gift and duty, use it wisely."</s>
<|message|>Mithias Aldaric Varomere
As the vampire ran for the ledge, he heard a gun go off somewhere behind him in the distance, Allison also fired, and much to his dismay, yet not entirely unexpected, he was hit multiple times.
Mithias slammed on his side onto the top of a lower building beside the apartment complex and then rolled off the slanted roof to fall down a second time to the dark alley below. Already, attention had been drawn to his location within the city. The pain was real, but it would take more than a few bullets to kill him. Fortunately, his armor had lessened the damage. Mithias lifted his head off the ground and looked up to see a bearded poor man with a bottle staring shocked at him from a nest in a pile of garbage. The man was scared shitless when a large body had suddenly fallen out of the sky into the ally right next to him. The homeless human froze.
Mithias groaned and stirred. He looked up at the poor man and spit out a little blood. He had to get up and hurry. Struggling, he could stand up and walk, but he was bleeding, painful, muscles torn, and a lung punctured. Breathing wasn't all that critical in the short term, but Mithias didn't want to stick around. He staggered down the dark allyway and turned down a sidestreet, trying to get back into the forest. Thirst rose up to grip him, empowering him, but it was not safe to try to feed here.
In the past, Mithias had been a tactical hunter of individual targets. He carefully studied his prey and setup his strikes. Had he just been lucky? Had he been secretly aided by his sire all this time? "...go die in a forest fire for all I care." He shook his head as the painful memory of his fathers words resurfaced. Damn his father. He hadn't meant anything he said in Oklahoma about about giving him a chance, instead abandoning him yet again, vanishing off alone in a world of humans he could manipulate to his will. What a luxury. And did he invite his son who had so wanted to remain by his side? Oh certainly not.
But all purpose was not lost. The small cross weighed heavy against the vampire's chest as he walked forward, slowly picking up his pace as he began to recover. The image of soft white hair and warm red eyes lingered in his mind. He would make it back to Bedivere.</s>
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<|message|>Hale Wittenberg
Completely unfased by the harshness of the vampires Hale laughed heartilly with Mo.
"Yeah! And when we find the little fly we'll crack open his little shell for all to see."
He laughed even harder when Mo told him to use his power wisely.
"Ahah oh wow. Never have I met someone who could look me dead in the eyes and tell me to be wise. You know what? For you, I'll be damned if I don't try my best."
Upon noticing Aislinn's reaction to their cruel words, Hale restrained himself a little and tried to be less threatening.
He spoke to her in a softer tone.
"Hey Ash. If it's too much or too boring listening to battle tactics. You're free to look around the base, if anyone gives you trouble just send them here, they won't dare to anyways."
Magnus nodded sternly as he struggled to decently light a cigar.
"Feel free to play with the human we locked up, the key is on the counter."
Hale looked at Magnus like he was smoking a salmon.
"I don't think that's what she has in mind as far as entertainment goes...
Just look around if anything entertains you, I have a computer if you like.
Ask for my room, the account names for my computer, steam and origin accounts are all autumn.
The password is written on the side of the empty carton of cigarettes that's holding my table leveled."</s>
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<|description|>Nadica Bludkros
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 7"
Appearance:
Attached
Bio: A compulsive risk taker, Nadica Bludkros is someone who rushes towards danger and rarely turns down a challenge. While she generally likes to try things at least once, and is usually receptive, Nadica has the habit of being extremely sarcastic when disagreeing about something, and hates grocery stores. She has an intense interest in classic muscle cars, despite having never had the chance to drive one, and rarely seeing them in person. Her left eye is compulsively shrouded or closed, though she won't say why. Her hair, which often covers said eye, is frequently dyed, and just came off of being bright blue, because she felt like mocking the "popular girl" in school. While she would like to have her hair longer, she feels she can't grow it out because it gets too "thin".
Much to the dismay of her parents, Nadica will get involved in almost any social activity, regardless of how dangerous or looked down upon it may be. She even went so far as to attempt to book a sky-diving trip a few years back, but her parents would not allow it, and are still trying to get the deposit back. Often seen around corners late at night, she has gained a reputation as a delinquent, and a girl with whom it is easy to "score", although that remains to be seen, as she has the strict policy of not telling. Despite wearing revealing clothes on occasion, she only wears one-piece bathing suits, saying "Let them guess".
Despite her penchant for risk behaviors and extreme sports, and the ability to hold her own in a fight against someone taller and more muscular than herself she actually has a medical condition which causes coughing. In contrast to her rough exterior, she enjoys having friends, being social, and all around having a good time, even going as far as cooking for someone to make them feel better. She never publicly states she made it, however, as she doesn't want people to know she's a decent cook.
Nadica has also had a fascination with trains since she was young, and despite being embarrassed when her parents mention it, she still wears a conductor's hat, and likes to put old-style pipe matches, pretzels, and other such items in her mouth as though she's smoking, but often feels the need to punch someone when around smoke.
Despite living in a home with an adequate yard, Nadica has never had any kind of pet, not even a carnival goldfish.
-Stats:
Morale: *****
Athleticism: ***
Spirit: ****
Knowledge: ***
Psychology: *****[Penalty -2]
Inventory: BITS: 0000(Currency)
Small Backpack [Automotive Magazine, Thermally insulated food container, Hair-kit, Water Bottle, Replacement clothes. Bathing Suit], Purse [Small snacks, Pipe Match, Pocky Box, Eye Solution, Medical Adhesive Bandages [15], Small Makeup Kit,] Metaloid Ring Glove(s) [Baby Technique, Bonus: Power, Element: Metal,]
Name:
Species: Pabumon
Gender: ???
Level: Baby- 1
Appearance:
Height: .5m
Personality: A timid Digimon who spent their time exploring the forest they called home, Pabumon is aware of many things. One of the most prominent of these, however, is the power of other Digimon, and their own lack of power. This Digimon is rather curious, but oft fears the repercussions of said curiosity. Pabumon enjoys a life of autonomy, passing around trees and eating from flowers.
Family: Jungle Trooper
Attribute: Data
EXP: (0/0)
Techniques:
-Sticky Bubble, Baby Technique, Element: None, Effect: Distraction
Features:
- Adept Evader- Pabumon, being nearly vaporous, simply allows its effervescent form mildly disintegrate and coalesce elsewhere.
Stats:
---Hit-Points: (1/1)
---Energy: (4/4)
----------Power: 3
----------Endurance: 5
----------Force: 4
----------Fortitude: 5
----------Dexterity: 6
----------Agility: 3
----------Vitality: 3
----------Wisdom: 3
----------Cunning: 4
----------Generation: (0/10)
----Weight: 5g
Equipment:</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
___Shafts of dusty light stream through high vaulted windows as a shattering thud rang out. A shadowed figure with glowing red eyes reached out its jagged claws, gripping the sides of an iron container. It snarled, fighting some unseen force which grabbed at its ragged edges and seemed intent on drawing the being within.
___Amidst that same dusty room, a short haggard figure breathed heavily. Dressed in a simple brown rag and orange gloves, the small, hairy headed figure gripped a short staff ornamented with a large round cat's paw, pointing it towards the looming shadow. With a great step of its large, hairy feet, the short figure took a surprisingly great leap, swinging the staff in a mighty arc, crashing it into the shadow, knocking it into the iron container, shutting with a crash. A bright, twisting flash shot forth as the shadow was locked away, and drove itself into the old one, knocking him to the ground with a crash.
___Knowing the time was dire, the white haired figure released from its hand six shining lights. Slowly, the lights drifted through the high vaulted windows, floating up, higher and higher into the sky, until they broke into small white rings in the sky, seeking help from the Real World.</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
It was a bright and sunny afternoon and the sun beamed down on the city reflecting off of every piece of metal and leaving a glare on each window casting light in all directions, despite it all the light could not touch most of the alleyways and more seedier parts of town as if these places were meant to be left alone as the young women currently being the victim of armed robbery was just figuring out. It was just the three of them the baggy eyed robber gripping a chefs knife with shaky hands, the somewhat plump, crying woman desperately holding on to her handbag. The other man who remained out of sight for the time being was Remus, watching with bright blue steely eyes taking in as much detail on the two as he could, trying to figure out who had the most money on them and judging by the large red stains along the knife the robber was his best bet for a decent haul.
Just as the mugger brought his arm back to stab the woman Remus caught the mans wrist with the hook end of his cane and spoke to the mugger in mocking manner, with a heavy Germanic accent "Dont you know not to play with knives?" The man snarled at Remus "Back off man! I found her first!" "Now why does everyone assume that just because I'm German-" Remus twisted his cane roughly and a sickening crack reverberated off the walls followed by the mans howls of agony "I'm a bag guy hmm?" The man fell to his knees and Remus put a shiny black boot on the back of the mans head, brushing his Dirty blonde, shoulder length hair out of his eyes he extended his knee causing the robber's face to hit the brick wall hard, leaving him dazed on the ground. Remus smirked and quickly relieved the man of his rather large wallet "To the victors go the spoils!"
He opened it up but instead of a large wad of cash he was almost blinded by shiny metal object, as he withdrew it Remus felt himself slowly falling to the ground, the robber must have threw a punch at him when he was not looking, but that wouldn't explain why Remus was able to rationalize something like that happening since he should be unconscious from such a blow, it was then that the light began to clear and Remus found himself lying on his back gazing up at treetops and a clear sky instead of the skyscrapers and industry choked one he was use to seeing.</s>
<|message|>Jason
I finally finished. Only moments before the bell rang, which told all of us that it was time to stop working, I finished my final. This was even the last class of the day, too. I wasn't sure if my rushed effort would get me an A, but it probably wasn't going to fail me. I practically flew out of class, and nearly ran over one of my friends, Greg. "Hey, Alan!" He shouts at me, later shouting "Slow down and let me talk!" I slow down after I run out of energy, which honestly was too soon after I started running to be considered anything more than 'embarrassing'. "Okay, good, now that I can talk, I gotta tell you. I finally finished this great new game. It's called 'Chrono Trigger', and it's on that handheld... er... what was it's name, again?" I manage to not facepalm, considering Greg thought of himself as a gamer, and he made a mistake someone like me, who hasn't played a game in years wouldn't have. "Greg... that game's been out for years. What you played was some sort of remake or remastering, or something. My cousin used to play that game, and tell me all about it when he used to come over. It's not new," Greg laughs, and says "Well... I mean, obviously I was joking, right?" Whatever joke he was trying to make, it wasn't a good one, making it even harder to fake a laugh as I continued to head towards my ride home.
The ride home seemed to take forever considering the fact that finals were out of the way, and I essentially had all the time in the world to do whatever I wanted... at least for three months or so, and once I got there, I bolted straight for the door, ignoring an odd package that was apparently addressed to me, and sitting in front of the door. My parents weren't home at the time, so I didn't even have to talk to anyone before entering my room. Ah, my room, the place was a complete mess with my bed that I haven't made in months, as well as the random balled-up and tossed around drawings of dragons that I felt weren't even good enough to keep for one reason or another, and even the cans of soda, one of which was open, the other of which was probably warm and flat by now, which sat next to the chips on my computer desk, which also functioned as an easel if I don't have room to set up the actual easel I had. Considering the random things strewn on the floor, which have been there for who-knows-how-long, I haven't gotten to use it as an actual computer desk for a while, and actually had an unfinished drawing already on it. I didn't finish the shading or the coloring yet, and I didn't put a lot of detail into the mountain in the background, either. I was eager to start, and since nobody else was home, I did just that, making sure to use just the right pencils so I get the right color of grey for the shading, as for detail, I placed a few more trees on the mountain, as well as one that looked as though it was destroyed by the dragon in the foreground. I was in the middle of shading said tree when a very loud and annoying beep, which indicated that I, for some reason or another, have received an E-mail from someone... odd, since my friends didn't usually bother due to the fact that I almost never check my E-mail, despite my computer reminding me every time I got one.</s>
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<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
Pale feet hit the wooden floor with a soft slap as the dull light of morning barely bled through the curtains. After a few moments of shuffling, a slender figure emerges, swaying slightly as she walks, sneaking past the doorframe. Not caring whether or not anyone else was home, she shifted through her home, perpetuating the shifting sway of her movements.
A few moments later, and she was outside. The walk into the more densely populated areas of town towards her school was one she knew well, but that didn't make it any less boring. As she often did, she began looking for ways to make it more exciting. As her gaze grew distant, she began wondering if she could manage to walk along the edge of a fence for as far as she could.
A few moments later, and she was standing, somewhat unsteadily, on the edges of the the fence boards. She continued on this way for quite some time, her ankles occasionally shifting, only to be righted with the next step. However, as she was nearly to her destination, she began to feel faint. Trying to get herself off the fence, she found herself leaning forward, never seeing where she landed as everything went black.
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___Moments passed, and the lights faded from the sky. An erie silence was all that was left of the glimmers of hope that had passed. Small creatures who had seen these lights, now lowered their heads, feeling their hope sink into despair.
___However, miles away, several youths now appeared- most huddled against themselves as though having fallen. The forest around them was silent, and tall, straight trees stood all about. However, something was not quite right- the ends of the branches, if they could be seen, seemed to end in bare, exposed coils of copper, and plastic rings seemed affixed to the bases of the trees. On the other side of the stream, laying in ruin with a layer of moss covering it, was a large glass tube of some sort, capped with a bulging dome. The end opposite the dome had a black cylindrical object wedged within, from which two equally separated pin like projections stuck.
___Despite the silence of this scene, the humans were not alone. Amongst the brush surrounding the small clearing in which they had landed, several small creatures now stood, looking on with mixed expression.</s>
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<|description|>Nadica Bludkros
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 7"
Appearance:
Attached
Bio: A compulsive risk taker, Nadica Bludkros is someone who rushes towards danger and rarely turns down a challenge. While she generally likes to try things at least once, and is usually receptive, Nadica has the habit of being extremely sarcastic when disagreeing about something, and hates grocery stores. She has an intense interest in classic muscle cars, despite having never had the chance to drive one, and rarely seeing them in person. Her left eye is compulsively shrouded or closed, though she won't say why. Her hair, which often covers said eye, is frequently dyed, and just came off of being bright blue, because she felt like mocking the "popular girl" in school. While she would like to have her hair longer, she feels she can't grow it out because it gets too "thin".
Much to the dismay of her parents, Nadica will get involved in almost any social activity, regardless of how dangerous or looked down upon it may be. She even went so far as to attempt to book a sky-diving trip a few years back, but her parents would not allow it, and are still trying to get the deposit back. Often seen around corners late at night, she has gained a reputation as a delinquent, and a girl with whom it is easy to "score", although that remains to be seen, as she has the strict policy of not telling. Despite wearing revealing clothes on occasion, she only wears one-piece bathing suits, saying "Let them guess".
Despite her penchant for risk behaviors and extreme sports, and the ability to hold her own in a fight against someone taller and more muscular than herself she actually has a medical condition which causes coughing. In contrast to her rough exterior, she enjoys having friends, being social, and all around having a good time, even going as far as cooking for someone to make them feel better. She never publicly states she made it, however, as she doesn't want people to know she's a decent cook.
Nadica has also had a fascination with trains since she was young, and despite being embarrassed when her parents mention it, she still wears a conductor's hat, and likes to put old-style pipe matches, pretzels, and other such items in her mouth as though she's smoking, but often feels the need to punch someone when around smoke.
Despite living in a home with an adequate yard, Nadica has never had any kind of pet, not even a carnival goldfish.
-Stats:
Morale: *****
Athleticism: ***
Spirit: ****
Knowledge: ***
Psychology: *****[Penalty -2]
Inventory: BITS: 0000(Currency)
Small Backpack [Automotive Magazine, Thermally insulated food container, Hair-kit, Water Bottle, Replacement clothes. Bathing Suit], Purse [Small snacks, Pipe Match, Pocky Box, Eye Solution, Medical Adhesive Bandages [15], Small Makeup Kit,] Metaloid Ring Glove(s) [Baby Technique, Bonus: Power, Element: Metal,]
Name:
Species: Pabumon
Gender: ???
Level: Baby- 1
Appearance:
Height: .5m
Personality: A timid Digimon who spent their time exploring the forest they called home, Pabumon is aware of many things. One of the most prominent of these, however, is the power of other Digimon, and their own lack of power. This Digimon is rather curious, but oft fears the repercussions of said curiosity. Pabumon enjoys a life of autonomy, passing around trees and eating from flowers.
Family: Jungle Trooper
Attribute: Data
EXP: (0/0)
Techniques:
-Sticky Bubble, Baby Technique, Element: None, Effect: Distraction
Features:
- Adept Evader- Pabumon, being nearly vaporous, simply allows its effervescent form mildly disintegrate and coalesce elsewhere.
Stats:
---Hit-Points: (1/1)
---Energy: (4/4)
----------Power: 3
----------Endurance: 5
----------Force: 4
----------Fortitude: 5
----------Dexterity: 6
----------Agility: 3
----------Vitality: 3
----------Wisdom: 3
----------Cunning: 4
----------Generation: (0/10)
----Weight: 5g
Equipment:</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
"Wh-what the..." Nadica mumbled, rather startled by the strange visage which had appeared mere inches from her face.
The creature simply continued grinning, stepping out of the bushes with purple leather boots, which seemed to have claws or spikes of some kind, in a regal red, affixed to or sliced through the face of them. While the being in question seemed to wear pants, in lieu of a shirt, its small, bat like wings were simply crossed over its chest, and a blue gem was suspended between on golden chain, with several belts strapped around its pale arms. The creature's large hands with sharp, regal-red claws were placed on his hips in a rather comically authoritative manner, and its diminutive tail swished around behind it.
It was then that Nadica's thoughts finally clicked, and she looked down at the bubbly creature that was clinging to her chest. The other small creatures seemed able to talk- she had heard the muted murmurs of conversation from both sides, and the two boys which seemed to be around weren't talking to each other. Slowly, her gaze dropped from the bizarre visitor to the creature at her chest, whose constantly effervescing surface was starting to feel strange against her lace hemmed blouse.
"Um, hey little guy..." she began, rather nervously, before her voice seemed to calm significantly, "Don't worry, I gottcha."
The creature simply whimpered, causing the girl's lips to furrow in concern.
"Say, what's your name? And like... what even are you?" she asked as she began to catch stride with the situation.
"P-Pabumon," the little creature's tiny voice barely sighed.
Further conversation was halted by the rapid approach and rather loud exclamation by what Nadica could only process as a fat little land tadpole with ears or something. The fanged creature took notice rather quickly of the red creature's approach, his eyes seeming to sharpen for a fraction of an instant, as if something was wrong with this creature. However, the exclamation returned the comically self assured expression for which it would appear the creature was known. In a rather silly gesture, it lowered its large, clawed hand to the red creature's level.
"Don't be dense toddler," scoffed the imp demon, as he swatted the other on the head, before crossing his arms before his chest and laughing loudly.
However, the laughing soon stopped, as his gaze turned to the sky. A flash appeared, and a bright streak flowed with a strange, vectored pace, crashing to the ground. As the flash evaporated, another human appeared, soon accompanied by a small black fuzzy creature with tiny ears and yellow eyes.
"Well meatures, welcome to Digiworld!" the pale, masked Digimon announced.</s>
<|message|>Jason
The implike creature decided it was best to annoy, or otherwise taunt me, and to be honest, it worked "Who the heck are you calling 'toddler'!? I'll have you know that I-" I was cut off by Alan, of all people, saying "Don't do that. He looks quite a bit stronger than you are," I then made my way back to Alan, who might have just saved my skin back there, and overhear him calling something, or likely someone 'meatures'... he also welcomed us to something he called the 'Digiworld'. Digiworld? What in the world is that? Wait... obviously digi is short for digital... the term 'meatures'... does that mean that the imp guy's a robot!? Well, then, I guess I'd really be outmatched if I tried to fight him, then. I don't think I'm ready to fight a robot... not in this weird state I'm in after... well, that. I think, trying to make sense of everything the imp robot said to me, at this point blissfully unaware of the fact that I wasn't actually included in the term 'meatures', as he probably indicated that he was talking about the children, and not the... other things, like myself. This place being some sort of a digital world made a few things, such as the trees, and general lack of life up until now make a lot more sense... well, that was only relatively speaking, of course copper and plastic trees just growing out of the ground didn't make much sense in any context, but it made just a little bit more sense in this exact one, at least in that circuits usually used copper wiring due to its electrical properties, and plastic was a material commonly used to cover said electronics.</s>
<|message|>Species: Botamon
The two individuals made their way over to where Nadica, Pabumon and this strange, masked creature was also standing. Hide felt almost as if he had accidentally walked into some stranger's conversation and was momentarily tempted to leave. However, he was stopped when the short creature mentioned the term "meatures." He immediately realized what he meant by the portmanteau of "meat" and "creatures." Did that then mean that these strange critters were not made of flesh and bone like humans were? But then, what were they exactly?
Well, the next thing the creature said definitely held some potential answers to that question. "Erm...excuse me, but...what do you mean by 'Digiworld?'" Hide asked, speaking up again. "Surely you don't mean that it's some kind of digital universe or something, do you? Because...I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that I'm not digital." At this point, he had completely accepted the fact that these weird creatures were even present in the first place and that they could speak in plain English. He still wasn't sure what they were, but if there was any kind of credence to this "Digiworld" thing, then perhaps these strange non-"meatures" were actually made up of some form of physical data? But how could something like that be? He had felt Botamon himself. He was certainly no hologram or anything....
"Huh?" Botamn said, looking back at Hide questioningly. "Pft. Geez, I guess you can be a bit dense. Everything in the Digital World is digital. Why else would we call it that?"
"D-dense...?" Hide repeated, a little surprised that the single-minded creature would call him dense. "And...what do you mean, everything?"
But Botamon wasn't paying attention anymore. He was now looking at the larger, masked creature. "So who are you supposed to be, anyway?"</s>
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<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
A playful smirk caught the young girl's face as her posture righted. She saw the somewhat plain looking boy some closer-the reason for the expression, and toyingly popped her hip out in his direction.
"Hey boy, I'm not in for that now, m'kay?" she teased, pausing a moment before bursting out into laughter, shaking her head at her own joke.
The clawed creature was making her uneasy. Something about him seemed... wrong, and his speech pattern was just... bizarre. A quizical glare locked on the scene as the one with the claws and gnarly looking wing vest back handed the ground-tadpole. Nadica wasn't sure what to make of this.
Pabumon sat, relatively quiet, a slow mist of bubbles emanating from the outer layer of the soft digital body. There was little to be done at the moment, so the Digimon's eyes closed, thinking about what would come next. For the time being, safety from larger Digimon had been attained, and thoughts soon drifted off in a somnant manner.
Becoming the center of attention, the masked creature leaned to the side, only to slowly rotate, placing a clawed hand to his face, as if lounging mid air. The eternal grin within the mask seemed to grow wider as he let out an almost giggling laugh.
"Close, meature, but you're wrong on the not part," he replied.
A slow, almost hearty chuckle left his throat as the small fuzzy Digimon approached. Slowly, he drifted down, then patted the other rather belittlingly on the head. Perhaps in a more disorienting way than before, the Digimon spread out his hands, rotating to stand once again on his feet before them.
"Yes, everything," he answered, sounding rather annoyed, almost drained, before perking up once more, "I, am Dracmon," he announced rather enthusiastically.
Punctuating his annunciation, his hands opened, claws tensing upwards, revealing two reeling eyes set within his palms, each iris matching the color of the corresponding eye in the mask.
A soft yelp left Nadica's lips at the exclamation, and specifically the gesture. A soft line of sweat gathered along her brow, and she seemed to be making a point of brushing her hair rather excessively over her left eye, which had been covered by this point. Her hands shook slightly, and, were it not for the conscious clinging of Pabumon, the small Digimon would have tumbled to the ground.
"C'mon... keep it together Nadica," she muttered to herself, posture seeming rather pensive.</s>
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<|description|>Nadica Bludkros
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 7"
Appearance:
Attached
Bio: A compulsive risk taker, Nadica Bludkros is someone who rushes towards danger and rarely turns down a challenge. While she generally likes to try things at least once, and is usually receptive, Nadica has the habit of being extremely sarcastic when disagreeing about something, and hates grocery stores. She has an intense interest in classic muscle cars, despite having never had the chance to drive one, and rarely seeing them in person. Her left eye is compulsively shrouded or closed, though she won't say why. Her hair, which often covers said eye, is frequently dyed, and just came off of being bright blue, because she felt like mocking the "popular girl" in school. While she would like to have her hair longer, she feels she can't grow it out because it gets too "thin".
Much to the dismay of her parents, Nadica will get involved in almost any social activity, regardless of how dangerous or looked down upon it may be. She even went so far as to attempt to book a sky-diving trip a few years back, but her parents would not allow it, and are still trying to get the deposit back. Often seen around corners late at night, she has gained a reputation as a delinquent, and a girl with whom it is easy to "score", although that remains to be seen, as she has the strict policy of not telling. Despite wearing revealing clothes on occasion, she only wears one-piece bathing suits, saying "Let them guess".
Despite her penchant for risk behaviors and extreme sports, and the ability to hold her own in a fight against someone taller and more muscular than herself she actually has a medical condition which causes coughing. In contrast to her rough exterior, she enjoys having friends, being social, and all around having a good time, even going as far as cooking for someone to make them feel better. She never publicly states she made it, however, as she doesn't want people to know she's a decent cook.
Nadica has also had a fascination with trains since she was young, and despite being embarrassed when her parents mention it, she still wears a conductor's hat, and likes to put old-style pipe matches, pretzels, and other such items in her mouth as though she's smoking, but often feels the need to punch someone when around smoke.
Despite living in a home with an adequate yard, Nadica has never had any kind of pet, not even a carnival goldfish.
-Stats:
Morale: *****
Athleticism: ***
Spirit: ****
Knowledge: ***
Psychology: *****[Penalty -2]
Inventory: BITS: 0000(Currency)
Small Backpack [Automotive Magazine, Thermally insulated food container, Hair-kit, Water Bottle, Replacement clothes. Bathing Suit], Purse [Small snacks, Pipe Match, Pocky Box, Eye Solution, Medical Adhesive Bandages [15], Small Makeup Kit,] Metaloid Ring Glove(s) [Baby Technique, Bonus: Power, Element: Metal,]
Name:
Species: Pabumon
Gender: ???
Level: Baby- 1
Appearance:
Height: .5m
Personality: A timid Digimon who spent their time exploring the forest they called home, Pabumon is aware of many things. One of the most prominent of these, however, is the power of other Digimon, and their own lack of power. This Digimon is rather curious, but oft fears the repercussions of said curiosity. Pabumon enjoys a life of autonomy, passing around trees and eating from flowers.
Family: Jungle Trooper
Attribute: Data
EXP: (0/0)
Techniques:
-Sticky Bubble, Baby Technique, Element: None, Effect: Distraction
Features:
- Adept Evader- Pabumon, being nearly vaporous, simply allows its effervescent form mildly disintegrate and coalesce elsewhere.
Stats:
---Hit-Points: (1/1)
---Energy: (4/4)
----------Power: 3
----------Endurance: 5
----------Force: 4
----------Fortitude: 5
----------Dexterity: 6
----------Agility: 3
----------Vitality: 3
----------Wisdom: 3
----------Cunning: 4
----------Generation: (0/10)
----Weight: 5g
Equipment:</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
A playful smirk caught the young girl's face as her posture righted. She saw the somewhat plain looking boy some closer-the reason for the expression, and toyingly popped her hip out in his direction.
"Hey boy, I'm not in for that now, m'kay?" she teased, pausing a moment before bursting out into laughter, shaking her head at her own joke.
The clawed creature was making her uneasy. Something about him seemed... wrong, and his speech pattern was just... bizarre. A quizical glare locked on the scene as the one with the claws and gnarly looking wing vest back handed the ground-tadpole. Nadica wasn't sure what to make of this.
Pabumon sat, relatively quiet, a slow mist of bubbles emanating from the outer layer of the soft digital body. There was little to be done at the moment, so the Digimon's eyes closed, thinking about what would come next. For the time being, safety from larger Digimon had been attained, and thoughts soon drifted off in a somnant manner.
Becoming the center of attention, the masked creature leaned to the side, only to slowly rotate, placing a clawed hand to his face, as if lounging mid air. The eternal grin within the mask seemed to grow wider as he let out an almost giggling laugh.
"Close, meature, but you're wrong on the not part," he replied.
A slow, almost hearty chuckle left his throat as the small fuzzy Digimon approached. Slowly, he drifted down, then patted the other rather belittlingly on the head. Perhaps in a more disorienting way than before, the Digimon spread out his hands, rotating to stand once again on his feet before them.
"Yes, everything," he answered, sounding rather annoyed, almost drained, before perking up once more, "I, am Dracmon," he announced rather enthusiastically.
Punctuating his annunciation, his hands opened, claws tensing upwards, revealing two reeling eyes set within his palms, each iris matching the color of the corresponding eye in the mask.
A soft yelp left Nadica's lips at the exclamation, and specifically the gesture. A soft line of sweat gathered along her brow, and she seemed to be making a point of brushing her hair rather excessively over her left eye, which had been covered by this point. Her hands shook slightly, and, were it not for the conscious clinging of Pabumon, the small Digimon would have tumbled to the ground.
"C'mon... keep it together Nadica," she muttered to herself, posture seeming rather pensive.</s>
<|message|>Jason
Not really surprised by anything due to him just saying that this place was some sort of literal digital realm, or something, I almost expected him to have an extra set of eyes in his hands, after all, given everything up to this point, it was oddly normal, and as such, I had an 'unimpressed' face, or some sort of equivilant. He then told me his name, and was probably hoping I was too scared to continue talking, but I just asked, starting to get a little bored, honestly "So, Mr. Dracmon, any ideas on where some sort of civilization might be... or, anywhere where I won't get killed?" Alan backed away from what's-her-face, who was talking to that new guy. I would have told Alan to introduce himself, but I had a feeling that he was kinda, well, shy. I then start thinking, even if we found some sort of civilization, what kind of money would they have? Do they just let what they consider toddlers to roam around? Do these so-called toddlers have to pay for anything, or is there any sort of guardianship from the supposedly older, and most likely more powerful creatures? I assumed that even if I asked that, our guide here wouldn't even answer, heck, I'd be surprised if he answered the question I already asked him. I then overhear the girl muttering, and finally catch her name, though, if I just addressed her by name immediately, she'd think, or, rather, know that I was eavesdropping, and she was one of the few normal people here, I'd rather not lose her help... or, at least, whatever help a second, and now third, as someone else just ran into the scene, forgot to notice that earlier, person could provide.</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
Remus was enchanted by the strange creature that lounged on his shoulders, perplexed by its form but also what it was telling him "Look around you, out of all these other humans I chose you. They each seem capable people but I can tell you have a eye as discerning as mine, a cunning and wit to match those eyes and above all a spirit to hold on tight to what you want and this Zurumon wants to be your partner in crime! Your Femme Fatal!"
He looked into the creatures beady little eyes and grinned on part of its talk of his character but also that such a amorphous being was considering itself a female, this in turn caused Remus to take in more of the wonder of where he was and break free from his stupor, his mind no longer foggy he was able to not only see the being calling itself "Dracmon" but understand what it was saying, more importantly he understood that Dracmon was not only insulting him and the others but also unnerving one of his companions.
Despite the possible danger Remus made his way over to the imposing digimon, he stood in front of the girl and her bubbly digimon "Well Dracmon was it? You certainly seem to know a awful lot or is it you are simply hiding behind that mask? I think it would be easy to feel like a person of importance when surrounded by toddlers, after all "In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king. So enlighten me if you please, what do you want from us?"</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
The Digimon's clawed fingers turned up, wiggling for some strange reason, as though they were playing something like a piano.
"For you," the Digimon replied, pointing to the small red slime Digimon, "There can be no sanctuary. Not with that mark you bear," his tone exhibiting a childish mocking, if not a hint of knowing something behind his words.
He then rotated in the air, facing the boy in the large coat with the white hair, upon whose neck a Zurumon roosted.
"It is not the question of toddlers, only this one," he retorted, before laughing as one laughs when hearing something wholly ignorant, and finding it amusing, "It is best for those not to question that which they do not know, until the time is right. And for you, that's me."
"So," she began, taking a moment to clear her throat, the unease still in her voice as she ignored some of those around her, focusing on the matter at hand, "What... exactly, do you want from us?"
"Me? Oh, nothing," Dracmon retorted.</s>
<|message|>Jason
I was about to ask the odd creature even more questions, but, given the fact that he doesn't seem to want to answer anything, I just decided to start heading in a direction, thinking that I'd find what I'm looking for eventually. "Come on, Alan, this guy's not answering anything anymore, we're leaving," I say to Alan who shrugs and starts following me through this forest. This place, not to mention this forest was still foreign to me, so I thought I was lost a few times but eventually, Alan and I made it to another clearing alive, and in one piece. "Ha, see, that wasn't so bad. We can do this without that guy answering questions, I mean, what does he know anyways?" I checked to make absolute sure that I didn't have any weird mark on my body, and from what I could see, I didn't have a single one... at least, not one that I wouldn't consider 'normal', so I assumed that the guy was lying just so I'd keep wandering around in the wilderness, and distrust other... whatever these things were.
"No sanctuary, not with the mark you bear," I mock in front of Alan, adding "Yeah, that invisible mark that only I can see. What? You can't see it? What a shame," my tone of voice was obviously a mocking one, given that neither Alan or I could find any unusual markings... but, then again, neither of us knew what we were looking for, and for all I knew, this marking was in a spot where I couldn't see it... I suppose I'd find out as soon as I entered some sort of civilization, I just hoped that Alan could run away fast enough if these... er... things decided they didn't like me due to what that weirdo from earlier said. Now, if I could just find another creature of the same species, maybe I'd be able to at least have Alan figure out what that mark is, because it would be the only difference between myself and that other creature. I think as I was just about to start wandering around in the other clearing, somewhat north of the one we were in before, however, before I do, I look back at where the others could be, and even tell Alan "Wait... we shouldn't abandon the others. Even if we don't know them, I'm sure they'll help us out in the future," I then stay put, waiting for anyone else to head towards this clearing.</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
While Remus was annoyed with Dracmon and his taunting, he did understand the folly of his confrontation, they were strange strangers in a strange land filled with even stranger strangers and here he was demanding answers. He closed his eyes and chuckled "Well Zurumon, I'd say if we want anything other than decay to set in we best get a move on!" He began to stride out ahead when he realized that two of the group members were missing.
He stopped dead on his heels and spun around, nearly flinging Zurumon off his neck. "Well friends it seems that we have nothing but each other, the clothes on are backs,these strange but colorful characters and devices and more questions then we can count, So I plan on finding some answers- He paused for a moment to see if anyone was listening and to let his words sink in "Anyone whose with me keep your eyes and mind open and stick close two of us are missing and anything or even nothing could be happening to them...Lets see to its nothing!" Not waiting for a response Remus straightened his coat and strode off in search of his missing not really acquaintance.</s>
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<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
A glare from the multicolored, and multi-limbed eyes shot to the white haired boy for a moment.
"It would behoove you to listen, meatures," Dracmon remarked.
Nadica squeezed her eyes closed, her head falling into her hands for only a second. Pabumon began to slip, but the girl's elbows began to squeeze, and gripped the soapy Digimon, not letting the young one fall. A moment later, she looked up, giving a determined glare to the floating figure, with her hair all in her face. Still, she was sweating lightly, feeling alone against the gaze of Dracmon's four eyes.
"Okay..." Nadica began, attempting to steady her voice, "You obviously want to say something, or you would have already left."</s>
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<|description|>Nadica Bludkros
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 7"
Appearance:
Attached
Bio: A compulsive risk taker, Nadica Bludkros is someone who rushes towards danger and rarely turns down a challenge. While she generally likes to try things at least once, and is usually receptive, Nadica has the habit of being extremely sarcastic when disagreeing about something, and hates grocery stores. She has an intense interest in classic muscle cars, despite having never had the chance to drive one, and rarely seeing them in person. Her left eye is compulsively shrouded or closed, though she won't say why. Her hair, which often covers said eye, is frequently dyed, and just came off of being bright blue, because she felt like mocking the "popular girl" in school. While she would like to have her hair longer, she feels she can't grow it out because it gets too "thin".
Much to the dismay of her parents, Nadica will get involved in almost any social activity, regardless of how dangerous or looked down upon it may be. She even went so far as to attempt to book a sky-diving trip a few years back, but her parents would not allow it, and are still trying to get the deposit back. Often seen around corners late at night, she has gained a reputation as a delinquent, and a girl with whom it is easy to "score", although that remains to be seen, as she has the strict policy of not telling. Despite wearing revealing clothes on occasion, she only wears one-piece bathing suits, saying "Let them guess".
Despite her penchant for risk behaviors and extreme sports, and the ability to hold her own in a fight against someone taller and more muscular than herself she actually has a medical condition which causes coughing. In contrast to her rough exterior, she enjoys having friends, being social, and all around having a good time, even going as far as cooking for someone to make them feel better. She never publicly states she made it, however, as she doesn't want people to know she's a decent cook.
Nadica has also had a fascination with trains since she was young, and despite being embarrassed when her parents mention it, she still wears a conductor's hat, and likes to put old-style pipe matches, pretzels, and other such items in her mouth as though she's smoking, but often feels the need to punch someone when around smoke.
Despite living in a home with an adequate yard, Nadica has never had any kind of pet, not even a carnival goldfish.
-Stats:
Morale: *****
Athleticism: ***
Spirit: ****
Knowledge: ***
Psychology: *****[Penalty -2]
Inventory: BITS: 0000(Currency)
Small Backpack [Automotive Magazine, Thermally insulated food container, Hair-kit, Water Bottle, Replacement clothes. Bathing Suit], Purse [Small snacks, Pipe Match, Pocky Box, Eye Solution, Medical Adhesive Bandages [15], Small Makeup Kit,] Metaloid Ring Glove(s) [Baby Technique, Bonus: Power, Element: Metal,]
Name:
Species: Pabumon
Gender: ???
Level: Baby- 1
Appearance:
Height: .5m
Personality: A timid Digimon who spent their time exploring the forest they called home, Pabumon is aware of many things. One of the most prominent of these, however, is the power of other Digimon, and their own lack of power. This Digimon is rather curious, but oft fears the repercussions of said curiosity. Pabumon enjoys a life of autonomy, passing around trees and eating from flowers.
Family: Jungle Trooper
Attribute: Data
EXP: (0/0)
Techniques:
-Sticky Bubble, Baby Technique, Element: None, Effect: Distraction
Features:
- Adept Evader- Pabumon, being nearly vaporous, simply allows its effervescent form mildly disintegrate and coalesce elsewhere.
Stats:
---Hit-Points: (1/1)
---Energy: (4/4)
----------Power: 3
----------Endurance: 5
----------Force: 4
----------Fortitude: 5
----------Dexterity: 6
----------Agility: 3
----------Vitality: 3
----------Wisdom: 3
----------Cunning: 4
----------Generation: (0/10)
----Weight: 5g
Equipment:</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
Remus and Zuromon wandered about the forest in a clockwise fashion, circling around where they left the teasing creature and the rest of the group, that way they would be able to spot the boy who wandered off without getting completely separated from the rest of the group while at least attempting to search for there missing companion. "Despite making such a big deal about it I guess I was not all that prepared for a search and possible rescue huh?" "In all honesty I would not have really even thought of bothering, Sure that Dracmon was getting on my nerves-" Remus smirked and thought about bringing up the notion that judging by Zuromon's somewhat gelatinous nature if she even had nerves to be bothered but he kept it to himself since if anything it might affect her feelings. "Our chances of getting lost in our search where quite high, especially for a person we know little about." "I suppose I thought about that possibility and the more we are out here I realize that it was not the most well thought out plan but if we did find him gratification can certainly-" "Hush pet! I think I heard something!" "Oh I'm the pet!? Your the one-" "I said hush pet!" Zuromon hissed and with that Remus decided to zip his lips.
Coming into View was Alan and his creature, seemingly unharmed, Remus wanted to call out or say something but Zuromon seemed cross with him already just for being out here so he kept quite even in his approach back to the clearing where Dracmon and the others gathered. The duo leaned up against a tree and awaited for the Dracmon to regail them with more taunts but hopefully something worth listening to.</s>
<|message|>Isaiah Feldsher
Isaiah and Eleazar made their way into the group and came within 10 feet of the floating 4 eyed creature.
"What is it?" asked Isaiah aloud.
"It's one of us, sort of." responded Eleazar. "Don't be afraid, if it wanted to attack it would have."
Isaiah nodded at his Digimon before looking at the other people with little creatures around them. They seemed to be in the same situation he was in and probably would be no help, but the floating 4 eyed thing should be able to help.
"Who are you and why are we here" Isaiah asked Dracmon.</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
The floating Digimon gave a wicked grin as the boy approached with the Zerimon in tow.
"Ooh, observant ones, aren't we?" declared the Digimon with a somewhat forceful tone, arms thrust forward rapidly.
Visibly startled, Nadica fell back, now huddled on the ground, giving a shudder. Pabumon slipped from her arms, and jittered on the ground for a moment, before continuing to silently effervesce.
"I am Dracmon," he introduced himself more specifically, "And you're here because something's wrong. Guess you have to fix it. Too bad."
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Nadica takes a penalty to Psychology.</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
Remus tilted an eyebrow at the creature referring to itself as Dracmon, his interest piqued "Wrong? What could be so wrong that you need us, complete strangers in a strange land to fix it? How are we even suppose to go about fixing it and more importantly, whats in it for us?" When Remus referred to "us" he was speaking about himself and Zurumon, he still remembered what she had said to him when he met her "You and I are going to accomplish great things." He certainly wanted to return to familiar grounds but really what was waiting for him? More roads to walk and alleys to slink through? A few odd jobs for chump change only to have to beat some random scum and turn the tables around on a potential mugging. A life always under the radar hiding from a wrathful woman lusting for money that only his name currently held and he himself had and would never actually hold? Besides here he at least had someone or more precisely something who thought he had a good head on his shoulders, since she seemed to be fond of them enough to lounge around them all day. "Why should we even bother with your problem when we should be finding a way home."</s>
<|message|>Isaiah Feldsher
Isaiah was about to speak when Eleazar started. "I think this might be your way home."
"I was going to say the same thing!" exclaimed Isaiah. "That's freaky."
"Eh, happens to me all the time." replied the Zerimon.
"So are you the problem we need to fix, you look evil enough." stated Isaiah. "Between all of us we should be able to handle you!"
Eleazar jumped up startled at what he heard. "Were not digivolved yet! What powers do you humans have to damage Dracmon?"</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
The floating Digimon began to giggle, then chuckle. Soon, he broke into a loud, boisterous, if not maniacal laugh.
"Hehe, hehehe, HAHAHAHA! Meatures are a hoot," he mused to himself, letting out a sigh to regather his spend breath, "No, fighting me won't do anything. Yes, you get to go home if you can fix things, maybe. To the north," he began, pointing in the direction behind him, "Castles have appeared, overnight. That's not too unusual. But the armies of Undead Digimon that ushered forth from their gates and began devouring all Digimon in their path, well... you see where I'm going with this," he then pointed with his left arm straight out, "The nearest village is east of here. About ninety kilometers away. Have fun."</s>
<|message|>Isaiah Feldsher
"Thanks I guess." replied Isaiah. He then turned to the rest of them. "So are we all going that way, or should we not trust this things direction?"</s>
<|message|>Jason
"Well, he's the only lead we've got, we might as well follow, right?" I said with my best imitation of a shrug. Said imitation was so poor that it only served to remind me that I no longer possessed limbs. I really hoped that would change soon. I would have headed north, leaving the others behind again, however, Alan picked me up, and whispered "Do I have to remind you that they're our only allies right now? Please, stay with the group," I decided to not fight him and just wait until HE headed north, all the while, the rest were just standing there, looking at 'dracmon' as he talks and belittles us. I had enough free time to notice something a bit weird about this place... we were outside, yet, the air didn't really seem 'fresh', so to speak. It almost seemed artificial, or, possibly even alien, and, finally, once I was sure everyone was done listening, I reiterated my point "We might as well head north... it's the only direction that MAY lead to something," through this, I pointed out that pretty much none of us knew where we were going, or where we were supposed to be. I then recalled something that he just said... something about castles appearing overnight, and how that supposedly not unusual for this place, that the unusual thing was the undead ... digimon? Was that what they were called? That odd name almost reminded me of something else, but, the main thing was that, if these were robots, or some sort of thing made of code... how could there BE undead? You can rebuild a robot, or turn it off and on and it wouldn't be some undead monstrosity, right? Maybe I was just missing the point, and there was some other reason they called them undead, even if they technically weren't.</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
(GodsI am sorry comrades, things have been dificult and I will leave it at that, I'll offer an extra push to get this ball rolling instead of holding it in place like I have been)
*Meanwhile on Namek*
Remus stewed in his own thoughts as the others where desperate for direction in truth so was he, thousands of ideas and theories swept through him yet he chose to remain silent on them, he finally snapped out of his fugue and turned North "Well we are but lost lambs and have been given a direction, if we were to rely on our own wit and knowledge of this place we are more than likely to end up slaughtered either way! I say since the only thing we have to lose is the riveting familiarity of this one area we have stayed in and our lives so if anyone is with me on the possibilities of something new I'll take the first step!"</s>
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<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
After some time, and the Dracmon's apparent disappearance, Nadica stood, slowly, holding the fizzing Pabumon against her chest.
"Either way, something is better than nothing, right?"
---
Please make Knowledge rolls.</s>
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<|description|>Jason
Species: Jyraimon
Gender: Male
Level: Baby: 1
Appearance: There don't appear to be any variations in his appearance, other than the Digital Hazard Mark on his back, of course.
Height: .3M
Personality/Backstory: An odd digimon that seems to wander around a certain area, lost and confused. Jason, as he likes to call himself, seems to constantly be looking for something. What that may be is anyone's guess. Jason also occasionally mumbles about strange things, and digimon observing him from a distance have since decided to keep that distance due to the digital hazard marking on his back. Thus far, he has yet to see another living thing other than the various plants in this world, and Jason just seems all the more confused because of it.
Family: Dragon's Roar
Attribute: Virus
EXP: 0/0
Techniques:
-Name: Fire Bubbles Type: Baby Technique Element: Fire Effect: Damages the opponent with fire that looks a bit like bubbles.
Features:
Ember Mirage - Digimon with this Feature may use their Power Based Fire Techniques to distort the air around them and transport to a location within their Movement range as a stream of embers in a short amount of time, and can do so three times daily. While not true Teleportation, Ember Mirage allows all Movement in battle to be taken as a Mini action when used. Use of Ember Mirage cancels Freeze, but all other status ailments remain and take their effect. This Feature can not travel through water, and distance traveled over water is reduced by 50%. However, this Feature may travel between gouts of flame or active Magma Vents for additional movement. Digimon using this Feature must make a roll of 2d6 plus Dexterity Modifier for successful transport. (Free- Requires Fire Technique or Flame like Body features.)
Deathly Power - Digimon with Deathly Power gains an extra 5 points of Power at creation, and for each level gained, but incur a 50% increase in Energy Costs to Techniques that utilize Power.(Free.)
Stats:
---Hit-Points: 3/3 (Current/Max)
---Energy: 4/4 (Current/Max)
----------Power: 5
----------Endurance: 4
----------Force: 5
----------Fortitude: 4
----------Dexterity: 4
----------Agility: 4
----------Vitality: 4
----------Wisdom: 4
----------Cunning: 4
----------Generation: 0/17 (Used/Total) [The GM has approved of this]
----Weight: 5g
Equipment: None at the moment.
Name: Alan Smithee
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Appearance: Alan, due to the coldness of Colorado, usually wears a thick, white jacket, and a pair of denim jeans. He's fairly skinny, and has short brown hair, which, for some reason always makes it look like he has bed head, and brown eyes, and pale skin. His nose is somewhat large, his eyebrows are very thick, and the same color as his hair, obviously, and his head, as a whole, is somewhat more spherical than average.
Bio: Alan was always the quiet one, never really wanting to talk to anyone, for whatever reason. If someone at school said 'hi' to him, he'd just wave, rather than actually talk. The first six years in school went relatively well, with students generally ignoring him, or thinking that he's 'creepy', and just leaving it at that. The reason they all thought he was weird was because he always seemed to be writing something down in his notebook. Everyone during those years assumed it was something pertaining to them, that he was stalking them, or something, but on his seventh year of school, the school bully finally decided to pay him attention, and the first thing that bully did? Steal his notebook and show it to absolutely everyone. The notebook itself was full of drawings of dragons, something Alan really liked to do, whether he was actually good at it or not. The other students, no longer seeing him as creepy, no longer ignored him, and always tried to be his friend. By now, Alan thought of himself as a loner, so all this attention just made him try to avoid the other students for a while. The school counselor eventually got him to stop that by the 8th grade, but he still didn't talk to the other students much, if ever.
By the time high school came around, he had his own small group of friends, though, much like him, they also didn't like talking to others very much. Interestingly, the more popular kids seemed to come up with a new label for his group every week, and each one was worse than the last. Of course, the others in his group were outraged, but Alan didn't really care, or even notice what they were calling him, as long as they let him work in peace, he was fine. He took whatever art classes he could, and typically excelled at them. However, whenever the teacher wanted Alan to actually sell his art, as in, a silent auction the school put together in order to get more funds, he'd get mad, and just take it back home with him. Even to this day, he thinks his art is the worst, thanks to that bully and how those kids reacted back in 7th grade... even if everyone else has been telling him otherwise. Oddly enough, he's actually incredibly upbeat, just not the most social person you could come across, which caused other students to originally label him and his group of friends as 'emo'. That label obviously didn't stick when the group was seen outside during a sunny day, and talking about normal things rather than death or suicide.
His senior year in high school started off with him finding something very odd. Some strange, red and black device, which he quickly used to doodle a dragon or two on, just due to a habit of his. He then showed the device to as many students and teachers as he could, which wasn't easy, given that most of his speech consisted of 'Um...' and 'Uh...', that is, assuming he worked up the courage to actually talk to any of them. Nonetheless, nobody has been able to identify the device, or whatever use it might have, the art teacher even assumed it was another thing Alan made in ceramics and tried to get him to sell the thing, Alan, obviously, refused. Alan then hid the thing, and figured that he'd look it up online, once classes were done, and what ended up happening right then and there, at his home computer, while he was holding onto the odd device, might just end up changing his life.
-Stats: (List in *(Stars))
Morale: **
Athleticism: ***
Spirit: *****
Knowledge: *****
Psychology: *****
(I'll keep track of the Morality points)
Inventory: 1 mostly empty backpack (it has a textbook and a notebook that has his drawings in it), the clothes on his back.
BITS: 0</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
There was a buzzing sound in her ears when she awoke. Nothing felt quite right. As her eyes opened things looked... wrong. Colors seemed painted to things, as opposed to natural, and tiny dark spots seemed to cover things in the distance. She felt dizzy, raising her hand to see if she was in one piece.
The first thing Nadica could think of was that she had fallen from the fence. It definitely felt like she had fallen, but she couldn't see it nearby. Actually, nothing seemed familiar.
"Am I dreaming..." she murmured to herself.
As soon as her words left her mouth, a series of green bubbles seemed to float from nowhere.
"Well, that answers that," marked she through clenched teeth as she stood.
Deciding no harm could come of it, she began to follow the source of the green bubbles. Despite being within close proximity, she did not seem to notice the other figures in the small clearing.</s>
<|message|>Jason
The kid that I jumped towards ran off just as I kind of expected him to. "Hey, wait up!" I shout, though my voice sounded a bit weird for whatever reason. Seems like whoever that was, he was shy. The kid also dropped a notebook, with one very detailed sketch of a dragon, some mountain, and some trees Hm... I wonder what's up with this. I think as I try and fail to pick it up, later remembering that I lack the limbs to do so. I then try to pick it up with my mouth, hoping that I don't end up destroying his art that way. I tried to keep up with the kid, but, given that I was some sort of slug thing, it wasn't all too easy. He did need to take a break pretty soon after running, thankfully, and I give him the notebook, to which, he responded by saying "H-how'd you get a hold of that!? Please tell me you didn't see any of my work," I answer, somewhat quickly with "Yeah, I saw it. It was good drawing, too, so, you really shouldn't be ashamed of it," this surprised the kid, and he stayed there for a while, doing what seemed like nothing, until a few minutes later when he finally asked "So... what's your name? What are you?" I then think for a moment, and respond with "The name's Jason, as for what I am, you know as well as I do. Anyways, it's nice to finally see someone else here, but, how come you got to be human, and I have to be this slug thing?" the kid shakes his head, and shrugs, saying "I dunno," he then adds "Um... my name's Alan. Hm... maybe it has something to do with how I got here? I mean, I got here through a computer, how about you?" I then think back to some other time, and simply state "Yeah, that's absolutely NOT how I got here..." I then add "So, why'd you run?" Alan doesn't answer, and just starts walking towards where the others were, leaving me without an answer. I follow, with him being the only person I knew here... but, hey, at least I know someone now, right?</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
(Alright its time to hire a reverend, say my vows and commit!)
Remus was nervous but oddly intrigued by the strange creature that not only defied its form but also spoke to him. He noticed the other children had creatures with them as well. "This has got to be the most vivid moment of unconsciousness I have ever had! I hope that mook didn't drug me or something." He began walking towards the others not really paying attention to what he just said or even the being that had moved along his shoulder and stretched itself across his neck and rested surprisingly snugly, like a scarf, if a scarf could talk, was yellow with blue eyes and in the form of a blob. He thought mostly on what his scarf had said earlier "You don't look like the others, which means you and I could do great things together." He wondered what it meant by "The others" and why just because he did not look like these aforementioned "Others" that he and the scarf could do great things together. While he was lost in his thoughts Remus had wandered near the other two humans and their creatures and said out loud without knowing "Perhaps we could stick together? I don't see why we should not? Maybe I can learn more about this place while we are here."</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
The girl's gaze drifted along the chain of bubbles until it met what seemed to be a pile of green soap and suds on the ground. Curious, she leaned closer, only for a pair of black eyes and a yellow nub to meet her face. A startled, high pitched squeal- which was not very loud- heralded a stream of bubbles from the passifier like object, causing Nadica to swat them away from her eyes.
The squishy creature was about to flee, leaving an effervescent trail behind, when it was startled by a snapping branch. With surprising force, it leapt back, landing against the girl's chest. Instinctively, she clutched it, falling from the force, landing on something hard in her pocket she didn't realize she had. Before she could investigate, she heard a sound beyond the underbrush.
"Oh, well isn't this interesting," an impish voice cackled, as what appeared to be a black mask with red and blue eyes stuck itself into the clearing, a pale, fanged grin planted in the middle of its face, "And what are you doing here?" cackled the voice.</s>
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<|message|>Jason
I started talking Alan's ear off as I followed him back to the clearing where we met everyone else, and, while I thought he'd be annoyed by my incessant chatter, he was somehow intrigued... at least, as far as I could tell. The kid didn't say a single word to me, and once we got back, there seemed to be one more creature than there was child. This one was even stranger than the other two... of course, I didn't really have room to talk, given my own appearance, however, at the risk of sounding rude, I ask the strange, fanged thing "Who... or what are you, exactly?" The other two kids had their own creatures, similar to myself, they were slime, or slug-like in appearance and physical properties, however, the other two kids at least spoke. Alan was stricken even more mute by the two unknown kids, let alone the other strange creature. Oddly, one of the kids was wearing his creature as if it were a scarf, while the other one, more specifically, the girl, was holding the thing close to her chest as if the creature was a precious baby, rather than some odd thing that had some sort of attachment to her. So, I guess I should be a little happier about this, I mean, I finally found other forms of life in this strange place, and I honestly hope that this fourth creature isn't hostile. I then remember that I haven't actually introduced myself to any of the others, but, given the situation, I supposed that could wait until a little later, at least.</s>
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<|description|>Jason
Species: Jyraimon
Gender: Male
Level: Baby: 1
Appearance: There don't appear to be any variations in his appearance, other than the Digital Hazard Mark on his back, of course.
Height: .3M
Personality/Backstory: An odd digimon that seems to wander around a certain area, lost and confused. Jason, as he likes to call himself, seems to constantly be looking for something. What that may be is anyone's guess. Jason also occasionally mumbles about strange things, and digimon observing him from a distance have since decided to keep that distance due to the digital hazard marking on his back. Thus far, he has yet to see another living thing other than the various plants in this world, and Jason just seems all the more confused because of it.
Family: Dragon's Roar
Attribute: Virus
EXP: 0/0
Techniques:
-Name: Fire Bubbles Type: Baby Technique Element: Fire Effect: Damages the opponent with fire that looks a bit like bubbles.
Features:
Ember Mirage - Digimon with this Feature may use their Power Based Fire Techniques to distort the air around them and transport to a location within their Movement range as a stream of embers in a short amount of time, and can do so three times daily. While not true Teleportation, Ember Mirage allows all Movement in battle to be taken as a Mini action when used. Use of Ember Mirage cancels Freeze, but all other status ailments remain and take their effect. This Feature can not travel through water, and distance traveled over water is reduced by 50%. However, this Feature may travel between gouts of flame or active Magma Vents for additional movement. Digimon using this Feature must make a roll of 2d6 plus Dexterity Modifier for successful transport. (Free- Requires Fire Technique or Flame like Body features.)
Deathly Power - Digimon with Deathly Power gains an extra 5 points of Power at creation, and for each level gained, but incur a 50% increase in Energy Costs to Techniques that utilize Power.(Free.)
Stats:
---Hit-Points: 3/3 (Current/Max)
---Energy: 4/4 (Current/Max)
----------Power: 5
----------Endurance: 4
----------Force: 5
----------Fortitude: 4
----------Dexterity: 4
----------Agility: 4
----------Vitality: 4
----------Wisdom: 4
----------Cunning: 4
----------Generation: 0/17 (Used/Total) [The GM has approved of this]
----Weight: 5g
Equipment: None at the moment.
Name: Alan Smithee
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Appearance: Alan, due to the coldness of Colorado, usually wears a thick, white jacket, and a pair of denim jeans. He's fairly skinny, and has short brown hair, which, for some reason always makes it look like he has bed head, and brown eyes, and pale skin. His nose is somewhat large, his eyebrows are very thick, and the same color as his hair, obviously, and his head, as a whole, is somewhat more spherical than average.
Bio: Alan was always the quiet one, never really wanting to talk to anyone, for whatever reason. If someone at school said 'hi' to him, he'd just wave, rather than actually talk. The first six years in school went relatively well, with students generally ignoring him, or thinking that he's 'creepy', and just leaving it at that. The reason they all thought he was weird was because he always seemed to be writing something down in his notebook. Everyone during those years assumed it was something pertaining to them, that he was stalking them, or something, but on his seventh year of school, the school bully finally decided to pay him attention, and the first thing that bully did? Steal his notebook and show it to absolutely everyone. The notebook itself was full of drawings of dragons, something Alan really liked to do, whether he was actually good at it or not. The other students, no longer seeing him as creepy, no longer ignored him, and always tried to be his friend. By now, Alan thought of himself as a loner, so all this attention just made him try to avoid the other students for a while. The school counselor eventually got him to stop that by the 8th grade, but he still didn't talk to the other students much, if ever.
By the time high school came around, he had his own small group of friends, though, much like him, they also didn't like talking to others very much. Interestingly, the more popular kids seemed to come up with a new label for his group every week, and each one was worse than the last. Of course, the others in his group were outraged, but Alan didn't really care, or even notice what they were calling him, as long as they let him work in peace, he was fine. He took whatever art classes he could, and typically excelled at them. However, whenever the teacher wanted Alan to actually sell his art, as in, a silent auction the school put together in order to get more funds, he'd get mad, and just take it back home with him. Even to this day, he thinks his art is the worst, thanks to that bully and how those kids reacted back in 7th grade... even if everyone else has been telling him otherwise. Oddly enough, he's actually incredibly upbeat, just not the most social person you could come across, which caused other students to originally label him and his group of friends as 'emo'. That label obviously didn't stick when the group was seen outside during a sunny day, and talking about normal things rather than death or suicide.
His senior year in high school started off with him finding something very odd. Some strange, red and black device, which he quickly used to doodle a dragon or two on, just due to a habit of his. He then showed the device to as many students and teachers as he could, which wasn't easy, given that most of his speech consisted of 'Um...' and 'Uh...', that is, assuming he worked up the courage to actually talk to any of them. Nonetheless, nobody has been able to identify the device, or whatever use it might have, the art teacher even assumed it was another thing Alan made in ceramics and tried to get him to sell the thing, Alan, obviously, refused. Alan then hid the thing, and figured that he'd look it up online, once classes were done, and what ended up happening right then and there, at his home computer, while he was holding onto the odd device, might just end up changing his life.
-Stats: (List in *(Stars))
Morale: **
Athleticism: ***
Spirit: *****
Knowledge: *****
Psychology: *****
(I'll keep track of the Morality points)
Inventory: 1 mostly empty backpack (it has a textbook and a notebook that has his drawings in it), the clothes on his back.
BITS: 0</s>
<|message|>Jason
The implike creature decided it was best to annoy, or otherwise taunt me, and to be honest, it worked "Who the heck are you calling 'toddler'!? I'll have you know that I-" I was cut off by Alan, of all people, saying "Don't do that. He looks quite a bit stronger than you are," I then made my way back to Alan, who might have just saved my skin back there, and overhear him calling something, or likely someone 'meatures'... he also welcomed us to something he called the 'Digiworld'. Digiworld? What in the world is that? Wait... obviously digi is short for digital... the term 'meatures'... does that mean that the imp guy's a robot!? Well, then, I guess I'd really be outmatched if I tried to fight him, then. I don't think I'm ready to fight a robot... not in this weird state I'm in after... well, that. I think, trying to make sense of everything the imp robot said to me, at this point blissfully unaware of the fact that I wasn't actually included in the term 'meatures', as he probably indicated that he was talking about the children, and not the... other things, like myself. This place being some sort of a digital world made a few things, such as the trees, and general lack of life up until now make a lot more sense... well, that was only relatively speaking, of course copper and plastic trees just growing out of the ground didn't make much sense in any context, but it made just a little bit more sense in this exact one, at least in that circuits usually used copper wiring due to its electrical properties, and plastic was a material commonly used to cover said electronics.</s>
<|message|>Species: Botamon
The two individuals made their way over to where Nadica, Pabumon and this strange, masked creature was also standing. Hide felt almost as if he had accidentally walked into some stranger's conversation and was momentarily tempted to leave. However, he was stopped when the short creature mentioned the term "meatures." He immediately realized what he meant by the portmanteau of "meat" and "creatures." Did that then mean that these strange critters were not made of flesh and bone like humans were? But then, what were they exactly?
Well, the next thing the creature said definitely held some potential answers to that question. "Erm...excuse me, but...what do you mean by 'Digiworld?'" Hide asked, speaking up again. "Surely you don't mean that it's some kind of digital universe or something, do you? Because...I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that I'm not digital." At this point, he had completely accepted the fact that these weird creatures were even present in the first place and that they could speak in plain English. He still wasn't sure what they were, but if there was any kind of credence to this "Digiworld" thing, then perhaps these strange non-"meatures" were actually made up of some form of physical data? But how could something like that be? He had felt Botamon himself. He was certainly no hologram or anything....
"Huh?" Botamn said, looking back at Hide questioningly. "Pft. Geez, I guess you can be a bit dense. Everything in the Digital World is digital. Why else would we call it that?"
"D-dense...?" Hide repeated, a little surprised that the single-minded creature would call him dense. "And...what do you mean, everything?"
But Botamon wasn't paying attention anymore. He was now looking at the larger, masked creature. "So who are you supposed to be, anyway?"</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
A playful smirk caught the young girl's face as her posture righted. She saw the somewhat plain looking boy some closer-the reason for the expression, and toyingly popped her hip out in his direction.
"Hey boy, I'm not in for that now, m'kay?" she teased, pausing a moment before bursting out into laughter, shaking her head at her own joke.
The clawed creature was making her uneasy. Something about him seemed... wrong, and his speech pattern was just... bizarre. A quizical glare locked on the scene as the one with the claws and gnarly looking wing vest back handed the ground-tadpole. Nadica wasn't sure what to make of this.
Pabumon sat, relatively quiet, a slow mist of bubbles emanating from the outer layer of the soft digital body. There was little to be done at the moment, so the Digimon's eyes closed, thinking about what would come next. For the time being, safety from larger Digimon had been attained, and thoughts soon drifted off in a somnant manner.
Becoming the center of attention, the masked creature leaned to the side, only to slowly rotate, placing a clawed hand to his face, as if lounging mid air. The eternal grin within the mask seemed to grow wider as he let out an almost giggling laugh.
"Close, meature, but you're wrong on the not part," he replied.
A slow, almost hearty chuckle left his throat as the small fuzzy Digimon approached. Slowly, he drifted down, then patted the other rather belittlingly on the head. Perhaps in a more disorienting way than before, the Digimon spread out his hands, rotating to stand once again on his feet before them.
"Yes, everything," he answered, sounding rather annoyed, almost drained, before perking up once more, "I, am Dracmon," he announced rather enthusiastically.
Punctuating his annunciation, his hands opened, claws tensing upwards, revealing two reeling eyes set within his palms, each iris matching the color of the corresponding eye in the mask.
A soft yelp left Nadica's lips at the exclamation, and specifically the gesture. A soft line of sweat gathered along her brow, and she seemed to be making a point of brushing her hair rather excessively over her left eye, which had been covered by this point. Her hands shook slightly, and, were it not for the conscious clinging of Pabumon, the small Digimon would have tumbled to the ground.
"C'mon... keep it together Nadica," she muttered to herself, posture seeming rather pensive.</s>
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<|message|>Jason
Not really surprised by anything due to him just saying that this place was some sort of literal digital realm, or something, I almost expected him to have an extra set of eyes in his hands, after all, given everything up to this point, it was oddly normal, and as such, I had an 'unimpressed' face, or some sort of equivilant. He then told me his name, and was probably hoping I was too scared to continue talking, but I just asked, starting to get a little bored, honestly "So, Mr. Dracmon, any ideas on where some sort of civilization might be... or, anywhere where I won't get killed?" Alan backed away from what's-her-face, who was talking to that new guy. I would have told Alan to introduce himself, but I had a feeling that he was kinda, well, shy. I then start thinking, even if we found some sort of civilization, what kind of money would they have? Do they just let what they consider toddlers to roam around? Do these so-called toddlers have to pay for anything, or is there any sort of guardianship from the supposedly older, and most likely more powerful creatures? I assumed that even if I asked that, our guide here wouldn't even answer, heck, I'd be surprised if he answered the question I already asked him. I then overhear the girl muttering, and finally catch her name, though, if I just addressed her by name immediately, she'd think, or, rather, know that I was eavesdropping, and she was one of the few normal people here, I'd rather not lose her help... or, at least, whatever help a second, and now third, as someone else just ran into the scene, forgot to notice that earlier, person could provide.</s>
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<|description|>Jason
Species: Jyraimon
Gender: Male
Level: Baby: 1
Appearance: There don't appear to be any variations in his appearance, other than the Digital Hazard Mark on his back, of course.
Height: .3M
Personality/Backstory: An odd digimon that seems to wander around a certain area, lost and confused. Jason, as he likes to call himself, seems to constantly be looking for something. What that may be is anyone's guess. Jason also occasionally mumbles about strange things, and digimon observing him from a distance have since decided to keep that distance due to the digital hazard marking on his back. Thus far, he has yet to see another living thing other than the various plants in this world, and Jason just seems all the more confused because of it.
Family: Dragon's Roar
Attribute: Virus
EXP: 0/0
Techniques:
-Name: Fire Bubbles Type: Baby Technique Element: Fire Effect: Damages the opponent with fire that looks a bit like bubbles.
Features:
Ember Mirage - Digimon with this Feature may use their Power Based Fire Techniques to distort the air around them and transport to a location within their Movement range as a stream of embers in a short amount of time, and can do so three times daily. While not true Teleportation, Ember Mirage allows all Movement in battle to be taken as a Mini action when used. Use of Ember Mirage cancels Freeze, but all other status ailments remain and take their effect. This Feature can not travel through water, and distance traveled over water is reduced by 50%. However, this Feature may travel between gouts of flame or active Magma Vents for additional movement. Digimon using this Feature must make a roll of 2d6 plus Dexterity Modifier for successful transport. (Free- Requires Fire Technique or Flame like Body features.)
Deathly Power - Digimon with Deathly Power gains an extra 5 points of Power at creation, and for each level gained, but incur a 50% increase in Energy Costs to Techniques that utilize Power.(Free.)
Stats:
---Hit-Points: 3/3 (Current/Max)
---Energy: 4/4 (Current/Max)
----------Power: 5
----------Endurance: 4
----------Force: 5
----------Fortitude: 4
----------Dexterity: 4
----------Agility: 4
----------Vitality: 4
----------Wisdom: 4
----------Cunning: 4
----------Generation: 0/17 (Used/Total) [The GM has approved of this]
----Weight: 5g
Equipment: None at the moment.
Name: Alan Smithee
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Appearance: Alan, due to the coldness of Colorado, usually wears a thick, white jacket, and a pair of denim jeans. He's fairly skinny, and has short brown hair, which, for some reason always makes it look like he has bed head, and brown eyes, and pale skin. His nose is somewhat large, his eyebrows are very thick, and the same color as his hair, obviously, and his head, as a whole, is somewhat more spherical than average.
Bio: Alan was always the quiet one, never really wanting to talk to anyone, for whatever reason. If someone at school said 'hi' to him, he'd just wave, rather than actually talk. The first six years in school went relatively well, with students generally ignoring him, or thinking that he's 'creepy', and just leaving it at that. The reason they all thought he was weird was because he always seemed to be writing something down in his notebook. Everyone during those years assumed it was something pertaining to them, that he was stalking them, or something, but on his seventh year of school, the school bully finally decided to pay him attention, and the first thing that bully did? Steal his notebook and show it to absolutely everyone. The notebook itself was full of drawings of dragons, something Alan really liked to do, whether he was actually good at it or not. The other students, no longer seeing him as creepy, no longer ignored him, and always tried to be his friend. By now, Alan thought of himself as a loner, so all this attention just made him try to avoid the other students for a while. The school counselor eventually got him to stop that by the 8th grade, but he still didn't talk to the other students much, if ever.
By the time high school came around, he had his own small group of friends, though, much like him, they also didn't like talking to others very much. Interestingly, the more popular kids seemed to come up with a new label for his group every week, and each one was worse than the last. Of course, the others in his group were outraged, but Alan didn't really care, or even notice what they were calling him, as long as they let him work in peace, he was fine. He took whatever art classes he could, and typically excelled at them. However, whenever the teacher wanted Alan to actually sell his art, as in, a silent auction the school put together in order to get more funds, he'd get mad, and just take it back home with him. Even to this day, he thinks his art is the worst, thanks to that bully and how those kids reacted back in 7th grade... even if everyone else has been telling him otherwise. Oddly enough, he's actually incredibly upbeat, just not the most social person you could come across, which caused other students to originally label him and his group of friends as 'emo'. That label obviously didn't stick when the group was seen outside during a sunny day, and talking about normal things rather than death or suicide.
His senior year in high school started off with him finding something very odd. Some strange, red and black device, which he quickly used to doodle a dragon or two on, just due to a habit of his. He then showed the device to as many students and teachers as he could, which wasn't easy, given that most of his speech consisted of 'Um...' and 'Uh...', that is, assuming he worked up the courage to actually talk to any of them. Nonetheless, nobody has been able to identify the device, or whatever use it might have, the art teacher even assumed it was another thing Alan made in ceramics and tried to get him to sell the thing, Alan, obviously, refused. Alan then hid the thing, and figured that he'd look it up online, once classes were done, and what ended up happening right then and there, at his home computer, while he was holding onto the odd device, might just end up changing his life.
-Stats: (List in *(Stars))
Morale: **
Athleticism: ***
Spirit: *****
Knowledge: *****
Psychology: *****
(I'll keep track of the Morality points)
Inventory: 1 mostly empty backpack (it has a textbook and a notebook that has his drawings in it), the clothes on his back.
BITS: 0</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
A playful smirk caught the young girl's face as her posture righted. She saw the somewhat plain looking boy some closer-the reason for the expression, and toyingly popped her hip out in his direction.
"Hey boy, I'm not in for that now, m'kay?" she teased, pausing a moment before bursting out into laughter, shaking her head at her own joke.
