PO: Accession, JikanSama, Bryn, FangBloodBane, MelodyRoseSaiko, Malformation, MaibeonDorsyus, Infamous.


JikanSama: -ONE YEAR AGO, EARTH ONE- Kieran looked to his father one last time and smirked in embarrassment as he saw his dad lean into to hug him for the fourth time. Muffled by his mouth being covered by his dads seemingly oversized raincoat, Kieran spoke a few words. “Dad, i'm not going off to war. I'm moving out and i'll visit again soon enough.” His father pulled away and held his son by his skinny shoulders and smiled, holding back the tears as best as he could, not doing so well at it. Kieran's father nodded and returned to his wife's side. Kieran then nodded back to him, turning to face the train carriage doorway, walking through with few second thoughts. He was dressed in his usual aesthetic. Some random black tee, a black hoodie, black pants and sneakers. His medium length black hair caressed by a tight fit beanie hat. The 18 year old's green eyes looked through the slightly dirtied window towards his parents as the speed began chugging along the tracks, picking up speed before the two most valuable people in Kieran's life were out of sight. This, would be the last time Kieran ever saw them. -PRESENT DAY, WORLD NOT PRESENT IN DATABASE- Kieran darted his completely smokey white eyes towards the buildings ledge, the whirling behind him only growing closer every millisecond. Knowing he didn't have time to dodge the object completely, Kieran decided then and there to use his abilities. As the blade reached Kieran's body, him and the skin tight body suit he wore seemingly transformed into a light grey smoke like substance, the light grey complimented by the outer shading of a darker grey around the outside of it. The blade passed directly through him and struck the roof below him. Kieran reformed in a breath and smiled playfully as he made a strong leap for another building. His thick black boots proving him with protection for his feet, the toes lined with steel. His hands covered by a material glove with padding on the knuckles. His body covered with a black body suit made out of an unknown material, lined with dark grey textile patterns branching off in various ways. His mask, padded on the sides and a little on the forehead and back of the head. The mask also made Kieran's eyes go from their natural green colour to a solid smokey white colour. As Kieran, or as he's known while 'on duty', Smoke, ran across the building, he grew bored of the constant chase. He hatched a plan almost instantly and let himself fall down the ally between the building he was on and another across from it. As he fell, he transformed himself into Smoke and floated silently in a nearby vent. The whirling grew louder and eventually quieter again as the machine, or, whatever it was had passed his location, seemingly unaware of his presence. Smoke left the vent and floated down to the street below and reformed, sighing in relief as he joined the busy streets. The male cracked his neck and looked around, speaking English to himself with a inquisitive tone. “If I were an Assassin with a networth of £24,000,000,000, hiding in a random world which no known computer knows, where would I be?” He smiled to himself under his mask and gazed directly into the markets and stalls ahead of him. The streets were busier than any marketplace he had ever seen. The sky was a baby slue, no clouds in sight as the sun blared down onto the town. Kids played, adults worked and bought and sold. The town was odd however, they didn't seem to have a set timeline of technology or knowledge. It varied. There were vehicles, women still dressed in puffy old school dresses. Weaved baskets. It was like the past and future had collided. Smoke shook his head of the thought and began pondering his next move, stood almost directly out in the open, dressed in a skin tight, almost completely black super hero looking suit.

Bryn: Bryn didn’t have much on her schedule today. Since entering this world, she kept to herself for the most part. She met a few odd fellows here and there, but none that seemed to stick around very long. Everyone once in a great while she’d see a familiar face, but most of the people she had become friends with gradually went different ways. She was fine with it; never been to close with people other than her brothers back in Aramara. Even so it made discovering this new dimension a lonely thing. There was so much to see and more than enough to keep her occupied, but she wished she could tug someone along on her adventure with her. She didn’t dare go back to her world yet. As much as she would have loved to show her new life to her brothers, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to find her way back to it. So instead she continued along by herself, knowing that things could be worse. Her current struggle, though, was almost insignificant. She needed blessed water, or so the gardners said at the local market, to grow her treasure appleseed. She kept it on her person at all time since her first encounter with the delicious substance a few weeks ago and managed to snag ahold of something so precious. She had finally gotten around to questioning more experienced villagers on the proper way of cultivating them. She had planned on making them her source of income, after all she was beyond broke. She managed to get her Innkeeper to allow her to stay without pay as long as she helped maintain the pub below the rooms. She was more than happy to help out, she bussed tables and took orders when he needed an extra hand. She feared his generosity wouldn’t last long, so she had to move quick. The villagers already explained that anyone with a magical hand could grow the seed without effort, but the rarity of her prized meant she needed the correct items if she wanted it to be the best quality it could be. The first item on the extensive list: Blessed Water. She could go two places; the local church. A priestess could give her a vial and she would be set. Or, for best results, to a waterfall just on the outskirts of town that ran through what some of the villagers called cursed woods. She chose the later. After all, what could be more powerful than cursed water? Her ribbon fluttered behind her, her skirts billowing as she wound her way through the busy streets on her way to her destination. She hoped today would last longer than the rest, she planned on getting her seed planted by the end of it and her source of money to sprout by tomorrow night. With that in mind she shuffled her way forward.

