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Kiska

'A moment of stillness in the rush of chaos makes all the difference'

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a character in “The Magic Hunters of Valderia”, as played by Mosswine Leader

Description

'Mastery of oneself is to maintain an inner peace even in the rushing chaos called life'

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Name: Kiska
Gender: Female
Age: 8
Race: Kiganjo

Physical Description: Towering over most races at a lofty 8' 5", Kiska's stature is only matched by her bulk. She most resembles a Nord woman, with generous proportions and rippling musculature, belying a strength to put most males to shame. Kiska prefers to wear loose robes in muted, earthy colors, though she has been known to tie lilies into her hair. Speaking of her golden locks, Kiska allows them to cascade around her shoulders, glimmering and splendorous. The hair is real gold, pulled into wires as thin as hair, yet it feels soft and lush.

Skin color: Slate grey
Hair color: Gold
Eye Color: White Marble

Occupation: Wandering Guardian

Bio: Birthed from the heart of a mountain, Kiska wandered the land for awhile, formless and mindless. She stumbled upon a tribe of Nords on a hunting expedition, and though she was regarded with suspicion at first, one of the women of the tribe approached the Elemental, intending to make friends. Kiska immediately bonded to her, and followed the Nord around for two years, learning the ways of her people. Eventually, Kiska chose a name and form for herself, partially modeled off her "mother" and partially a conglomeration of the women of the village. She appointed herself as the guardian of her new family, patrolling the village and warding off would-be attackers.

A sweeping wave of sickness took her tribe very suddenly during one harsh winter, leaving her with no one to guard or care for. Deeply saddened, Kiska left the harsh north for the gentler climes of the south, in search for a new family to watch over.

Home Nation: Nordic Federation
Home city: Hjalmskera

Personality: A gentle giant. Kiska views her fellow inhabitants of the land with a mixture of affection and curiosity. To her, their erratic movements and constant chaos is confusing, almost to the point of incomprehension. Any great exertion or movement on her part only comes with dire necessity, such as a threat to her charges. Kiska possesses a strong maternal instinct, often treating the other races as her children whether they like it or not. She's slow to anger, but once at the point where she's ready to cause some violence, there will be a great reckoning for those on the receiving end of her wrath.

Likes: Animals, flowers, the Sun, birds
Dislikes: Violence, rivers, rude people

Skills and Abilities:
Combat: Trained in the Nordic unarmed martial art, as well as her own style (which resembles freestyle wrestling) to take advantage of her size. Also fully capable of using her Earth magic both offensively and defensively.
Non-Combat: Learned the art of Pottery and Blacksmithing from her "family", which falls very well into her natural talents as an Earth Elemental. Is good with children as well as "children". Also a skilled orater thanks to the tradition of storytelling from her "family".

Equipment & Weapons: A 7' club/walking stick, travelling robes.

Magic: Earth magic, particularly adept at creation (i.e. swords, maces, shields, armor, etc.), but she can also use it more classically. Throwing boulders, raising earth walls, causing minor earthquakes, burrowing through the earth.

So begins...

Kiska's Story

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The children were swarming the dancing oaf at a faster rate. He must have used magic, reasoned Felix, who stared harder. No, balloons. Something had to be done, "Hey Hugo." "What." "100 Doubels says I can make that clown look like a total jerk face with out moving from this spot." Hugo scratched his chin and then glared at Felix, "Counter wager, how 'bout you don't." Felix pretended to consider the counter wager, "Alright, how about a counter counter wager, How 'bout I do, or I will be turning on my favorite sleeping aid." Hugo's eyes widened, "You won't dare put him on in deep Solarian lands, if you dare try to turn that radio on I will strangle you." Felix tilted his head "Oh contrare, and on top of which you're talking to me aloud." Hugo quickly shut his mouth and began to look forwards blankly. Felix smiled a little and quickly readjusted his position. In a flash Felix quickly shifted into a Southern Shooting Porcupine and fired one quill into the mass of ballons. Felix quickly shifted back into his cat form and watched as the children, he hated so much, burst into tears. "Felix you are a gigantic jerkface."

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Summer Solstice Festival was here again. The one day a year that the heavenly globe known as the Sun hangs high in the sky for the majority of the day, it's a well known festival day. In Kergstein, the festival is a really big deal, as most tourists make a pseudo-pilgramage there each year, which provides a huge boost to the local economy. In the Town Square, festivities were underway and in full swing, with revelers and merchants celebrating Sele's grace with song and dance. Near the middle of the square, a large group of children clustered around a statue, scribbling on it with chalk and laughing merrily.