The clawed creature was making her uneasy. Something about him seemed... wrong, and his speech pattern was just... bizarre. A quizical glare locked on the scene as the one with the claws and gnarly looking wing vest back handed the ground-tadpole. Nadica wasn't sure what to make of this.
Pabumon sat, relatively quiet, a slow mist of bubbles emanating from the outer layer of the soft digital body. There was little to be done at the moment, so the Digimon's eyes closed, thinking about what would come next. For the time being, safety from larger Digimon had been attained, and thoughts soon drifted off in a somnant manner.
Becoming the center of attention, the masked creature leaned to the side, only to slowly rotate, placing a clawed hand to his face, as if lounging mid air. The eternal grin within the mask seemed to grow wider as he let out an almost giggling laugh.
"Close, meature, but you're wrong on the not part," he replied.
A slow, almost hearty chuckle left his throat as the small fuzzy Digimon approached. Slowly, he drifted down, then patted the other rather belittlingly on the head. Perhaps in a more disorienting way than before, the Digimon spread out his hands, rotating to stand once again on his feet before them.
"Yes, everything," he answered, sounding rather annoyed, almost drained, before perking up once more, "I, am Dracmon," he announced rather enthusiastically.
Punctuating his annunciation, his hands opened, claws tensing upwards, revealing two reeling eyes set within his palms, each iris matching the color of the corresponding eye in the mask.
A soft yelp left Nadica's lips at the exclamation, and specifically the gesture. A soft line of sweat gathered along her brow, and she seemed to be making a point of brushing her hair rather excessively over her left eye, which had been covered by this point. Her hands shook slightly, and, were it not for the conscious clinging of Pabumon, the small Digimon would have tumbled to the ground.
"C'mon... keep it together Nadica," she muttered to herself, posture seeming rather pensive.</s>
<|message|>Jason
Not really surprised by anything due to him just saying that this place was some sort of literal digital realm, or something, I almost expected him to have an extra set of eyes in his hands, after all, given everything up to this point, it was oddly normal, and as such, I had an 'unimpressed' face, or some sort of equivilant. He then told me his name, and was probably hoping I was too scared to continue talking, but I just asked, starting to get a little bored, honestly "So, Mr. Dracmon, any ideas on where some sort of civilization might be... or, anywhere where I won't get killed?" Alan backed away from what's-her-face, who was talking to that new guy. I would have told Alan to introduce himself, but I had a feeling that he was kinda, well, shy. I then start thinking, even if we found some sort of civilization, what kind of money would they have? Do they just let what they consider toddlers to roam around? Do these so-called toddlers have to pay for anything, or is there any sort of guardianship from the supposedly older, and most likely more powerful creatures? I assumed that even if I asked that, our guide here wouldn't even answer, heck, I'd be surprised if he answered the question I already asked him. I then overhear the girl muttering, and finally catch her name, though, if I just addressed her by name immediately, she'd think, or, rather, know that I was eavesdropping, and she was one of the few normal people here, I'd rather not lose her help... or, at least, whatever help a second, and now third, as someone else just ran into the scene, forgot to notice that earlier, person could provide.</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
Remus was enchanted by the strange creature that lounged on his shoulders, perplexed by its form but also what it was telling him "Look around you, out of all these other humans I chose you. They each seem capable people but I can tell you have a eye as discerning as mine, a cunning and wit to match those eyes and above all a spirit to hold on tight to what you want and this Zurumon wants to be your partner in crime! Your Femme Fatal!"
He looked into the creatures beady little eyes and grinned on part of its talk of his character but also that such a amorphous being was considering itself a female, this in turn caused Remus to take in more of the wonder of where he was and break free from his stupor, his mind no longer foggy he was able to not only see the being calling itself "Dracmon" but understand what it was saying, more importantly he understood that Dracmon was not only insulting him and the others but also unnerving one of his companions.
Despite the possible danger Remus made his way over to the imposing digimon, he stood in front of the girl and her bubbly digimon "Well Dracmon was it? You certainly seem to know a awful lot or is it you are simply hiding behind that mask? I think it would be easy to feel like a person of importance when surrounded by toddlers, after all "In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king. So enlighten me if you please, what do you want from us?"</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
The Digimon's clawed fingers turned up, wiggling for some strange reason, as though they were playing something like a piano.
"For you," the Digimon replied, pointing to the small red slime Digimon, "There can be no sanctuary. Not with that mark you bear," his tone exhibiting a childish mocking, if not a hint of knowing something behind his words.
He then rotated in the air, facing the boy in the large coat with the white hair, upon whose neck a Zurumon roosted.
"It is not the question of toddlers, only this one," he retorted, before laughing as one laughs when hearing something wholly ignorant, and finding it amusing, "It is best for those not to question that which they do not know, until the time is right. And for you, that's me."
"So," she began, taking a moment to clear her throat, the unease still in her voice as she ignored some of those around her, focusing on the matter at hand, "What... exactly, do you want from us?"
"Me? Oh, nothing," Dracmon retorted.</s>
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<|message|>Jason
I was about to ask the odd creature even more questions, but, given the fact that he doesn't seem to want to answer anything, I just decided to start heading in a direction, thinking that I'd find what I'm looking for eventually. "Come on, Alan, this guy's not answering anything anymore, we're leaving," I say to Alan who shrugs and starts following me through this forest. This place, not to mention this forest was still foreign to me, so I thought I was lost a few times but eventually, Alan and I made it to another clearing alive, and in one piece. "Ha, see, that wasn't so bad. We can do this without that guy answering questions, I mean, what does he know anyways?" I checked to make absolute sure that I didn't have any weird mark on my body, and from what I could see, I didn't have a single one... at least, not one that I wouldn't consider 'normal', so I assumed that the guy was lying just so I'd keep wandering around in the wilderness, and distrust other... whatever these things were.
"No sanctuary, not with the mark you bear," I mock in front of Alan, adding "Yeah, that invisible mark that only I can see. What? You can't see it? What a shame," my tone of voice was obviously a mocking one, given that neither Alan or I could find any unusual markings... but, then again, neither of us knew what we were looking for, and for all I knew, this marking was in a spot where I couldn't see it... I suppose I'd find out as soon as I entered some sort of civilization, I just hoped that Alan could run away fast enough if these... er... things decided they didn't like me due to what that weirdo from earlier said. Now, if I could just find another creature of the same species, maybe I'd be able to at least have Alan figure out what that mark is, because it would be the only difference between myself and that other creature. I think as I was just about to start wandering around in the other clearing, somewhat north of the one we were in before, however, before I do, I look back at where the others could be, and even tell Alan "Wait... we shouldn't abandon the others. Even if we don't know them, I'm sure they'll help us out in the future," I then stay put, waiting for anyone else to head towards this clearing.</s>
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<|description|>Jason
Species: Jyraimon
Gender: Male
Level: Baby: 1
Appearance: There don't appear to be any variations in his appearance, other than the Digital Hazard Mark on his back, of course.
Height: .3M
Personality/Backstory: An odd digimon that seems to wander around a certain area, lost and confused. Jason, as he likes to call himself, seems to constantly be looking for something. What that may be is anyone's guess. Jason also occasionally mumbles about strange things, and digimon observing him from a distance have since decided to keep that distance due to the digital hazard marking on his back. Thus far, he has yet to see another living thing other than the various plants in this world, and Jason just seems all the more confused because of it.
Family: Dragon's Roar
Attribute: Virus
EXP: 0/0
Techniques:
-Name: Fire Bubbles Type: Baby Technique Element: Fire Effect: Damages the opponent with fire that looks a bit like bubbles.
Features:
Ember Mirage - Digimon with this Feature may use their Power Based Fire Techniques to distort the air around them and transport to a location within their Movement range as a stream of embers in a short amount of time, and can do so three times daily. While not true Teleportation, Ember Mirage allows all Movement in battle to be taken as a Mini action when used. Use of Ember Mirage cancels Freeze, but all other status ailments remain and take their effect. This Feature can not travel through water, and distance traveled over water is reduced by 50%. However, this Feature may travel between gouts of flame or active Magma Vents for additional movement. Digimon using this Feature must make a roll of 2d6 plus Dexterity Modifier for successful transport. (Free- Requires Fire Technique or Flame like Body features.)
Deathly Power - Digimon with Deathly Power gains an extra 5 points of Power at creation, and for each level gained, but incur a 50% increase in Energy Costs to Techniques that utilize Power.(Free.)
Stats:
---Hit-Points: 3/3 (Current/Max)
---Energy: 4/4 (Current/Max)
----------Power: 5
----------Endurance: 4
----------Force: 5
----------Fortitude: 4
----------Dexterity: 4
----------Agility: 4
----------Vitality: 4
----------Wisdom: 4
----------Cunning: 4
----------Generation: 0/17 (Used/Total) [The GM has approved of this]
----Weight: 5g
Equipment: None at the moment.
Name: Alan Smithee
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Appearance: Alan, due to the coldness of Colorado, usually wears a thick, white jacket, and a pair of denim jeans. He's fairly skinny, and has short brown hair, which, for some reason always makes it look like he has bed head, and brown eyes, and pale skin. His nose is somewhat large, his eyebrows are very thick, and the same color as his hair, obviously, and his head, as a whole, is somewhat more spherical than average.
Bio: Alan was always the quiet one, never really wanting to talk to anyone, for whatever reason. If someone at school said 'hi' to him, he'd just wave, rather than actually talk. The first six years in school went relatively well, with students generally ignoring him, or thinking that he's 'creepy', and just leaving it at that. The reason they all thought he was weird was because he always seemed to be writing something down in his notebook. Everyone during those years assumed it was something pertaining to them, that he was stalking them, or something, but on his seventh year of school, the school bully finally decided to pay him attention, and the first thing that bully did? Steal his notebook and show it to absolutely everyone. The notebook itself was full of drawings of dragons, something Alan really liked to do, whether he was actually good at it or not. The other students, no longer seeing him as creepy, no longer ignored him, and always tried to be his friend. By now, Alan thought of himself as a loner, so all this attention just made him try to avoid the other students for a while. The school counselor eventually got him to stop that by the 8th grade, but he still didn't talk to the other students much, if ever.
By the time high school came around, he had his own small group of friends, though, much like him, they also didn't like talking to others very much. Interestingly, the more popular kids seemed to come up with a new label for his group every week, and each one was worse than the last. Of course, the others in his group were outraged, but Alan didn't really care, or even notice what they were calling him, as long as they let him work in peace, he was fine. He took whatever art classes he could, and typically excelled at them. However, whenever the teacher wanted Alan to actually sell his art, as in, a silent auction the school put together in order to get more funds, he'd get mad, and just take it back home with him. Even to this day, he thinks his art is the worst, thanks to that bully and how those kids reacted back in 7th grade... even if everyone else has been telling him otherwise. Oddly enough, he's actually incredibly upbeat, just not the most social person you could come across, which caused other students to originally label him and his group of friends as 'emo'. That label obviously didn't stick when the group was seen outside during a sunny day, and talking about normal things rather than death or suicide.
His senior year in high school started off with him finding something very odd. Some strange, red and black device, which he quickly used to doodle a dragon or two on, just due to a habit of his. He then showed the device to as many students and teachers as he could, which wasn't easy, given that most of his speech consisted of 'Um...' and 'Uh...', that is, assuming he worked up the courage to actually talk to any of them. Nonetheless, nobody has been able to identify the device, or whatever use it might have, the art teacher even assumed it was another thing Alan made in ceramics and tried to get him to sell the thing, Alan, obviously, refused. Alan then hid the thing, and figured that he'd look it up online, once classes were done, and what ended up happening right then and there, at his home computer, while he was holding onto the odd device, might just end up changing his life.
-Stats: (List in *(Stars))
Morale: **
Athleticism: ***
Spirit: *****
Knowledge: *****
Psychology: *****
(I'll keep track of the Morality points)
Inventory: 1 mostly empty backpack (it has a textbook and a notebook that has his drawings in it), the clothes on his back.
BITS: 0</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
While Remus was annoyed with Dracmon and his taunting, he did understand the folly of his confrontation, they were strange strangers in a strange land filled with even stranger strangers and here he was demanding answers. He closed his eyes and chuckled "Well Zurumon, I'd say if we want anything other than decay to set in we best get a move on!" He began to stride out ahead when he realized that two of the group members were missing.
He stopped dead on his heels and spun around, nearly flinging Zurumon off his neck. "Well friends it seems that we have nothing but each other, the clothes on are backs,these strange but colorful characters and devices and more questions then we can count, So I plan on finding some answers- He paused for a moment to see if anyone was listening and to let his words sink in "Anyone whose with me keep your eyes and mind open and stick close two of us are missing and anything or even nothing could be happening to them...Lets see to its nothing!" Not waiting for a response Remus straightened his coat and strode off in search of his missing not really acquaintance.</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
A glare from the multicolored, and multi-limbed eyes shot to the white haired boy for a moment.
"It would behoove you to listen, meatures," Dracmon remarked.
Nadica squeezed her eyes closed, her head falling into her hands for only a second. Pabumon began to slip, but the girl's elbows began to squeeze, and gripped the soapy Digimon, not letting the young one fall. A moment later, she looked up, giving a determined glare to the floating figure, with her hair all in her face. Still, she was sweating lightly, feeling alone against the gaze of Dracmon's four eyes.
"Okay..." Nadica began, attempting to steady her voice, "You obviously want to say something, or you would have already left."</s>
<|message|>Isaiah Feldsher
Meanwhile in the Real World...
Isaiah sat on the bus ride home by himself thinking in the back seat. How am I going to beat Todd's new armor in the game? He may be the best but there has to be a weakness to exploit with my teleporting. Only my short range is no good against his...
A rumble from his small blue gym bag interrupted his thoughts as the bus halted at his stop.
That was strange. Isaiah thought. But it was probably just the contents shifting.
He got up and walked off the bus saying goodbye to a few classmates on the way out. He still had to walk a flight of stairs to get to his street but he felt good to be out of school. He reached into his bag after the first step to make sure everything was in place. All the index cards were wrapped in their rubber band still. His planner was there, so was the Gameboy SP that he brought for the ride but didn't use anyway. The pencil and pen were both in the bottom so he put it out of his mind and stepped back off so he could race up the stairs.
As Isaiah bounded over the last stair at full speed in attempt to beat his prior times the bag shook again. He didn't take note of it as he was breathing deeply on his few steps to his home. The little white house with four windows and a purple door lodged between two brick houses was where his journey ended. He had a half hour before his parents would get home. That left plenty of time to relax with his pastime, computer gaming.
As he closed the door and entered into the living room the bag through itself off of his shoulder and shook around on the ground.
"Wow!" Isaiah exclaimed. "Is there an animal in there?"
He drew close with caution. His mind raced because he had just checked the bag a few minuets ago. He didn't think the bag could have gotten something inside. He reached down and opened it up and looked inside. He saw nothing unusual and sat on the black couch and looked again.
"Nothing in here should move." Isaiah said aloud. "Unless the game turned on."
He picked up the SP and flipped it open causing a bright light to snatch him and his bag up.
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Isiah hit the ground softly and sprung himself up while still in a daze. He couldn't make it all out but it seemed like a forest. There was a group of people around a strange creature. It seemed devilish to him. Then he felt something hit his shoe.
"Down here!" cried a small voice. "Your late! We are missing all the excitement!
"What? Isaiah replied to the little green ball. It had a tail and a small horn upon its head, and it bounced excitedly as he talked to it.
"I'll make it quick so we don't miss more! I'm Zerimon but my friends call me Eleazer. I think they do at least. That is if I have friends. Where was I?" said Eleazer. This confused Isaiah more.
"I don't know where your at, and I don't know where I am either. I'm Isaiah, lets be friends little guy. We both could use one about now."
"That sounds great Isaiah! But don't call me little, I'll have you know...." the Zerimon stopped. It looked at the other children and Digimon and back at Isaiah. "Well if I knew I would tell you but I don't so lets go!"
Isaiah nodded his head still confused and followed the hyperactive Digimon to the others still in view.</s>
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<|message|>Jason
We waited in the clearing for what seemed like hours, and in that time, I showed Alan a small body of water in the place, and he decided to draw me next to it. I have no idea why he brought art tools to a place like this, but... maybe he just didn't have a choice, or something. "So... they should be here by now, right?" I asked Alan, who as usual, shrugged. What was unusual, however, was the fact that he actually spoke, as well, this time "Dunno. Maybe they found some sort of mission to do in the forest, and we're just getting left out of everything," I was surprised by him speaking, but then just assumed that it meant he was more comfortable around me than he was, earlier. Once the picture was done, I headed off towards a particularly large tree, of course, knowing this place, it could have just as easily been a moderately large tree, or even a somewhat small one. "Well, this place doesn't have much going for it. This tree's pretty neat, though," I explained to Alan as he approached the tree. He sat under it for a while before finally saying "Yeah, I wonder where the others are. I mean, at least over here, we won't have to listen to that guy talk our ears off," I gave my best try at a shrug, and decided it would be best to just wait back at the edge of the clearing, just in case someone decided to actually try to find us. Of course, I could tell that Alan preferred to be alone, but, let's face it, we'd just be the blind leading the blind here, nobody would get anywhere, and we'd get there slowly.
We continued waiting for the others, and then it finally hit Alan "They're not going to head in this direction. We have to go check on them, at least," I tried to protest, but he picked me up, and headed in, anyways. "Alan... why can't we just wait longer? I'm sure they'll get here, soon enough..." I tried to tell him, but he answered with "I'm not sure they will. Besides, what if they're in a fight with that thing?" I would have said something about how I probably won't be much help in a fight right now, given just how weak I feel, but it seemed like they were all in the same boat as I was. The other creatures, the 'non-meatures' as I knew them, or, us? Either way, they all seemed to be at about the same strength level, that is, none, so the only way to beat something like him would be through numbers... which wouldn't work when one group has wandered off. I then just secretly hoped that they'd be able to at least stall until we can get there to... sort of... help...? Alan held onto me during the entire time where we retraced our steps to get back to the original clearing, and... thankfully, no fight was happening. He nudged me a few times once we got there, as if trying to ask me something without having to say anything, and I gave him a confused look. He then whispered "Well? Apologize. You were the one who convinced me to leave this place... apologize to everyone," that's when I figured out what the nudging was about, and I finally said "I'm sorry, everyone. I thought we were leaving, but we weren't. I'm sorry for trying to split up the group," I hoped that was enough, though, it didn't seem like we were that close to begin with, so... maybe it'll be forgotten about just as quickly.</s>
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<|description|>Jason
Species: Jyraimon
Gender: Male
Level: Baby: 1
Appearance: There don't appear to be any variations in his appearance, other than the Digital Hazard Mark on his back, of course.
Height: .3M
Personality/Backstory: An odd digimon that seems to wander around a certain area, lost and confused. Jason, as he likes to call himself, seems to constantly be looking for something. What that may be is anyone's guess. Jason also occasionally mumbles about strange things, and digimon observing him from a distance have since decided to keep that distance due to the digital hazard marking on his back. Thus far, he has yet to see another living thing other than the various plants in this world, and Jason just seems all the more confused because of it.
Family: Dragon's Roar
Attribute: Virus
EXP: 0/0
Techniques:
-Name: Fire Bubbles Type: Baby Technique Element: Fire Effect: Damages the opponent with fire that looks a bit like bubbles.
Features:
Ember Mirage - Digimon with this Feature may use their Power Based Fire Techniques to distort the air around them and transport to a location within their Movement range as a stream of embers in a short amount of time, and can do so three times daily. While not true Teleportation, Ember Mirage allows all Movement in battle to be taken as a Mini action when used. Use of Ember Mirage cancels Freeze, but all other status ailments remain and take their effect. This Feature can not travel through water, and distance traveled over water is reduced by 50%. However, this Feature may travel between gouts of flame or active Magma Vents for additional movement. Digimon using this Feature must make a roll of 2d6 plus Dexterity Modifier for successful transport. (Free- Requires Fire Technique or Flame like Body features.)
Deathly Power - Digimon with Deathly Power gains an extra 5 points of Power at creation, and for each level gained, but incur a 50% increase in Energy Costs to Techniques that utilize Power.(Free.)
Stats:
---Hit-Points: 3/3 (Current/Max)
---Energy: 4/4 (Current/Max)
----------Power: 5
----------Endurance: 4
----------Force: 5
----------Fortitude: 4
----------Dexterity: 4
----------Agility: 4
----------Vitality: 4
----------Wisdom: 4
----------Cunning: 4
----------Generation: 0/17 (Used/Total) [The GM has approved of this]
----Weight: 5g
Equipment: None at the moment.
Name: Alan Smithee
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Appearance: Alan, due to the coldness of Colorado, usually wears a thick, white jacket, and a pair of denim jeans. He's fairly skinny, and has short brown hair, which, for some reason always makes it look like he has bed head, and brown eyes, and pale skin. His nose is somewhat large, his eyebrows are very thick, and the same color as his hair, obviously, and his head, as a whole, is somewhat more spherical than average.
Bio: Alan was always the quiet one, never really wanting to talk to anyone, for whatever reason. If someone at school said 'hi' to him, he'd just wave, rather than actually talk. The first six years in school went relatively well, with students generally ignoring him, or thinking that he's 'creepy', and just leaving it at that. The reason they all thought he was weird was because he always seemed to be writing something down in his notebook. Everyone during those years assumed it was something pertaining to them, that he was stalking them, or something, but on his seventh year of school, the school bully finally decided to pay him attention, and the first thing that bully did? Steal his notebook and show it to absolutely everyone. The notebook itself was full of drawings of dragons, something Alan really liked to do, whether he was actually good at it or not. The other students, no longer seeing him as creepy, no longer ignored him, and always tried to be his friend. By now, Alan thought of himself as a loner, so all this attention just made him try to avoid the other students for a while. The school counselor eventually got him to stop that by the 8th grade, but he still didn't talk to the other students much, if ever.
By the time high school came around, he had his own small group of friends, though, much like him, they also didn't like talking to others very much. Interestingly, the more popular kids seemed to come up with a new label for his group every week, and each one was worse than the last. Of course, the others in his group were outraged, but Alan didn't really care, or even notice what they were calling him, as long as they let him work in peace, he was fine. He took whatever art classes he could, and typically excelled at them. However, whenever the teacher wanted Alan to actually sell his art, as in, a silent auction the school put together in order to get more funds, he'd get mad, and just take it back home with him. Even to this day, he thinks his art is the worst, thanks to that bully and how those kids reacted back in 7th grade... even if everyone else has been telling him otherwise. Oddly enough, he's actually incredibly upbeat, just not the most social person you could come across, which caused other students to originally label him and his group of friends as 'emo'. That label obviously didn't stick when the group was seen outside during a sunny day, and talking about normal things rather than death or suicide.
His senior year in high school started off with him finding something very odd. Some strange, red and black device, which he quickly used to doodle a dragon or two on, just due to a habit of his. He then showed the device to as many students and teachers as he could, which wasn't easy, given that most of his speech consisted of 'Um...' and 'Uh...', that is, assuming he worked up the courage to actually talk to any of them. Nonetheless, nobody has been able to identify the device, or whatever use it might have, the art teacher even assumed it was another thing Alan made in ceramics and tried to get him to sell the thing, Alan, obviously, refused. Alan then hid the thing, and figured that he'd look it up online, once classes were done, and what ended up happening right then and there, at his home computer, while he was holding onto the odd device, might just end up changing his life.
-Stats: (List in *(Stars))
Morale: **
Athleticism: ***
Spirit: *****
Knowledge: *****
Psychology: *****
(I'll keep track of the Morality points)
Inventory: 1 mostly empty backpack (it has a textbook and a notebook that has his drawings in it), the clothes on his back.
BITS: 0</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
Remus and Zuromon wandered about the forest in a clockwise fashion, circling around where they left the teasing creature and the rest of the group, that way they would be able to spot the boy who wandered off without getting completely separated from the rest of the group while at least attempting to search for there missing companion. "Despite making such a big deal about it I guess I was not all that prepared for a search and possible rescue huh?" "In all honesty I would not have really even thought of bothering, Sure that Dracmon was getting on my nerves-" Remus smirked and thought about bringing up the notion that judging by Zuromon's somewhat gelatinous nature if she even had nerves to be bothered but he kept it to himself since if anything it might affect her feelings. "Our chances of getting lost in our search where quite high, especially for a person we know little about." "I suppose I thought about that possibility and the more we are out here I realize that it was not the most well thought out plan but if we did find him gratification can certainly-" "Hush pet! I think I heard something!" "Oh I'm the pet!? Your the one-" "I said hush pet!" Zuromon hissed and with that Remus decided to zip his lips.
Coming into View was Alan and his creature, seemingly unharmed, Remus wanted to call out or say something but Zuromon seemed cross with him already just for being out here so he kept quite even in his approach back to the clearing where Dracmon and the others gathered. The duo leaned up against a tree and awaited for the Dracmon to regail them with more taunts but hopefully something worth listening to.</s>
<|message|>Isaiah Feldsher
Isaiah and Eleazar made their way into the group and came within 10 feet of the floating 4 eyed creature.
"What is it?" asked Isaiah aloud.
"It's one of us, sort of." responded Eleazar. "Don't be afraid, if it wanted to attack it would have."
Isaiah nodded at his Digimon before looking at the other people with little creatures around them. They seemed to be in the same situation he was in and probably would be no help, but the floating 4 eyed thing should be able to help.
"Who are you and why are we here" Isaiah asked Dracmon.</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
The floating Digimon gave a wicked grin as the boy approached with the Zerimon in tow.
"Ooh, observant ones, aren't we?" declared the Digimon with a somewhat forceful tone, arms thrust forward rapidly.
Visibly startled, Nadica fell back, now huddled on the ground, giving a shudder. Pabumon slipped from her arms, and jittered on the ground for a moment, before continuing to silently effervesce.
"I am Dracmon," he introduced himself more specifically, "And you're here because something's wrong. Guess you have to fix it. Too bad."
---
Nadica takes a penalty to Psychology.</s>
<|message|>Remus Archibald
Remus tilted an eyebrow at the creature referring to itself as Dracmon, his interest piqued "Wrong? What could be so wrong that you need us, complete strangers in a strange land to fix it? How are we even suppose to go about fixing it and more importantly, whats in it for us?" When Remus referred to "us" he was speaking about himself and Zurumon, he still remembered what she had said to him when he met her "You and I are going to accomplish great things." He certainly wanted to return to familiar grounds but really what was waiting for him? More roads to walk and alleys to slink through? A few odd jobs for chump change only to have to beat some random scum and turn the tables around on a potential mugging. A life always under the radar hiding from a wrathful woman lusting for money that only his name currently held and he himself had and would never actually hold? Besides here he at least had someone or more precisely something who thought he had a good head on his shoulders, since she seemed to be fond of them enough to lounge around them all day. "Why should we even bother with your problem when we should be finding a way home."</s>
<|message|>Isaiah Feldsher
Isaiah was about to speak when Eleazar started. "I think this might be your way home."
"I was going to say the same thing!" exclaimed Isaiah. "That's freaky."
"Eh, happens to me all the time." replied the Zerimon.
"So are you the problem we need to fix, you look evil enough." stated Isaiah. "Between all of us we should be able to handle you!"
Eleazar jumped up startled at what he heard. "Were not digivolved yet! What powers do you humans have to damage Dracmon?"</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
The floating Digimon began to giggle, then chuckle. Soon, he broke into a loud, boisterous, if not maniacal laugh.
"Hehe, hehehe, HAHAHAHA! Meatures are a hoot," he mused to himself, letting out a sigh to regather his spend breath, "No, fighting me won't do anything. Yes, you get to go home if you can fix things, maybe. To the north," he began, pointing in the direction behind him, "Castles have appeared, overnight. That's not too unusual. But the armies of Undead Digimon that ushered forth from their gates and began devouring all Digimon in their path, well... you see where I'm going with this," he then pointed with his left arm straight out, "The nearest village is east of here. About ninety kilometers away. Have fun."</s>
<|message|>Isaiah Feldsher
"Thanks I guess." replied Isaiah. He then turned to the rest of them. "So are we all going that way, or should we not trust this things direction?"</s>
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<|message|>Jason
"Well, he's the only lead we've got, we might as well follow, right?" I said with my best imitation of a shrug. Said imitation was so poor that it only served to remind me that I no longer possessed limbs. I really hoped that would change soon. I would have headed north, leaving the others behind again, however, Alan picked me up, and whispered "Do I have to remind you that they're our only allies right now? Please, stay with the group," I decided to not fight him and just wait until HE headed north, all the while, the rest were just standing there, looking at 'dracmon' as he talks and belittles us. I had enough free time to notice something a bit weird about this place... we were outside, yet, the air didn't really seem 'fresh', so to speak. It almost seemed artificial, or, possibly even alien, and, finally, once I was sure everyone was done listening, I reiterated my point "We might as well head north... it's the only direction that MAY lead to something," through this, I pointed out that pretty much none of us knew where we were going, or where we were supposed to be. I then recalled something that he just said... something about castles appearing overnight, and how that supposedly not unusual for this place, that the unusual thing was the undead ... digimon? Was that what they were called? That odd name almost reminded me of something else, but, the main thing was that, if these were robots, or some sort of thing made of code... how could there BE undead? You can rebuild a robot, or turn it off and on and it wouldn't be some undead monstrosity, right? Maybe I was just missing the point, and there was some other reason they called them undead, even if they technically weren't.</s>
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<|description|>Species: Botamon
Gender: Male
Level: Baby - 1
Appearance:
No obvious difference in appearance
Height: .5m
Personality: A very brave, if not stubborn, rash and hot-headed Digimon who spends many of his days looking for any Digimon he can do battle with and get stronger. Ever since he was hatched, he watched many powerful Digimon fighting, which always excited him. One day, however, he ended up getting caught in the middle of a particularly heated battle. But what happened then shocked him. An attack had come flying in his direction, off-target. He was sure to get destroyed by the blast...but the Digimon that had been the initial target took the hit for him, hindering his chances to win the battle. And yet, that Digimon did manage to win in the end. Ever since, he decided to follow that Pegasusmon's way of life. He pledged to one day be the strongest Digimon that ever existed...and he would use that power to protect those who couldn't protect themselves from dangerous or destructive Digimon. He will stand up for what he thinks is right, no matter what that might mean.
Family: Virus Busters
Attribute: Vaccine
EXP: (0/0)
Techniques:
* Acid Bubble
+ Energy cost: 2
+ Type: Baby Technique
+ Element: N/A
+ Effect: Attacks the target with an acidic bubble. Ranged; 1d6 damage.
Features:
* Vengeful Smite- After being damaged by a Virus Digimon, this Feature allows Techniques use to attack that Digimon with this Digimon unable to miss. Failed to-hit Rolls become glancing blows, and do half Damage. This does not stack or carry over between turns and must be used immediately. (Free.)
Stats:
---Hit-Points: (4/4)
---Energy: (2/2)
----------Power: 6
----------Endurance: 7
----------Force: 4
----------Fortitude: 5
----------Dexterity: 3
----------Agility: 2
----------Vitality: 7
----------Wisdom: 1
----------Cunning: 2
----------Generation: (0/8)
----Weight: 6g
Equipment:
* N/A - Nothing is equipped. No effects or bonuses.
Name: Hideaki "Hide" Saitou
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Appearance:
Bio: Hide was born in the United States, but raised in Japan. His parents were successful lawyers in the States and soon moved to Japan in order to become successful in another country's legal system as well when Hide was still a toddler. His father is a defense attorney and his mother a prosecutor. They both agree that they want Hideaki to also become a proficient attorney when he gets old enough, so they spared no expense to give him the greatest education they could. They home-schooled him, gave him the best private instructors that their money could buy.... When his high school-level days approached, he was practically buried by his books. Both those that he needed to study with and the ones he read in his personal time. However, his parents did often disagree on which side of the courtroom they wanted him to pursue. It was nothing major that they fought over, and the times they did fight about it, it was only in small bickers at a time. But eventually, Hide decided that he needed to start getting some fresh air to clear his head and get some fresh thoughts flowing.
It is during times like these that he often found himself wandering the town by himself, exploring and eventually making his way through various schools around the city, driven by his curiosity about how other children received their education. He would always carry a bookbag to avoid looking out of place. However, he never made outside friends. But he was content living the way he was. Loneliness never struck him so long as his parents continued to set time aside for him and play his favorite games with them...usually puzzle or strategy games like Chess. In fact, Chess quickly became his specialty. He played and studied the game so much that he was able to beat his father and any computer AI-controlled opponents in any program he ever installed on his personal computer on any difficulty level. He became a phenomenal tactician, learning how to read at least a couple of steps ahead. His parents harbored this talent of his and helped him grow it, as it would become very useful in courtroom arguments.
Hide continued to live peacefully in this manner, continuing his usual routine until he soon realized that his High School-level days were nearly behind him. It would not be long before he was sent off to a private college, where he would then transfer into a prestigious law school. He just hoped that he would be able to handle such a change in his lifestyle....
Stats:
- Morale: *****
- Athleticism: **
- Spirit: ****
- Knowledge: *****
- Psychology: ****
Inventory: Small Wallet (contains: a few different ID cards, a debit card, a credit card, ~1500 Yen), pocket chess board, a non-digital watch, Medium Bookbag (contains: a few small books, notebooks (70-page college ruled x3), water bottle, small medi-kit [contains: miniature flashlight, backup flashlight batteries (2 sets), adhesive bandages (10), gauze pads (5), gauze roll, elastic bandage roll, painkiller medication (unopened, 100 tablets), small scissors, mini turkey baster, tweezers], writing utensils (pencils, pens and a highlighter)), unopened package of "Wild Berry" flavored gum (15 sticks)
Bits: 0</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
The girl's gaze drifted along the chain of bubbles until it met what seemed to be a pile of green soap and suds on the ground. Curious, she leaned closer, only for a pair of black eyes and a yellow nub to meet her face. A startled, high pitched squeal- which was not very loud- heralded a stream of bubbles from the passifier like object, causing Nadica to swat them away from her eyes.
The squishy creature was about to flee, leaving an effervescent trail behind, when it was startled by a snapping branch. With surprising force, it leapt back, landing against the girl's chest. Instinctively, she clutched it, falling from the force, landing on something hard in her pocket she didn't realize she had. Before she could investigate, she heard a sound beyond the underbrush.
"Oh, well isn't this interesting," an impish voice cackled, as what appeared to be a black mask with red and blue eyes stuck itself into the clearing, a pale, fanged grin planted in the middle of its face, "And what are you doing here?" cackled the voice.</s>
<|message|>Jason
I started talking Alan's ear off as I followed him back to the clearing where we met everyone else, and, while I thought he'd be annoyed by my incessant chatter, he was somehow intrigued... at least, as far as I could tell. The kid didn't say a single word to me, and once we got back, there seemed to be one more creature than there was child. This one was even stranger than the other two... of course, I didn't really have room to talk, given my own appearance, however, at the risk of sounding rude, I ask the strange, fanged thing "Who... or what are you, exactly?" The other two kids had their own creatures, similar to myself, they were slime, or slug-like in appearance and physical properties, however, the other two kids at least spoke. Alan was stricken even more mute by the two unknown kids, let alone the other strange creature. Oddly, one of the kids was wearing his creature as if it were a scarf, while the other one, more specifically, the girl, was holding the thing close to her chest as if the creature was a precious baby, rather than some odd thing that had some sort of attachment to her. So, I guess I should be a little happier about this, I mean, I finally found other forms of life in this strange place, and I honestly hope that this fourth creature isn't hostile. I then remember that I haven't actually introduced myself to any of the others, but, given the situation, I supposed that could wait until a little later, at least.</s>
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<|message|>Species: Botamon
Hideaki looked around him, observing the school life of the students that attended this school. He was currently standing in the hallway of a new school, one that he had found the night before while looking at maps of the city again. After all, today was one of the few chances he had to explore the town a little bit more, since he did not have any particularly difficult school work to do back at the house unlike usual. Although in all honesty, he didn't particularly mind all of the busy work he was getting. After all, he was going to be something great when he grew up, and he'd be used to putting forth a lot of effort in what he was doing. So doing a real job would seem even easier than usual. Or at least, that's what his mother would tell him, though he wasn't sure how accurate that was.
He shifted his footing and adjusted the bag that was resting on his back. He hadn't wanted to look out of place to the other students, so he'd brought his book bag with him. In it, he carried a decent amount of supplies that either his parents forced him to bring with him whenever he left the house or simply random items to give it some additional weight. It also contained a few books for him to read when he was done looking in on classrooms. As he took another look around while a kid pushed past him in a hurry to make it to his next classroom, a loud ringing sounded throughout the hallway, and the leftover kids were now quickly pushing their way through open doorways into the classrooms that they were supposed to be in. He always found it rather amusing to watch the students hanging out in front of the lockers for a while until the bell rang, which would inevitably result in them hurrying the conversation to an end and rushing to their class to avoid being tardy.
Before long, the young man found himself in an empty hallway, with every classroom door closing, likely to make it obvious when a tardy student would make his way inside. He peeked through the nearest classroom door window and saw a familiar sight. According to the list of classes posted on the doorframe, the class being taught here right now was a Statistics class. An older woman was standing near the front of the class, preparing to turn a projector on. He let out a small sigh. He had seen enough of Statistics studies to last him until law school. And so, he decided to step away from the door and see what he could do next.
As the boy moved through the hallway, he ended up passing in front of a restroom. He decided to make a quick stop here before looking for a different classroom. He stepped into the bathroom and was finished with his break quickly enough. He fastened his belt back into place and stepped up to the sink. He reached to twist the faucet and let out the water, but he was suddenly alerted by a beeping sound at his waist. He looked down and grabbed hold of the cell phone his parents had given him. He looked at the screen and noticed that he had a text message from an unknown number.
'That's...strange,' he thought. 'Nobody ever gets a hold of me through texts. They all know that they're supposed to call me....' Curious, he unlocked the phone and selected the text message icon. Stranger still, there did not seem to even be a message with the text. After all, the spot where it would usually give you a preview of the text beneath the number was completely empty. He selected the message...and then suddenly everything went black.
~~~~~
"Hey, you!" a voice suddenly shouted. "What d'you think you're doing, still sleeping like that? Great, of all the humans I could have gotten stuck with, I guess I must've gotten the lazy one."
Suddenly, a thud to his side jolted the human awake. Hide's eyes finally opened and he let out a low groan as he sat himself upright. He reached up and rubbed his skull with an open palm. "What...?" he murmured, looking around him to try to figure out what had just happened. "Where...?" A moment later, he was silenced by his surroundings. No longer was he in the school he had been exploring just a short while ago. Instead, he found himself in a small field...no, rather a clearing in perhaps one of the strangest forests he'd ever seen. If he had to make a snap judgment, it would be that he had somehow ended up in some kind of industrial forest, created by someone with a strange hobby and too much time on their hands.
As he began to stand up, though, the voice spoke up again.
"Geez, it's about time. C'mon already, everybody's already awake and doing stuff!"
"Huh...?" Hide murmured, looking down to find the source of the voice. At his feet, staring up at him, was a small, black creature of some kind. The appearance of the creature startled him for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "W...wait. Are you talking to me...?" he asked it.
"No, I'm talking to the OTHER human still passed out on the floor." the black creature replied. Hide had a feeling that if he could have, he would have rolled his eyes.
Hide was stunned. What was this thing? And how was it talking...? "Erm...s-sorry...?" he murmured, pushing himself back up again.
"Well whatever," the thing said. "I guess we should probably introduce ourselves or something. The name's Botamon." He then hopped in place for a moment. "And you sure are a lucky one, 'cause I'm gonna be the strongest Digimon in the world one day."
"...Erm..." Hide mumbled, clearly still not quite comfortable with talking to a weird black blob with goldenrod eyes. "H-Hideaki Saitou." he finished uncomfortably. He currently had roughly twenty questions swimming around in his mind right now, but he could voice them later. Right now, he needed to gather his bearings....
"Well c'mon, the other guys are doing stuff already, so hurry up!" With that, he immediately turned around and started bouncing forward, making his way toward where most of the action was going on, in Nadica's direction. Or at least, from what he could tell after hearing that somewhat higher-pitched squealing sound. It was too quiet for Hide to pick up, but Botamon was just able to pick it up.
Hide was still just as stunned as before. But it seemed like this strange creature, or Botamon as he called himself, seemed to know a bit more than he did. And, at least on the surface, he didn't seem to be hostile. So for now, he decided to just accept what he was looking at. After all, this little guy was definitely real. He had hit him in the side in order to wake him, if the bruise he had on his side was any indication. So he had no real reason to doubt the reality of what was going on. At least, not yet. So if he wanted to learn more, he would undoubtedly need to stay with him. After coming to this conclusion, he nodded to himself and began to step forward, following Botamon toward where Nadica was currently located. He quickly took note of the other humans and creatures that were also nearby, but decided to approach them later. Right now, he wanted to stick close to Botamon.
"Hey, what's happening over here?" Botamon suddenly called out with a particular lack of subtlety toward the girl and the Pabumon he found over there.
Hide remained silent, content with simply observing from behind for now. He always thought it was too risky to make any moves without any information, unless he was otherwise forced to.</s>
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<|description|>Species: Botamon
Gender: Male
Level: Baby - 1
Appearance:
No obvious difference in appearance
Height: .5m
Personality: A very brave, if not stubborn, rash and hot-headed Digimon who spends many of his days looking for any Digimon he can do battle with and get stronger. Ever since he was hatched, he watched many powerful Digimon fighting, which always excited him. One day, however, he ended up getting caught in the middle of a particularly heated battle. But what happened then shocked him. An attack had come flying in his direction, off-target. He was sure to get destroyed by the blast...but the Digimon that had been the initial target took the hit for him, hindering his chances to win the battle. And yet, that Digimon did manage to win in the end. Ever since, he decided to follow that Pegasusmon's way of life. He pledged to one day be the strongest Digimon that ever existed...and he would use that power to protect those who couldn't protect themselves from dangerous or destructive Digimon. He will stand up for what he thinks is right, no matter what that might mean.
Family: Virus Busters
Attribute: Vaccine
EXP: (0/0)
Techniques:
* Acid Bubble
+ Energy cost: 2
+ Type: Baby Technique
+ Element: N/A
+ Effect: Attacks the target with an acidic bubble. Ranged; 1d6 damage.
Features:
* Vengeful Smite- After being damaged by a Virus Digimon, this Feature allows Techniques use to attack that Digimon with this Digimon unable to miss. Failed to-hit Rolls become glancing blows, and do half Damage. This does not stack or carry over between turns and must be used immediately. (Free.)
Stats:
---Hit-Points: (4/4)
---Energy: (2/2)
----------Power: 6
----------Endurance: 7
----------Force: 4
----------Fortitude: 5
----------Dexterity: 3
----------Agility: 2
----------Vitality: 7
----------Wisdom: 1
----------Cunning: 2
----------Generation: (0/8)
----Weight: 6g
Equipment:
* N/A - Nothing is equipped. No effects or bonuses.
Name: Hideaki "Hide" Saitou
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Appearance:
Bio: Hide was born in the United States, but raised in Japan. His parents were successful lawyers in the States and soon moved to Japan in order to become successful in another country's legal system as well when Hide was still a toddler. His father is a defense attorney and his mother a prosecutor. They both agree that they want Hideaki to also become a proficient attorney when he gets old enough, so they spared no expense to give him the greatest education they could. They home-schooled him, gave him the best private instructors that their money could buy.... When his high school-level days approached, he was practically buried by his books. Both those that he needed to study with and the ones he read in his personal time. However, his parents did often disagree on which side of the courtroom they wanted him to pursue. It was nothing major that they fought over, and the times they did fight about it, it was only in small bickers at a time. But eventually, Hide decided that he needed to start getting some fresh air to clear his head and get some fresh thoughts flowing.
It is during times like these that he often found himself wandering the town by himself, exploring and eventually making his way through various schools around the city, driven by his curiosity about how other children received their education. He would always carry a bookbag to avoid looking out of place. However, he never made outside friends. But he was content living the way he was. Loneliness never struck him so long as his parents continued to set time aside for him and play his favorite games with them...usually puzzle or strategy games like Chess. In fact, Chess quickly became his specialty. He played and studied the game so much that he was able to beat his father and any computer AI-controlled opponents in any program he ever installed on his personal computer on any difficulty level. He became a phenomenal tactician, learning how to read at least a couple of steps ahead. His parents harbored this talent of his and helped him grow it, as it would become very useful in courtroom arguments.
Hide continued to live peacefully in this manner, continuing his usual routine until he soon realized that his High School-level days were nearly behind him. It would not be long before he was sent off to a private college, where he would then transfer into a prestigious law school. He just hoped that he would be able to handle such a change in his lifestyle....
Stats:
- Morale: *****
- Athleticism: **
- Spirit: ****
- Knowledge: *****
- Psychology: ****
Inventory: Small Wallet (contains: a few different ID cards, a debit card, a credit card, ~1500 Yen), pocket chess board, a non-digital watch, Medium Bookbag (contains: a few small books, notebooks (70-page college ruled x3), water bottle, small medi-kit [contains: miniature flashlight, backup flashlight batteries (2 sets), adhesive bandages (10), gauze pads (5), gauze roll, elastic bandage roll, painkiller medication (unopened, 100 tablets), small scissors, mini turkey baster, tweezers], writing utensils (pencils, pens and a highlighter)), unopened package of "Wild Berry" flavored gum (15 sticks)
Bits: 0</s>
<|message|>Nadica Bludkros
"Wh-what the..." Nadica mumbled, rather startled by the strange visage which had appeared mere inches from her face.
The creature simply continued grinning, stepping out of the bushes with purple leather boots, which seemed to have claws or spikes of some kind, in a regal red, affixed to or sliced through the face of them. While the being in question seemed to wear pants, in lieu of a shirt, its small, bat like wings were simply crossed over its chest, and a blue gem was suspended between on golden chain, with several belts strapped around its pale arms. The creature's large hands with sharp, regal-red claws were placed on his hips in a rather comically authoritative manner, and its diminutive tail swished around behind it.
It was then that Nadica's thoughts finally clicked, and she looked down at the bubbly creature that was clinging to her chest. The other small creatures seemed able to talk- she had heard the muted murmurs of conversation from both sides, and the two boys which seemed to be around weren't talking to each other. Slowly, her gaze dropped from the bizarre visitor to the creature at her chest, whose constantly effervescing surface was starting to feel strange against her lace hemmed blouse.
"Um, hey little guy..." she began, rather nervously, before her voice seemed to calm significantly, "Don't worry, I gottcha."
The creature simply whimpered, causing the girl's lips to furrow in concern.
"Say, what's your name? And like... what even are you?" she asked as she began to catch stride with the situation.
"P-Pabumon," the little creature's tiny voice barely sighed.
Further conversation was halted by the rapid approach and rather loud exclamation by what Nadica could only process as a fat little land tadpole with ears or something. The fanged creature took notice rather quickly of the red creature's approach, his eyes seeming to sharpen for a fraction of an instant, as if something was wrong with this creature. However, the exclamation returned the comically self assured expression for which it would appear the creature was known. In a rather silly gesture, it lowered its large, clawed hand to the red creature's level.
"Don't be dense toddler," scoffed the imp demon, as he swatted the other on the head, before crossing his arms before his chest and laughing loudly.
However, the laughing soon stopped, as his gaze turned to the sky. A flash appeared, and a bright streak flowed with a strange, vectored pace, crashing to the ground. As the flash evaporated, another human appeared, soon accompanied by a small black fuzzy creature with tiny ears and yellow eyes.
"Well meatures, welcome to Digiworld!" the pale, masked Digimon announced.</s>
<|message|>Jason
The implike creature decided it was best to annoy, or otherwise taunt me, and to be honest, it worked "Who the heck are you calling 'toddler'!? I'll have you know that I-" I was cut off by Alan, of all people, saying "Don't do that. He looks quite a bit stronger than you are," I then made my way back to Alan, who might have just saved my skin back there, and overhear him calling something, or likely someone 'meatures'... he also welcomed us to something he called the 'Digiworld'. Digiworld? What in the world is that? Wait... obviously digi is short for digital... the term 'meatures'... does that mean that the imp guy's a robot!? Well, then, I guess I'd really be outmatched if I tried to fight him, then. I don't think I'm ready to fight a robot... not in this weird state I'm in after... well, that. I think, trying to make sense of everything the imp robot said to me, at this point blissfully unaware of the fact that I wasn't actually included in the term 'meatures', as he probably indicated that he was talking about the children, and not the... other things, like myself. This place being some sort of a digital world made a few things, such as the trees, and general lack of life up until now make a lot more sense... well, that was only relatively speaking, of course copper and plastic trees just growing out of the ground didn't make much sense in any context, but it made just a little bit more sense in this exact one, at least in that circuits usually used copper wiring due to its electrical properties, and plastic was a material commonly used to cover said electronics.</s>
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<|message|>Species: Botamon
The two individuals made their way over to where Nadica, Pabumon and this strange, masked creature was also standing. Hide felt almost as if he had accidentally walked into some stranger's conversation and was momentarily tempted to leave. However, he was stopped when the short creature mentioned the term "meatures." He immediately realized what he meant by the portmanteau of "meat" and "creatures." Did that then mean that these strange critters were not made of flesh and bone like humans were? But then, what were they exactly?
Well, the next thing the creature said definitely held some potential answers to that question. "Erm...excuse me, but...what do you mean by 'Digiworld?'" Hide asked, speaking up again. "Surely you don't mean that it's some kind of digital universe or something, do you? Because...I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty that I'm not digital." At this point, he had completely accepted the fact that these weird creatures were even present in the first place and that they could speak in plain English. He still wasn't sure what they were, but if there was any kind of credence to this "Digiworld" thing, then perhaps these strange non-"meatures" were actually made up of some form of physical data? But how could something like that be? He had felt Botamon himself. He was certainly no hologram or anything....
"Huh?" Botamn said, looking back at Hide questioningly. "Pft. Geez, I guess you can be a bit dense. Everything in the Digital World is digital. Why else would we call it that?"
"D-dense...?" Hide repeated, a little surprised that the single-minded creature would call him dense. "And...what do you mean, everything?"
But Botamon wasn't paying attention anymore. He was now looking at the larger, masked creature. "So who are you supposed to be, anyway?"</s>
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<|description|>Ludwig Wexler
Gender:Male
Homeworld:Ludwig drifted longer within the swirling chaos than any other Primarch when he was scattered alongside them by the chaos gods. His body came to rest on Veridia Secundus, a sister planet to a large mineral rich world. Veridia Secundus was the cardinal world, the seat of government for the sister worlds, and Primus was the planet from which the material wealth was mined.
Ludwig was adopted and named by one of the rich, Aristocratic families, the Wexler family to be precise. He was raised among decadence, taught the finer points of art, science and mathematics, but his interests lied elsewhere. In military history and strategy he found a special ability in, able to trounce any of the local planetary defence generals with ease. But, it would almost be all for Naught, until the rebellion of Veridia Primus. Sick of the Aristocrats living in decadence while the miners on Primus suffered, fighting for the most base of needs. Through sheer numbers the miners overwhelmed the forces stationed on Primus, and armed themselves. However, secundus would prove far harder to overcome, and the first attack was easily sent crawling back to Primus, broken and bloodied. Ludwig suggested they send forces to finish off the rebellion, but the aristocrats considered the rebellion to no longer be a threat, and so Ludwig was ignored. Then the rebels, less than a year later, attacked again. However, this time alongside the regular soldiers, terrible mutated monsters fought with the rebels.
With this new development the local defence forces were swept aside, outnumbered and unprepared for the onslaught. As the mutants and rebels razed the city, Ludwig strode out from the Wexler family estates, the family's personal guard behind him. Rallying the defence forces to him, Ludwig led the massively outnumbered makeshift army in a vicious counter attack. With Ludwig's superior tactical acumen and deadly accuracy, the coalition of defence forces pushed the mutants and their masters back, and eventually routing them entirely, driving them off of Veridia Secundus. However, this time Ludwig did not waste the opportunity to finish the job, and led his forces to Primus. After a 3 year war, all mutants and rebels had been purged from their footholds on Primus, driving them deep into the old mines. Ludwig ordered the mines to be sealed, ending the mutant threat. Lauded as a hero, Ludwig was made governor, and under his leadership Primus and Secundus have since Prospered.
Appearence:Ludwig has a strange complexion, but it is what had the Wexler family interested enough to take him in. His skin is a glittering gold color, and his long black hair forms a kind of halo framing his golden face. His size is incredible for a human, but only average for a primarch
Personality: A polite, and well groomed man, he is the perfect picture of refined grace. Intensely proud of his own pedigree, some consider the great man to be quite pompous and acuse him of looking down on others. Despite this, Ludwig is a deft leader, able to command effectively and efficiently.
Legion name:Incandescent Brotherhood
Favored tactics:Heavy artillery/Fortifications and anti siege tactics
Favored battlefield role:When on an offensive deployment, the Incandescent Brotherhood preferrs to stay at long range, using their extraordinary accuracy with heavy weapons to provide heavy long range support.
When defending, they quickly build comprehensive mazes of trench works and other defences, if there is no time they fortify pre-existing fortifications. After this they often eschew heavier weapons due to the claustrophobic nature of urban and anti siege warfare, defaulting to their bolters and changing tactics to a frantic, ultra close to medium range combat style
Legion characteristics/Ideology
The Incandescent Brotherhood is a proud legion, but much like it's primarch are often considered pompous or rude to those they deem lesser than themselves. Though they see melee when on the offensive as the lesser form of combat to range, it is as if the legion has two drastically different mind sets when attacking or defending. When on the offensive they do not close range with a foe unless absolutely necessary, preferring to not be caught in the filthy mire of close combat. However, once they are on the defensive, they become savagely desperate to hold their defenses, and are suddenly constantly embroiled in melee, and revel in it. This strange change in tactics and mindset are jarring to others, but the Brotherhood seems not to notice it.
Aside from war, many brothers follow more artful pursuits, much like their golden Primarch. They do not like to believe themselves to be savages, and these pursuits are what makes them "civilized" in their own words.
Hated enemy:N/A</s>
<|message|>Janus Zizuk.
The suns never set, here. It span around the sky, brushing against the horizon every so often, like it was taunting the people down below in their little tents with the promise of sleep. Janus tried not to let it bother him, as he folded his arms behind his head and lay down on the sand, waiting for sleep to take him. The wind was always quiet here. It spun lazily, chasing it's own tail like a thing the Elder had once talked about in one of his mad rants before the drink and the juice had claimed him away in the night. He took a moment to think back to those days, when the grains of sand had seemed so much more bigger, and the men so much taller. He smiled fondly, awash in childhood nostalgia.
Well, he certainly wasn't going to get any sleep, soon. Not with this perpetual sunlight. He sat up, and took stock of his surroundings. Just like every day on Vindaugr, the horizon was the same. Sand. Great piles of the stuff, sculpted and molded into slow waves, some dunes unfathomable metres in height, casting the closest thing this area ever received to night with their bulk. This place was nothing but that. Oh, and Janus. And his project.
The project lay in a comparatively flat part of sand. It was only a couple of centimetres high, but the thing took up a large amount of horizontal space. It lay across a dune, splitting it in half. Perhaps from above one might be able to see some pattern, but from ground level, all that could be seen was a thin pane of glass. And, at one corner, a piece of newly-forged anneleation crackled and smoked at the sand below it as it solidified. It fused with the rest of the piece, the liquid glass fusing with each successive layer of craftwork. If you put your ear to it, you could almost hear the material squealing, happy to be whole again. But you'd also set your hair on fire.
It was Janus' masterpiece. It'd taken him months to smelt the kilns, to use the secrets of glass and dust in this way, to set up the design and enact it out. No where else on this continent did one find anything close to this quality, nothing that even resembling it. Nothing even close. He'd done it alone, since he didn't trust anyone else to do his work for him. But it was almost complete. All it needed was the last final touch.
Janus took his time while admiring the thing, the way it glinted in the light. He remembered when he'd had the idea, in a dream during a sandstorm. He'd done his best to remember it, to write it down and to somehow immortalize it, but when the only thing you have next to you is sand and tarp, it'd been a wonder he'd managed to draw anything at all. Or that it hadn't blown away. Or a million and one other things had happened since, that hadn't shuffled him into doing this almost directly after his dream. The shamen called it a divine vision and had more or less shoved him out here, where his mad idea wouldn't hurt anyone else, and for good reason.
Janus stood, at the far end of the glass rectangle, and bent down, grasping at the thing with both hands. He heaved. The thing shook, groaned a hideous moan of stress and pain, but lifted up, agonizingly slowly, remnants of sand pouring off of it. He went under the thing, and brought it further and further up. The stained glass of a thousand layers creaking, slowly rising further and further up, until it touched the sky. The sun shone through the thing, leaving the coloured shadows all over the dunes. It was a figure, all in gold, and for a moment, it shone.
Janus pushed on.
The thing collapsed the other way, accelerating all the way down. It impacted on the sand and shattered quickly, the shards of a thousand pieces of glass making a noise almost like rain as, one by one, they embedded themselves into the desert. Soon the wind would rub them down to grain, and then there would be nothing left to ever show that anything but sand had ever been here. He grinned, and stretched his hands up in the air. Then he gathered up his things and went home. He took the long way.</s>
<|message|>PRIMARCH TARANIS
DAWN CAME UPON Rovato, the buzzing capital of Cogitatio, with only a slightly increased brightness in the air, and the chiming of the Cycle Tower, to alert its residents that it was time to wake. Watching his city from his study, Taranis was filled with disquiet. Despite the massive strides in science since his seizure of the Convention, the body of technocrats which ruled the world not a decade ago, and the resultant leaps in the quality of life for his people, the atmosphere was still damnably toxic and hostile. It was more than an aesthetic problem; it harmed the health of the people and reduced their life expectancy, and it wrecked havoc on travels to and from orbit. For Cogitatio to become prosperous once more, trade was vitally needed, and that was impossible as long as the raging clouds in the atmosphere posed a threat to shipping.
He sighed, and turned away from the view, the heavy steps of his augmented legs making audible clanks against the polished metal floor as he moved. He was tired; he was always tired, to tell the truth. His augmentations meant he required little sleep, only a few hours a week, but his damnably organic brain was still convinced that its physiological functions were not being fulfilled. Sleep was inefficient, a wasteful expense of his time. He made a silent note to himself to look into technologies permitting its elimination completely as he sat back down on his chair and began reviewing the previous day's reports.
Since his assumption of power, he had established a firm network of agents and informers, who reported to him all that he required to know. These reports ranged from the dramatic plots against his rule, to the mundane production levels in factories. A normal man would be swamped by all this information, but he was never a normal man to begin with, and with his extensive augmentations his capacity to retain and analyze such things was great indeed. Nevertheless, he had arranged set up a program that filtered the reports according to importance, and that day the most urgent missive was one from the observers who scanned the cosmos with their powerful sensors. They had detected a large force entering the system from the warp, it seemed; upon further investigation they identified it as an orc WAAAGH. And it was heading straight for Cogitatio.
Taranis stood up abrubtly, and left his study, passing the marching forms of his personal guard, and entered the relay center. He inputed the appropriate override code at a console, and at once, all radio communicators, all televisions- in short, every form of electronic media- interrupted their regular projections, and displayed instead their leader.
"People of Cogitatio," he began, booming in his voice, which rang louder and deeper than any other man's, "Two hours ago, a fleet of at least thirteen vessels, of unkown origin, entered our system. Since then, they have been positively identified as orcs."
In the metropolitan square of Rovato, the people gathered in their thousands in front of the giant projector, in spite of the sulfurous air. In manufactures across the world, and the settlements beyond, their kin did likewise, listening with creeping dread. "This is the largest such force we have seen on our world since man first walked it. Have no illusions; we are now in a crisis. We must deploy every means at our disposal to survive the coming storm."
"Keep calm, prepare, and follow all official instructions to the letter," he finished firmly, "And we shall overcome it. The future beckons."
***</s>
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<|message|>Ludwig Wexler
Ludwig awoke with a start. His glanced around the room, his study was just through the door to his left. The dream wouldn't leave him... a golden eagle... great wings spread and glowing. He stood and walked to his study, and attempted to busy his mind with the menial tasks of leadership. Court summons, mine damage reports, output of the mines, productivity loss and gains, and a myriad of other papers and data slates stacked high upon his desk. Just across the room sat an empty canvas, a huge painting yet to be painted. Ludwig dive into his work.
Ludwig was supernatural in his speed, dealing with the menial work was easy for his blazingly fast mind. He was threw with days if work in a matter of ours, but the dream never left his mind. He was called to the PDF headquarters to inspect the new trainees and deliver a speech to them. He made his way there, the eagle still shining in his vision, as he g ax be the speech the image and feeling from the dream lingered in his mind.
As he left for the debates of the courts he could not focus on the petty squabbles of the nobles. Hundreds of problems were addressed and solved or moved to another date for discussion. Possibility of rebellion in the mines, lack luster deposits, familial fights and issues of mind ownership. None of it mattered to Ludwig, who sat looking into the glass ceiling of the courthouse to the sky.
Ludwig had long since solved any real problems the planet had. Primus was firmly under control, the mines plentiful, peace and prosperity rained, and he couldn't care less. The vision was all that mattered, all that he saw, all that he thought. It haunted every waking moment, the day flew like a dream, and it felt he had only just left his study when he returned.
He opened the large window in the room and sat, watching the rapidly falling sun turn the sky red. He watched as it fell, and the sky went from gold to pink to red and orange. Suddenly, he stood, and turned to face his empty canvas. He moved quickly and began to paint furiously. For hours and hours he painted, the sun fell and the moon rose and still he painted. His dream drove him, it was as if he were possessed by it. When finally he finished, the sun had again begun to rise, and he stepped back, amazed by what he had painted.
For, when Ludwig saw what he had painted no golden eagle sat before him, but a great, glowing man, bedecked in golden gilded armor. He fell to his knees, and simply wondered... Who was coming? Who had he seen?</s>
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<|description|>Hannah Stone
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance (Anime or real pic or whatever xD):
Current weapons/equipment: Hannah has a handgun, however it has no ammo. She also carries around a pocket knife.
Brief personality: Hannah is very overprotective of her brother, and will do whatever it takes to assure his safety. She will always cuddle him and make sure that he is alright, as she loves him very much. He is the only thing she has left.
Brief bio/history: Hannah and Joel were born happily, one far after the other, to a pair of very loving and caring parents. Their father worked in the military, as a pilot, and the other worked as a teacher. Hannah grew up protective of her brother. If someone abused Joel in the tiniest way, his sister would be straight at their mother's doors, talking to them about their child, and what he or she had done. Joel loved his sister because of the way he treated her. When the walkers came, their mother immediately died, and the fate of their father was unknown. They ran away, and began their attempts to survive.
Other: N/A
Name: Joel Stone
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance (Anime or real pic or whatever xD):
Current weapons/equipment: He has nothing on him.
Brief personality: Joel is easily upset and scared, and with walkers going around, he gets even more scared and panicky. He feels a lot safer whenever he is around his sister. Joel always goes to her with his problems, even if he says to someone that he will not tell anyone.
Brief bio/history: Hannah and Joel were born happily, one far after the other, to a pair of very loving and caring parents. Their father worked in the military, as a pilot, and the other worked as a teacher. Hannah grew up protective of her brother. If someone abused Joel in the tiniest way, his sister would be straight at their mother's doors, talking to them about their child, and what he or she had done. Joel loved his sister because of the way he treated her. When the walkers came, their mother immediately died, and the fate of their father was unknown. They ran away, and began their attempts to survive.
Other: N/A</s>
<|message|>Hannah Stone
"Joel, not again."
"I-It's not my fault!"
"Just hurry up."
Hannah watches as her younger brother scurries off into the bathroom, and she immediately sits down, resting her hand on her head. They had been walking between stores, searching through what they could. Joel had been to the bathroom five minutes ago, in a different store, and now he had to go again. She closes her eyes, taking a moment to rest. The store was empty, just like the other few, and was quiet except the swinging . The building seemed to also be devoid of walkers, which was a plus.
Suddenly, a scream changed that last fact. Hannah saw something rushing toward her, and drew her knife. She only had a moment to move it out of the way as Joel grabbed her, hiding in her arms. "What is it? What is it?" She asks, as what looked to be a horde of walkers barreled toward them. Hannah screams, stabbing her knife into the head of one as the rest grab Joel, pulling them into their hordes. She then screams as she herself is pulled in-
Hannah opens her eyes, panting, looking around sharply with her knife in her hands. She hears a rattle, and jumps, turning to the direction of where it came from, seeing as Joel slowly makes his way back. "H-Hannah? What's wrong?" He asks.
"Nothing," She replies. "It was just a nightmare."</s>
<|message|>Sarah Smith
Sarah quietly walked down the empty streets of a small abandoned town, there were abandoned cars and dead bodies everywhere luckily they were taken out with headshots so she didn't have to worry about them coming after her. It was a rather cold night and the weather was getting worse, she jumped slightly when she heard a loud clap of thunder, quickly Sarah mad a run towards one of the closest stores and tried to open up the door. "Damn it it's locked.." Sarah muttered to herself, looking around she spotted a crow bar and lifted it up she quickly started to use it as a lever to pry the door open which it eventually did.
Sarah quietly looked around the empty room of what looked like a convenience store and slowly started to look around banging the butt of her knife on a wall to make sure that there weren't any walkers nearby satisfied she closed the door behind her and started to grab whatever food there was inside of the store.</s>
<|message|>Hannah Stone
Joel gave a nod, walking up to his sister and giving her a hug. Hannah sighs, feeling calmer with her brother hugging her. She pats the top of his head, smiling. "There, there, Joel. It's all going to be okay." She says soothingly. "We'll just continue what we are doing. It'll be fine." Hannah kisses the top of his head, and he looks up at her, pouting.
Suddenly, there was banging. It didn't sound like someone was trying to break in, rather they were trying attract attention, almost like she did when she was looking for walkers. "Joel, get behind me," Hannah says quietly and quickly, Joel immediately following her command as she pulled her pistol from her trousers. She had no ammunition for it, however she was sure that if there was a bandit, they would leave because of the gun. Suddenly, there was an oomph from behind her, and Hannah turns her head, gun up, to see Joel had tripped over his own feet onto the ground. "Joel, sssh!" She hisses, tugging him up and pulling him to her chest, gun up, ready to aim at anyone that came into the isle.</s>
<|message|>Sarah Smith
As Sarah continued to walk down the isle she quickly heard some movement, taking out her 1911 she turned on its flashlight attachment to it and searched around trying to find out if it is a walker or not. Quickly she ran straight for some cover, she looked around silently holding her breath slightly. "I'm not a walker!" Sarah yelled hoping that it was actually a human and not some sort of psychopath or undead.</s>
<|message|>Hannah Stone
Hannah cuddles the quivering Joel, listening to the callout. She had been correct, it was another human as apposed to a walker. However, just because the woman called out that she wasn't a walker didn't mean she wasn't a bandit, and that is what Hannah called out. "Just because you're Human doesn't mean you are a bandit!" Spotting a source of light, something directional, maybe a flashlight, Hannah begins to move up, her right hand holding the pistol resting on her left, which was holding her knife. Joel doesn't attempt to follow, he moves to the other side of the isle, further away in case something happened. Hannah pokes her head around the corner, along with her gun and knife, trying to search for the person to try and ward them off with her ammunition-less pistol.</s>
<|message|>Sarah Smith
"If I was a bandit I would have shot and killed you, or stolen all of your things!" Sarah yelled back, hoping that whoever was there would believe her, she slowly stood up and slowly took off her backpack full of supplies as well as her gun and any other weapons she had on her. She slowly held her hands up in the air in a non threatening way.</s>
<|message|>Hannah Stone
"J-Just leave!" Hannah shouts, getting a better aim at the hands that were now presenting themselves. She was ready to dart forward with her knife, or even throw it, just to kill the woman and make sure Joel was safe. "Just go! Leave and don't come-" She was interrupted by a loud scream, and her eyes widened. Another nightmare, please, please be another nightmare...
The yelling voice of Joel immediately proved that it was not a dream. Hannah immediately dropped her gun in shock, and rushed away. "Joel! Joel!" She cries out, running, not even bothering to pick up the empty gun. Joel had a walker on top of him, and he was holding it up, away from him. His sister grabs the undead woman, and hurls her to the ground, before swiftly stabbing her knife into it's head. "G-God, a-are you okay Joel? Joel?" Hannah looks to her younger brother, and squeals, getting to her knees. He was unconscious, having fainted from pure fear of the evil that had been on top of him, though Hannah in her overprotective mind feared the worst. She checked for his pulse, which was fine, and she searched over him for any bites with tears in her eyes. "He's okay, he's okay," She told herself.</s>
<|message|>Sarah Smith
Sarah just stood there calmly with her hands up staring at the other woman who was pointing a gun at her, she was scared but didn't want to show it in case someone wanted to exploit it. And then she heard a loud crashing sound as well as someone else screaming, seeing that the woman ended up dropping her gun Sarah quickly went down and picked it up. She checked the magazine in it and noticed that it was actually empty, and then made sure that the gun didn't have a bullet in the chamber yet. When she was satisfied that the gun was not loaded Sarah quickly ran over to where the woman had run off to.
Seeing a walker on the floor already dead Sarah quickly noticed a younger boy on the floor and aimed her gun down at him. "Has he been bit?" She asked, she didn't see the confrontation yet but she wanted to make sure.</s>
<|message|>Hannah Stone
After discovering that he in fact had no bites, Hannah almost hugged Joel to herself, however she was stopped by the sound of footsteps and the sight of a gun pointing at Joel. Sniffing sadly, she raises her hands, one of which held her knife. "N-No!" Hannah says, loudly. "He hasn't been bit!" Hannah grips the knife in her hand tight, as if she was going to destroy it with her grip before doing her plan of stabbing the knife into the woman. She just had to wait for the right time, and then she would strike. I will not let this bandit shoot my brother, she thinks to herself, her eyes straining to look at the woman.</s>
<|message|>Sarah Smith
Sarah still was not sure, she had seen this happen so many times in the past a loved one trying to hide the bite of their loved ones. "I have to check to be sure." She said kneeling down, if this woman was going to kill her she wouldn't mind it. "if you are going to kill me then I suggest you do it if you aren't scared to." She said inspecting the boy thoroughly until she was finally satisfied and stopped before standing up and started to walk away.</s>
<|message|>Hannah Stone
Hannah lets out a long sigh once Joel was checked over, but then suddenly a thought occurred to her. As Joel began to wake up, Hannah turned to the woman and she squints her eyes at her in a sort of half-glare. "So, where are you going now? With my gun?" She asks, standing up tall and walking after her. Joel, whom had just managed to get on his feet, begins to slowly follow behind his sister, feeling slightly dizzy from being knocked over by the walker.</s>
<|message|>Sarah Smith
Sarah stopped when she heard the girl asked where she was going and realized she was still holding her gun. "Somewhere else I can tell i'm not welcomed." She sighed and then handed Hannah back her gun and looked at her. "You know this thing isn't loaded right? And it wont be useful other then bashing heads in." She said handing the gun back to her, then she turned and started to make her way out.</s>
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<|message|>Hannah Stone
Hannah slowly takes the gun from the woman, looking at it as if working out if the woman had given Hannah her gun by accident. That wouldn've been very fortunate. "Well, the gun stopped you, didn't it? Hey, have you got a camp or something? Maybe it'd be better to stick as a group. Since you didn't shoot me." Hannah says after a moment of hesitation.</s>
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<|description|>Masaru
Appearace:
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Element: Native to fire
Abilities: Moderately skilled with hand to hand combat, and could easily compete as a novice gymnast. He is rather acrobatic, and knows several basic stances to firebending.
Personality: Masaru is normally easygoing and relaxed, but passionate at the wrong times, and occasionally about the wrong things. His lack of direction has hindered him before in his firebending lessons, but he has been able to bring himself to focus when needed. Despite his easygoing personality, he can become competitive in the blink of an eye, which brings him into a focused and stubborn state of mind.
Brief Bio: Masaru was born on Ember Island, and has lived with his mother, father, and older sister for the majority of his life. it wasn't until only a year before the white lotus started his training that his sister left the family to work as cryptologist and archivist.
From an early point in his life, the order of the white lotus has been working to keep the Avatar a secret. When Iluq began her attacks on the world, they decided to tell him about him being the Avatar and to begin his training. Before the White Lotus, Masaru has always struggled with his firebending. He displayed the aptitude for it, but could never focus. Months of training did well to focus him, and help him on his way to becoming a fully realized Avatar.