FangBloodBane: -The stars on the skies were set for the night, and the great tree in the distant would send the message of heeding the call, to the ones able to hear it.. And whispered the words in its traveling breeze with a slithering tongue and choice of verbal speech. "Return home." Closeby, the darker atmosphere cloaked an unholy creatures location, which found himself in sensible range of the tree, he could see it in fact. He was walking down the streets in the village, not entirely sure how he had gotten there from the night before, what multiverse was he currently in? Questions he asked himself while roaming more so down the street, watching the people with his eyes checking side to side as he looked around in observation, in his nine hundred and ninety seven years of existence as a vampire, he could still be surprised. Unlucky as he was there was sun out there, so he had to remain much so in the shadows of the buildings, and stay away from the middle of the street. He stopped in front of a window on one of the buildings, and mirrored himself into visuals. Dark clothings, all matching his general attire. Trench coat, shoes, and a fine hat with a feather on top of his head. “Not too bad looking.” He thought to himself as he covered a scarf once more in front of his mouth to conceal his identity better. He wore some light weapons, a sword at his side would clirr every now and then being strapped to his belt and bumping against his leg in every other footstep.His attire didn't stand too much out, because it was common to wear similar clothing in the part of town he was in, as it reflected a lot to the medieval times. However his sword was merely never to be drawn unless necessity occurred, due to that the sword itself were a prison for something he did not want to let loose, which happens when the sword was drawn from its sheath, a phenodemon he had captured in the past was locked in the sword itself, would possess him using him as a vessel if let loose. This would of caused a scene, and the fact that nobody knew him here, meant that such an occasion would not occur of the first minute in the morning. which was a good thing. The marketplace was indeed crowded, the beating of the people's heart rhythmically drumming in his ear, he enjoyed it, the music of pulse. His hat and scarf would cover up his face, underneath it the pale skin of what he was were revealed. But as long as he did not draw attention to himself in a bad way, he should be fine. He was thirsty, as always. And thought best to get off the street inside one of these buildings. As he had continued walking down the street, a group of people seemed to be overly drunk and bursted out of the doors out of nowhere before him and into the street, his senses didn't pay much attention to anyone specifically, as there was too many to focus on in the first place. He entered the building they had exited, as it appeared to be a saloon. “Perfect..” The words literally ventured from his lips. As he entered he sensed the atmosphere in the room, it was energetic, populated. Some people would arm wrestle in back of the saloon with a crowd cheering on both partaking sides. On the other end of the room men were sitting and chattering loudly with company of the waitresses. He walked up to the bar, discretely and content on a drink. Laid a coin on the counter and avoided eye contact with the bartender. “One pint please.” The bartender took the coin and served what seemed to be a man. Himself thereafter took a big mouthful of the glass and then placed the cup back on the counter. “My name is Fang.. I am also looking for room for a few nights in this town.” The bartender looked at him, slightly suspicious perhaps as he did not feel comfortable himself and stare the man in the eye only to make him scream vampire. But replied to him. “That will be two pieces of silver per night.” .. “Agreed.” He gave a light gentle nod to the bartender and paid him right away, then took a seat at the bar and observed rest of the saloon in the corner of his eye, merely waiting for the sun to go down.

MelodyRoseSaiko: ~Three days ago~ The skies had been shining rather brightly, the day light piercing the large castle like structure that was known as Aeon. It was the large Ship, with capacity to fit over two million people. It was a bustling City-Ship, with everything one could ask for. Even here though, under the protection of thousands of guards, was a Black market Ring that traded in all kinds of things, including people. Some normal humans, that were left by themselves in parks or even abandoned. There were a few unique ones. Enhanced Humanoids similar to the Androids that would often come by on the Ship. One such was a young girl, who had been traded off since her ‘Upgrades’. After she had been introduced to a ‘Protector’ little did she know he was going to sell her. She had been badly beaten for her defiance of being sold, until she had simply run away. ~A few hours ago~ After her daring escape, she had reached the edge of the City-Ship, with dozens of Slavers in pursuit. Flax was who was meant to buy her and had actually approached her more aggressively, in an attempt to get her away from the edge by sweet talking her, with no success. With a few deep breaths, the girl simply smiled, before letting herself fall backwards. However, thanks to her Enhancements, she had the inert ability to ‘teleport’ to locations she had known about, or seen in images, as long as she could picture them clearly. However she had always struggled with this, which caused her Teleportation to fail. Instead of Teleporting to the Old Tokyo Ruins, she had ended up somewhere she had no idea where was. ~Present~ After arriving a few hours ago, the girl took to the roof tops of this strange town. The very space around her was weird, almost as if several different time-lines had colliding together in a jumbled mess. Her enhancements allowed her to perceive the world slightly differently from others, in the such she can see basic information in format of digital code, however she was at a lost. Having never seen, or been to this place she had nothing. She’d have to resort to the old fashioned talking. She had soon taken to the ground, weaving through the crowds of people as her silver hair swayed slightly, loosely but smoothly despite that. Her attire was a simple outfit A black coat over a black tee-shirt, with black skinnies and boots. It was clear she liked black. Over her nose was a bandage, that was purely for cosmetics. However something that stood out was the large, fairly fresh gash across her face. Under her attire, out of sigh was more such injuries, along with heavy bruising from her time on the City-Ship. Around her neck were two leather chokers, to which she often fiddled with but kept to herself as she begun to look around the strange City, that was filled with things from Myth and Legend, as well as things she was actually familiar with. Out of the corner of her blue eyes, she had noticed a darkly dressed male moving towards what looked like a Bar of sorts, as she sighed in relief before taking after the man, using her high skill set as a Thief to sneak through the crowds as well as the door. Picking several pockets on her way so she’d have some different currencies. As she entered the populated tavern she had taken note of the several different kinds of creatures, ranging from basic Humans to even advanced Androids, that she had seen where she was raised. Of course the girl kept to herself, sneaking her way towards the bar. Digging through her spoils she had literally just collected outside of the Bar on her way here, not sure what even half the currencies were.

MaibeonDorsyus: (Operation Log: Star Date 1101.3015-02. Operator 0006, Designation: Wraith.} *It had taken much longer than Wraith had thought to get down the tree’s carved path into the civilization below. All the while he continued testing his teleportation. Still broken and still he cursed in an almost comical fashion at his misfortune. He began to think it was this place. The air itself seemed palpable with magic. A ward, some called it. He read about them in the many tomes of a world he frequented for a certain red headed bar wench and the entire civilizations fascination with his technology. This dimension still seemed stuck in a Medieval period where humans that resembled the Italians of Earth and others with more Germanic heritages were in a dynasty long war over each other’s lands. It was always interesting when fulfilling contracts for either side. He shook himself from his fond memories of the lass and saw a large gate in front of him just half a league out but a few feet before him stood a wooden guard post. A half hour had passed before it was his turn in queue. In so doing, he did all he knew to do in a situation like such. He slowly and with open hands reached into a pouch in the small of his back and pulled out the Badge he held that identified him as a member of an intergalactic Bounty Hunter’s union which gave him jurisdiction pretty much every where. If that did not work, next to the dark grey metal crest of the Bounty Hunter’s Union, there was the six pointed star within a triangle shaped shield for a Dimensional Marshal. His skills had attracted their attention long ago and they decided to give him a place in their policing organization to fully utilize him when necessary, he hardly ever went back to headquarters enough to get proper orders. Which reminded him he should probably find a way to check in with them soon. Knowing his luck time even passed differently here. The Guard looked over his badge and gave him a confused look.* “An’ wut the right fuck is this supposed to mean?” *The Guard said, as if he was into his third mead and second hour of his watch. He wore a simple leather number with a fur collar and uniform steel helm. Primitive, but effective for mass production. In fact, the whole place seemed very Medieval in design and function. Wraith found himself more intrigued. He answered the guard if only because there was now no way for him to get out of this without speaking first. Wraith was not known to be one of wasted words.* “Well, they’re my credentials. I am an Intergalactic, Interdimensional mercenary essentially.” *The Guard stared at him even more blankly than before than a black toothed grin cracked his face and Wraith had to make sure he turned off his scent sensory receptors to not victimize himself to the reek that was the man’s rotting breath. If he had a gag reflex, he would have lost his lunch inside his mask.* “We’s got us a fancy one boys… No ideur wut ye said but no one tells me nuthin these days. Turn over the shiny sword on yer back and ye can pass.” *By the looks of him, Wraith knew he would never see his blade again if he relinquished it at this gate. He asked the guard to get the captain, the guard then refused. Wraith wasn’t about to let himself be held up by a cretin; in a single fluid movement Wraith hopped into the guard booth, slid his arm around the Guard’s neck and effortlessly, with the quietest pop, snapped his neck. Immediately a more concerned citizen type screamed for further Guards and Wraith exited the booth’s back door to see a small platoon of similarly dressed guards with simple steel swords in hand running to his direction.* ~Plan B. Cause enough ruckus for someone official to show, I am sure they’ll hear me out.~ *Wraith slid his feet just outside shoulder width and drew his sword with a slow, exaggerated motion to allow the blade to lightly scrape against the sheathe, causing that tell tale signing of a high quality forged sword. He whipped it to his side and the High Frequency Blade hummed almost as if in anticipation of the blood that will soon wet its palette.*