The statue was of a smiling matron, garbed in impressive stone plate-armor and seated on the edge of the fountain. She was depicted with her head in one palm, eyes closed and resting her elbow on her knee, feet crossed. The most visually striking feature of the statue was the hair, which seemed to be a wild cascade of pure gold thread spilling about the shoulders and down its back. Most of the plates on its armor were covered in drawings, depicting the Sun, Sele, and various aspects of nature. Many of the children were talking to the statue, telling it about whatever fanciful ideas popped into their heads. Suddenly, a child came running up to the statue, sobbing and holding a popped balloon.

Very slowly, a change fell upon the statue. Its eyes slowly opened, searching for the source of distress. The child held his popped balloon up for the statues inspection, tears running down his reddening face. The statue breathed in, the sound audible for several meters.

"My! What has befallen you, little one?" A booming voice issued forth from the mouth of the now awoken Kiganjo, deep yet womanly. Kiska reached down, scooping the child up with one arm and cradled him in the crook of her elbow. The rest of the children paid him no mind, instead darting off to participate in the maypole or cause havoc in the crowds. Pointing one grubby hand in the direction of the balloon merchant/clown, he whined some unintelligible gibberish and waved the popped balloon in the air, futily trying to get it to float again. Nodding in understanding, Kiska gained her feet, sending a light cloud of chalk dust into the air around her.

Everyone in the immediate area backed up, some in fear, and some calmly. Those that lived in the town were of course used to Kiska being around by now, but the tourists for the most part had never seen an elemental before, and certainly not any living being of Kiska's size. She began to sluggishly plod over to the Fool, giving him ample time to notice her and quickly scramble for another balloon. By the time she reached him, the man was doubled over, winded but holding an elaborate balloon lion out for Kiska's approval. She drew in another breath, causing many of the balloons to drift slightly closer to her.
"My thanks, Fool. Tis a grand creation." She gave him a warm smile, passing the lion to the child in her arm and turned to go back to her spot on the lip of the fountain.
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"Hey Hugo, did you see that too?" "What the moving statue?" "So I'm not crazy." "You're goddamned lucky that you're a shapeshifter." Hugo stood up, "Hey Felix you think she is affiliated with GMHO." Felix stared at Hugo and then suddenly realized what he was going to do. "Whoa buddy we don't have to go to far. I actually would like to keep my skin." Hugo rolled his eyes, "Well I thought it would be a good idea to have an elemental on our side, and thank you for the suggestion." Hugo stood out of his chair and began walking to the elemental, "Wait! Please don't! I won't threaten to turn on the radio again! Please stop." Hugo ignored Felix and stood next to the elemental, Felix motioned for him to stop and Hugo just smiled and waved. "So did you know that there is such a thing as a shapeshifting animal who hates children?" "You son of a gun."

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Turning in surprise, the elemental examined the newcomer with suspicion and moved her arms around her charge defensively. Frowning, Kiska inhaled slowly.

"What are you implying? Be you this shapeshifter? I warn you, I am not to be trifled with." She swiveled her torso a bit, putting her shoulder in between Hugo and the child in her arms. Bending her knees slightly, Kiska prepared to snap the human in two with a kick if he proved to be dangerous.
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Felix glared at Hugo and Hugo smiled back. Felix quickly darted behind the table and tossed up the radio onto the top of the table. Felix glared at Hugo with his paw above the on button and Hugo glared back. "Your move." "It seems we have an impass." "So we do." "Felix I will shoot that damned radio and you will owe me a new radio." Hugo turned his head to the elemental. "Sorry thats my comrade, he's a gigantic jerkface, and he hates," Felix raised his paw over the on button. "children." Felix's eyes widened as he went for the button. With a quick motion Hugo drew out The Punisher and fired three rounds into the radio, "AND NOW YOU OWE ME A NEW RADIO YOU JERKFACE!" Hugo extended his hand to the elemental, "The name's Hugo, care to become a magic hunter?"

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Humans never ceased to astound her. Not only was this one talking to a cat as if the beast could understand him, but he also appeared to be slightly unhinged mentally. Kiska edged away from him a bit, still glaring suspiciously.