Extras: He has learned that starting fires with certain items can make them different colors, and keeps small little objects in his possession to bend different colors of fire.</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
"It's really up to the Avatar, but from what it sounds like, there's a lot more of them on this island than us, and if we start fighting they're all gonna notice. I could bend a tunnel back to the beach and I don't think we would be spotted. From there you could take us back the way we came, and I've got plenty of contacts in the Kingdom who would help us."</s>
<|message|>Masaru
"Just... One more time..." A young man panted to himself, his feet digging into the warm sand that covered the beach. Well, it wouldn't have been a beach without sand, that's like it's defning feature other than water. A beach wasn't a beach if it didn't have sand and water. Sand, small microbes of rocks and other things, like shells, that got just about everywhere. The rocks were usually brought down to that size because of the waters, which eroded the rocks over many, many years. He wondered what Ember Island would have been like centuries ago when the world was new, and did not have time to erode rocks, dirt, and other materials into sand. he wondered-
Masaru shook his head. He needed to stop procrastinating and get back to his forms. Beads of sweat trickled from his face. They hit the small particles of assorted mat-
"Gah!" He roared, his foot stomping the ground and accidentally heating it. It wasn't nearly enough to turn the sand into glass, but it was just enough for him to notice that he was unintentionally heating the ground beneath his feet.
He stood up fully, dropping out of his combat stance and wiggling his fingers into a small pocket on the belt that adorned his waist. It seemed to be a salt or power of some kind, white in color. He only took a pinch from the bag, and proceeded to start a fire within his hand. The salt made his flame burn a deep carmine color.
He grew the flame, playing with it and making sure that it stayed alive while he dropped into another stance. He was great at firebending, but there was always room for improvement. There was also the fact that the world was slowly being consumed in ice, and he had no teachers to help with the other elements.
Hopefully he only needed the strength and firepower of a dragon to take down the Water Tribe.
He sighed, dropping out of the stance once again and watching as the fire dissipated from the air. With little else on his mind, he walked away from his little secluded beach, heading back towards the actual town on Ember Island.
"Tano!" Masaru called out. His head turned to look at the Armadillo bear rolling towards him. While Masaru had been training and practicing, Tano had been sleeping, resting just in front of where the water had been at high tide that day. He could not allow the harness with Masaru's gear to get wet, and was smart enough to know where to sleep to avoid that problem.
The Armadillo bear unrolled completely, standing on its four legs and waiting patiently for Masaru to hop onto his back. If Masaru needed a quick getaway, which wasn't often in his homeland, He'd be against Tano's stomach holding on as the hybrid rolled about quickly. However, the two did not need to escape, and simply walked off towards the town.
Ember Island was his home. He knew it backwards and forward, and just about everyone there. He was only on the Island for a stop, though, and had come just to see his parents for a few days before the Fire Sages told him where to go. They'd probably send him off to one of those Air Temples. That was the next element that he needed to learn, anyways.
Little did Masaru know, two pairs of eyes were watching him from afar.</s>
<|message|>Yue Wudao
The clash of steel sang out all around him, while the stench of sweat filled his nostrils. The large room was hot, due to both the number of bodies working out in it, and the fact that there were Firebenders practicing as well. Yue's wooden staff connected with his opponent's shoulder. Hard enough to warn the man he had gotten hit, but gentle enough not to cause him injury. The two backed up a bit, resetting their match, and after a moment began again. As their sparring continued, Yue's face remained as blank as it had been when they first started over an hour ago. Though he was tiring, as evident by the sweat causing his hair to stick to him, and by his heavier breathing, his expression showed no signs of it. Unlike his opponent, who was much more visibly tired.
They went on for a while longer, before Yue's opponent bent over with his hands on his knees. The younger soldier let up his attacks and instantly made sure his ally and training partner was okay. Though he may have been serious, he wasn't uncaring. The two agreed to call it a day and went their separate ways. It was Yue's day off, so naturally he planned on spending it training, or reading, as usual. As he left the training hall he retrieved his other weapons from the wall. The jian he strapped to his waist, while the tessen was tucked into the long sleeve of his top. The staff stayed in his left hand, tucked up against his body respectfully.
As Yue was heading to his room to clean up after training, he was stopped by another soldier. Apparently his father, General Wudao, wanted to see him. After thanking the soldier, Yue changed directions and began the walk to his father's office. He couldn't help but wonder just what his father wanted from him. It must have been a new assignment of some kind, that was the only time the man ever talked to him. He prayed to whatever higher power was out there that this new assignment would be more fun than the last ones. Guard duty and border skirmishes were hellishly boring.
Yue approached his father's office and rapped sharply on the door. Entering at his father's command. "You wanted to see me sir?" Yue said, his expression calm as ever.
General Wudao's usually stern expression softened. 'Boy, I may be your commanding officer, but I'm also your father. When we're alone, you're allowed to refer to me as such." The man stated, just as calmly as his son had.
Yue bowed respectfully. "Of course, father." Though the way he said father was exactly the same as he would have said sir.
General Wudao rose from his desk and beckoned his son to come towards him. The man turned around and looked out the large window behind his desk, watching the people go about their day, most none the wiser about what would happen next. "As you probably already know, the Water Tribe seems to be set on world domination." The man explained after Yue went to stand next to him. "And as you also already know, the Avatar is from the Fire Nation this time. We have located him, a boy just a few years younger than yourself."
Yue listened in silence, but at this he perked up. "I assume the Avatar is the key to stopping the Water Tribe." He stated, not asked.
General Wudao nodded. "Right now, he is only capable of Firebending. He will need teachers if he is to master the other elements and keep the peace. That is where you come in." The man paused, making Yue think this entire thing was a cruel joke. He was incapable of teaching the Avatar any bending style. "Your new assignment is simple. Protect the Avatar at all costs. If you fail this mission, your life is forfeit."
Though he didn't show it, Yue was frightened by the prospect, but also excited by it. "I understand father, and I will not fail."
General Wudao smiled. "Atta boy. You will find the boy on Ember Island, I suggest you pack your things and move quickly, he'll be moving soon."
With that, Yue was dismissed, and left his father's office after giving the man a bow. Yue walked through the halls towards his room, his pace faster than normal and a bit of a spring in his step. His new mission most certainly wasn't going to be boring, that's for sure. His heart fluttered with excitement and his usual blank expression was slightly less blank and leaning towards a smile. He returned to his room and quickly packed a bag. Something light that wouldn't slow him down, but also contained very useful objects. The least useful thing he had was a book, but that was one thing he couldn't go without in his eyes.
Packing took him less than ten minutes, and after it was done, he set off. The only person he would even consider saying goodbye to was his mother, and likely his father had already told her, so that would have just been a waste of time. Instead he set off right away toward Ember Island. Keeping his new mission fresh in his mind. Find and protect the Avatar, no matter the cost.</s>
<|message|>Soro
Many people believed that the benders of the Water tribes were the undisputed masters of ocean travel. To be perfectly fair they weren't wrong to think so either; Being able to control the waters that were running under your ship was a major asset when it came to traveling by the waves after all, but had the Air Nomads ever bothered to set their minds towards ocean travel Soro was fairly certain that they would have given the Water benders a run for their money for that title.
Standing on the deck of a fire nation trader ship, Soro breathed deeply before letting out another good, solid gust of wind in order to fill the sails of the ship and drive it forwards over the somewhat still ocean towards Ember Island. It had been part of the arrangement that he had made with Captain Lee; In return for passage to Ember Island, Soro would help provide a steady breeze that would ensure that the trading ship got there days, if not a week ahead of schedule. Considering that the arrangement meant that both of them got to where they wanted to go in a safe and timely manner it had been working out just fine for all concerned.
Ember Island was already visible on the horizon; Wouldn't be long now until he could take some time to relax on its beaches for himself for a time. Encouraged by the fact that the journey was nearly at an end, Soro started to put a little more effort into the gusts of wind that he was pushing into the sails then he had been before.</s>
<|message|>Yuki Sha Ting
Yuki had been wandering alone for a while now since leaving her mentor. She had seen almost every corner of the Earth nation during her time studying earth bending. She had gotten appreciation for the vast diversity within the earth nation. However between her wanderings with her mentor and by herself, she felt she had probably missed just as much of the earth nation as she had explored. That nation was just that big. Anyways, after having mastered earth bending and wandering, she felt she needed to go someplace new. She was not well known as a thief but enough major places in the Earth kingdom knew of her nature. She obtained a passport with official earth nation documents, semi-legally, then jumped on the first ship out of the Earth kingdom. She did not care where she was going.
The ship it turned out took her to a place within the Fire Nation known as Ember Isle. As she stepped off the ship, she breathed deep. This was the first time she had been outside the Earth nation. Who could have imagined a poor girl from the slums of Ba Sing Se could ever make it this place or travel the world. She began to walk through the streets of this small town. She liked the style of the architecture. It was different than anything in the Earth kingdom. Different was good.
Yuki walked through the streets till she saw a stand selling fresh apples. She bite her lip as she approached. The owner was distracted with something behind the stand. Yuki grabs and apple in each hand. She casually pockets the apple in her left hand as she attracts the attention of the owner about the one on her right. "Pardon me sir, Your apples look delicious. How much, sir," She said politely and innocently. The man replied with a price. Yuki turned her head side ways and bite her lower lip. She replied, "Um... all i have it Earth natiom currency. Will that work?" Her left hand had been in her pocket keeping her stolen apple hidden. She pulls it out finally with a handful of earth nation coins.</s>
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<|message|>Masaru
"Earth Kingdom money, eh?" The market vendor looked at the coins in the young woman's hand. It was obviously Earth Kingdom money, by the round shape and square in the center, allowing it to be strung together with other, similar coins. Other than the material of the coin, all Earth Kingdom coins were the same shape, unlike the Fire Nation currency, which used four different shapes. He didn't have a problem with money from the other nations, as he had trade caravans come in from the Earth Kingdom normally, and up until recently, the Northern Water Tribe has also supplied him with a few goods. The Northern Tribe didn't seem to partake in the activities that the Southern Tribe did, but the world saw both of the tribes as enemies at the moment. It was a shame, but nothing he could do about it.
"Well, money is money." He said with a shrug, completely unaware that she had taken and hidden a second apple. "Five copper pieces please." He asked the girl, his hand out with his palm up, waiting for the money to be dropped or place in his hand.
Across the Market, a young man had glanced over at the girl and the vendor. During his brief look at them, he thought he had seen her take a second apple, but when he looked again, it was gone. he assumed that she must have placed it back. After all, her other hand was holding coins instead of the other apple.
Without any reason to really engage them, Masaru continued on, sitting on his Armadillo Bear as the two walked through the market.</s>
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<|description|>Erok
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Standing just over six feet tall, Erok has a medium to thick overall build, dark skin as typical of Water tribesmen, and short brown hair, slightly longer on the left side. He wears neutral colored clothes and overcoat when traveling, but also wears a black and blue armored suit, complete with an insulated mask while on a mission.
Element: Water
Abilities:
Erok is a soldier trained in combative water bending, as well as being trained in both hand to hand combat and with various swords. His training has increased his endurance, mental and physical stamina, in addition to active duty giving him experience in battling benders of other elements.
Erok is nearing mastery of water bending, and in particular, his greatest asset is his creativity. Work as an assassin and spy have lead him to be proficient at dealing with small groups of opponents; facing off against more than four opponents at once while alone places Erok at a disadvantage. However, Erok can often make a quick escape if he is alone. Erok is capable of freezing and boiling water without much effort, and his water movements are unlike other trained water benders in that his water will travel more often in specific shapes, rather than just waves. All this considered, Erok cannot control massive amounts of water at once very easily, instead putting a heavy focus on smaller amounts that he can exert better control of, in order to compensate.
Ice Grenade: Erok creates a hollow sphere of ice with liquid water inside, the liquid is then superheated before propelling it towards a target. The resulting explosion is not truly concussive as the name 'grenade' suggests, but it can have the potential to affect multiple human targets at once. The area taken up by the explosion is left too hot for a regularly clothed human, especially those in heavy armor, to be in, as doing so can result in major steam burns. The shrapnel created by the shattering ice is traveling fast enough to crush or pierce lightly armored targets. Unfortunately, this technique is rather difficult to preform on a large scale without either cover from a surface or from others defending Erok while he makes the grenade. In addition, the grenade can be made in various sizes to accommodate different needs. Quick escapes can be made from multiple enemies under the cover of such a grenade if it were the size of a fist, which is faster to create than one which would fit a fully grown human inside. Power scales accordingly, but almost always leaves strongly built or natural surrounding structures intact.
Ice Spike: This is not usually useful as a combat technique, but is instead a technique used for assassination. By bending water into a thin spike and making it much colder than average ice, it can easily pierce flesh, even though heavy clothing. This technique relies on absolute perfect accuracy, so hitting the proper area of a moving target in the midst of battle isn't usually an option. Using a variation of this technique, Erok can bend a spike large enough to be used as a spear, staff, or other such blunt force weapon. With more concentration, Erok can also make a dagger capable of cutting.
Steam Screen: Another technique originally not meant for combat, Steam Screen differs from the smaller Ice Spike in that it can be used to completely disable opponents in short order, so long as they are not aware or unable to defend against it. Typically, Erok will rapidly heat water from below his enemies until it boils, propelling steam upwards, potentially blinding foes. The scale of usefulness therefore depends almost entirely on how aware the foe is of their surroundings. If they are aware of the water surrounding them, they are not as likely to be taken unawares and harmed by it. Variations of the steam screen include shooting plumes of steam towards an opponent, creating a 'fog' through which Erok can conceal his position, and in certain situations, be useful as a propellent.
Survival Skills: Through experience he has also gained considerable survival abilitieswhich aid him when away from civilization.
Personality:
Erok is a straightforward man who prefers words to fists when possible. Usually cool-headed, Erok tends to become rather detached under pressure, a coping mechanism meant to shield Erok from emotion while working as an assassin. He is both an excellent tactician and strategist, although this is rather limited to his own abilities, as he tries to not count on the success of others in order to avoid disappointment or loss. Therefore, while he can construct an excellent large scale strategy, he is better served on the battlefield.
Erok was born in the Northern Water tribe to a high ranking soldier in the Water navy. An average childhood was enjoyed briefly before Erok's father, Koahn, was injured at sea. Having returned home safely, Koan nonetheless suspected war was fast approaching, and so began his son's water bending training, with the hopes that Erok would join the military in his stead. Erok agreed. The lessons were hard, but well learned, as Erok's skill grew. Eventually there came a point where Erok realized his control was greater than his overall power. To compensate, Erok grew creatively, bending water into intricate shapes and forms, eventually becoming one of the fastest water benders in the North.
Many years passed, and the Northern Water tribe had been annexed by the Southern Water tribe, now collectively known without prefix. Erok continued to serve in the military in his father's stead, and rose through the ranks until his talents were noticed by his superiors, who promoted him rapidly through the ranks of the intercontinental forces, until he was given the chance to form his own assassin group.
As Erok completed mission after mission, his patriotism began to severely waver. He could understand the political assassinations and military reconissance; he had been told that the other nations wanted to crush the water tribe entirely. However, he found this to be entirely untrue, that the other nations were actually defending themselves from a war Iluq of the Water Tribe started. Filled with regret and uncertainty, Erok made an uneasy contact with a Fire Nation Lieutenant, Chit Zai, through which Erok gave information about the Water Tribes movements, in order to defy Iluq from behind the scenes, effectively halting the Water Tribes advance on Fire territory. This unfortunately lead to suspicion, and a Fire Nation traitor operating as a spy for Iluq's forces burnt down the building in which Erok was hiding a dead drop meant for Chit. All believed Erok to have been killed in the blaze at the time, as a charred corpse with his coded credentials was found, but Erok managed to escape alive, using water bending to keep the flames at bay.
Erok made it his life's mission to dethrone Iluq after his apparent death, but couldn't find the right opportunity to do so; Erok's face being known by the Water Tribe, he wouldn't have been able to set foot in Water territory. So, by biding his time and gaining information, Erok found his intelligence recon skills put to good use as an information broker. During this time, he learns that the Avatar is still alive, and that the Avatar would be able to put an end to Iluq, in order to return balance to the world.</s>
<|message|>Masaru
Masaru could hear a familiar voice call out to him as he continued his form. Pausing, he stopped his training to look at his firebending master moving towards him. Given his current appearance and tone of voice, the Avatar knew that something was wrong. He hadn't seen Chit Zai in a while, but a look around the area and a glance at the black smoke in the air told him what he needed to know. Though he was sure of what was going on, Masaru decided to meet his master halfway, running towards him and stopping once he got close enough.
"Chit Zai." He started, glancing around once more to make sure he wasn't followed by anyone. "What happened? Where's that fire? Are we being followed?" He shot multiple questions at the older man, curious to know what was going on. Of course they had to be on an island of an archipelagic nation. Masaru had yet to learn waterbending, with it being the third element on his list to master, counting firebending of course.
He knew that they should go and find the white lotus escorts. They were experts at hiding away and avoiding Iluq's army, but where would they start? Ember Island wasn't a remarkably big place, but with the harvest festival taking place, it was hard to come across people on the streets.</s>
<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Chit Zai was pleased to find his protégé exactly where he should be. The young avatar was a spectacularly dedicated student, and showed so much promise with fire bending that there was no doubt he would surpass his teacher soon. He supposed that shouldn't come as a surprise, but somehow Chit Zai found it incredible every time he thought of the difference between the two of them. Fortunately Masaru came running to him, wasting no time.
In response to the barrage of questions Chit Zai jumped ahead to the salient points. "It is worse than I feared, Masaru." There was a brief pause as he scanned their surroundings. "Iluq's agents are already here, and a larger invasion force is coming. The island will be hers by nightfall." Again he looked around, wondering what had become of their white lotus escorts. He couldn't help but assume the worst. "I can get you to the earth nation if we leave now. Otherwise it may be too late..." though he was Masaru's elder, he respected the boy's judgement, and looked him in the eye awaiting his decision. After all, his loyalty was to the avatar even above himself; that was the duty he had sworn himself to.</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
She crossed her arms, surprisingly muscular for a 16 year old, over her chest as she sized him up. "I think so. Depends on who you are really. I'm Mao, for the record. Mao Lei. If you're who I think you are then you can help me get to the Ember Isles. There's a festival I'm trying to get to there, something to do with... lotuses?" She asked, hoping she was being discreet enough. Not that it would really matter, Iluq's agents already knew the Avatar was somewhere in the Ember Isles, she doubted a vague mention of lotuses would tell them anything they didn't already know. Hell, she probably knew less about where he was than they did.</s>
<|message|>Erok
"Mao Lei? I've heard your name mentioned before."
Erok smiled with some relief.
"You ran raids with the resistance in Ba Sing Se, didn't you? My name is Erok, I used to supply information to your friends a few years ago. During that time, I saw you when that wound was more fresh," Erok gestured to her eyepatch, "I didn't expect you of all people to come looking for me. And you're right, it has a lot to do with Lotus."
Erok turned away briefly, scanning the horizon quickly.
"And while I'd like to get to the Ember isles myself, I need to wait for a message. Once it arrives, we can leave. Otherwise--"
Erok cut himself short just as a messenger hawk swooped down and landed on a low branch next to him. Quickly unfurling the scroll from the hawk's pouch, Erok gave the hawk some bread as a signal to return home. While the hawk took off without a sound, his face became grim and pale as he read the hastily written note.
"What timing. This is it. Mao, if you are ready now, I can take you. I am needed at the isles to protect the Avatar. On the way, you can explain yourself more fully."
Erok turned and swifly hopped down the bank onto the sandy beach, to the water. There, he moved his arms in fluid motions until a small boat made entirely of ice had materialized. Erok turned to Mao expectantly.</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
She breathed a sigh of relief when it turned out he was in fact the person she was searching for. Or he was a very well informed agent, but if that was the case she had a suspicion she was dead either way, so she might as well take the chance. When he froze some of the water into a sort of ice-canoe she looked over at it dubiously, raising her surviving eyebrow in his direction, although she did walk over and step into the boat.
"If I freeze my butt off before we make it to the Avatar, I'm blaming you." She said in a voice that was entirely too cheerful for their potentially rather dire situation.</s>
<|message|>Masaru
"Well, I'd say we should leave the island to search for whoever you're looking for, but if they're coming here, that probably isn't a good idea." Masaru shrugged. He didn't know what to do, and as the Avatar, that was a problem. He either had to stay on the island and hold off against Iluq's forces and risk getting captured by her, or find the White Lotus escorts and leave the island and venture out to find Chit's contact. With the latter option, the risk of getting lost and not meeting the contact at all was very present.
He spent a moment in silence, weighing the options and coming to a decision that he hoped his master would side with. The Avatar he might have been, but he was still a kid in the company of Chit Zao and the escorts. "I think... I think we should leave the island, but stay close if that contact of yours decides to visit. Aren't there some islands out west by the Earth kingdom we can lay low at until we can get with your contact or whatever?"
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Meanwhile, in the middle of the ocean in between an unspecified Earth Kingdom peninsula and the eastern Fire Nation archipelago, a single figure strode across the water at great speeds, making their way quickly towards a small Fire Nation resort island.</s>
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<|message|>Erok
"Don't worry. At the speeds we'll be moving at, you'll barely have time to get cold."
Once Erok got into the boat in front of Mao, he swiftly swept his arms forwards, then inwards towards himself. As the boat pushed itself into the water, the sides of the vessel expanded upwards, pulling up more water and freezing it. Soon, both were encapsulated within an air bubble inside the ice. As the craft descended nearly thirty feet under the water, Erok began a pulling motion with one arm and a pushing motion with the other. Then the reverse. Water was being pulled from the front, and pushed away from the rear. Soon, they were traveling at blistering speeds, and through the crystal clear, non-reflective ice, Erok could see the shoreline fall away from them.
"We should be there in less than half an hour. Sorry if you get seasick on the way. If it's a better distraction, why don't you tell me more about why you are seeking the Avatar?"</s>
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<|description|>Erok
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Standing just over six feet tall, Erok has a medium to thick overall build, dark skin as typical of Water tribesmen, and short brown hair, slightly longer on the left side. He wears neutral colored clothes and overcoat when traveling, but also wears a black and blue armored suit, complete with an insulated mask while on a mission.
Element: Water
Abilities:
Erok is a soldier trained in combative water bending, as well as being trained in both hand to hand combat and with various swords. His training has increased his endurance, mental and physical stamina, in addition to active duty giving him experience in battling benders of other elements.
Erok is nearing mastery of water bending, and in particular, his greatest asset is his creativity. Work as an assassin and spy have lead him to be proficient at dealing with small groups of opponents; facing off against more than four opponents at once while alone places Erok at a disadvantage. However, Erok can often make a quick escape if he is alone. Erok is capable of freezing and boiling water without much effort, and his water movements are unlike other trained water benders in that his water will travel more often in specific shapes, rather than just waves. All this considered, Erok cannot control massive amounts of water at once very easily, instead putting a heavy focus on smaller amounts that he can exert better control of, in order to compensate.
Ice Grenade: Erok creates a hollow sphere of ice with liquid water inside, the liquid is then superheated before propelling it towards a target. The resulting explosion is not truly concussive as the name 'grenade' suggests, but it can have the potential to affect multiple human targets at once. The area taken up by the explosion is left too hot for a regularly clothed human, especially those in heavy armor, to be in, as doing so can result in major steam burns. The shrapnel created by the shattering ice is traveling fast enough to crush or pierce lightly armored targets. Unfortunately, this technique is rather difficult to preform on a large scale without either cover from a surface or from others defending Erok while he makes the grenade. In addition, the grenade can be made in various sizes to accommodate different needs. Quick escapes can be made from multiple enemies under the cover of such a grenade if it were the size of a fist, which is faster to create than one which would fit a fully grown human inside. Power scales accordingly, but almost always leaves strongly built or natural surrounding structures intact.
Ice Spike: This is not usually useful as a combat technique, but is instead a technique used for assassination. By bending water into a thin spike and making it much colder than average ice, it can easily pierce flesh, even though heavy clothing. This technique relies on absolute perfect accuracy, so hitting the proper area of a moving target in the midst of battle isn't usually an option. Using a variation of this technique, Erok can bend a spike large enough to be used as a spear, staff, or other such blunt force weapon. With more concentration, Erok can also make a dagger capable of cutting.
Steam Screen: Another technique originally not meant for combat, Steam Screen differs from the smaller Ice Spike in that it can be used to completely disable opponents in short order, so long as they are not aware or unable to defend against it. Typically, Erok will rapidly heat water from below his enemies until it boils, propelling steam upwards, potentially blinding foes. The scale of usefulness therefore depends almost entirely on how aware the foe is of their surroundings. If they are aware of the water surrounding them, they are not as likely to be taken unawares and harmed by it. Variations of the steam screen include shooting plumes of steam towards an opponent, creating a 'fog' through which Erok can conceal his position, and in certain situations, be useful as a propellent.
Survival Skills: Through experience he has also gained considerable survival abilitieswhich aid him when away from civilization.
Personality:
Erok is a straightforward man who prefers words to fists when possible. Usually cool-headed, Erok tends to become rather detached under pressure, a coping mechanism meant to shield Erok from emotion while working as an assassin. He is both an excellent tactician and strategist, although this is rather limited to his own abilities, as he tries to not count on the success of others in order to avoid disappointment or loss. Therefore, while he can construct an excellent large scale strategy, he is better served on the battlefield.
Erok was born in the Northern Water tribe to a high ranking soldier in the Water navy. An average childhood was enjoyed briefly before Erok's father, Koahn, was injured at sea. Having returned home safely, Koan nonetheless suspected war was fast approaching, and so began his son's water bending training, with the hopes that Erok would join the military in his stead. Erok agreed. The lessons were hard, but well learned, as Erok's skill grew. Eventually there came a point where Erok realized his control was greater than his overall power. To compensate, Erok grew creatively, bending water into intricate shapes and forms, eventually becoming one of the fastest water benders in the North.
Many years passed, and the Northern Water tribe had been annexed by the Southern Water tribe, now collectively known without prefix. Erok continued to serve in the military in his father's stead, and rose through the ranks until his talents were noticed by his superiors, who promoted him rapidly through the ranks of the intercontinental forces, until he was given the chance to form his own assassin group.
As Erok completed mission after mission, his patriotism began to severely waver. He could understand the political assassinations and military reconissance; he had been told that the other nations wanted to crush the water tribe entirely. However, he found this to be entirely untrue, that the other nations were actually defending themselves from a war Iluq of the Water Tribe started. Filled with regret and uncertainty, Erok made an uneasy contact with a Fire Nation Lieutenant, Chit Zai, through which Erok gave information about the Water Tribes movements, in order to defy Iluq from behind the scenes, effectively halting the Water Tribes advance on Fire territory. This unfortunately lead to suspicion, and a Fire Nation traitor operating as a spy for Iluq's forces burnt down the building in which Erok was hiding a dead drop meant for Chit. All believed Erok to have been killed in the blaze at the time, as a charred corpse with his coded credentials was found, but Erok managed to escape alive, using water bending to keep the flames at bay.
Erok made it his life's mission to dethrone Iluq after his apparent death, but couldn't find the right opportunity to do so; Erok's face being known by the Water Tribe, he wouldn't have been able to set foot in Water territory. So, by biding his time and gaining information, Erok found his intelligence recon skills put to good use as an information broker. During this time, he learns that the Avatar is still alive, and that the Avatar would be able to put an end to Iluq, in order to return balance to the world.</s>
<|message|>Erok
Erok nodded as Mai trailed off, and both looked pensively out at the swirling waters around them.
"Last I heard, the Avatar hasn't learned any other elements aside from their native Fire. I've never heard of an Avatar being taught multiple elements at once, let alone outside the traditional cycle, but we might not have much choice. I have a feeling that for a while, we'll be acting as bodyguards."
Together they sat in silence, contemplating the mess they were about to get themselves into, and the implications it would bring. Erok knew that without talented teachers, the Avatar's abilities wouldn't grow fast enough to fight Iluq in time to stop her. While he was sure that he could teach the Avatar how to Water bend and how to defend against it, he knew little of Mai's abilities other than that she was good enough to combat Water forces and escape intact. That had to mean something, at least.
The water around them was beginning to glow a little more warmly as they approached the shoreline, and though the sea was mostly clear, the sky above appeared to becoming cloudy. Erok continued his sweeping movements until they had resurfaced, sliding up and along the sandy shore and behind some nearby foliage. Gesturing for Mai to stand with him, he then bent the ice craft into liquid water again, allowing it to pour into the earth, soaking into the soil. They had arrived.
Black smoke was coiling up from the town. It would be risky to use his prepared flares at this point, lest he draw attention from the enemy. What if the Avatar and Chit couldn't get through the Water forces to the shoreline? They needed to move, and quickly.
"Mai, the plan at this point is to meet with the Avatar and his Fire bending master. If we don't happen to cross paths, they should send a bright purple or green plume of flame from this location, in which case we double back. I don't like the look of that smoke, they should be here by now; if they happened to be ambushed by traitor Fire military, they could be in serious trouble. I need to go help them, but I won't force you to come with. You can either stay here and wait for them, or come with me and help search, wherever you think you'd be most useful."</s>
<|message|>Zodin Fu
Zodin began to sweat as he sat in the sun watching the performer juggle fire. Almost half an hour as past, the the younger fellow had brought in quite the loot. He decided to quit for the day and pack up, apologizing to the crowed of 4 who stood around him watching. Zodin decided he might as well leave too, and proceeded to get up from the crate. He stretched his back and arranged his clothes so they were comfortable again. Moments later, after coming to the realization that he wasn't distracting his mind anymore, the words of his mysterious source had resurfaced from his subconscious. "Follow the patterns..." Zodin mumbled through his dry lips. Without a clear destination in mind he started to wander.
Zodin started to think of all the places in which he should start looking. He unintentionally started to think out loud as he wandered the sstreets of the coast lined town. "I've already deducted that the avatar would be somewhere in the Fire nation, since the previous avatar was of Earth origin. Where in the fire nation exactly, is hard to say. If only I could have some sort of connection in the fire nation, that way I could at least of some stable ground and a lead if I did enter the fire nation." Zodin realized he was talking out loud when he past a small crowed of boys who were kicking a ball in the street. The ball had rolled of the "field" and hit the side of Zodin's leg. Zodin hesitated when deciding if he should kick the ball back...He decided not to, and continued walking.
"I guess I will never find a lead or someone who can act as my connection to the world of underground information unless I actually travel to the fire nation." Zodin pondered some more on the topic. Zodin was no bounty hunter, but he did know how to squeeze information out of people, one or another. "It's decided, I leave for the fire nation at the break of dawn. Low sunlight, low foot traffic, and anybody who is awake, will be too tired to bother with me." Feeling accomplished with his basic plan, he walked towards the inn for a reservation. "It's getting cluody, might as well wasted the day at the bar."</s>
<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Chit Zai relaxed his stance a little bit. He found Masaru attempting a friendly conversation with the unknown interloper, which was not wise considering their circumstances. They are already under attack, this could easily be a trap of some kind. Chit zai decided to play along for now, but to be on guard. He spoke up as he was prompted by the avatar. "I am kumo, master of this dojo." There was the slightest pause as Chit Zai examined the young woman's face. "What can we do for you?"</s>
<|message|>Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
Jalika could appreciate deception, but when executed so poorly. The pause was evident, the younger man had obviously made that name up on the spot. Still, she didn't react. She bowed when the "master of this dojo" introduced himself. She held her hands in the Fire Nation tradition when she bowed low, and she allowed her head to dip a little bit as she hesitated to come up, as if lowering her head had put her off balance by blood rushing to it.
"Greetings, Sifu," she said to him, with a giggle, as if amused at herself.
She had suspicions about the two. The obvious deception was just the icing on the cake, with that strange spiritual aura that the younger man had. He could be an agent of the forces that were freezing the world. Or he could be something else.
The older man asked what she wanted, and she laughed as she deflected the question, "So... the smoke," she gestured wildly at the smoke that had brought her here, "Was you? Fire Bending?"</s>
<|message|>Masaru
"Uh..." He didn't know what to say to the woman. He didn't know if she was some sort of spy or something, and even telling her that they were the ones firebending could put them in jeopardy. He was losing focus, unraveling. He had to stop himself before it got worse.
He took a slow breath and began to clear his mind. Masaru's eyes closed as the world around him began to slow down to a near pause. He was well aware of how his avatar state could be triggered, even while knowing only one element, but he didn't want to keep spiraling into uncertainty to eventually reach that level of stress. His mind began to clear, no longer plagued with the thoughts of what could go wrong. His mind was being cleansed, and he only hoped that the woman and anybody nearby weren't sensitive to spiritual energy. He knew that he was risking their position to Iluq's agents, but he needed a clear head.
Masaru's eyes opened just as slowly as they closed. He instantly smiled at the woman and shook his head. "Nope! Wasn't us." He replied rather quickly.
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The woman rose from the water and glided across it as she neared one of the beaches on ember island. Well on her way to the island, she encountered two people who she believed might be able to lead her to the avatar. They stood out among others she had seen, especially the one with the eye patch.
Stepping onto the sands, the woman dried herself off using her waterbending, and slowly approached the duo.
"You should definately go with the man, earth woman." She spoke out loudly but calmly to the woman. "The avatar will need all the help he can get, and I need a challenge." A wild smirk appeared on her face as she rapidly approached them, ready to attack.</s>
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<|message|>Erok
Erok felt his heart drop as the woman's voice cut maliciously through the air. Immediately, he knew the best chance of success in his mission depended on finding the Avatar, now.
"Go and hide," Erok muttered under his breath to Mai, too low for the mystery water bending woman to hear, "And lay low. I'm going to find him, then we'll escape. Good luck."
This enemy was an unknown quantity. If she was another water bending master, a direct confrontation could take too long. As Erok turned and fired a plume of steam to give Mai some cover so she could earth bend into a better hiding spot, he surrounded himself with multiple spheres of ice and ran towards the plume of smoke. Once again, choices were being made beyond Erok's control; he needed to find the Avatar and his teacher, to better the odds of their escape.</s>
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<|description|>Mao Lei
CS:
Age: 16 (and a half, as she likes to remind people)
Gender: Female
Element: Earth
Abilities: Mao has gotten most of her training in guerrilla warfare, and she is at her most effective in a situation where the opponent doesn't know what she can do, or an ambush. Her fighting style focuses on immobilizing targets limbs to keep them from bending, and occasionally blinding them with clouds of dirt or sand but she is also quite adept with typical earthbending techniques. She is not a master in any one particular style of Earthbending, but is instead effective with a wide number and combines them into a very effective, unpredictable style.
Personality: Mao is surprisingly chipper for someone who lost her home and family to Iluq's conquest, but that's partially to disguise her trauma over the event. She is a fairly tough and stubborn individual, but she could be prone to a breakdown with the right prodding.
Brief Bio: Mao lived a rather peaceful life with her parents and younger sister in Ba Sing Se. They were not particularly wealthy but lived a happy life together, with Mao getting her early earthbending teaching from her father. That was, until the Water Tribe conquest finally reached Ba Sing Se. When Water Tribe soldiers arrived at their small home, Mao's father attempted to protect them while Mao created a secret back passage for them to escape through. Her mother was lost during the escape and when she made it to the outer walls it was just her and her little sister, and she used her earthbending to try and tunnel through the wall. It worked, but she only managed to get her sister outside the wall before the soldiers caught up to them, dragging her back into the city and taking her eye in the process. Eventually she made her way into the network of underground tunnels used by the Earth Kingdom Resistance, and joined them in their raids for awhile before deciding that their tactics were proving ineffective, and she chose to seek out the Avatar.
Extras:</s>
<|message|>Masaru
"One more time." The young man whispered to himself, sweat dripping down his face. He had to keep going until he fell over. he had to get this firebending stance right. It was one of the few advanced stances that he had learned so far, and he could definitely see why it was called such.
It had all started a few days beforehand when he, his firebending master, and the two White Lotus escorts arrived on Ember Island. They had to lay low to avoid Iluq and her forces, but with each and every passing day, the world got colder. They knew that much, and the White Lotus escorts wanted it to be known that they only had so much time before the inevitable final battle took place between the avatar and the self-proclaimed Queen of Frost. The conversation became so heated that Masaru stormed away and took it as a challenge to master the rest of the stances and techniques as fast as he could in order to proceed to the next element.
His fist shot out in front of him, producing a mighty blast of fire. Before the fire could dissipate, Masaru launched his other fist forward and pretended as if he had struck his opponent. His hands retracted back to his sides, his body spinning around and moving around the circle that was supposed to be where his opponent stood. he moved his hands quickly, making sure to scrape against one of the materials that he had collected during his travels. With the spark it caused, Masaru began to firebend again, his flames now a dark red with purple flames spouting from the base.
He continued his form quickly and ferociously, his colored flames still intact as he finished.
He paused to take a deep and heavy breath. Several minutes passed before a word escaped his lips. "Again." he whispered, beginning the form once more. He was sure that his entire body was covered in sweat, as he had been practicing all morning and well into the afternoon.</s>
<|message|>Erok
Meanwhile, at the coast of the Earth Kingdom's Westernmost peninsula, Erok was waiting.
An uneasy chill may have permeated the air and earth, and the tree he leaned against as he took a break from his day long march had become withered from the unnatural winter, but Erok took no notice of these things. Instead his eyes scanned the horizon out to sea, where he knew the Fire Nation lay in wait, to the Ember isles, where the worlds saviour trained. Looking further, to the northwest, he knew that the Water Nation was going to make an attempt at the Avatar. He knew all this through his various sources in the Earth Kingdom. Traders and Merchants who spread rumors, but truth as well.
Erok had sent warning to his only remaining Fire Nation contact, Chit Zai. If Erok knew what was happening, then Iluq would know as well.
Erok had only to wait from the all clear from Chit, then he could make his move. He didn't like the idea of being recognized as a Water bender in the Fire Nation without someone to vouch for him.</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
Mao Lei had been walking for days since she left Ba Sing Se, her travels taking significantly longer since she had to dodge checkpoints on the main roads, resulting in wide detours through significantly less traversable landscape. But she was finally here, almost at the peninsula where the Earth Kingdoms borders were closest to the Ember Isles, where she had been told she might find someone who could help her locate the Avatar.
All she knew was that the Earth Kingdom Rebellion had received occasional contact from a Water Tribe soldier who was supposed to be dead. It was only due to one of her higher-ranking friends that she learned that contact might still be alive, and searching for the same person as she was. This was supposed to be the location she might find him, and if he wasn't here, well, she'd figure something else out. She always did, after all.
The man standing solemnly facing the sea was the only person out here, at least that she could see, and that made him her best chance. As she approached it certainly became clear that he had water tribe features, which made her both excited and uneasy. Could he be the Waterbender she was searching for? Or was he a soldier loyal to Iluq, not wearing his outfit? She cursed herself for not learning any of the code sentences she could have used. Well, maybe she could figure him out with some small talk.
She made her way over to the man, not making much attempt to stay hidden but her training resulted in a rather quiet walk to him before she spoke up, almost next to him. "Chilly, isn't it? Then again, I'm sure the poles are a lot colder, huh."</s>
<|message|>Erok
"More than you know. Aren't you a little far from home?"
The nearest village had to have been at least thirty miles away; it was too dangerous these days for people to live on their own without the protection of walls, especially so close to the sea. Erok turned to face her, wondering why she had approached him so openly with small talk. Perhaps she had some idea of who he was, or what he was doing. Attempting to size her up and evaluate if she would be a threat to him, Erok tried a more direct route.
"Have you been looking for me?"</s>
<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Back on ember island, Where things were normally peaceful, a large plume of black smoke rose over the town square. One of two foreboding signs that summer afternoon. There was also a distinct chill in the air, blowing in from the south. The smoke grew thicker and seemed to spread across the town, as though a wild fire were out of control. Worse, the source seemed to be headed towards the white lotus hide out where the young avatar was being housed.
Chit Zai sprinted as hard as he could through the maze like streets of ember island. His legs and lungs burning with desperation and fatigue. As he rounded a corner, Chit Zai put his back to the wall and carefully peered back down the street. Just as he began to hope, all three of Iluq's agents came running around the corner. Without any further hesitation he was on the move again; burning everything in his wake, in hopes that it might slow them down. Thank the spirits that today was a harvest festival, and the town was entirely deserted, or people would be in serious danger.
An hour after the chase began, Chit Zai finally gave them the slip. He had to double back, costing him more time, but it was better than leading Iluq straight to the avatar. He approached from the training fields, as that's normally where Masaru could be found. "Avatar!" He called before he spotted him. There was no time to waste. He just hoped that his warning arrives in time for erok to help them.</s>
<|message|>Masaru
Masaru could hear a familiar voice call out to him as he continued his form. Pausing, he stopped his training to look at his firebending master moving towards him. Given his current appearance and tone of voice, the Avatar knew that something was wrong. He hadn't seen Chit Zai in a while, but a look around the area and a glance at the black smoke in the air told him what he needed to know. Though he was sure of what was going on, Masaru decided to meet his master halfway, running towards him and stopping once he got close enough.
"Chit Zai." He started, glancing around once more to make sure he wasn't followed by anyone. "What happened? Where's that fire? Are we being followed?" He shot multiple questions at the older man, curious to know what was going on. Of course they had to be on an island of an archipelagic nation. Masaru had yet to learn waterbending, with it being the third element on his list to master, counting firebending of course.
He knew that they should go and find the white lotus escorts. They were experts at hiding away and avoiding Iluq's army, but where would they start? Ember Island wasn't a remarkably big place, but with the harvest festival taking place, it was hard to come across people on the streets.</s>
<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Chit Zai was pleased to find his protégé exactly where he should be. The young avatar was a spectacularly dedicated student, and showed so much promise with fire bending that there was no doubt he would surpass his teacher soon. He supposed that shouldn't come as a surprise, but somehow Chit Zai found it incredible every time he thought of the difference between the two of them. Fortunately Masaru came running to him, wasting no time.
In response to the barrage of questions Chit Zai jumped ahead to the salient points. "It is worse than I feared, Masaru." There was a brief pause as he scanned their surroundings. "Iluq's agents are already here, and a larger invasion force is coming. The island will be hers by nightfall." Again he looked around, wondering what had become of their white lotus escorts. He couldn't help but assume the worst. "I can get you to the earth nation if we leave now. Otherwise it may be too late..." though he was Masaru's elder, he respected the boy's judgement, and looked him in the eye awaiting his decision. After all, his loyalty was to the avatar even above himself; that was the duty he had sworn himself to.</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
She crossed her arms, surprisingly muscular for a 16 year old, over her chest as she sized him up. "I think so. Depends on who you are really. I'm Mao, for the record. Mao Lei. If you're who I think you are then you can help me get to the Ember Isles. There's a festival I'm trying to get to there, something to do with... lotuses?" She asked, hoping she was being discreet enough. Not that it would really matter, Iluq's agents already knew the Avatar was somewhere in the Ember Isles, she doubted a vague mention of lotuses would tell them anything they didn't already know. Hell, she probably knew less about where he was than they did.</s>
<|message|>Erok
"Mao Lei? I've heard your name mentioned before."
Erok smiled with some relief.
"You ran raids with the resistance in Ba Sing Se, didn't you? My name is Erok, I used to supply information to your friends a few years ago. During that time, I saw you when that wound was more fresh," Erok gestured to her eyepatch, "I didn't expect you of all people to come looking for me. And you're right, it has a lot to do with Lotus."
Erok turned away briefly, scanning the horizon quickly.
"And while I'd like to get to the Ember isles myself, I need to wait for a message. Once it arrives, we can leave. Otherwise--"
Erok cut himself short just as a messenger hawk swooped down and landed on a low branch next to him. Quickly unfurling the scroll from the hawk's pouch, Erok gave the hawk some bread as a signal to return home. While the hawk took off without a sound, his face became grim and pale as he read the hastily written note.
"What timing. This is it. Mao, if you are ready now, I can take you. I am needed at the isles to protect the Avatar. On the way, you can explain yourself more fully."
Erok turned and swifly hopped down the bank onto the sandy beach, to the water. There, he moved his arms in fluid motions until a small boat made entirely of ice had materialized. Erok turned to Mao expectantly.</s>
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<|message|>Mao Lei
She breathed a sigh of relief when it turned out he was in fact the person she was searching for. Or he was a very well informed agent, but if that was the case she had a suspicion she was dead either way, so she might as well take the chance. When he froze some of the water into a sort of ice-canoe she looked over at it dubiously, raising her surviving eyebrow in his direction, although she did walk over and step into the boat.
"If I freeze my butt off before we make it to the Avatar, I'm blaming you." She said in a voice that was entirely too cheerful for their potentially rather dire situation.</s>
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<|description|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
CS:
Appearace: 5'11 and 185lbs, he has an average build with semi-muscular composure and broad shoulders. His black hair goes only halfway down his neck with groups of strands falling haphazardly over his face (from months of not grooming properly.) Usually wears simple cloaks and robes over neutral looking clothes, but he also has a modified military uniform that grants him protection without restricting his movements.
Age:22
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Abilities: Chit Zai is a highly skilled prodigy of the fire nation military. He has mastered all basic and is adept in advanced fire bending techniques, including the use of lightning. This does not make him perfect however, he believes that to only be the foundation of his martial arts and hopes to combine experience in the world and his own creativity to develop into an much greater fire bender. He is also in experienced in fighting any of the other elements, which leaves him susceptible to the unexpected.
Personality: Chit Zai is strong willed, intelligent, and determined to a fault. However he can be a bit of a jerk to those around him as he has a hard time focusing on anything other than his long term goals. Like many Fire nation nobles, he is incredibly honour-bound which leads him to behave in sometimes impractical ways.
Brief Bio: Second Born to a noble Fire Nation Family, the Zan family, Chit Zai had been pushed to a military career from a very young age. Chit Zai had taken this on himself as his preordained destiny and had committed himself to being the greatest soldier he could become. He entered basic training at the age of 8, and moved on to officer training when he was 12. While still in training, the new avatar, had begun his training with some of the greatest teachers the nation had to offer. Chit Zai was astonished when he had been asked to participate in this training. It had occurred to him that he was often being praised for his technique and adaptability, but he certainly never expected such an honour. When the ice began to encroach on the fire nation's borders, and the water tribe began the first of its attacks, Chit Zai was transferred to a special ops team; he was sent out into enemy territory, often alone, to gather intelligence and prevent large scale attacks by any means possible.
Extras:Chit Zai's flames usually have a greenish tinge to them, he has been told this is because of the courageous will that burns within him; he is not sure he believes that.</s>
<|message|>Masaru
"One more time." The young man whispered to himself, sweat dripping down his face. He had to keep going until he fell over. he had to get this firebending stance right. It was one of the few advanced stances that he had learned so far, and he could definitely see why it was called such.
It had all started a few days beforehand when he, his firebending master, and the two White Lotus escorts arrived on Ember Island. They had to lay low to avoid Iluq and her forces, but with each and every passing day, the world got colder. They knew that much, and the White Lotus escorts wanted it to be known that they only had so much time before the inevitable final battle took place between the avatar and the self-proclaimed Queen of Frost. The conversation became so heated that Masaru stormed away and took it as a challenge to master the rest of the stances and techniques as fast as he could in order to proceed to the next element.
His fist shot out in front of him, producing a mighty blast of fire. Before the fire could dissipate, Masaru launched his other fist forward and pretended as if he had struck his opponent. His hands retracted back to his sides, his body spinning around and moving around the circle that was supposed to be where his opponent stood. he moved his hands quickly, making sure to scrape against one of the materials that he had collected during his travels. With the spark it caused, Masaru began to firebend again, his flames now a dark red with purple flames spouting from the base.
He continued his form quickly and ferociously, his colored flames still intact as he finished.
He paused to take a deep and heavy breath. Several minutes passed before a word escaped his lips. "Again." he whispered, beginning the form once more. He was sure that his entire body was covered in sweat, as he had been practicing all morning and well into the afternoon.</s>
<|message|>Erok
Meanwhile, at the coast of the Earth Kingdom's Westernmost peninsula, Erok was waiting.
An uneasy chill may have permeated the air and earth, and the tree he leaned against as he took a break from his day long march had become withered from the unnatural winter, but Erok took no notice of these things. Instead his eyes scanned the horizon out to sea, where he knew the Fire Nation lay in wait, to the Ember isles, where the worlds saviour trained. Looking further, to the northwest, he knew that the Water Nation was going to make an attempt at the Avatar. He knew all this through his various sources in the Earth Kingdom. Traders and Merchants who spread rumors, but truth as well.
Erok had sent warning to his only remaining Fire Nation contact, Chit Zai. If Erok knew what was happening, then Iluq would know as well.
Erok had only to wait from the all clear from Chit, then he could make his move. He didn't like the idea of being recognized as a Water bender in the Fire Nation without someone to vouch for him.</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
Mao Lei had been walking for days since she left Ba Sing Se, her travels taking significantly longer since she had to dodge checkpoints on the main roads, resulting in wide detours through significantly less traversable landscape. But she was finally here, almost at the peninsula where the Earth Kingdoms borders were closest to the Ember Isles, where she had been told she might find someone who could help her locate the Avatar.
All she knew was that the Earth Kingdom Rebellion had received occasional contact from a Water Tribe soldier who was supposed to be dead. It was only due to one of her higher-ranking friends that she learned that contact might still be alive, and searching for the same person as she was. This was supposed to be the location she might find him, and if he wasn't here, well, she'd figure something else out. She always did, after all.
The man standing solemnly facing the sea was the only person out here, at least that she could see, and that made him her best chance. As she approached it certainly became clear that he had water tribe features, which made her both excited and uneasy. Could he be the Waterbender she was searching for? Or was he a soldier loyal to Iluq, not wearing his outfit? She cursed herself for not learning any of the code sentences she could have used. Well, maybe she could figure him out with some small talk.
She made her way over to the man, not making much attempt to stay hidden but her training resulted in a rather quiet walk to him before she spoke up, almost next to him. "Chilly, isn't it? Then again, I'm sure the poles are a lot colder, huh."</s>
<|message|>Erok
"More than you know. Aren't you a little far from home?"
The nearest village had to have been at least thirty miles away; it was too dangerous these days for people to live on their own without the protection of walls, especially so close to the sea. Erok turned to face her, wondering why she had approached him so openly with small talk. Perhaps she had some idea of who he was, or what he was doing. Attempting to size her up and evaluate if she would be a threat to him, Erok tried a more direct route.
"Have you been looking for me?"</s>
<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Back on ember island, Where things were normally peaceful, a large plume of black smoke rose over the town square. One of two foreboding signs that summer afternoon. There was also a distinct chill in the air, blowing in from the south. The smoke grew thicker and seemed to spread across the town, as though a wild fire were out of control. Worse, the source seemed to be headed towards the white lotus hide out where the young avatar was being housed.
Chit Zai sprinted as hard as he could through the maze like streets of ember island. His legs and lungs burning with desperation and fatigue. As he rounded a corner, Chit Zai put his back to the wall and carefully peered back down the street. Just as he began to hope, all three of Iluq's agents came running around the corner. Without any further hesitation he was on the move again; burning everything in his wake, in hopes that it might slow them down. Thank the spirits that today was a harvest festival, and the town was entirely deserted, or people would be in serious danger.
An hour after the chase began, Chit Zai finally gave them the slip. He had to double back, costing him more time, but it was better than leading Iluq straight to the avatar. He approached from the training fields, as that's normally where Masaru could be found. "Avatar!" He called before he spotted him. There was no time to waste. He just hoped that his warning arrives in time for erok to help them.</s>
<|message|>Masaru
Masaru could hear a familiar voice call out to him as he continued his form. Pausing, he stopped his training to look at his firebending master moving towards him. Given his current appearance and tone of voice, the Avatar knew that something was wrong. He hadn't seen Chit Zai in a while, but a look around the area and a glance at the black smoke in the air told him what he needed to know. Though he was sure of what was going on, Masaru decided to meet his master halfway, running towards him and stopping once he got close enough.
"Chit Zai." He started, glancing around once more to make sure he wasn't followed by anyone. "What happened? Where's that fire? Are we being followed?" He shot multiple questions at the older man, curious to know what was going on. Of course they had to be on an island of an archipelagic nation. Masaru had yet to learn waterbending, with it being the third element on his list to master, counting firebending of course.
He knew that they should go and find the white lotus escorts. They were experts at hiding away and avoiding Iluq's army, but where would they start? Ember Island wasn't a remarkably big place, but with the harvest festival taking place, it was hard to come across people on the streets.</s>
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<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Chit Zai was pleased to find his protégé exactly where he should be. The young avatar was a spectacularly dedicated student, and showed so much promise with fire bending that there was no doubt he would surpass his teacher soon. He supposed that shouldn't come as a surprise, but somehow Chit Zai found it incredible every time he thought of the difference between the two of them. Fortunately Masaru came running to him, wasting no time.
In response to the barrage of questions Chit Zai jumped ahead to the salient points. "It is worse than I feared, Masaru." There was a brief pause as he scanned their surroundings. "Iluq's agents are already here, and a larger invasion force is coming. The island will be hers by nightfall." Again he looked around, wondering what had become of their white lotus escorts. He couldn't help but assume the worst. "I can get you to the earth nation if we leave now. Otherwise it may be too late..." though he was Masaru's elder, he respected the boy's judgement, and looked him in the eye awaiting his decision. After all, his loyalty was to the avatar even above himself; that was the duty he had sworn himself to.</s>
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<|description|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
CS:
Appearace: 5'11 and 185lbs, he has an average build with semi-muscular composure and broad shoulders. His black hair goes only halfway down his neck with groups of strands falling haphazardly over his face (from months of not grooming properly.) Usually wears simple cloaks and robes over neutral looking clothes, but he also has a modified military uniform that grants him protection without restricting his movements.
Age:22
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Abilities: Chit Zai is a highly skilled prodigy of the fire nation military. He has mastered all basic and is adept in advanced fire bending techniques, including the use of lightning. This does not make him perfect however, he believes that to only be the foundation of his martial arts and hopes to combine experience in the world and his own creativity to develop into an much greater fire bender. He is also in experienced in fighting any of the other elements, which leaves him susceptible to the unexpected.
Personality: Chit Zai is strong willed, intelligent, and determined to a fault. However he can be a bit of a jerk to those around him as he has a hard time focusing on anything other than his long term goals. Like many Fire nation nobles, he is incredibly honour-bound which leads him to behave in sometimes impractical ways.
Brief Bio: Second Born to a noble Fire Nation Family, the Zan family, Chit Zai had been pushed to a military career from a very young age. Chit Zai had taken this on himself as his preordained destiny and had committed himself to being the greatest soldier he could become. He entered basic training at the age of 8, and moved on to officer training when he was 12. While still in training, the new avatar, had begun his training with some of the greatest teachers the nation had to offer. Chit Zai was astonished when he had been asked to participate in this training. It had occurred to him that he was often being praised for his technique and adaptability, but he certainly never expected such an honour. When the ice began to encroach on the fire nation's borders, and the water tribe began the first of its attacks, Chit Zai was transferred to a special ops team; he was sent out into enemy territory, often alone, to gather intelligence and prevent large scale attacks by any means possible.
Extras:Chit Zai's flames usually have a greenish tinge to them, he has been told this is because of the courageous will that burns within him; he is not sure he believes that.</s>
<|message|>Erok
"Don't worry. At the speeds we'll be moving at, you'll barely have time to get cold."
Once Erok got into the boat in front of Mao, he swiftly swept his arms forwards, then inwards towards himself. As the boat pushed itself into the water, the sides of the vessel expanded upwards, pulling up more water and freezing it. Soon, both were encapsulated within an air bubble inside the ice. As the craft descended nearly thirty feet under the water, Erok began a pulling motion with one arm and a pushing motion with the other. Then the reverse. Water was being pulled from the front, and pushed away from the rear. Soon, they were traveling at blistering speeds, and through the crystal clear, non-reflective ice, Erok could see the shoreline fall away from them.
"We should be there in less than half an hour. Sorry if you get seasick on the way. If it's a better distraction, why don't you tell me more about why you are seeking the Avatar?"</s>
<|message|>Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
The cold hadn't stopped the people of Ember Island from enjoying their harvest festival, even if it had stopped a good deal of the actual harvest. People were gathered in the square, where a large bon fire was lit, heating and lighting much of the square. People gathered around it, and a few fire bending jugglers were performing.
Jalika was mingling about the crowd, well known in this town for selling silk on festival days, even in this weather she did not disappoint. She didn't rent a stall, but instead carried a large bundle of the shiny golden fabric in a heavy pack on her back. Every once in a while, someone would pass her a handful of coins, and she'd give them a length of silk. It wasn't selling terribly well this year. Silk didn't keep you warm, and some people were more interested in the Earth Kingdom fellow selling wool. Still, the pockets inside her own silk robe were jingling pleasantly with coins by the time she saw the plume of black smoke rising form elsewhere in the town. No one else had noticed yet, and, as quietly as she could, just dumped her silks in an alley, leaning against a wall, and bought a skin of spiced wine from a street vendor, then started heading in that direction.
She could feel the disturbance in the air on her scalp, and could tell where the fire bender in question was, and managed to veer that direction, taking periodic sips from her wine skin. As she got closer, she was starting to sway a little in her walking, and her eyes were glazed by the time she reached the field where the two firebenders were talking. She started walking towards them, waving congenially.</s>
<|message|>Zodin Fu
Zodin slid a shiny circular coin, a small square removed from the middle, towards an unidentifiable man. Cloaked in dirty, tattered brown robes, this man hid his identity from Zodin. But it didn't matter, because Zodin's intentions weren't to unmask this mysterious fellow, but instead, to use him as a valuable asset in finding one of the most powerful forces in the world. Zodin turned his back to the hooded man only to hear a whisper breach his lips moments after, "Follow the patterns. The avatar runs from Iluq's forces. Find key locations that have been untouched by the ice, the avatar must have been or will be there." The high raspy voice was silenced. The voice proved to Zodin that his information source was a female.
"Thank you for your time. I must be going now." Zodin replied, his back still facing the hooded person. Zodin walked out of the crowded building where drinks and music were everywhere only to step into an empty street where few people were commuting and enjoying the day. Zodin walked the streets of a coast line town within the earth kingdom, a town which he'd once floated through in the past on separate occasions.
Working on finding a single person who is most likely being protected by the white lotus, as many previous avatars had, is easier said than done. Zodin's eye was caught by a busker in the street, a simple bender juggling fire dexterously. Zodin spoke to himself, "Until evidence or a lead pops up I might as well relax a bit." Zodin tossed a silver piece into a basket at the busker's feet and found a seat on a crate nearby. "Please, continue." Zodin implored as he reclined.</s>
<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Chit Zai nodded his approval of the avatar's decision. With a narrow smile, one that clearly showed pride in his apprentice, Chit Zai turned to face west. There was still some distance between them and the coast. Hopefully the recon force from Iluq's army wouldn't find them along the way. "Oh, I have no intention of missing him. He is our only way off this island." Chit Zai smirked at his comment. This would be a narrow escape at best. "If we head west, he should be at the coast before we arrive."
With that he motioned for Masaru to follow him and headed towards the west coast. He hadn't made it three steps before stopping suddenly and striking an offensive stance. Drawing his right fist back, he focused his mind and body on the building up of his desire to protect the avatar: the main driving force of his fire bending. Though she seemed to be an air nomad, she could easily be tied to Iluq. Commandingly Chit Zai called out "who are you? Speak quickly!" Even as he spoke the air around his fist began to crackle, the combustive force pushing to be released.</s>
<|message|>Masaru
Was Chit Zai's contact a water bender of some sort? Or maybe had one at his disposal? Masaru wasn't sure about what to make of what his master had just said, and was about to walk with the older man before stopping.
The Avatar watched as a bald figure approached them. He couldn't say anything as Chit Zai demanded answers from the person, who upon closer inspection appeared to be a woman. Chuckling nervously, Masaru quickly stepped in front of his fire bending master and waved back to the woman. He could feel the air around him swirling and crackling, a sure sign that Chit Zai was ready to strike.
"Hello!" The avatar spoke. "Don't mind him, he's just a little defensive... Can we have your name?"</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
Mai was staring in wonder as their bending-powered ice vehicle submerged under the waves, mouth open in surprise until she was startled back into the moment by Erok speaking to her, snapping back into attention and looking over at him to respond.
"Oh! Well, I mean, I don't know if the Avatar already has an earthbending teacher, but if he doesn't I can teach him. And besides, the earthbender rebellion wasn't accomplishing anything major. We were just slowing down the inevitable. And the Avatar is gonna need help either way, so..."</s>
<|message|>Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
She looked at the two of them unsteadily for a moment. The older man was displacing air, gathering his chi for fire bending, but he had yet to make an actual aggressive move, so Jalika did nothing about him. The other was actively friendly. Both were cautious of her for reasons she her mind was busy guessing at, but the younger man was taking a different approach. There was something about him, spiritually, that made her wonder.
"I am Jalika," she spoke in a slow careful voice, as if afraid of slurring or mispeaking. "Who're you?" She pointed am unsteady finger at them.</s>
<|message|>Character's Name
He was quick to respond, making sure tha his master couldn't speak for him. "My name is... Li! I'm Li." He said to the woman confidently. There were a lot of Lis. The name also seemed right, in a sense. He figured he had just come up with a name, but it felt to be much more than that. He motioned towards his master, trying to get him to introduce himself with a possibly fake name in the event that the woman was a spy for Iluq, as they had ran into spies before.</s>
<|message|>Erok
Erok nodded as Mai trailed off, and both looked pensively out at the swirling waters around them.
"Last I heard, the Avatar hasn't learned any other elements aside from their native Fire. I've never heard of an Avatar being taught multiple elements at once, let alone outside the traditional cycle, but we might not have much choice. I have a feeling that for a while, we'll be acting as bodyguards."
Together they sat in silence, contemplating the mess they were about to get themselves into, and the implications it would bring. Erok knew that without talented teachers, the Avatar's abilities wouldn't grow fast enough to fight Iluq in time to stop her. While he was sure that he could teach the Avatar how to Water bend and how to defend against it, he knew little of Mai's abilities other than that she was good enough to combat Water forces and escape intact. That had to mean something, at least.
The water around them was beginning to glow a little more warmly as they approached the shoreline, and though the sea was mostly clear, the sky above appeared to becoming cloudy. Erok continued his sweeping movements until they had resurfaced, sliding up and along the sandy shore and behind some nearby foliage. Gesturing for Mai to stand with him, he then bent the ice craft into liquid water again, allowing it to pour into the earth, soaking into the soil. They had arrived.
Black smoke was coiling up from the town. It would be risky to use his prepared flares at this point, lest he draw attention from the enemy. What if the Avatar and Chit couldn't get through the Water forces to the shoreline? They needed to move, and quickly.
"Mai, the plan at this point is to meet with the Avatar and his Fire bending master. If we don't happen to cross paths, they should send a bright purple or green plume of flame from this location, in which case we double back. I don't like the look of that smoke, they should be here by now; if they happened to be ambushed by traitor Fire military, they could be in serious trouble. I need to go help them, but I won't force you to come with. You can either stay here and wait for them, or come with me and help search, wherever you think you'd be most useful."</s>
<|message|>Zodin Fu
Zodin began to sweat as he sat in the sun watching the performer juggle fire. Almost half an hour as past, the the younger fellow had brought in quite the loot. He decided to quit for the day and pack up, apologizing to the crowed of 4 who stood around him watching. Zodin decided he might as well leave too, and proceeded to get up from the crate. He stretched his back and arranged his clothes so they were comfortable again. Moments later, after coming to the realization that he wasn't distracting his mind anymore, the words of his mysterious source had resurfaced from his subconscious. "Follow the patterns..." Zodin mumbled through his dry lips. Without a clear destination in mind he started to wander.
Zodin started to think of all the places in which he should start looking. He unintentionally started to think out loud as he wandered the sstreets of the coast lined town. "I've already deducted that the avatar would be somewhere in the Fire nation, since the previous avatar was of Earth origin. Where in the fire nation exactly, is hard to say. If only I could have some sort of connection in the fire nation, that way I could at least of some stable ground and a lead if I did enter the fire nation." Zodin realized he was talking out loud when he past a small crowed of boys who were kicking a ball in the street. The ball had rolled of the "field" and hit the side of Zodin's leg. Zodin hesitated when deciding if he should kick the ball back...He decided not to, and continued walking.
"I guess I will never find a lead or someone who can act as my connection to the world of underground information unless I actually travel to the fire nation." Zodin pondered some more on the topic. Zodin was no bounty hunter, but he did know how to squeeze information out of people, one or another. "It's decided, I leave for the fire nation at the break of dawn. Low sunlight, low foot traffic, and anybody who is awake, will be too tired to bother with me." Feeling accomplished with his basic plan, he walked towards the inn for a reservation. "It's getting cluody, might as well wasted the day at the bar."</s>
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<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Chit Zai relaxed his stance a little bit. He found Masaru attempting a friendly conversation with the unknown interloper, which was not wise considering their circumstances. They are already under attack, this could easily be a trap of some kind. Chit zai decided to play along for now, but to be on guard. He spoke up as he was prompted by the avatar. "I am kumo, master of this dojo." There was the slightest pause as Chit Zai examined the young woman's face. "What can we do for you?"</s>
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<|description|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
CS:
Appearace: 5'11 and 185lbs, he has an average build with semi-muscular composure and broad shoulders. His black hair goes only halfway down his neck with groups of strands falling haphazardly over his face (from months of not grooming properly.) Usually wears simple cloaks and robes over neutral looking clothes, but he also has a modified military uniform that grants him protection without restricting his movements.
Age:22
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Abilities: Chit Zai is a highly skilled prodigy of the fire nation military. He has mastered all basic and is adept in advanced fire bending techniques, including the use of lightning. This does not make him perfect however, he believes that to only be the foundation of his martial arts and hopes to combine experience in the world and his own creativity to develop into an much greater fire bender. He is also in experienced in fighting any of the other elements, which leaves him susceptible to the unexpected.
Personality: Chit Zai is strong willed, intelligent, and determined to a fault. However he can be a bit of a jerk to those around him as he has a hard time focusing on anything other than his long term goals. Like many Fire nation nobles, he is incredibly honour-bound which leads him to behave in sometimes impractical ways.
Brief Bio: Second Born to a noble Fire Nation Family, the Zan family, Chit Zai had been pushed to a military career from a very young age. Chit Zai had taken this on himself as his preordained destiny and had committed himself to being the greatest soldier he could become. He entered basic training at the age of 8, and moved on to officer training when he was 12. While still in training, the new avatar, had begun his training with some of the greatest teachers the nation had to offer. Chit Zai was astonished when he had been asked to participate in this training. It had occurred to him that he was often being praised for his technique and adaptability, but he certainly never expected such an honour. When the ice began to encroach on the fire nation's borders, and the water tribe began the first of its attacks, Chit Zai was transferred to a special ops team; he was sent out into enemy territory, often alone, to gather intelligence and prevent large scale attacks by any means possible.
Extras:Chit Zai's flames usually have a greenish tinge to them, he has been told this is because of the courageous will that burns within him; he is not sure he believes that.</s>
<|message|>Masaru
Was Chit Zai's contact a water bender of some sort? Or maybe had one at his disposal? Masaru wasn't sure about what to make of what his master had just said, and was about to walk with the older man before stopping.
The Avatar watched as a bald figure approached them. He couldn't say anything as Chit Zai demanded answers from the person, who upon closer inspection appeared to be a woman. Chuckling nervously, Masaru quickly stepped in front of his fire bending master and waved back to the woman. He could feel the air around him swirling and crackling, a sure sign that Chit Zai was ready to strike.
"Hello!" The avatar spoke. "Don't mind him, he's just a little defensive... Can we have your name?"</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
Mai was staring in wonder as their bending-powered ice vehicle submerged under the waves, mouth open in surprise until she was startled back into the moment by Erok speaking to her, snapping back into attention and looking over at him to respond.
"Oh! Well, I mean, I don't know if the Avatar already has an earthbending teacher, but if he doesn't I can teach him. And besides, the earthbender rebellion wasn't accomplishing anything major. We were just slowing down the inevitable. And the Avatar is gonna need help either way, so..."</s>
<|message|>Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
She looked at the two of them unsteadily for a moment. The older man was displacing air, gathering his chi for fire bending, but he had yet to make an actual aggressive move, so Jalika did nothing about him. The other was actively friendly. Both were cautious of her for reasons she her mind was busy guessing at, but the younger man was taking a different approach. There was something about him, spiritually, that made her wonder.
"I am Jalika," she spoke in a slow careful voice, as if afraid of slurring or mispeaking. "Who're you?" She pointed am unsteady finger at them.</s>
<|message|>Character's Name
He was quick to respond, making sure tha his master couldn't speak for him. "My name is... Li! I'm Li." He said to the woman confidently. There were a lot of Lis. The name also seemed right, in a sense. He figured he had just come up with a name, but it felt to be much more than that. He motioned towards his master, trying to get him to introduce himself with a possibly fake name in the event that the woman was a spy for Iluq, as they had ran into spies before.</s>
<|message|>Erok
Erok nodded as Mai trailed off, and both looked pensively out at the swirling waters around them.
"Last I heard, the Avatar hasn't learned any other elements aside from their native Fire. I've never heard of an Avatar being taught multiple elements at once, let alone outside the traditional cycle, but we might not have much choice. I have a feeling that for a while, we'll be acting as bodyguards."
Together they sat in silence, contemplating the mess they were about to get themselves into, and the implications it would bring. Erok knew that without talented teachers, the Avatar's abilities wouldn't grow fast enough to fight Iluq in time to stop her. While he was sure that he could teach the Avatar how to Water bend and how to defend against it, he knew little of Mai's abilities other than that she was good enough to combat Water forces and escape intact. That had to mean something, at least.
The water around them was beginning to glow a little more warmly as they approached the shoreline, and though the sea was mostly clear, the sky above appeared to becoming cloudy. Erok continued his sweeping movements until they had resurfaced, sliding up and along the sandy shore and behind some nearby foliage. Gesturing for Mai to stand with him, he then bent the ice craft into liquid water again, allowing it to pour into the earth, soaking into the soil. They had arrived.
Black smoke was coiling up from the town. It would be risky to use his prepared flares at this point, lest he draw attention from the enemy. What if the Avatar and Chit couldn't get through the Water forces to the shoreline? They needed to move, and quickly.
"Mai, the plan at this point is to meet with the Avatar and his Fire bending master. If we don't happen to cross paths, they should send a bright purple or green plume of flame from this location, in which case we double back. I don't like the look of that smoke, they should be here by now; if they happened to be ambushed by traitor Fire military, they could be in serious trouble. I need to go help them, but I won't force you to come with. You can either stay here and wait for them, or come with me and help search, wherever you think you'd be most useful."</s>
<|message|>Zodin Fu
Zodin began to sweat as he sat in the sun watching the performer juggle fire. Almost half an hour as past, the the younger fellow had brought in quite the loot. He decided to quit for the day and pack up, apologizing to the crowed of 4 who stood around him watching. Zodin decided he might as well leave too, and proceeded to get up from the crate. He stretched his back and arranged his clothes so they were comfortable again. Moments later, after coming to the realization that he wasn't distracting his mind anymore, the words of his mysterious source had resurfaced from his subconscious. "Follow the patterns..." Zodin mumbled through his dry lips. Without a clear destination in mind he started to wander.
Zodin started to think of all the places in which he should start looking. He unintentionally started to think out loud as he wandered the sstreets of the coast lined town. "I've already deducted that the avatar would be somewhere in the Fire nation, since the previous avatar was of Earth origin. Where in the fire nation exactly, is hard to say. If only I could have some sort of connection in the fire nation, that way I could at least of some stable ground and a lead if I did enter the fire nation." Zodin realized he was talking out loud when he past a small crowed of boys who were kicking a ball in the street. The ball had rolled of the "field" and hit the side of Zodin's leg. Zodin hesitated when deciding if he should kick the ball back...He decided not to, and continued walking.