-Deloaso had been in the tree for a while trying to find a particular issue that had been happening internally, he wasn't exactly sure what it was but something was bugging the tree's power source. Maybe it was the fact that his children kept on magically vanishing and then the tree is saddened, at this point who fucking knew. The tree keeping tabs on everything noted that something had gone wrong, apparently a few guards had been attacked and the outcome wasn't... Ideal to what most would think it'd be. The tree had control over all the land so the tree could easily teleport Deloaso to the being's location that had attacked the guard. The tree would first grant him the ability to see the location without actually teleporting as the tree cared about him being able to see the battlefield, I suppose it just liked for him to fight who knew, once he seen that it was one being that had killed the guards and nothing else was sensed to be in the proximity of the being so he figured it'd be cool to go and say hi to whoever or whatever it was. The tree would materialize his body at the location close to the being, they had about a 20ft radius from each other. Deloaso would state to the being "Why hello there, my guards seemed to have... Had to unfortunate interaction with you. See this is an issue, we will have to do something about this." his eyes started to narrow on the being that had killed the guards that had served the dynasty, "Mm, I think you can either serve or die at this point. It's up to you but these guards couldn't beat you so it doesn't really about them dying but more of you being an issue for the other guards and I really am not about anymore of my men dying to the hands of an outsider to say the least." his tone coming off serious with the intent to do as was told when speaking to the being that had been there. -

JikanSama: Smoke continued to scan the street, getting slightly flustered at the lack of evidence that the guy he wanted, was even here to begin with. However, while searching visually, something caught his eye. It was a female. Kieran didn't really have it cut out with women, never had done. He had only ever went on one date and that was in school and it wasn't even a date. They were just partnered up for a school trip, but Kieran still sees it as one to save the embarrassment of never dating anyone. Something just seemed odd about this girl. She seemed very, disconnected from the rest of these people, like he was. Her attire, the way she walked and just the general aura she gave off seemed, wrong. Smoke began to follow her on foot, saving his powers just in case she spotted him and tried to attack or run. He walked for only a matter of a few seconds before he saw where she was going. Lining the horizon at the end of this winding street, a gargantuan forest. The trees weren't bustling with life however, they were like a painting. The leaves stood still, the branches stuck in place and the colours were dark, gloomy... cursed. Smoke gulped down a collected amount of saliva and continued, his eyes now on the back of the woman. This wasn't a matter of stealth any more to him. She didn't seem to be dangerous and if she did try to run, he would catch her. Kieran was roughly around 15 feet behind her at this point and he felt awkward as all hell. Deciding in the moment to break the awkwardness by approaching her properly, he called out in a serious but calm tone. “Hey!” He continued walking, his demeanour calm, approachable. He didn't want this girl just taking off or feeling threatened. Kieran needed answers and leads, not fear or suspicion. “Can I talk with you a minute?” He spoke again, quieter this time as he was closer to her than before.

Bryn: There was nothing silent about the world around her. From the chatter of the villagers, to the cluck of hens in cages, the town was abustle with noises that filled the air. It was expected though, and that made it comfortable for Bryn. What wasn’t expected was the sudden shout from behind. She nearly jumped out of her skin as she whirled around to face the man approaching her from her back. Her hair whipped so fast the black braid went from one shoulder, and over to the next in a matter of seconds. Her hand flew up and rested above the v-neck opening of her dress, her fingers tightening around the dark blue fabric as her heart thundered against her chest. The man didn’t look threatening, and she didn’t sense any dark intentions from him. She hadn’t even noticed him until he made his presence known. If he wanted to hurt her, he could’ve simply followed her into the dark woods and done so without anyone noticing. Instead, he chose to stop her before she entered the forest, where they were still within sight of other passerbys. She felt the tension drain from her body and she let her arm drop back to her side where it rested against her satchel, just at her hip. “I’m sorry,” she started rather breathlessly. Her heart rate was still going a mile a minute and she took a deeper breath to calm it. “You startled me.” Her eyes flitted from his figure, to the woods over her shoulder, and back again. She was rather impatient to get on with her task but she wasn’t going to simply ignore the man. “What can I do for you?” she asked quickly and quietly, her body only facing partially in his direction. The rest was angled to the left, ready to make a quick exit into the forest where she could continue with her task.

MelodyRoseSaiko: The girl continued to count the various types of currencies she had stolen from unsuspecting passer-bys. She had eventually looked towards the bartender at the bar, as she gave a very slight cat-like sound, before pointing towards a bottle of Rum. She had then attempted to speak, though her voice was so soft, it would take someone with extreme hearing abilities to even hear her even when at close proximity, “Um~ I~I’d like a G~Glass of Rum please..” It was clear she was not familiar with talking to others, let alone ordering things. After a moment, the Bartender had noticed the bottle to which the girl had been pointing to, before gathering a clean glass, filling it with Rum. The girl was then handed the Glass, as she pushed various currencies towards the Tender, clearly incapable of figuring out how it all works. She just took the glass, slowly leaving the Bar, leaving a fair amount of Currency on the bar, easily worth several dozen more drinks, and even a room for three or four days. She found a quiet spot at the back of the Bar, behind some brutish looking gentle man arm-wrestling, as she quietly sipped at her Rum, occasionally playing with her Collars around her her neck.