"You humans and your chaos. I know not what a Magic Hunter is, but I know that you need take your leave of this place," she warned. Kiska deposited the child in the care of his parents, who had stopped by to see what all the fuss was about. Upon hearing the words Magic Hunter, they began to titter with excitement.

"You're joining the Magic Hunters, Kiska? That's wonderful news! Maybe when you're all rich and famous you can come back here and share some with us, eh?" The couple turned to their friends, spreading the good news that their resident elemental was joining the Magic Hunters to bring them all great wealth and items of wonder.
Immediately confused and more than a little frustrated, Kiska tried to dissuade the townsfolk, but they wouldn't hear any of it. Several children came by to wish her safe travels, eyes filled to the brim with tears. Kiska turned to Hugo, an upset expression dominating her face.

"You snake! You had this planned from the beginning, did you not?" Crossing her arms over her chestplate, Kiska sighed heavily, rustling Hugo's coat. "Very well, if only to ensure you do not cause harm to my children with your insanity, I will escort you."
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Hugo gave the elemental a big grin, "Pish Pish, that would suggest I plan things, I don't often plan things. Yeah, and I'm sorry if I frightened the children, but hey kids love guns," Hugo rubbed his right arm and cringed, "And they love firing them into people, apparently, who woulda thunk." Hugo looked over to the table and noticed that it lacked the "Magic Hunters Recruitment Drive" sign. "Oh I have an idea! Why don't you help me recruit more people, and I promise I will not shoot anymore radios." Hugo quickly ran to the back of the table and pulled out the sign that said in messy handwriting "Super Awesome Magic Hunters Recruitment." "So you wanna help?"

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Kiska scowled intensely at Hugo, unsure of whether or not to kick the man in half and save herself the trouble later or humor him out of her love for all races. Finally, her maternal instincts won out, and she held out her hand for the sign, though she deigned not to say anything. Soon, Kiska found herself by Hugo's table, holding his sign into the air and waving at people, back into her normal good mood. Many stopped by just to chat with them, wishing Kiska good luck and fortune or questioning Hugo about his plans for the future.
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June 21--10:32 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


The puppets whirled around in front of Thomas as he continued to guide them with nothing but his gestures, a huge smile on his face. It was times like this, where he was devoting all his thoughts and energy to his Fan Service, when he felt most happy, because he could forget about all the things he didn't want to about while he was doing so. No need to worry about his mission or its consequences, all he needed to do was keep his fans happy and laughing, as a number of younger fans approached.

From a tree, Michael was watching his brother's performance while scanning the area. Seeing his brother so happy made the pink-haired boy feel better as well, because just as Thomas had been worrying about how Michael would cope, Michael had been worrying about Thomas for the same reason. Of course, Michael only could spare a few seconds to look at Thomas' show, because he had to return to his own duty and keep gazing out across the people in the square.

Suddenly, there was the sound of gunshots, startling both brothers and most of Thomas' fans, and they all looked in one direction to see a crazy man--Teker, it seemed--shouting at his cat about how his pet now owed him a radio. "What in tarnation...?!" Michael spun around in that direction and nearly caused himself to fall out of the tree in the process, but he managed to catch a branch just in time. Lifting himself back into position, he raised his right hand, and the pink gem upon the bracelet on his wrist flashed.

At the same time, Michael's left eye flashed, changing to a bright orange color. Narrowing his eyes, he looked in the direction of that man, and was immediately taken aback. "That man...! His magic signature is strong!" he murmured to himself. But his eyes also fixated on the "statue" of a woman standing next to him, holding a poorly-written sign advertising a magic-hunting guild, for its magic signature was also quite notable. Was it actually a statue? He had to go check. Jumping down from the tree, he passed a hand over his left eye, which reverted to its original emerald green color, and started walking towards the booth.

Thomas, for his part, was extremely annoyed when his fans were also gaping at the sight of the man. "Goddammit, there goes my Fan Service," he muttered, before doing his best to try and attract the fans' attention again.