"I guess I will never find a lead or someone who can act as my connection to the world of underground information unless I actually travel to the fire nation." Zodin pondered some more on the topic. Zodin was no bounty hunter, but he did know how to squeeze information out of people, one or another. "It's decided, I leave for the fire nation at the break of dawn. Low sunlight, low foot traffic, and anybody who is awake, will be too tired to bother with me." Feeling accomplished with his basic plan, he walked towards the inn for a reservation. "It's getting cluody, might as well wasted the day at the bar."</s>
<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Chit Zai relaxed his stance a little bit. He found Masaru attempting a friendly conversation with the unknown interloper, which was not wise considering their circumstances. They are already under attack, this could easily be a trap of some kind. Chit zai decided to play along for now, but to be on guard. He spoke up as he was prompted by the avatar. "I am kumo, master of this dojo." There was the slightest pause as Chit Zai examined the young woman's face. "What can we do for you?"</s>
<|message|>Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
Jalika could appreciate deception, but when executed so poorly. The pause was evident, the younger man had obviously made that name up on the spot. Still, she didn't react. She bowed when the "master of this dojo" introduced himself. She held her hands in the Fire Nation tradition when she bowed low, and she allowed her head to dip a little bit as she hesitated to come up, as if lowering her head had put her off balance by blood rushing to it.
"Greetings, Sifu," she said to him, with a giggle, as if amused at herself.
She had suspicions about the two. The obvious deception was just the icing on the cake, with that strange spiritual aura that the younger man had. He could be an agent of the forces that were freezing the world. Or he could be something else.
The older man asked what she wanted, and she laughed as she deflected the question, "So... the smoke," she gestured wildly at the smoke that had brought her here, "Was you? Fire Bending?"</s>
<|message|>Masaru
"Uh..." He didn't know what to say to the woman. He didn't know if she was some sort of spy or something, and even telling her that they were the ones firebending could put them in jeopardy. He was losing focus, unraveling. He had to stop himself before it got worse.
He took a slow breath and began to clear his mind. Masaru's eyes closed as the world around him began to slow down to a near pause. He was well aware of how his avatar state could be triggered, even while knowing only one element, but he didn't want to keep spiraling into uncertainty to eventually reach that level of stress. His mind began to clear, no longer plagued with the thoughts of what could go wrong. His mind was being cleansed, and he only hoped that the woman and anybody nearby weren't sensitive to spiritual energy. He knew that he was risking their position to Iluq's agents, but he needed a clear head.
Masaru's eyes opened just as slowly as they closed. He instantly smiled at the woman and shook his head. "Nope! Wasn't us." He replied rather quickly.
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The woman rose from the water and glided across it as she neared one of the beaches on ember island. Well on her way to the island, she encountered two people who she believed might be able to lead her to the avatar. They stood out among others she had seen, especially the one with the eye patch.
Stepping onto the sands, the woman dried herself off using her waterbending, and slowly approached the duo.
"You should definately go with the man, earth woman." She spoke out loudly but calmly to the woman. "The avatar will need all the help he can get, and I need a challenge." A wild smirk appeared on her face as she rapidly approached them, ready to attack.</s>
<|message|>Erok
Erok felt his heart drop as the woman's voice cut maliciously through the air. Immediately, he knew the best chance of success in his mission depended on finding the Avatar, now.
"Go and hide," Erok muttered under his breath to Mai, too low for the mystery water bending woman to hear, "And lay low. I'm going to find him, then we'll escape. Good luck."
This enemy was an unknown quantity. If she was another water bending master, a direct confrontation could take too long. As Erok turned and fired a plume of steam to give Mai some cover so she could earth bend into a better hiding spot, he surrounded himself with multiple spheres of ice and ran towards the plume of smoke. Once again, choices were being made beyond Erok's control; he needed to find the Avatar and his teacher, to better the odds of their escape.</s>
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<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Chit Zai was growing frustrated with the woman before them; She clearly knew more than she was leading on, and it was wearing on his patience. However, he was starting to believe his initial was response was wrong. There is no way this woman is working for Iluq, only those whom are truly malicious would make ties with such a monster, this woman seemed all too peaceful. Chit Zai took in a deep breath, exhaled, and scanned their surroundings once more: things were about to get worse. He could see two water benders fast approaching from the city, and he knew without a doubt they were the ones that had given him so much trouble in the city. They were no ordinary benders.
Without hesitation, Chit Zai demanded "Look! you're either for us or against us, so help me get the Avatar to the western shore now or stop the games and attack already."
Without waiting for a response, Chit zai began moving the index and middle finger of both his hands through the air in circular motions. The enemy was still a long way off, but if he got just the right charge to it, he might be able to put them down long enough to get away. The air crackled around his hands, and the static build up was palpable. Still, he continued to motion in the air until the built up charge threatened to tear his body apart. All at once he pointed his fingers at the attacking waterbenders, and a bolt of lightning escaped either hand; it was an incredible force, plenty of power and speed, but his aim was off centre enough that he wasn't even sure if he made contact. The blast, however, kicked up a screen of dust which hopefully would serve them well in their retreat.</s>
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<|description|>Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Element: Air
Abilities: Is fairly well versed in the standard air bending forms, but as her lack of tattoos attests, she never mastered them. Instead, she practices a form of her own invention, called the Crooked Breeze. Its movements mimic the swaying and stumbling of the heavily intoxicated. The style is based heavily on initial deception, and unpredictable movements. It's a very weak style against anyone who has studied it. Fortunately, at the moment Jalika is the only one who knows it.
Personality: Carries a lot of the introspection that is common in Air Nomads, but without their air of lightheartedness and fun. Her personality is a mish-mash of traits, both earnest and affected. She appears as a typical drunk, and yet is known to dispense wisdom to anyone who bothers to listen to her. She acts as if she is still grieving for her loss, but has turned her need to nurture on to others. With Jalika, nothing is, in its entirety, on the surface, and she is not easy to read.
Brief Bio: Though traditionally nomadic, Jalika would have called the Western Air Temple home in her youth. She was born there, and it was usually where she would return between journeys. She was poised to complete her training and attain mastery of Air Bending, but was jolted from her normal life when her bison companion was killed for fur by poachers. In her despair, she ran from the Temple and isolated herself for nearly a year.
When she returned, the elder monks tried to use her friend's death as a teaching tool, warning her against earthly attachments. Rather than comfort her, Jalika was enraged by how little they regarded her loss. To her, it wasn't a mere physical loss, it was a spiritual one. On this note of disagreement, she left the order for good.
In the years to come, Jalika fell into a cycle of despondence and alcoholism. That is, until she came upon a mothberry grove, so called because the plants feed the infant worms of spider-moths. When she came upon the grove, she found that it was often beset by silk makers, who would take the cocoons, the metamorphosing worms still inside, and boil them down to take the silk, with little regard for the creature inside. Jalika chased the cloth makers away, and found new meaning living in the mothberry grove, protecting the moths' young from predators and poachers alike. Since she's taken up residence, the grove has grown large and wild. She takes the husks of the cocoons, after the moths have hatched, and spins it into her own wild silk, which she sells to the people of the Fire Nation nearby.
Extras:
~ Can ride a Giant Spidermoth as a mount.
~ Still owns a traditional air bender's staff, but usually doesn't carry it.
~ Uses a pair of fans for air bending instead. Carries a variety of them on her person, as she often picks them up from festivals in the Fire Nation.
~ Still shaves her head every day.
~ Is often carrying a bottle of some shape or form.</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
She crossed her arms, surprisingly muscular for a 16 year old, over her chest as she sized him up. "I think so. Depends on who you are really. I'm Mao, for the record. Mao Lei. If you're who I think you are then you can help me get to the Ember Isles. There's a festival I'm trying to get to there, something to do with... lotuses?" She asked, hoping she was being discreet enough. Not that it would really matter, Iluq's agents already knew the Avatar was somewhere in the Ember Isles, she doubted a vague mention of lotuses would tell them anything they didn't already know. Hell, she probably knew less about where he was than they did.</s>
<|message|>Erok
"Mao Lei? I've heard your name mentioned before."
Erok smiled with some relief.
"You ran raids with the resistance in Ba Sing Se, didn't you? My name is Erok, I used to supply information to your friends a few years ago. During that time, I saw you when that wound was more fresh," Erok gestured to her eyepatch, "I didn't expect you of all people to come looking for me. And you're right, it has a lot to do with Lotus."
Erok turned away briefly, scanning the horizon quickly.
"And while I'd like to get to the Ember isles myself, I need to wait for a message. Once it arrives, we can leave. Otherwise--"
Erok cut himself short just as a messenger hawk swooped down and landed on a low branch next to him. Quickly unfurling the scroll from the hawk's pouch, Erok gave the hawk some bread as a signal to return home. While the hawk took off without a sound, his face became grim and pale as he read the hastily written note.
"What timing. This is it. Mao, if you are ready now, I can take you. I am needed at the isles to protect the Avatar. On the way, you can explain yourself more fully."
Erok turned and swifly hopped down the bank onto the sandy beach, to the water. There, he moved his arms in fluid motions until a small boat made entirely of ice had materialized. Erok turned to Mao expectantly.</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
She breathed a sigh of relief when it turned out he was in fact the person she was searching for. Or he was a very well informed agent, but if that was the case she had a suspicion she was dead either way, so she might as well take the chance. When he froze some of the water into a sort of ice-canoe she looked over at it dubiously, raising her surviving eyebrow in his direction, although she did walk over and step into the boat.
"If I freeze my butt off before we make it to the Avatar, I'm blaming you." She said in a voice that was entirely too cheerful for their potentially rather dire situation.</s>
<|message|>Masaru
"Well, I'd say we should leave the island to search for whoever you're looking for, but if they're coming here, that probably isn't a good idea." Masaru shrugged. He didn't know what to do, and as the Avatar, that was a problem. He either had to stay on the island and hold off against Iluq's forces and risk getting captured by her, or find the White Lotus escorts and leave the island and venture out to find Chit's contact. With the latter option, the risk of getting lost and not meeting the contact at all was very present.
He spent a moment in silence, weighing the options and coming to a decision that he hoped his master would side with. The Avatar he might have been, but he was still a kid in the company of Chit Zao and the escorts. "I think... I think we should leave the island, but stay close if that contact of yours decides to visit. Aren't there some islands out west by the Earth kingdom we can lay low at until we can get with your contact or whatever?"
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Meanwhile, in the middle of the ocean in between an unspecified Earth Kingdom peninsula and the eastern Fire Nation archipelago, a single figure strode across the water at great speeds, making their way quickly towards a small Fire Nation resort island.</s>
<|message|>Erok
"Don't worry. At the speeds we'll be moving at, you'll barely have time to get cold."
Once Erok got into the boat in front of Mao, he swiftly swept his arms forwards, then inwards towards himself. As the boat pushed itself into the water, the sides of the vessel expanded upwards, pulling up more water and freezing it. Soon, both were encapsulated within an air bubble inside the ice. As the craft descended nearly thirty feet under the water, Erok began a pulling motion with one arm and a pushing motion with the other. Then the reverse. Water was being pulled from the front, and pushed away from the rear. Soon, they were traveling at blistering speeds, and through the crystal clear, non-reflective ice, Erok could see the shoreline fall away from them.
"We should be there in less than half an hour. Sorry if you get seasick on the way. If it's a better distraction, why don't you tell me more about why you are seeking the Avatar?"</s>
<|message|>Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
The cold hadn't stopped the people of Ember Island from enjoying their harvest festival, even if it had stopped a good deal of the actual harvest. People were gathered in the square, where a large bon fire was lit, heating and lighting much of the square. People gathered around it, and a few fire bending jugglers were performing.
Jalika was mingling about the crowd, well known in this town for selling silk on festival days, even in this weather she did not disappoint. She didn't rent a stall, but instead carried a large bundle of the shiny golden fabric in a heavy pack on her back. Every once in a while, someone would pass her a handful of coins, and she'd give them a length of silk. It wasn't selling terribly well this year. Silk didn't keep you warm, and some people were more interested in the Earth Kingdom fellow selling wool. Still, the pockets inside her own silk robe were jingling pleasantly with coins by the time she saw the plume of black smoke rising form elsewhere in the town. No one else had noticed yet, and, as quietly as she could, just dumped her silks in an alley, leaning against a wall, and bought a skin of spiced wine from a street vendor, then started heading in that direction.
She could feel the disturbance in the air on her scalp, and could tell where the fire bender in question was, and managed to veer that direction, taking periodic sips from her wine skin. As she got closer, she was starting to sway a little in her walking, and her eyes were glazed by the time she reached the field where the two firebenders were talking. She started walking towards them, waving congenially.</s>
<|message|>Zodin Fu
Zodin slid a shiny circular coin, a small square removed from the middle, towards an unidentifiable man. Cloaked in dirty, tattered brown robes, this man hid his identity from Zodin. But it didn't matter, because Zodin's intentions weren't to unmask this mysterious fellow, but instead, to use him as a valuable asset in finding one of the most powerful forces in the world. Zodin turned his back to the hooded man only to hear a whisper breach his lips moments after, "Follow the patterns. The avatar runs from Iluq's forces. Find key locations that have been untouched by the ice, the avatar must have been or will be there." The high raspy voice was silenced. The voice proved to Zodin that his information source was a female.
"Thank you for your time. I must be going now." Zodin replied, his back still facing the hooded person. Zodin walked out of the crowded building where drinks and music were everywhere only to step into an empty street where few people were commuting and enjoying the day. Zodin walked the streets of a coast line town within the earth kingdom, a town which he'd once floated through in the past on separate occasions.
Working on finding a single person who is most likely being protected by the white lotus, as many previous avatars had, is easier said than done. Zodin's eye was caught by a busker in the street, a simple bender juggling fire dexterously. Zodin spoke to himself, "Until evidence or a lead pops up I might as well relax a bit." Zodin tossed a silver piece into a basket at the busker's feet and found a seat on a crate nearby. "Please, continue." Zodin implored as he reclined.</s>
<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Chit Zai nodded his approval of the avatar's decision. With a narrow smile, one that clearly showed pride in his apprentice, Chit Zai turned to face west. There was still some distance between them and the coast. Hopefully the recon force from Iluq's army wouldn't find them along the way. "Oh, I have no intention of missing him. He is our only way off this island." Chit Zai smirked at his comment. This would be a narrow escape at best. "If we head west, he should be at the coast before we arrive."
With that he motioned for Masaru to follow him and headed towards the west coast. He hadn't made it three steps before stopping suddenly and striking an offensive stance. Drawing his right fist back, he focused his mind and body on the building up of his desire to protect the avatar: the main driving force of his fire bending. Though she seemed to be an air nomad, she could easily be tied to Iluq. Commandingly Chit Zai called out "who are you? Speak quickly!" Even as he spoke the air around his fist began to crackle, the combustive force pushing to be released.</s>
<|message|>Masaru
Was Chit Zai's contact a water bender of some sort? Or maybe had one at his disposal? Masaru wasn't sure about what to make of what his master had just said, and was about to walk with the older man before stopping.
The Avatar watched as a bald figure approached them. He couldn't say anything as Chit Zai demanded answers from the person, who upon closer inspection appeared to be a woman. Chuckling nervously, Masaru quickly stepped in front of his fire bending master and waved back to the woman. He could feel the air around him swirling and crackling, a sure sign that Chit Zai was ready to strike.
"Hello!" The avatar spoke. "Don't mind him, he's just a little defensive... Can we have your name?"</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
Mai was staring in wonder as their bending-powered ice vehicle submerged under the waves, mouth open in surprise until she was startled back into the moment by Erok speaking to her, snapping back into attention and looking over at him to respond.
"Oh! Well, I mean, I don't know if the Avatar already has an earthbending teacher, but if he doesn't I can teach him. And besides, the earthbender rebellion wasn't accomplishing anything major. We were just slowing down the inevitable. And the Avatar is gonna need help either way, so..."</s>
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<|message|>Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
She looked at the two of them unsteadily for a moment. The older man was displacing air, gathering his chi for fire bending, but he had yet to make an actual aggressive move, so Jalika did nothing about him. The other was actively friendly. Both were cautious of her for reasons she her mind was busy guessing at, but the younger man was taking a different approach. There was something about him, spiritually, that made her wonder.
"I am Jalika," she spoke in a slow careful voice, as if afraid of slurring or mispeaking. "Who're you?" She pointed am unsteady finger at them.</s>
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<|description|>Zodin Fu
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Appearace:
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Element: Earth
Abilities: Zodin is a hardened warrior who has won countless battles in the past, this is because of his strategical prowess in combat. Zodin's fighting style is similar to military trained men, one of the few differences between Zodin's and military style fighting, is Zodin's speed. Zodin's fighting style would be very predictable if not for his incredible talent to move and control his body at such high speeds. Unlike some, Zodin doesn't substitute power for speed, Zodin has trained his body over the years to be strong and fast, minimalizing disadvantages in hand to hand combat. Paired with Zodin's incredible fighting, he has his earthbending.
Although his fists are a force to be reckoned with, his skill in earth bending is mediocore at best. Zodin is capable of preforming basic earth bending stances and techniques and very few more. Zodin's training, along with his skill, was basic and short lived. But this fact does not hinder his letheality, for instead of fighting with his earth bending, he simply uses it as a supplementary skill to his already masterful hand to hand combat. This combination has turned the heads of many foes, literally and metaphorically.
Zodins fighting style is fast, powerful, and unpredictable, making his attacks hard to dodge and even harder to block. The obvious downside to his fighting style is his inability to fight with his bending. He has fought people who can bend the elements before and they have always proven more difficult then their non bending counterpart. For Zodin, range has been a difficulty as well. Earth bebding at far range is beyond his capabilities and fighting long ranged attackers makes life for him so much harder.
Personality: Among other things, Zodin is determined. He prides himself on being able to start something and end it, than to be able to look back on it is something that amazes him. No job is to big or to small, and no matter the trouble that lies on the road to his goal, Zodin never gives up. He is particularly "Gung-Ho" about his jobs, but other than that he can be reasonable and calm.
Zodin is almost always standoffish when it comes to meeting new people, and dealing with others. It takes almost nothing for him to distrust you, in contrast, he claims to be trustworthy. If it comes down to work, Zodin will put up with an extra body if it means getting paid in the end.
Brief BioAll through out Zodin's earlier years of life, he traveled from city to city with his parents. Omashu, , Ba Sing Se, all once dear to him, now nothing more than a fading distant memory. Constantly moving was never once one of his desires, yet his parents still traveled around contrary to his wishes. Like all of Zodin's homes, his friends came and gone like the wind as well, pushing Zodin more and more into a sad yet inevitable life of loneliness and detachment. This played a large role in the development of his unwavering determination to stay with something until its completed, unlike his parents.
Zodin's soul grew older each passing day, each city he moved to he'd experienced something new. It wasn't long before he'd been to every town in the earth kingdom. Having experienced a little bit of everything, Zodin decided to take up an occupation that require little to no sentimental or physical attachment.Although his commitment is steadfast, he still feels like getting to close to someon or something is a had idea, because it can only lead to disappointment and anguish. After a bit of self actualization and planning, Zodin decide to become a mercenary. Nothing In this field of work will tie him down and he won't need to make any strong connections with people.
A few months later, Zodin left his parents and began rigorous trading for the following 8 years. Finally, here he stands as a paid mercenary for the Queen of frost herself on a mission to bring the avatar to her, dead or alive.
Extras:
-Expert in hand to hand combat
-Vast knowledge of the Earth kingdoms geography (practical uses include mapping, directions, and knowing key locations)
-basic/slight knowledge and skill of most occupations(I.e. blacksmithing, tailoring, farming. etc.)</s>
<|message|>Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
The cold hadn't stopped the people of Ember Island from enjoying their harvest festival, even if it had stopped a good deal of the actual harvest. People were gathered in the square, where a large bon fire was lit, heating and lighting much of the square. People gathered around it, and a few fire bending jugglers were performing.
Jalika was mingling about the crowd, well known in this town for selling silk on festival days, even in this weather she did not disappoint. She didn't rent a stall, but instead carried a large bundle of the shiny golden fabric in a heavy pack on her back. Every once in a while, someone would pass her a handful of coins, and she'd give them a length of silk. It wasn't selling terribly well this year. Silk didn't keep you warm, and some people were more interested in the Earth Kingdom fellow selling wool. Still, the pockets inside her own silk robe were jingling pleasantly with coins by the time she saw the plume of black smoke rising form elsewhere in the town. No one else had noticed yet, and, as quietly as she could, just dumped her silks in an alley, leaning against a wall, and bought a skin of spiced wine from a street vendor, then started heading in that direction.
She could feel the disturbance in the air on her scalp, and could tell where the fire bender in question was, and managed to veer that direction, taking periodic sips from her wine skin. As she got closer, she was starting to sway a little in her walking, and her eyes were glazed by the time she reached the field where the two firebenders were talking. She started walking towards them, waving congenially.</s>
<|message|>Zodin Fu
Zodin slid a shiny circular coin, a small square removed from the middle, towards an unidentifiable man. Cloaked in dirty, tattered brown robes, this man hid his identity from Zodin. But it didn't matter, because Zodin's intentions weren't to unmask this mysterious fellow, but instead, to use him as a valuable asset in finding one of the most powerful forces in the world. Zodin turned his back to the hooded man only to hear a whisper breach his lips moments after, "Follow the patterns. The avatar runs from Iluq's forces. Find key locations that have been untouched by the ice, the avatar must have been or will be there." The high raspy voice was silenced. The voice proved to Zodin that his information source was a female.
"Thank you for your time. I must be going now." Zodin replied, his back still facing the hooded person. Zodin walked out of the crowded building where drinks and music were everywhere only to step into an empty street where few people were commuting and enjoying the day. Zodin walked the streets of a coast line town within the earth kingdom, a town which he'd once floated through in the past on separate occasions.
Working on finding a single person who is most likely being protected by the white lotus, as many previous avatars had, is easier said than done. Zodin's eye was caught by a busker in the street, a simple bender juggling fire dexterously. Zodin spoke to himself, "Until evidence or a lead pops up I might as well relax a bit." Zodin tossed a silver piece into a basket at the busker's feet and found a seat on a crate nearby. "Please, continue." Zodin implored as he reclined.</s>
<|message|>Lieutenant Chit Zai
Chit Zai nodded his approval of the avatar's decision. With a narrow smile, one that clearly showed pride in his apprentice, Chit Zai turned to face west. There was still some distance between them and the coast. Hopefully the recon force from Iluq's army wouldn't find them along the way. "Oh, I have no intention of missing him. He is our only way off this island." Chit Zai smirked at his comment. This would be a narrow escape at best. "If we head west, he should be at the coast before we arrive."
With that he motioned for Masaru to follow him and headed towards the west coast. He hadn't made it three steps before stopping suddenly and striking an offensive stance. Drawing his right fist back, he focused his mind and body on the building up of his desire to protect the avatar: the main driving force of his fire bending. Though she seemed to be an air nomad, she could easily be tied to Iluq. Commandingly Chit Zai called out "who are you? Speak quickly!" Even as he spoke the air around his fist began to crackle, the combustive force pushing to be released.</s>
<|message|>Masaru
Was Chit Zai's contact a water bender of some sort? Or maybe had one at his disposal? Masaru wasn't sure about what to make of what his master had just said, and was about to walk with the older man before stopping.
The Avatar watched as a bald figure approached them. He couldn't say anything as Chit Zai demanded answers from the person, who upon closer inspection appeared to be a woman. Chuckling nervously, Masaru quickly stepped in front of his fire bending master and waved back to the woman. He could feel the air around him swirling and crackling, a sure sign that Chit Zai was ready to strike.
"Hello!" The avatar spoke. "Don't mind him, he's just a little defensive... Can we have your name?"</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
Mai was staring in wonder as their bending-powered ice vehicle submerged under the waves, mouth open in surprise until she was startled back into the moment by Erok speaking to her, snapping back into attention and looking over at him to respond.
"Oh! Well, I mean, I don't know if the Avatar already has an earthbending teacher, but if he doesn't I can teach him. And besides, the earthbender rebellion wasn't accomplishing anything major. We were just slowing down the inevitable. And the Avatar is gonna need help either way, so..."</s>
<|message|>Jalika (Jaw-Lee-Caw)
She looked at the two of them unsteadily for a moment. The older man was displacing air, gathering his chi for fire bending, but he had yet to make an actual aggressive move, so Jalika did nothing about him. The other was actively friendly. Both were cautious of her for reasons she her mind was busy guessing at, but the younger man was taking a different approach. There was something about him, spiritually, that made her wonder.
"I am Jalika," she spoke in a slow careful voice, as if afraid of slurring or mispeaking. "Who're you?" She pointed am unsteady finger at them.</s>
<|message|>Character's Name
He was quick to respond, making sure tha his master couldn't speak for him. "My name is... Li! I'm Li." He said to the woman confidently. There were a lot of Lis. The name also seemed right, in a sense. He figured he had just come up with a name, but it felt to be much more than that. He motioned towards his master, trying to get him to introduce himself with a possibly fake name in the event that the woman was a spy for Iluq, as they had ran into spies before.</s>
<|message|>Erok
Erok nodded as Mai trailed off, and both looked pensively out at the swirling waters around them.
"Last I heard, the Avatar hasn't learned any other elements aside from their native Fire. I've never heard of an Avatar being taught multiple elements at once, let alone outside the traditional cycle, but we might not have much choice. I have a feeling that for a while, we'll be acting as bodyguards."
Together they sat in silence, contemplating the mess they were about to get themselves into, and the implications it would bring. Erok knew that without talented teachers, the Avatar's abilities wouldn't grow fast enough to fight Iluq in time to stop her. While he was sure that he could teach the Avatar how to Water bend and how to defend against it, he knew little of Mai's abilities other than that she was good enough to combat Water forces and escape intact. That had to mean something, at least.
The water around them was beginning to glow a little more warmly as they approached the shoreline, and though the sea was mostly clear, the sky above appeared to becoming cloudy. Erok continued his sweeping movements until they had resurfaced, sliding up and along the sandy shore and behind some nearby foliage. Gesturing for Mai to stand with him, he then bent the ice craft into liquid water again, allowing it to pour into the earth, soaking into the soil. They had arrived.
Black smoke was coiling up from the town. It would be risky to use his prepared flares at this point, lest he draw attention from the enemy. What if the Avatar and Chit couldn't get through the Water forces to the shoreline? They needed to move, and quickly.
"Mai, the plan at this point is to meet with the Avatar and his Fire bending master. If we don't happen to cross paths, they should send a bright purple or green plume of flame from this location, in which case we double back. I don't like the look of that smoke, they should be here by now; if they happened to be ambushed by traitor Fire military, they could be in serious trouble. I need to go help them, but I won't force you to come with. You can either stay here and wait for them, or come with me and help search, wherever you think you'd be most useful."</s>
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<|message|>Zodin Fu
Zodin began to sweat as he sat in the sun watching the performer juggle fire. Almost half an hour as past, the the younger fellow had brought in quite the loot. He decided to quit for the day and pack up, apologizing to the crowed of 4 who stood around him watching. Zodin decided he might as well leave too, and proceeded to get up from the crate. He stretched his back and arranged his clothes so they were comfortable again. Moments later, after coming to the realization that he wasn't distracting his mind anymore, the words of his mysterious source had resurfaced from his subconscious. "Follow the patterns..." Zodin mumbled through his dry lips. Without a clear destination in mind he started to wander.
Zodin started to think of all the places in which he should start looking. He unintentionally started to think out loud as he wandered the sstreets of the coast lined town. "I've already deducted that the avatar would be somewhere in the Fire nation, since the previous avatar was of Earth origin. Where in the fire nation exactly, is hard to say. If only I could have some sort of connection in the fire nation, that way I could at least of some stable ground and a lead if I did enter the fire nation." Zodin realized he was talking out loud when he past a small crowed of boys who were kicking a ball in the street. The ball had rolled of the "field" and hit the side of Zodin's leg. Zodin hesitated when deciding if he should kick the ball back...He decided not to, and continued walking.
"I guess I will never find a lead or someone who can act as my connection to the world of underground information unless I actually travel to the fire nation." Zodin pondered some more on the topic. Zodin was no bounty hunter, but he did know how to squeeze information out of people, one or another. "It's decided, I leave for the fire nation at the break of dawn. Low sunlight, low foot traffic, and anybody who is awake, will be too tired to bother with me." Feeling accomplished with his basic plan, he walked towards the inn for a reservation. "It's getting cluody, might as well wasted the day at the bar."</s>
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<|description|>Yue Wudao
"We fight to live, we live to fight, and tonight you'll hear my battle cry."
-Yue
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T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Yue Zhutie Wudao (His name loosely translates into, dance of the iron moon.)
|Birth Date|
October 3rd
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
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A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Yue is a small male, standing at just five foot six, and weighing only one hundred fifteen pounds. He has an athletic build, you certainly won't find any fat on this guy, but there's definitely some muscle, including a six pack that he's very proud of. The muscles in his back are also very well defined from swinging around weapons all day. He has chest length, medium brown, hair that he likes to keep tied up and out of his face, though there's some darn front pieces that are too short and keep falling out of the ponytail. His eyes are a golden brown color that can look anywhere from gold to orange depending on the lighting. Darkness makes the gold pop out, but fire brings out the orange. He has long, graceful limbs and fingers, as well as pointed facial features.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Yue has three main scars, with some other smaller ones littering his frame. The first scar is his largest, which is a neat line caused by some kind of sword on his back, going all the way from right shoulder to left hip. The second is a burn scar on his lower left leg, the last is a jagged line starting at the corner of his right eye and disappearing into his hair.
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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Weapons, Warm weather, the color red, books, proving himself, tea, strong women.
✘ Arrogant people, cold weather, damsels in distress, the color pink, how his eyes change color, benders who flaunt their powers, losing.
|Habits|
Flicks his tessen open and closed when bored, fiddles with his hair when nervous, tends to over train, wears his battle expression when feeling threatened.
|Fears|
☠ Failure, small or closed in spaces, the ocean, snakes.
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D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Fighter ♦ Mature ♦ Stubborn ♦ Strong Minded ♦
Yue was forced to grow up too fast, thus he is an incredibly mature and serious individual. He likes to keep on track of things and doesn't have much time for fun. He can keep a cool head in almost any situation. He's stubborn and feisty, he won't be giving up without a fight. He's observant and sees a lot more than people give him credit for. People assume that he's all brawn and no brain, but that isn't true, he's got a good head on his shoulders and a lot common sense and world experience than most. He doesn't like to talk much, but when he does, you better listen, because its usually important. He's a good listener, but don't ask him for advice, his people skills are pretty much none existent. He's a bit of an adrenaline junkie and loves a good fight or near death situation to get his blood pumping.
Due to being so mature and serious, he can come off as cold or unfriendly, but once you get to know him, he's incredibly loyal and a good friend. Even if the world is going to hell around you, he'll have your back. He's protective and not afraid to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. He's a hint shy and gets nervous when meeting new people, especially if that person happens to be female, he doesn't get the chance to talk to people often, let alone people of the female variety. He's more likely to open up to strong people, males or females, as he absolutely hates the damsel in distress type of person, that doesn't stop him from saving them, but that has something to do with the fact that he hates them.
|Place of Origin|
Fire Nation Capital
|History|
Yue was born in the Fire Nation Capital, to a high ranking member of the army. His father was extremely disappointed when Yue was born without the ability to bend, as it was family tradition for the men of the family to serve as soldiers. Instead Yue began his training in weaponry at a very young age. He was forced to grow up quickly due to this. He was isolated, spending his days as a child training instead of interacting with other kids and playing, causing him to miss out on some very important people skills. By the time he was thirteen, Yue had already mastered seven different weapons, and could pick up about anything and use it effectively, all he was missing was battle experience. But it was at this time that he confronted his father and told the man that he didn't want to train any longer.
The man was furious, and as Yue turned to leave, picked up one of the swords they had been practicing with, and caused the scar on Yue's back. Instinct kicked in and before collapsing, Yue seriously injured his father. His mother found them fifteen minutes later, laying on the floor of the training room, bleeding out. After waiting for months for his wound to fully heal, and spending his time reading, Yue was fully healed. In that time he realized how much he actually enjoyed weaponry and fighting. After apologizing to his father, the man resumed his training.
At sixteen he joined the Fire Nation Army, the youngest in his family to do so. He spent his time bored out of his mind fighting in boring border skirmishes and the like. When the news reached that the Water Tribe was trying to conquer the world, his father gave him a new set of orders. Protect the Avatar.
|Extra|
Yue is a master of any and all things weaponry. He can pick up a weapon and wield it effectively. His favorites are the jian and a wooden staff the same height that he is. Those are the two that he carries around, along with a tessen, or bladed fan. He is physically strong from years of swinging weapons around. He is quick, fast, and agile, which are three completely different things. Quickness is how fast one strikes, fast is the speed at which one moves, and agility is ones ability to move well. These three things give him an almost dance like fighting style.
Dinosairs.</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
"It's really up to the Avatar, but from what it sounds like, there's a lot more of them on this island than us, and if we start fighting they're all gonna notice. I could bend a tunnel back to the beach and I don't think we would be spotted. From there you could take us back the way we came, and I've got plenty of contacts in the Kingdom who would help us."</s>
<|message|>Masaru
"Just... One more time..." A young man panted to himself, his feet digging into the warm sand that covered the beach. Well, it wouldn't have been a beach without sand, that's like it's defning feature other than water. A beach wasn't a beach if it didn't have sand and water. Sand, small microbes of rocks and other things, like shells, that got just about everywhere. The rocks were usually brought down to that size because of the waters, which eroded the rocks over many, many years. He wondered what Ember Island would have been like centuries ago when the world was new, and did not have time to erode rocks, dirt, and other materials into sand. he wondered-
Masaru shook his head. He needed to stop procrastinating and get back to his forms. Beads of sweat trickled from his face. They hit the small particles of assorted mat-
"Gah!" He roared, his foot stomping the ground and accidentally heating it. It wasn't nearly enough to turn the sand into glass, but it was just enough for him to notice that he was unintentionally heating the ground beneath his feet.
He stood up fully, dropping out of his combat stance and wiggling his fingers into a small pocket on the belt that adorned his waist. It seemed to be a salt or power of some kind, white in color. He only took a pinch from the bag, and proceeded to start a fire within his hand. The salt made his flame burn a deep carmine color.
He grew the flame, playing with it and making sure that it stayed alive while he dropped into another stance. He was great at firebending, but there was always room for improvement. There was also the fact that the world was slowly being consumed in ice, and he had no teachers to help with the other elements.
Hopefully he only needed the strength and firepower of a dragon to take down the Water Tribe.
He sighed, dropping out of the stance once again and watching as the fire dissipated from the air. With little else on his mind, he walked away from his little secluded beach, heading back towards the actual town on Ember Island.
"Tano!" Masaru called out. His head turned to look at the Armadillo bear rolling towards him. While Masaru had been training and practicing, Tano had been sleeping, resting just in front of where the water had been at high tide that day. He could not allow the harness with Masaru's gear to get wet, and was smart enough to know where to sleep to avoid that problem.
The Armadillo bear unrolled completely, standing on its four legs and waiting patiently for Masaru to hop onto his back. If Masaru needed a quick getaway, which wasn't often in his homeland, He'd be against Tano's stomach holding on as the hybrid rolled about quickly. However, the two did not need to escape, and simply walked off towards the town.
Ember Island was his home. He knew it backwards and forward, and just about everyone there. He was only on the Island for a stop, though, and had come just to see his parents for a few days before the Fire Sages told him where to go. They'd probably send him off to one of those Air Temples. That was the next element that he needed to learn, anyways.
Little did Masaru know, two pairs of eyes were watching him from afar.</s>
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<|message|>Yue Wudao
The clash of steel sang out all around him, while the stench of sweat filled his nostrils. The large room was hot, due to both the number of bodies working out in it, and the fact that there were Firebenders practicing as well. Yue's wooden staff connected with his opponent's shoulder. Hard enough to warn the man he had gotten hit, but gentle enough not to cause him injury. The two backed up a bit, resetting their match, and after a moment began again. As their sparring continued, Yue's face remained as blank as it had been when they first started over an hour ago. Though he was tiring, as evident by the sweat causing his hair to stick to him, and by his heavier breathing, his expression showed no signs of it. Unlike his opponent, who was much more visibly tired.
They went on for a while longer, before Yue's opponent bent over with his hands on his knees. The younger soldier let up his attacks and instantly made sure his ally and training partner was okay. Though he may have been serious, he wasn't uncaring. The two agreed to call it a day and went their separate ways. It was Yue's day off, so naturally he planned on spending it training, or reading, as usual. As he left the training hall he retrieved his other weapons from the wall. The jian he strapped to his waist, while the tessen was tucked into the long sleeve of his top. The staff stayed in his left hand, tucked up against his body respectfully.
As Yue was heading to his room to clean up after training, he was stopped by another soldier. Apparently his father, General Wudao, wanted to see him. After thanking the soldier, Yue changed directions and began the walk to his father's office. He couldn't help but wonder just what his father wanted from him. It must have been a new assignment of some kind, that was the only time the man ever talked to him. He prayed to whatever higher power was out there that this new assignment would be more fun than the last ones. Guard duty and border skirmishes were hellishly boring.
Yue approached his father's office and rapped sharply on the door. Entering at his father's command. "You wanted to see me sir?" Yue said, his expression calm as ever.
General Wudao's usually stern expression softened. 'Boy, I may be your commanding officer, but I'm also your father. When we're alone, you're allowed to refer to me as such." The man stated, just as calmly as his son had.
Yue bowed respectfully. "Of course, father." Though the way he said father was exactly the same as he would have said sir.
General Wudao rose from his desk and beckoned his son to come towards him. The man turned around and looked out the large window behind his desk, watching the people go about their day, most none the wiser about what would happen next. "As you probably already know, the Water Tribe seems to be set on world domination." The man explained after Yue went to stand next to him. "And as you also already know, the Avatar is from the Fire Nation this time. We have located him, a boy just a few years younger than yourself."
Yue listened in silence, but at this he perked up. "I assume the Avatar is the key to stopping the Water Tribe." He stated, not asked.
General Wudao nodded. "Right now, he is only capable of Firebending. He will need teachers if he is to master the other elements and keep the peace. That is where you come in." The man paused, making Yue think this entire thing was a cruel joke. He was incapable of teaching the Avatar any bending style. "Your new assignment is simple. Protect the Avatar at all costs. If you fail this mission, your life is forfeit."
Though he didn't show it, Yue was frightened by the prospect, but also excited by it. "I understand father, and I will not fail."
General Wudao smiled. "Atta boy. You will find the boy on Ember Island, I suggest you pack your things and move quickly, he'll be moving soon."
With that, Yue was dismissed, and left his father's office after giving the man a bow. Yue walked through the halls towards his room, his pace faster than normal and a bit of a spring in his step. His new mission most certainly wasn't going to be boring, that's for sure. His heart fluttered with excitement and his usual blank expression was slightly less blank and leaning towards a smile. He returned to his room and quickly packed a bag. Something light that wouldn't slow him down, but also contained very useful objects. The least useful thing he had was a book, but that was one thing he couldn't go without in his eyes.
Packing took him less than ten minutes, and after it was done, he set off. The only person he would even consider saying goodbye to was his mother, and likely his father had already told her, so that would have just been a waste of time. Instead he set off right away toward Ember Island. Keeping his new mission fresh in his mind. Find and protect the Avatar, no matter the cost.</s>
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<|description|>Soro
"I refuse to keep my head above the clouds blindly while the world drowns in the rain."
-Soro
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T H E B A S I C S
|Name|
Soro
|Birth Date|
July 22
|Age|
18
|Gender|
Male
A P P E A R A N C E
|In Depth Appearance|
Soro has brown hair to go with brown eyes. His skin has clearly been tanned heavily by the sun and what was once smooth skin has grown rough and course due to years of hard work and training. Standing just under six feet tall with a noticeable amount of muscle bulk, Soro looks like someone who has traveled a fair bit and seen a decent amount of the world; This is largely because he has. Favoring cloth clothing for the lightness and flexibility that it provides him, Soro has also taken to wearing bandages around his hands and somewhat up his wrists in order to protect his knuckles while training and to cover up some of his tattoos.
|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Soro bares the tattoos of the Northen Air Temple, however the only two that are still visible are the ones that are on the backs of his hands; Neglect and attempts to scrub them off have caused them to fade, but they still remain after several years.
|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Moon Peach, Duck, Training, Beautiful women, Fighting, Being right, Dealing with the worst of humanity as he deems fit.
✘ Self Righteous Hypocrites, Air Nomads, Pacifists, Being told he is wrong, Corruption, Monstrous human beings, Chill
|Habits|
He will crack his knuckles to help him think, He bites his nails, He is prone to talking to himself at times in order to help him unwind.
|Fears|
☠ Being buried alive, Drowning, Dying of old age.
D E L V I N G D E E P E R
|Personality|
♦ Zealous ♦ Compassionate ♦ Justice Seeker ♦ Vengeance Dealer ♦
Soro is not what one pictures an air bender to be; While he is generally a rather kind and compassionate person to those he meets, those that anger him by their actions are likely to see the fires of rage that burns darkly in Soro's soul. He will not turn a blind to the those in need of help nor will he ignore such heinous acts such as rape or murder due to a deep seated belief that if he doesn't stand against that sort of thing, no one else will. His eagerness to engage in violence to achieve this goal serves to further distance himself from standard air nomad philosophy, which he holds in deep contempt.
|Place of Origin|
Northern Air Temple
|History|
Born at the Western Air Temple to a Nomad mother, Soro remained with her only until he was old enough to be sent to the Northern Air Temple to start learning the ways of the Air Nomads; He wasn't old enough to know his mothers actual name and has never gone back to the Western Air Temple to see her again. For many years Soro was just another air nomad student, living a free and peaceful existence while learning the thirty-six tiers of airbending, a feat he achieved at the age of fourteen and earning his tattoos to symblise his mastery of the air bending arts.
Two months after being acknowledged as a master of airbending, Soro was part of a group that visited a nearby earth kingdom village in order to see the world and explore it a little. While spending a bit of time near a river that some of the locals fished at, Soro overheard the sounds of screaming and struggle nearby; Deeming that someone was in danger, he went to assist and came across an adult man doing... horrible things to an eight year old girl. Something snapped in Soro's mind at the sight; In a rage, he used his airbending to blast the man away from the small girl, slamming him into a tree hard enough to shatter both it and the man's body, killing him.
Taking the girl back to the village and returning her to her family, he explained what had happened to them. Before the sun was down, Soro was considered a hero by the people of the earth village for saving the girl from a man who was wanted for several such crimes in the past. The Air Nomads saw him as a monster for taking a life, even if it was in defense of another and shunned him as an outcast. Overcome with rage at what he saw as self important hypocrisy on behalf of his former friends and peers, Soro abandoned the air nomad lifestyle in disgust.
Traveling away from his former home, Soro learned how to fight from several teachers during his travels of both the Earth Kingdom and the Fire Nation, favoring a blade and his limbs over his former staff. Earning money as a bounty hunter, he often got into fights often with criminal elements of both nations.
|Extra|
A trained Air Bender, he largely uses it to increase his speed to be much higher then his size suggests. Since leaving the Air Nomads four years ago, he has dedicated himself to learning how to fight with fist, foot and blade and putting those stills to good use by acting as a bounty hunter. He firmly believes that he could potentially 'sharpen' the wind that he uses while airbending, giving himself a deadly offensive weapon once he figures out how to do it.
Dinosairs.</s>
<|message|>Mao Lei
"It's really up to the Avatar, but from what it sounds like, there's a lot more of them on this island than us, and if we start fighting they're all gonna notice. I could bend a tunnel back to the beach and I don't think we would be spotted. From there you could take us back the way we came, and I've got plenty of contacts in the Kingdom who would help us."</s>
<|message|>Masaru
"Just... One more time..." A young man panted to himself, his feet digging into the warm sand that covered the beach. Well, it wouldn't have been a beach without sand, that's like it's defning feature other than water. A beach wasn't a beach if it didn't have sand and water. Sand, small microbes of rocks and other things, like shells, that got just about everywhere. The rocks were usually brought down to that size because of the waters, which eroded the rocks over many, many years. He wondered what Ember Island would have been like centuries ago when the world was new, and did not have time to erode rocks, dirt, and other materials into sand. he wondered-
Masaru shook his head. He needed to stop procrastinating and get back to his forms. Beads of sweat trickled from his face. They hit the small particles of assorted mat-
"Gah!" He roared, his foot stomping the ground and accidentally heating it. It wasn't nearly enough to turn the sand into glass, but it was just enough for him to notice that he was unintentionally heating the ground beneath his feet.
He stood up fully, dropping out of his combat stance and wiggling his fingers into a small pocket on the belt that adorned his waist. It seemed to be a salt or power of some kind, white in color. He only took a pinch from the bag, and proceeded to start a fire within his hand. The salt made his flame burn a deep carmine color.
He grew the flame, playing with it and making sure that it stayed alive while he dropped into another stance. He was great at firebending, but there was always room for improvement. There was also the fact that the world was slowly being consumed in ice, and he had no teachers to help with the other elements.
Hopefully he only needed the strength and firepower of a dragon to take down the Water Tribe.
He sighed, dropping out of the stance once again and watching as the fire dissipated from the air. With little else on his mind, he walked away from his little secluded beach, heading back towards the actual town on Ember Island.
"Tano!" Masaru called out. His head turned to look at the Armadillo bear rolling towards him. While Masaru had been training and practicing, Tano had been sleeping, resting just in front of where the water had been at high tide that day. He could not allow the harness with Masaru's gear to get wet, and was smart enough to know where to sleep to avoid that problem.
The Armadillo bear unrolled completely, standing on its four legs and waiting patiently for Masaru to hop onto his back. If Masaru needed a quick getaway, which wasn't often in his homeland, He'd be against Tano's stomach holding on as the hybrid rolled about quickly. However, the two did not need to escape, and simply walked off towards the town.
Ember Island was his home. He knew it backwards and forward, and just about everyone there. He was only on the Island for a stop, though, and had come just to see his parents for a few days before the Fire Sages told him where to go. They'd probably send him off to one of those Air Temples. That was the next element that he needed to learn, anyways.
Little did Masaru know, two pairs of eyes were watching him from afar.</s>
<|message|>Yue Wudao
The clash of steel sang out all around him, while the stench of sweat filled his nostrils. The large room was hot, due to both the number of bodies working out in it, and the fact that there were Firebenders practicing as well. Yue's wooden staff connected with his opponent's shoulder. Hard enough to warn the man he had gotten hit, but gentle enough not to cause him injury. The two backed up a bit, resetting their match, and after a moment began again. As their sparring continued, Yue's face remained as blank as it had been when they first started over an hour ago. Though he was tiring, as evident by the sweat causing his hair to stick to him, and by his heavier breathing, his expression showed no signs of it. Unlike his opponent, who was much more visibly tired.
They went on for a while longer, before Yue's opponent bent over with his hands on his knees. The younger soldier let up his attacks and instantly made sure his ally and training partner was okay. Though he may have been serious, he wasn't uncaring. The two agreed to call it a day and went their separate ways. It was Yue's day off, so naturally he planned on spending it training, or reading, as usual. As he left the training hall he retrieved his other weapons from the wall. The jian he strapped to his waist, while the tessen was tucked into the long sleeve of his top. The staff stayed in his left hand, tucked up against his body respectfully.
As Yue was heading to his room to clean up after training, he was stopped by another soldier. Apparently his father, General Wudao, wanted to see him. After thanking the soldier, Yue changed directions and began the walk to his father's office. He couldn't help but wonder just what his father wanted from him. It must have been a new assignment of some kind, that was the only time the man ever talked to him. He prayed to whatever higher power was out there that this new assignment would be more fun than the last ones. Guard duty and border skirmishes were hellishly boring.
Yue approached his father's office and rapped sharply on the door. Entering at his father's command. "You wanted to see me sir?" Yue said, his expression calm as ever.
General Wudao's usually stern expression softened. 'Boy, I may be your commanding officer, but I'm also your father. When we're alone, you're allowed to refer to me as such." The man stated, just as calmly as his son had.
Yue bowed respectfully. "Of course, father." Though the way he said father was exactly the same as he would have said sir.
General Wudao rose from his desk and beckoned his son to come towards him. The man turned around and looked out the large window behind his desk, watching the people go about their day, most none the wiser about what would happen next. "As you probably already know, the Water Tribe seems to be set on world domination." The man explained after Yue went to stand next to him. "And as you also already know, the Avatar is from the Fire Nation this time. We have located him, a boy just a few years younger than yourself."
Yue listened in silence, but at this he perked up. "I assume the Avatar is the key to stopping the Water Tribe." He stated, not asked.
General Wudao nodded. "Right now, he is only capable of Firebending. He will need teachers if he is to master the other elements and keep the peace. That is where you come in." The man paused, making Yue think this entire thing was a cruel joke. He was incapable of teaching the Avatar any bending style. "Your new assignment is simple. Protect the Avatar at all costs. If you fail this mission, your life is forfeit."
Though he didn't show it, Yue was frightened by the prospect, but also excited by it. "I understand father, and I will not fail."
General Wudao smiled. "Atta boy. You will find the boy on Ember Island, I suggest you pack your things and move quickly, he'll be moving soon."
With that, Yue was dismissed, and left his father's office after giving the man a bow. Yue walked through the halls towards his room, his pace faster than normal and a bit of a spring in his step. His new mission most certainly wasn't going to be boring, that's for sure. His heart fluttered with excitement and his usual blank expression was slightly less blank and leaning towards a smile. He returned to his room and quickly packed a bag. Something light that wouldn't slow him down, but also contained very useful objects. The least useful thing he had was a book, but that was one thing he couldn't go without in his eyes.
Packing took him less than ten minutes, and after it was done, he set off. The only person he would even consider saying goodbye to was his mother, and likely his father had already told her, so that would have just been a waste of time. Instead he set off right away toward Ember Island. Keeping his new mission fresh in his mind. Find and protect the Avatar, no matter the cost.</s>
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<|message|>Soro
Many people believed that the benders of the Water tribes were the undisputed masters of ocean travel. To be perfectly fair they weren't wrong to think so either; Being able to control the waters that were running under your ship was a major asset when it came to traveling by the waves after all, but had the Air Nomads ever bothered to set their minds towards ocean travel Soro was fairly certain that they would have given the Water benders a run for their money for that title.
Standing on the deck of a fire nation trader ship, Soro breathed deeply before letting out another good, solid gust of wind in order to fill the sails of the ship and drive it forwards over the somewhat still ocean towards Ember Island. It had been part of the arrangement that he had made with Captain Lee; In return for passage to Ember Island, Soro would help provide a steady breeze that would ensure that the trading ship got there days, if not a week ahead of schedule. Considering that the arrangement meant that both of them got to where they wanted to go in a safe and timely manner it had been working out just fine for all concerned.
Ember Island was already visible on the horizon; Wouldn't be long now until he could take some time to relax on its beaches for himself for a time. Encouraged by the fact that the journey was nearly at an end, Soro started to put a little more effort into the gusts of wind that he was pushing into the sails then he had been before.</s>
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<|description|>Daikoku Aoshi.
Appearance - Appearance: Apart from the normal black and white uniform of the shinigami Aoshi possess very little that makes him fit in with the rest of his comrades. For one, he's very tall and broad over the shoulders, reaching a full height of well over two meters, thus he can look down on most people. His hair has already turned white, but a few patches of black still remain, luckily he has not begun to go bald but has begun to cut his hair short. His eyes are bright green, and very alert. Some wrinkles have appeared on his face, mostly around the eyes and mouth, but fails to make him look old. Only experienced. In his life, he worked as a shipbuilder and lost his left arm (halfway between the shoulder and elbow) in an accident while launching his latest creation. He thought that he'd be reunited with his lost limb in the afterlife, but that was not the case.
Distinguishing features: Most people can hear Aoshi long before they see him. His loud, booming voice travel well through the air and when he's happy his laughter can be heard from far away. Once he comes into view people react to his size (he's built like Komamura) and bright, almost shining eyes. Aoshi's huge stature gives him an edge when it comes to strength, even though he only has one arm he can often overpower people he spars and duels with.
Age – 89 dead, 43 alive.
Gender - Male.
Class – Soul Reaper.
Division - 8th.
Seat - 3.
Zanpakuto name: Amaya. (Night rain).
Description: Aoshi's inner world takes the form of an endless sea at night. The sea is filled with countless rowboats of different sizes and shapes (from different cultures). Amaya herself has the form of a mermaid with pitch black hair and exceptional beauty who will rise up from the water to speak to Aoshi. She is very flirty and will invite him down under the water on several occasions. What would happen if he were to accept? No one knows.
Sealed form: Amaya looks like a standard Zanpakuto with dark blue wrapping at the handle and a matching scabbard. Details are made with dark wood instead of metal.
Shikai:
Activation: Aoshi must hold Amaya by the handle, with the back of the blade resting against his shoulder and utter the phrase "I long for the sea, Amaya".
Appearance: Amaya's released state is divided in two, a conch shell that functions like a horn, and a spear with three tips, commonly known as a trident.
Shell: The shell works like a horn, and can be heard for miles by anyone with the talent to see/hear spirits. The sound is packed with spiritual energy, and at close range it can stun or even knock back weaker forms of hollow. Incoming projectile attacks can be rendered useless by a well-timed blow, but only if the attack in itself is weak enough. Something like a cero would punch right through.
Trident: Originally a simple fishing tool favored by fishermen of most cultures, this tool was weaponized by the gladiators in ancient Rome.
Aoshi's trident (at the start of the game) is a basic attack-type weapon. What is unique however is that it seems to amplify Aoshi's already monstrous strength, and move on its own.
Aoshi's arm is lost forever, but the spirit of it is retrieved by Amaya when he enters Shikai. The spear doesn't move on its own, it is being manipulated by Aoshi's left hand and arm.
Aoshi was born into a farmer's house in Japan more than 100 years ago. He worked the fields and tended the cattle as a young boy, but had a good head and was sent to the nearby shipbuilder to learn a real profession. Shipbuilding is an art that demands a lot of a person's mind and body, Aoshi had planty of both and learned fast. When he became an adult he was known as the "giant" because he was at least one head taller than anyone around, and almost twice as wide. He was always received well and was a trusted member of the community.
The loss of his left arm was a great tragedy for everyone in the village. Aoshi had finished one of his boats and was helped by a small army to transport it down to the water. They wouldn't have to walk far, but it was demanding nonetheless. Disaster struck when the pole that Aoshi used to hold the boat with snapped, by reflex he shot his arm out, trying to catch the thing, but the sudden weight shift had made many of the others drop their ends and Aoshi was trapped beneath the ship.
The others freed Aoshi as fast as they could, but his arm was crushed. Someone had fetched a doctor, but anyone could see that the arm would have to be amputated.
After the incident Aoshi stepped back from the building, and instead took in a team of young, bright lads to teach. Aoshi was plagued by "phantom limb syndrome", frequently feeling things with his left hand, or suddenly cry out in pain of a wound that had long since healed. At the age of 43 he couldn't take it anymore, he took a boat, rowed as far as he could and jumped in.
Unknown to him, Aoshi became a hollow and terrorized the small village he had once called home. A patrolling soul reaper heard his scream one lucky day and, after a brief fight, released him. The village couldn't recover from the damage, a few managed to relocate to other settlements, but those who refused to leave starved or froze to death.
Knowing nothing about what happens after death Aoshi was brought to Soul Society and the Rukon district (wandering soul city). As a working man Aoshi soon found something to do, and never stood still. Not only were his phantom pains gone, he felt strangely unrestrained in this new world. It wasn't long before he felt a familiar feeling, hunger.
Of course, being a working man he had money, bought food and thought nothing of it, no one had told him that souls normally didn't eat. One day, after replenishing his stock of food he was spotted by a soul reaper who just happened to be passing by. Aoshi is a large man, and eats a lot, so he was really hard not to notice.
The soul reaper told Aoshi about hunger and what it meant, and that there was a place for people like him. At first Aoshi didn't even think about joining the reapers, as he always had been a peaceful man, rarely involved in fighting. But as time and his hunger grew he found himself drawn toward the reaper academy.
During his time as a student Aoshi did fairly well. He wasn't the brightest or most skillful student, but well above average. After graduating he was accepted into the eight division where he quickly rose through the ranks and become a seated officer. Even in this elevated rank Aoshi climbed fast, then suddenly stopped. People whisper about a secret duel between the third seat and the lieutenant of the eighth division where the seat was brought to tears at the mere sight of the lieutenant's unrestrained power, some whisper the opposite, and claims that the lieutenant bought his place by the captains side from the seat. The only known fact is that Aoshi never openly oppose the lieutenant, and the lieutenant treats Aoshi with much respect.
Details – Aoshi is a peaceful man who truly believes that violence is the last way out. He'll often go out of his way to find another way to settle any kind of disagreement. Despite this, if he has to fight, he'll do it quick and hard, so he'll at least won't have to fight for long.
Evolution - Big changes to your character or newly acquired forms and/or powers achieved during the progression of this thread should be listed here. For example a lieutenant becoming a captain or a soul reaper becoming a visor.</s>
<|message|>Angelo Ortega
after a few moments the kido corps opened the senkeimon and two hell butterflies appeared to light their way through the darkness of the precipice world and lead them straight into Katakura town nearby where the hollow was believed to be in at the moment...
Angelo sighed as he finished his instant ramen and he started his walk towards the park and after a little bit he found the hollow and he sat down on a bench nearby waving to her "so how's it going light? kill any hollows yet?" Angelo said smiling a little at her knowing she wasn't much of a harm to him considering he used to be a captain and while they haven't become friends they weren't strangers neither so they had a simple understanding of kill hollows only or I come after you kind of understanding.</s>
<|message|>Light
"No... Nights are so boring when nothing happens." Light said with a sigh at the local vizard who decided to pay her a visit. The two sorta knew each other but mostly kept to themselves. Their first encounter lead to a stand still as while Light couldn't really beat him, after awile he couldn't beat her either. After that he mostly left her alone as she wasn't interested in the pluses like every other hollow was, an act that has kept most local shimigami from outright attacking her.
"So, just coming by to say Hi or is something going to happen?" She continued, laying down as she looked at the sky with a bored expression. "I'm more surprised that any hollows have appeared myself. They usually come out a lot at this time of day."</s>
<|message|>Daikoku Aoshi.
"This one is a handfull..." Amaya said inside Aoshi's mind, but nothing in his face would give it away, nor that he agreed.
As the lieutenant had come closer Aoshi had recognised her instantly and at the same time remembered which face went with the name. People from the different squads didn't really mix that often, only on special occasion. Of course the captains and lieutenants met regularly, but the grunts pretty much stayed with their own. This allowed for some serious problems with misplaced division loyalty. People arbitrarily believed their squad to be better than the others. On the rare occasions when the squads did meet en masse there was almost always at least one fight, which only added to the fourth division's workload on what should be a relaxing event.
Aoshi did like the fourth division, the people there were generally pretty calm and approachable, being the medics and supporters of the 13 squads attracted a certain kind of people… But in the end, someone from the fourth was almost guaranteed a good conversationalist, and could talk about something else than how cutting hollow with a zanpakuto was the best feeling ever.
Aoshi was silent as he got up. The lieutenant had tried to scare him but it wouldn't work. For one, she didn't hold any power over him as they were assigned to different squads. Second, he was in time and ready, while she came last and was rude to boot.
He looked down on her, they were at a tough place etiquette-wise. If they'd been alive Aoshi would've been the higher ranking of the two. Not only was he male, but also older. The fact that she outranked him wouldn't matter in comparison. Here things were a lot more complicated.
Aoshi was still older, so that merited some respect, but gender had no weight anymore, and rank was important.
The lieutenant apparently felt comfortable being the high-ranking of the two, Aoshi could play along for the sake of conversation.
"Please mind your tone, lieutenant. They are working as fast as they can. Also, what are you talking about "epic"? Aren't we just going to watch the strange hollow to see if it's a threat or not? Doesn't sound very epic to me… Don't really know why the patrolling reapers can't take care of it either now that I think of it…"</s>
<|message|>Sunōfurēku Tatasuko
Rēku couldn't help but to giggle at Aoshi. Of course he was right that was their standard mission, but that wasn't the part that was supposed to be epic, no. The part that made this an adventure was simply visiting the world of the living in itself. The mission was just an excuse for getting to the world of the living. Sadly the mission itself would be quite boring most likely. Then it dawned on her that Aoshi had a good point. Why were they the ones having to do this? Maybe there was a chance this mission could be fun besides the site seeing.
"Oh come on!" Rēku said while giggling still. "The world of the living is one of the most amazing places to visit! The smells of all the different foods, the sites they have are breath taking, and to top it off they have less rules!" This third seat really did need to expand his horizons if he only thought about the mission. This was an opportunity to enjoy themselves! "Now then, let's try to enjoy this trip! Make the most of it, do our job so the head captain doesn't get angry with us, and maybe even find something new to eat! Well that is...if you're ready to go yet..." In the end she had to poke at him for being so dull. Of course Rēku had to get stuck with the old guy, but of course it's because he was the type of person that he was that allowed Rēku to enjoy teasing him and others.</s>
<|message|>Angelo Ortega
well by our luck when were near each other something is bound to happen as you know. however at this point it is just a social visit and I was wondering if you wanted some instant ramen in case no hollows show up tonight, you don't know what your missing" Angelo said laughing a little as he looked up at the sky wondering what would happen today. usually it would just end with him saying goodbye to his little hollow acquaintance and just leave but Angelo felt like staying with her this time because it seemed like something was going to happen soon...</s>
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<|message|>Daikoku Aoshi.
And with that said they were away.
The gatekeepers fired up the gate to the living world and a hell butterfly came soaring to lead them through. Aoshi had always thought it was kind of strange that the tiny insects were so versatile and so useful in the everyday life of the soul reapers. They were the basis of the communications network as well as the facilitators of travel between worlds… Made you wonder where the real power in soul society really was really located.
On the other end of the tunnel was the world of the living. The portal took Aoshi and his fearless sidekick Reku to the right place, Katakura town, but closer than that was hard. The hollow was nowhere in sight. They'd come out in some kind of industrial area. All round them were huge, squat warehouses painted in different colours to keep them apart. Numbers ten feet tall helped as well. They'd come out right behind warehouse 5. To their left was warehouse 12 and straight ahead warehouse 9. The internal logic of the place made Aoshi groan in imagined pain.
They were by no account alone. The place was in full steam. Humans ran back and forth, drove forklifts and larger vehicles. It was lucky that normal living couldn't see or sense reapers, because they would have had quite the audience.
The big reaper looked around, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that they had come out in the wrong place. He tried to sense the thing, but looking for one hollow in a city of this size was like looking for a needle in a haystack on a good day.
"Well, I can't seem to find the thing from here, how about you?" Aoshi asked his black robed companion. Before she could reply something beeped inside Aoshi's robe. After some rummaging around Aoshi produced a small black box. The "Denreishinki" resembled a "flip phone" from the living world, but that was where the similarities ended. The thing had so much technology in it that modern phone makers would feint by simply looking at the list.
His big fingers played around with some of the buttons for a while before the screen changed and a blinking dot appeared in the upper left corner.
"Looks like a hollow is nearby. Don't know if it's the one we're after though… Wanna check it out?"</s>
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<|description|>Daikoku Aoshi.
Appearance - Appearance: Apart from the normal black and white uniform of the shinigami Aoshi possess very little that makes him fit in with the rest of his comrades. For one, he's very tall and broad over the shoulders, reaching a full height of well over two meters, thus he can look down on most people. His hair has already turned white, but a few patches of black still remain, luckily he has not begun to go bald but has begun to cut his hair short. His eyes are bright green, and very alert. Some wrinkles have appeared on his face, mostly around the eyes and mouth, but fails to make him look old. Only experienced. In his life, he worked as a shipbuilder and lost his left arm (halfway between the shoulder and elbow) in an accident while launching his latest creation. He thought that he'd be reunited with his lost limb in the afterlife, but that was not the case.
Distinguishing features: Most people can hear Aoshi long before they see him. His loud, booming voice travel well through the air and when he's happy his laughter can be heard from far away. Once he comes into view people react to his size (he's built like Komamura) and bright, almost shining eyes. Aoshi's huge stature gives him an edge when it comes to strength, even though he only has one arm he can often overpower people he spars and duels with.
Age – 89 dead, 43 alive.
Gender - Male.
Class – Soul Reaper.
Division - 8th.
Seat - 3.
Zanpakuto name: Amaya. (Night rain).
Description: Aoshi's inner world takes the form of an endless sea at night. The sea is filled with countless rowboats of different sizes and shapes (from different cultures). Amaya herself has the form of a mermaid with pitch black hair and exceptional beauty who will rise up from the water to speak to Aoshi. She is very flirty and will invite him down under the water on several occasions. What would happen if he were to accept? No one knows.
Sealed form: Amaya looks like a standard Zanpakuto with dark blue wrapping at the handle and a matching scabbard. Details are made with dark wood instead of metal.
Shikai:
Activation: Aoshi must hold Amaya by the handle, with the back of the blade resting against his shoulder and utter the phrase "I long for the sea, Amaya".
Appearance: Amaya's released state is divided in two, a conch shell that functions like a horn, and a spear with three tips, commonly known as a trident.
Shell: The shell works like a horn, and can be heard for miles by anyone with the talent to see/hear spirits. The sound is packed with spiritual energy, and at close range it can stun or even knock back weaker forms of hollow. Incoming projectile attacks can be rendered useless by a well-timed blow, but only if the attack in itself is weak enough. Something like a cero would punch right through.
Trident: Originally a simple fishing tool favored by fishermen of most cultures, this tool was weaponized by the gladiators in ancient Rome.
Aoshi's trident (at the start of the game) is a basic attack-type weapon. What is unique however is that it seems to amplify Aoshi's already monstrous strength, and move on its own.
Aoshi's arm is lost forever, but the spirit of it is retrieved by Amaya when he enters Shikai. The spear doesn't move on its own, it is being manipulated by Aoshi's left hand and arm.
Aoshi was born into a farmer's house in Japan more than 100 years ago. He worked the fields and tended the cattle as a young boy, but had a good head and was sent to the nearby shipbuilder to learn a real profession. Shipbuilding is an art that demands a lot of a person's mind and body, Aoshi had planty of both and learned fast. When he became an adult he was known as the "giant" because he was at least one head taller than anyone around, and almost twice as wide. He was always received well and was a trusted member of the community.
The loss of his left arm was a great tragedy for everyone in the village. Aoshi had finished one of his boats and was helped by a small army to transport it down to the water. They wouldn't have to walk far, but it was demanding nonetheless. Disaster struck when the pole that Aoshi used to hold the boat with snapped, by reflex he shot his arm out, trying to catch the thing, but the sudden weight shift had made many of the others drop their ends and Aoshi was trapped beneath the ship.
The others freed Aoshi as fast as they could, but his arm was crushed. Someone had fetched a doctor, but anyone could see that the arm would have to be amputated.
After the incident Aoshi stepped back from the building, and instead took in a team of young, bright lads to teach. Aoshi was plagued by "phantom limb syndrome", frequently feeling things with his left hand, or suddenly cry out in pain of a wound that had long since healed. At the age of 43 he couldn't take it anymore, he took a boat, rowed as far as he could and jumped in.
Unknown to him, Aoshi became a hollow and terrorized the small village he had once called home. A patrolling soul reaper heard his scream one lucky day and, after a brief fight, released him. The village couldn't recover from the damage, a few managed to relocate to other settlements, but those who refused to leave starved or froze to death.
Knowing nothing about what happens after death Aoshi was brought to Soul Society and the Rukon district (wandering soul city). As a working man Aoshi soon found something to do, and never stood still. Not only were his phantom pains gone, he felt strangely unrestrained in this new world. It wasn't long before he felt a familiar feeling, hunger.
Of course, being a working man he had money, bought food and thought nothing of it, no one had told him that souls normally didn't eat. One day, after replenishing his stock of food he was spotted by a soul reaper who just happened to be passing by. Aoshi is a large man, and eats a lot, so he was really hard not to notice.
The soul reaper told Aoshi about hunger and what it meant, and that there was a place for people like him. At first Aoshi didn't even think about joining the reapers, as he always had been a peaceful man, rarely involved in fighting. But as time and his hunger grew he found himself drawn toward the reaper academy.
During his time as a student Aoshi did fairly well. He wasn't the brightest or most skillful student, but well above average. After graduating he was accepted into the eight division where he quickly rose through the ranks and become a seated officer. Even in this elevated rank Aoshi climbed fast, then suddenly stopped. People whisper about a secret duel between the third seat and the lieutenant of the eighth division where the seat was brought to tears at the mere sight of the lieutenant's unrestrained power, some whisper the opposite, and claims that the lieutenant bought his place by the captains side from the seat. The only known fact is that Aoshi never openly oppose the lieutenant, and the lieutenant treats Aoshi with much respect.
Details – Aoshi is a peaceful man who truly believes that violence is the last way out. He'll often go out of his way to find another way to settle any kind of disagreement. Despite this, if he has to fight, he'll do it quick and hard, so he'll at least won't have to fight for long.
Evolution - Big changes to your character or newly acquired forms and/or powers achieved during the progression of this thread should be listed here. For example a lieutenant becoming a captain or a soul reaper becoming a visor.</s>
<|message|>Light
Light got up and started to do some stretches. While the normal hollow rush was a bit late, she still thought something was coming, so she might as well prepare. While stretching one of her legs, she commented at the offer of instant ramen. "Yeah sure, why not? Haven't had that in awhile." a few minutes later, Light could sense something coming her way. Two figures, both fairly powerful, and neither hollow. This made her groan in annoyance.
"Great, do you feel that? Two newcomers are on the way. Hope they aren't outright hostile. That would be boring." she said, sitting down in a more ready position, but still looking like she was relaxing a bit. Usually she found that a more docile looking pose made non hollows pause, and even hollows from time to time when they had an inkling of intelligence.</s>
<|message|>Nobuyuki Katsuo
Hey they may be hostile but they don't seem hell bent on killing you either." Angelo said softly watching as the two soul reapers came into view wondering what this would mean for this odd group...
The Seretai:
the Seretai was peaceful until a hell butterfly was given to the head captain. It was saying that squad captain 11 captain akane, one of the only females that has ever become a kenpachi in squad 11 was cutting down soul reapers like it was nothing and is smiling the whole time. While this was bad the worst was that it wasn't all, apparently their were reports that the captain of squad 10 captain Daisuke was sending his troops to blockade all forms of relief the squad 4 barracks were currently under guard and forcibly occupied making escape near impossible for them to assist in the kenpachi killing spree. Then their were the reports that squad 8 captain, captain Hotaka was forcing all of the reserve forces usually meant for this situation all back to the barracks leaving most forces except squad 11 weakened with lowered man power. This was a state of crisis for the soul society for it seemed that their own captains were betraying their squads and their duties. Captain Katsuo immediately called for all captains that haven't gone completely mad into the conference hall immediately for an emergency meeting along with the lieutenants to immediately gather all their forces that haven't been controlled into action and await instruction. Captain Katsuo made sure that his lieutenants sent the hell butterflies and to send two for the soul reapers currently in the world of the living to be informed of the situation by means of their soul pagers so they know not go to their captains when they come back but to instead report to him immediately....</s>
<|message|>Daikoku Aoshi.
"They can see us from here, but that alright…" Aoshi stated, his last words trailing off into silence.
They had stopped their last shunpo on top of a nearby building only a few hundred meters away. Outside shouting-distance, but close enough to see relatively well.
Both of them instantly confirmed that the hollow in the park was the one they had been sent for. Aoshi went down on one knee and relaxed. They were far enough away to not provoke an attack, except from an especially hungry hollow, and also far enough away to let their guard down for a bit. Of the hollow did turn hostile they would have ample time to get ready before it would reach them.
"Looks like another one right next to it" the big soul reaper said and tried to figure out what the other figure was. "It's no hollow… Feels almost like a reaper, but why would they send two teams for one hollow?..."
Aoshi looked to his partner for an answer. She was after all the higher ranking of the two, she might have gotten more info than him, even though that seemed a bit unfair and unnecessary. He found her not even looking in the right direction, but instead tracking a pair of black butterflies that were obviously heading in their direction.</s>
<|message|>Sunōfurēku Tatasuko
Once they had arrived at their location Rēku was able to take in everything at once basically. So she'd turned to look around at the beautiful sites, then something had caught her eye. The black butterflies she knew all too well. Beautiful creatures, but that also meant something was going on if they were interrupting the mission. Then her one armed companion decided to converse with her. He really was a funny guy though. "Well," She started as she continued watching the butterflies approach as she lifted her left hand out for one of them to land on her finger. "it's pretty obvious isn't it?" She giggled softly as the butterfly landed on her hand.