MaibeonDorsyus: *The Guards ran at Wraith admirably. They may have been en force but Wraith’s countenance wasn’t exactly easy on the eyes of those with even a shred of self-doubt in their abilities to fight. Either way, Wraith felt like playing with his food a moment. He had maybe a few seconds before they had reached his position. He picoted and as he did so, drew a line in the sand, a roughly drawn half circle, perhaps four feet from end to end. He lowered his center of gravity, crossing the blade over his chest, tip pointed downward toward his left foot. They came at him as one, eight swords flashing toward him with impressive speed and precision. The clang of metal rang out like automatic gunfire as Wraith parried each individual blade, staggering each guard, leaving him a vital opening. In the split second it had began, it was all over. In a single fluid movement, Wraith brought his sword in from his left hip, turned it blade outward, slashed, flicked the blade from his sword and sheathed it. The bodies fell as the hilt kissed the mouth of the high tech, holster-like scabbard upon his back. It was but a few minutes before a brief flash appeared in the sky and a being appeared twenty feet away from him. He was covered in pieces of bark and a tattered loin cloth. Yet he seemed to speak with authority.* “Finally.” *Wraith said to himself, his mask not transmitting the sound, as it was set to only transmit his voice when he spoke at a certain decibel level. His sword already sheathed he waved at the man before him, normally he held a more stoic and reserved attitude, for appearances sake, but right now he could not be bothered, he decided to just be his straight up and up self.* “Hello there. You must be in charge here.” *Wraith approached him, his hands in what he figured was the universal sign for peace, hands up, palms empty, fingers extended.* “Well, I expect you are, as you called them your guards. Here’s the skinny of it. I was out on a contract, I am an interdimensional mercenary. I took my mark, as I was teleporting myself back to my ship, I can do it too, you see. As I did so, I ended up here. For some reason, my abilities aren’t working as intended and it’s not like they have tech support for these sort of things. I’m stuck here. So as I try going past your lovely checkpoint, your drunken sentry decided to try and lift me of my swords. I took him out, one of your good citizens freaked and the rest, they say, is history.” *Wraith paused a bit to let his rambling story sink in, at this point he was mostly venting.* “Now, the serve or die bit, not really interested in serving, but nor am I interested in dying. Here’s a third deal, as I don’t serve, not the type for it, I will offer compensation to the victim’s families. I committed cold blooded murder, I admit. However if you could just direct me to the nearest exit that would take me back home, I will leave and never return. Or, I can compensate the families and whatever fines you might wish to impose, and perhaps consider placing me in your employment, your border patrol could use some work.” *Wraith finished his monolgue in response to the one he was given, speaking in as polite of a tone as he could, though it mattered very little as his voice scramblers did their job and ignore tone and intention. Wraith either figured he would walk, gimp or perhaps crawl away or not at all. In the end, he would be satisfied with his existence if today was the day he was meant to die a true death.*

Accession: -Deloaso looking at the being would take his words into consideration, he would indeed be good for the border control as some of the guards got completely killed by him but what do you expect when experience is a majority flaw for them. Most of the guards haven't seen combat which basically is terrible as they're guards but the realm doesn't experience very many issues so they usually just handle issues with civilians which doesn't require much experience to do. When a serious issue is present the state guard will come in to handle the situation which are equiped to deal with some situations without issue. He would over-think for a second about the deals before him as he didn't really care for the result of the being's fate but having more skill among his ranks generally made him happier. After thinking for a bit about the being's offer he would accept and state to the being, "Sure, you can compensate the families of the ones you murdered as... You just probably hurt a lot of feeling's but it's fine as the tree will create dolls in the place of the lost ones and those dolls will basically be a resurrected version of the lost ones. I think good compensation to them would be serving them as you did just put the general safety in some-what jeopardy." saying this he would await for the being's response. His firm posture would indicate that he wasn't simply there as a leader, he was also confident in any word that he had spoken. He still didn't know if anymore were with this being or not, or coming for the rescue concerning that. He was going to play this out as if he didn't expect anything so that the being would feel assured that trust was present in some form even if it really wasn't, the guards at the gates would catch on anyway and now it was a issue of state security so they would start to go to each of the gates to help enforce the law better for any that come through to break it. The tree would generally catch on to anything that was out of the normal so he wasn't too bothered from it but it was still something to think on. -