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Maleki


Maleki had already made his way through a handful of stall, some selling trinkets and goods while other sold food, drinks and sweets. The smells of all the food had pulled at him and he could not help but have a bit, he had to admit that the food was rather good for human fare. The crowd flowed around him and the stalls, most people moving at a far quicker pace then he himself was. When it came to his job hunt he had so far had little luck, other than an apple merchant looking for some manual labor, nothing really caught his attention as a good option. The square was full of humans of all sizes, both little and big, most of them engaging in the celebrations of whatever this festival was about. At least Maleki hoped that it was a festival, it seemed insane for any group to have a celebration like this more than a few times a year. You had children running left and right, merchants shouting towards people about the good they were selling, a couple fools entertaining people. A rather large group of people were even gathered around a man playing with what looked like dolls. Maleki even bothered to stop by for a moment, watching as the dolls danced around under the control of a yellow haired human, judging from the smile on the man’s face he was enjoying both the attention he was receiving as well as the performance he was giving. He moved on after a moment though, he enjoyed a good show himself but he wanted to see what he could find.

The sound of gunshots broke through the crowd, a sound that was all too familiar to Maleki. Instinctively his hand moved towards his blade on his back, pulling it slightly from its scabbard as his eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the source of the sound. He had been on high alert since going on the run, as such the sounds of violence immediately put him on edge. What he saw though put him quickly at ease, instead of an opponent that he would need to fight he simply saw a human having discharged his weapon into some sort of machine. What did catch his attention the most though was the fact that the man was talking, or rather yelling, towards a rather large stone woman. Some variant of earth elemental in all likely hood, Maleki had run into a pair of who had left an impression, on his backside, in the shape of a boot. His uncle had even lectured him on the nature of elementals a few times, well to be specific the lectures were more his uncle talking about all the different varieties of elementals that he had run into before.

After a moment Maleki began moving again, the sight of a troll with a partially drawn weapon staring intently towards the other side of the square had caused a number of people to take notice, with a grunt he released his blade and letting it slide back into its sheath as he began walking again. It was only a few moment later that the celebrations picked back up in full again, the slight confusion quickly vanishing as people got back to what they were doing. Maleki made his way through the crowd, stopping at one or two more stalls before making his way towards the gun shooting human and earth elemental. At this point the statue was holding a sign advertising some sort of hunting group, the almost barbaric scrawl on it made it rather difficult to read. The idea of a hunt was rather appealing to him.

It took him a few moment to wade his way through the crowd before he got to the booth, from this distance he could better make out the words on the sign, a magic hunting party sounded rather interesting. From what he knew they were able to make rather large amounts of money and more importantly they were kept on the move most of the time which sounded rather good to Maleki since he wanted to avoid staying in one place. He studied the two people at the booth. The earth elemental was obviously female, large and stone-like which had been rather obvious even from the other side of the square, she was waving towards people which seemed rather odd for someone of such great size, yet her stone flesh moved easily through the motions. The human was rather odd himself, he wore his black hair and a ponytail in addition to a rather plain looking trench coat except for the long patch that seemed to mark some sort of organization. The man seemed like the sort who was a rater old campaigner, the type of person who instead of becoming hard and powerful had become complacent and easy going. Maleki could not help but scowl a little at it, he did not seem like the type of person who would make for a good employer, but it still seemed like a better option than the apple merchant. Moving in front of the he approached the booth, walking forward he placed his hand on the counter before the man, his eyes surveying the place slowly as he spoke. “What work do you have bossman?”

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Just a little bit further... Spotface tickled the clasp of the necklace again, angling ever so slightly, so that the once the thing was off it would fall right in his palm. Being truthful, this game wasn't much more interesting than the pocketwatches; getting to the right height to reach the necklaces had taken some creativity, but now that Spotface had burrowed within a cocoon of hanging stuffed animal prizes, the rest was the simple. He was going to quit, only, this necklace had the look of a magic item...

Somewhere not far off, the sound of gunshots rang and echoed, joining with yelps and worried murmuring. Spotface jumped, his fingers fumbling, and the woman turned to face him in sudden horror. As the jewelry sprung loose from her neck, her voice went from pleasantly melodious to a high pitched shriek. "Help, thIIEEEF!" The comedy of her sudden voice change gave Spotface only a moment more to burst from his perch and away down the road. Rapid footsteps and urgent voices confirmed that the city watch was close on his tail. Distantly, he realized that he was running in the direction the shots came from--not particularly smart, Spotface, there will probably be more guards waiting for you--but it was too late now. He darted and weaved below tables, stalls, carts, and dresses. Turning down an alley that proved to be a dead end, men bounded in after to end the chase, only to find it empty. With a whoosh and the whizz-zip of his grappling shot, in seconds he was on the rooftops, ripping off his goggles and applying a fake beard. Jumping from roof to roof, he found a discrete place to clamber down, and bumped into the very same beggar from before--who was happy to supply Spotface with some spare rags.