After the message was recieved she closed her eyes as a smile grew further upon her face. Things were definitely getting interesting. "It's pretty simple to figure out, come on!" She said turning to him cheerfully. "Just look! Clearly the Soul Society wouldn't have sent a second team without telling me at least. On top of that if they were one of ours they wouldn't be casually out there like that. So, obviously the two probably already know each other! On top of that we know no other soul reapers should be in this area right now that was already in the world of the living! So clearly he's not one of ours. So tell me...What do you think after considering all of that? Plus the fact that you can feel his spiritual pressure?" Rēku had already figured out the possibilities.
You had the first option of it being some rogue element, which in that case meant that the situation was even worse considering the rogue ex shinigami were mostly those people. Another was that it was actually a hollow who had managed to obtain a true arrancar form, which in that case they would still feel more like a hollow. That brought them back to the first option. The real question would be how to deal with the situation. Then on top of that there were the head captains orders and the situation in the soul society. This wasn't exactly the best situation there could be. "Well in any event...We still need to do something despite who they might be, and then there's also the head captain's wishes..." She hated to sound more serious than usual all of a sudden and out of no where like this, but it was required of her. "So...We have a few options for this situation, Mr. third seat...Either we try and wrap this up quickly and head back, or you head back on your own since the head captain needs us to return and I will complete this mission on my own before returning. What do you think?" At this point she was testing him. She wanted to learn more about the man, and to challenge him. Of course he could take this in the complete wrong way seeing as she was so much younger than him, and was treating him almost like he had the intellect of a child.</s>
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<|message|>Daikoku Aoshi.
"What!?" The large soul reaper's booming voice was surely heard by every spiritually sensitive person in town. The message that the butterfly had relayed was not one he'd expected, nor was he very happy to hear it. On top of this, the lieutenant thought it a good time to start playing games. In a much lower voice he added "You're insane. We can't abandon the mission" and then, through his teeth "No matter how much we want to".
Aoshi looked at the hollow and its mysterious companion once again. The hollow was in itself not the most powerful one he'd ever come across, and this time he had backup. The stranger on the other hand was hard to get a read on.
"That other guy must be a rogue reaper." He stated. Not even aware of how close to the truth he actually was. He'd never even heard of visored before. "Damn shame, but it means we have an ally in case the hollow turns hostile. Haven't heard of a rogue yet who's sided with the hollows."
After a few seconds thinking... "I say we get down there and see what's up. This hollow's supposed to be special, maybe it can be reasoned with. If it willingly allows us to send it to the other side it beats the hell out of having to fight it. Maybe that's just what that other guy is up to... What do you say?"</s>
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<|description|>Daikoku Aoshi.
Appearance - Appearance: Apart from the normal black and white uniform of the shinigami Aoshi possess very little that makes him fit in with the rest of his comrades. For one, he's very tall and broad over the shoulders, reaching a full height of well over two meters, thus he can look down on most people. His hair has already turned white, but a few patches of black still remain, luckily he has not begun to go bald but has begun to cut his hair short. His eyes are bright green, and very alert. Some wrinkles have appeared on his face, mostly around the eyes and mouth, but fails to make him look old. Only experienced. In his life, he worked as a shipbuilder and lost his left arm (halfway between the shoulder and elbow) in an accident while launching his latest creation. He thought that he'd be reunited with his lost limb in the afterlife, but that was not the case.
Distinguishing features: Most people can hear Aoshi long before they see him. His loud, booming voice travel well through the air and when he's happy his laughter can be heard from far away. Once he comes into view people react to his size (he's built like Komamura) and bright, almost shining eyes. Aoshi's huge stature gives him an edge when it comes to strength, even though he only has one arm he can often overpower people he spars and duels with.
Age – 89 dead, 43 alive.
Gender - Male.
Class – Soul Reaper.
Division - 8th.
Seat - 3.
Zanpakuto name: Amaya. (Night rain).
Description: Aoshi's inner world takes the form of an endless sea at night. The sea is filled with countless rowboats of different sizes and shapes (from different cultures). Amaya herself has the form of a mermaid with pitch black hair and exceptional beauty who will rise up from the water to speak to Aoshi. She is very flirty and will invite him down under the water on several occasions. What would happen if he were to accept? No one knows.
Sealed form: Amaya looks like a standard Zanpakuto with dark blue wrapping at the handle and a matching scabbard. Details are made with dark wood instead of metal.
Shikai:
Activation: Aoshi must hold Amaya by the handle, with the back of the blade resting against his shoulder and utter the phrase "I long for the sea, Amaya".
Appearance: Amaya's released state is divided in two, a conch shell that functions like a horn, and a spear with three tips, commonly known as a trident.
Shell: The shell works like a horn, and can be heard for miles by anyone with the talent to see/hear spirits. The sound is packed with spiritual energy, and at close range it can stun or even knock back weaker forms of hollow. Incoming projectile attacks can be rendered useless by a well-timed blow, but only if the attack in itself is weak enough. Something like a cero would punch right through.
Trident: Originally a simple fishing tool favored by fishermen of most cultures, this tool was weaponized by the gladiators in ancient Rome.
Aoshi's trident (at the start of the game) is a basic attack-type weapon. What is unique however is that it seems to amplify Aoshi's already monstrous strength, and move on its own.
Aoshi's arm is lost forever, but the spirit of it is retrieved by Amaya when he enters Shikai. The spear doesn't move on its own, it is being manipulated by Aoshi's left hand and arm.
Aoshi was born into a farmer's house in Japan more than 100 years ago. He worked the fields and tended the cattle as a young boy, but had a good head and was sent to the nearby shipbuilder to learn a real profession. Shipbuilding is an art that demands a lot of a person's mind and body, Aoshi had planty of both and learned fast. When he became an adult he was known as the "giant" because he was at least one head taller than anyone around, and almost twice as wide. He was always received well and was a trusted member of the community.
The loss of his left arm was a great tragedy for everyone in the village. Aoshi had finished one of his boats and was helped by a small army to transport it down to the water. They wouldn't have to walk far, but it was demanding nonetheless. Disaster struck when the pole that Aoshi used to hold the boat with snapped, by reflex he shot his arm out, trying to catch the thing, but the sudden weight shift had made many of the others drop their ends and Aoshi was trapped beneath the ship.
The others freed Aoshi as fast as they could, but his arm was crushed. Someone had fetched a doctor, but anyone could see that the arm would have to be amputated.
After the incident Aoshi stepped back from the building, and instead took in a team of young, bright lads to teach. Aoshi was plagued by "phantom limb syndrome", frequently feeling things with his left hand, or suddenly cry out in pain of a wound that had long since healed. At the age of 43 he couldn't take it anymore, he took a boat, rowed as far as he could and jumped in.
Unknown to him, Aoshi became a hollow and terrorized the small village he had once called home. A patrolling soul reaper heard his scream one lucky day and, after a brief fight, released him. The village couldn't recover from the damage, a few managed to relocate to other settlements, but those who refused to leave starved or froze to death.
Knowing nothing about what happens after death Aoshi was brought to Soul Society and the Rukon district (wandering soul city). As a working man Aoshi soon found something to do, and never stood still. Not only were his phantom pains gone, he felt strangely unrestrained in this new world. It wasn't long before he felt a familiar feeling, hunger.
Of course, being a working man he had money, bought food and thought nothing of it, no one had told him that souls normally didn't eat. One day, after replenishing his stock of food he was spotted by a soul reaper who just happened to be passing by. Aoshi is a large man, and eats a lot, so he was really hard not to notice.
The soul reaper told Aoshi about hunger and what it meant, and that there was a place for people like him. At first Aoshi didn't even think about joining the reapers, as he always had been a peaceful man, rarely involved in fighting. But as time and his hunger grew he found himself drawn toward the reaper academy.
During his time as a student Aoshi did fairly well. He wasn't the brightest or most skillful student, but well above average. After graduating he was accepted into the eight division where he quickly rose through the ranks and become a seated officer. Even in this elevated rank Aoshi climbed fast, then suddenly stopped. People whisper about a secret duel between the third seat and the lieutenant of the eighth division where the seat was brought to tears at the mere sight of the lieutenant's unrestrained power, some whisper the opposite, and claims that the lieutenant bought his place by the captains side from the seat. The only known fact is that Aoshi never openly oppose the lieutenant, and the lieutenant treats Aoshi with much respect.
Details – Aoshi is a peaceful man who truly believes that violence is the last way out. He'll often go out of his way to find another way to settle any kind of disagreement. Despite this, if he has to fight, he'll do it quick and hard, so he'll at least won't have to fight for long.
Evolution - Big changes to your character or newly acquired forms and/or powers achieved during the progression of this thread should be listed here. For example a lieutenant becoming a captain or a soul reaper becoming a visor.</s>
<|message|>Daikoku Aoshi.
"What!?" The large soul reaper's booming voice was surely heard by every spiritually sensitive person in town. The message that the butterfly had relayed was not one he'd expected, nor was he very happy to hear it. On top of this, the lieutenant thought it a good time to start playing games. In a much lower voice he added "You're insane. We can't abandon the mission" and then, through his teeth "No matter how much we want to".
Aoshi looked at the hollow and its mysterious companion once again. The hollow was in itself not the most powerful one he'd ever come across, and this time he had backup. The stranger on the other hand was hard to get a read on.
"That other guy must be a rogue reaper." He stated. Not even aware of how close to the truth he actually was. He'd never even heard of visored before. "Damn shame, but it means we have an ally in case the hollow turns hostile. Haven't heard of a rogue yet who's sided with the hollows."
After a few seconds thinking... "I say we get down there and see what's up. This hollow's supposed to be special, maybe it can be reasoned with. If it willingly allows us to send it to the other side it beats the hell out of having to fight it. Maybe that's just what that other guy is up to... What do you say?"</s>
<|message|>Sunōfurēku Tatasuko
Rēku stayed silent as she slide her zanpakuto and sheath off her back and wrapped the cord around her left arm letting the thing dangle by her side, though considering it's length it managed to drag on the ground too. She then looked up at the man she called her companion. "Well I suppose we can try it your way...But just slicing them up would be a lot easier with my Ryūshi Tōzoku..." Rēku pouted, though she understood where the man was coming from. It would just be more fun if it wasn't just talking. After all how does one test their limits if not in the field?
"Well if we're going to go talk, no chance you want to go grab food while I approach them on my own? You could always bring them some too!" She pepped up at the end their to be a bit more optimistic. "I find that food can be a wonderful peace offering! It always works when I want something from my captain anyway! Besides...If they are hostile, I'd hate if I accidentally killed you with my Ryūshi Tōzoku..." The last part she'd dropped to the most serious tone the older third seat had heard come from her lips yet. The best part being that she was serious. Her zanpakuto in close quarters would not be so easy to use if watching out for the lower ranked officer, which made her wonder if he'd heard rumors about her, or her zanpakuto, from around the soul society. She sighed then giggled suddenly. "Well whatever you decide to do, make sure you decide quickly!" With that the lieutenant used her flash step and would appear behind the hollow and mystery man within a matter of a couple of seconds. Of course the rest of what she had said to the third seat had basically just meant, 'don't get in the way please!' she knew he'd never actually go get the food, unfortunately, and would be right beside her only moments after her own arrival.
"Well hello there!" Rēku said giggling gently and smiling cheerfully as a nice breeze picked up brushing her side braid in the wind. Getting this close to the pair had allowed her to analyze the two a lot more in just that instant, and even she had to admit, if only to herself, she was glad that she wasn't alone two face these two if it came down to a fight...</s>
<|message|>Angelo Ortega
Angelo sighed wondering when those soul reapers would quit strategizing and just come over. Angelo had his hand on his zanpacto just in case they decided to go with the hostile route and soon he turned around seeing the small girl come to them first. Angelo smiled at her thinking she looked cute for a soul reapers and on top of it she acted cute. hows it going cutie? didn't expect id see a gorgeous little soul reaper come to greet us. don't worry I wont attack if you don't same goes with light over here although she will still be at the ready in case you do try to kill her. so whats the word back in the seretai is old man Katsuo still being as old and rigid as usual? Angelo asked her laughing a little still remembering the old man and his water zanpacto, in all honesty he was the last person he saw when he was said to be executed for what happened to him so it would be nice to know whats been going on in the years he has been gone...</s>
<|message|>Light
Light was getting bored waiting for the shimigami to come to their location. If they were setting up some sort of long ranged assassination thing, they'd be in for a rude awakening. 5 minutes later, about the time Light was starting to lose interest in them, they made their way towards her and the smaller girl shimigami introduced herself.
"Wow, you guys have some decency for once. Whenever a new shimigami shows up here, they usually attack me on sight and get their ass handed to them. Dunno why, I'm just having a fun time enjoying all the nice things here." Light said, looking at the smallish female shimigami who had appeared behind her, her male partner a few steps behind him. "So, is this going to turn into something ugly, or can we just have some pizza or tea or something?" Light said, looking at the two skeptically. She stretched back, looking at the starless sky. It was incredibly weird that no hollows were showing up, it had been about an hour now and usually at least one would show up by now, even if they were small.
"Man, I hope today isn't a holiday or something. It sucks when you got that craving for hollow and none appear, know what I mean?" Light said, a little unsure as to what exactly shimigami ate, considering whenever she looked at the local ones they never ate anything.</s>
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<|message|>Daikoku Aoshi.
Aoshi just couldn't get used to Reku's way of joking. How she even could think of food in this situation was beyond him. On a mission, in front of a "special" hollow and possibly a rogue reaper, about to engage them and she wants to get a snack? Ridiculous.
She moved ahead of him, which was probably for the best. The petite girl, while more dangerous than him, seemed much less threatening than a two meter tall giant with only one arm. As soon as the conversation had started Aoshi moved in to assist the lieutenant.
Reku seemed friendly enough with the rogue, giving him a flirtatious smile and inching closer. "...Not at all, I just had to babysit the old man over… Oh, there you are, did you bring any food?" Reku said as the old man appeared barely a meter away. He noticed that no sword was drawn and the hollow still looked relaxed, a good sign. Aoshi's silence lasted only seconds, he wouldn't even comment on that last joke. Lieutenant Reku picked up the hint and moved on.
"Yeah, old man Katsuo is still the biggest beard around, should be time for his retirement soon, he's as old as the sun."
The hollow on the other hand instantly picked up the reference on the food.
"So, is this going to turn into something ugly, or can we just have some pizza or tea or something?" it said. Aoshi returned a blank stare. He couldn't believe his ears. There was another one. Lieutenant Reku was bad enough, but hearing the same lame jokes from the feeding-hole of a hollow was world-breaking. The only thing Aoshi had heard of hollow-speak previously had been on the lines of "die reaper!" or "your soul smells yummy". Not a very imaginative bunch. A hollow asking for a pizza simply destroyed the image of a hollow in Aoshi's head.
"Man, I hope today isn't a holiday or something. It sucks when you got that craving for hollow and none appear, know what I mean?" The hollow continued, not missing a beat. Apparently the non-threatening atmosphere was as obvious to the hollow as to Aoshi. This time Aoshi got curious, he bent over to reach the same height as the hollow, which in his case meant he had to bend over quite far. At the same height he looked into whatever hollows used for eyes.
"What do you mean… 'craving for hollow'?"</s>
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<|description|>Light
Appearance - Light is a 1.6m tall pure white female humanoid with blue appendages coming out of the top of her noseless aquatic looking circular skull head like hair. She has a very thin, almost pencil like neck that contrasts to her large head and slightly bulky torso. Her arms are relatively skinny but end with large pointed fingers all flowing without showing signs of a wrist or joints (Although she still has them). She wears a blue top with a white dress with blue trim, the dress having an M cut at the frunt to reveal slightly muscular legs that end in sharp points instead of her having feet. Her hole is where you'd expect it, on her chest.
Age - Unknown
Gender - Female
Class - Hollow
Powers -
Adaptive Total Regeneration: While most hollows have some limited powers of regeneration, Lights time spent in hell drastically increased her regeneration to unprecedented levels, being able to regenerate any lost body part, including vital organs or her brain. She can regenerate from pretty much anything that isn't straight up atomization, although regenerating from diminished states take time. When starting to regenerate, Light's body adapts to whatever hurt her and caused the regeneration to occur, eventually making herself immune to whatever was hurting her for a few hours before her body goes back to its normal state. Light's regeneration is not instantaneous and does take time to work unless the injury is something very mild or easy to repair like reattaching a limb or a papercut.
Chains of War: Having feasted on most of the denizens of Hell, Light gained the ability to shoot out searing chains from her hands, which slow down and burn those that are hit by them, as well as make them unable to use Sonido or Moon Step. She can use these chains to pull the target close to her for punishment, but doing so releases the target from the binding chains. Light can only have 2 chains out at a time, one for each hand.
Void Cero: Light's Cero is far weaker than normal, but in return, it absorbs energy it touches, even while charging. It also gives off an eery shadowy light.
Hell's Gate: Light can open a gate to hell, at a cost of losing her ability to make a gate to hueco mundo.
History - Light was either a fortunate or unfortunate hollow, as she didn't spend much time in Hueco Mundo or the living world, but instead followed an escaping Togabito through a gateway into Hell, where this unmonitored realm was a dangerous safe haven for her. Her prey would often just come back to life at designated points in the realm, and through some clever work, Light was able to move up the chain of devouring stronger souls by constantly 'camping' the weaker ones while avoiding the guardians of the realm who for some reason had very little interest in finding her. She spent a great amount of time in this realm, and only learned how to escape it when she was strong enough to stand up to one of the guardians of hell and ate a part of its body.
When leaving Hell, she found that most hollows were stupid brutes or driven by instinct for souls she found detestable and weak, although she didn't find the hollows all that bad herself when she tried one. Nothing like the Togabito, but not as terrible as the living souls.
Details - Due to spending most of her time in Hell, Light didn't develop most of the tendencies of other hollows, and finds the taste of soul reapers/human souls disgusting. Light's energy due to spending so much time in hell feels different from other hollows, almost feeling 'empty' to those who sense it, making her both easy and difficult to find. Light has a large amount of strength and uses that to her advantage.
Evolution - NA</s>
<|message|>Angelo Ortega
after a few moments the kido corps opened the senkeimon and two hell butterflies appeared to light their way through the darkness of the precipice world and lead them straight into Katakura town nearby where the hollow was believed to be in at the moment...
Angelo sighed as he finished his instant ramen and he started his walk towards the park and after a little bit he found the hollow and he sat down on a bench nearby waving to her "so how's it going light? kill any hollows yet?" Angelo said smiling a little at her knowing she wasn't much of a harm to him considering he used to be a captain and while they haven't become friends they weren't strangers neither so they had a simple understanding of kill hollows only or I come after you kind of understanding.</s>
<|message|>Light
"No... Nights are so boring when nothing happens." Light said with a sigh at the local vizard who decided to pay her a visit. The two sorta knew each other but mostly kept to themselves. Their first encounter lead to a stand still as while Light couldn't really beat him, after awile he couldn't beat her either. After that he mostly left her alone as she wasn't interested in the pluses like every other hollow was, an act that has kept most local shimigami from outright attacking her.
"So, just coming by to say Hi or is something going to happen?" She continued, laying down as she looked at the sky with a bored expression. "I'm more surprised that any hollows have appeared myself. They usually come out a lot at this time of day."</s>
<|message|>Daikoku Aoshi.
"This one is a handfull..." Amaya said inside Aoshi's mind, but nothing in his face would give it away, nor that he agreed.
As the lieutenant had come closer Aoshi had recognised her instantly and at the same time remembered which face went with the name. People from the different squads didn't really mix that often, only on special occasion. Of course the captains and lieutenants met regularly, but the grunts pretty much stayed with their own. This allowed for some serious problems with misplaced division loyalty. People arbitrarily believed their squad to be better than the others. On the rare occasions when the squads did meet en masse there was almost always at least one fight, which only added to the fourth division's workload on what should be a relaxing event.
Aoshi did like the fourth division, the people there were generally pretty calm and approachable, being the medics and supporters of the 13 squads attracted a certain kind of people… But in the end, someone from the fourth was almost guaranteed a good conversationalist, and could talk about something else than how cutting hollow with a zanpakuto was the best feeling ever.
Aoshi was silent as he got up. The lieutenant had tried to scare him but it wouldn't work. For one, she didn't hold any power over him as they were assigned to different squads. Second, he was in time and ready, while she came last and was rude to boot.
He looked down on her, they were at a tough place etiquette-wise. If they'd been alive Aoshi would've been the higher ranking of the two. Not only was he male, but also older. The fact that she outranked him wouldn't matter in comparison. Here things were a lot more complicated.
Aoshi was still older, so that merited some respect, but gender had no weight anymore, and rank was important.
The lieutenant apparently felt comfortable being the high-ranking of the two, Aoshi could play along for the sake of conversation.
"Please mind your tone, lieutenant. They are working as fast as they can. Also, what are you talking about "epic"? Aren't we just going to watch the strange hollow to see if it's a threat or not? Doesn't sound very epic to me… Don't really know why the patrolling reapers can't take care of it either now that I think of it…"</s>
<|message|>Sunōfurēku Tatasuko
Rēku couldn't help but to giggle at Aoshi. Of course he was right that was their standard mission, but that wasn't the part that was supposed to be epic, no. The part that made this an adventure was simply visiting the world of the living in itself. The mission was just an excuse for getting to the world of the living. Sadly the mission itself would be quite boring most likely. Then it dawned on her that Aoshi had a good point. Why were they the ones having to do this? Maybe there was a chance this mission could be fun besides the site seeing.
"Oh come on!" Rēku said while giggling still. "The world of the living is one of the most amazing places to visit! The smells of all the different foods, the sites they have are breath taking, and to top it off they have less rules!" This third seat really did need to expand his horizons if he only thought about the mission. This was an opportunity to enjoy themselves! "Now then, let's try to enjoy this trip! Make the most of it, do our job so the head captain doesn't get angry with us, and maybe even find something new to eat! Well that is...if you're ready to go yet..." In the end she had to poke at him for being so dull. Of course Rēku had to get stuck with the old guy, but of course it's because he was the type of person that he was that allowed Rēku to enjoy teasing him and others.</s>
<|message|>Angelo Ortega
well by our luck when were near each other something is bound to happen as you know. however at this point it is just a social visit and I was wondering if you wanted some instant ramen in case no hollows show up tonight, you don't know what your missing" Angelo said laughing a little as he looked up at the sky wondering what would happen today. usually it would just end with him saying goodbye to his little hollow acquaintance and just leave but Angelo felt like staying with her this time because it seemed like something was going to happen soon...</s>
<|message|>Daikoku Aoshi.
And with that said they were away.
The gatekeepers fired up the gate to the living world and a hell butterfly came soaring to lead them through. Aoshi had always thought it was kind of strange that the tiny insects were so versatile and so useful in the everyday life of the soul reapers. They were the basis of the communications network as well as the facilitators of travel between worlds… Made you wonder where the real power in soul society really was really located.
On the other end of the tunnel was the world of the living. The portal took Aoshi and his fearless sidekick Reku to the right place, Katakura town, but closer than that was hard. The hollow was nowhere in sight. They'd come out in some kind of industrial area. All round them were huge, squat warehouses painted in different colours to keep them apart. Numbers ten feet tall helped as well. They'd come out right behind warehouse 5. To their left was warehouse 12 and straight ahead warehouse 9. The internal logic of the place made Aoshi groan in imagined pain.
They were by no account alone. The place was in full steam. Humans ran back and forth, drove forklifts and larger vehicles. It was lucky that normal living couldn't see or sense reapers, because they would have had quite the audience.
The big reaper looked around, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that they had come out in the wrong place. He tried to sense the thing, but looking for one hollow in a city of this size was like looking for a needle in a haystack on a good day.
"Well, I can't seem to find the thing from here, how about you?" Aoshi asked his black robed companion. Before she could reply something beeped inside Aoshi's robe. After some rummaging around Aoshi produced a small black box. The "Denreishinki" resembled a "flip phone" from the living world, but that was where the similarities ended. The thing had so much technology in it that modern phone makers would feint by simply looking at the list.
His big fingers played around with some of the buttons for a while before the screen changed and a blinking dot appeared in the upper left corner.
"Looks like a hollow is nearby. Don't know if it's the one we're after though… Wanna check it out?"</s>
<|message|>Sunōfurēku Tatasuko
Rēku always found butterflies to be beautiful fun creatures, it was a shame that they wereo nly there to lead them to the world of the living, it would have been nice to just lay out under the sun and just watch them fly above her on a spring afternoon. Maybe that would be one more thing that she added to her list to things to do int he world of the living if she ever had the chance! In any event though they had finally arrived. It was about time too, it had been far too long.
Looking around though Rēku was a bit surprised to say the least. Sadly it was just a warehouse district, though not to say it was boring. People were buzzing about, the sounds were definitely different than back home. One might find all of these foreign sounds and sights irritating or intimidating, but Rēku found them absolutely delightful! She had spread her arms out and walked forward a little bit before twirling a few times giggling excitedly. Surely she could talk her wonderfully charming companion into going somewhere else after all of this and grabbing something really yummy to eat!
"Hmmm well I suppose it is our job...Okay!" Rēku finally responded with her overly sarcastic attitude. "But after we deal with this you have to take me to dinner!" She said cheerfully. After all it was only customary for the man to pay, right? It would only take the pair a little bit to get there. "Oh by the way I'll pay for the dessert, but only if you can beat me to the spot!" With this the young lieutenant vanished using her flash step.</s>
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<|message|>Light
Light got up and started to do some stretches. While the normal hollow rush was a bit late, she still thought something was coming, so she might as well prepare. While stretching one of her legs, she commented at the offer of instant ramen. "Yeah sure, why not? Haven't had that in awhile." a few minutes later, Light could sense something coming her way. Two figures, both fairly powerful, and neither hollow. This made her groan in annoyance.
"Great, do you feel that? Two newcomers are on the way. Hope they aren't outright hostile. That would be boring." she said, sitting down in a more ready position, but still looking like she was relaxing a bit. Usually she found that a more docile looking pose made non hollows pause, and even hollows from time to time when they had an inkling of intelligence.</s>
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<|description|>Light
Appearance - Light is a 1.6m tall pure white female humanoid with blue appendages coming out of the top of her noseless aquatic looking circular skull head like hair. She has a very thin, almost pencil like neck that contrasts to her large head and slightly bulky torso. Her arms are relatively skinny but end with large pointed fingers all flowing without showing signs of a wrist or joints (Although she still has them). She wears a blue top with a white dress with blue trim, the dress having an M cut at the frunt to reveal slightly muscular legs that end in sharp points instead of her having feet. Her hole is where you'd expect it, on her chest.
Age - Unknown
Gender - Female
Class - Hollow
Powers -
Adaptive Total Regeneration: While most hollows have some limited powers of regeneration, Lights time spent in hell drastically increased her regeneration to unprecedented levels, being able to regenerate any lost body part, including vital organs or her brain. She can regenerate from pretty much anything that isn't straight up atomization, although regenerating from diminished states take time. When starting to regenerate, Light's body adapts to whatever hurt her and caused the regeneration to occur, eventually making herself immune to whatever was hurting her for a few hours before her body goes back to its normal state. Light's regeneration is not instantaneous and does take time to work unless the injury is something very mild or easy to repair like reattaching a limb or a papercut.
Chains of War: Having feasted on most of the denizens of Hell, Light gained the ability to shoot out searing chains from her hands, which slow down and burn those that are hit by them, as well as make them unable to use Sonido or Moon Step. She can use these chains to pull the target close to her for punishment, but doing so releases the target from the binding chains. Light can only have 2 chains out at a time, one for each hand.
Void Cero: Light's Cero is far weaker than normal, but in return, it absorbs energy it touches, even while charging. It also gives off an eery shadowy light.
Hell's Gate: Light can open a gate to hell, at a cost of losing her ability to make a gate to hueco mundo.
History - Light was either a fortunate or unfortunate hollow, as she didn't spend much time in Hueco Mundo or the living world, but instead followed an escaping Togabito through a gateway into Hell, where this unmonitored realm was a dangerous safe haven for her. Her prey would often just come back to life at designated points in the realm, and through some clever work, Light was able to move up the chain of devouring stronger souls by constantly 'camping' the weaker ones while avoiding the guardians of the realm who for some reason had very little interest in finding her. She spent a great amount of time in this realm, and only learned how to escape it when she was strong enough to stand up to one of the guardians of hell and ate a part of its body.
When leaving Hell, she found that most hollows were stupid brutes or driven by instinct for souls she found detestable and weak, although she didn't find the hollows all that bad herself when she tried one. Nothing like the Togabito, but not as terrible as the living souls.
Details - Due to spending most of her time in Hell, Light didn't develop most of the tendencies of other hollows, and finds the taste of soul reapers/human souls disgusting. Light's energy due to spending so much time in hell feels different from other hollows, almost feeling 'empty' to those who sense it, making her both easy and difficult to find. Light has a large amount of strength and uses that to her advantage.
Evolution - NA</s>
<|message|>Nobuyuki Katsuo
Hey they may be hostile but they don't seem hell bent on killing you either." Angelo said softly watching as the two soul reapers came into view wondering what this would mean for this odd group...
The Seretai:
the Seretai was peaceful until a hell butterfly was given to the head captain. It was saying that squad captain 11 captain akane, one of the only females that has ever become a kenpachi in squad 11 was cutting down soul reapers like it was nothing and is smiling the whole time. While this was bad the worst was that it wasn't all, apparently their were reports that the captain of squad 10 captain Daisuke was sending his troops to blockade all forms of relief the squad 4 barracks were currently under guard and forcibly occupied making escape near impossible for them to assist in the kenpachi killing spree. Then their were the reports that squad 8 captain, captain Hotaka was forcing all of the reserve forces usually meant for this situation all back to the barracks leaving most forces except squad 11 weakened with lowered man power. This was a state of crisis for the soul society for it seemed that their own captains were betraying their squads and their duties. Captain Katsuo immediately called for all captains that haven't gone completely mad into the conference hall immediately for an emergency meeting along with the lieutenants to immediately gather all their forces that haven't been controlled into action and await instruction. Captain Katsuo made sure that his lieutenants sent the hell butterflies and to send two for the soul reapers currently in the world of the living to be informed of the situation by means of their soul pagers so they know not go to their captains when they come back but to instead report to him immediately....</s>
<|message|>Daikoku Aoshi.
"They can see us from here, but that alright…" Aoshi stated, his last words trailing off into silence.
They had stopped their last shunpo on top of a nearby building only a few hundred meters away. Outside shouting-distance, but close enough to see relatively well.
Both of them instantly confirmed that the hollow in the park was the one they had been sent for. Aoshi went down on one knee and relaxed. They were far enough away to not provoke an attack, except from an especially hungry hollow, and also far enough away to let their guard down for a bit. Of the hollow did turn hostile they would have ample time to get ready before it would reach them.
"Looks like another one right next to it" the big soul reaper said and tried to figure out what the other figure was. "It's no hollow… Feels almost like a reaper, but why would they send two teams for one hollow?..."
Aoshi looked to his partner for an answer. She was after all the higher ranking of the two, she might have gotten more info than him, even though that seemed a bit unfair and unnecessary. He found her not even looking in the right direction, but instead tracking a pair of black butterflies that were obviously heading in their direction.</s>
<|message|>Sunōfurēku Tatasuko
Once they had arrived at their location Rēku was able to take in everything at once basically. So she'd turned to look around at the beautiful sites, then something had caught her eye. The black butterflies she knew all too well. Beautiful creatures, but that also meant something was going on if they were interrupting the mission. Then her one armed companion decided to converse with her. He really was a funny guy though. "Well," She started as she continued watching the butterflies approach as she lifted her left hand out for one of them to land on her finger. "it's pretty obvious isn't it?" She giggled softly as the butterfly landed on her hand.
After the message was recieved she closed her eyes as a smile grew further upon her face. Things were definitely getting interesting. "It's pretty simple to figure out, come on!" She said turning to him cheerfully. "Just look! Clearly the Soul Society wouldn't have sent a second team without telling me at least. On top of that if they were one of ours they wouldn't be casually out there like that. So, obviously the two probably already know each other! On top of that we know no other soul reapers should be in this area right now that was already in the world of the living! So clearly he's not one of ours. So tell me...What do you think after considering all of that? Plus the fact that you can feel his spiritual pressure?" Rēku had already figured out the possibilities.
You had the first option of it being some rogue element, which in that case meant that the situation was even worse considering the rogue ex shinigami were mostly those people. Another was that it was actually a hollow who had managed to obtain a true arrancar form, which in that case they would still feel more like a hollow. That brought them back to the first option. The real question would be how to deal with the situation. Then on top of that there were the head captains orders and the situation in the soul society. This wasn't exactly the best situation there could be. "Well in any event...We still need to do something despite who they might be, and then there's also the head captain's wishes..." She hated to sound more serious than usual all of a sudden and out of no where like this, but it was required of her. "So...We have a few options for this situation, Mr. third seat...Either we try and wrap this up quickly and head back, or you head back on your own since the head captain needs us to return and I will complete this mission on my own before returning. What do you think?" At this point she was testing him. She wanted to learn more about the man, and to challenge him. Of course he could take this in the complete wrong way seeing as she was so much younger than him, and was treating him almost like he had the intellect of a child.</s>
<|message|>Daikoku Aoshi.
"What!?" The large soul reaper's booming voice was surely heard by every spiritually sensitive person in town. The message that the butterfly had relayed was not one he'd expected, nor was he very happy to hear it. On top of this, the lieutenant thought it a good time to start playing games. In a much lower voice he added "You're insane. We can't abandon the mission" and then, through his teeth "No matter how much we want to".
Aoshi looked at the hollow and its mysterious companion once again. The hollow was in itself not the most powerful one he'd ever come across, and this time he had backup. The stranger on the other hand was hard to get a read on.
"That other guy must be a rogue reaper." He stated. Not even aware of how close to the truth he actually was. He'd never even heard of visored before. "Damn shame, but it means we have an ally in case the hollow turns hostile. Haven't heard of a rogue yet who's sided with the hollows."
After a few seconds thinking... "I say we get down there and see what's up. This hollow's supposed to be special, maybe it can be reasoned with. If it willingly allows us to send it to the other side it beats the hell out of having to fight it. Maybe that's just what that other guy is up to... What do you say?"</s>
<|message|>Sunōfurēku Tatasuko
Rēku stayed silent as she slide her zanpakuto and sheath off her back and wrapped the cord around her left arm letting the thing dangle by her side, though considering it's length it managed to drag on the ground too. She then looked up at the man she called her companion. "Well I suppose we can try it your way...But just slicing them up would be a lot easier with my Ryūshi Tōzoku..." Rēku pouted, though she understood where the man was coming from. It would just be more fun if it wasn't just talking. After all how does one test their limits if not in the field?
"Well if we're going to go talk, no chance you want to go grab food while I approach them on my own? You could always bring them some too!" She pepped up at the end their to be a bit more optimistic. "I find that food can be a wonderful peace offering! It always works when I want something from my captain anyway! Besides...If they are hostile, I'd hate if I accidentally killed you with my Ryūshi Tōzoku..." The last part she'd dropped to the most serious tone the older third seat had heard come from her lips yet. The best part being that she was serious. Her zanpakuto in close quarters would not be so easy to use if watching out for the lower ranked officer, which made her wonder if he'd heard rumors about her, or her zanpakuto, from around the soul society. She sighed then giggled suddenly. "Well whatever you decide to do, make sure you decide quickly!" With that the lieutenant used her flash step and would appear behind the hollow and mystery man within a matter of a couple of seconds. Of course the rest of what she had said to the third seat had basically just meant, 'don't get in the way please!' she knew he'd never actually go get the food, unfortunately, and would be right beside her only moments after her own arrival.
"Well hello there!" Rēku said giggling gently and smiling cheerfully as a nice breeze picked up brushing her side braid in the wind. Getting this close to the pair had allowed her to analyze the two a lot more in just that instant, and even she had to admit, if only to herself, she was glad that she wasn't alone two face these two if it came down to a fight...</s>
<|message|>Angelo Ortega
Angelo sighed wondering when those soul reapers would quit strategizing and just come over. Angelo had his hand on his zanpacto just in case they decided to go with the hostile route and soon he turned around seeing the small girl come to them first. Angelo smiled at her thinking she looked cute for a soul reapers and on top of it she acted cute. hows it going cutie? didn't expect id see a gorgeous little soul reaper come to greet us. don't worry I wont attack if you don't same goes with light over here although she will still be at the ready in case you do try to kill her. so whats the word back in the seretai is old man Katsuo still being as old and rigid as usual? Angelo asked her laughing a little still remembering the old man and his water zanpacto, in all honesty he was the last person he saw when he was said to be executed for what happened to him so it would be nice to know whats been going on in the years he has been gone...</s>
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<|message|>Light
Light was getting bored waiting for the shimigami to come to their location. If they were setting up some sort of long ranged assassination thing, they'd be in for a rude awakening. 5 minutes later, about the time Light was starting to lose interest in them, they made their way towards her and the smaller girl shimigami introduced herself.
"Wow, you guys have some decency for once. Whenever a new shimigami shows up here, they usually attack me on sight and get their ass handed to them. Dunno why, I'm just having a fun time enjoying all the nice things here." Light said, looking at the smallish female shimigami who had appeared behind her, her male partner a few steps behind him. "So, is this going to turn into something ugly, or can we just have some pizza or tea or something?" Light said, looking at the two skeptically. She stretched back, looking at the starless sky. It was incredibly weird that no hollows were showing up, it had been about an hour now and usually at least one would show up by now, even if they were small.
"Man, I hope today isn't a holiday or something. It sucks when you got that craving for hollow and none appear, know what I mean?" Light said, a little unsure as to what exactly shimigami ate, considering whenever she looked at the local ones they never ate anything.</s>
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<|description|>Nicole (Nicki) Milinaire
Age: 20
Power:
Technopathy
Nikki can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". This allows her physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
She can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking.
Restoration
Nikki can repair and return any broken or damaged machine to its optimal state no matter how long it has been broken or how damaged it was.
How long this takes is dependent on the size an complexity of the machine in question.
Technopathic Perception:
Nikki can read electronic signals, sort of like mind reading for machines. Can be used to "talk" to computers or interrogate them (Hack) for information
Sentience Inducement (Random)
Nikki's ability can accidently grant complex machinery the ability to feel, perceive, or be conscious, or to have subjective experiences.
These machines must have some form of electronics within them and can range from High tech military equipment to electronic appliances.
Appearance:
Bio: Nikki was born 20 years ago an only child to Frank an Joyce Milinaire.
Her parents were both in their late forties and Professors at the collage her father teaching programing and her mother robotics.
Nikki grew up in a house where it wasn't uncommon to have military officers or world renowned scientists drop by for anything from a Barbecue to a closed meeting while federal officers put the house under watch. She attended several launches of space vehicles before she was 12 and even watched her mom go into space once to repair a satellite she'd designed.
Then one day it happened that her father while working on a project to program nanites for use in some unknown was killed in an unexplained explosion in his lab, Nikki was only 14 years old.
Her mother was so distraught that she had a complete nervous breakdown and had to be committed to an institution. Because of her high security clearance Nikki's mother was kept in a special place reserved for others like herself.
Nikki became the ward of Doctor Horace Wittier a friend and colleague of her parents. She'd known the old professor since she was a baby and even called him uncle Blinky a name her father had called him.
When she turned 16 Uncle Blinky took Nikki to see a lawyer who said he was executing a living will written out by her mother. In the will Nikki found herself the owner of her family home, her father's and a small vacation cottage she'd visited as a child but never knew they'd owned.
She and her Uncle Blinky went to visit the home and cottage which had been empty for over three years. She decided to clean the dust that had settled on everything and stay a couple of weeks. Her Uncle had left her at the cottage to do her work and while doing so she found an old toy she'd forgotten about.
It was a teddy bear that looked like any other bear except that this one was a simple robot constructed by her mom and programed by her father. Set on by fond memories of her time spent with her parents she hugged the teddy and curled up on the couch. She quickly fell to sleep and was awakened a few hours later by a thunderstorm and her teddy singing as it did when she was younger. Her dad had programed the singing into the teddy to calm her during storms just like the one she was experiencing.
So clutching the teddy Nikki found that the power was out. She saw that the lights of a house across the lake were still on as she looked out the windows and remembered that her dad had installed a generator just like the others in the area had for such occasions. She was puzzled by the fact that it hadn't already kicked in and decided to investigate.
This meant that she had to run down to the boat shed by the lake where the generator was. She ducked inside and began trying to figure out how to start the generator. She had to laugh when she realized she'd brought her teddy so she set it on top of the generator case as she looked over the uncooperative machine.
After a few minutes using her cell phone as a flash light Nikki discovered that the gas feed was turned off so she turned it on. The generator started immediately as the natural gas flow began.
Nikki stood up and was just retrieving her teddy when a heavy lighting strike hit the lake about 100 yards from the boat shed. The power of the lighting was attracted to the metal of the shed and spread over it's surface like a Faraday cage protecting Nikki from it. It created an unusual magnetic field that affected a small vial of Nanites hidden in her teddy activating them while altering their programing.
The nanites escaped their containment and sought a host and that host was Nikki who didn't notice the microscopic machines infiltrating her body. She went back inside the house and watched some TV before turning in and going to sleep.
When she woke it was as if someone had turned on a 1,000 TVs and radios while at the same time adding an equal number of phone conversations on speaker. Disoriented and angry Nikki screamed "Shut Up!" It was the first time her power manifested it's self as she shut down everything electronic within two miles of the cottage.
That was 4 years ago and Nikki has learned a great deal about what happened to her and has come to love it. She has even learned to love her chatty little Teddy which came to life that night.
She now attends the same university that her parents taught at her major in mechanical engineering. When she's not in school she uses her ability to repair machines to restore classic cars in the four car garage behind the house left to her by her parents then sales them at auction to support herself</s>
<|message|>Walter Chuck Jones
Walt was able to tank a blast from Energizer and landed a powerful blow to the man's head and Battle Cat was able to ram right into the villain and sent him flying. That was enough to knock Energizer out and soon the authorities had come and taken him off to jail. Walt decided to split in case the police wanted to take him in for vigilantism. While riding on the wings of a cartoon biplane he had crafted to leave the scene of the battle Walt noticed an explosion happen near city hall and he made the plane fly in that direction.
"Another scumbag wants to make a name for himself, what else is new?" he asked himself and almost immediately Sylvester the loony tunes cat appeared next to him.
"If you ask me these villains are despicable" he said in his silly lisp and Walt chuckled and then made the construct disappear. The trip to city hall was quick and Walt saw two other heroes not too far away. He landed close by the fountain and made the biplane disappear. He looked and saw that the explosion was just paint that had been blown everywhere.
"Wow some of these graffiti artist really have an obsessive problem with this crap" Walt said with a whistle and Stan Smith appeared next to him.
"Damn liberals, see this is what happens when you let raging leftists take over America!" the cartoon conservative shouted and Walt face-palmed, sometimes he didn't have control over how and when his constructs would manifest themselves.
"Now now let's not turn this into a political debate Stan" Walt said to the cartoon character and made him vanish with a wave of his hand.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam was just helping a customer when he heard a big bang. Everyone in the shop ran outside to see where it came from, so Sam also did this. He saw at the other end of the street that the city hall was covered in paint. He wanted to go there, but he needed to stay at the shop if he wanted to keep his job. That, and he still was a rookie hero. He wasn't even a real hero yet, as he didn't do anything heroic yet. He got back into the store, and looked on his phone for live footage.</s>
<|message|>Lumen Nox {Light Dark}
Light lighted a Cigarette, with Black Fire. He walked around the water fountain and found traces of Bomb Parts. Someone intended to make a show, but this was just the opening act.
Light sighed. He activated His Darkness powers and made the entire ground of the city, only Super Humans would be able to see it. After he got a sense of everyone in the City, he deactivated this ability which he Called Ground Zero. He walked towards the nearest Super Human which was Mission.
"Well, Hello There, Were you here when the explosion occured Mr.Supernatural?"</s>
<|message|>Mission Calister
Light approached Mission abruptly sort of drawing attention to him which he didn't care for but, that is why he wore the bandana. He shrugged figuring there was no use in hiding anymore, he flashed forward meeting Light, some people in the crowd gasped. "I got here about the same time as you," There was something about this kid, almost like he knew what he was doing which was refreshing in this city. And when Light let off that pulse of energy Mission knew he would rather be by this guys side then alone with the regulars. "This doesn't look like a Super's work" he said taking off his glove and touching some of the paint. He frowned trying again with the other hand. Nothing, now this didn't usually happen.
Mission put his glove back on and look back at Light out stretching a hand towards him. "Mission, by the way." He said trying to be polite. @branchofsin</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Kyo arrived at the scene of the battle just as one of the two involved charged on the back of what appeared to be a very large cat. From the looks of things, this person actually appeared to be fairly young, perhaps even the kid his coworkers had been discussing in that bank robbery incident from earlier. While the cloaked man wanted to do something to stop the battle, with the way the two were going at it, he wasn't sure that he could use his ability on either without potentially rendering both unable to walk out of the situation. The kid seemed to be pretty powerful and with him charging like that...any distraction on either part would likely only prove more harmful to both than good. It was only moments until the flashily dressed teen had won, however, and it appeared that perhaps his appearance was never needed in the first place.
He didn't seem hindered at all by that blast...I wonder how long he's been at this. The man pondered the scene he had just witnessed as he slipped back into the shadows, making his way back to the shop in the hopes that he would arrive before anyone noticed his absence.
Once back in the shop and out of the costume, which he made a note to make adjustments to due to how it had slowed him down somewhat while running, he was a bit relieved to find that apparently no one had even noticed that he had left the back room. He shrugged as he looked around for his coworkers; sometimes, the near invisibility that seemed to come with near silence was actually a blessing. This wasn't even the first time he had found it so useful. Eventually, as he was helping to pick up the mess caused by the panic of all the people rushing in from earlier, he heard one of the girls behind the counter calling some of the other employees over. "My girlfriend just sent me a message about a weird explosion near City Hall! She says the whole building is covered in paint!"</s>
<|message|>Lumen Nox {Light Dark}
Light shook his hand. "Name's Light Nox, Call me Light" Light said as he began to look around. If the person who did this wasn't Super Human then they must have near Superhuman intellect like Lex Luthor or Tony Stark. Light began to walk around in circles. "So, Care telling me about Yourself?" Light said intrigued as to why he wore gloves.</s>
<|message|>Mission Calister
Mission pulled out another cigarette and lit it pulling down his mask with his back to the crowd. He looked at Light hesitant to tell him to much about himself, he didn't really know this guy after all. "About 50 years ago I had a life, and probably a family. The military decided to try to make a weapon out of me but it didn't entirely work in their favor." He took a deep drag of his smoke and exhaled. "So basically, Im a dead man walking. What's your story?" He said taking another deep drag of his smoke making sure no one could see his face directly, you never knew who was looking. Mission smirked, he supposed that's the price you paid for running so long. How do you figure if they're even still looking?</s>
<|message|>Lumen Nox {Light Dark}
"Ah, Yes. Typical Military Experiment gone wrong. Well for me when I was 14, about six years ago, I always seeked to be the perfect medium of Light and Darkness therefore my Name. Anyways that drive, drove me to create an experiment to Give me the powers to be a Medium. Anyways the experiment worked, sort of. My Family was killed and I lost an eye. I think of that as an atonement. Anyways from that experiment I gained the powers of light and darkness, Life and Death, Nether and Aether." Deus said as he touched his eye. He sighed and grabbed his cigarette and burned it, making a Black Flame appeared on his hand sensing danger. He looked around alarmed.</s>
<|message|>Mission Calister
Mission chuckled at the mention of death, something he seemed all too familiar with. When he saw lights reaction he dropped his own cigarette and stepped on it pulling up his bandana. He flashed to all four corners of the square but didn't see anything. "What's wrong?" he said not seeing any immediate danger. You never could know entirely what you were dealing with in this world anymore. He pulled out his phone and checked the messages for any updates on the city's situation. There was nothing there, but Mission had only been in the city for a few weeks now and Light was the only other super he had ever talked to here. His power was not something he'd encountered in all his years.</s>
<|message|>Lumen Nox {Light Dark}
"I just realized something. If whoever did this Childish Prank just wanted to draw us out, or something of the sort, then it means that whoever did this intends to do something worst, and I get this feeling that he's going to do it soon. I have this kind of "Sense" it allows me to sense danger in the future. I call it the Emperor's Sense. I developed it after...I'm getting off track." Light began to hover in the air, looking around the crowd of people, sensing their breathing patterns. It seemed that the person who did this was close, but he didn't know the specific location.</s>
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<|message|>Nicole (Nicki) Milinaire
Nikki parked her T-bird as she listened to the emergency bands hearing every department in city government panic at once. Something was happening at city hall and it was baffling everyone who was observing it. So she leaned back in her seat and allowed her mind to connect to the signals she knew were part of the massive camera network that covered the area.
She had to giggle when she saw the scene from a gathered mosaic of outside cameras. Then she began panning all the mobile cameras scoping everything in their visual reference ranges as she also sorted through the data signals for anything of interest among the sea of electronic noise.</s>
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<|description|>Kyo Alavondai
Age: 22
Power: Sensory Manipulation - Illusion based ability, but it works on more senses than just sight. It takes extra energy to affect other senses (especially multiple senses), however, and when it backfires, he always gets the worst of it. This ability has caused him to suffer from waking nightmares on a regular basis in the past.
Appearance:
Bio: Kyo used to live a fairly normal life happily with his family as a child, despite the fact that even then, he suffered greatly from oddly frequent and intense nightmares. This problem only became worse after his parents and siblings were killed in an accident, leaving him to go live with an aunt of his. Due to several factors, one of them being her extreme dislike for the child, she was never a good caretaker, and actually treated him quite terribly up until the point when she finally abandoned him only a little over a year after taking him in.
Part of the reason he may have been abandoned may have been because of the way his ability was manifesting itself while in the care of his aunt, as her treatment of him seemed to add to the problem. Eventually, he was helped and given a chance at something close to a normal life for a while, but still has had to work hard to keep his abilities in check.
He became a superhero because he didn't want anyone to suffer through his nightmares as a reality. Currently, he's finishing online college courses and works in a costume shop. He's the artist for a webcomic on the side, however.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Kyo arrived at the scene of the battle just as one of the two involved charged on the back of what appeared to be a very large cat. From the looks of things, this person actually appeared to be fairly young, perhaps even the kid his coworkers had been discussing in that bank robbery incident from earlier. While the cloaked man wanted to do something to stop the battle, with the way the two were going at it, he wasn't sure that he could use his ability on either without potentially rendering both unable to walk out of the situation. The kid seemed to be pretty powerful and with him charging like that...any distraction on either part would likely only prove more harmful to both than good. It was only moments until the flashily dressed teen had won, however, and it appeared that perhaps his appearance was never needed in the first place.
He didn't seem hindered at all by that blast...I wonder how long he's been at this. The man pondered the scene he had just witnessed as he slipped back into the shadows, making his way back to the shop in the hopes that he would arrive before anyone noticed his absence.
Once back in the shop and out of the costume, which he made a note to make adjustments to due to how it had slowed him down somewhat while running, he was a bit relieved to find that apparently no one had even noticed that he had left the back room. He shrugged as he looked around for his coworkers; sometimes, the near invisibility that seemed to come with near silence was actually a blessing. This wasn't even the first time he had found it so useful. Eventually, as he was helping to pick up the mess caused by the panic of all the people rushing in from earlier, he heard one of the girls behind the counter calling some of the other employees over. "My girlfriend just sent me a message about a weird explosion near City Hall! She says the whole building is covered in paint!"</s>
<|message|>Lumen Nox {Light Dark}
Light shook his hand. "Name's Light Nox, Call me Light" Light said as he began to look around. If the person who did this wasn't Super Human then they must have near Superhuman intellect like Lex Luthor or Tony Stark. Light began to walk around in circles. "So, Care telling me about Yourself?" Light said intrigued as to why he wore gloves.</s>
<|message|>Mission Calister
Mission pulled out another cigarette and lit it pulling down his mask with his back to the crowd. He looked at Light hesitant to tell him to much about himself, he didn't really know this guy after all. "About 50 years ago I had a life, and probably a family. The military decided to try to make a weapon out of me but it didn't entirely work in their favor." He took a deep drag of his smoke and exhaled. "So basically, Im a dead man walking. What's your story?" He said taking another deep drag of his smoke making sure no one could see his face directly, you never knew who was looking. Mission smirked, he supposed that's the price you paid for running so long. How do you figure if they're even still looking?</s>
<|message|>Lumen Nox {Light Dark}
"Ah, Yes. Typical Military Experiment gone wrong. Well for me when I was 14, about six years ago, I always seeked to be the perfect medium of Light and Darkness therefore my Name. Anyways that drive, drove me to create an experiment to Give me the powers to be a Medium. Anyways the experiment worked, sort of. My Family was killed and I lost an eye. I think of that as an atonement. Anyways from that experiment I gained the powers of light and darkness, Life and Death, Nether and Aether." Deus said as he touched his eye. He sighed and grabbed his cigarette and burned it, making a Black Flame appeared on his hand sensing danger. He looked around alarmed.</s>
<|message|>Mission Calister
Mission chuckled at the mention of death, something he seemed all too familiar with. When he saw lights reaction he dropped his own cigarette and stepped on it pulling up his bandana. He flashed to all four corners of the square but didn't see anything. "What's wrong?" he said not seeing any immediate danger. You never could know entirely what you were dealing with in this world anymore. He pulled out his phone and checked the messages for any updates on the city's situation. There was nothing there, but Mission had only been in the city for a few weeks now and Light was the only other super he had ever talked to here. His power was not something he'd encountered in all his years.</s>
<|message|>Lumen Nox {Light Dark}
"I just realized something. If whoever did this Childish Prank just wanted to draw us out, or something of the sort, then it means that whoever did this intends to do something worst, and I get this feeling that he's going to do it soon. I have this kind of "Sense" it allows me to sense danger in the future. I call it the Emperor's Sense. I developed it after...I'm getting off track." Light began to hover in the air, looking around the crowd of people, sensing their breathing patterns. It seemed that the person who did this was close, but he didn't know the specific location.</s>
<|message|>Nicole (Nicki) Milinaire
Nikki parked her T-bird as she listened to the emergency bands hearing every department in city government panic at once. Something was happening at city hall and it was baffling everyone who was observing it. So she leaned back in her seat and allowed her mind to connect to the signals she knew were part of the massive camera network that covered the area.
She had to giggle when she saw the scene from a gathered mosaic of outside cameras. Then she began panning all the mobile cameras scoping everything in their visual reference ranges as she also sorted through the data signals for anything of interest among the sea of electronic noise.</s>
<|message|>Walter Chuck Jones
Walt looked at the other heroes and hunched his shoulders.
"Okay so we're here because someone decided that a paint bomb as a prank would be funny. Does anyone have any ideas on what to do now?" he asked the other heroes as a cartoon large question mark appeared above his head.</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
Katherin was walking towards the third bank when she felt and then heard an explosion. She didn't know what that was. But she didn't know what that had been but it couldn't have been good. She pulled out her phone. But it was too noisy for her to work the voice activation. She made her way carefully into the nearest store. She was hoping to hear people talking about what had happened.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam saw on his phone that multiple heroes gathered in front of the city hall. Luckily for him the news helicopter recorded it all. Is it just me, or could this be a trap? he thought. He then saw a woman, a little older then him came into the store. She was trying something with her phone, probably trying to call someone. However, for some reason he felt like it was colder suddenly. Maybe because she opened the door to the store. Then something rushed through Sam. He didn't know what it was, but somehow he got more alert. He suddenly noticed stuff he didn't see before. He and the girl who just came in were the only ones in the store. Outside the streets were empty, as everyone was at the city hall, except for one man, that came towards the store. As he got closer, he looked a bit though. Sam also noticed he was carrying something underneath his jacket, but he couldn't see what.
When the man came into the store, he headed straight for the toilet paper, got a sixpack of it and walked with it to Sam, who was standing behind the cash register. "So that would be it?" Sam said. The guy was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn't make out his eyes. However, the thing underneath his jacket was gone. "That, and the rest of the money in the register." Sam was a bit confused, but as he picked up the toilet paper to scan it, he revealed that behind it the guy was aiming at him with a gun. "I said give me the cash, NOW!" The man roared at him. Sam got his hands up. "Please man, don't do this, this is my first day, and I already had a shit life, if I lose this cash, I will..." "Fuck this!" The man said annoyed. "...lose my job and-" Bang. Sam grasped at the place he thought he was shot. He didn't feel anything, but thought it was the adrenaline that made him endure the pain. Because he was still standing, the man now aimed for Sam's head. Sam eyes became big before... Bang.
Sam's head shot back, and he fell on the ground. In his last breath, he thought about why the man did this. Ofcourse, now was the perfect chance to strike, as everyone was distracted by the painted city hall. And after some seconds passed, Sam realised his last seconds were pretty long for someone who was shot in the head. He tried moving his arms, which worked just fine. He felt the place he was first shot, which still felt normal. He looked at it, and saw nothing like a bullet hole or even blood. He felt on his skull where he was shot the second time, and everything felt normal there as well. Then he saw the wall behind where he was just standing. Two bullet holes, in the wall. Right, I can let things go through me. He remembered. He got up slowly while hiding behind the counter, and saw the guy had turned around to face the other girl, and had let the shutters down, so no one could see them. Sam got a baseball bat that was lying behind the counter in case of robberies, and right now was the perfect time to use it. He whaited for the right time to strike.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
A large figure walked into a drugstore. Judging from the persons size and physique, he seemed to be male, though it was difficult to tell due to what he was wearing. He had on a large and bulky beige trench-coat, and a wide brimmed hat of the same color. He wore shades and a cough-mask. Overall, he was very suspicious looking.
He stands nearby several medicines until it he begins to unnerve several customers. A nearby guard approaches him.
"Excuse me sir, bu-" that was as far as he got before the mans gloved fist collided with his face, sending the guard flying. In the same instant, the large man swiped several medicines and immediately ran out the door. At once two other guards came after him, but he was already too far for them to catch.
"Hey! Wait! Quick someone grab him! shouted one of the guards.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
After having heard quite a bit about the paint explosion from what close to half the employees had streamed in on their various mobile devices, Kyo eventually was allowed a quick ten-minute break, during which he had planned to step outside for some air. Everything going on at once that day was already exhausting to him, and he could only wonder what the rest of the day had in store.
Unfortunately, he didn't even have time to drop the black and silver fox mask he had been fixing before there was another commotion outside. Moving quickly and grabbing another cloak from nearby, he ran out the back door to see if someone else was starting a fight dangerously close to the shop again. When he looked out from the alley leading to the street, however, he didn't see any fighting. Instead, an oddly-covered and very large person running down the street with cries for someone to stop him in the background. Was he a robber of some sort? Either way, he did seem to be approaching the area of the shop pretty quickly.
Holding out one hand in the direction of the supposed robber, the now-masked man focused on an image of a large wall to project into his field of vision. Hopefully, it would at least startle him enough to stop so as not to crash into it.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The large man unusually did not stop upon seeing the wall, but instead bared his shoulders to the side in what looked like a football tackle and ran straight through the illusory wall. He skidded a bit upon go through it, his momentum unstopped due to the lack of supposed wall, and he ended up running straight into a lamppost.
Said lamppost crumpled like paper under the force of the man's tackle. He paused for a bit to throw the post to the side before preparing to run away once more.</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
Katherin tilted her head. She knew something was happening but she wasn't sure what. She had been about to try her phone again when she heard gun shots. She didn't know how man people were in the store. She sent her ice through the store. It would feel like a cold breeze to anyone in the store. She was able to identify two men. One had to be the clerk. He was probably the one furthest from her. Which meant that the shooter was the closest too her. She frowned. She tapped her foot sending ice towards the shooter. With him in contact with the floor the ice would slowly climb up the shooter and would cover him until she stopped the ice. Which she planned to do before the ice covered his head.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam felt a cold breeze, and soon after, the woman tapped her foot, and ice started to go up the man's feet. It took both him and Sam some time to figure out what was going on, but they realised that they were dealing with a super. "I don't care if you have powers or not, I will kill you!" the man shouted. This was Sam's chance. He rushed from behind the counter, kicked the gun out of the guy's hands and as he turned to face Sam, he got a bat to the face, knocking him out. Sam walked over to the girl. "Are you alright, madame?" He know they were both supers, but they needed to take it slow for now.</s>
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<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Somewhat surprised that the large person would just charge a wall like that, even if thy were temporarily stopped by a lamppost, the cloaked man decided that perhaps a change in tactics was in order. Stretching his hand out again, he focused on a different sort of image to stop him: A circle of flame surrounding him. It would be a high wall, going at least to eye level, but there would be space for him to move around a few steps in any direction inside the circle.</s>
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<|description|>Kyo Alavondai
Age: 22
Power: Sensory Manipulation - Illusion based ability, but it works on more senses than just sight. It takes extra energy to affect other senses (especially multiple senses), however, and when it backfires, he always gets the worst of it. This ability has caused him to suffer from waking nightmares on a regular basis in the past.
Appearance:
Bio: Kyo used to live a fairly normal life happily with his family as a child, despite the fact that even then, he suffered greatly from oddly frequent and intense nightmares. This problem only became worse after his parents and siblings were killed in an accident, leaving him to go live with an aunt of his. Due to several factors, one of them being her extreme dislike for the child, she was never a good caretaker, and actually treated him quite terribly up until the point when she finally abandoned him only a little over a year after taking him in.
Part of the reason he may have been abandoned may have been because of the way his ability was manifesting itself while in the care of his aunt, as her treatment of him seemed to add to the problem. Eventually, he was helped and given a chance at something close to a normal life for a while, but still has had to work hard to keep his abilities in check.
He became a superhero because he didn't want anyone to suffer through his nightmares as a reality. Currently, he's finishing online college courses and works in a costume shop. He's the artist for a webcomic on the side, however.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
A large figure walked into a drugstore. Judging from the persons size and physique, he seemed to be male, though it was difficult to tell due to what he was wearing. He had on a large and bulky beige trench-coat, and a wide brimmed hat of the same color. He wore shades and a cough-mask. Overall, he was very suspicious looking.
He stands nearby several medicines until it he begins to unnerve several customers. A nearby guard approaches him.
"Excuse me sir, bu-" that was as far as he got before the mans gloved fist collided with his face, sending the guard flying. In the same instant, the large man swiped several medicines and immediately ran out the door. At once two other guards came after him, but he was already too far for them to catch.
"Hey! Wait! Quick someone grab him! shouted one of the guards.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
After having heard quite a bit about the paint explosion from what close to half the employees had streamed in on their various mobile devices, Kyo eventually was allowed a quick ten-minute break, during which he had planned to step outside for some air. Everything going on at once that day was already exhausting to him, and he could only wonder what the rest of the day had in store.
Unfortunately, he didn't even have time to drop the black and silver fox mask he had been fixing before there was another commotion outside. Moving quickly and grabbing another cloak from nearby, he ran out the back door to see if someone else was starting a fight dangerously close to the shop again. When he looked out from the alley leading to the street, however, he didn't see any fighting. Instead, an oddly-covered and very large person running down the street with cries for someone to stop him in the background. Was he a robber of some sort? Either way, he did seem to be approaching the area of the shop pretty quickly.
Holding out one hand in the direction of the supposed robber, the now-masked man focused on an image of a large wall to project into his field of vision. Hopefully, it would at least startle him enough to stop so as not to crash into it.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The large man unusually did not stop upon seeing the wall, but instead bared his shoulders to the side in what looked like a football tackle and ran straight through the illusory wall. He skidded a bit upon go through it, his momentum unstopped due to the lack of supposed wall, and he ended up running straight into a lamppost.
Said lamppost crumpled like paper under the force of the man's tackle. He paused for a bit to throw the post to the side before preparing to run away once more.</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
Katherin tilted her head. She knew something was happening but she wasn't sure what. She had been about to try her phone again when she heard gun shots. She didn't know how man people were in the store. She sent her ice through the store. It would feel like a cold breeze to anyone in the store. She was able to identify two men. One had to be the clerk. He was probably the one furthest from her. Which meant that the shooter was the closest too her. She frowned. She tapped her foot sending ice towards the shooter. With him in contact with the floor the ice would slowly climb up the shooter and would cover him until she stopped the ice. Which she planned to do before the ice covered his head.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam felt a cold breeze, and soon after, the woman tapped her foot, and ice started to go up the man's feet. It took both him and Sam some time to figure out what was going on, but they realised that they were dealing with a super. "I don't care if you have powers or not, I will kill you!" the man shouted. This was Sam's chance. He rushed from behind the counter, kicked the gun out of the guy's hands and as he turned to face Sam, he got a bat to the face, knocking him out. Sam walked over to the girl. "Are you alright, madame?" He know they were both supers, but they needed to take it slow for now.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Somewhat surprised that the large person would just charge a wall like that, even if thy were temporarily stopped by a lamppost, the cloaked man decided that perhaps a change in tactics was in order. Stretching his hand out again, he focused on a different sort of image to stop him: A circle of flame surrounding him. It would be a high wall, going at least to eye level, but there would be space for him to move around a few steps in any direction inside the circle.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The man paused for a bit, looking at the flames that encircled him, and then went back a few steps. The man pulled back his arms and clapped them together with a tremendous amount of force. The resulting shock-wave broke panes of glass in its way and blew away unlucky bystanders. He paused for a moment, as in his vision, the flame had yet to go away.
Suddenly the man said, "Wait, Ted, what flame are you talking about, I don't see anything," he said. "Its a fake! Someone's doing something to you! Just keep running!"
After saying that, the man barreled straight through the fire, this time ignoring it completely. A siren was heard as a single police car began approaching from behind.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Kyo winced and covered his ears at the thunderous sound of the clap, a bit upset at the damage it caused. If only he had come up with a better plan a little quicker, then there wouldn't be so much risk to bystanders. Letting out a frustrated puff of air, he ran out towards the back of the large figure and clapped his hands as well, projecting a much quieter version of the sound he had just made. As he did so, he projected an image of the suspect in front of him, making sure to avoid his sight by keeping behind him. He wanted to conceal himself using his ability, but it didn't seem wise to use up all his energy too quickly.</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
"I'm fine thank you. Can you tell me exactly what happened?" Katherin asked. She figured that the shooter had pointer his weapon at her. He had probably thought that she was a witness to the shooter. He must have missed the clerk. She drew the ice back to her. Unfortunately whatever ice had melted she couldn't do anything about. Hopefully the water wouldn't do too much damage to the store.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The large man stiffened then turned back quickly upon hearing the clap behind him. He seemed to stiffen upon seeing a duplicate of himself, when suddenly he said: "No Ted, there's no one in front of you except for some guy! Wait a minute . . . Ted, get out of here, he might be a super!"
Suddenly, the man turned around and bolted, running faster than ever.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Completely fed up with the way this man seemed unable to be distracted for very long, Kyo began chasing after him. He knew that he would have to do something quickly before he lost him, though, as this man was definitely faster than him. What struck him as odd\ was how the man seemed to talk to himself. And how he knew that there wasn't actually anything there...
Wait a minute...he's being directed. There must be a transmitter on him or something.
With this realization, he reached to his side and pulled out a purple fan. These things hadn't left his side since they were given to him so long ago. He was glad to have them now, though he had initially questioned exactly why he needed them back then. Flicking it open to expose the hard edges that made it more than just a nice prop, he threw it like a disk toward the man's hat.
At the same time, he finally decided not to worry so much about conserving his energy and concealed himself from public view.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The man didn't notice the fan as his back was turned. The hat fell clean of his head, exposing a furry pair of round ears instead of hair or a skin of head. He kept running until the police car from earlier drove in front of him.
"Sir, we ask that you please cease and desist, or else - gah!?"
The police officer asking him to stand down was unable to finish his sentence, as the large man charged straight at them and in the process of doing so, tossed aside the entire car, with them inside it.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Kyo was horrified by the sudden turn of events, and pretty close to being unable to do much more. For once, he was starting to regret the incorporeal nature of his ability as far as he could use it safely. The only good thing he could get from what had just happened was that the "man" was revealed as not exactly human. He wasn't sure if it was just a strange mascot suit or something, but either way, he felt far less guilty about his last few options now. Especially after the endangerment of the officers.
Taking out another fan, he flicked it open to expose a much sharper edge. Tossing it the same way as the other one, he aimed for the back of the suspect's knees. If he could hit the legs, perhaps it could be halted long enough for him to get better control. Just in case, though, he readied one more fan of his own design at his side.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam was a bit confused, as it was like the woman didn't even see what just happened. Only then he noticed that the girl was blind. "Well, first that paint bomb at the city hall happened, then you came into the shop, then the man with the gun came inside and tried to rob me, then he shot me, twice, and then you froze the guy's legs, and after that I hit him with a baseballbat and now he is knocked out." Sam catched his breath from saying such a long sentence, then said: "But you froze him. You are a super aren't you?"</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
Katherin bite her lip. She hadn't thought about giving herself away. She had just been worried about saving her life. She given anything to anyone seeing what she had done. of course she had thought that the clerk had been killed or at least injured and he seemed to be fine. It was strange to be confronted like this. But she didn't see anyway out of admitting what she had done. "Yes. I am a super. I can create and control ice.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The large man turned around quickly as Kyo's fan struck his leg. The fans blade ripped open a gaping whole in his pants, and more fur could be seen from underneath. Unfortunately, it did not seem to impede his movement in the slightest.
As he faced Kyo, a full pair of large furry teddy bear ears were visible on his equally furr head. The cough mask and shades covered the rest of his face well, but two bright red pinpricks of light pierced through the dark glasses.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam couldn't believe it. "Wow, you are the second super I've seen today. Well, third if you count the one I saw in the mirror this morning. I'm Sam. So you're a super as well? Ice control sounds 'cool'." He said with a laugh. He looked at the man who was laying on the ground. "So how are we going to explain this mess?"</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
"Honestly I don't know. You're going to have to describe exactly what there is explain. How much damage did the ice do?" Katherin asked him. She had no idea how much of a mess there was to explain. Maybe there could say it was simply an attempted robbery. She didn't know. She wanted to keep it as simple as possible. The less they had to lie the easier it would be to remember what they had said.</s>
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<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Definitely not human. Maybe an animatronic, but not human as far as he could tell. That was enough for Kyo. Pulling out the other fan he had prepared, he launched it straight for the face. This fan was different from the last; rather than just being sharp, it featured a couple of hooked blades on the edge. If it connected, he expected it to either remain stuck in the target or to take a good chunk out of it.
He didn't stop running, either, hoping to get a chance to get just close enough. He was running out of energy, but he had one last trick he could use if he got close enough. He would probably regret it later, but what else could he do?
Just a bit closer... then all he had to do was jump... and let go...</s>
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<|description|>Sam Spark
Age: 20
Power: Shadow
He basicly is a shadow. You can go through him if he wants you to. Because, like his power's origin, his powers are fueled by darkness (or better said, the absence of light), some attributes of his only work at certain times.
At day and at places with a lot of light, he can also manipulate his shadow. Also, when his shadow interacts with another shadow, then it also interacts in reality. Say Sam's shadow pressed the shadow of a button, but Sam didn't actually press it, the button will still be pressed.
At night and at dark places however, he becomes a black creature with red eyes which are able to glow. He normally has a shape like his normal day-form (a human), but he can also change his shape like a real shadow.
Because it would be pretty OP if he knew all of this already, it is going to take him some time before he masters every single attribute of his power. To start with, he doesnt have any, and after he discovers his first power, which is that stuff can go through him, he slowly discovers the others.
Appearance:
Bio: Sam was an average kid, with an average life. He had a girlfriend, his father had a good job, his mother was a happy housewife, and he also had a sister. However, one day, when he was 16, he couldnt sleep because of a buzzing in his head. He followed the direction of the buzzing, and in his dad's office, he found a bomb. The bomb had a special crystal attached to it, that was powered through darkness, so it would go off at night. Sam's first thought was to warn his mother and sister, as they were downstairs watching TV and his father was not home yet. However, he didn't have enough time left, so he jumped out of the window right as the bomb went off. He was thrown outside the house, and landed unconciously on the ground.
