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[Wolf King of Night]

XXXXX

Power.
What is power?
Is it something bought? Used?
Or simply required by humans to give them the dream of always winning in wars?
Whatever it may be, The Silver Guard thinks I have it and continuously puts me through their little games of chess.
My name is not important, but the trials that my kind has to go through is.
The reason you ask?
Because we save the world, even at the cost of our own life.

◖Joan had moved from the cafeteria to a old burnt oak that stood a little ways off from the organization. It was the first place that the squad would usually meet at when they departed. The silver haired Vestec kept his eyes peeled on everything that happened around him. Birds nested in the other trees, a occasional deer pranced along, and the smell of the hunt reeked from a carnivore that strayed away from the black wood. This spot was a perfect representation of how much isolation he expected to have at the end of every human's compassion. Only two people knew how this tree became the black wood that scrapped along his spine. They were Ylara and the man that put out the blazing tree only hours after the failure that stood underneath the bare branches failed to protect a town and his handler. Most Vestecs will go berserk after a tragedy or loss of something that grew close to them, so Joan's case wasn't any different. ▶


◖Once more the hair color of the boy sized fighter, shifted to blonde from the roots out. His eyes hazed over and then turned into a bright white. The others would be arriving soon so the change was necessary if was going to control the small amount of power needed to make this mission successful. Joan picked up his scythe and let the hole filled shade of the dead tree. The boots he wore met a dirt trail only seconds later where his small stature would stand for the remainder of the waiting period.▶

Joan Machiavelli
Squad 4 Vestec
Relationship with Handler - Weak
Mental stability - Healthy

{{ No freaking clue on what to post. XP ]]

[Mochateen]

εlιzαβετh εllιστ frαy
τhε hαηδlεr σf ςqυαδ ηιηετεεη


Elizabeth gave a neutral face when Amaya began her haughty explanation of how low and insignificant Elizabeth was. She was only doing her job and Amaya really pissed her off her boots, but of course she wouldn't say anything until she was finished. Before Elizabeth could even say anything, Leonardo stood up for her. Elizabeth was a bit shocked but she tried to keep her composure. Well, this definitely meant a better relationship between Handler and Vestec. When they finally began going out and starting out for another search and even continuing onto the next town, Leonardo continued with his opinion.

But something hurt inside of Elizabeth when Amaya began talking about Leonardo becoming close to a Fallen. She wondered if that was what he really wanted. When she finally had the chance to speak, she made it count, "Look, keep to your squad and act a bit more professionally. You don't stick your nose into other people's business and if you think so low of us then shut up and leave. But we have work to do and we'd like to get it done instead talking to the likes of you whose keeping us from finishing. Now let's get back to work." Elizabeth was tired of the arguing and also about becoming a Fallen, she didn't need to hear it. She had something to do in the first place.


τhσυghτς: let's get back to work
ωιτλ: Leonardo, Auron, and Squad 12
lσcατιση: destroyed settlement
σσc: Sorry it took me so long to post guys!

[Maya Freana]

Amaya Caldwell
Vestec of squad 12


Amaya smirked, seeing the two continue to snap back at her. If that's the way they wanted things, then fine. She'd be sure to report them to the organization for disobedience when she got her next mission. They seemed to forget that this was a job and there were certain orders to follow, wasting anymore breath on either of them would be useless. Looking to Evalyn, she gave the woman a slight nod and started walking into the town, her hands resting easily on the hilts of her scimitars.

It seemed far too quiet, and the fact that the place was still quivering with the aura of Deathwalkers made it slightly difficult to discern where they might be. The organization was testing her, and as she stopped and looked back at the other Vestec, it occurred to her that though she had only mentioned it as an option to get him to think, they were probably testing him too. A movement to her left caught her eye as all the Deathwalker aura became stronger. There was one behind the female handler, and this one was fast.

Snapping her scimitars from their sheathes, Amaya darted over to the female, blocking the attack from landing on the girl's head, though Amaya was now stuck there, still holding it off. Without a kiss, Vestec were almost as weak as normal humans, and could easily be killed by Deathwalkers in a matter of seconds. However, Amaya could hold her own long enough, or at least that was the hope as she was now locked in a struggle against one. Casting a look Aleksander's way, she could see he had been separated from the group with Ramier. At least the female handler was now free to kiss her Vestec, so they'd have one in full fighting form. Still, Amaya would not have help for a while, so she growled and gritted her teeth, now pushing back against the Deathwalker's power, hoping to give herself enough room to get away with her squad's abnormal speed.

[thymeast22]

Kai

One person's craziness is another person's reality...