Malformation: A lone man walks through the halls his eyes narrowed in a lazy fashion his strage eyes snapping around as he takes each step he lets his mind slip into a slight daydream. Well, more like a memory. His eyes snapped open wider as he remembers, he remembers his first time he met his Spawn, every one of them had one, it was what allowed them to touch the Nothingness between, see contrary to the popular theory: The Void or Abyss wasn’t completely empty, see over the eons of absorbing energy and matter a consciousness of sorts developed, and that consciousness created its own sort of landscape along with its own races and even animals however it was a slow process that which caused many to not even believe that truth to be acceptable, all the better it had allowed his race and the others to thrive for thousands upon thousands of generations in relative seclusion. This allowed them to train to harness the vast energies that the Abyss kept absorbing. Back on topic, he and the strange creature met eyes for a moment he was only at the tender age of one, instantly the creature dashed at him and ate its way into his body causing him to scream in agony, his mother and father watched with emotionless eyes as the wound sealed itself and the creature had its new burrow, the young boy’s body shook before the child screamed out along with the creature, releasing a powerful shockwave as he threw his body around in agony. To do one to their children such was their life, they all had one within. Therefore, they had no pity to their eldest son. Finally, after what seemed like hours to the boy and the symbiote he slammed his fist down and to the shock of both parent’s time seemed to stand still in the room and just like that, in the matter of a moment less time than it takes for an eye to blink all hell broke loose the polymer that made the windows shattered inwards the shards flying towards the boy as the walls seemed to implode from the magnitude the child was releasing as the relationship was more or less consummated as their lives became one as he stood his body on auto piolet as the creature controlled his body in order to protect its host it threw its arms out sending the shards into the walls like bullets peppering a flak jacket. It caused his eyes to meet his parents. The boy however was within his own mind the creature and he were talking. “hoo yu?” The small boy inquired. “I’m Rheki.” The creature responded. “We frend.” The boy responded. “Yes.” The creature said. Coming back to present time he lets out a small chuckle along with his lifelong partner. “Like only yesterday eh?” He asks the creature, feeling a nod within his structure he hears. In a deep voice. “Yes, your father was so proud I think.” Rheki responded. “Yeah? Then he took that to his grave along with the rest of our kind.” He retorts simply his eyes closing as his boots rhythmically clicked upon the wooden floor. His Symbiote flooded his mind with another memory, this one far less pleasing: He was five and the two partner in crime were trying to harness a small amount of energy around them the child’s pitch black eyes flooding with energy before erupting. Sending an energy wave out in all directions. Now one would think that it wouldn’t hurt as bad as it did, but it felt like your body was being eaten from the inside out which truth be told wasn’t far from the truth, see the children had to become accustomed to lesser amounts of the energy, which normally was easy, however that shockwave and time fluctuation he caused as a child? Yeah… not normal, he had vastly higher reserves than his peers, which made finer control difficult to achieve. As he stood back up his father glared at him. “Uai xlefr kezwafal sa ail rlyos defy!” He screamed at the child before sighing, roughly translated it meant ‘You bring dishonor to our line.’ Reaching down putting the crown upon his head walking away. His father was their King the strongest ever produced to date, His mother was the strongest female, it was how their hierarchy worked. And for generations his line was the strongest. As the boy whimpered in agony his father walked off passing his mother as she was scurrying to get to her injured offspring. Turning to her he said: “Uail qyonfyzz ez qeswef swy xau” Which translated was: “Your weakness is within the boy.” To which she scoffed, and instantly was back handed the boy seeing this. Instantly his rage skyrocketed as he gathers massive amounts of energy into his hands holding them out like a funnel he sent it right at his father sending the man flying. He then ran. Scared, he may have been powerful even then, but he was still a small boy. The Memory ended as he shook his head. “Rheki… you know I prefer to think of them happy, not then.” He says firmly as the symbiote lets out a small chuckle. As they continue walking into the MASK HQ he sighs looking up at the ceiling his eyes glazing over his soft black locks of hair falling back as he looks back down around at everyone his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in everything around him his pupils seeming to shake at the focus, in reality it was a simple genetic trait of his race. He smirks as he walks further into the HQ nodding at his best friend and jokingly monkey. As he steps slowly yet steadily further his eyes finally shot around finding his mark the flagon of mead, he reaches out his gloved hand caressing the wooden cork before he tugged with ease letting the amber liquid fill the cup of his choice. Pulling it to his slightly cracked lips he took a small sip of the drink, he never was much of a drinker anymore not since he had that binge after the wars a small trip of what mortals called PTSD, stopping that thought cold he shook his head. Trying to shake off the memories. His younger siblings all killed in the wars the celestials were able to somehow survive the trip to the Abyss and broke the secret and wiped them out, this was after the first and second Armageddon wars. In particular his favorite sibling Reiko, he was his younger brother and oddly enough while yes Grimm was the eldest it was only by a few minutes. He reached up subconsciously as he felt his younger siblings blood washing over his face as he was cut in half by a Celestial Steel blade. He remembered something snapping in him as his brother looked back at him before the blade hit smiling mouthing one word. “Live.” Instantly an unearthly scream echoed through his head as he remembered He threw his hand out in a rage as for some reason his connection to the Abyss was solidified and rifts opened up all over the battle field. He then jumped into the one nearest using the energy to launch himself throughout the battlefield before in a cutting all in his path down without mercy, the only thing himself and Rheki thought as one “Kill.” As his siblings symbiote was Rheki’s sibling also. As they finally landed his blade and body stained with blood making him look like some sort of crimson reaper. One that was still alive muttered one word. “Black Void.” They said, which was in reference to the rifts he opened, it was so silent on the field all heard it. Shaking himself out of said memory he looks over at the many faces some familiar, and others not so much. “Yo.” He says simply, his voice carrying across the halls like a strange soothing ballad, a vast contrast to his currently spinning mind. He was looking for something that much was obvious, the question was what. That could be taken in many contexts. Depending on which era you were from there were many legends about the man. One said he had fallen for an angel during the first Armageddon, Who was later killed for revenge. Thus, he wandered for revenge. Others said he hated all who wiped out his race thus sought to destroy them all. He pondered to only two of the many things people said about him. He chuckles slightly. ‘Fools eh?” He says to himself. Though his Spawn within him heard it clearly. “I don’t know what I want…” He admits to himself, he had long lost track of what he wanted out of life, it tends to happen when you are so long lived. Not to say he couldn’t die, far from it a sword or gunshot? Could kill him. Along with other methods of murder. Looking down at his hand he smiles looking up at the clouds walking back out of the building ‘Would you be happy I am alive…little brothers?’ he thinks to himself before shaking it off looking at everyone around him, no… it would live… he would see this groups goals fulfilled then he could rest once more. “Yo.” He says spying the others after walking a ways his black hair swaying lazily in the wind.

JikanSama: Smoke noted her sudden change in stance, knowing he had scared her without intent. He smirked under his mask he knew for a fact he didn't look at all threatening, or at least didn't mean to. He appraoched her quickly and nodded, speaking in an apologetic tone. “I'm sorry, didn't mean for you to get startled. I mean to only ask questions but I can sense you're rather eager to walk-” He paused and waved his hands towards the forest as he stood next to her. “-So walk.” He ended his statement and nodded to her, letting her know he intended to join her as he asked what he needed to ask. The idea was to see if the girl knew anything of the man he sought out. The assassin that had fled to this particular world after causing chaos and bloodshed in his own. He started his questions light and simple, simply asking her if she had seen anyone who she felt had ill intentions or anyone who had been acting strange. “If you have, or if that question has brought anyone who fits the brief but bulleted description, speak up now as he is highly capable of killing more people.” He sighed and looked ahead, both of them drawing ever-so closer to the forest. “This man doesn't kill because he needs to, to survive. He kills for sport, to make quick cash. Someone who values money over a life is dangerously incapable of being left innocent.” He looked to her, his white eyes gracefully caressing her entire body. Something still didn't sit right with this girl, just felt like she was hiding some deeper secret than just being a woman who's looking to stroll in a forest that could kill with just the way it looked. He asked another question, completely unrelated to the man he was looking for. He didn't even bother waiting for an answer to his first question before asking a second. “Why would a girl who looks so innocent want to take a stroll in a forest so dark and gloomy?” He visibly raised an eyebrow after the question, awaiting answers to both patiently.

Bryn: She was a little weary as he followed her into the woods. He could be leading her away from the civilization she was just thinking was her saving grace to do her harm, but she decided it was too late to turn back now and she’d give him the benefit of doubt. She thought over his questions as he shot them off in rapid fire. Someone strange? That would be nearly everyone in this place. From the people who arrived with her on her first day, to the odd old man who had approached her days before and tried to convince her to steal from unknowing market vendors. “I could give you a list of people who fit that description, sir. None of them, though, seem to be entirely violent like you make this man out to be. So I can’t answer you there,” she said honestly. She wasn’t the most observant, so it was very possible such a man or woman could have come across her path and she would have never even realized it. Shrugging to the man she continued, “And I need water.” It was a vague explanation at best, but she thought the stranger would laugh at her reasoning. Who would risk themselves in such a shady part of the woods, woods that are cursed at that, just for some water she could get from the nearest place of worship. “It’s special water,” she added as if that really made a difference. “For special things,” she continued, digging herself an even deeper hole. A blush rose to her cheeks and she simply shrugged her shoulders again. She whipped her head forward and speed up a few paces ahead of him and into the murky, dense woods.