He figured it would take a while to hobble quietly and slowly out of town, but it wasn't really an issue. No one paid any attention to beggars, after all, especially a greenskin. Winded from the running and excitement, he stopped to rest in the main square, where an amusing sign caught his attention. Super Awesome Magic Hunters, you say? Why, I was practically doing that just now!

The more Spotface thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him. He could use his skills on real world challenges instead of juvenile games, and in ways less likely to get him arrested. Working on a team might not be so bad, either, Spotface realized. That beggar, he mused, had probably been the first person he'd been friendly with in several months of traveling solo. Slipping into the shadows, he worked his way around the square until he arrived at the table in question. There was quite an array of people waiting there, and Spotface couldn't help but pause for a moment to take in, not one, but two towering giants. “What work do you have bossman?” the blue one asked. Regaining his composure, he walked as confidently as he could manage to the Teker manning the table.
"Yeah, uh.. where do I sign?"

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(You can edit Fera's display name, you know. I recommend doing it soon.)

June 21--10:33 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


While Michael was approaching the booth of the Magic Hunter, he saw a goblin and a troll both go up, asking to join. Well, they're attracting a rather interesting crowd... A bit more intrigued, Michael continued to approach, glancing at the "statue" once again. He still was rather interested in it, but it was best to keep his mind on his goals now. But it was clear now that it--no, she--was alive, and so just in case, he kept a meter away from the rock giant.

Walking past the troll and the goblin, he went up to the crazy man in the trenchcoat, silently praying said man had a bit more sanity than in his first impression, and asked, "Excuse me, sir, but do you think you could give me a few details on your business?" As the pink-haired boy spoke, he raised his left hand and pointed it directly at the sign that the "statue" was holding. "For example, do you have a plan yet for where to start with your magic hunting? A location, perhaps, that you'll be searching first? And when will you be setting off?"

Hopefully it was somewhere close by, or started quite a bit later, for classes went on for one more week, and Michael didn't want to play hooky.

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Just as Thomas managed to get his fans' attention back, he suddenly was interrupted again by a bunny girl landing directly next to him and distracting him, causing the puppets to falter in their movements.

The performer was very annoyed. This was the second time in a row that his show had gotten interrupted, and his fans probably were already starting to wander. He had to end this matter quickly and get on with the show somehow...but how?

"I'm, ah, very sorry to hear you do not feel comfortable with my performance. But unfortunately--" here Thomas gestured to the fans, who were watching him with anxiety and impatience, causing him to worry even more. "--I think you'll find I have quite a few admirers who have been enjoying my performance. So, greatest apologies, but I cannot stop now."

Turning away, he prepared to start up the show, desperately praying that he would not be interrupted a third time.

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Alumaruk had just entered the area of the square dominated by booths when she heard the shots. They came from somewhere across the crowd of people, near an odd puppet performance. Alum paused with the people that crowded around her. There was a collective gasp, then the still silence of halted breath. Before Alum had even properly identified the location of the shots and their purpose, activity rushed back into normalcy. She assumed it was a human trick, or a performance.

Guns weren’t a popular orc weapon. Alum herself carried a walking staff made of white bone and a curved blade on her hip. Killing from a range was disrespectful to the enemy and Fazok. Only animals were hunted with bows, and those were just the fast ones. If someone handed Alum a gun that could kill all her enemies, she would drop it and choose to slowly and meticulously bludgeon them all with her staff.

Alum gripped her staff and took a closer look at the people who swarmed around her. They wore rich clothes of many hues, and draped themselves in twisted gold and silver chains. They gleamed and glittered like strange birds. Amongst them, Alum looked bland. She wore only tan and white cloth skirts, with a belted tan shirt. Her armor was inside the pack slung over her shoulder, but even it was scarce and unappealing. Her armor was tanned leather hide that fit around her vital parts. She wasn’t sure if it would even prevent damage from some of the advanced weapons that humans created, not that she planned on fighting humans.

Alum’s only elaborate accessory was the shawl that held her dreads and braids away from her face. The shawl was plain white, but the stitching varied in color. The effect would seem poor on humans, but the variety of colors spoke volumes to other tribal orcs. Every color told a story of Alum’s travels in nature to find the flowers for the dye. In some cases she might seek among the slick rocks of a waterfall for vermillion, or fight territorial predators for a chance to pluck the rich azure blooms in their territory. Every color in Alum’s shawl held a story only she could tell. Tribal orcs also might notice her long, thick hair, and her strong jaw. Among orc kind, Alum had many appealing features.