A few months later, when he awoke, nothing was the same. His dad was still standing, but his mother and sister had not survived the impact. His girlfriend couldn't stand the fact that he could've died any second, so she got with someone else. And maybe the worst of all, Sam got nightmares. Terrifying nightmares, about horrible creatures that wouldn't leave him alone, but they all had something in commen: They were pitch black, and had red glowing eyes. This made everything get worse for him, as he was forced to drop out of school and he had problems finding a job. He recently moved, hoping he could leave all the worries behind him, and it went good for a couple of days. Until today...</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam didn't know where he was. Everywhere around him was black. He walked around for a few minutes, before he saw something coming right at him. Even though it was dark, he could make out a big monster, pitch black with red glowing eyes. It looked like a dog with a big maw, ready to crunch you in a matter of seconds. Not again! Sam thought, then set one foot back. However, he soon put the same foot back next to his other, standing brave there, not moving a muscle, facing the beast coming right at him. No, I've come to this place because I was done with running away. Im not gonna run again. "You hear me? I'm not gonna run anymore. If you want a piece of me, you have to go through me!" Sam said boldly at the beast, which was coming closer and closer. The beast was almost at a distance that it would jump at him and tear him apart, and Sam closed his eyes. He didn't hear it run anymore, and assumed it jumped.
However, a few seconds passed and nothing happened. The beast stared at him, from around two meters distance. They looked eachother right in the eyes. "Well, what are you whaiting for?" Sam asked. "Finish it." "I'm not here to eat you." The beast suddenly said. Sam was surprised. "Whait, you can talk?" "Ofcourse I can, you can talk as well, right?" The beast answered. Sam was confused. "What do you mean?" The beast closed its eyes, then slowly got up on two feet, and it looked like its whole body was rearranging. Suddenly, it took a form of a human, but not just any human, a human Sam recognised from somewhere. Then, the black faded and the creature suddenly got colour. It opened it's eyes, more human now but still with a red iris. Other then that, it was like Sam looked in a mirror. "I am you." It, or better yet he said.
Sam suddenly got up from his bed. He had the same nightmare again, but this time, things had changed. He didn't run, and the thing he feared the most turned out to be himself. What did that even mean? He got dressed, and looked in his fridge, to find he had once again forgotten to buy food. Darn, looks like I need to have breakfast outdoor today. He walked out the door.</s>
<|message|>Nicole (Nicki) Milinaire
Nikki finally found the address she was looking for and headed inside after parking the T-bird carrying her near empty tool case. It was a small Mom-n-Pop store and their freezer had broken down threatening to cost them a fortune. She smiled an waved to the old man as she walked inside saying "Shouldn't take too long" and headed into the back.
It was an old system and should have been replaced in the 90s but like most of these businesses money was tight and hopes high. The cost of replacement would have broke the bank an put them out of business and no other repairman would have touched it but Nikki wasn't your ordinary repairman.
She set down her tool case and linked up with with the internet and began finishing her CAD work for her mechanical engineering class. She had to waste a little time behind the smelly old compressor room or people might become suspicious. After waiting twenty minutes Nikki reached out and touched the old compressor visualizing it in a repaired state. She had to be careful not to make the system appear new which actually was a little difficult while trying to restore the system with her powers.
Once she was finished Nikki headed up to the counter saying "Well it's back up and working, it should last another ten or twenty years"
The owner thanked her and paid her 100 dollars for her total restoration of the freezer so she headed back out. As she approached her T-bird she noticed it had drawn a crowd as it did from time to time but this group looked ill intended.</s>
<|message|>Walter Chuck Jones
While Walt was on the flying saucer, he hadn't been on the look out for more trouble and almost a few seconds later a powerful blast of energy came from the ground below him and it hit the side of his construct. The powerful force caused his cartoon UFO to break and Walt plummeted towards the ground at a fast pace. Walt quickly created a huge cartoon cushion on the ground and he landed on the very soft construct. Where he landed was not too far from the place where Kyo was and Walt quickly made the construct disappear. He looked around for the cause of his sudden fall and saw a big hulking guy with glowing arms.
"You've stopped your last bank robbery cartoon boy!" the man growled and Walt simply smiled.
"Oh you're a big one, looks like it's time for more fun and entertainment buddy" he said with a goofy grin as a laughing cartoon devil appeared beside him. It looked like his heroics had drawn attention, and the man growled and began to charge up another blast of energy.</s>
<|message|>Nathaniel "Nate" Adams
A ember haired young man sat at a small table outside of café, sipping a fresh cup of coffee. "Mmmm extra cream." He said to himself as he had his eyes closed blissfully. The young man had a laptop opened up in front of him with what looked like a collage assignment pulled up on the screen, though he seemed far more interested in the cup in his hand. He eventually opened his grass green eyes and took another sip of his coffee before setting it down on the table. He looked at the computer screen and sighed. "So dull." He muttered before he moved his hands to the keys. What happened next was quite the sight, or rather wasn't a sight as it happened far too fast for a normal person to process. One moment the computer screen showed a blank page with only the heading Newton's Contributions To Science on it, the next five full length essay pages were on the screen. The man then leaned back in his chair, picking back up his coffee and taking another sip. "Damn, took me longer than I thought." He said to himself, though a slight smirk was on his lips. Though it may have been thought impossible, but that young man had just typed those five pages in that split second. To anyone that may have been impressive, but to Nate this was a everyday occurrence ever since his little accident. The green eyed speed typer closed his laptop after had sent it off to one of his professors and finished off the last of his coffee. "Now what to do with the rest of my day?" He pondered as he looked out into the street and the people who shuffled past.</s>
<|message|>Nicole (Nicki) Milinaire
There were four of them and Nikki didn't need much help figuring out that they were thugs looking for trouble then one of them spoke removing any doubt.
"Dam n I thought the car was hot" said the largest of the 4 a greasy haired sleaze with neck an facial tattoos. His boys laughed at his comment and began moving around her.
Nikki smiled an said "The 57 T-bird was one of the most beautiful cars of it's period.
She'd already tagged into their cell phones and begun issuing the tiny devices commands when the leader moved towards her and tried to grope her. He and his pals suddenly became aware of their cell batteries overheating and started dancing around as they tried to get them out of their pants.
Nikki chuckled as she stepped around them and got into her car and started to leave when their leader tried to reach in and grab her. Having no choice she caused his cell battery to burst in a small but hot bang then she drove away laughing as he squealed rolling in the parking lot.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam sat down at a small table outside a café. He ordered an ice tea and toast with ham and cheese. He looked around, and saw some people eating as well. It's funny how so many people here eat breakfast outside instead of at their homes. He thought. He also saw someone with a laptop. At first not much was on it. Then, just a split second later, five pages full of writing were shown on the screen. Sam was surprised. Whait, how did that happen? Whait, maybe it was his screensaver and he made the table shake so the computer thought he was back again. It was only human to try and find logical explanations for stuff that we didn't understand.
The ice tea got brought, and he took a sip of it. He then leaned back into his chair. You know, there are so much people here, sometimes I wish I could just dissapear... He thought. Then suddenly, Sam fell through his chair. He hit his head on the ground. The chair was still like it was before he sat in it, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary with it. However, Sam was laying unconcious on the ground. It was the first time he got unconcious again after the accident...</s>
<|message|>Nathaniel "Nate" Adams
Nate ordered another cup of coffee and stashed his laptop in the satchel he had sat next to his table. As he waited for the waitress to return he leaned back in his chair and watched the road. It may have seemed weird but Nate had always enjoyed people watching, trying to guess who a person was in a brief moment as they passed you by could be very relaxing if you let it be. He watched as a voluptuous blonde woman dressed in a black dress that was very "form fitting" to say the least walked past the café. Nate managed to pick up a piece of her conversation which went "Yes honey I will be working late again tonight." He took note of the annoyance in her tone as well as the tan line on her left ring finger, showing that she was at the moment not wearing her wedding ring. "Hmmm no ring? That dress is definitely not work attire. Nate thought to himself for a moment before smirking. "We have a cheater here." He said slightly out loud. He watched the woman as she walked across the street and meet up with a man who was waiting outside of a restaurant. The two exchanged a kiss, a passionate one at that. "I should get paid to do this stuff." He said just as the waitress returned with his coffee. "Thank you miss." He said with a nod as he took the coffee. He took a sip from the cup as he stood and grabbed his satchel. He was just about to head out of the café when he heard a loud thud from behind him. He turned and say a guy around his age passed out on the floor. Nate walked over to the boy, set his coffee a side, and kneeled down next to him. Nate then lightly tapped the boy's face. "Come on buddy, this is no place to catch up on your sleep."</s>
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<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam, got up, shaking his head lightly. "Darn, what happened there?" He asked himself. "You used your new ability." Someone said. Sam looked up, only to see himself with red eyes in a dark place. The dark place. The nightmare. "Ah come on. Not you again!" He said. "Why do you keep haunting me in my sleep? And what do you mean, used my new ability?" Sam's clone chuckled, and got a step closer to him. "I don't have much time now, but let me say this: we have much to do in the near future." He tapped him on Sam's face, which felt awfully real. "Come on buddy, this is no place to chatch up on your sleep." His clone said with a different voice now suddenly.
And as suddenly as it started, that's how suddenly it ended. Sam opened his eyes, looking like he had seen a ghost. He looked around him, seeing people stare at him, and one guy kneeled down next to him. Right in front of him, with his legs still underneath it, was the chair he was sitting in just a few seconds ago. Then he remembered it. He was leaning back in it, and wanted to dissapear. After that, he didn't feel the chair anymore for a second, he fell, and he hit the ground. Was the chair gone for a second, or did something else happen?
Sam tried to get up, but his head still hurt a bit. He recognised the guy who was kneeling besides him as the guy from the laptop. "Can you move out of the way, please? I might have spilled some of my ice tea." Sam said, acting as normal as possible. He got up on his feet. He saw all the people still watching him, and wanted to dissapear again. He still was a bit dizzy, and wanted to lean on the chair, when grabbed through the chair and almost fell again.
"What the..." He said to himself. He tried grabbing the chair again, this time prepared, and grabbed through it. Again. "Is this chair an illusion or something?" He said to himself, still not wanting the attention of all the others. He tried kicking the chair, but still went through it. "What is wrong with this chair?" He asked, now a bit louder so others could hear him as well.</s>
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<|description|>Sam Spark
Age: 20
Power: Shadow
He basicly is a shadow. You can go through him if he wants you to. Because, like his power's origin, his powers are fueled by darkness (or better said, the absence of light), some attributes of his only work at certain times.
At day and at places with a lot of light, he can also manipulate his shadow. Also, when his shadow interacts with another shadow, then it also interacts in reality. Say Sam's shadow pressed the shadow of a button, but Sam didn't actually press it, the button will still be pressed.
At night and at dark places however, he becomes a black creature with red eyes which are able to glow. He normally has a shape like his normal day-form (a human), but he can also change his shape like a real shadow.
Because it would be pretty OP if he knew all of this already, it is going to take him some time before he masters every single attribute of his power. To start with, he doesnt have any, and after he discovers his first power, which is that stuff can go through him, he slowly discovers the others.
Appearance:
Bio: Sam was an average kid, with an average life. He had a girlfriend, his father had a good job, his mother was a happy housewife, and he also had a sister. However, one day, when he was 16, he couldnt sleep because of a buzzing in his head. He followed the direction of the buzzing, and in his dad's office, he found a bomb. The bomb had a special crystal attached to it, that was powered through darkness, so it would go off at night. Sam's first thought was to warn his mother and sister, as they were downstairs watching TV and his father was not home yet. However, he didn't have enough time left, so he jumped out of the window right as the bomb went off. He was thrown outside the house, and landed unconciously on the ground.
A few months later, when he awoke, nothing was the same. His dad was still standing, but his mother and sister had not survived the impact. His girlfriend couldn't stand the fact that he could've died any second, so she got with someone else. And maybe the worst of all, Sam got nightmares. Terrifying nightmares, about horrible creatures that wouldn't leave him alone, but they all had something in commen: They were pitch black, and had red glowing eyes. This made everything get worse for him, as he was forced to drop out of school and he had problems finding a job. He recently moved, hoping he could leave all the worries behind him, and it went good for a couple of days. Until today...</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam was surprised. "OH MY GOSH, YOU HAVE-" He started, but put a hand on his mouth as soon as he realised they both had superpowers. He looked back at the main street, and it looked like no one noticed them. "Sorry, I still got to get used to this. So you got the power to vanish? Whait, no, you got super speed!" Sam whaited a moment so Nate could answer, then said: "I have no idea what happened to me. The only thing that recently changed was me moving to this place. Oh, and I had this one nightmare again, which was really weird. Especially because it knew I had this power. Any idea what that could mean?"</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
Katherin decided to continue on. It seemed that whoever was watching her wasn't ready to approach her yet. She wondered who it was and why they hesitated. But it didn't matter. Atleast not until they found the courage to approach her. She continued carefully down the street. She passed by a bank. The people she passed talked about money mysteriously disappearing. No one seemed to have seen anything. She frowned. That sounded suspicious she decided to head to the next bank and see if it had been hit too.
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A dark presence arrived in town. He had great plans for this city. But first to announce his arrival. He had thought long and hard about how to announce himself. It had to be something spectacular. Something that couldn't be explained away. He was going to make a splash. He set a bomb in the middle of the fountain that was in front of city hall. When it exploded it would paint city hall with his colors. Orange and Green.</s>
<|message|>Walter Chuck Jones
Walt had to make a dive for the ground to avoid being directly blasted by an energy beam, but the attack did manage to graze his shoulder and winced in agony from the intensely hot beam. The energy blast hit a sign post and exploded causing the six feet of the area around to be blasted apart. Luckily no one was close enough to the area to get killed, but debris did get sent flying everywhere and hit several bystanders. Walt created a cartoon suit of armor that he was wearing over his costume to add some extra protection and then crafted a cartoon javelin with a boxing glove on the end.
"Time to vanquish a dragon" he said with a chuckle, he didn't really intend to kill the villain he just wanted to say something funny. Walt made the javelin fly at the criminal and it the boxing glove socked the man in the face causing him to stagger backwards. Walt then proceeded to create a construct of Battle Cat from He-Man and used him as a mount to ride on. He then made a lance with a boxing glove on the end appear in his right hand which he would use as a weapon, and with a command he made the giant feline charge the villain and had his lance aimed to strike Energizer in the face.</s>
<|message|>Nathaniel "Nate" Adams
Nate smirked slightly and nodded as Sam said he had superspeed, he saw no need to make things sound more complicated to the guy than need be. He then rested his hands behind his head in a carefree manor as he thought about what Sam had just described about his recent experiences leading up to his powers awakening. "Hmm Well how people get their talents usually varies. Some people get bit by some radioactive something or other, while others are in some science experiment gone bad." He said giving Sam a sympathetic look. "Though yours is sounding... a bit less scientific centered."</s>
<|message|>Mission Calister
Mission picked up his backpack from behind his chair and went to leave his home, an abandoned subway tunnel that had been caved in on both sides, leaving a large open chamber. He reached in the bottom of his bag and made sure everything was in order there. He ran back over to his chair and reached under it pulling out the binder there. He tooks two tabs out and quickly put them on his tongue, he hoped he wasn't gonna lose it again like he did last time he went out. He hadn't been out since but he was getting tired of sitting in front of his computer screen. The drugs helped him stay sane, no matter how hard that was to believe. Kids were making some good stuff now a' days though, not as good as the 70's but that shit had to be from space. He closed his eyes and was in on the surface again.
He sat there looking down on the city feet hanging off a rather tall building when suddenly he saw the Cartoon kid fighting some sort of steroided out battery. He lit a cigarette and thought about going to help him but there was no telling what the kid had got himself into this time. He saw a girl walking alone on the street side and took a deep drag of his cigarette. He phased from his spot into his radio room, checking for any recent activity besides the kids fight. He got wind of a bank robbery done by something or someone out of the ordinary, he pulled out his laptop and searched for other small banks in the area and quickly found a picture. He stood there in front of it cigarette in hand laptop now at his side. He pulled off his gloves and touched the stone of the building. No robbery yet, he would have to check the other two as well.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
"Talents, abilities, powers, I don't care what you call them. Anyway, if you have 'talents' as well, does that mean you have a secret hideout?" Sam said. A secret hideout would not only be awesome, but also good for him as he needed a place where he could test his new powers without being noticed. "Also, do you know any other people with powers? Man, this feels like I'm in the middle of a comic."</s>
<|message|>Nathaniel "Nate" Adams
"Uh dude I am a collage student, not Superman. I have a dorm." Nate said with a laugh as he looked at Sam. He then shrugged at Sam's second question. "I know of other people with powers, but I can't say I know any personally. Then again maybe I do and we just haven't talked about it, most people with powers are quite secretive about this topic.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam laughed as well, but was dissapointed to hear there wasn't such thing as a real life Avengers. He then looked at the time, and saw he was almost late for work. "Hey, I need to go now, but I want to keep in touch with you. Shall we exchange numbers?" Sam asked, taking out his phone.</s>
<|message|>Nathaniel "Nate" Adams
Nate smiled as he gave Sam his number. "Yeah dude make sure to call me, we should get a coffee sometime. We might be able to figure out what your cape color should be." He said, though the last part jokingly. He then pulled out his own phone so he could get Sam's number.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam added Nate's number to his contacts, then gave his number to Nate as well. "I'm not much of a cape fan anyway." He said, smiling. "Well, I see you later, Speedy!" He said. Then rushed out of the alley towards his job before he got fired on his first day. Speedy seemed as an appropiate nickname for someone with superspeed powers. Once at the grocery store, he walked inside and got greeted by the one behind the counter. "You're just in time, my shift just ended." The guy said. He gave his apron to Sam and then got out. It was reasonable at the store. Not many people mostly came in, you got paid decently and it wasn't far from any important buildings like some of the banks and the city hall. Even though he liked the fact he had powers now, he still was partly human, so he still needed money. This meant today was just another day he needed to work.</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
The new villain the covered his first display of power. He smirked at the screen. Some would dismiss his attack as juvenile. He had done that on purpose no sense in them seeing his best work. He liked it when people underestimated him. He would show them but not yet. He needed to know what kid ofheros this city had and how many there were.</s>
<|message|>Lumen Nox {Light Dark}
Light walked along the streets. Many things going around his mind. He kept snapping his fingers as a way to pass time. He decided to stop for a coffee. He looked around for any nearby Shops but couldn't find one in sight. He took out his Cellphone, flipped it open and began to browse the Web for any nearby Coffee Shops. As he walked in the general direction of the Coffee shop he overheard an Explosion near city hall and he sighed. He began to fly over to City Hall, without a care if someone saw him Flying.
As he arrived at City Hall, he saw that everything surrounding the water fountain in front of City Ha was covered in Paint, he then proceeded to Sigh. He landed on the Ground and looked around. Who would be stupid enough to do this kind of thing, I mean if you wanna be evil at least make an attempt at being a Villain and not pull of such a childish prank.</s>
<|message|>Mission Calister
Mission sat there with his hands on his pocket as another Super landed at city hall now covered paint. He took out another smoke and lit it looking over the scene with a curious eye. Who would go through all the trouble to set something up like this? He looked around and saw a small group of people starting to gather, and he fazed to the top of an office complex overlooking the crowd. This seemed to much like a trap to him. Whats a better way to call out all the people in the city then decorating city hall in your colors. He overlooked the area and pulled his bandana up crouching there. He fazed back down to the street into the back of the crowed just below where he was when he saw a substantial crowd lining the streets. He nearly popped into somebody when he did cause a drunk college student spilled his drink all over the place. "What the-?" He began to say looking Mission in his off colored eyes as he stood there silently, he imagined he looked a bit menacing but that wasn't a problem. No wanted to mess with someone they were scared of and when Mission looked in the mirror he scared himself sometimes even.
"Look man I don't want-" The kid began to say before Mission turned and walked towards the middle of the crowd trying to submerge himself there. If you were looking for a lion you wouldn't look were the lambs lay. He put out his smoke and looked at City Hall seeing what would happen. He couldn't seem to see the other super who had arrived at the same time as him, maybe he had got the same idea as Mission.</s>
<|message|>Walter Chuck Jones
Walt was able to tank a blast from Energizer and landed a powerful blow to the man's head and Battle Cat was able to ram right into the villain and sent him flying. That was enough to knock Energizer out and soon the authorities had come and taken him off to jail. Walt decided to split in case the police wanted to take him in for vigilantism. While riding on the wings of a cartoon biplane he had crafted to leave the scene of the battle Walt noticed an explosion happen near city hall and he made the plane fly in that direction.
"Another scumbag wants to make a name for himself, what else is new?" he asked himself and almost immediately Sylvester the loony tunes cat appeared next to him.
"If you ask me these villains are despicable" he said in his silly lisp and Walt chuckled and then made the construct disappear. The trip to city hall was quick and Walt saw two other heroes not too far away. He landed close by the fountain and made the biplane disappear. He looked and saw that the explosion was just paint that had been blown everywhere.
"Wow some of these graffiti artist really have an obsessive problem with this crap" Walt said with a whistle and Stan Smith appeared next to him.
"Damn liberals, see this is what happens when you let raging leftists take over America!" the cartoon conservative shouted and Walt face-palmed, sometimes he didn't have control over how and when his constructs would manifest themselves.
"Now now let's not turn this into a political debate Stan" Walt said to the cartoon character and made him vanish with a wave of his hand.</s>
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<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam was just helping a customer when he heard a big bang. Everyone in the shop ran outside to see where it came from, so Sam also did this. He saw at the other end of the street that the city hall was covered in paint. He wanted to go there, but he needed to stay at the shop if he wanted to keep his job. That, and he still was a rookie hero. He wasn't even a real hero yet, as he didn't do anything heroic yet. He got back into the store, and looked on his phone for live footage.</s>
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<|description|>Sam Spark
Age: 20
Power: Shadow
He basicly is a shadow. You can go through him if he wants you to. Because, like his power's origin, his powers are fueled by darkness (or better said, the absence of light), some attributes of his only work at certain times.
At day and at places with a lot of light, he can also manipulate his shadow. Also, when his shadow interacts with another shadow, then it also interacts in reality. Say Sam's shadow pressed the shadow of a button, but Sam didn't actually press it, the button will still be pressed.
At night and at dark places however, he becomes a black creature with red eyes which are able to glow. He normally has a shape like his normal day-form (a human), but he can also change his shape like a real shadow.
Because it would be pretty OP if he knew all of this already, it is going to take him some time before he masters every single attribute of his power. To start with, he doesnt have any, and after he discovers his first power, which is that stuff can go through him, he slowly discovers the others.
Appearance:
Bio: Sam was an average kid, with an average life. He had a girlfriend, his father had a good job, his mother was a happy housewife, and he also had a sister. However, one day, when he was 16, he couldnt sleep because of a buzzing in his head. He followed the direction of the buzzing, and in his dad's office, he found a bomb. The bomb had a special crystal attached to it, that was powered through darkness, so it would go off at night. Sam's first thought was to warn his mother and sister, as they were downstairs watching TV and his father was not home yet. However, he didn't have enough time left, so he jumped out of the window right as the bomb went off. He was thrown outside the house, and landed unconciously on the ground.
A few months later, when he awoke, nothing was the same. His dad was still standing, but his mother and sister had not survived the impact. His girlfriend couldn't stand the fact that he could've died any second, so she got with someone else. And maybe the worst of all, Sam got nightmares. Terrifying nightmares, about horrible creatures that wouldn't leave him alone, but they all had something in commen: They were pitch black, and had red glowing eyes. This made everything get worse for him, as he was forced to drop out of school and he had problems finding a job. He recently moved, hoping he could leave all the worries behind him, and it went good for a couple of days. Until today...</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
A large figure walked into a drugstore. Judging from the persons size and physique, he seemed to be male, though it was difficult to tell due to what he was wearing. He had on a large and bulky beige trench-coat, and a wide brimmed hat of the same color. He wore shades and a cough-mask. Overall, he was very suspicious looking.
He stands nearby several medicines until it he begins to unnerve several customers. A nearby guard approaches him.
"Excuse me sir, bu-" that was as far as he got before the mans gloved fist collided with his face, sending the guard flying. In the same instant, the large man swiped several medicines and immediately ran out the door. At once two other guards came after him, but he was already too far for them to catch.
"Hey! Wait! Quick someone grab him! shouted one of the guards.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
After having heard quite a bit about the paint explosion from what close to half the employees had streamed in on their various mobile devices, Kyo eventually was allowed a quick ten-minute break, during which he had planned to step outside for some air. Everything going on at once that day was already exhausting to him, and he could only wonder what the rest of the day had in store.
Unfortunately, he didn't even have time to drop the black and silver fox mask he had been fixing before there was another commotion outside. Moving quickly and grabbing another cloak from nearby, he ran out the back door to see if someone else was starting a fight dangerously close to the shop again. When he looked out from the alley leading to the street, however, he didn't see any fighting. Instead, an oddly-covered and very large person running down the street with cries for someone to stop him in the background. Was he a robber of some sort? Either way, he did seem to be approaching the area of the shop pretty quickly.
Holding out one hand in the direction of the supposed robber, the now-masked man focused on an image of a large wall to project into his field of vision. Hopefully, it would at least startle him enough to stop so as not to crash into it.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The large man unusually did not stop upon seeing the wall, but instead bared his shoulders to the side in what looked like a football tackle and ran straight through the illusory wall. He skidded a bit upon go through it, his momentum unstopped due to the lack of supposed wall, and he ended up running straight into a lamppost.
Said lamppost crumpled like paper under the force of the man's tackle. He paused for a bit to throw the post to the side before preparing to run away once more.</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
Katherin tilted her head. She knew something was happening but she wasn't sure what. She had been about to try her phone again when she heard gun shots. She didn't know how man people were in the store. She sent her ice through the store. It would feel like a cold breeze to anyone in the store. She was able to identify two men. One had to be the clerk. He was probably the one furthest from her. Which meant that the shooter was the closest too her. She frowned. She tapped her foot sending ice towards the shooter. With him in contact with the floor the ice would slowly climb up the shooter and would cover him until she stopped the ice. Which she planned to do before the ice covered his head.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam felt a cold breeze, and soon after, the woman tapped her foot, and ice started to go up the man's feet. It took both him and Sam some time to figure out what was going on, but they realised that they were dealing with a super. "I don't care if you have powers or not, I will kill you!" the man shouted. This was Sam's chance. He rushed from behind the counter, kicked the gun out of the guy's hands and as he turned to face Sam, he got a bat to the face, knocking him out. Sam walked over to the girl. "Are you alright, madame?" He know they were both supers, but they needed to take it slow for now.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Somewhat surprised that the large person would just charge a wall like that, even if thy were temporarily stopped by a lamppost, the cloaked man decided that perhaps a change in tactics was in order. Stretching his hand out again, he focused on a different sort of image to stop him: A circle of flame surrounding him. It would be a high wall, going at least to eye level, but there would be space for him to move around a few steps in any direction inside the circle.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The man paused for a bit, looking at the flames that encircled him, and then went back a few steps. The man pulled back his arms and clapped them together with a tremendous amount of force. The resulting shock-wave broke panes of glass in its way and blew away unlucky bystanders. He paused for a moment, as in his vision, the flame had yet to go away.
Suddenly the man said, "Wait, Ted, what flame are you talking about, I don't see anything," he said. "Its a fake! Someone's doing something to you! Just keep running!"
After saying that, the man barreled straight through the fire, this time ignoring it completely. A siren was heard as a single police car began approaching from behind.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Kyo winced and covered his ears at the thunderous sound of the clap, a bit upset at the damage it caused. If only he had come up with a better plan a little quicker, then there wouldn't be so much risk to bystanders. Letting out a frustrated puff of air, he ran out towards the back of the large figure and clapped his hands as well, projecting a much quieter version of the sound he had just made. As he did so, he projected an image of the suspect in front of him, making sure to avoid his sight by keeping behind him. He wanted to conceal himself using his ability, but it didn't seem wise to use up all his energy too quickly.</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
"I'm fine thank you. Can you tell me exactly what happened?" Katherin asked. She figured that the shooter had pointer his weapon at her. He had probably thought that she was a witness to the shooter. He must have missed the clerk. She drew the ice back to her. Unfortunately whatever ice had melted she couldn't do anything about. Hopefully the water wouldn't do too much damage to the store.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The large man stiffened then turned back quickly upon hearing the clap behind him. He seemed to stiffen upon seeing a duplicate of himself, when suddenly he said: "No Ted, there's no one in front of you except for some guy! Wait a minute . . . Ted, get out of here, he might be a super!"
Suddenly, the man turned around and bolted, running faster than ever.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Completely fed up with the way this man seemed unable to be distracted for very long, Kyo began chasing after him. He knew that he would have to do something quickly before he lost him, though, as this man was definitely faster than him. What struck him as odd\ was how the man seemed to talk to himself. And how he knew that there wasn't actually anything there...
Wait a minute...he's being directed. There must be a transmitter on him or something.
With this realization, he reached to his side and pulled out a purple fan. These things hadn't left his side since they were given to him so long ago. He was glad to have them now, though he had initially questioned exactly why he needed them back then. Flicking it open to expose the hard edges that made it more than just a nice prop, he threw it like a disk toward the man's hat.
At the same time, he finally decided not to worry so much about conserving his energy and concealed himself from public view.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The man didn't notice the fan as his back was turned. The hat fell clean of his head, exposing a furry pair of round ears instead of hair or a skin of head. He kept running until the police car from earlier drove in front of him.
"Sir, we ask that you please cease and desist, or else - gah!?"
The police officer asking him to stand down was unable to finish his sentence, as the large man charged straight at them and in the process of doing so, tossed aside the entire car, with them inside it.</s>
<|message|>Kyo Alavondai
Kyo was horrified by the sudden turn of events, and pretty close to being unable to do much more. For once, he was starting to regret the incorporeal nature of his ability as far as he could use it safely. The only good thing he could get from what had just happened was that the "man" was revealed as not exactly human. He wasn't sure if it was just a strange mascot suit or something, but either way, he felt far less guilty about his last few options now. Especially after the endangerment of the officers.
Taking out another fan, he flicked it open to expose a much sharper edge. Tossing it the same way as the other one, he aimed for the back of the suspect's knees. If he could hit the legs, perhaps it could be halted long enough for him to get better control. Just in case, though, he readied one more fan of his own design at his side.</s>
<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam was a bit confused, as it was like the woman didn't even see what just happened. Only then he noticed that the girl was blind. "Well, first that paint bomb at the city hall happened, then you came into the shop, then the man with the gun came inside and tried to rob me, then he shot me, twice, and then you froze the guy's legs, and after that I hit him with a baseballbat and now he is knocked out." Sam catched his breath from saying such a long sentence, then said: "But you froze him. You are a super aren't you?"</s>
<|message|>Katherin Winter
Katherin bite her lip. She hadn't thought about giving herself away. She had just been worried about saving her life. She given anything to anyone seeing what she had done. of course she had thought that the clerk had been killed or at least injured and he seemed to be fine. It was strange to be confronted like this. But she didn't see anyway out of admitting what she had done. "Yes. I am a super. I can create and control ice.</s>
<|message|>Lily Heidi Anne
The large man turned around quickly as Kyo's fan struck his leg. The fans blade ripped open a gaping whole in his pants, and more fur could be seen from underneath. Unfortunately, it did not seem to impede his movement in the slightest.
As he faced Kyo, a full pair of large furry teddy bear ears were visible on his equally furr head. The cough mask and shades covered the rest of his face well, but two bright red pinpricks of light pierced through the dark glasses.</s>
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<|message|>Sam Spark
Sam couldn't believe it. "Wow, you are the second super I've seen today. Well, third if you count the one I saw in the mirror this morning. I'm Sam. So you're a super as well? Ice control sounds 'cool'." He said with a laugh. He looked at the man who was laying on the ground. "So how are we going to explain this mess?"</s>
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<|description|>Cecelia
Race: Awoken
Gender: Female
Age n Age: Been a guardian for almost a year now.
Class: Huntress - Gunslinger primary subclass
Ghost: Smartass, upbeat personality with little regard to when he needs to act serious.
Appearance:
Gear: Full Rogue 4.5 set with Cloak of Ragged Fortune
W.o.C: Handcannons and Sniper Rifles (no preference on elements)
Personality: Cecelia is a thrill seeker. She'll jump into a group of fallen just to see how long it takes to kill them. Her best time on Venus is ten seconds and a few milliseconds. She loves to laugh and crack jokes, though knows when to act serious or formal, and when to just shut up. Unlike her ghost, Einstein (that's what she named her ghost).
Background: Cecelia's been a guardian about as long as she's been awoken. (well, revived technically) She was woken up by Einstein, whose first words were "get enough sleep, princess?" And from then on, as long as she called her ghost Einstein, he called her Princess. She prefers her comfortable Rogue set due to its simplicity. And her cloak has seen as much action as she feels she has. Most of her work has been on Earth and Venus, not venturing too far from either of those places. She'll occasionally tag along with some other Guardians for a strike if it's in the area. That's pretty much the only time she uses a sniper rather than her handcannon-rush tactic.</s>
<|message|>Cecelia
A sparrow flies over a hill in the Earth terrain as Cecelia zooms toward the center of the half-dozen Fallen. Throwing a knife at one's face, it quickly falls dead as she pops a cap from her handcannon into the nearest face she found, while tossing her swarm grenade behind her to do some damage. She turned around to the weakened three: two of the "grunts of the litter" as Einstein so eloquently calls them, and one humanoid bug. Well, it has 6 limbs. She dashes in to stab one grunty in the face, whips around to shoot the other's face, and is left with one Fallen.
"Einstein. Music?" The Awoken thrill-seeker requests. "I thought you'd never ask, Princess." And with that, heavy metal instrumental music starts jamming in Cecelia's helmet as she pulls out her knife to face the Fallen. Making it interesting. "Hey, any challenge?" The Awoken smirks from in her helmet as bug-boy roars at her. "Yeah, only stabs to the back." Her helmet responded over the music. "Easy," is all Cecelia said as she rushed in. The Fallen had just charged a shot, but couldn't pull the trigger before before Cecelia knocked it aside, spun until she was back-to-back with it and stabbed in the small of the back. If you can call it that.
Rolling away, the Fallen decides to try it again. They never learn, do they? Cecelia dashes at it, this time tossing her knife up in the air. She punches it in the face before it can shoot, because energy weapons need charge time, flipped over it, catching her blade after landing a little shakily, then getting in two more stabs before it turned to face her again.
With a smirk, Cecelia says "let's dance, partner." She grabbed the arm holding the gun, put it out as if to do the tango, and carved its back with her knife using her knife hand. It finally falling to the floor, Cecelia brags to her Ghost "hey, never said I needed to be behind him to make backstabs. Chalk another one up for me on the challenges, Einstein." The Ghost sighs and agrees, adding one to Cecelia's count. "Way to go, Princess. Find the loopholes." "Hey, that was fair and square. It was a stab to his back."
Einstein bleeped, getting a message, and played it internally, giving Cecelia the gist: "Some 'Aaron the Ranger' is supposedly in Scandenavia and we're chosen to investigate. Speaker's orders." Cecelia sighs. "A fetch mission? Really? This is gonna be boring, but it pays well, so let's go. Meeting at the Tower first." And with that, Cecelia and Einstein headed off to the Tower.</s>
<|message|>Evana-4
The once great cities that graced the Golden Age now lay in ruin after the Darkness arrived. Towers that once reached the heavens now crumbled on the gridlocked streets. Some of the old skyscrapers had been caught by others, leaning against the side of neighboring buildings. Over the years, their structure became weak, as if they could collapse onto the ground at any given second. In the stillness of the day, a Sparrow rides, the Guardian mounted fully aware that the buildings she speeds under could give in and crush her to her death. Evana-4 sped through the streets of old Chicago, her sparrow disturbing the peace and flinging debris into the air. She felt the ground rumble beneath her sparrow. Another great skyscraper had finally succumbed to the Darkness. After a few seconds, she could hear the crash in the distance as the old tower connected with the ground. With how dangerous the cities are, Evana was surprised the Fallen had managed to set up any sort of base here, though at a cost it seemed. As she rode onward to her destination, she had passed many Fallen corpses, their bodies crushed under the weight of concrete and metal from buildings constantly falling apart.
She didn't understand how a place such as this would not have been leveled years ago. Humans of the Golden Age must have been persistent in defending their home. She wished other Guardians had such persistence. This was why she fought for the Future War Cult. She believed that the Earth was worth fighting for; she did not want the lives lost in the protection of this planet to be in vain. Even now, she was fighting for the FWC, tracking a high value target who is trying to set up shop in this desolate city.
"Not much further," the electronic voice chimed, breaking the silence. The little spikey robot—a child of the Traveler—Echo, hovered beside Evana as she rode through the quiet streets. She remained quiet as well, allowing the soothing hum of the Sparrow's booster to fill her ears. Sometimes, Evana's silence made Echo feel ignored, but it was something he had learned to live with. At first, he'd always comment about Evana's apparent lack of hearing but to no avail. He learned to just assume she cares enough to listen to him when he speaks, even when he receives no response. "Okay," he started, "it's just up ahead. In that old factory."
Not long after entering the industrial side of the city, an old manufacturing building came into view. Evana tightened her grip on the boosters, the purple beam emitting from the back of the Sparrow growing wide as it pick up speed. As she neared the building, Evana launched herself off her sparrow and landed with a huff, catching herself before she could lose balance. Her ghost rolled its eye.
"Smooth," he scoffed. "Who're you trying to impress? The Fallen you're about to kill?" Evana shot the little spiked orb an annoyed expression. "Do not mock me, Little Light." She started to walk toward the entrance, her hand reaching for the scout rifle on her back. She stopped for a moment and looked back at her ghost. "It's…harder than you think." She couldn't help the corner of her lip from curling, giving Echo a kindhearted grin. As much as that little thing annoyed her, she enjoys its company and appreciates its insistence of livening up the mood.
As she entered the factory she could see her radar light up with red dots. There was chatter coming from all around as various Fallen turned their attention to the Exo standing in their entryway. "Uhhh…maybe we should've taken a different door…"
Seeing the amount of Dregs and Vandals around her, she smiled, holding up the MIDA-Mult Tool and aiming down the sights. Tack, tack, tack. It didn't take long for her to dispense the Fallen to her left and right. They were weak, practically cannon fodder for her real Target. The Reaver Vandal let out long screech before commanding its subordinates to attack.
"No, it's fine," Evana assured the ghost. "They won't see what's coming." With that, she returned the scout rifle to her back and unleashed the light within her, materializing two long blades as her body began to surge with Arc energy. In a quick spin, she vanished. Cloaked in invisibility, Evana made her way behind her target and pierced its body with her blades. Before the other weaker Fallen could take notice of their newly deceased commander, Evana made quick work of them, jetting through the air in a streak of blue light, the sound of her blades cutting through the bodies of her enemies echoing through the factory.
After diminished the remainder of her light, Evana released the blades, watching them disintegrate before ever touching the ground. "Well, I think the Future War Cult will be a happy to know that we have one less Fallen hideout to worry about. I'll inform Lakshmi-2—oh…"
Evana turned her attention to her ghost. "What is it?"
"It's…it's the Speaker. We're being summoned to the Hall of Council. He's gathered other Guardians. Do you want me to bring them up for you?" the ghost asked, prepared to emit a projection of other Guardians.
"No, we'll meet them soon. Let's not waste any time."
"Heh, someone's an eager beaver." Echo began readying the ships teleport. Evana shot the ghost a look. "Echo, please." He tilted his body forward in a bow. "As you wish, m'lady."
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After arriving at the Tower, Evana wasted no time in getting to the Hall of Council. If the Speaker had requested her, as well as others, it must be for something important. He does not call groups of Guardians often, if at all.
"Wait up!" her ghost called as it flew to her side. After catching up to her, Echo didn't miss a beat. "Five other Fireteam members! Can you believe it?"
She almost couldn't. What reason does the Speaker have in calling forth twice the number of Guardians typically gathered to carrying on a difficult task?
"Maybe…maybe you could make some friends?" the ghost suggested almost questioningly. Evana responded with a short huff. "You know I can't afford to make friends, Echo," she reminded him, her voice low as if she were ashamed.
An apologetic voice came from beside them. Evana, unsure if the voice was indirectly addressing her, turned her attention to a Warlock, a ghost, and a Titan just a few feet from where she stood. It became apparent the ghost belonged to the Warlock and that it had run into the Titan.
Echo let out an amused chuckle. "Eyes up, Little Light," he snickered.</s>
<|message|>Asia
Asia being lead by her ghost walked up towards the group of people.one look told her that this group was way experienced."yeah,sure,i totally fit in here,if they are bringing in a group like this why bring in a newbie like me".she got to the group.she sighed"um,hi yeah don't ask cause I don't know why"she said softly.</s>
<|message|>Prophet-13
Prophet had just finished talking with the Dead Orbit representative at the Tower and was starting to walk away when his Ghost materialized in front of him, making pinging sounds before alerting him of a transmission from the Speaker. "Feed the transmission through to my helmet, Sparky. Aaand don't play it out loud, like last time, okay?" Commanded Prophet as he held out his hand for Sparky, the Ghost, to hover over. Sparky moved over Prophet's hand, emitting a string of sad yet apologetic notes that sounded very much like some kind of music, and began to play the transmission through Prophet's helmet.
Prophet stayed there for a good while, as he listened to the voice of the Speaker and watched the images of other Guardians appear on his helmet's HUD. Then, once the Speaker was through, he started heading for the meeting place. Sparky flew over Prophet's shoulder and beeped questioningly, to which Prophet simply nodded. Seeing the nod, Sparky buzzed happily and danced around Prophet's head for a moment before trans-matting away to wherever Ghosts go. Prophet let out a slight chuckle before continuing the rather short walk to the meeting place, and arrived to see the guardians whose pictures flashed across his HUD earlier. He eyed each one of them over, as if he was searching for something, with his helmet still on and masking his face.</s>
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<|message|>Cecelia
Cecelia ran towards the group of gathering Guardians. "Look what you did now, Princess. We're late. Told you we shouldn't have stopped for food" Einstein commented through her helmet's comm as she ran towards the crowd. "Calm your CPU, Einstein. Looks like they're just starting."
Finally reaching the crowd of Guardians, Cecelia takes off her helmet and starts calming down her breaths. She looks around at all the other Guardians summoned for this mission. Like most firing teams she's been in, they were all very diverse. Although, the skill levels seemed to be sparse as well. Hm... This is going to be quite interesting. Wonder what all this hub-ub is about...</s>
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<|description|>Cecelia
Race: Awoken
Gender: Female
Age n Age: Been a guardian for almost a year now.
Class: Huntress - Gunslinger primary subclass
Ghost: Smartass, upbeat personality with little regard to when he needs to act serious.
Appearance:
Gear: Full Rogue 4.5 set with Cloak of Ragged Fortune
W.o.C: Handcannons and Sniper Rifles (no preference on elements)
Personality: Cecelia is a thrill seeker. She'll jump into a group of fallen just to see how long it takes to kill them. Her best time on Venus is ten seconds and a few milliseconds. She loves to laugh and crack jokes, though knows when to act serious or formal, and when to just shut up. Unlike her ghost, Einstein (that's what she named her ghost).
Background: Cecelia's been a guardian about as long as she's been awoken. (well, revived technically) She was woken up by Einstein, whose first words were "get enough sleep, princess?" And from then on, as long as she called her ghost Einstein, he called her Princess. She prefers her comfortable Rogue set due to its simplicity. And her cloak has seen as much action as she feels she has. Most of her work has been on Earth and Venus, not venturing too far from either of those places. She'll occasionally tag along with some other Guardians for a strike if it's in the area. That's pretty much the only time she uses a sniper rather than her handcannon-rush tactic.</s>
<|message|>Vayen. Lokh.
Vayen was suddenly bumbed by a ghost which out of suprise, quickly hid behind the warlocks leg whom had approached the door for the hal. However Vayen kept her mask of plain flat seriousness and composed self.
"No worries ghost." she replied and looked towards the Warlock ahead of her, giving a light nod at him.
Pretty much from there on the rest of the guardians gather with'in the following minute. The appearantly new guardian felt rather uncomfortable with being so fresh and already in a fireteam this big with most of the bunch being atleeeeast relatively experienced to cut it short. "Heyo." Vayen greeted the bunch, projecting her tuff character out, merely hinting a reserved shyness about the way she said it.
Thinking shortly she looked at the kinderguardian, "Don't worry, you will be fine, if they think you fit in with us you most likely do. We were all fresh once."
That is right isn't it, Asia was as fresh as they get, thus also the one with the least known about her...
Though this was an anamoly, it was easy to assume that her freshness is what might also add to the experienced guardians of Branded Flame, she would still not be as effected by their experience as the rest of the bunch. That was always a plus, well mostly atleast.</s>
<|message|>Asia
"Um,thank you"Asia told vayen.her ghost was showing her the names as she was coming to the meeting place."Hey Asia,not only were you a little late but you can't even show a little bit of confidence geeze"her ghost flew up to vayen"please accept my sincere apology for the impolite way that Asia has treated you"her ghost said.
Asia couldn't believe her ghost would try to talk for her.it was embarrassing.she bit her lower lip thinking about how to approach this.</s>
<|message|>Atticus Gage, The Wandering Scholar
Mason peered around Atticus' leg as the Titan the Ghost had ran into spoke. "There," Atticus said looking down at Mason. "No harm done. You just need to watch where you're going." Mason looked up at him, and he had the feeling that the Ghost was about to say something before another of the summoned Guardian's Ghost spoke.
Mason's attention was quickly pulled to the new Guardian and Ghost that had showed up. "What'd you call me?" Mason looked from the new Ghost to Atticus. "What did he just call me?" Once again Mason's view went to the new Ghost and just stared silently for a moment before quickly flying to hover inches from the new Ghost's face. Mason continued to stare the new Ghost down before flying up and spinning excitedly. "I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkkeeeee it!" As Mason began to come back down the Ghost flew over and hover just as close of Atticus' face. "Can that be my new nickname? Please! Please! Please! Puh-llllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
That was not the reaction that Atticus had been expecting. "Look, Kiddo," He tried to speak but anything he tried to say was quickly pushed aside by Mason's please, and with the fact that the Ghost didn't need run out of air the please go literally go on forever. He needed to end this quickly.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"We are in the presence,"
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Of new Guardian's, who may I remind you,"
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Were chosen by the Speaker himself,"
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Just like you and I were." His first attempt and it was a complete failure.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Skipping any further failed attempts he went straight for what always worked."Mason!" Atticus said delivering the tone that would usually settle the Ghost down.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
But to no avail this time. He had always refused to yell at Mason and wasn't going to start now in the presence of new company. He decided that
enough was enough and gave in.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
With a sigh he spoke. "Little Light." He muttered, although more akin to a whisper under the please.
"ee-" The please stopped as soon as he uttered the last syllable of 'Light'. "Yes?"
Atticus sighed again and looked around at the group of assembled Guardians. It seemed that during his interaction with Mason the remaining members of the group had arrived and he had missed anything that had gone on. "Did you really have to do that in front of all of these people?" Atticus asked looking back at Mason.
"Hmmm," Mason turned and looked at each member of the group that the Speaker had picked, making a full circle and looking back at Atticus after making the rotation. "Nope," A small giggle escape Mason, the Ghost's eye lighting and dimming as it did so. "I didn't have to but it seemed like it would be funny!" Another little giggle escape the Ghost before it began to fly in a circle around Atticus.
He simply placed a hand on his face and let out a long sigh before looking back at the other Guardians. "Shall we?" He asked motion towards the door as Mason continued to fly around his head.</s>
<|message|>Cecelia
Cecelia overheard the pleading Ghost and giggled. "What's so funny, Princess?" Her smartass Ghost asks, apparently not able to recognize the whining the another ghost. "Uh, hello, Einstein. Are you tuning out the Ghost over there needing some cheese with that whine? Or did you think it was a frequency wave?" Cecelia decided if they were going to be in a large group, may as well get to know some people. She walks to the small cluster of Guardians. "Hello. I'm Cecelia. Anybody else know what exactly we're here to do? All I know is we're checking a spot for a person. No clue about mission completion details. Anyone?"
Einstein, being himself, chimed in "Uh, hello, Princess," mocking Cecelia's previous insult to him. "It's not like the Speaker gives out more info to Guardians who are 'more Guardian-ish' or anything." With a sigh, Cecelia retorts "Will you hush? I'm just trying to make conversation... I'm not good at meeting people, dude. Let me off every once in a while." After a few seonds, in hindsight it was probably calculations, Einstein added "But I do let you off 'every once in a while'. one out of every seven-point-three-seven times, I ignore a chance to add a witty comment." Cecelia, with no good retort, sighs and playfully pushes the Ghost away from her. Einstein let himself float in the pushed direction for about two seconds before swooping back over to Cecelia's side and disappearing to wherever Ghosts disappear to.</s>
<|message|>Evana-4
The ghost that was cowering behind its Guardian suddenly flew up to Echo's face, hovering inches away with excitement. Echo tilted back slightly, not having expected the ghost to gleefully approach him so suddenly. When it became apparent that the young ghost's behavior was directly related to Echo referring to it as 'Little Light', he couldn't help but burst into laughter. His cackled laugh was drowned by the incessant pleas of the younger ghost, making Echo even more amused.
Evana let out a sigh, slightly annoyed at Echo's easily amused self. "Please, Echo, behave yourself." She turned to face the entrance, catching sight of more unfamiliar Guardians approaching. "We are in the presence of comrades."
Echo could barely hear her through the younger ghost's plea. "Ha! Oh, man, if I had tear ducts and hands I'd be wiping my eyes right now."
When the Warlock finally gave in to his ghost's request and the pleading stopped, Echo turned to Evana and gestured toward the pair. "I like this kid. He's…" He turned toward the ghost and hovered over to him, peering at him as if evaluating something, "got spunk," he finished. He returned his attention to Evana, his shiny blue eye staring wide at her. "Can we keep him?"
Evana returned a deadpan expression toward her ghost. "I hardly think that's appropriate." She then gave a weak smile to the Warlock, as if to apologize. When the Titan began to walk further into the Hall of Counsil, Evana gestured toward the meeting room. "Let us go, Echo. It's time to find out what this is all about."
Echo turned to face the other Guardians before catching up to Evana, who had already started making her way to the new room. "Don't you want to meet your teammates?" he asked, glancing behind him at the newly arrived Guardians.
"There will be plenty of time for introduction when the Speaker explains our mission."
An electronic sigh emitted from the ghost. "Alright. But, get to know them, yeh? Promise you'll at least try?"
With slight hesitation, Evana replied, "I make no such promise, Echo. Don't ask so much of me."
The ghost peered down as he hovered over her shoulder, grumbling under his breath. "I don't think that's much to ask for at all.." he mumbled. A defeated sigh escaped him. "Whatever you say, Eve," he said, calling her by her nickname.
They reached the door and entered the room, preparing to be debriefed.</s>
<|message|>Vayen. Lokh.
The guardians now gathered enters the hall of council, upfront by an altar like table stood The Speaker surrounded by the head of each city faction and even representing her queen was Petra.
This oughta be rather major...
There was a complete silence, each of Vayen's heartbeat was all she herself heard by now in wait for The Speaker to say his.
You could hear him inhale, "Branded Flame, you have been summoned here due to a common for all of us and that is, Aaron the Ranger. Aaron was a formidible guardian, with more experience than anyone else... However as told to you already his disappearance remains a mystery and further so now when we have found his ghost seemingly alive sending distress signals.
Aaron was a true scout and the best informant we ever had, bearing the light with him. He was last known to be headed for Venus in search for a Golden age regalia, built by mankind for one purpose only, destroying the Darkness which surrounds us...
Yes, there is such a weapon and we fear that Aaron might have found it when something happened to him forcing him to disappear.
You are to track his ghost down, gather all known intel about Aaron and report back to us of what you have found out about him
if possible retrieve his ghost and hand it to me.
If you happen to run into Aaron, engage him with caution and apprehend him but do not trust him, he could very well have been manipulated by the darkness he has faced... Any questions?"
Vayen shook her head, "Sorry Speaker, you talk but I am having a hard time.finding structure in your information... Are you holding back on us?"
"I have told you what you need to know, however any more practical questions are welcome."
Vayen bit her underlip a bit, very disappointed to hear nothing about nothing, vital for the mission at hand... It sounded like finding a needle in the hay stack, though more with a more sucidal tone about it...
She stood facing them all with a clenched fist, "I see..." she replied awaiting her fellow guardians to step u, hopefully they had, she would not bare to exchange more words than felt necessary to the Speaker.</s>
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<|message|>Cecelia
Hearing all this vague talk of the Guardian-person Aaron, Cecelia starts feeling suspicious, so she speaks up. "Um, Speaker? Sir? I'm also a little confused. Why are we supposed to assume the worst on Aaron's condition? Would it not be quite apparent were we to speak to him? The information you're giving us is very complicated and almost contradictory. I mean, if he's consumed by darkness, why would his ghost send out a distress beacon? And on Earth? If he was supposed to be going to Venus, why wouldn't it be there? And why was a scout sent for something that would have been a lot more suited for a fireteam?"
The more Cecelia speaks, the more worried she becomes, and the more questions come to mind. She stops asking questions because they might become redundant, but a few key things keep bothering her. Engage him? Don't trust him? His ghost signalling for distress on Earth? A weapon to literally drive away the darkness wouldn't be handheld. It would probably have to be in a cargo ship, wouldn't it? And how are they not aware of anything concerning the mission since him starting it. Wouldn't his ghost have been transmitting something? Gah! What have I gotten myself into...?</s>
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<|description|>Cecelia
Race: Awoken
Gender: Female
Age n Age: Been a guardian for almost a year now.
Class: Huntress - Gunslinger primary subclass
Ghost: Smartass, upbeat personality with little regard to when he needs to act serious.
Appearance:
Gear: Full Rogue 4.5 set with Cloak of Ragged Fortune
W.o.C: Handcannons and Sniper Rifles (no preference on elements)
Personality: Cecelia is a thrill seeker. She'll jump into a group of fallen just to see how long it takes to kill them. Her best time on Venus is ten seconds and a few milliseconds. She loves to laugh and crack jokes, though knows when to act serious or formal, and when to just shut up. Unlike her ghost, Einstein (that's what she named her ghost).
Background: Cecelia's been a guardian about as long as she's been awoken. (well, revived technically) She was woken up by Einstein, whose first words were "get enough sleep, princess?" And from then on, as long as she called her ghost Einstein, he called her Princess. She prefers her comfortable Rogue set due to its simplicity. And her cloak has seen as much action as she feels she has. Most of her work has been on Earth and Venus, not venturing too far from either of those places. She'll occasionally tag along with some other Guardians for a strike if it's in the area. That's pretty much the only time she uses a sniper rather than her handcannon-rush tactic.</s>
<|message|>Cecelia
Cecelia looked the ship over. It was very nice, especially a custom job for this one specific mission. The one thing that bothered Cecelia was why can't they take their own jumpships? It makes sense that someone would need to carry it, but someone could put it in their ship. Not Cecelia's though. Hers was far too small. She's modified it to be as fast, light and stable as possible. In that order. It wouldn't take much to bring it down, but it'd have to hit the ship first.
Cecelia giggled at the overly-enthused ghost wanting to go in first, and went inside to look. It was cozy, though still too clunky for her taste. Sitting down in a chair, she responds to her fellow Guardian who spoke of their departure. "I got all I need, so I'll just stay here. Got my weapons, armor, and a seat. Ready to kick butt at a moment's notice." After Cecelia got adjusted, Einstein zips out of nowhere, like ghosts normally do. "Hey, any idea why we all need to cram into one jumper? I figured it may have been to hold the weapon, but one person could do that. It doesn't add up." "Dunno. It's pretty comfy in here, though. Worth they lack of subtlety and speed." Ignoring the blatant fact that if this went down, that the six Guardians would be S.O.L., Cecelia leans back in the chair and awaits her teammates.</s>
<|message|>Evana-4
Echo hovered over to the ships guns, looking them over as a blue light shining out of his core as is scanned over the surface. "This thing can fight through an armada?" He took a few feet back to fully take in the ships exterior. "Well it definitely looks the part." The ship wasn't too big, but it definitely stood out from the other jumpships. He turned to ask Holliday how more about the ship and the added features that she had failed to mention but she had already made her way back to her little corner of the loading dock. In her hands was a tablet of sorts, a silver frame with a light blue holographic screen within. Just after she tapped a few things on the screen, a plethora of information flooded Echo's database. He now had access to the blueprints and could see the inner workings of the ship itself. It was fitted with new tech that Holliday herself designed and had planned to embed into the newest models of jumpships. Some of this tech included a cloaking mechanism, enhanced tracking on weapons, as well as a cleansing circle built into the small infirmary, a technology extracted from the Vex. Echo returned to Evana but was distracted by the joyful and ecstatic shouting of the young ghost belonging to the human Warlock.
"Echo."
Echo slowing turned his attention to his guardian, amused by the other ghost's reaction. "Hmm?"
"Stay here, have a look around. I must grab a few things from the Vault before we take off," Evana instructed, already starting to walk away toward the Vaults.
"Roger, roger," Echo replied, turning to face the ship when he sees the overjoyed ghost rush out and stop just at the entrance of the ship, exclaiming that there was a minifridge on board. "Sweet…" he murmured, floating toward the entrance. Just as he passed the other ghost he asked, "Think you can steer this baby, kid?" half chuckling as he asked. He went inside to check out the interior, going by a fellow guardian who had made herself comfortable in one of the seats. "I bet the fridge is empty," he said to no one in particular.
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It didn't take long for Evana to access her Vault, a virtual storage system that holds all the loose items, weapons, and armor she had acquired over a few years. In all honestly, she didn't need much. It was just a relief to be away from all those guardians. There wasn't too much as she didn't feel the need to have anything other than her MIDA Multi-Tool, though she kept a few others around. Mostly, one of each type she felt she'd ever need. Looking through the list of items she had stored, Evana selected some ammo synthesis, in the event of particularly sticky situations. She grabbed an old sniper rifle she had purchased from Future War Cult a long time ago. Though she hardly used it, she didn't know what exactly she'd be facing. It's always better to be safe than sorry, something she had heard was a common term in the olden days.
As she exited out of the Vault, Evana threw her head back, glaring out at the open sky, the large and broken structure that was the Traveler hovering protectively over the Tower. She let out an softly audible sigh before starting her walk toward the others.</s>
<|message|>Asia
Asia listens to the plans of getting said supplies.she would of gone but she didn't exactly know where she's going and she didn't have any money(or whatever it's called).she still felt shy and didn't want seem like an idiot so she didn't say anything but kinda gave the team mates going a wierd and confused look.</s>
<|message|>Vayen. Lokh.
Vayen had kept silent since she last spoke, only following the rest of the fireteam.
She had wished this request had come from her queen back at the Vestian Outpost, her Vestian ship would even be left behind for the mission, not that she minded their new toy, neither did the ghosts it seemed.
Evana ran off to make sure her supplies was with her, the other guardians seemed to be at their own, inspecting their new ship.
Stepping inside she took her fair look inside, sitting down on the co pilot seat. Spinning her chair to face the back of the ship she sighed and looked up with a mixed expression, inbetween relieved and awkardly pushing her social side, "I, well I guess I will introduce myseld shortly, despite the data we have on each other..." she looked around for response, "My name is Vayen Lokh, I have been around for sometime, not good with the names but I will try to not mess up with you folks... My shy and mute of a ghost is named Saga, though she lacks outer communication functions she will happily listen and talk to you through a holoscreen..." She did not know how to continue, despite Evana being away it felt better doing something than to remain silent, besides these were the people she would now start to work with and probably beyond their current mission seeing as what has so far been invested on them.</s>
<|message|>Cecelia
Einstein was initially confused by the ghost that had floated by, talking about steering the ship. Through the comm on Cecelia's suit, he remarked "Um... I'd prefer to not navigate a ship, like I always do when we're jumping around." Cecelia smiled a little and rolled her eyes. Hearing another guardian introduce herself, Cecelia figured names of sorts would be a little important. "Hey. I'm Cecelia. My ghost, Einstein, can- and always does- call me princess. Just a nickname. My tactic is up close and in-your-face as much as I can. If there's a large baddie, I'll pull out my sniper. I guess I'm a heavy-impact sort of shooter. Though, with enough Light, I can whip out me a golden gun. I knew I wouldn't need to go to the Vault cause I've been using the same sniper and handcannon since I found them on Mars. Too good to pass up, and nothing that's surpassed them while I've been out in the field or at the Tower's gunsmith. Just works for me. My armor probably isn't optimized, but it's comfy and guards me well enough. What sort of fighting style do you use, Miss Lokh?"
Fighting styles and tactics were a primary concern for Cecelia, since hers was pretty versatile. It'd be unwise to have six guardians going up-close-and-personal with no sniper backup in case of a few Hobgoblins or that annoying Vandal with the sniper beam-gun. Always hate those, because they threw the biggest wrenches in Cecelia's tactics execution. Too much evasion while trying to approach. Occasionally, she can hit them with a throwing knife right in the face, but that's a really hard shot to make. No matter what, Cecelia would fill the role most needed. If most of them preferred to rush in, she'd stay back. If a lot of them preferred to use distance, she'd be best to rush in. This looked like a jumpship base more than a ship of its own. It'd be big enough to launch smaller jumpships from it, which would be awesome. Like a mobile hanger. Typing it into a holo-note, Cecelia transmitted it to Einstein to work on some rough draft blueprints. Maybe they could make something after this mission. Or at least start. Either way, this mission takes precedence.</s>
<|message|>Asia
"My name is Asia,uh,I really can't say anything about my combat skills"Asia said softly.She wasn't sure why she spoke up and wondered if she should've just stayed quiet.she looks out the window.</s>
<|message|>Atticus Gage, The Wandering Scholar
"Mason!" It took the Ghost a few moments to tear itself away from whatever it had been looking at before hovering in the open doorway. "I'm going to leave the introductions to you while I run and grab a few things, alright?"
"Ohhh, okay!" The ghost chirped back at him as he turned to leave the hanger, heading back the way they had came. "I'll do just that." The Ghost muttered to itself as it made it's way through the ship to where the others had gathered just in time for the Titan Vayen Lohk to introduce herself and her Ghost Saga. Fascinated by the fact that Saga had no exterior communication functions but instead used a holoscreen to communicate with most others had the curious Ghost slowly hovering closer to Saga and Vayen, and completely forgetting that Mason was suppose to be introducing themselves to the others.
When the Hunter Cecelia introduced herself and her Ghost Einstein had broken
Mason's interest on Saga and quickly brought back the fact that Mason was suppose to be making introduction. "Oh, right!" The Ghost quickly exclaimed as it remembered it's task. "My name is Mason! I'm belong to the Warlock Atticus Gage. He likes long walks on the beach killing Fallen dregs and he absolutely looooooooooooooooooooves ice cream." The Ghost looked around the room, but failed to look behind it where Atticus now stood before whispering. "Strawberry is his favorite!"
"Mason!"
"Eeep!" Startled the Ghost shot up higher into the air with a resound clang of metal against metal as it hit the roof before making a dash to hide under Vayen sitting in the copilot seat. "Don't do that, meanie!"
Atticus sighed and shook his head as Asia took the chance to introduce herself
before looking back out a window. "Well, anyway," He shifted the gear he had in his arms. "I am Atticus Gage, and that would be my Ghost Mason. Don't take anything Mason says to seriously, as my Ghost an be a bit of a child."
"Hey!" Mason shot up from the hiding place under Vayen, but didn't fly to far away just in case it need a quick return to hide. "That is not very nice! I said wonderful things about you!"
Atticus ignored Mason for the moment as he made his way over to Asia, placing some of the gear he had brought with him into the empty seat beside her. "If you're gonna be traveling with us, you may as well look like you know what you're doing. So I've brought you a spare helmet, coat and boots that I've had for some time. It's nothing special, but it won't stain as easily as that white gear your Ghost made you." He removed the shotgun he had slung over his shoulder and placed it with the rest of the gear. "And I didn't have much in the way spare weapons, but this shottie has gotten me out of some tight jams before. Hopefully it'll do the same for you."</s>
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<|message|>Cecelia
Cecelia looked over at the freshly awoken Guardian and felt sympathy, but didn't want to make her feel pitied. "Hey, don't worry about what you think of your skill, Asia. First of all, everyone here was a fresh Guardian at some point, and two: this is no Guardian's first time in life. Ghosts have... awakened our bodies from basically a hibernation. You have talent in you, you just need to... remember what it is. We can tell by that bond on you that you're a Warlock. You don't have anything to live up to. You're a blank slate. Each of us has some standard that either we ourselves have set on us or some entity has forced upon us. You got nothin. You can be whatever you want. Except an agent of Darkness. Then we'd have to kill ya, and nobody wants to do that." With a joking smirk at her last two statements, she completes the smile and nods at the young Warlock.
"Also," Cecelia adds, "if you need another weapon, I can help procure one from an enemy, if you need. I know they have a tendency to go 'POOF' into the darkness after they're killed, but I have taken some weapons from live ones and used them. They don't go 'poof' like the enemies do. Except Vex arms. At any rate, I know this cause Einstein's used that as a challenge of some sort. Each one that I succeeded, I might add." Putting emphasis and a sideways glance at Einstein during the last sentence, Einsteing does the ghost equivalent of rolling his eyes and flashes away. Probably to check out the systems, in case he does have to fly it at some point. "So, What style of fighting do the rest of you do? Cause I can be front-line, in-their-face with my pistol, or I can be ranged support with my sniper. Just tell me which I need to be and I'll be it. Though, if I'm going to be ranged support, I'd prefer to have someone with an auto, scout or pulse rifle with them in case we get rushed. Don't wanna waste sniper rounds on running enemies. Harder for headshots. And my pistol isn't very effective much farther than point-blank-headshot-range. Just sayin."</s>
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<|description|>Evana-4
Race: Exo
Gender: Female
Guardian Age: 5 years
Class: Hunter - Primarily Bladedancer
Ghost: Evana's ghost bears the Intrusion Shell. It's personality contrast that of the calm, collected, mild-mannered Evana, often making snarky and sarcastic remarks and may tend to over-react, though not very often.
Gear: Ghost Angel Set w/ Knucklehead Radar. She wears the Ghost Angel cloak but has attached a Cloak of No Tomorroe to show her association with the Future War Cult faction
W.o.C: Scout Rifle – MIDA Multi-Tool. Evana prefers Scout Rifles over most guns because of it's range and power. They can pack a power hit even at great distances and great for mid-ranged enemies as well.
When the range of her target is far too great, she may switch to an old yet trusty Solar Sniper Rifle, though this change is rare.
Personality: Evana typically keeps to herself, hesitant to make any sort of personal relationship with other Guardians. She'll fight for her objective and the Future War Cult, believing that she needs to strengthen her light in the event of the Darkness's return. Evana is a quick thinker and very patient. She adapts to her environment fairly quick and will take the biggest advantage of her surroundings when in combat. She tries to remain collected, even under immense stress and pressure, one of the reasons why she took to being a long-shot. Despite her outward calm personality, Evana harbors many fears. She fears death, like many, and still bears the scars of the Vandal swords that impaled her years ago. She fears losing those closest to her and would blame herself should the worse happen. Still, she tries to maintain a collected exterior, for her own sake and others.
Background: Among the ruins of the a pre-Golden Age city, a lone exo fought to take back her camp from Fallen hands. She was the last of her comrades, the others having been slain in battle or taken away to be tortured and slaughtered elsewhere. With the blood of her downed companions smeared on the weary exterior of her robotic body, Evana-4 took shelter beneath an old concrete bridge, the river it once loomed over now reduced to a small, steady flowing stream. She could hear her enemies stalking above her. She couldn't run; there was no where to go, especially with her injuries. All she could do was pray they'd move on. An all too familiar chirping could be heard directly above. She took in a deep breath and tilted her head back. The last thing she saw before shutting down were four bright glowing eyes of a Stealth Vandal clinging onto the underside of the bridge.
When she was awoken many, many years later to an ecstatic Ghost, her last memory was of her past life was the feeling of two long blades piercing her metallic body. Her Ghost lead her to the tower, where she met with the Speaker. From there, she was assigned various task, most of which with the purpose of familiarizing herself with her new abilities and responsibilities. She didn't make too many friends, afraid of being unable to save them should situations worsen, though she didn't know this feeling came from being unable to save her companions before her initial death. She did, however, befriend one person; a human Hunter with the Future War Cult. She helped Evana hone her skills as a hunter and asked nothing in return. Still, her new mentor's kindness promoted Evana to associate herself with the Future War Cult and pledged to fight for their cause.
Other: If she ever removes her chest armor then one would see two 4" long silver streaks, 5" apart from one another. They are reminders of her life before she was reborn as a Guardian.</s>
<|message|>Cecelia
Cecelia ran towards the group of gathering Guardians. "Look what you did now, Princess. We're late. Told you we shouldn't have stopped for food" Einstein commented through her helmet's comm as she ran towards the crowd. "Calm your CPU, Einstein. Looks like they're just starting."
Finally reaching the crowd of Guardians, Cecelia takes off her helmet and starts calming down her breaths. She looks around at all the other Guardians summoned for this mission. Like most firing teams she's been in, they were all very diverse. Although, the skill levels seemed to be sparse as well. Hm... This is going to be quite interesting. Wonder what all this hub-ub is about...</s>
<|message|>Vayen. Lokh.
Vayen was suddenly bumbed by a ghost which out of suprise, quickly hid behind the warlocks leg whom had approached the door for the hal. However Vayen kept her mask of plain flat seriousness and composed self.
"No worries ghost." she replied and looked towards the Warlock ahead of her, giving a light nod at him.
Pretty much from there on the rest of the guardians gather with'in the following minute. The appearantly new guardian felt rather uncomfortable with being so fresh and already in a fireteam this big with most of the bunch being atleeeeast relatively experienced to cut it short. "Heyo." Vayen greeted the bunch, projecting her tuff character out, merely hinting a reserved shyness about the way she said it.
Thinking shortly she looked at the kinderguardian, "Don't worry, you will be fine, if they think you fit in with us you most likely do. We were all fresh once."
That is right isn't it, Asia was as fresh as they get, thus also the one with the least known about her...
Though this was an anamoly, it was easy to assume that her freshness is what might also add to the experienced guardians of Branded Flame, she would still not be as effected by their experience as the rest of the bunch. That was always a plus, well mostly atleast.</s>
<|message|>Asia
"Um,thank you"Asia told vayen.her ghost was showing her the names as she was coming to the meeting place."Hey Asia,not only were you a little late but you can't even show a little bit of confidence geeze"her ghost flew up to vayen"please accept my sincere apology for the impolite way that Asia has treated you"her ghost said.
Asia couldn't believe her ghost would try to talk for her.it was embarrassing.she bit her lower lip thinking about how to approach this.</s>
<|message|>Atticus Gage, The Wandering Scholar
Mason peered around Atticus' leg as the Titan the Ghost had ran into spoke. "There," Atticus said looking down at Mason. "No harm done. You just need to watch where you're going." Mason looked up at him, and he had the feeling that the Ghost was about to say something before another of the summoned Guardian's Ghost spoke.
Mason's attention was quickly pulled to the new Guardian and Ghost that had showed up. "What'd you call me?" Mason looked from the new Ghost to Atticus. "What did he just call me?" Once again Mason's view went to the new Ghost and just stared silently for a moment before quickly flying to hover inches from the new Ghost's face. Mason continued to stare the new Ghost down before flying up and spinning excitedly. "I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkkeeeee it!" As Mason began to come back down the Ghost flew over and hover just as close of Atticus' face. "Can that be my new nickname? Please! Please! Please! Puh-llllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
That was not the reaction that Atticus had been expecting. "Look, Kiddo," He tried to speak but anything he tried to say was quickly pushed aside by Mason's please, and with the fact that the Ghost didn't need run out of air the please go literally go on forever. He needed to end this quickly.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"We are in the presence,"
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Of new Guardian's, who may I remind you,"
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Were chosen by the Speaker himself,"
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
"Just like you and I were." His first attempt and it was a complete failure.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
Skipping any further failed attempts he went straight for what always worked."Mason!" Atticus said delivering the tone that would usually settle the Ghost down.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
But to no avail this time. He had always refused to yell at Mason and wasn't going to start now in the presence of new company. He decided that
enough was enough and gave in.
"eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"
With a sigh he spoke. "Little Light." He muttered, although more akin to a whisper under the please.
"ee-" The please stopped as soon as he uttered the last syllable of 'Light'. "Yes?"