MelodyRoseSaiko: The girl simply kept in the back of the bar for now, finally having finished her Rum after a rather quick scull of the liquid. She had made her way back to the bar, returning the glass, before mumbling in her nigh-silent voice, “I’ll be back for sleep… Uh...” She’d reached into her pockets again, before placing a few more loose, and ironically stolen currencies from directly outside the Tavern from when she had entered. Her eyes tarried over to a strange male, who seemed ‘Off’ to her, and seemed to be looking for something, or someone. Though, she had no clue who the man was at all. Nor did she really follow rumours or stories. She couldn’t help but let her curiosity better her, as she swiftly moved between the patrons, following the man outside of the tavern, keeping a fair distance between them, in hopes he wouldn’t notice she was following him. Thanks to her Bio-Enhancements, most missed her entirely, when she activated her Optical Camouflage, that kept her mostly hidden. However, she didn’t have it completely activated, only enough to partially blend in with the crowd, effectively making it easier to follow. Her blue eyes concentrated on the man, as she mumbled to herself, asking herself all kinds of questions to which would be far easier to just ask him, rather than trying to figure it out on her own.

MaibeonDorsyus: *Wraith was almost face to face with the humanoid being in front of him. As he had not been attacked so far he figured it would be a safe call he wasn’t going to be. He listened as he was told about the tree creating dolls, hurt feelings things of that sort.* “You keep using that word. I’m going to be very clear, I don’t work for free. My skills come at a price. A man’s got to eat.” *Wraith was hoping the guy would eventually get around to letting him know how to get home or to the nearest place to get a stiff drink. He figured he would pose the question once more before giving up on it altogether. He would eventually run into a familiar face or at the very least his powers would begin to work again on their own, or so he’d hoped.* “If you could tell me how to get back to the portal that would send me anywhere in the Milky Way, Andromeda or Draco galaxies, that would be great. I have a job that needs to be seen through to the end and god only knows how much time has passed over there since I have been here. First you could possibly grant me passage into the city so I could get something that will make my head buzz like a hive of bees. The only reason anyone got hurt here is because they tried to take my weapons, these are very important to me. I also keep them sheathed and holstered unless my life is in danger or someone has paid for another’s life to be taken. I’m no wandering highwayman. Please just let me pass, I need to piss something fierce.” *And so Wraith would wait. He fully expected his mouth to get him in trouble, but in the same vein it mattered very little if he did. He had failsafe protocols in place, should his functions cease in this shell he has few spare bodies with his DNA spliced into them and a brain case ready to download his consciousness. The last day was turning out to be quite interesting, he expected the following amount of time, however much he had left here, to be just so.*

Accession: -Deloaso would be standing there, awaiting for the response from the being. The being responding to the man he would hear the concerns the being had about the place and generally what he wanted, he would take this all into consideration and formulate a response with all things in mind. After thinking for a few milli-seconds he would respond with, "You will of course paid by the Dynasty for the deeds you do here in many different ways, mostly with the coin the Dynasty produces but i'm sure you could fetch it for a pretty penny other places in the universe and you will get paid a lot depending on how useful you show to be. I think you will be a talented warrior for the Dynasty if you choose to be one, being as such you'd be rewarded. The ways to buy a house and such will be given to you via the tree, I will allow the tree to send you an orb that will be able to display all the information concerning this matter. For now, all the guards have been sent a mental image of your being and won't attempt to take your weapons again, but they will react if you pull another stunt such as last time and it won't be the simple guard that you tangled with last time. For now, various tavern locations have been added to the orb and so have 100 Dynasty coin, that can fetch you a good amount of drinks and some fun time if that's what you so desire. As for the Milky Way, you can go back there by requesting the location via asking the tree mentally and if the tree accepts the request then you can go through any of the portals and the location will be the same." after saying all of that, he would bring up his right hand to scratch his cheek before continuing, "That's pretty much it man, just enjoy your stay for now and when it's needed the tree will be able to give you more coin for jobs that you may do that benefit the Dynasty, and on that note i'm off to my manor as I've got things that need tending to. If you need me just ring via your brain and use an image of I that your brain remembers and the tree should pick it up if you are trying to communicate it to the tree." he would then turn around and start to fade away into a mist-like form, his voice fading but still could be heard from a little while's away "Until next time." his form completely vanishing from the place he was at. He would now re-appear at his manor and see what was going on as something wasn't sitting right with him and the tree had told him earlier that day that he needed to go check on his home but he was too busy for all that. -

JikanSama: The man listened to his newfound female companion as she managed to ease the awkwardness back into the immediate atmosphere of the pair. He let her finish and scoffed at her, catching up to her before speaking. “You are... Looking for special water that does special things in what seems to be the forest of death?” He nodded to himself, mentally confirming that this was not sounding like she was not telling him the truth and in Kieran's current state of distrust for anyone out of the ordinary, was not a good thing. He sighed silently and shook his head, speaking again with a curious tone ringing. “What exactly does this special water that does special things do, exactly?” His need for answers about the man who he was looking for seemed to go completely out of the window at this point. Kieran wanted to know why this girl was looking for such a common thing in such a dangerous place and more importantly. Why she was keeping the details as far away from him as possible. They reached the entrance to the forest and seemingly didn't slow down for second thoughts. The lighting in the surrounding area died completely, left with almost no colouration of the world but blacks, dark greens and some browns. This didn't sit right with Kieran, this girl was definitely not as innocent as he first gathered and his suspicions were becoming satisfied. However, Kieran kept his cool and followed along, still awaiting an answer to his aforementioned question about the special water.

Bryn: Bryn didn’t know how to word exactly what she was doing, “I’m trying to grow apples.” She simply states. It sounded ridiculous even to her, and she winced at her stupidity. She was going into possible dangerous woods in search of cursed water. She was sure she could just snatch some of an unknowing vendor but she wasn’t a thief, no matter how desperate she was. She squared her shoulders and moved deep into the dark, she almost couldn’t see at this point. Her heeled boots snagged on an invisible branch and she stumbled ahead, catching herself before she face planted in front of this stranger and made an even bigger fool of herself. Looking back at him with a blush, one she hoped he couldn’t see, she stared at the top of his head rather than meet his eyes. “They are good apples, very crisp and crunchy!” she raised her voice in an attempt to defend her own idiocy. Her hand raised up to cover her mouth before her eyes darted around the silent woods. She hoped she didn’t just give her location away to something that would love to eat her and her delicious apples as dessert. Her eyes drifted to the strangers and she raised her head up defiantely, daring him to make fun of her our judge her poor choices.