Alum kept an eye out for strange human apparel. She would love to tell the story of her adventure as if the whole square was filled to the brim with peacocks. The orc continued to make her way across the square, careful not to step on the tiny human children. She headed toward the sound of the gunshots and the puppeteer.

None of the booths she passed sold anything resembling magic, and neither did they contract the famed magic hunters whispered about in orc cities. It was near the end of her search around the booths, when Alum was near the puppet performance, that she noticed the crowd clustered around a particular booth. Of all the groups she had seen that day, most of them consisted of similarly featured humans. This gang was anything but consistent. Their strangeness gave her pause, until it dawned on the Alum that she had finally found the break she needed right here in Kergstien. She heard words about work and a boss, and about signing up somewhere. She saw the words “Magic Hunters” in the hands of a stone elemental.

Following the rest of the people who swarmed to question the human at the booth, Alumaruk strode forward with a smile that exposed her tusks.

She garbled out the words in common speech, “I’m looking to hunt magic,” and knew it was lost in the commotion of many speaking at once. The dancing puppets and crowds of shrieking children, the swarming sweaty people in their confusing clothes, and the energy and anxiety of the other inquirers at the booth made Alum’s blood boil. She felt her temper rise along with her temperature. The orc ground her teeth together and shouted above the commotion of the festival festivities.

“I’M LOOKING TO HUNT MAGIC.”

And she hoped that someone understood her accent.

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Seraphina walked around trying to find the booth for the Magic Hunters for a few more minutes. She sighed feeling frustrated, because she thought that by the time that she got there all the spots for a good party would be taken up. Sera looked around some more and scratched her neck. "Oh in the name of Sele. Why wasn't I gifted with a better sense of direction!" She said to herself exasperatedly.

Seraphina saw from a few yards away, a giant of a woman. She wore a unique rock armor and she was very intrigued with her style and appearance wanting very much to meet her and ask who she was. Seraphina walked over and got closer to the crowd she started beaming seeing the booth finally behind the now two giants, a goblin, and...a perfomer from before?

Seraphina had heard about the puppetier Thomas, she thought that he had an okay character, yet if he wasn't so materialistic then he could focus more on the strength of his magic and be very powerful. She then got close enough to see a handsome man in the booth, wearing a trenchcoat and had a cat on his shoulder. Sera couldn't help but giggle and smile at seeing the cat. Out of all the animal she had seen in the world, cats had to be her favorite and the thing that she wanted most as a pet. Unfortunately she could not have one because she would have one for so little time in her life that she wouldn't be able to take the heart ache of losing it.

She kept he wings against her back as best she could, but in such a big crowd it was hard to keep the muscles tense for that long of a time. As neared the edge of the interesting group and said very politely, "Excuse me...pardon me please." She smiled and she looked up at giants and decided she'd have to start a conversation later with her.

Seraphina finally got to the booth and she looked at the man with the trenchcoat. "Um, hello. I am Seraphina, I would like to join a Magic Hunting Party...Um, I am already a member of the GMHO. I was hoping that there could be a use for a Seraph here." She blushing smiling happily as she giggled quietly.

"May I please pet your cat? I love cats." She said feeling excited about being able to pet a kitty.

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Felix stared at the growing crowd around and began flicking his tail back and forth. "Hugo, are you going to answer the questions of this ideal and racially diverse group, or are you going to sit there LIKE SOME MUTE IDIOT?" Felix turned his head to glare at Hugo and possibly smack him around, but he wasn't there. "Yo Felix!" Felix quickly swerved his head to where Hugo's voice was coming from, underneath the table, of course, "Where the hell did we place the contracts?" Felix facepawed, "They're next to our broken radio." "Okay, found it! Thanks Felix,"Hugo emerged from underneath the table with two fat stacks of paper. Hugo slammed the two piles onto the table.