Atticus sighed again and looked around at the group of assembled Guardians. It seemed that during his interaction with Mason the remaining members of the group had arrived and he had missed anything that had gone on. "Did you really have to do that in front of all of these people?" Atticus asked looking back at Mason.
"Hmmm," Mason turned and looked at each member of the group that the Speaker had picked, making a full circle and looking back at Atticus after making the rotation. "Nope," A small giggle escape Mason, the Ghost's eye lighting and dimming as it did so. "I didn't have to but it seemed like it would be funny!" Another little giggle escape the Ghost before it began to fly in a circle around Atticus.
He simply placed a hand on his face and let out a long sigh before looking back at the other Guardians. "Shall we?" He asked motion towards the door as Mason continued to fly around his head.</s>
<|message|>Cecelia
Cecelia overheard the pleading Ghost and giggled. "What's so funny, Princess?" Her smartass Ghost asks, apparently not able to recognize the whining the another ghost. "Uh, hello, Einstein. Are you tuning out the Ghost over there needing some cheese with that whine? Or did you think it was a frequency wave?" Cecelia decided if they were going to be in a large group, may as well get to know some people. She walks to the small cluster of Guardians. "Hello. I'm Cecelia. Anybody else know what exactly we're here to do? All I know is we're checking a spot for a person. No clue about mission completion details. Anyone?"
Einstein, being himself, chimed in "Uh, hello, Princess," mocking Cecelia's previous insult to him. "It's not like the Speaker gives out more info to Guardians who are 'more Guardian-ish' or anything." With a sigh, Cecelia retorts "Will you hush? I'm just trying to make conversation... I'm not good at meeting people, dude. Let me off every once in a while." After a few seonds, in hindsight it was probably calculations, Einstein added "But I do let you off 'every once in a while'. one out of every seven-point-three-seven times, I ignore a chance to add a witty comment." Cecelia, with no good retort, sighs and playfully pushes the Ghost away from her. Einstein let himself float in the pushed direction for about two seconds before swooping back over to Cecelia's side and disappearing to wherever Ghosts disappear to.</s>
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<|message|>Evana-4
The ghost that was cowering behind its Guardian suddenly flew up to Echo's face, hovering inches away with excitement. Echo tilted back slightly, not having expected the ghost to gleefully approach him so suddenly. When it became apparent that the young ghost's behavior was directly related to Echo referring to it as 'Little Light', he couldn't help but burst into laughter. His cackled laugh was drowned by the incessant pleas of the younger ghost, making Echo even more amused.
Evana let out a sigh, slightly annoyed at Echo's easily amused self. "Please, Echo, behave yourself." She turned to face the entrance, catching sight of more unfamiliar Guardians approaching. "We are in the presence of comrades."
Echo could barely hear her through the younger ghost's plea. "Ha! Oh, man, if I had tear ducts and hands I'd be wiping my eyes right now."
When the Warlock finally gave in to his ghost's request and the pleading stopped, Echo turned to Evana and gestured toward the pair. "I like this kid. He's…" He turned toward the ghost and hovered over to him, peering at him as if evaluating something, "got spunk," he finished. He returned his attention to Evana, his shiny blue eye staring wide at her. "Can we keep him?"
Evana returned a deadpan expression toward her ghost. "I hardly think that's appropriate." She then gave a weak smile to the Warlock, as if to apologize. When the Titan began to walk further into the Hall of Counsil, Evana gestured toward the meeting room. "Let us go, Echo. It's time to find out what this is all about."
Echo turned to face the other Guardians before catching up to Evana, who had already started making her way to the new room. "Don't you want to meet your teammates?" he asked, glancing behind him at the newly arrived Guardians.
"There will be plenty of time for introduction when the Speaker explains our mission."
An electronic sigh emitted from the ghost. "Alright. But, get to know them, yeh? Promise you'll at least try?"
With slight hesitation, Evana replied, "I make no such promise, Echo. Don't ask so much of me."
The ghost peered down as he hovered over her shoulder, grumbling under his breath. "I don't think that's much to ask for at all.." he mumbled. A defeated sigh escaped him. "Whatever you say, Eve," he said, calling her by her nickname.
They reached the door and entered the room, preparing to be debriefed.</s>
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<|description|>Evana-4
Race: Exo
Gender: Female
Guardian Age: 5 years
Class: Hunter - Primarily Bladedancer
Ghost: Evana's ghost bears the Intrusion Shell. It's personality contrast that of the calm, collected, mild-mannered Evana, often making snarky and sarcastic remarks and may tend to over-react, though not very often.
Gear: Ghost Angel Set w/ Knucklehead Radar. She wears the Ghost Angel cloak but has attached a Cloak of No Tomorroe to show her association with the Future War Cult faction
W.o.C: Scout Rifle – MIDA Multi-Tool. Evana prefers Scout Rifles over most guns because of it's range and power. They can pack a power hit even at great distances and great for mid-ranged enemies as well.
When the range of her target is far too great, she may switch to an old yet trusty Solar Sniper Rifle, though this change is rare.
Personality: Evana typically keeps to herself, hesitant to make any sort of personal relationship with other Guardians. She'll fight for her objective and the Future War Cult, believing that she needs to strengthen her light in the event of the Darkness's return. Evana is a quick thinker and very patient. She adapts to her environment fairly quick and will take the biggest advantage of her surroundings when in combat. She tries to remain collected, even under immense stress and pressure, one of the reasons why she took to being a long-shot. Despite her outward calm personality, Evana harbors many fears. She fears death, like many, and still bears the scars of the Vandal swords that impaled her years ago. She fears losing those closest to her and would blame herself should the worse happen. Still, she tries to maintain a collected exterior, for her own sake and others.
Background: Among the ruins of the a pre-Golden Age city, a lone exo fought to take back her camp from Fallen hands. She was the last of her comrades, the others having been slain in battle or taken away to be tortured and slaughtered elsewhere. With the blood of her downed companions smeared on the weary exterior of her robotic body, Evana-4 took shelter beneath an old concrete bridge, the river it once loomed over now reduced to a small, steady flowing stream. She could hear her enemies stalking above her. She couldn't run; there was no where to go, especially with her injuries. All she could do was pray they'd move on. An all too familiar chirping could be heard directly above. She took in a deep breath and tilted her head back. The last thing she saw before shutting down were four bright glowing eyes of a Stealth Vandal clinging onto the underside of the bridge.
When she was awoken many, many years later to an ecstatic Ghost, her last memory was of her past life was the feeling of two long blades piercing her metallic body. Her Ghost lead her to the tower, where she met with the Speaker. From there, she was assigned various task, most of which with the purpose of familiarizing herself with her new abilities and responsibilities. She didn't make too many friends, afraid of being unable to save them should situations worsen, though she didn't know this feeling came from being unable to save her companions before her initial death. She did, however, befriend one person; a human Hunter with the Future War Cult. She helped Evana hone her skills as a hunter and asked nothing in return. Still, her new mentor's kindness promoted Evana to associate herself with the Future War Cult and pledged to fight for their cause.
Other: If she ever removes her chest armor then one would see two 4" long silver streaks, 5" apart from one another. They are reminders of her life before she was reborn as a Guardian.</s>
<|message|>Prophet-13
Prophet had been waiting with the other five Guardians, though he stood off to the side and remained silent. He had nothing to say, so why should he talk? Though as his fellow comrades and comrades' Ghosts talked he did not shy away, and instead he listened. This was his way of getting to know them, and was his method of trying to ensure that he did not say the wrong thing...once he decided to speak to them, that is. But none of that thought process mattered once the doors opened to let the Guardians in for the meeting, as Prophet focused on listening to and processing the Speaker's words.
After the Speaker was done there were many questions, and as Prophet began to ponder over the absence of information some of those questions were being answered. For some, that only led to more questions...and for others...well, Prophet wasn't concerned. The extra knowledge was nice and would surely be useful, but asking questions wouldn't get the mission done. Something wasn't quite right about this situation...and Prophet couldn't tell what it was.</s>
<|message|>Asia
Asia nodded in thanks to the speaker."well,that seemed semi truthful,but it did seem a little fortune tellerish but I suppose it is what it is"she thought to herself.she did notice that none of the other answers seemed to really answer the questions but maybe that's just the way he spoke.</s>
<|message|>Evana-4
Echo flew into the room ahead of Evana, hovering over the spot where he assumed she would take her position. Evana, knowing what Echo expected, turned her body to the right and stood behind the large table some distance from her ghost, a playful half smile laid upon her face. Her ghost chirped, its center eye rolling before hovering over to its Guardian. Echo was the only sentient being Evana seemed let her guard down for, and the only one she trusted with her emotions, a fact Echo was often unhappy with. If her ghost was the only one she'd ever truly trust, it's surprising she'd ever do well in a large fireteam.
With the Speaker standing before the six poorly acquainted fireteam, Evana took in every detail of the oncoming mission that was given to her. Still, the Speaker's debrief left her with many answers, something she soon found she was not alone. Other Guardians raised their concerns, asking for more details. The other representatives in the room seemed rather unsure themselves, as if this was just as much a debriefing for them as it was for the new fireteam. As the Speaker answered some questions, Echo caught sight of Lakshmi-2 and gave her a friendly beep. As he was doing so, Evana couldn't help but wonder why, even if he was the first to stumble upon information regarding such an important weapon, he was sent alone, given the possibility that it could have been heavily guarded. Nothing that immensely powerful enough that can take on the Darkness would be left alone, would it?
"Speaker," Evana finally spoke, up, though most of her questions were asked and answered, "You must have assumed this weapon would have been under some watchful eye. Even if Aaron's original task was to simply gather more intelligence, there was always the possibility that he would find its true location. Why risk sending a lone Guardian?" she paused, feeling as though her question may be interpreted as an attack to the Speaker's decision to send Aaron to the Ishtar Sink. "In the event that we secure this weapon, how should it be dealt with? If it is found that this thing can corrupt the light within any who wields it, should it be destroyed?"
At some point in her life, Evana realized that she was just a pawn in the grand scheme of things, that the Speaker, no matter how secretive he may be, is currently their only real link to the Traveler; who was she to speak as if she'd know better? "My apologies for berating you with such trivial questions. Regardless of your reasoning now, we'll find Aaron and, if necessary, release him from whatever darkness corrupts his light," a pause, "no matter the cost."
Echo turned toward Evana, surprised. "Eve…" he said softly. To have to take the life of another Guardian was somewhat of a taboo in the Tower. Only in very dire circumstances had that ever occurred; none of which ever ended well for those fighting for the light. Evana knew this, but she was chosen as a vessel of the light and as long as that fact remains, she will fight against anything that threatens her cause, including other Guardians.
"Hush, ghost."
Echo obeyed.
Evana scanned the room, taking a good look at her new teammates for the first time. "Let's just hope we're enough," she said, feigning a friendly smile. Echo wants her to make friends then…well…baby steps. Baby steps.</s>
<|message|>Atticus Gage, The Wandering Scholar
"By all means, Guardian Evana," The Speaker turned to face the latest question, and it was brought to Atticus' attention that the Speaker always seemed to know the name of every Guardian he spoke to. He was curious as to how he could do that simple, yet amazing, trick. "I did allow you to ask questions." He paused for a moment to think over how to answer her before finally speaking. "Tell me, Evana," He began. "Would you risk the lives of multiple Guardians, many of whom may not even know whether their search will yield any results? Or one single Guardian who made the discovery and is willing to continue his search alone? Aaron was willing, and insisted, to travel alone to continue his search. He was as unsure about the discovery of such a weapon as you yourselves are."
He paused for a moment to let her think about his answer before continuing on to answer her other question. "In the event that you do find the weapon you are to immediately contact us here at the Tower. This Council" He motioned towards the others around the table with him. "Will be reconvened to deal with how to deal with the weapon. You six will not touch, or go near, the weapon in case it does have the ability to corrupt a Guardian's light." He looked from each of the Guardians he had gathered before returning to Evana. "You will fall back to a defensive position and protect the area from anyone that tries to take the weapon until a decision has been made on how to deal with it."
The Speaker took interest in Evana's addition of 'no matter the cost', but did not speak otherwise about it. "Now, enough time has been wasted," Behind the Guardians the doors opened once again and the Tower's Shipwright entered into the room. "I was about to inform you about how you will be traveling, but I think I will allow the Tower's Shipwright the opportunity to inform you of your future travels."</s>
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<|message|>Evana-4
Evana nodded at the Speaker's reply, not completely satisfied with the answer but felt she was in no position to question further his decisions. She gave the Speaker a simple nod in understanding. "Of course," she said, after the Speaker finished explaining sending a lone Guardian. Still, though its true the object in question held unknown and possibly lethal powers, no one could have predicted the outcome in the event that someone was to encounter it. But now, in addition to Aaron, six Guardians are being deployed, one of which was as green as they come. It doesn't matter now, she supposed. They have a task set, a search mostly filled with questions and unforeseen circumstances ahead of them. This was her focus now, nothing more, nothing less. This, and protecting the light of her comrades.
Listening to the Speaker explain how they should treat the weapon, should it be found, Echo emitted a little beep. "Noted," he said soft enough for only Evana and anyone fairly close to her to hear. "Do not touch mysterious light-corruption items."
Not long after the Speaker had finished talking, the Shipwright entered the room, her presence announced for her. "Evening, Guardians, Amanda Holliday at your service" she greeted the entirety of the room. "If you'll kindly follow me to the loading dock," she began to say, turning around and gesturing for the newly formed fireteam to follow. Evava gave one last look at the Counsil. "We will return and discover what has come of Aaron as soon as possible," she assured them before walking behind the Shipwright.
"Now, the jumpship you lot will be flying off in was a special request made by the Speaker," the Shipwright began to explain, "It's got all the basic doo-dads you'd find in your own jumpships, so it shouldn't be to unfamiliar. I reworked the blueprint of a Valkyrie model ship to accommodate for 6 bodies." She began to explain its various features, many of which Evana was already aware of as they could be found in her own Aurora Wake jumpship model. The Shipwright explained a few new things, such as additions to the navigation specifically linked to the signals transmitted by Aarons ghost and to the guns of the ship.
As they neared the docking station, the Shipwright continued to ramble, not really aware of whether or not any of the Guardians were really listening. "—so this baby can get you through a Cabal armada in no time. It's loaded with numerous offensive and defensive functions. Even got all three factions of comply and compile some Golden Age tech for this beauty. The Speaker actually—oh, here we are. I had It set up to be ready when we got here." Evana let out a sigh of relief, happy that she didn't have to hear the Shipwright talking any longer. She was getting impatient, ready to start and end this mission.
"Whoa…" she heard Echo beep.
Evana turned her attention to the loading bay and finally noticed the larger than normal jumpship docked nicely for them. It looked bulkier than a normal ship, probably due to the extra space required of 6 guardians. Usually, a Fireteam would take their own personal jumpships to the location of a mission but it seemed this mission required all members to fully cooperate and acquaint with one another, much to Evana's surprise. The ship was a slick black color with some red decals around the artillery.
A light chuckle came from the Shipwright. "Well, don't just gawk at it, take a look inside. The Speaker had me add a small room to act as an infirmary of sorts should you find yourself in need of one. The complete blueprint of the ship, as well as inventory, will be transmitted to your ghost soon enough. Have one of your ghost relay the signature of Aaron's ghost into the ships navigation and it can practically take you close to its last known location."</s>
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<|description|>Evana-4
Race: Exo
Gender: Female
Guardian Age: 5 years
Class: Hunter - Primarily Bladedancer
Ghost: Evana's ghost bears the Intrusion Shell. It's personality contrast that of the calm, collected, mild-mannered Evana, often making snarky and sarcastic remarks and may tend to over-react, though not very often.
Gear: Ghost Angel Set w/ Knucklehead Radar. She wears the Ghost Angel cloak but has attached a Cloak of No Tomorroe to show her association with the Future War Cult faction
W.o.C: Scout Rifle – MIDA Multi-Tool. Evana prefers Scout Rifles over most guns because of it's range and power. They can pack a power hit even at great distances and great for mid-ranged enemies as well.
When the range of her target is far too great, she may switch to an old yet trusty Solar Sniper Rifle, though this change is rare.
Personality: Evana typically keeps to herself, hesitant to make any sort of personal relationship with other Guardians. She'll fight for her objective and the Future War Cult, believing that she needs to strengthen her light in the event of the Darkness's return. Evana is a quick thinker and very patient. She adapts to her environment fairly quick and will take the biggest advantage of her surroundings when in combat. She tries to remain collected, even under immense stress and pressure, one of the reasons why she took to being a long-shot. Despite her outward calm personality, Evana harbors many fears. She fears death, like many, and still bears the scars of the Vandal swords that impaled her years ago. She fears losing those closest to her and would blame herself should the worse happen. Still, she tries to maintain a collected exterior, for her own sake and others.
Background: Among the ruins of the a pre-Golden Age city, a lone exo fought to take back her camp from Fallen hands. She was the last of her comrades, the others having been slain in battle or taken away to be tortured and slaughtered elsewhere. With the blood of her downed companions smeared on the weary exterior of her robotic body, Evana-4 took shelter beneath an old concrete bridge, the river it once loomed over now reduced to a small, steady flowing stream. She could hear her enemies stalking above her. She couldn't run; there was no where to go, especially with her injuries. All she could do was pray they'd move on. An all too familiar chirping could be heard directly above. She took in a deep breath and tilted her head back. The last thing she saw before shutting down were four bright glowing eyes of a Stealth Vandal clinging onto the underside of the bridge.
When she was awoken many, many years later to an ecstatic Ghost, her last memory was of her past life was the feeling of two long blades piercing her metallic body. Her Ghost lead her to the tower, where she met with the Speaker. From there, she was assigned various task, most of which with the purpose of familiarizing herself with her new abilities and responsibilities. She didn't make too many friends, afraid of being unable to save them should situations worsen, though she didn't know this feeling came from being unable to save her companions before her initial death. She did, however, befriend one person; a human Hunter with the Future War Cult. She helped Evana hone her skills as a hunter and asked nothing in return. Still, her new mentor's kindness promoted Evana to associate herself with the Future War Cult and pledged to fight for their cause.
Other: If she ever removes her chest armor then one would see two 4" long silver streaks, 5" apart from one another. They are reminders of her life before she was reborn as a Guardian.</s>
<|message|>Evana-4
Evana nodded at the Speaker's reply, not completely satisfied with the answer but felt she was in no position to question further his decisions. She gave the Speaker a simple nod in understanding. "Of course," she said, after the Speaker finished explaining sending a lone Guardian. Still, though its true the object in question held unknown and possibly lethal powers, no one could have predicted the outcome in the event that someone was to encounter it. But now, in addition to Aaron, six Guardians are being deployed, one of which was as green as they come. It doesn't matter now, she supposed. They have a task set, a search mostly filled with questions and unforeseen circumstances ahead of them. This was her focus now, nothing more, nothing less. This, and protecting the light of her comrades.
Listening to the Speaker explain how they should treat the weapon, should it be found, Echo emitted a little beep. "Noted," he said soft enough for only Evana and anyone fairly close to her to hear. "Do not touch mysterious light-corruption items."
Not long after the Speaker had finished talking, the Shipwright entered the room, her presence announced for her. "Evening, Guardians, Amanda Holliday at your service" she greeted the entirety of the room. "If you'll kindly follow me to the loading dock," she began to say, turning around and gesturing for the newly formed fireteam to follow. Evava gave one last look at the Counsil. "We will return and discover what has come of Aaron as soon as possible," she assured them before walking behind the Shipwright.
"Now, the jumpship you lot will be flying off in was a special request made by the Speaker," the Shipwright began to explain, "It's got all the basic doo-dads you'd find in your own jumpships, so it shouldn't be to unfamiliar. I reworked the blueprint of a Valkyrie model ship to accommodate for 6 bodies." She began to explain its various features, many of which Evana was already aware of as they could be found in her own Aurora Wake jumpship model. The Shipwright explained a few new things, such as additions to the navigation specifically linked to the signals transmitted by Aarons ghost and to the guns of the ship.
As they neared the docking station, the Shipwright continued to ramble, not really aware of whether or not any of the Guardians were really listening. "—so this baby can get you through a Cabal armada in no time. It's loaded with numerous offensive and defensive functions. Even got all three factions of comply and compile some Golden Age tech for this beauty. The Speaker actually—oh, here we are. I had It set up to be ready when we got here." Evana let out a sigh of relief, happy that she didn't have to hear the Shipwright talking any longer. She was getting impatient, ready to start and end this mission.
"Whoa…" she heard Echo beep.
Evana turned her attention to the loading bay and finally noticed the larger than normal jumpship docked nicely for them. It looked bulkier than a normal ship, probably due to the extra space required of 6 guardians. Usually, a Fireteam would take their own personal jumpships to the location of a mission but it seemed this mission required all members to fully cooperate and acquaint with one another, much to Evana's surprise. The ship was a slick black color with some red decals around the artillery.
A light chuckle came from the Shipwright. "Well, don't just gawk at it, take a look inside. The Speaker had me add a small room to act as an infirmary of sorts should you find yourself in need of one. The complete blueprint of the ship, as well as inventory, will be transmitted to your ghost soon enough. Have one of your ghost relay the signature of Aaron's ghost into the ships navigation and it can practically take you close to its last known location."</s>
<|message|>Asia
Asia followed and tried to listen to the shipwright.the ship sounded pretty cool but when the shipwright started to babble on about how great the ship is she kinda tuned out.
"well,this mission seems interesting,first a guardian missing,now something about a weapon that may or may not be able to corrupt our light,ok,something like a light vs dark battle thing going on here.strange that they talk about light like that."Asia thought.
By that time the shipwright was telling everyone about a infermeri.</s>
<|message|>Atticus Gage, The Wandering Scholar
"Oooooooooooooooooooh!" Mason turned to Atticus as the Tower's Shipwright, Amanda Holliday, greeted those gathered in the room. "We get a new ship! Do you think I could get a chance to fly this one?"
Atticus chuckled as he and Mason fell in behind Holliday and the other Guardians as they left the Hall of Council and made their way through the hallways towards the shipyard where their newly acquired ship awaited them. "You'll have to take that up with the others so I'm not making any promises that you can fly it." He could see Mason out of the corner of his eye slowly inching closer and closer to his face as he spoke.
"But If they all say yes, then can I fly it?" Mason was only a few inches away from his face now as they turned at an intersection of hallways, the entire time Holliday was describing the ship and all of the features that would be included in it, but Atticus's attention was focused on Mason as the Ghost continued to inch closer to the side of his face.
"Well," Before the Ghost could reach the side of his face he turned to look at Mason which stopped the Ghost dead in it's tracks as they stared at one another as they continued down the hallways "If they say yes, then I suppose you can fly the ship."
"Yes!" The Ghost excitedly whispered and rested on his shoulder as if it was suddenly to tired to fly. "This gonna be so much fun!"
Atticus couldn't help but agree as he smiled over at Mason. "Yes, I'm sure it i-" Whatever he was about to have said was quickly forgotten at the larger than average ship waiting for them came into view.
"Whoa!" Mason perked up and flew back into the air staring at the ship. "That is one cool looking ship!" Mason said before turning to Atticus, a look of awestruck wonder on his face as he gawked at the sleek black and red ship. Before he could reply a light chuckle from Holliday and the invitation to take a look inside caused Mason to quickly spin back around. "We can WHAT!" Mason turned to look back at Atticus before turning just as quickly to look at the ship. "ME FIRST!" The Ghost yelled at it flew from the back of the group up the walkway and into the ship. It was silent for several moments as Mason explored the ship only to have the Ghost race quickly back to the open door to exclaim, "There's a freakin' minifridge in here!" Before disappearing once again into the ship.
Atticus just slowly shook his head, feeling only slightly embarrassed by his Ghost, although he was sure he would have had the same reaction as well. "Well," He composed himself and looked up to the other Guardians and Ghosts. "We have our objective and our ship. Let's say we gather what supplies we may need and meet back here before we set off. What do you guy's say?" He asked waiting for the others.</s>
<|message|>Cecelia
Cecelia looked the ship over. It was very nice, especially a custom job for this one specific mission. The one thing that bothered Cecelia was why can't they take their own jumpships? It makes sense that someone would need to carry it, but someone could put it in their ship. Not Cecelia's though. Hers was far too small. She's modified it to be as fast, light and stable as possible. In that order. It wouldn't take much to bring it down, but it'd have to hit the ship first.
Cecelia giggled at the overly-enthused ghost wanting to go in first, and went inside to look. It was cozy, though still too clunky for her taste. Sitting down in a chair, she responds to her fellow Guardian who spoke of their departure. "I got all I need, so I'll just stay here. Got my weapons, armor, and a seat. Ready to kick butt at a moment's notice." After Cecelia got adjusted, Einstein zips out of nowhere, like ghosts normally do. "Hey, any idea why we all need to cram into one jumper? I figured it may have been to hold the weapon, but one person could do that. It doesn't add up." "Dunno. It's pretty comfy in here, though. Worth they lack of subtlety and speed." Ignoring the blatant fact that if this went down, that the six Guardians would be S.O.L., Cecelia leans back in the chair and awaits her teammates.</s>
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<|message|>Evana-4
Echo hovered over to the ships guns, looking them over as a blue light shining out of his core as is scanned over the surface. "This thing can fight through an armada?" He took a few feet back to fully take in the ships exterior. "Well it definitely looks the part." The ship wasn't too big, but it definitely stood out from the other jumpships. He turned to ask Holliday how more about the ship and the added features that she had failed to mention but she had already made her way back to her little corner of the loading dock. In her hands was a tablet of sorts, a silver frame with a light blue holographic screen within. Just after she tapped a few things on the screen, a plethora of information flooded Echo's database. He now had access to the blueprints and could see the inner workings of the ship itself. It was fitted with new tech that Holliday herself designed and had planned to embed into the newest models of jumpships. Some of this tech included a cloaking mechanism, enhanced tracking on weapons, as well as a cleansing circle built into the small infirmary, a technology extracted from the Vex. Echo returned to Evana but was distracted by the joyful and ecstatic shouting of the young ghost belonging to the human Warlock.
"Echo."
Echo slowing turned his attention to his guardian, amused by the other ghost's reaction. "Hmm?"
"Stay here, have a look around. I must grab a few things from the Vault before we take off," Evana instructed, already starting to walk away toward the Vaults.
"Roger, roger," Echo replied, turning to face the ship when he sees the overjoyed ghost rush out and stop just at the entrance of the ship, exclaiming that there was a minifridge on board. "Sweet…" he murmured, floating toward the entrance. Just as he passed the other ghost he asked, "Think you can steer this baby, kid?" half chuckling as he asked. He went inside to check out the interior, going by a fellow guardian who had made herself comfortable in one of the seats. "I bet the fridge is empty," he said to no one in particular.
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It didn't take long for Evana to access her Vault, a virtual storage system that holds all the loose items, weapons, and armor she had acquired over a few years. In all honestly, she didn't need much. It was just a relief to be away from all those guardians. There wasn't too much as she didn't feel the need to have anything other than her MIDA Multi-Tool, though she kept a few others around. Mostly, one of each type she felt she'd ever need. Looking through the list of items she had stored, Evana selected some ammo synthesis, in the event of particularly sticky situations. She grabbed an old sniper rifle she had purchased from Future War Cult a long time ago. Though she hardly used it, she didn't know what exactly she'd be facing. It's always better to be safe than sorry, something she had heard was a common term in the olden days.
As she exited out of the Vault, Evana threw her head back, glaring out at the open sky, the large and broken structure that was the Traveler hovering protectively over the Tower. She let out an softly audible sigh before starting her walk toward the others.</s>
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<|description|>Prophet-13
Race: Exo
Gender: Male
Age n Age: 7 years
Class: Titan - Defender
Ghost: I'd rather RP this out, but I do want to call him Sparky.
Appearance: (PICTURE PENDING) He has a quite specific appearance, kinda looks like a black terminator with purple eyes.
Gear: Helm of Saint-14, Mark of the Pit, the chest and legs are Holdfast Types, and arms are Molniya Type.
W.o.C: Deadshot Luna SR1: A scout rifle given by the faction Dead Orbit. This particular gun is equipped with Full Auto functionality, a magazine filled with explosive rounds, and an ACOG scope.
Secondary - The Vestian Dynasty sidearm. Not a lot of upgrades worth mentioning.
Personality: Dutiful and determined, but not so cold or calculating. Often considered stoic, to a point, and has been known to joke around.
Background: Has been working for Dead Orbit for most of his life as a Guardian, and has shown great interest towards the planet Mars. He has always found himself fascinated by the mysterious nature of the synthetic Vex, and he also holds great admiration and respect for the intimidating might of the Cabal legions.</s>
<|message|>Cecelia
A sparrow flies over a hill in the Earth terrain as Cecelia zooms toward the center of the half-dozen Fallen. Throwing a knife at one's face, it quickly falls dead as she pops a cap from her handcannon into the nearest face she found, while tossing her swarm grenade behind her to do some damage. She turned around to the weakened three: two of the "grunts of the litter" as Einstein so eloquently calls them, and one humanoid bug. Well, it has 6 limbs. She dashes in to stab one grunty in the face, whips around to shoot the other's face, and is left with one Fallen.
"Einstein. Music?" The Awoken thrill-seeker requests. "I thought you'd never ask, Princess." And with that, heavy metal instrumental music starts jamming in Cecelia's helmet as she pulls out her knife to face the Fallen. Making it interesting. "Hey, any challenge?" The Awoken smirks from in her helmet as bug-boy roars at her. "Yeah, only stabs to the back." Her helmet responded over the music. "Easy," is all Cecelia said as she rushed in. The Fallen had just charged a shot, but couldn't pull the trigger before before Cecelia knocked it aside, spun until she was back-to-back with it and stabbed in the small of the back. If you can call it that.
Rolling away, the Fallen decides to try it again. They never learn, do they? Cecelia dashes at it, this time tossing her knife up in the air. She punches it in the face before it can shoot, because energy weapons need charge time, flipped over it, catching her blade after landing a little shakily, then getting in two more stabs before it turned to face her again.
With a smirk, Cecelia says "let's dance, partner." She grabbed the arm holding the gun, put it out as if to do the tango, and carved its back with her knife using her knife hand. It finally falling to the floor, Cecelia brags to her Ghost "hey, never said I needed to be behind him to make backstabs. Chalk another one up for me on the challenges, Einstein." The Ghost sighs and agrees, adding one to Cecelia's count. "Way to go, Princess. Find the loopholes." "Hey, that was fair and square. It was a stab to his back."
Einstein bleeped, getting a message, and played it internally, giving Cecelia the gist: "Some 'Aaron the Ranger' is supposedly in Scandenavia and we're chosen to investigate. Speaker's orders." Cecelia sighs. "A fetch mission? Really? This is gonna be boring, but it pays well, so let's go. Meeting at the Tower first." And with that, Cecelia and Einstein headed off to the Tower.</s>
<|message|>Evana-4
The once great cities that graced the Golden Age now lay in ruin after the Darkness arrived. Towers that once reached the heavens now crumbled on the gridlocked streets. Some of the old skyscrapers had been caught by others, leaning against the side of neighboring buildings. Over the years, their structure became weak, as if they could collapse onto the ground at any given second. In the stillness of the day, a Sparrow rides, the Guardian mounted fully aware that the buildings she speeds under could give in and crush her to her death. Evana-4 sped through the streets of old Chicago, her sparrow disturbing the peace and flinging debris into the air. She felt the ground rumble beneath her sparrow. Another great skyscraper had finally succumbed to the Darkness. After a few seconds, she could hear the crash in the distance as the old tower connected with the ground. With how dangerous the cities are, Evana was surprised the Fallen had managed to set up any sort of base here, though at a cost it seemed. As she rode onward to her destination, she had passed many Fallen corpses, their bodies crushed under the weight of concrete and metal from buildings constantly falling apart.
She didn't understand how a place such as this would not have been leveled years ago. Humans of the Golden Age must have been persistent in defending their home. She wished other Guardians had such persistence. This was why she fought for the Future War Cult. She believed that the Earth was worth fighting for; she did not want the lives lost in the protection of this planet to be in vain. Even now, she was fighting for the FWC, tracking a high value target who is trying to set up shop in this desolate city.
"Not much further," the electronic voice chimed, breaking the silence. The little spikey robot—a child of the Traveler—Echo, hovered beside Evana as she rode through the quiet streets. She remained quiet as well, allowing the soothing hum of the Sparrow's booster to fill her ears. Sometimes, Evana's silence made Echo feel ignored, but it was something he had learned to live with. At first, he'd always comment about Evana's apparent lack of hearing but to no avail. He learned to just assume she cares enough to listen to him when he speaks, even when he receives no response. "Okay," he started, "it's just up ahead. In that old factory."
Not long after entering the industrial side of the city, an old manufacturing building came into view. Evana tightened her grip on the boosters, the purple beam emitting from the back of the Sparrow growing wide as it pick up speed. As she neared the building, Evana launched herself off her sparrow and landed with a huff, catching herself before she could lose balance. Her ghost rolled its eye.
"Smooth," he scoffed. "Who're you trying to impress? The Fallen you're about to kill?" Evana shot the little spiked orb an annoyed expression. "Do not mock me, Little Light." She started to walk toward the entrance, her hand reaching for the scout rifle on her back. She stopped for a moment and looked back at her ghost. "It's…harder than you think." She couldn't help the corner of her lip from curling, giving Echo a kindhearted grin. As much as that little thing annoyed her, she enjoys its company and appreciates its insistence of livening up the mood.
As she entered the factory she could see her radar light up with red dots. There was chatter coming from all around as various Fallen turned their attention to the Exo standing in their entryway. "Uhhh…maybe we should've taken a different door…"
Seeing the amount of Dregs and Vandals around her, she smiled, holding up the MIDA-Mult Tool and aiming down the sights. Tack, tack, tack. It didn't take long for her to dispense the Fallen to her left and right. They were weak, practically cannon fodder for her real Target. The Reaver Vandal let out long screech before commanding its subordinates to attack.
"No, it's fine," Evana assured the ghost. "They won't see what's coming." With that, she returned the scout rifle to her back and unleashed the light within her, materializing two long blades as her body began to surge with Arc energy. In a quick spin, she vanished. Cloaked in invisibility, Evana made her way behind her target and pierced its body with her blades. Before the other weaker Fallen could take notice of their newly deceased commander, Evana made quick work of them, jetting through the air in a streak of blue light, the sound of her blades cutting through the bodies of her enemies echoing through the factory.
After diminished the remainder of her light, Evana released the blades, watching them disintegrate before ever touching the ground. "Well, I think the Future War Cult will be a happy to know that we have one less Fallen hideout to worry about. I'll inform Lakshmi-2—oh…"
Evana turned her attention to her ghost. "What is it?"
"It's…it's the Speaker. We're being summoned to the Hall of Council. He's gathered other Guardians. Do you want me to bring them up for you?" the ghost asked, prepared to emit a projection of other Guardians.
"No, we'll meet them soon. Let's not waste any time."
"Heh, someone's an eager beaver." Echo began readying the ships teleport. Evana shot the ghost a look. "Echo, please." He tilted his body forward in a bow. "As you wish, m'lady."
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After arriving at the Tower, Evana wasted no time in getting to the Hall of Council. If the Speaker had requested her, as well as others, it must be for something important. He does not call groups of Guardians often, if at all.
"Wait up!" her ghost called as it flew to her side. After catching up to her, Echo didn't miss a beat. "Five other Fireteam members! Can you believe it?"
She almost couldn't. What reason does the Speaker have in calling forth twice the number of Guardians typically gathered to carrying on a difficult task?
"Maybe…maybe you could make some friends?" the ghost suggested almost questioningly. Evana responded with a short huff. "You know I can't afford to make friends, Echo," she reminded him, her voice low as if she were ashamed.
An apologetic voice came from beside them. Evana, unsure if the voice was indirectly addressing her, turned her attention to a Warlock, a ghost, and a Titan just a few feet from where she stood. It became apparent the ghost belonged to the Warlock and that it had run into the Titan.
Echo let out an amused chuckle. "Eyes up, Little Light," he snickered.</s>
<|message|>Asia
Asia being lead by her ghost walked up towards the group of people.one look told her that this group was way experienced."yeah,sure,i totally fit in here,if they are bringing in a group like this why bring in a newbie like me".she got to the group.she sighed"um,hi yeah don't ask cause I don't know why"she said softly.</s>
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<|message|>Prophet-13
Prophet had just finished talking with the Dead Orbit representative at the Tower and was starting to walk away when his Ghost materialized in front of him, making pinging sounds before alerting him of a transmission from the Speaker. "Feed the transmission through to my helmet, Sparky. Aaand don't play it out loud, like last time, okay?" Commanded Prophet as he held out his hand for Sparky, the Ghost, to hover over. Sparky moved over Prophet's hand, emitting a string of sad yet apologetic notes that sounded very much like some kind of music, and began to play the transmission through Prophet's helmet.
Prophet stayed there for a good while, as he listened to the voice of the Speaker and watched the images of other Guardians appear on his helmet's HUD. Then, once the Speaker was through, he started heading for the meeting place. Sparky flew over Prophet's shoulder and beeped questioningly, to which Prophet simply nodded. Seeing the nod, Sparky buzzed happily and danced around Prophet's head for a moment before trans-matting away to wherever Ghosts go. Prophet let out a slight chuckle before continuing the rather short walk to the meeting place, and arrived to see the guardians whose pictures flashed across his HUD earlier. He eyed each one of them over, as if he was searching for something, with his helmet still on and masking his face.</s>
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<|description|>Prophet-13
Race: Exo
Gender: Male
Age n Age: 7 years
Class: Titan - Defender
Ghost: I'd rather RP this out, but I do want to call him Sparky.
Appearance: (PICTURE PENDING) He has a quite specific appearance, kinda looks like a black terminator with purple eyes.
Gear: Helm of Saint-14, Mark of the Pit, the chest and legs are Holdfast Types, and arms are Molniya Type.
W.o.C: Deadshot Luna SR1: A scout rifle given by the faction Dead Orbit. This particular gun is equipped with Full Auto functionality, a magazine filled with explosive rounds, and an ACOG scope.
Secondary - The Vestian Dynasty sidearm. Not a lot of upgrades worth mentioning.
Personality: Dutiful and determined, but not so cold or calculating. Often considered stoic, to a point, and has been known to joke around.
Background: Has been working for Dead Orbit for most of his life as a Guardian, and has shown great interest towards the planet Mars. He has always found himself fascinated by the mysterious nature of the synthetic Vex, and he also holds great admiration and respect for the intimidating might of the Cabal legions.</s>
<|message|>Cecelia
Cecelia overheard the pleading Ghost and giggled. "What's so funny, Princess?" Her smartass Ghost asks, apparently not able to recognize the whining the another ghost. "Uh, hello, Einstein. Are you tuning out the Ghost over there needing some cheese with that whine? Or did you think it was a frequency wave?" Cecelia decided if they were going to be in a large group, may as well get to know some people. She walks to the small cluster of Guardians. "Hello. I'm Cecelia. Anybody else know what exactly we're here to do? All I know is we're checking a spot for a person. No clue about mission completion details. Anyone?"
Einstein, being himself, chimed in "Uh, hello, Princess," mocking Cecelia's previous insult to him. "It's not like the Speaker gives out more info to Guardians who are 'more Guardian-ish' or anything." With a sigh, Cecelia retorts "Will you hush? I'm just trying to make conversation... I'm not good at meeting people, dude. Let me off every once in a while." After a few seonds, in hindsight it was probably calculations, Einstein added "But I do let you off 'every once in a while'. one out of every seven-point-three-seven times, I ignore a chance to add a witty comment." Cecelia, with no good retort, sighs and playfully pushes the Ghost away from her. Einstein let himself float in the pushed direction for about two seconds before swooping back over to Cecelia's side and disappearing to wherever Ghosts disappear to.</s>
<|message|>Evana-4
The ghost that was cowering behind its Guardian suddenly flew up to Echo's face, hovering inches away with excitement. Echo tilted back slightly, not having expected the ghost to gleefully approach him so suddenly. When it became apparent that the young ghost's behavior was directly related to Echo referring to it as 'Little Light', he couldn't help but burst into laughter. His cackled laugh was drowned by the incessant pleas of the younger ghost, making Echo even more amused.
Evana let out a sigh, slightly annoyed at Echo's easily amused self. "Please, Echo, behave yourself." She turned to face the entrance, catching sight of more unfamiliar Guardians approaching. "We are in the presence of comrades."
Echo could barely hear her through the younger ghost's plea. "Ha! Oh, man, if I had tear ducts and hands I'd be wiping my eyes right now."
When the Warlock finally gave in to his ghost's request and the pleading stopped, Echo turned to Evana and gestured toward the pair. "I like this kid. He's…" He turned toward the ghost and hovered over to him, peering at him as if evaluating something, "got spunk," he finished. He returned his attention to Evana, his shiny blue eye staring wide at her. "Can we keep him?"
Evana returned a deadpan expression toward her ghost. "I hardly think that's appropriate." She then gave a weak smile to the Warlock, as if to apologize. When the Titan began to walk further into the Hall of Counsil, Evana gestured toward the meeting room. "Let us go, Echo. It's time to find out what this is all about."
Echo turned to face the other Guardians before catching up to Evana, who had already started making her way to the new room. "Don't you want to meet your teammates?" he asked, glancing behind him at the newly arrived Guardians.
"There will be plenty of time for introduction when the Speaker explains our mission."
An electronic sigh emitted from the ghost. "Alright. But, get to know them, yeh? Promise you'll at least try?"
With slight hesitation, Evana replied, "I make no such promise, Echo. Don't ask so much of me."
The ghost peered down as he hovered over her shoulder, grumbling under his breath. "I don't think that's much to ask for at all.." he mumbled. A defeated sigh escaped him. "Whatever you say, Eve," he said, calling her by her nickname.
They reached the door and entered the room, preparing to be debriefed.</s>
<|message|>Vayen. Lokh.
The guardians now gathered enters the hall of council, upfront by an altar like table stood The Speaker surrounded by the head of each city faction and even representing her queen was Petra.
This oughta be rather major...
There was a complete silence, each of Vayen's heartbeat was all she herself heard by now in wait for The Speaker to say his.
You could hear him inhale, "Branded Flame, you have been summoned here due to a common for all of us and that is, Aaron the Ranger. Aaron was a formidible guardian, with more experience than anyone else... However as told to you already his disappearance remains a mystery and further so now when we have found his ghost seemingly alive sending distress signals.
Aaron was a true scout and the best informant we ever had, bearing the light with him. He was last known to be headed for Venus in search for a Golden age regalia, built by mankind for one purpose only, destroying the Darkness which surrounds us...
Yes, there is such a weapon and we fear that Aaron might have found it when something happened to him forcing him to disappear.
You are to track his ghost down, gather all known intel about Aaron and report back to us of what you have found out about him
if possible retrieve his ghost and hand it to me.
If you happen to run into Aaron, engage him with caution and apprehend him but do not trust him, he could very well have been manipulated by the darkness he has faced... Any questions?"
Vayen shook her head, "Sorry Speaker, you talk but I am having a hard time.finding structure in your information... Are you holding back on us?"
"I have told you what you need to know, however any more practical questions are welcome."
Vayen bit her underlip a bit, very disappointed to hear nothing about nothing, vital for the mission at hand... It sounded like finding a needle in the hay stack, though more with a more sucidal tone about it...
She stood facing them all with a clenched fist, "I see..." she replied awaiting her fellow guardians to step u, hopefully they had, she would not bare to exchange more words than felt necessary to the Speaker.</s>
<|message|>Cecelia
Hearing all this vague talk of the Guardian-person Aaron, Cecelia starts feeling suspicious, so she speaks up. "Um, Speaker? Sir? I'm also a little confused. Why are we supposed to assume the worst on Aaron's condition? Would it not be quite apparent were we to speak to him? The information you're giving us is very complicated and almost contradictory. I mean, if he's consumed by darkness, why would his ghost send out a distress beacon? And on Earth? If he was supposed to be going to Venus, why wouldn't it be there? And why was a scout sent for something that would have been a lot more suited for a fireteam?"
The more Cecelia speaks, the more worried she becomes, and the more questions come to mind. She stops asking questions because they might become redundant, but a few key things keep bothering her. Engage him? Don't trust him? His ghost signalling for distress on Earth? A weapon to literally drive away the darkness wouldn't be handheld. It would probably have to be in a cargo ship, wouldn't it? And how are they not aware of anything concerning the mission since him starting it. Wouldn't his ghost have been transmitting something? Gah! What have I gotten myself into...?</s>
<|message|>Asia
"Um sir,this seems like a expert mission do you mind telling me why you would choose a newcomer like me for this mission"Asia asked nervously.She could tell that the other members of her team seemed nervous and suspicious.She too could tell that the council was holding back information but she was in no position to question it.She wasn't sure if she could trust this guy but opted not to show it."geez,I'm in way over my head arnt I"she thought.</s>
<|message|>Atticus Gage, The Wandering Scholar
"Ooooooooooh, wow!" Mason marveled as they entered into the Hall of Council. "Now that is a sight!" Mason said turning to look at Atticus. "Don't you think so?"
Atticus couldn't help but marvel along with his ghost. This was the first time he had stepped into the Hall of Council and it was rather intimidating at first. In the entire room the only place to stand was in front of an altar like table upon a raised dais. A row of short windiow near the ceiling let in the light of the setting sun, and depending on the time of day those standing were either blinded by the light or the light bathed those sitting at the table in an ethereal light. For now it was the latter. Sitting in the center of the table was the Speaker, and around the rest of the table sat the Vanguard to his right; Cayde-6, Ikora Rey, and Commander Zavala. The heads of each of the City's factions to his left; Lakshmi-2, Arach Jalaal, and Executor Hideo. At either end of the table sat the remaining members, the cryptarch Master Rahool and the Queen of the Reef's emissary Petra Venj. The sight of all of these people together gave him the impression that he was to be judged, tried, and executed for some crime rather than be sent on a mission for the City.
A soft click coming from Mason dragged him from his thoughts of being judged and he could see the Ghost's eye seeming to focus in on the group at the table. "Are," Another soft click left the Ghost. "Are you taking pictures right now?"
One more click left the Ghost and Mason turned to look at Atticus. "Maybe, I mean it's not like we're gonna get to see something like this to often." Mason looked back at the group at the table. "You think the Speaker will pose for a picture with me?"
"No, I don't!" Atticus said as sternly as he could without laughing at Mason's comment as they neared the center of the room. "Now please just be quiet and let the Speaker talk without any interruption from you."
Mason let out a huff but agreed and remained silent as the Speaker told those gathered more about their mission. From what little intel that they had been given he had gathered that they would be looking for Aaron the Ranger, he had assumed though that they would be looking for a dead man though given the rumors of his death. He was thrown further for another loop at the existence of a weapon designed to combat the Darkness. Vayen had stepped up to speak first for the group, attempting to call out the Speaker on his cryptic way of speaking, but gained no new information. Cecelia was the next to try and get more out of the Speaker, but before he could answer her the newest of the group, Asia, also asked a question of him.
The Speaker waited a moment to gather himself before answering the two. "Aaron's last mission took him to Venus searching for more information on this weapon. He landed at the Ishtar Sink on Venus and we were able to keep track of his position by way of his Ghost. Upon reaching the Ishtar Academy his Ghost went dark." The Speaker looked around at the Guardians, making it look like he was giving himself time to make sure that he wasn't giving away to much. "This was not unusual for the man, he would often do this when he ran into a situation and needed to disappear from the enemy. We here at the city waited. And we waited. And we waited. For months he did not resurface and it was assumed that Aaron's light was lost to us." He returned his attention to Cecelia. "That is until a few days ago when we received a distress beacon coming from here on Earth. We attempted to make contact with the Ghost, but there was no return message from the Ghost or Aaron. Some here believe that the Darkness may be manipulating Aaron, like it has others before, and the Ghost is seeking help before Aaron has a chance to kill the Ghost and keep the intelligence on what happened on Venus a secret."
Atticus felt the need to speak out before the Speaker went on. "Manipulated by the Darkness? Like many believe Dredgen Yor was when he killed those other Guardians, or even like Toland, the Shatter?"
"Yes," The Speaker answered turning to look at Atticus before returning his attention to Cecelia and the rest of her question. "Aaron was sent alone, because he was the first to find the intelligence on the weapon years ago. No other's have yet to find anything on any type of weapon that could combat the Darkness." Feeling he had answered Cecelia's question, although obviously leaving her in a more confused state about the weapon and questioning why she joined this mission, he moved on to answer Asia's question. "You, Guardian," He turned in his chair to face the new Guardian. "Have been chosen to prove yourself and forge your own legend among the Guardians." He gestured towards the other Guardians gathered with her. "Many of those gathered here were a fledgling much like yourself, but over the years they have begun to forge a name for themselves. They were given a chance just like you are now. You may be newly awoken to your role of a Guardian but your Light burns just as brightly as those gathered here, and we see many good things in your future."</s>
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<|message|>Prophet-13
Prophet had been waiting with the other five Guardians, though he stood off to the side and remained silent. He had nothing to say, so why should he talk? Though as his fellow comrades and comrades' Ghosts talked he did not shy away, and instead he listened. This was his way of getting to know them, and was his method of trying to ensure that he did not say the wrong thing...once he decided to speak to them, that is. But none of that thought process mattered once the doors opened to let the Guardians in for the meeting, as Prophet focused on listening to and processing the Speaker's words.
After the Speaker was done there were many questions, and as Prophet began to ponder over the absence of information some of those questions were being answered. For some, that only led to more questions...and for others...well, Prophet wasn't concerned. The extra knowledge was nice and would surely be useful, but asking questions wouldn't get the mission done. Something wasn't quite right about this situation...and Prophet couldn't tell what it was.</s>
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<|description|>Guardian
Age: N/A
Gender: Male
Rank: Bodyguard to Princess Rosella
Basic Appearance
Hair: Hidden by hood
Facial hair: Hidden by mask
Eyes: Hidden by mask
Build: Average
Height: 6 feet exactly
Weight: 100.lbs
Special features: Hidden by clothing and armor
Combat credentials
Combat style: Guardian is a ruthless fighter. He uses any means necessary to kill anything that threatens Princess Rosella. Guardian possesses great skill in the use of his blades, is unnaturally agile, has senses that are far more developed than any other human, is able to improvise impossible solutions to impossible problems, and has survived almost impossible odds.
Abilities
Combat mastery: Although it is unknown when for how he received his training, Guardian has mastered all forms of combat. He could use much more effective weapons in combat, but short swords and daggers are still Guardian's weapon of choice.
Inhuman agility: Not only is he incredibly light for his build, Guardian is incredibly agile for it too. Guardian is as fast as an arrow and thrice as deadly.
Highly developed senses: Guardian's senses of sight, hearing, smell, touch, and possibly taste are more developed than an average human. He is able to hear the movements of hidden assassins, feel their vibrations, smell their intent, and can taste their fear as they realize that they've been discovered.
Imaginative improviser: From running someone through with a stick to crushing someone's neck with a rubber chicken, Guardian has survived some of his most dangerous encounters through improvising.
Gear
Full description/Info:
-- Head: Hood and carved ivory mask
—Shoulders: Iron shoulder pads and an all weather cloak
-- Torso: Iron armor
---- Underclothes: Simple garments
-- Legs: Leather
---- Underclothes: Simple garment
-- Right arm: Leather glove and dagger sheath
-- Left arm: Leather glove and dagger sheath
-- Primary weapon: Short sword
-- Secondary weapon: Dagger
-- Combat items: Daggers and short swords
-- Non-combat items: 2 small healing potions and a small box of bandages stored in the confines of Guardian's satchel.
Short swords -- Guardian carries 2 plain iron swords. They offer no enchantment or fancy design. However, that does not mean that they can't dice opponents like carrots.
Daggers -- Guardian carries 3 plain iron daggers. Much like his short swords, Guardian's daggers are without enchantment or decoration. Also much like his short swords, the daggers can cut through flesh and bone like hot knives through butter.
Bio
Very little is known of the bodyguard of Princess Rosella. But that which is known is known far and wide.
The story begins in The Kingdom of Nilrem, a thriving kingdom ruled by the benevolent King Nestor. Nilrem was one of the most prosperous kingdoms in the world, and with that title came many people wanting the wealth that The Kingdom of Nilrem provided. Many assassination attempts on the lives of every member of the Nilrem royal family were made. All attempts have failed so far, but protection was still needed.
Although he should have been more concerned about his own safety, King Nestor was more worried about his daughter and soul heir to the throne, Princess Rosella. The king sent forth messengers to spread a message to the 4 corners of Nilrem. There was to be a tournament to test the might of those who participated. The winner of this tournament would be granted the prestigious position of Princess Rosella's bodyguard.
Many a strong soul came in hopes of claiming such a role. But only 1 warrior could rise above the rest and claim the prize. That warrior was the masked mute who would come to be known as Guardian.
Since then, Guardian has defended Princess Rosella with his life. He has done battle with countless assassins, defeated things that should have killed him, and has generally done so in a way that has convinced many people he isn't human. But human or not, 1 thing is quite clear. In the 10 years that he has been Princess Rosella's bodyguard, Guardian has become a 2nd father to the 15 year old princess.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Princess Rosella was indeed dancing with the king of a foreign country. But someone else was standing near her. It was a hooded man wearing a carved ivory mask. This man stood at exactly 6 feet. No more, no less. He had 2 short swords strapped to his waist, 2 daggers strapped to his arms, and a 3rd dagger in his right hand. He wore iron armor on his torso and had a pair of leather gloves on his hands. This man was the mute warrior known as Guardian. And right now, he was staring directly at Isaac. His stare was cold and piercing, just like it was described in the stories told about Guardian. If the rumors were true, this was Guardian's way of giving potential threats their only warning to leave before Guardian made them leave.</s>
<|message|>Isaac Calver
Isaac had never really prided himself on being a particularly accomplished spy. His appearance was too unusual, it tended to stick in people's minds, a poor quality in any aspiring participant of espionage. When he had a moment to really consider it, he wasn't that accomplished at anything, being the best tactician or fighter held no interest to him, he preferred simple pleasures.
Business, business, he had to stop getting side tracked with these foolish periods of self-pity that seemed to be growing more common day by day. Back to the princess, who was still dancing with a worryingly guarded expression, as if engaging in combat. He supposed that was what politics was, some sort of wordy battle of wits, it was beyond him by some measure, but he had little else to do for some time but muse on concepts he had very little interest in. His eyes swept the people around the princess, looking for the more alert stare of a bodyguard. He certainly hadn't expected to find one staring right back at him. His eyes immediately darted away, settling on a potted plant.
Was he made? Had he been spotted as a fraud, as a threat? What was the likelihood that the man, he presumed, knew who he was or what he was there for?
No, it was more likely he knew how to recognise the gaze of another with hostile intent, even when the expression was guarded. That was the problem with the blood, it picked at the wits, making it hard to hide one's emotions. He stopped looking at the plant, realising probably too late that it wasn't an ordinary thing to spend so much time looking at it.
"Alright mate, keep calm." He muttered to himself, barely moving his lips as he looked back over at the man. He quickly took in his apparel, decided he wasn't particularly interested in combat right then, and then began to wrack his brain for any information he had dug up prior to this night. Someone who had made him this quickly, provided he had, was someone with considerable skill. Someone like that working on the light side of the law was bound to have a reputation, was there someone like that in the Princess' employ?
There was. He had a stupid name, more like a job title, Guardian or something along those lines. Apparently he was good at killing assassins, just his luck. Well, he hadn't come to assassinate anyone, not tonight, but if he was asked it would be good to test beforehand just how formidable this guard of hers was. He began to move towards the princess, over-exaggerating his intent with some ease due to the natural shakiness of his body. He made his way towards her carefully, often glancing at the guard but mock assured by his own stealth. His right hand crept under his coat, seeking the hilt of the blade hidden by its length, the point at which any good bodyguard would make his move. He was just fifteen feet from the princess…</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian's left hand moved to the short sword on his right side. As his fingers closed around the grip, a roaming pack of debutantes blocked him from view. Once the crowd passed, Guardian was no longer there.
Then, as mysteriously as he disappeared into the crowd, Guardian emerged behind Isaac. In his left hand was 1 of his short swords, 1 of his daggers was still sitting in Guardian's right hand.
A cry went up as Guardian raised his short sword and aimed a strong blow at Isaac's neck in an attempt to decapitate him. As this happened, people began to scream and run from the fighting, other assassins desperate to carry out their attempts leaped at their targets or began fighting bodyguards, and the few guards that were present in the room at the time began to try and restore order.</s>
<|message|>Isaac Calver
Isaac's hand drew the smooth white handkerchief from his pocket with a flourish and he raised it to his face, obscuring a bitter smile.
Unsurprisingly, Guardian had reacted to his all too obvious assassination attempt. Isaac was hesitant to assume that this suggested naivety, not with his reputation, it was more likely he just did not care if he killed an innocent bystander who happened to be blowing his nose, on the off chance that he had instead been drawing a sword. It had taken Guardian some time to flank around Isaac, not by ordinary human standards, but by the standards of Vampire. So, just before the blade plunged towards his neck it was easy to feign tripping, his face turning in mock surprise to watch the glistening blade slide over his head, slicing a single strand of black hair free. Chaos was erupting around him even as he hit the ground and seemingly clumsily rolled over his right shoulder, hoping the lack of any weapon or skill would throw the guard off, for, as he reassured himself, he had no real interest in a confrontation here with no blood.
No blood. Damn the blood, he wouldn't need it anyway.
He rose from his ungainly acrobatics quickly, perhaps the only trait betraying some small skill in his otherwise unimpressive display. He was half turned already towards his aggressor, but now he turned fully, the handkerchief dropping from his hand as he assumed a mock expression of abject terror, he didn't even have to fake the shaking, wondering if it would divert the assassin's attention elsewhere. From the corner of his eye he spotted an assassin diving from an upstairs balcony, down towards where he had last seen the Princess and the lowly King, it would seem he had some competition tonight.
Come on Guardian, your charge is in danger, he thought to himself, smiling inwardly even as he backed away from his would be murderer.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Isaac's display of cowardice may have fooled an ordinary bodyguard, but Guardian wasn't an ordinary bodyguard. He knew a ghoul when he saw one. Even more so when he was announced as Lord Adrian Valdovsk, a noble who was rumored to be an ancient vampire.
"Guardian! Help!". Guardian's head snapped in Rosella's direction as the assassin struggled with the king that Rosella was dancing with. The king's efforts were valiant, but if help didn't arrive soon, then the king would surely be overpowered.
Guardian ran towards Isaac, seemingly with intent to continue his attack. But at the last possible second, Guardian leaped over the ghoul and ran to help Princess Rosella. However, Guardian had left behind a note for Isaac. It floated down from where Guardian had leaped over Issac and landed at the ghoul's feet
Ghoul
If you value what's left of your life, you will return to Lord Adrian and tell him that he will not lay so much as a finger on Princess Rosella.
Guardian</s>
<|message|>Isaac Calver
Isaac watched with trepidation as the bodyguard ran straight towards him, his body shaking in fear.
Dropping the handkerchief had been another amusing Highwayman trick, freeing his hands as they snuck incognito under his jacket, hands resting upon the well-used handles of two flintlock pistols. Jesu, this man seemed to want to die, Isaac thought fervently, watching the man carry out pretty close to ever action he had predicted up until this point. The cry from behind him was telling, the bodyguard was constrained by rules of conduct that Isaac himself was free from. Easy to predict, easy to counter, better to eliminate this obstacle here and now while it was easy.
What he hadn't expected was for the guard to leap high and clear over him, and Isaac couldn't quite believe his luck. With people running every which way it may have been difficult to ensure he could shoot his foe if he had both feet on the ground, but when one is sailing through the air it's fairly difficult to change direction. Isaac had heard people could peg birds with the more accurate muskets being produced every-day. With two flintlocks at this distance against a target as large as a man? Child's play, even with his hands shaking.
He had drawn the moment Guardian's foot touched the ground and prepared to force himself airborne. Even with his moment of surprise Isaac had still turned around and brushed some paper out of the way, both flintlocks levelled and the hammers already dropped. His target still some distance before the ground, maybe six feet away, and the weapons discharged near simultaneously, bucking in his left hand and causing one shot to swing just wide of his intended target. The musket balls sailed through the air with unerring speed, and the shot from his right weapon seemed ready to hit its mark, dead centre through the man's spine as he was close to landing.
The second shot careered off and caught the nobly fighting King clear through the chest, he fell back with surprise on his white face. Isaac smiled.</s>
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<|message|>Guardian
Guardian's strong sense of smell had picked up the scent of gunpowder on Isaac long before the flintlocks were drawn. Guardian's stronger sense of hearing managed to pick up the sound of Isaac drawing his guns. It may be difficult to change direction mid-air, but it was easy for Guardian to turn around quick enough to swat the bullet away with his short sword. The swatted bullet continued traveling at a lethal pace and lodged itself in the throat of the assassin attacking Princess Rosella.
Upon landing, Guardian turned to face Isaac as 10 more guards arrived. 2 of the guards escorted Rosella out of the ballroom while other guards descended upon those who were fighting.</s>
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<|description|>Guardian
Age: N/A
Gender: Male
Rank: Bodyguard to Princess Rosella
Basic Appearance
Hair: Hidden by hood
Facial hair: Hidden by mask
Eyes: Hidden by mask
Build: Average
Height: 6 feet exactly
Weight: 100.lbs
Special features: Hidden by clothing and armor
Combat credentials
Combat style: Guardian is a ruthless fighter. He uses any means necessary to kill anything that threatens Princess Rosella. Guardian possesses great skill in the use of his blades, is unnaturally agile, has senses that are far more developed than any other human, is able to improvise impossible solutions to impossible problems, and has survived almost impossible odds.
Abilities
Combat mastery: Although it is unknown when for how he received his training, Guardian has mastered all forms of combat. He could use much more effective weapons in combat, but short swords and daggers are still Guardian's weapon of choice.
Inhuman agility: Not only is he incredibly light for his build, Guardian is incredibly agile for it too. Guardian is as fast as an arrow and thrice as deadly.
Highly developed senses: Guardian's senses of sight, hearing, smell, touch, and possibly taste are more developed than an average human. He is able to hear the movements of hidden assassins, feel their vibrations, smell their intent, and can taste their fear as they realize that they've been discovered.
Imaginative improviser: From running someone through with a stick to crushing someone's neck with a rubber chicken, Guardian has survived some of his most dangerous encounters through improvising.
Gear
Full description/Info:
-- Head: Hood and carved ivory mask
—Shoulders: Iron shoulder pads and an all weather cloak
-- Torso: Iron armor
---- Underclothes: Simple garments
-- Legs: Leather
---- Underclothes: Simple garment
-- Right arm: Leather glove and dagger sheath
-- Left arm: Leather glove and dagger sheath
-- Primary weapon: Short sword
-- Secondary weapon: Dagger
-- Combat items: Daggers and short swords
-- Non-combat items: 2 small healing potions and a small box of bandages stored in the confines of Guardian's satchel.
Short swords -- Guardian carries 2 plain iron swords. They offer no enchantment or fancy design. However, that does not mean that they can't dice opponents like carrots.
Daggers -- Guardian carries 3 plain iron daggers. Much like his short swords, Guardian's daggers are without enchantment or decoration. Also much like his short swords, the daggers can cut through flesh and bone like hot knives through butter.
Bio
Very little is known of the bodyguard of Princess Rosella. But that which is known is known far and wide.
The story begins in The Kingdom of Nilrem, a thriving kingdom ruled by the benevolent King Nestor. Nilrem was one of the most prosperous kingdoms in the world, and with that title came many people wanting the wealth that The Kingdom of Nilrem provided. Many assassination attempts on the lives of every member of the Nilrem royal family were made. All attempts have failed so far, but protection was still needed.
Although he should have been more concerned about his own safety, King Nestor was more worried about his daughter and soul heir to the throne, Princess Rosella. The king sent forth messengers to spread a message to the 4 corners of Nilrem. There was to be a tournament to test the might of those who participated. The winner of this tournament would be granted the prestigious position of Princess Rosella's bodyguard.
Many a strong soul came in hopes of claiming such a role. But only 1 warrior could rise above the rest and claim the prize. That warrior was the masked mute who would come to be known as Guardian.
Since then, Guardian has defended Princess Rosella with his life. He has done battle with countless assassins, defeated things that should have killed him, and has generally done so in a way that has convinced many people he isn't human. But human or not, 1 thing is quite clear. In the 10 years that he has been Princess Rosella's bodyguard, Guardian has become a 2nd father to the 15 year old princess.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian's left hand moved to the short sword on his right side. As his fingers closed around the grip, a roaming pack of debutantes blocked him from view. Once the crowd passed, Guardian was no longer there.
Then, as mysteriously as he disappeared into the crowd, Guardian emerged behind Isaac. In his left hand was 1 of his short swords, 1 of his daggers was still sitting in Guardian's right hand.
A cry went up as Guardian raised his short sword and aimed a strong blow at Isaac's neck in an attempt to decapitate him. As this happened, people began to scream and run from the fighting, other assassins desperate to carry out their attempts leaped at their targets or began fighting bodyguards, and the few guards that were present in the room at the time began to try and restore order.</s>
<|message|>Isaac Calver
Isaac's hand drew the smooth white handkerchief from his pocket with a flourish and he raised it to his face, obscuring a bitter smile.
Unsurprisingly, Guardian had reacted to his all too obvious assassination attempt. Isaac was hesitant to assume that this suggested naivety, not with his reputation, it was more likely he just did not care if he killed an innocent bystander who happened to be blowing his nose, on the off chance that he had instead been drawing a sword. It had taken Guardian some time to flank around Isaac, not by ordinary human standards, but by the standards of Vampire. So, just before the blade plunged towards his neck it was easy to feign tripping, his face turning in mock surprise to watch the glistening blade slide over his head, slicing a single strand of black hair free. Chaos was erupting around him even as he hit the ground and seemingly clumsily rolled over his right shoulder, hoping the lack of any weapon or skill would throw the guard off, for, as he reassured himself, he had no real interest in a confrontation here with no blood.
No blood. Damn the blood, he wouldn't need it anyway.
He rose from his ungainly acrobatics quickly, perhaps the only trait betraying some small skill in his otherwise unimpressive display. He was half turned already towards his aggressor, but now he turned fully, the handkerchief dropping from his hand as he assumed a mock expression of abject terror, he didn't even have to fake the shaking, wondering if it would divert the assassin's attention elsewhere. From the corner of his eye he spotted an assassin diving from an upstairs balcony, down towards where he had last seen the Princess and the lowly King, it would seem he had some competition tonight.
Come on Guardian, your charge is in danger, he thought to himself, smiling inwardly even as he backed away from his would be murderer.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Isaac's display of cowardice may have fooled an ordinary bodyguard, but Guardian wasn't an ordinary bodyguard. He knew a ghoul when he saw one. Even more so when he was announced as Lord Adrian Valdovsk, a noble who was rumored to be an ancient vampire.
"Guardian! Help!". Guardian's head snapped in Rosella's direction as the assassin struggled with the king that Rosella was dancing with. The king's efforts were valiant, but if help didn't arrive soon, then the king would surely be overpowered.
Guardian ran towards Isaac, seemingly with intent to continue his attack. But at the last possible second, Guardian leaped over the ghoul and ran to help Princess Rosella. However, Guardian had left behind a note for Isaac. It floated down from where Guardian had leaped over Issac and landed at the ghoul's feet
Ghoul
If you value what's left of your life, you will return to Lord Adrian and tell him that he will not lay so much as a finger on Princess Rosella.
Guardian</s>
<|message|>Isaac Calver
Isaac watched with trepidation as the bodyguard ran straight towards him, his body shaking in fear.
Dropping the handkerchief had been another amusing Highwayman trick, freeing his hands as they snuck incognito under his jacket, hands resting upon the well-used handles of two flintlock pistols. Jesu, this man seemed to want to die, Isaac thought fervently, watching the man carry out pretty close to ever action he had predicted up until this point. The cry from behind him was telling, the bodyguard was constrained by rules of conduct that Isaac himself was free from. Easy to predict, easy to counter, better to eliminate this obstacle here and now while it was easy.
What he hadn't expected was for the guard to leap high and clear over him, and Isaac couldn't quite believe his luck. With people running every which way it may have been difficult to ensure he could shoot his foe if he had both feet on the ground, but when one is sailing through the air it's fairly difficult to change direction. Isaac had heard people could peg birds with the more accurate muskets being produced every-day. With two flintlocks at this distance against a target as large as a man? Child's play, even with his hands shaking.
He had drawn the moment Guardian's foot touched the ground and prepared to force himself airborne. Even with his moment of surprise Isaac had still turned around and brushed some paper out of the way, both flintlocks levelled and the hammers already dropped. His target still some distance before the ground, maybe six feet away, and the weapons discharged near simultaneously, bucking in his left hand and causing one shot to swing just wide of his intended target. The musket balls sailed through the air with unerring speed, and the shot from his right weapon seemed ready to hit its mark, dead centre through the man's spine as he was close to landing.
The second shot careered off and caught the nobly fighting King clear through the chest, he fell back with surprise on his white face. Isaac smiled.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Guardian's strong sense of smell had picked up the scent of gunpowder on Isaac long before the flintlocks were drawn. Guardian's stronger sense of hearing managed to pick up the sound of Isaac drawing his guns. It may be difficult to change direction mid-air, but it was easy for Guardian to turn around quick enough to swat the bullet away with his short sword. The swatted bullet continued traveling at a lethal pace and lodged itself in the throat of the assassin attacking Princess Rosella.
Upon landing, Guardian turned to face Isaac as 10 more guards arrived. 2 of the guards escorted Rosella out of the ballroom while other guards descended upon those who were fighting.</s>
<|message|>Isaac Calver
"Well, fuck me." Isaac swore as the smoke cleared, having just witnessed his agile opponent literally bat his shot straight into the assassin attacking his charge. To the Ghoul it all looked completely intentional, and it actually worried him a little.
Usually Isaac would have just dropped his pistols immediately and drawn his sword, striding forward to skewer his foe the moment he hit the ground, ensuring he was finished. However, the Ghoul was so put out by his opponent's apparent superhuman speed and skill that he remained stationary, slowly holstering the spent pistols.
He was ever aware of his opponent's movements as he dropped about six feet away, so it was unlikely he could be caught unawares as his right hand dropped to the hilt of his sword and he considered his options. The screaming all around him as people dropped and assassins were sliced to ribbons by highly trained guards became a niggling irritation as he eyed up his foe.
I really don't want to fight this guy, Isaac thought, weighing up his chances of escaping the bite of one of the bastard's blades if he just legged it out of the building. The confusion would be an ideal cover, but then again after what he had seen thus far he wasn't fighting even an extraordinary man. He was fighting a goddamn pariah of guarding perfection. Fucking Guardian, he hadn't realised how apt that name was until then.
"Fuck it." He muttered, drawing the blade from its sheath with a leathery rasp, holding it at a forty five degree guard position pointed towards his foe. There was an advantage here for him, his sword was longer (way-hey! He inwardly chuckled) and so far this supreme-guard hadn't seen how quick Isaac himself was. He'd get a taste of that now. He advanced quickly on his right foot, his left behind and turned in a classic fencer stance, perhaps betraying his fighting style if Guardian was familiar with it. One swift step brought him within range to strike out at Guardian with a cautious thrust, high and towards the left side of his torso. Isaac was prepared at any moment to abandon his own strike and retreat, as he was taught, but should Guardian not react well Isaac's blade would smoothly pierce through his flesh and cause a grievous wound.</s>
<|message|>Guardian
Being a master in all forms of combat, Guardian knew fencing when he saw it. Compared to other fighting styles, fencing was a delicate wine glass. But even wine glasses could prove fatal in a fight.
Guardian pushed the incoming attack to the left with his short sword and lunged at Isaac. While his short sword was still locked with Isaac's, Guardian attacked with his dagger. The bodyguard swung the blade from left to right, aiming for the neck in an attempt to decapitate the ghoul.</s>
<|message|>Isaac Calver
Isaac expected the parry, and indeed was hoping for it, because as soon as his opponent moved his left arm to deflect the sword strike he exposed Isaac's true target. Isaac twisted his sword-hand so his knuckles were facing leftward, forcing his blade to dart leftward and underneath his opponent's own sword, hopefully cutting a groove into the flesh of his forearm. As he did so he sought to 'fly back' which was in his school of fencing the preferred move after any strike, regardless of success. The intended outcome of all of this was for Isaac to take a step backwards with his sword cutting a line along the outside of his opponent's left forearm and wrist, a painful and potentially disabling attack. Considering Gaurdian had already committed to his parry, as opposed to just stepping back or even darting around the weapon with longer reach, there was a good chance Isaac would have opportunity to draw first blood here.