Malformation: He sighs as his ears pick up on the girl they were pointed for a bloody reason, looking over at her exactly where she was, though he couldn’t see her; he smiled. “Come on out little one.” He mutters, he always had a soft spot for the youngling, as Rheki always pointed out like the douche he was. Smiling to himself. “I won’t hurt you.” He says as he looks over at her, she was enhanced… odds are with some machinery… Foolish mortals messing with one another’s bodies. Then again, they were often pathetically weak, thus he figured they had to try and make themselves better in some way. Shaking himself of those thoughts he looks in her general location. He waits for her then to make herself known to him as he stands there his hair swaying in the stray breeze that blew across the dusty road they were on.

lnfamous: WOOHOOOO!!!” was all that would be heard while a random black figure could slightly be seen flying high through the sky on what looked to be a rod or a pole. Whatever this being was doing it seemed very proficient at it pulling off these different twists, turns and corkscrews while headed god knows where, yet that skill quickly faded when suddenly the black figure slipped off the pole it rode and began descending out the air fast while flailing. “ NAH NAH NO NO OH OH NO NO QUIT PLAYIN QUIT PLAYIN! AHH WElp.. hmm this is the end….” the now more male yet childish voice soundd out showing himself to go stiff with his arms crossed over his chest like he was dead as he came hard crashing through the roof of a place he’d never been before. “Mmmmmm….Twas does not feel good… no good at all, monkey booty hurts mhm mhm…” he’d say with a few groans and moans while rising up to his feet within the rubble. Not long after his staff came floating on in through the hole so taking hold of it the weapon greatly shrunk to the size of a pebble, sliding it into his hair as if it were never there and then looking around to figure out where he was. The one who had just crash landed was known as Bam a 15 year old boy who stood at a height of 5”9 and weighed 480 lbs. From looking at him one could tell the boy had a very muscular build to his body with that dark brown skin, aged jade colored eyes, black hair that was short and curly with the sides faded and that monkey like tail that swung side to side from his rear end. His clothing had definitely changed as it seemed the young male had now acquired some black & grey armor which covered his shoulders, torso, forearms, legs, and  shins most looking like chainmail over his body and others being more plated/spiked areas. It was interesting that he had armor on since the boy's body was already extremely durable but that armor he had which he loved to call the armor of the Monkey King had its own little secret just like his staff who went by the name of Cyclone. hough looking to be dressed as some sort of assassin with that black and silver cloth over half of his face, it was clear by how giggly this kid was and very nice and friendly but push him too far and things could easily get dangerous. Looking around carefully all Bam really noticed was a front door, a partially wide room he was standing in and the rest just giving a homely vibe which made him question “ Who’s manor is this? Hmmm….. If they ain’t gon claim it…. I WILL!!!” and in excitement he began to jump up and down clapping happily while unaware the owner was closer to entering than expected.-

MelodyRoseSaiko: The girl paused for a moment as the man had looked directly at her. Her Optical Camouflage had faded out, revealing her beaten face, as she moved out into the clearing between the crowd, before speaking softly, almost silently, “Guess that didn’t work.” She dusted her attire off, “So, uh.. You seem to be looking for something?” Her enhancements not only made it easier for her too, but, detailing people like an Electronic Profiling system made keeping track of everyone fare easier. It was the only ‘Robotic’ feature she really had. She stood still for a moment, her footing showing a little Timidness. She brought a slightly bruised hand to her face adjusting the bandaged around her nose, before smiling faintly, “Well, I apologize for following you with Permission, sir. I am Melody. You’re free to call me what ever you feel suits me however.” Her voice remained nigh silent, but still audible to some degree. She brushed part of her silver hair to the side to get it out of her face, as she watched the man closely, taking in every detail he had, remembering what she felt was important, making a mental note of everything so she’d remember later on.

Malformation: His hand slowly reaches out. “This might sting.” He mutters before channeling into the Abyss reversing the time flow on her flesh and muscles a bit removing the blemishes upon her body. It was a simple trick, but it used concentration which in turn made it impossible to use in combat smiling at her, his canines flashing slightly. “There… much better, there is a little girl under all that dirt and bruising after all.” He says soothingly. “And It’s quite alright little one… Melody is a lovely name at that…” He mutters. “Relax… I am not angry… you seemed scared.” He says as he looks her up and down, making sure he didn’t miss anything. Seeing he didn’t He smiled to himself, Rheki whispering about him being soft within his mind.

JikanSama: Kieran watched her, stood still as she walked ahead, stumbling and nearly falling. The darkness of the trees overhead covered her blush from his gaze, so she was alright in that sense. However, when she mentioned about growing apples, he grew even more curious, walking forward and finally noticing her blushed cheeks. He raised an eyebrow and laughed out loud. “You gotta be more careful.” He leaned into her face and widened his eyes jokingly “There's things in these woods that could kill you before you even knew you were dead.” Cackling to himself he leaned out again and sighed to himself. “You know, you're really, really, exceptionally and professionally bad at trying to keep secrets.” He moved backwards slightly and sat on a slightly charred tree stump and looked to her, slumping forward a little. “So.” He said waving his hand a little in front of him “Explain to me, oh so innocent female, why would you venture into such a dangerous place, to find special water to grow... apples. Apples that are also, special?” He started questioning his own sanity after hearing what he just said out loud. Like, course Kieran believed in things and magic wasn't off the table and sure Kieran could disperse into smoke at will and control most if not all gases and vapors that exist because a lightning bolt hit him while he was smoking... But, apples? God. Who was this woman and why was she doing what she was doing.

Bryn: Apples; she got here because of some damnable apples. With a sigh she found herself a comfy piece of ground and parked her arse down. “That’s honestly all I got for you,” she admitted. “I just want apples. Plan on selling them for money. They’re REALLY good, like superb. All golden and glowy and..” she nearly drooled on herself as she thought about it. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and eyed the man up and down, “They need certain ingredients to grow to their fullest potential. I was told Blessed Waters would be needed, so I came here.” To a place with Cursed Water. There was quite the distinction, but what difference could there really be? Water, with magical properties, is all the same, right? This just seemed more natural to her. Wandering into a deadly forest with no weapons but her wit and her looks. There were absolutely no flaws with her plan, how could there be? She shook her head at her own thoughts, her braid slapping either cheek and leaving a stinging sensation behind. She felt her ribbon brush against her exposed neck and shivered, her mind telling her it was some kind of critter scurring up her skin. She slapped the back of her neck and sighed in relief at the silky touch of her ribbon. She glanced back at the man, “You know, we are question me here, but what about you? Who follows a lonesome girl in the woods, who is innocently searching for farming materials, then proceeds to badger her about said materials? Suspicious if I do say so myself. Are you after my apples?” She squinted at him accusingly and once more crossed her arms.