"Before I begin I am required by law to give a quick disclaimer. Magic hunting is dangerous job that has a high fatality rate and may lead to painful and gruesome death, also be cool and don't do drugs. Now that everyone here is aware of the consequences of magic hunting we can continue. Greetings, my name is Hugo and I am the Hunts Master of this party. This my comrade Felix, I wouldn't recommend trying to pet him, but you can test your luck if you want." Felix glared at Hugo who returned the look with a smile. "The party will be acting as an official expedition party that will act on the behalf of the GMHO and because of this I cannot divulge the details of the expedition in public or to non party members. If the circumstances were different I would be free to tell everything, but the GMHO doesn't like people knowing everything about what they do and I'd like to keep my license and my life. You are also required to sign either a two month or four month contract to join the party so that you will be able to receive the necessary visas. So who wants to get rich or die a horrendous and painful death trying?" Hugo pulled out a large cardboard tube and pulled the string at the very bottom, unleashing a torrent of multicolored confetti and streamers. "Where the hell did you get that?" "Places my dear Felix, places.

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A train comes rolling into a station, slowly grinding to a stop. with a hiss, the train’s doors slide open. “Kiergestein, Kiergestein station. Please watch your step when getting of the train.” the message repeats itself a few times more as the passengers stream out of the train and onto the station. As the train empties out., a metallic figure hops out of the exit, landing onto platform with a thud. “Wow, that was a long train ride. Almost succumbed to boredom on the way here.” The figure said. “Now, how do i get to the central square?” With that question in mind, he went asking around, but many were reluctant to mention anything at all, besides a friendly elderly lady whom he suspected had a case of bad eyesight. Nonetheless, she detailed him the exact way to get to the centre from where he was. Thanking the elderly lady, he made his way there, stopping briefly to buy a newspaper.

“Hey, didja hear? Some nutter fired a few shots at a cat in central square.””Yeah yeah, heard that already. get with the times rog my buddy.” Is what a middle aged men said to another. “Reading this newspaper will have to wait.”Gainsboro said as he tucked the newspaper under his right arm, and continued on his way towards the centrum. Each step fast and with purpose, The click-clacking sound his metal feet made upon the cobblestone street audible enough to attract numerous looks during his brisk walk. When he finally made it to the square He noticed three glaringly obvious things.

One: The very flamboyant performer on stage who looked highly annoyed by the rabbit kindred next to him.
Two: The most diverse group of all time was gathered around one spot.
Three: The Grey, gargantuan women who held a sign which looked small in her hands, up in the air which had "Super Awesome Magic Hunters Recruitment." crudely written on it. “Truly, a toddler could have done a better job of writing it”. Is what he thought.

He but away his still unread newspaper in his slingbag and retrieved his Proof of assignment letter from the main United Keter States GMHO branch. He made his way to the extraordinary group, his foot falls ever audible as walked around the group until he saw the person next to the giant of a women, a relatively tall, well built man who wore his hair in a tail, who he just saw slamming two stacks of paper on the table, giving the shortest disclaimer he ever heard and introducing himself as Hugo and his feline companion as Felix.

"The party will be acting as an official expedition party that will act on the behalf of the GMHO and because of this I cannot divulge the details of the expedition in public or to non party members. If the circumstances were different I would be free to tell everything, but the GMHO doesn't like people knowing everything about what they do and I'd like to keep my license and my life. You are also required to sign either a two month or four month contract to join the party so that you will be able to receive the necessary visas. So who wants to get rich or die a horrendous and painful death trying?" After he finished talking, and after letting various people including the bunnygirl respond to Hugo, Gainsboro addressed the man.

“Sir. I have been newly assigned to you by the main Teker GMHO branch.” He says as he holds out his assignment letter. “My name is Variable Proto System, Grand Walker Frame III; “Gainsboro Twelve”. You may call me Gainsboro Twelve. Am i also required to fill in these forms, and is there anything i can assist you with at the moment, sir?” He asked, his voice somewhat altered through the voice box behind his faceplate, and slightly muffled by the faceplate itself.

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June 21--10:35 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


By the time the Huntsmaster-to-be had finished speaking and sent confetti flying everywhere, Michael was staring at him with a confounded look. This man did...not seem quite right in the head. He was rather spontaneous, and as far as Michael could see, not entirely trustworthy. And just what was he doing, talking to his cat?

But one thing was clear: Hugo would not be giving him any more information. Combing the confetti and streamers out of his short, pink hair, Michael turned around and started walking away without giving much of a farewell at all. As soon as he was sure he was out of eyesight of the crowd at the booth, however, he glanced backwards, and for a fraction of a second, his eye flashed orange once more, allowing him to see the magic signatures of everyone at that stand.