Regardless, his opponent was likely to reconsider advancing after realising the true intent of Isaac's thrust, but Isaac was stepping back regardless, followed by a quick anti-clockwise circling that put him just off to his opponent's hopefully weakened left side, but only a step away.</s>
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<|message|>Guardian
Suddenly, the entire universe ceases to exist.
The End.</s>
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<|description|>Jerric
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jerric has messy brown hair to match his caramel eyes, along with light freckles on his face. All in all he's a very ordinary looking guy... Until you get to his arms, which are much longer than any normal arms, so long that they reach down to the floor, and are covered in a deep, dark fur.
Hybrid Animal: Sloth
Abilities:
Strength: The Sloths ability to have three times the strength of the rest of its body in one finger multiplies for Jerric. He can hold himself up or hang from something for almost an indefinite amount of time, and if he uses this strength he can almost easily knock over a car. However he's way too lazy to actually use this strength
Speed: While Jerric is not very fast himself, if he actually attempts to move quickly his arms can move at blinding speeds
Swimming: Like a sloth, Jerric can swim extremely quickly for short amounts of time. However, he can not keep this up for long at all
Claws: Jerrics claws are almost half a foot long, and can slice straight through softer objects (the hardest material he can cut is wood)
Weaknesses: Jerric has little want to ever move or do much of anything, and while he can move quickly he prefers not to almost all the time. His body is also almost completely vulnerable to any attack that gets through his claws and strength.
History: Jerric was one of the few hybrids who managed to live his life in society. Thanks to his slightly less extreme animal attributes, he was able to simply hide his arms using an extra large hoodie... One with sleeves long enough to even cover his claws. From the very day he was set loose he was taken in by one of the lab techs from the experiment. Unlike many of the hybrids he was extremely fortunate to simply be able to live a somewhat normal, if not slightly secluded life. He lived as normal of a life as he could, however when the government came to take him back he simply went willingly... Being a sloth, not much really bothers him in life.</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"Let me prove it by explaining myself then." Jerric murmured softly. "I want to keep us all together and peaceful... If I can do that, the hybrids can stay together." Shrugging his giant shoulders, he leaned against the wall of the trailer. "The only way we escape this place and go back to our lives is if we all come together. But your commotion is causing them to realize that something is wrong. It's causing them to realize that maybe they don't want to be there, and the moment they realize that is the moment that the humans become even more suspicious of those of us who actually can make a plan to escape."</s>
<|message|>Kara
Kara listened to the story with rapt attention. Though the exact nature of events was unfamiliar to her, she recognised something of herself in the tone Armis used to talk about her friend. She tilted her head as the other girl paused near the end of her story, feeling she was missing some unspoken part of it. Or perhaps that was just her thinking about her own life and her own people?
"She sounds… nice," she said after a short silence, even as she realised how little those words would mean in a situation like this. Of course Kara had no idea whether the hiking girl was nice or not- Lora hadn't been a nice person at all and Kara had still cared for her. More than Lora seemed to ha- it didn't matter.
She dug her hands into the pouch of her hoodie, feeling pretty out of her depth. She wasn't generally good at talking to people- not in a real way anyway. Sure, she'd learned how to play along with conversations and lead people to think about her in a way that she preferred, but it felt different when she started talking about true things. Less like a fight and more like something that was actually scary.
"Sooo," she drawled eventually, "You wanted to come here?" It felt strangely like losing to change the topic now, but she figured they would have plenty of time to talk as roommates.</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis nodded and swept her arm up in abig dramatic gesture, trying to swiftly change the subject.
"Yes, I wanted to come here for one simple reason."
She paused for effect.
"I wanted to see whether or not we could play basket-ball. I've always wanted to play, I've read several books in it but I've never gotten a chance to actually do it... Also I've, uh..."
She rubs the back of her neck and mumbles out the rest,
"I read it was popular in the city and I thought you might play with me."</s>
<|message|>Kara
Kara blinked in surprise several times before she remembered that she was supposed to reply. She always associated gyms with training strength or speed or fighting techniques, not with games.
"Er… ok I guess?" she mumbled, looking up as she realised how unenthusiastic that sounded.
"I mean, it'd be fun! I've seen people play basketball plenty of times," never joined them, though, was the unspoken addition. They said she was 'too short', but she knew that wasn't the reason she wasn't invited to play with people. When she was younger she'd gotten into fights over things like this, but that had only made people more afraid of her. Eventually she'd learned not to care about it too much, as that very fear was what earned her a measure of respect.
"Get the ball in the hoop, right? I can do that," she finished with a grin, jogging over to the wall to get a ball from a shelf. She bounced it on the floor a couple of times, getting a feel for the weight of it as she balanced lightly on the balls of her feet for greater mobility. She had no idea whether she would be a god shot, but she was fast and strong and had great control over her movements. It should be enough, right?</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis grinned like an idiot. She was about to do one of the things she'd been wanting to since she was little, and it she felt so excited. In all actuality, she was unsure if Kara would even want to play. They had literally just arrived at a secret military base, who would want to play games? But still, it had been well worth the shot of asking.
"Yes, Basketball is a sport played usually by two teams of five players on a rectangular court. The objective is to shoot a ball through a hoop 18 inches in diameter and 10 feet high mounted to a backboard at each end..."
She walked next to Kara, then when she got the ball Armis walked under the goal to be in a position to catch the 'rebound' if Kara missed.
"It can't be that hard, right? Regular humans play all the time, and we're genetically engineered hybrids... Piece of cake."</s>
<|message|>Shadow
"Do you understand what I have heard the driver and my captors talking about? Those tranquilizers aren't that strong sloth. Sure they take me down, but I don't sleep deeply." Shadow straightened his head. "We aren't supposed to get along. That would make it more suspicious wouldn't it sloth man?" He walked towards the back of the trailer. He could only think of the other hybrids that were out there. He saw only five out of possibly ten or even twenty. He wasn't sure what was here, and the reason he didn't want to find out was obvious. If there were other predatory animals, they would probably argue and even fight to the death over territory in this odd complex.</s>
<|message|>Kara
Now that she was up on her feet, Kara started to realise how good it would be to just run around a little. She'd been understandably tense ever since the guards had kicked in the door of where she thought she'd be safe, and she had always been at her best in the physical. If she sat still too long, she just ended up wearing her thoughts into knots leaving her irritable and unfocused. There was a simplicity to just moving her body that had always served her well.
Her lips quirked up at Armis' description of the game. The way she put it, it sounded like some kind of intellectual exercise at best, and a giant pile of snore at worst. She was obviously exited though, and it was infectious even considering where they were and with who.
"Piece of cake," she echoed with a grin. She bounced the ball a few more times, before hurling it in the direction of the hoop. It struck the board above it and ricochet back with enough force to sail over her head on the way back.
"Hehe, oops," Kara chuckled. She went back to retrieve the ball and passed it to Armis. Next time she would reign it in a little.</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis couldn't help but accidentally let out a little snort of laughter. Kara had put a little to much... 'Umph' into the throw.
She caught the ball when Kara threw it at her, careful to make sure that her slightly sharpened claws didn't pop the ball.
"Thanks, and uh... Maybe don't try to hurtle the ball into space next time."
She spoke with a joking grin so Kara would know she was just kidding.
"Alright, my turn."
She tested the weight of the ball, put it in her hands the way she had seen in the books she'd read, Then pulled the ball back and let it fly... Right through the air next to the Hoop. Nonetheless she giggled and turned to walk backwards while going to retrieve the ball.
"I guess we both need some practice."
When Armis got the ball, she carefully picked it up and passed it to Kara, making sure the ball actually made it to the target this time.
"Your turn."</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"Of course it would be suspicious if we all got along, but what you're doing is making them question things." Jerric answered calmly. "I need the humans to believe that we've accepted this place as inescapable and our new home. And for that to happen, no one needs to hold hands and sing kum-bi-ya. I just need us all to play along, and that includes you."</s>
<|message|>Shadow
"And what do I get aside from freedom?" Shadow loved having freedom, but with the bad reputation that was building on and the small bounties being placed on his head by hunters and game wardens he wanted some sort of a deal. Shadow wasn't out to get all humans, just the ones that ruined his young, innocent life. The scientists and the guards. Whether he wanted to live peacefully with other hybrids in the wilderness was still in question for him</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"The ability to get back at those who brought us here." Jerric answered simply. "But only when the time is right. The last thing I want is to jump the gun on this and end up putting everyone in danger all at once."</s>
<|message|>Shadow
Knowing that he had no choice Shadow let out a quick snarl. "Fine." He began to walk towards the sloth man again. "However..." A quick low growl erupted from his throat. "This does not mean we will be comrades after it is over."</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"I like to think of it as not-necessarily-enemies." Jerric answered simply as he took a slight step back, looking up at the larger creature. "So do we have a deal?"</s>
<|message|>Jacky
"Jacky!" the axolotl hybrid responded almost instantly, holding out one pink-skinned hand for a handshake. "There was also another kid living with me, but I didn't really see em much, so I don't know their face. But they're probably here!" he chatted, smiling infectiously at Alex.
(Sorry for late reply)</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
(That's alright.)
Alex smiles, chuckling lightly at the two with her.
Glancing up at the trailer not far away she sighed, then turned back to the boys, "Mind showing me the way inside? I haven't been in a building for quite some time...."
She could wait to see 'Jerric' later......right now....she admitted she was starting to get a little hungry.</s>
<|message|>Jacky
@WhenBooksFly101
"That sounds good, right Armaldo?" Jacky asked, turning his smile towards the armadillo hybrid. "Uh...About counting, I'm not good at teaching, but I can draw on a paper or something and help clear some stuff." he added, directing it towards both the other hybrids.</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
Alex smiled and nodded, "Luckily I know the basics.....1-10.....and some letters.....but mother never got very far with me."
She shrugged, "Somehow I don't see an education helping me any.....so it doesn't matter."
Flicking her tail she turned her gaze to the manor ahead. It seemed huge; with countless rooms and halls to explore. She remembered what kinds of furniture were in a home and wondered curiously just what a person did with such things.....some called them a minor luxury; to own a bed to sleep upon and have running water close at hand.
Sighing she crossed her arms. Would be nice to know what the humans planned with them and what kind of tests they were whipping up......made her want to find a guard and shake him up a bit....get some answers.
But.....Alex knew aggravating the security and the facility's owners like that would only bring her and the other hybrids harm. Violence wasn't the key right now.</s>
<|message|>Shadow
"For now yes." Shadow shooed him away with his paws. "Now let me sleep. I need it." Shadow walked towards the back of the trailer again. He was hoping this talk of being "friends" would end now. He didn't like making these sort of alliances, but he would be out numbered regardless. Shadow knows when he has a choice and when he doesn't. When there are two options, he will consider them and play them out in his own head.</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"I'm glad we've come to an agreement then." Jerric answered with a firm nod before slowly walking out of the trailer with a deep sigh. He was going to have to make sure Shadow kept to his promise, but for the moment the situation was taken care of. His eyes suddenly rested on a new hybrid comic towards the building, a leopard by the looks of it. His characteristic lazy smile grew back on his face as he slowly made his way towards her and Jacky. "A new one eh? Welcome!"</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
Alex blinked and looked up to see a third hybrid walking towards them; long furry arms showing he was undoubtedly a sloth.
Letting out a sigh she shrugged, "Thank you....although I'm not quite sure I feel as welcome in this place as I should be."
Flicking her tail she shrugged, "That feeling comes when someone ties you up and ships you in the back of a truck."
Eventually, a weak smile came to her lips and she crossed her arms, "I'm Alex.....</s>
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<|message|>Jerric
Jerric's smile slowly turned into a frown as he shook his head, sighing. "Tied you up? Really, it's like they don't even listen to me." He muttered as his mood clearly took a darker turn before he quickly smiled once again. "Either way, I'm sorry you don't feel welcome... I'll do my best to change that as soon as I can. I'm Jerric."</s>
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<|description|>Jacky
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Jacky is an Axolotl hybrid, with unusually pink skin, gills on the side of his head, and a long tail. He's smaller than average.
Hybrid Animal:
Abilities: Jacky can breath underwater for however long he wants, but he can also breath aboveground normally. Liquids also roll off his skin very easily.
History: Jacky's memory was fuzzy up until the age of 6, when he vaguely remembered a lively old woman wiping a carpet. "What a mess, you know better than to try to touch the fish!" This old woman was his caretaker, as well as the caretaker of another child. She was a healthy old woman, and could barely be considered old until Jacky was 10. The woman had neglected his education, but was afraid of sending him and the other child to school. So she then used educational programs to try to teach them enough to get a job if they could hide their unusual features. On the day after his birthday (unofficial, his adopted 'Gramma' decided it would be the twentieth of January) his 'Gramma' called him downstairs. Jacky and the other child had to go to a school that she had apparently found, and she told him and the other child to pack their bags, as there was a man outside that would take them there. Jacky finished quickly, throwing most of his belongings into an old bag and walking downstairs. He hugged 'Gramma', and walked out the door, too excited to see the sad look on her face.</s>
<|message|>Jerric
Jerric slowly looked up from the window of the large manor, hearing the the slow rumbling of the un-mistakable sound of car engines. Trucks, to be specific. Soon his suspicions were confirmed as he watched the first vehicle slowly appear through the guarded gates of the entrance to his new home. His new "home" wasnt exactly a home however. It was a gigantic manor, which would have looked welcoming if you ignored the massive wall surrounding it, with hundreds upon hundreds of who-knows-what kind of defense systems set in place. He doubted anyone could get out if they tried, even the most dangerous of the hybrids. It was an entourage of military trucks, each one the size of a semi and fortified to be able to hold a small army... However these were not meant to hold an army. No, they were meant to something even more dangerous: hybrids like himself. They were all arriving on these trucks today, every single one other than the absolutely most dangerous ones. No, those ones were transported here individually so as to reduce risk. He was here early simply because he had been on the very first truck which had come, an hour before. "We need your help son." The general had told him only this morning. "You're the least volatile of almost all the hybrids, and they need someone like them to welcome them, or someone might get hurt. It's for everyones good." Jerric wasn't entirely convinced the man was telling the truth, but he refused to let anyone get hurt, so he promised to be the guide for the new comers... Which meant he needed to get going right now. Slowly, drug his enormous arms along the floor and over to the door, which he opened in his usual sluggish pace before slowly walking outside as the hybrids were all beginning to be loaded off of their trucks, surrounded by armed guards. "Hey everyone!" Jerric shouted as he held up one of his long furry arms, clearly displayed as he was wearing only a simply tank top and shorts. "Welcome to our new home!" It was obvious many of the new comers were jumpy and anxious, especially with all of the guards around. It was his job to calm them, and no one knew calm better than Jerric.</s>
<|message|>Latinost
Latinost
Well he though that he was going to come in a car no a truck ,after all he come peacefully , now the military telled him something about others like him , that was strange because he didnt remember nothing about "others" like him , well now he was getting bored because of that he started to play with his tail a bit strange for him after all he is a reptile hybrid not a dog , after playing a while he arrived the..............Manor?
well he expected a high security underground base like the movies but this , well atleast he could be outside doing wharever he needed to do and as he is of cold blood he needed to be in the sun for an hour everyday.Then a military spoked
-Latinost , order of arrive 2 , Hybrid category , reptile , age 15 , Male and with a Tail of 1 meter,leave the truck
they asked him to leave the truck as he did very fast because none wants to be in a ugly truck if you have a manor in front of you .Then he see someone which looked 2 years older than him , then the military spoked again .
-This is Jerric he will be your guide.
Aproaching to him Latinost decided to say him hello
-Ok,Hi Jerric i guess you are my guide so i am going to follow you,my name is Latinost a pleasure@Puffhead</s>
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<|message|>Jacky
Jacky looked with interest at the boy that had welcomed him. "I'm Jacky!" He said happily, focusing his attention on the other two hybrids as he made his fins stick straight out. He was excited, showed by the soft hits of his tail against the carpet.</s>
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<|description|>Jacky
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Jacky is an Axolotl hybrid, with unusually pink skin, gills on the side of his head, and a long tail. He's smaller than average.
Hybrid Animal:
Abilities: Jacky can breath underwater for however long he wants, but he can also breath aboveground normally. Liquids also roll off his skin very easily.
History: Jacky's memory was fuzzy up until the age of 6, when he vaguely remembered a lively old woman wiping a carpet. "What a mess, you know better than to try to touch the fish!" This old woman was his caretaker, as well as the caretaker of another child. She was a healthy old woman, and could barely be considered old until Jacky was 10. The woman had neglected his education, but was afraid of sending him and the other child to school. So she then used educational programs to try to teach them enough to get a job if they could hide their unusual features. On the day after his birthday (unofficial, his adopted 'Gramma' decided it would be the twentieth of January) his 'Gramma' called him downstairs. Jacky and the other child had to go to a school that she had apparently found, and she told him and the other child to pack their bags, as there was a man outside that would take them there. Jacky finished quickly, throwing most of his belongings into an old bag and walking downstairs. He hugged 'Gramma', and walked out the door, too excited to see the sad look on her face.</s>
<|message|>Jerric
For the entire time the wolf-man stared at Jerric, he didn't move a single muscle, seemingly fearlessly staring down the creature. Fearless was not, however, what. Jerric was feeling as the creature gripped his shoulders so tightly he almost felt they were going to burst out of socket. No he was beyond terrified, every part of his brain, both animal and human, screaming at him to run and run fast, to get the hell away from this killing machine in front of him. Jerrics human side of the brain won out over the animal, convincing him to stand his ground and show no fear in the face of the wolf because he understood that if he did , it would mean his death and a downfall for the small amount of peace he had been able to create. Once the creature released him and slowly walked back towards its dark abode he slowly closed his eyes, every single muscle in his body more tense than he could possibly imagine. He had survived, at least for now . "Let him stay in the trailer for now." He called out, though his voice cracked slightly from the fear still gripping his spine. "I'll go take care of the others." And with that he began to slowly shamble off back towards the manor . What was he supposed to do with Shadow? A creature like that would be difficult a best to reason with.</s>
<|message|>Jacky
Jacky looked out the open door and saw the sloth guy coming back. What was his name? Jerric? Maybe he could walk next to him. He seemed one of the friendliest out of everyone in the group. Jacky got up, his tail swishing behind him as he went to meet Jerric by the door.</s>
<|message|>Jerric
Jerric spotted the newcomer and gave a weak smile, hoping that his shaken up expressions weren't too obvious. "Hey there!" He greeted cheerfully, absently running his claws through his ruffled hair. "Is everyone ready for the tour do you think?"</s>
<|message|>His birth name is Reynard Cairo but everyone calls him Fox
After the truck carrying shadow drove away a few minutes afterwards a new truck was driving up. It had two military grade jeeps driving in front and behind the truck and the truck itself seemed unique. It looked like someone had put the frame of the back of the truck and put it on top of the cover of it. The truck and the jeeps pulled in. Guards dressed in heavy, military grade, armor painted black with M16 on hand got out of the cars and headed over to the truck prepping it to be opened. One of them walked over handing a clipboard to Jerric that read:
Name: Reynard Cairo, AKA Fox
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Weight: 183 lb
Height: 6 foot 2
Threat level: Highly dangerous
The guard quickly fell back into position and the door to the truck opened. It was now clear why the truck looked so funny, they basically to a armored truck and flipped it inside out. What didn't make much sense was the man coming out of the truck.
He still had his normal clothes on but they chained him like they would do to a criminal. He had metal cuffs with a metal bar about a foot long attaching the cuffs together. Then there was a chain attach to the bar which was also attached to the cuffs around his feet which only allowed him to walk. This setup also made it it impossible for him to lift his arms above his belly. His ears and tail were showing but he didn't give the slightest sign of danger, beside looking like he's pissed off, but you could tell the guards were very nervous, if not anxious.
He to a step off the truck and 7 of the guards, with there guns ready, surrounded him from all sides but the front. The one in the back shoved him forward and he stumbled forward and then continue walking. They led him up to Jerric so that he could introduce himself. When he reached jarric he just starred at him with his cold red eyes waiting for him to say something.</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis watched the altercation between the sloth hybrid and the wolf hybrid secretly. She had said nothing and no one had noticed her, so she was able to slip away easily. She wondered why the big creature was so angry. Usually in books, angry characters had a reason to be angry, but she couldn't see a reason for him to be angry here.
When he left Armis slipped away and followed him to the trailer, curious about him. She approached the trailer on all fours, skittering along the ground. When she approached it she got to all fours. And walked up, knocking on the wall as she approached the door, figuring that a wolf hybrid could hear her coming a mile away anyway.
"Heloooo. Anybody back here?"</s>
<|message|>Jerric
Jerric slowly turned around and sighed as he heard another new comer. "We'll never start this tour will we ?" He murmured sadly as he watched the truck pull to a stop. It was a less enhanced truck than the one Shadow had come in but it was definitely a cut above the rest of the trucks. However once the truck actually revealed its inhabitant, Jerric rolled his eyes. "Really? Don't you think this is a bit overkill?" He growled in disappointment. "You didn't put any of this on shadow , how much are you worried about this man? Take them off!"</s>
<|message|>Shadow
It seemed to stay quiet for a few moments, the guards were ready to close the reinforced steel and lock it shut, but a lizard woman stopped the from doing so. "HOLD THE PERIMETER! Don't provoke him! Good luck lizard girl!" The guards kept their distance but made sure their weapons were trained at some point in the dark trailer. Shadow's head spun around and only his orange eyes remained visible. A quick snarl signaled a warning to whatever was in his path. "What do you want..." He sniffed the air. "...Lizard?"</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis waved off the guards and muttered,"I'm not going to provoke him... In fact the guns probably aren't helping you."
Then she tuned on them and approached the trailer looking inside, quickly spotting the wolf hybrid in the dark with her 'night vision' she stopped at the entrance, not wanting to encroach on his space, she'd read that wolves hate that.
"I just want to ask you something. It won't take long I promise. The. You can go back to your brooding or... Whatever it is you were going to do in here."
She spoke respectfully and quickly, not afraid and staring at his jaw, not his eyes...
Wait was that dogs or wolves?
She shook her head, clearing her thoughts, "Anyway, may I come in?"</s>
<|message|>His birth name is Reynard Cairo but everyone calls him Fox
"Allow me" Fox said as he took the keys to the cuffs out of his pocket with his tail and began unlocking the cuffs. The guard in the back eyes widen and check where he placed the keys and sure enough they were gone. The guards seemed to flinch every time a cuff fell to the ground. He rubbed his wrist where the cuffs had been. He turned to one of the guards and said "Man though cuffs were really tight, think you could put them on looser next time?" The guard gave a very nervous laugh and said "like hell". He returned the keys to the guard behind him with his tail.
He turned to Jerric, with his expression turning grim and said "Lets get something straight, don't plan on killing anyone, I plan on staying here peacefully, but if anyone has the nerve to attack me, let it be guard or hybrid, I will put them down." His expression turned back to normal and said in a much happier tone "So what's this about a tour?"</s>
<|message|>Jerric
Jerric listened to what the fox was saying carefully before cracking his signature, lazy smile. This man was a man he could relate to, and could quite possibly be an ally for Jerrics goal. He would keep that in mind. "I think you'll be getting along splendidly here then. We're about to have a lovely tour of our new home, would you like to join?"</s>
<|message|>Shadow
Shadow stared at the lizard woman for a long time. He sniffed in her direction a little bit before looking her over. He went on in a low and intimidating tone. "This question better be important. If its a waste of my time, you are gonna be a snack." To think that someone had actually had the nerve to approach him. The individual seemed to be speaking quickly, without hesitation. His threat probably didn't help an awful lot. She might be hesitant or in a rush, and this could cause trouble for her.</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis quickly climbed into the trailer and placed herself a few feet away from the hybrid. She calmly leaned against the wall of the trailer and prepared herself for the backlash of what she was about to do.
"Why are you so afraid?"</s>
<|message|>His birth name is Reynard Cairo but everyone calls him Fox
"No because I totally have something better to do in this unknown remote place." Fox said rolling his eyes sarcastically. After say saying that he doesn't plan on killing anyone to Jerric the guards seemed to rather put there weapons down that keep them in hand. They also seemed to relax a little knowing that has long as they don't threaten him they get to live. "So how recent did you get here, I mean you obviously know your way around since your giving us the tour?" He asked putting his hands behind his head as if his head was resting on them.</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"I've been here a day." He answered with a yawn, shrugging slightly as he gestured to Jacky. "The others only got here a bit before you. They sent me first because... Ya' know, I'm not gonna be killing someone anytime soon." He slowly turned around and with that began to head towards the house. "So come on. People are waiting."@joeycbee</s>
<|message|>Latinost
I am ready -say Latinost
-and i dont want to be waiting for long if you dont mind .
Waiting this long was boring for himself and he had other things to do like , well nothing .</s>
<|message|>Aiden
"Heck yeah we're waiting" Aiden said arms crossed, "when are we gonna have a meal too, man?" Aiden had been standing outside of the manor's doorway for some time. He had been observing the whole ordeal with the lizard hybrid and was pondering for a while about "it". God, I guess some of these hybrid weren't supposed to look so friendly.
He then noticed his feathers were standing up around his skin. It tends to happen when he senses danger or a threat -- sort of like goose bumps. He scoffed at the realization of his own fear and smoothed his feathers down. Yeah, right. If that thing even took a step towards, I'd be 10 feet in air by now. Bigger they are...right? He then turned and walked back into the manor hoping for the tour to begin.</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"Alright then!" Jerric called out to setup e as he shambled into the manor , using his wide arms to gesture to the crowd. "Everyone? I want you all to follow me, and no one get lost until the tours over. The you have my full permission to explore alright?"</s>
<|message|>Shadow
Shadows eyes narrowed at the lizard woman and he began his slow and calm walk towards the woman. That same low growl bellowed as before. It was surely a sound that sent shivers through anyone's skin. "I don't have fear. I strike it into others." He continued to walk towards the lizard. "I prefer not to waste my time out there, because there are some hybrids that smell like an amazing meal." Shadow was close enough to her to grab her shoulders, just as he did to Jerric. He slowly and gently turned her around, gripping the lizard woman's shoulders lightly. He pointed to the armed guards before them. "Do you see those men out there?" He dropped his head and chest to level his height with hers. "They will treat us like animals. Like prisoners. Like the freaks we are. His voice got quieter as he spoke to her. "They are here to ensure that we can't do damage to the public. To ensure that we can't hurt another human being." His paws gripped tighter as he spoke. "They could care less about you and the others." He let his tight, strong grip go and walked towards the back of the trailer. "You see I don't have fear. I don't fear death himself." He let one of his sharp claws scratch the steel wall of the trailer, making that horrific screeching sound. He stopped suddenly and turned quickly. "Now leave my presence before I get hungry!"</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis let him go through the exact same sharade he went through with the sloth. She listened to his rant bearing the slight pain through her armor quietly and without comment. When he turned and told her to leave she looked at him and said in a clear voice," I think you're lying."
She adjusted herself on the wall so she was facing him.
"I think you're lying because you were here when you were young. You're older than me, so you might actually remember it... It terrifies you to be back here... That's why you're acting so tough."
She walked up to him and gingerly placed a hand in his face, absentmindedly hoping she would get it back.
"You don't have to be afraid."
With that she turned and walked to the edge of the trailer, and when she got to the edge she stopped to add one last thing.
"And if you don't want them to treat you like an animal,"
She looked him directly in the eyes.
"Don't act like one"
With that she left the trailer, and headed back to the building, sincerely hoping that he would follow her...
That's how it went in the books, right?</s>
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<|message|>Jacky
Jacky ran up ahead to stand next to Jerric, something he did on those rare walks with his 'Gramma' in the forest. He wasn't used to walking with a big group, just to walking next to either 'Gramma' or the other child he lived with. At least this time he didn't have to wear a scratchy hat.</s>
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<|description|>Jacky
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Jacky is an Axolotl hybrid, with unusually pink skin, gills on the side of his head, and a long tail. He's smaller than average.
Hybrid Animal:
Abilities: Jacky can breath underwater for however long he wants, but he can also breath aboveground normally. Liquids also roll off his skin very easily.
History: Jacky's memory was fuzzy up until the age of 6, when he vaguely remembered a lively old woman wiping a carpet. "What a mess, you know better than to try to touch the fish!" This old woman was his caretaker, as well as the caretaker of another child. She was a healthy old woman, and could barely be considered old until Jacky was 10. The woman had neglected his education, but was afraid of sending him and the other child to school. So she then used educational programs to try to teach them enough to get a job if they could hide their unusual features. On the day after his birthday (unofficial, his adopted 'Gramma' decided it would be the twentieth of January) his 'Gramma' called him downstairs. Jacky and the other child had to go to a school that she had apparently found, and she told him and the other child to pack their bags, as there was a man outside that would take them there. Jacky finished quickly, throwing most of his belongings into an old bag and walking downstairs. He hugged 'Gramma', and walked out the door, too excited to see the sad look on her face.</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Dante looked over at the... Wolverine hybrid? When she asked if Armis had 'really been over theres he assumed that she meant to go see the wolf hybrid. She smiled and nodded before replying.
"Yes. He's just a lot of bark and... Less willingness to bite. As long as you treat him with the right amount of respect. That's just how wolves are."
She paused a moment.
"Also... I don't think he wants to hurt us. The hybrids I mean. The humans, sure."
She gives you a smile and holds out her hand.
"Anyway, I'm Armis. Who are you?"</s>
<|message|>Armaldo
Armaldo considered this as he pushed his glasses up and walked towards the human thing with ears and a tail, Armaldo thought he remembered seeing an animal that looked like him, a small ground creature. Apparantly The ones with "Breasts" were usually dangerous and in addition they were called "Girls", it seemed true enough so far as the Cat-human left tearing up the ground as she did so. He carefully approached the human-thing with the ears and tails, it seemed both knowledge about and seemed to be heading towards food. "Hello, what are you? And what is the word for those that are not Girls?" he asked seeking more information and hoping the creature would lead him to food. There was also a bird thing, "Oh and what are you?" he inquired again seeking to gain as much knowledge as possible
@SayZun</s>
<|message|>Aiden
Aiden turned as the little armadillo hybrid asked a question. Lowering to his knees until he was close to eye level, Aiden started to comb through his hair and spoke in a low voice. "You look tasty." he said in low, whispering voice. He then chuckled and play punched the armadillo's arm, "Just kidding, I'm a vegetarian hawk." He said scratching his neck.
He got up from his kneeling position and looked towards the main crowd receiving the tour. "I dunno, but that wolverine girl is pretty attractive." he said with a cocky smirk.</s>
<|message|>Kara
Kara tilted her head in consideration as she mulled over Armis' words. While Kara wasn't sure she actually knew what she was doing, she didn't seem to be suicidal or looking for trouble, and that was good enough for her.
"I'm Kara," she said finally, shaking the hand that was offered.
"And I'm not sure if it works like that, the wolf thing I mean. We're not animals, right, not really? And with people the ones that feel like they are owed respect are often willing to fuck you up over stupid things." She wasn't clever like some people, but she knew about dangerous people.
She looked Armis over for a while, unsure whether it was impolite to stare when the other looked this... fascinating.
"Um... I don't want to be rude or anything, but what kind of... person are you?" she asked as careful as she knew how. "I mean, I've never really left the city, so I just know about cats and dogs and rats and pigeons and shit, but you're... not that," she finished lamely.</s>
<|message|>His birth name is Reynard Cairo but everyone calls him Fox
Fox looked at him like he was insane mainly because of the very odd question. "Where did you grow up, in a cave?" He said a bit sarcastically. He then notice that the Hybrid was dead serious and then seriously considered if he did grow up in a cave, or at least in the wild. "Well for starters I'm a hybrid. As for the people that aren't called girls, are men. Though most people have a name and prefer to be called by it. My name is Fox." He said hoping it wasn't to much information for him. He would hate for him to misinterpret something and make a fool of himself or worse, get himself killed.</s>
<|message|>Jerric
To those who hadnt left the tour yet, didn't get anything extremely exciting. Jerric showed them the bedrooms (seperated into both male and female), the lounge, game room, attic, basement, gym, music room... Honestly the manor was set up exactly like a boarding school , only with reinforced walls doors and everything else.
"The rooms can have three people each In them. It's up to you whether you want room mates or to have a room to yourself." Jerric explained as they finally reached their last destination . "Here we are! The kitchen. You'll have to cook anything you want yourself , but we have pretty much anything you'd want. Something for all the animals. Understand?"</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis giggled at Kara's timidity with her question.
"Nice to meet you Kara. And you're not rude, I'm always willing to share knowledge. I'm a hybrid of what's commonly known as an Armadillo Lizard, or an Ouroborus cataphractus. As for the wolf hybrid... He's an interesting character."
She paused.
"What about you? You look more human than animal, but I'm guessing Wolverine or Badger"</s>
<|message|>Kara
Kara nodded along with her explanation, not really wanting to admit that she didn't really know what either of those were. Perhaps she should have gone to a museum sometime, or spent more time learning about animals and shit. She'd never expected she would actually need information like that, however, and here she was.
"I'm, uh, not really sure," she had to admit, scratching sheepishly at her ear. "I've never met anything that smells like me, and I figured I don't look like anything enough to look at pictures." She shrugged. It wouldn't matter anyway, right? She was what she was, and knowing the name didn't change that.
"Wolverine or badger, eh?" she said, breaking out in a grin. "Which one is more badass? I'll go with the badass one, it doesn't really matter , right?"
"I'm strong, and like you said I look human. People don't really care if you've got secrets if you're usefull." She was only listening with half an ear to Jerrics explanation of the rooms they went past, but she figured she got the gist of it. Armis was far more interesting than stupid prison rooms anyway.
"How did you do it anyway? I'm guessing a hoodie wasn't enough for you to walk around, right?"</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis looked around the kitchen and it suddenly realized she was actually really hungry.
"That's actually a long story. Would you care to talk about it over some food?"
She began up walk towards one of the cabinets to see what was on the inside. As she did she spoke over her shoulder.
"And as for the badger, wolverine question, they both have their benefits and downfalls. Badgers are smaller and weaker than Wolverines but they can build underground homes that keep them safe from what they can't attack. They also live in groups. Wolverines are larger and much stinger than badgers, but they can't build homes for themselves and they are very solitary creatures."</s>
<|message|>Armaldo
Armaldo flinched away when the bird-human ran it's fingers through his hair backing away from the strange thing. It was a vegetarian? Armaldo wasn't sure what that meant but since it left him alone it meant he probably didn't eat meat things, so it was like him. Then he turned to the other animal thing, it had a name, it was Fox. So those without "Breasts" were men and things had names that they liked to be called by. Good information. He took a deep sniff and memorized how both of them smelled. Then he followed the tour with interest, so many things to see. When they finally ended up in the kitchen he asked the long-arm thing that knew things, "What are you? And what Gun-mens want us to do? Oh, and where berries? Hungry." Armaldo asked firing off questions rapid fire and looking closely at the long-arm thing with his milky eyes hidden behind his seeing things and smelling to make he would remember who the long-arm thing was.</s>
<|message|>Jacky
Jacky nodded, becoming less excited now that the euphoria had worn off. He didn't plan to stay alone, but there was a certain air of awkwardness in the room, making it seem as if interaction or friendship was at the bottom of everyone's list of priorities. He also packed snacks. Was that contraband? He hoped not. He liked snacks.</s>
<|message|>Shadow
"Shadow! I'm coming in!" The man with the clipboard took his knife and pistol and set it down. "Close the door guys, turn those lights on." The man walked in and quickly the door behind him was lifted and shut. Before it was shut, he begged the door stay closed, no matter what. Bright lights filled the inside of the trailer. Shadow was already facing the man and he squinted for a second at the light that had filled the trailer. "Look, I know this must be hard for you, I know that you probably want to kill everyone here, and I-" With a quick second and a swift motion, the man was choking and his feet were off the ground. His back slammed into the reinforced steel wall and an indent of his back was made. Outside of the trailer, the left side had an indent and a loud bang emerged. There was a crunch and the mans hands struggled to wrap around Shadow's paw.
"You must not understand or you wouldn't be here pep talking me! I despise being mistreated and all you bastards have done is just that!" Shadow's grip tightened. "There is no respect for us hybrids! Just hate!"The man was thrown to the front of the trailer and another bang sounded from the trailer. "You see, I bothered only those that provoked me." He turned his back for a moment as the man gasped for air. "Therefore I was of no threat. I was a nice creature. The children in that small town not to far from my dwelling enjoyed going into the woods just to see me! I would tell them stories which they would enjoy and we would play many games." Shadow turned around and the man was still struggling to stand. "Shadow... I was just tr-"
"You weren't trying anything." Shadow walked towards him. "You're a fool. I wish to kill you for your own foolishness." The man pulled out a small knife from his boot and went to slash Shadow, but his paw stopped him at his wrist. He squeezed and the crunching sound of his bones slowly spilled into the air. Shadow stopped when the knife dropped. The man cried out in pain. Shadow lightened his squeeze and got face level with the man. "This is your only warning, and this will be a warning for others as well. Now leave and let me be." He dragged the man to the door and banged on it. "Get your man you damn imbeciles!" The door slowly opened as the men trained their weapons on him, it was as if they never put them down. Two of the guards helped the man and they walked off. Shadow was unsure if the third man was going to warn Jerric or not. They turned the lights off and closed the door again. Letting Shadow be for now.</s>
<|message|>Jerric
Jerric frowned as he looked down at the smaller hybrid, attempting to index stand what he was asking . "I'm a sloth." He started simply, letting out a slow yawn. "And the berries are over there." He pointed over tithe refrigerator as he spoke, careful not to hit anyone with his long arms. He very specifically did not answer the question about the gun men... As he really didn't know an answer for it.</s>
<|message|>Armaldo
Armaldo's stomach grumbled loudly making him forget the question regarding the Gun-men and he turned to the object the sloth-thing had pointed. It seemed similar to some of the storage units that were in the cabin. He grabbed the handle and pulled surpised when a blast of chilling air came out. "Ah!" he cried out and jumped away from the strange object. Armaldo regarded it cautiously, although it seemed to emit an artic arua it had his food inside it, he would have to brave the cold.
He did not like the cold at all, it made him feel like his blood was slowly freezing. Moving quickly he opened the storage and quickly riffled through it grabbing a bag full of assorted berries and backing away quickly from the cold generating device. "Did not tell me it was cold." he muttered somewhat resentfully and then eagerly, yet neatly, gobbled berries down by impaling them on a claw before carefully bringing it to his mouth. "Wonder why wolf mman is not here. I should learn more about human things." Looking around the first thing that caught his eye was a human thing with tails and very pink skin. "Hello human-thing what are you?" he iquired still slowly consuming his bag full of berries.@Puffhead@TheBrightestEyes</s>
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<|message|>Jacky
"Gramma told me I was an Ax-o-lotl!" Jacky responded, grinning widely at Armaldo. "Also, the top thingy in the fridge is colder than the bottom ones. Be careful about that." He considered getting something from the fridge, but remembered the snacks. Remember the snacks.
(THE SNAAAAAAACKS)</s>
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<|description|>Jacky
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Jacky is an Axolotl hybrid, with unusually pink skin, gills on the side of his head, and a long tail. He's smaller than average.
Hybrid Animal:
Abilities: Jacky can breath underwater for however long he wants, but he can also breath aboveground normally. Liquids also roll off his skin very easily.
History: Jacky's memory was fuzzy up until the age of 6, when he vaguely remembered a lively old woman wiping a carpet. "What a mess, you know better than to try to touch the fish!" This old woman was his caretaker, as well as the caretaker of another child. She was a healthy old woman, and could barely be considered old until Jacky was 10. The woman had neglected his education, but was afraid of sending him and the other child to school. So she then used educational programs to try to teach them enough to get a job if they could hide their unusual features. On the day after his birthday (unofficial, his adopted 'Gramma' decided it would be the twentieth of January) his 'Gramma' called him downstairs. Jacky and the other child had to go to a school that she had apparently found, and she told him and the other child to pack their bags, as there was a man outside that would take them there. Jacky finished quickly, throwing most of his belongings into an old bag and walking downstairs. He hugged 'Gramma', and walked out the door, too excited to see the sad look on her face.</s>
<|message|>Jacky
Jacky patted Armaldo on the back as the hybrid reached him in an attempt to calm him down. "Hey, I bet it happens all the time. Maybe you could do another sport or something?" he asked, looking around to see if there were any more activities that Armaldo could do. "Maybe you could play badminton or something..."</s>
<|message|>Alicia Relna
Alicia - Intro
Alicia stepped tentatively into the facility. She had been dropped off just moments before by the men who had taken her from the barn, not even allowing her to collect what meager supplies she had in the barn she had lived in. "Hello?" She called out, her small voice echoing through the corridors. "Is anyone there?"</s>
<|message|>Armaldo
Armaldo looked at Jacky thankfully, "No, is fine I find somethin-" he interupted his sentence to take a deep sniff. "Hmmm, new smell maybe find someone." He walked off following the smell and rounded the corner to find another one of the Girl things, this one had large white things sticking out of her back. "Aha found you!" he said excitedly, "What are you? Oh and what are those?" Armaldo asked eagerly pointing at the wings. He knew there was someone else, he was getting good at finding poeple smells.
Yuuki@TheBrightestEyes</s>
<|message|>Matt
[Ignore]</s>
<|message|>Alicia Relna
"U-um, hi..." Her voice was hardly over a whisper. "U-um, they're m-my wings. W-who are you?" Alicia smiled tentatively at Armaldo. "I just got here. I assume this is the facility?" She looks at his features curiously. "W-what are you mixed with? The plates resemble a turtle, but..." She looks a little closer. "...you don't seem like that."</s>
<|message|>Matt
As Matt enters the facility in a long coat with his hood up and sunglasses on. He gets escorted to his room. When he enters the room assigned to him he closes all the windows and curtains leaving the room in darkness.
He then looks up and sees a platform that has a gap in it. He then gently closes the door and unfolds his wings and fly's into the second level.</s>
<|message|>Jacky
Jacky shrugged as Armaldo left the room, assuming the armadillo hybrid would return after a while. If not, he would always see Armaldo later, right? He instead looked around the gym area, looking for something he was at least a little good at. "If there was a scooter or something I guess I could try that..." he mumbled, remembering when Gramma explained how they worked after he saw someone passing by their house.</s>
<|message|>Armaldo
Yuuki Armaldo answered the question somewhat puzzled, "I am Armaldo, yes this facility" he wasn't sure what she meant by mixed with but he told her what he was, and he didn't think that there was another place that she could be looking for, although given what he knew about anything that might be wrong. However unlike him the girl did not tell Armaldo what she was, "But um, what you? Oh, and can I touch wings? They look soft." he said excitedly. So that is what wings were. So the things birds used to fly, he wondered if this "girl" could fly as well. Flying seemed like it would be fun, but also scary.</s>
<|message|>Alicia Relna
"U-um, my n-name is A-Alicia. T-touch them? I suppose so..." She says, smiling a little at Armaldo's enthusiasm. She thought for a minute, still studying Armaldo's features. "Aha!" She cries suddenly, smiling broader. "You're part armadillo, aren't you?"</s>
<|message|>Armaldo
Yuuki Alicia, another name to add to the list. He replied to her epiphany quizzically, "What is armadillo?" Armaldo had seen all kinds of animals before. Wolves, bears, fish, birds, but he had never seen an armadillo. He moved his hands towards Alicia's wings slowly and barely tapped them making sure to avoid touching them with his claws. As he suspected they were very soft indeed, especially closer to the base. He sniffed around again, he thought he smelled someone else, someone that smelled like... blood. Hmm...</s>
<|message|>Alicia Relna
Alicia faltered, confused. "O-Oh, perhaps I was mistaken. Or maybe you don't know what an armadillo is..." He touched her wings, and she jumped a little, not being used to them being touched. "Haha, that tickled a little." She looked around, confused. "What are you sniffing for?"</s>
<|message|>Matt
Yuuki @Eklispe
Matt
After his quick snooze at the top half of his room he begins to make his way down. Using his echo location he studies the area he is in with more clarity. After flying down he opens his room door. As he stands at the door he wonders if he should keep his sunglasses on, he paused to think about it before deciding to keep them on.
As he walked into a hallway he stopped and took a sharp intake of breath. two people, hmm they smell tasty...especially the one with wings... he thought as he shook his head to himself as he stood frozen in the hallway. After emitting another high pitched sound he was sure one of them had wings, a girl i think...
Still he stood there, standing still not know what to do or weather to introduce himself. Standing there clad in long coat that covered his wings and sunglass's he wondered what they would make of him.</s>
<|message|>Aiden
Aiden walked through the halls when he spotted Armadillo and what looked like another bird hybrid talking. He watched them for a while then started to approach the two. "Oi! Armadillo, Who is your girlfriend?" he said openly inching in between them. He looked at her observantly then rubbed his beak taking note of her wings. "She not part-hawk, and her wings look pretty soft, and they're white." He then rested his arm over Armadillo's head. "Whatever" he said brushing back his hair with his desharpened talons. "It's nice to see another bird-hybrid, I guess." He then patted Armadillo's back nudging him forward and walked towards the gym.</s>
<|message|>Alicia Relna
127
"Woah! U-Um, hi..." Alicia jumped and smiled a little at the newcomer. "Who are you?" She studied Matt, unsure of what he would have been mixed with.</s>
<|message|>Jacky
Jacky got down from his seat, walking over to a small storage closet he spotted in the wall. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Uh...Guys, I think if we can open this we can get a new ball. Or at least a pump or something." he said to Alex, Armis, and Kara. He took a step back and started to spin in place, hitting the door with his tail in an attempt to open the door. Nothing but a probably broken tail.
@Araby264@Raafling</s>
<|message|>Armaldo
Armaldo answered the veggie hawk, "Girl is Alicia, bye veggie hawk." he did not like the veggie hawk very much, to much touching. Armaldo responded to Alicia while carefully sniffing "Hmm, person." An intake of breath turned Armaldo around to face what appeared to be another bird creature, only this one was a "men". He was about to say something when a high pitched noise echoed through his head barely in hearing. Armaldo tilted his head inquistivly, "Strange, what that noise, and what you?" he asked his natural curiosity quickly overcoming his annoyance at the strange noise. The men appeared to have gaint wings, and was wearing glasses like his but colored black. They didn't seem like they would do the same thing his did. So many questions.
Yuuki@SayZun@Maria 127</s>
<|message|>Alicia Relna
@Maria 127@Eklispe
"U-um, hi? And bye, I guess. O-oh, wait! Do you know where I'm, um, meant to go? I just got here..." Alicia calls out to the hawk like person and Armaldo. "A-and, um, what's your name? I assume it isn't veggie hawk..." Alicia smiles tentatively at the others, trying her best to seem at least a little more open.</s>
<|message|>Matt
Yuuki @Eklispe
Matt
Matt was slow to respond, after all he didn't talk to people much and couldn't get the fact out of his head that he kinda considered them food.
He opened his mouth to speak but decided to walk a little closer to them. Then he finally began to answer their questions. "I'm Matt and yes I made that high pitched sound. I'm a type of bat, so that sound you heard is how I see my surroundings more clearly." He paused for a few minutes before.
"so yeah..." Matt didn't want them to feel sorry for him but he at the same time he did not want to lie to them.</s>
<|message|>Alicia Relna
127@Eklispe
"O-Oh, part bat? That's pretty cool. So... can you, um, fly? Do they work, I mean?" Alicia shyly gestures to his wings.</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
Alex tilted her head to one side and stepped over to Jacky as he hit the door. Examining it the gears in her head started to turn....could she break it down? Would the guards or the owners if the facility be angry?
Nodding to Jacky a small grin came to her face when she saw a weakness in the door. She didn't know much of schooling, but spliced with a leopard's DNA her thought process was more strategic.
Stepping towards the door she flexed her claws out wards. Placing them under each of the door's hinges she grunted, "Stand back."
With a sharp pull upwards and out wards, Alex took the door off the hinges and dislodged it from the frame completely.
Setting it to the side she chuckled in awe, "Hey it worked."</s>
<|message|>Matt
Matt
Matt smiles slightly noting that the girl seemed shy and timid. He hoped that he wasn't giving off a predatory feel. "yes my wings are fully functional, and yes I can fly, I would show you here but the ceiling is too low." He shrugs off his coat and carefully unfolds his wings which quickly filled the hall without being fully unfolded. The would notice that his wing were extremely bat like with leathery wings. They would also notice that the skin on the wings were a lot thicker than an actual bats.
After a few seconds he puts his coat back on, entirely covering his wings.
Yuuki</s>
<|message|>Alicia Relna
127
"Wow, they're cool." Alicia smiles. "It's nice to meet someone with wings as well who can fly."</s>
<|message|>Jacky
Jacky threw up his arms in a silent cheer, running in a circle a few times before running out of breath. "Let's see if there's some stuff inside like a basketball or something!" he shouted, running into the door. "It's really dark." he muttered, walking back out and pointing over his shoulder at the uncovered room.</s>
<|message|>Shadow
Shadow was unsure if he was hungry or he wanted to continue sniffing out the place. He turned into a hall and stuck his nose into the air, taking in two large sniffs of air. He continued down the hall and looked at the various rooms every time he came across a door. "At the same time they treat us too much like animals, they want us to be human." Shadow then began to wonder about the girl that had popped by his window earlier, he thought that he should go find her. But he was unsure of where she would be.</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
Alex tilted her head and flicked her tail, "Let me see if I can find something."
Walking into the tiny room she went wide eyed as the light went out and darkness enveloped her. Stumbling around her gaze adjusted, but only to where she could see small shadows and shapes.
Reaching down her hands came across a large round object. For a moment Alex wondered if this was a basketball.
Picking it up she searched for other objects; finding odd shaped things that made her curiosity grow.
Eventually she reappeared into the gym, carrying an armload of things. Dumping them onto the floor she had returned with badminton equipment, a volleyball, a football, basketball, a softball mitt, and a bat.
Frowning the leopard hybrid made a small sound, almost like a purr, "What is all this stuff?"</s>
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<|message|>Jacky
Jacky picked up a football, turning it around in his hands. "I think this is something like a basketball. We got another one of those anyway, though." he dropped the football on the floor and picked up a shuttlecock. "Tag, you're it!" he yelled, hitting Alex on the arm with the shuttlecock and running away, leaving it behind him.
(Don't laugh. It's the badminton tossing thingy.)</s>
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<|description|>Kara
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kara is short (5'4''), but stocky and heavier than she looks. She has short brown-ish hair, and a thin dusting of fur in the same colour on her lower arms and legs. Her ears are furred as well, and she can move them slightly. She has a lithe, muscular built and often looks like a young man in the oversized sweaters and loose pants she prefers to wear. Her eyes are a really dark brown and her canines are just a bit sharper and bigger than you would expect of a human.
Hybrid Animal: Wolverine 30%
Abilities: Kara can hear and smell about as good as a dog might, but her eyesight is worse than a human's. Her main advantage is her strength. Her skin is thick and hardy enough to slow down some bullets and she is much stronger than she looks. Her nails aren't exceptionally long, but they are thick and strong.
History: Kara was six when she was selected from an orphanage to be experimented on. She was meant to be a covert agent that looked more human then animal, but had unmatched fighting prowess. After being let go, she stuck to the big cities, living on the streets and hiding her animal heritage. Her temper was quick to get her noticed in the criminal circles, and she started there as an errant-boy (or girl) and slowly worked her way up to hired muscle mostly. It afforded her enough money to get by from, and even some people who didn't really care about her animal side. When the facility started rounding up the hybrids, she went into hiding. Someone must have tipped them off, though, because it wasn't long before armoured guards came knocking to get her back. She went somewhat willingly, rather than trying to fight off heavily armed people.</s>
<|message|>Jacky
Jacky coughed, walking over to the house but not entering and watching. He made sure to leave the jerky behind, even though the wolf hybrid probably wouldn't touch it. He sat down, knowing he could not hear and instead watched Jerric, Melisandre, and Shadow converse.
@GodOfChaos</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
For a long moment there was silence in the armored truck; leaving Alex to sit stiffly with brown eyes flicking from place to place. She had to find a vulnerability.....a weakness she could use for her escape.
Suddenly, a voice sounded from outside the truck, "Let's go ahead and unload her; I cant seem to find anybody in this place."
The driver nodded, then turned to look back at Alex and sigh. He sat up, then stood and entered the truck's rear cab.
Already a hiss edged up Alex's throat and she began to struggle; forcing the man to take a hold of her arm and huff, "Come on. It wont be that bad. Just a quick step out of the truck and..."
He was interrupted when she managed to kick up her legs; hooking him in the jaw with her heel and sending him back against the truck's steel wall with a crash.
The other guard gasped and opened the rear cargo doors, blinking and rushing in to take hold of Alex, "You alright?"
The man, rubbing his jaw with a hiss of pain, grunted, "I will be once we get this she devil out of the truck."
He took hold of her other arm, to which Alex hissed behind her gag and began to fight. She wasn't about to go down easy.
As she struggled though she noticed something about the world outside. She caught glimpses of a large building......and a stone fence.....where was she?</s>
<|message|>Kara
Kara glanced at the hallway that lead outside as Jerric stormed away after a guard spoke to him, but she didn't feel like getting involved in whatever mess had caught his attention. Exploring with Armis sounded like a lot more fun.
"Yeah, let's go," she said with a small smile, gesturing for the lizard-girls to lead the way.
"So, you reckon there are cameras watching us?" she peered up at the ceiling with a suspicious gaze, but she knew she was bad at picking up on detail like that.
"So far this seems awfully... chaotic for some kind of super soldier training centre, doesn't it?"</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis lead her down the hallway that she read on the wall, lead to the gymnasium. She had something she wanted her new friend to see.
"Cameras? oh yeah, they've got them. They wouldn't keep their investment unsupervised, but its not like we're doing anything wrong. As for how chaotic things are right now,"
She turned around to look at Kara, walking backwards down the hallway as she did,
"You have to remember that 'they' didn't know what to expect from us either. We were bred to be super-soldiers. If they took us in and forced us to stay here, but then also forced us to act exactly the way they wanted, we would retaliate and there would be a lot more people on their end hurt. We are an unknown variable to them right now, so they have to be very cautious with how they treat us. Especially the more... Volatile of our kind."
Shadow passed through her mind. She couldn't imagine the destruction if there was a pissed of wolf hybrid rampaging around the facility. She turned back around and kept walking, mumbling, mostly to herself," He was right. They really are scared of us."</s>
<|message|>Kara
Kara nodded thoughtfully as Armis spoke, easily catching the last few mumbled words as well. She hadn't really thought of it like that, that their captors didn't really seem to know what to do or expect either. She'd only heard someone had been looking for people like her, and then her attempts at trying to disappear hadn't quite succeeded. She'd never really thought beyond 'not getting caught'.
"People are scared of us wherever we are," she said matter-of-factly. At least, that had always been her experience. Either people hadn't seen what she was capable of, or they were afraid of her. Even those she would call her friends.
"Everyone is scared of things that can hurt them, it makes sense to be scared." She'd never been embarrassed of fear, as it was a useful emotion. Didn't mean you had to hide or run away, of course, but without fear how could you be careful?</s>
<|message|>Jerric
Jerric nodded in confidence that Armaldo would stay away, at least for now, then turned back to Shadow. "It seems I can't give you the privacy you crave so much." He stated apologetically with a slow yawn, before growing serious. "We need to talk."</s>
<|message|>Jacky
Jacky saw another truck pull up and sprinted over the best he could with his short legs, watching the guards have troubles getting the hybrid out of the back. "Uh....Do you guys need help?" he asked, wearing an expression of interest as he looked at the door. "Maybe I could get whoever's in there out of there." He took a quick glance at the group around Shadow's group, looking back at one of the guards' faces.</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis nodded at Kara's statement. Just as she finished speaking they arrived at the gymnasium. Armis opened the door with her tail, keeping her hands free. She walked in and held the door open for Kara while speaking. she suddenly found herself wishing for a change of topic.
"You sound like you speak from experience. Have you ever told anyone your secret? I mean, do you have anyone outside here waiting for you to get back?"</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
One of the guard, having a particularly hard time holding Alex steady, looked up and blinked at the hybrid standing outside the truck. He was quiet for a moment, then nodded with a grunt just as Alex ripped her arm from his grasp, "If you could get her calm that would be great."
Alex growled from behind her gag, tugging away from them and stumbling back into the truck. Falling on her backside the rag loosened from her mouth and she spoke for the first time, "Get away from me!"
Living in the wild for so long, Alex had grown accustomed to living in it. She didn't want to go back to civilization....to people....
Leopard tail flicking back and forth she began to gnaw on the bindings at her wrists, only half noticing the fellow hybrid standing outside the doors.</s>
<|message|>Jacky
Jacky walked up to Alex, standing over her. "Hey! I would offer you some beef jerky, but I left it by Mister Antagonist's truck over there." he pointed over to Shadow's truck, and then walking closer to her. He started to try to untie the ropes that Alex wasn't gnawing on. "It's not so bad here so far, to be honest. Not Gramma's house, but it's easy to get used to living here. At least I think so. Maybe."</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
Alex stared at the odd hybrid with a curious yet cautious gaze. She paused with her gnawing for a moment, then shot a glare to the guards and muttered, "I'm not hungry......but thank you...."
The kind words helped her nerves, but she still wanted to get out and run. Somehow though......she felt as though it wouldn't be possible.
Letting out a sigh Alex went back to gnawing on the ropes around her wrists and allowed for the male hybrid to assist. After a moment they snapped, and she used her claws to cut the rag now hanging around her neck.
Almost freed, the leopard girl flexed her arms to rid them of cramps and stiffness, before speaking again, "So they found you too? Gave you false promises and then brought you here?"
She didn't quite understand what he meant by "Gramma's"......but the way he spoke of it made it sound like a nice place.
"They" had promised her once....said they would let her see her mother. But that was before the last facility was shut down....before they left her alone on the mountain.</s>
<|message|>Jacky
"No, I went to my Gramma's and then she told me I had to come here." he said. You're a leopard hybrid, right?" he asked, thinking back to one evening watching TV. "Anyway, there's food inside and that guy over there" he pointed to Jerric as he said this "Is Jerric, and he's supposed to be the leader maybe. I think."</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
Alex couldn't help but smile at the 'boy's' open talking. Freeing her legs she sat up, rubbing the cut on her ankle and nodding, "Arabian Leopard....that was what they tagged me back at the first lab."
Not that she was a success to all of their trouble.....
Letting out a huff Alex turned her attention to the open world outside the vehicle. Following the other hybrid's gesture she saw a few figures standing around the backside of another truck not far away. One of them was the leader? Maybe he could answer some of her questions.
Standing, Alex stood well over the other boy's head at '5 foot "10. She wore a tattered brown t-shirt and jeans ripped just above her knees; both items she had looted from passing hikers back on her mountain home. Spotted tail flicking and ears twitching the hybrid looked down at her acquaintance. She held out a hand and gave him a tentative smile, "I'm Alex......thank you for helping...."
She shot a glare to the two guards, who chose in that moment to leave the truck when she hissed, "Some people don't know when to stop poking the animal."</s>
<|message|>Jacky
"You want to go inside?" Jacky asked, unfazed by Alex's height. "We have food!" he added optimistically, before jumping up on the tips of his toes and whispering "I smuggled some snacks and stuff!"
(Sorry for how short it is.)</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
Alex chuckled weakly and nodded, "Right after I talk to this....Jerric...."
She turned her brown eyes ahead, before stepping swiftly out of the truck and onto solid ground.
She couldn't believe the place she was in......it was huge.
Glancing with awe at her surroundings she examined each object and fence for weaknesses; a chance to escape. But for the moment she found none.
Instead, her eyes fell on the group gathered around one of the trucks ahead. She felt a little intimidated by the thought of being with other hybrids and people.....but shoved it aside.
Turning to look over her shoulder Alex spoke to the other hybrid, "What is your name?"
@TheBrightestEyes</s>
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<|message|>Kara
Kara shrugged at the question, looking around the gym to distract herself as she mulled over her answer. She'd only known Armis for a moment, but she still felt like they had more in common that... anyone else but perhaps the rest of the hybrids stuck here.
"I did a bit, yeah. I mean, I can't really remember much from before living on the streets, but there were people who knew what I looked like and that I wasn't exactly... human." She thought about the ragtag band of street kids she'd spent most of her time with, and then the gang members she occasionally worked with. Some of them had known about her, though Lora was the only one she'd ever told the full story to- or as much of it as she could remember anyway.
"There was- is someone, I guess," she hoped at least, "I could talk to her about stuff, and we... hung out. She was the one that heard people were looking for me, and it was her idea for me to try and go into hiding. That... didn't stick, obviously," she finished wryly. Someone must have found out, it was the only explanation she was willing to consider.
"What about you then? Didn't you get lonely in the desert, or did you go into the city more often?"</s>
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<|description|>Kara
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kara is short (5'4''), but stocky and heavier than she looks. She has short brown-ish hair, and a thin dusting of fur in the same colour on her lower arms and legs. Her ears are furred as well, and she can move them slightly. She has a lithe, muscular built and often looks like a young man in the oversized sweaters and loose pants she prefers to wear. Her eyes are a really dark brown and her canines are just a bit sharper and bigger than you would expect of a human.
Hybrid Animal: Wolverine 30%
Abilities: Kara can hear and smell about as good as a dog might, but her eyesight is worse than a human's. Her main advantage is her strength. Her skin is thick and hardy enough to slow down some bullets and she is much stronger than she looks. Her nails aren't exceptionally long, but they are thick and strong.
History: Kara was six when she was selected from an orphanage to be experimented on. She was meant to be a covert agent that looked more human then animal, but had unmatched fighting prowess. After being let go, she stuck to the big cities, living on the streets and hiding her animal heritage. Her temper was quick to get her noticed in the criminal circles, and she started there as an errant-boy (or girl) and slowly worked her way up to hired muscle mostly. It afforded her enough money to get by from, and even some people who didn't really care about her animal side. When the facility started rounding up the hybrids, she went into hiding. Someone must have tipped them off, though, because it wasn't long before armoured guards came knocking to get her back. She went somewhat willingly, rather than trying to fight off heavily armed people.</s>
<|message|>Kara
Kara listened to the story with rapt attention. Though the exact nature of events was unfamiliar to her, she recognised something of herself in the tone Armis used to talk about her friend. She tilted her head as the other girl paused near the end of her story, feeling she was missing some unspoken part of it. Or perhaps that was just her thinking about her own life and her own people?
"She sounds… nice," she said after a short silence, even as she realised how little those words would mean in a situation like this. Of course Kara had no idea whether the hiking girl was nice or not- Lora hadn't been a nice person at all and Kara had still cared for her. More than Lora seemed to ha- it didn't matter.
She dug her hands into the pouch of her hoodie, feeling pretty out of her depth. She wasn't generally good at talking to people- not in a real way anyway. Sure, she'd learned how to play along with conversations and lead people to think about her in a way that she preferred, but it felt different when she started talking about true things. Less like a fight and more like something that was actually scary.
"Sooo," she drawled eventually, "You wanted to come here?" It felt strangely like losing to change the topic now, but she figured they would have plenty of time to talk as roommates.</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis nodded and swept her arm up in abig dramatic gesture, trying to swiftly change the subject.
"Yes, I wanted to come here for one simple reason."
She paused for effect.
"I wanted to see whether or not we could play basket-ball. I've always wanted to play, I've read several books in it but I've never gotten a chance to actually do it... Also I've, uh..."
She rubs the back of her neck and mumbles out the rest,
"I read it was popular in the city and I thought you might play with me."</s>
<|message|>Kara
Kara blinked in surprise several times before she remembered that she was supposed to reply. She always associated gyms with training strength or speed or fighting techniques, not with games.
"Er… ok I guess?" she mumbled, looking up as she realised how unenthusiastic that sounded.
"I mean, it'd be fun! I've seen people play basketball plenty of times," never joined them, though, was the unspoken addition. They said she was 'too short', but she knew that wasn't the reason she wasn't invited to play with people. When she was younger she'd gotten into fights over things like this, but that had only made people more afraid of her. Eventually she'd learned not to care about it too much, as that very fear was what earned her a measure of respect.
"Get the ball in the hoop, right? I can do that," she finished with a grin, jogging over to the wall to get a ball from a shelf. She bounced it on the floor a couple of times, getting a feel for the weight of it as she balanced lightly on the balls of her feet for greater mobility. She had no idea whether she would be a god shot, but she was fast and strong and had great control over her movements. It should be enough, right?</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis grinned like an idiot. She was about to do one of the things she'd been wanting to since she was little, and it she felt so excited. In all actuality, she was unsure if Kara would even want to play. They had literally just arrived at a secret military base, who would want to play games? But still, it had been well worth the shot of asking.
"Yes, Basketball is a sport played usually by two teams of five players on a rectangular court. The objective is to shoot a ball through a hoop 18 inches in diameter and 10 feet high mounted to a backboard at each end..."
She walked next to Kara, then when she got the ball Armis walked under the goal to be in a position to catch the 'rebound' if Kara missed.
"It can't be that hard, right? Regular humans play all the time, and we're genetically engineered hybrids... Piece of cake."</s>
<|message|>Shadow
"Do you understand what I have heard the driver and my captors talking about? Those tranquilizers aren't that strong sloth. Sure they take me down, but I don't sleep deeply." Shadow straightened his head. "We aren't supposed to get along. That would make it more suspicious wouldn't it sloth man?" He walked towards the back of the trailer. He could only think of the other hybrids that were out there. He saw only five out of possibly ten or even twenty. He wasn't sure what was here, and the reason he didn't want to find out was obvious. If there were other predatory animals, they would probably argue and even fight to the death over territory in this odd complex.</s>
<|message|>Kara
Now that she was up on her feet, Kara started to realise how good it would be to just run around a little. She'd been understandably tense ever since the guards had kicked in the door of where she thought she'd be safe, and she had always been at her best in the physical. If she sat still too long, she just ended up wearing her thoughts into knots leaving her irritable and unfocused. There was a simplicity to just moving her body that had always served her well.
Her lips quirked up at Armis' description of the game. The way she put it, it sounded like some kind of intellectual exercise at best, and a giant pile of snore at worst. She was obviously exited though, and it was infectious even considering where they were and with who.
"Piece of cake," she echoed with a grin. She bounced the ball a few more times, before hurling it in the direction of the hoop. It struck the board above it and ricochet back with enough force to sail over her head on the way back.
"Hehe, oops," Kara chuckled. She went back to retrieve the ball and passed it to Armis. Next time she would reign it in a little.</s>
<|message|>Armis Lacerta
Armis couldn't help but accidentally let out a little snort of laughter. Kara had put a little to much... 'Umph' into the throw.
She caught the ball when Kara threw it at her, careful to make sure that her slightly sharpened claws didn't pop the ball.
"Thanks, and uh... Maybe don't try to hurtle the ball into space next time."
She spoke with a joking grin so Kara would know she was just kidding.
"Alright, my turn."
She tested the weight of the ball, put it in her hands the way she had seen in the books she'd read, Then pulled the ball back and let it fly... Right through the air next to the Hoop. Nonetheless she giggled and turned to walk backwards while going to retrieve the ball.
"I guess we both need some practice."
When Armis got the ball, she carefully picked it up and passed it to Kara, making sure the ball actually made it to the target this time.
"Your turn."</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"Of course it would be suspicious if we all got along, but what you're doing is making them question things." Jerric answered calmly. "I need the humans to believe that we've accepted this place as inescapable and our new home. And for that to happen, no one needs to hold hands and sing kum-bi-ya. I just need us all to play along, and that includes you."</s>
<|message|>Shadow
"And what do I get aside from freedom?" Shadow loved having freedom, but with the bad reputation that was building on and the small bounties being placed on his head by hunters and game wardens he wanted some sort of a deal. Shadow wasn't out to get all humans, just the ones that ruined his young, innocent life. The scientists and the guards. Whether he wanted to live peacefully with other hybrids in the wilderness was still in question for him</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"The ability to get back at those who brought us here." Jerric answered simply. "But only when the time is right. The last thing I want is to jump the gun on this and end up putting everyone in danger all at once."</s>
<|message|>Shadow
Knowing that he had no choice Shadow let out a quick snarl. "Fine." He began to walk towards the sloth man again. "However..." A quick low growl erupted from his throat. "This does not mean we will be comrades after it is over."</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"I like to think of it as not-necessarily-enemies." Jerric answered simply as he took a slight step back, looking up at the larger creature. "So do we have a deal?"</s>
<|message|>Jacky
"Jacky!" the axolotl hybrid responded almost instantly, holding out one pink-skinned hand for a handshake. "There was also another kid living with me, but I didn't really see em much, so I don't know their face. But they're probably here!" he chatted, smiling infectiously at Alex.
(Sorry for late reply)</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
(That's alright.)
Alex smiles, chuckling lightly at the two with her.
Glancing up at the trailer not far away she sighed, then turned back to the boys, "Mind showing me the way inside? I haven't been in a building for quite some time...."
She could wait to see 'Jerric' later......right now....she admitted she was starting to get a little hungry.</s>
<|message|>Jacky
@WhenBooksFly101
"That sounds good, right Armaldo?" Jacky asked, turning his smile towards the armadillo hybrid. "Uh...About counting, I'm not good at teaching, but I can draw on a paper or something and help clear some stuff." he added, directing it towards both the other hybrids.</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
Alex smiled and nodded, "Luckily I know the basics.....1-10.....and some letters.....but mother never got very far with me."
She shrugged, "Somehow I don't see an education helping me any.....so it doesn't matter."
Flicking her tail she turned her gaze to the manor ahead. It seemed huge; with countless rooms and halls to explore. She remembered what kinds of furniture were in a home and wondered curiously just what a person did with such things.....some called them a minor luxury; to own a bed to sleep upon and have running water close at hand.
Sighing she crossed her arms. Would be nice to know what the humans planned with them and what kind of tests they were whipping up......made her want to find a guard and shake him up a bit....get some answers.
But.....Alex knew aggravating the security and the facility's owners like that would only bring her and the other hybrids harm. Violence wasn't the key right now.</s>
<|message|>Shadow
"For now yes." Shadow shooed him away with his paws. "Now let me sleep. I need it." Shadow walked towards the back of the trailer again. He was hoping this talk of being "friends" would end now. He didn't like making these sort of alliances, but he would be out numbered regardless. Shadow knows when he has a choice and when he doesn't. When there are two options, he will consider them and play them out in his own head.</s>
<|message|>Jerric
"I'm glad we've come to an agreement then." Jerric answered with a firm nod before slowly walking out of the trailer with a deep sigh. He was going to have to make sure Shadow kept to his promise, but for the moment the situation was taken care of. His eyes suddenly rested on a new hybrid comic towards the building, a leopard by the looks of it. His characteristic lazy smile grew back on his face as he slowly made his way towards her and Jacky. "A new one eh? Welcome!"</s>
<|message|>Alexandria (Alex)
Alex blinked and looked up to see a third hybrid walking towards them; long furry arms showing he was undoubtedly a sloth.
Letting out a sigh she shrugged, "Thank you....although I'm not quite sure I feel as welcome in this place as I should be."
Flicking her tail she shrugged, "That feeling comes when someone ties you up and ships you in the back of a truck."
Eventually, a weak smile came to her lips and she crossed her arms, "I'm Alex.....</s>
<|message|>Jerric
Jerric's smile slowly turned into a frown as he shook his head, sighing. "Tied you up? Really, it's like they don't even listen to me." He muttered as his mood clearly took a darker turn before he quickly smiled once again. "Either way, I'm sorry you don't feel welcome... I'll do my best to change that as soon as I can. I'm Jerric."</s>
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<|message|>Kara
Armis didn't throw like she'd never done this before, but she supposed the lizard-girl had no reason to lie. When she had the ball, Kara had to try a couple of times before she could get it through the ring, and even then it felt more like luck than anything.
"You know, I'm not sure this is all there is to it," she said thoughtfully, before passing the ball back to Armis with a cheeky grin. The kids on the streets had played a much more hands-on version that didn't really focus on getting the ball through the hoop as much as trying to get the ball from each other.
When Armis had the ball in hand, she waited until her attention was turned before swooping in close and trying to tap it out of her hands like she'd seen the other kids do countless times without her.</s>
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