MelodyRoseSaiko: As the man approached her, in way he did, she had flinched out of instinct but, when the light sting occurred she had felt her bodily injuries miraculously heal themselves. Her skin becoming more ‘full’ the darkened tone vanishing revealing a much more vibrant colour. Her face suddenly turned a shade of dark pink, as she stepped back a little out of pure surprised, before swaying slightly, “W~What was that?” She examined herself slightly, a little at disbelief that all her injuries had simply vanished. Her eyes seemed to show her clear surprise at the sudden effects on her body. After she realized it was real, and not just some magic trick, she gave a soft smile, her cheeks still flushed, “Thank you, Sir. How can I repay you?” She instantly gestured to her collars she wore around her neck, “I can serve you, or pay you. I am sure I can find what ever you want.” It was clear in that moment, she was a Runaway Slave. The collars, the injuries would make sense, however most might not have picked up on those.

Malformation: He chuckles as he looks down at her the collar all being seemingly warped to shreds as he touches each one. “You will serve me.” He mutters. “But not because of this… I wish it, and I will train you.” He croons down at her before lifting her up onto his broad shoulder. Turning on his heel he looks down at her as they walk towards the pub his way. “Now who in the pub hurt you.” He mutters having smelt a man on her, and he could tell by his own blood, he had punched her. Looking around he smirked as he walked through the doors He sniffed around before his eyes darted around.

-After scavenging the house for food and eating to his heart's content Bam wasted no time in whipping out cyclone and hopping back onto her like a skateboard while he slowly ascended in the sky through the roof where the hole was. Whoever lived there wasn’t going to be happy since furniture was flipped all over the place, lamps and smaller items were jammed in the ceiling, and all food that once existed in there was now wiped clean “I should probably get tha hell outta here now hehehe!!” and with that and a loud explosive noise to symbolize the sound barrier breaking Bam zoomed off through the skies at insane speeds. Naturally when doing different tricks it slowed down his true speed but when headed in a straight and narrow path Cyclone proved to be a badass distance traveler without a doubt.  5 minutes passed before loudly Bam began hollering “OO!!! OOO!! OOO!!!” he would holler loudly causing Cyclone to lower with this new found forest spotted while leaping straight off his ride. Naturally the pole flew into his hand and shrunk once more while the boy soared through the air entering the forest, so quickly he slid the pole in his hair after shrinking and began swinging from tree branch to tree branch in a fast manner having the time of his life. “One branch.. Two branch three branch… People??” he’d say flinging to the last tree he had intentions to get to and then just hanging there while he stared down a Male and female conversing about something at a distance of 13 feet away. Swinging to one more tree smoothly Bam dropped to the ground while landing in a very soft manner surprisingly as he stared towards the two and said “OOO Lovers in the jungle havin jungle fun huh? Hehehe Exciting exciting!!! But can he protect the lady he wishes to bed??? OOo Bam lets not get too hasty she hasn’t even kissed the tip of his second head!” growing happy with his little rhyme the mysterious boy to them would clap while laughing and simply lean back off his feet leaving his tail to hold him up at a relaxed angle still keeping eyes on the two.-

JikanSama: Kieran listened to her become slightly rustled by his questions and began to ask her own. He stopped her and shook his head. “You honestly believe I would travel god knows how many light years away from my home planet, track you of all people down and steal your app-” Smoke stopped himself and exhaled a large amount of smoke through the facial vents on his mask before speaking in a more deep tone now. “Someone's here.” He looked around and noticed a very odd humanoid figure roughly 13 feet away, speaking to itself? Kieran narrowed his eyes and stood in front of the woman, looking back slightly but never taking his eyes off the figure. “Do not be alarmed but if my vision is correct, we currently have what seems to be a half man half monkey narrating us like a comic book.” He blinked and a few times and stood with his arms relaxed and at his side. He inhaled and exhaled a few times to oxidise his blood and the rest of what needed it the most and spoke under his breath. “Never fought a monkey before” Kieran cracked his neck and smirked under his mask. “First for everything Kieran. You're a big boy now.”

Bryn: Bryn looked from the man, to the monkey, and back again. “Just so you know, my apples would be worth it!” she said before standing and allowing him to put himself between herself and the newcomer. If he wanted to play hero, she wouldn’t stop him. Last thing she needed was to get in a scuffle and lose her precious seed. She took a few steps back until she bumped into a tree, her eyes trained on the monkey man perched upon a branch, eyes them down. She repeated her narrowed look at him, scrutinizing his figure. He wasn’t the weirdest thing she’d seen, after all one of the first creatures she came across upon entering this world was a half cat, half human woman named Nori. These two might even be from a similar race. She fumbled with the buckle on her bag and shoved her hand in and felt around her meager supplies for a small blade she tried to keep on her person at all times. It wasn’t much in the ways of a weapon, but she wasn’t a fighter. She could hold her own in a fair fight; one with rules and guidelines that made it fair for either parties. But in this world, she was severely outmatched when it came to most of its occupants. She still had yet to learn any magic which seemed to be the key to winning most fights in this dimension. She had tried on her own, but to no avail. She hadn’t managed to find time to find the old man that had offered to teach her a thing or two, her time was split between surviving another day and hiding in the local citadel where they kept their extensive library. She took her stance, one foot slightly behind the other, knife in hand resting loosely at her side just in case she had use of it.

MelodyRoseSaiko: The collars about her neck simply shredding, as she winced a little, before looking up to him, before offering a rather formal bow, “If that is what you wish, then so be it.” The moment he turned on his heels and headed towards the Bar as he asked who hurt her, she shook her head, “No one here… I… I’m from Aeon. A City-Ship. I had intended to go to my old home in the Ruins of Tokyo. But, something messed up my Teleport, and I ended up here. There is a chance my Previous Master will follow me here, but, I don’t know when that will be.” She shuddered slightly, “He’s the one who hurt me. He’s also the one who technically saved my life, by giving me Enhancements. Without them, I would likely be a Gravestone. So, don’t hurt him too much.. Assuming he does find me.” She followed closely behind him, sticking always to his right side, never his left. Her ears flicking slightly, listening to all the sounds of the Tavern as the man looked around for who ever hurt her, despite him possibly being in an entirely different realm from this one.

Malformation: He points right at the man who's scent he picked up. A small smirk making its way to his face. The one who hurt her? The man was pathetic, he could feel his power level from here, a child’s level. “That’s him, right?” He asks her simply his eyes snapping at the man he could smell the man’s arrogance from here. It was… unfounded. And that bothered the man who’s shoulder she was perched. He looked at the man, mortal, enhanced… odds are for force, a brute. Would be easy to take down, he just hoped the ruler of these lands didn’t hate him for painting the walls red with blood.