Kai nodded, shrugging. Whatever he said. While waiting for Fang to respond, Kai grinned, murmuring something in her dragon's ear. She through Ri into the air, and the dragon flew high to lazily circle the destroyed town. Kai's form grew shadowy-er, growing slightly when the dragon blinked out of sight, invisible. From here, she'd use her link with Ri to watch what the Guard was attempting to do. She could already hear shouts and the clangs of battle, seeing it all through Ri's eyes. "They're starting..." she breathed, keeping half an ear to the conversation with Fang but otherwise entertaining herself with the show.

for it is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

[thymeast22]

Ari Nicolette
Squad 4 Handler

Why shouldn't we fight and play pretend...



Ari ran out to the tree, quiver slung over one shoulder, backpack on the other, and her bow in hand. "Sorry I'm- not late..." she trailed off, realizing Joan was the only other there. She shrugged, letting the pack slide to the ground at her feet. "Ylara's getting our disguises. Town's what, half day ride? Day and a half walk? Which do we want?" she asked, unstringing her bow and meticulously coiling it to replace it in a pouch on her belt. Unstrung, the staff stood almost as tall as her her 5'2". But despite not being very tall, she was one of the the best archers in the guard. Even if her bow was almost as tall as she was.

...if we have nothing left to lose?

[Virulent Battleaxe]

「γℓαrα s. ωalτzI」 ｆｏｕｒｔｈ ｇ ｕ ａ ｒ ｄOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Blood type on the sleeve,
my serial number on the sleeve,
wish me luck in the battle, wish me--

■ ■ ■ Ylara arrived at the scorched tree a minute or so after Ari. "Thank ye much for telling me the color," she said, referring to the contacts, whose container she shook gently between her thumb and index finger, and tossed over to Joan. The wig, she handed to Ari. "Didn't ask for a specific color, hope that's okay; here's the wig cap, case you need it," she informed, shrugging a little. She knelt, her kneebones cracking, and almost fell over, due to the unusual weight above her. Regaining her balance, after some flailing, she cleared her throat and queried, "What shall the plan be, then?" Her eyes crawled to Lax, and she worried dully about the sight that the squad would make, despite their disguises. Perhaps she could pretend to be a circus performer who got separated from her crew and, reluctant to travel all on her lonesome, what with all these Deathwalker tales circulating around, decided to hitch a ride with Joan and Ari (an executioner and an arena fighter, respectively). Or, she could be a fruit vendor. Wouldn't hurt to stick some more succulent edibles on Lax. ■ ■ ■

(do not stay in the grass,
do not stay in the grass)
--wish me luck,
wish me luck!

[Turako]

~Leonardo Evangelista, the Full Metal Vestec, Squad 19~

Leon had also felt the persuing presence come towards the group. Perhaps all of their arguing had alerted this arguing alerted this Deathwalker to their location. Fortunately, Amaya was able to block the Deathwalker's attack before any damage was done. Rather than immediately help Amaya, Leon just stood there and waited to see how she would get out of this stalemate.

Instead, Leon began to think about what brought the Deathwalker here. It was abnormal for one to just attack a group of Silver Guard out in the open. In a case like this, Deathwalkers usually would go after one Silver Guard if they outnumbered them 3 to 1 or at least if they were going to be caught and their backs were to the wall. But this Deatwalker had come completely out of hiding to attack. Leon figured it was either being controlled, or it was a decoy for an ambush.

Even so, he didn't sense anymore in the immediate area. Leon had only waited a few seconds before he made his move. "Isn't it annoying when someone is late?" Leon asked mockingly. It wasn't really any time for jokes, but he just wanted to show Amaya how he felt. Leon never was one to let something go easy. He drew his sword and swung his sword horizontally over Amaya's head slicing the Deathwalker in the neck and decapitating it. The kiss from Elizabeth earlier still lingered on Leon's lift giving him more than enough strength to fight.

[Mochateen]

εlιzαβετh εllιστ frαy
τhε hαηδlεr σf ςqυαδ ηιηετεεη


Elizabeth did not know what else to do but continue on with the search. She continued walking on from her spot when she noticed Amaya coming at her. It was definitely strange at first until she could hear the growling of a Deathwalker just behind her. It was too quick, Elizabeth would not be able to turn fast enough to get him with her dagger. But Amaya caught on and locked on. Elizabeth got away in enough time before Leonardo took the head off and Elizabeth was left in the safe. She stood tall, these things would happen obviously. Elizabeth nodded her head that she was okay, looking at Leonardo, it was unbelievable that he was still able to use the power of the kiss earlier. Perhaps, she really did put too much feeling into it.


τhσυghτς: too much feeling
ωιτλ: Leo, Auron, and Squad 12
lσcατιση: destroyed settlement
σσc: ...

[Turako]

(( this roleplay just unexpectedly died))