And good heavens, there were plenty of tremendously powerful people there! The "statue" lady, the Huntsmaster, a young lady with white hair, even a man in a black suit who sat a small distance from the booth...actually, whether the man in the suit was involved, Michael didn't know, but that wasn't the point...in any case, he could see that the power flowing through their bodies exceeded both his and Thomas' at normal levels.

Just as Michael was wondering why so many powerful people had come to this Hunting Party in particular, his thought process was interrupted by metallic clanking--and he looked up barely in time to see what appeared to be a robotic suit walking past. For a few moments, Michael continued to stare in awe while it marched to the booth--and then, he made up his mind about something.

Rushing into a dark alley, he raised a hand to his bracelet and made a short yet urgent conversation with someone else. "...Yes. I understand. I'll tell him right away." After that was over, he made another call, this time to Thomas.

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Thomas, meanwhile, was bowing to his audience with a triumphant smile on his face. The show had gone with no further distractions, and his fans were very pleased--though Thomas himself had panicked internally when the loud robotic suit had gone past, but thankfully his Fan Service had not been ignored.

The people around him were now shouting for an encore performance, and Thomas was about to reply when he noticed the violet gem on his bracelet flashing. Although rather annoyed, this time, he knew something important was going on. "Ah, hold on a moment, my fans. Your encore will begin shortly." Raising a hand one more time, he packed the puppets into the dark violet box and rushed away, where he could continue his conversation in peace. "What is it, Michael? I need to do an encore!"

"Well, I'm sorry, but your Fan Service must wait a bit longer," his younger brother's voice retorted. "Listen, Thomas. There was a booth next to your show--remember it? Where that crazy man shot at his cat?"

"Yes, what about it?" Thomas asked impatiently.

There was a pause on the other side of the line. Then, "We would like you to join that man's Hunting Party."

"Pfft, I'm too busy for-" Thomas suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the bracelet as though it had turned into a jellyfish. "Wait, WHAT?! Why would I need to do that?!"

Michael's voice continued, but the voices were getting louder around his end, so he probably was re-entering the main square. "Most of the people looking to be in that Hunting Party are extremely strong. That level of strength is exactly what Fath..." The words suddenly halted, and in that moment, Thomas bowed his head rather miserably while Michael resumed speaking in a shakier voice. "...what we are looking for. So...he asked you to join."

"Well, why not you? I've got work to do!" Even though what Michael almost said had dampened his spirits, Thomas was still rather determined not to go.

"There's still one week of classes left, so I can't go. And, well, you...know why we can't send Christopher.'" Another silence fell between the brothers before Michael finally resumed talking. "Well, in any case, you're the only one out of us that can go. So, I'll ask the Huntsmaster if you can enter. Get back to the square, alright? You can do your encore after we're finished."

Finally, Thomas reluctantly agreed and headed back towards the center of the city.

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Right. This should work out fine. Michael, at this point, had reached the booth again, and raised a hand to call attention to himself. "Excuse me, sir," he called to Hugo. "I will not be joining your Hunting Party myself just yet, but could I reserve a spot for someone else?"

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Hugo leaned on the table and looked the bunny girl in the eyes and smiled, "No, I said that main goal is to get rich or die in horrendous ways trying. After all, magic hunters don't just die, they die horrific, painful, and gruesome deaths, unless they do drugs or they have a heart condition." Hugo dropped his serious tone in favor of a much friendlier version.

"I'm required to make sure that most participants know that most deaths are horrible, it reduces liability. Here's the dealio, I don't know where you got the idea that we will be searching for vaults, cause only a fool plans on finding vaults, unless the fool has map, but then he wouldn't be a fool, he would be a very rich person in the near future." Hugo paused for moment, "Wait, I'm getting off topic, shit." Hugo quickly cleared his throat, "I'm not going to lie, there is a possibility of finding a vault, but it's not a guarantee and it won't be our primary objective. But what we find, what we do with the vault is all up to the future us, you know what I mean? And there's also the fact that I can't predict what future Hugo will do in a vault." Hugo pulled out two contract choices and presented them to the bunny girl, "I'm not going to judge but I have to know, are you one of the plague cure chasers? It's okay if you are, but don't raise any hopes." Hugo dipped the quill and placed it in front of the two contract options, "Alright Floppsy, sign on the dotted line if you're still interested."

Hugo picked up two contracts and handed it to the seraph, "And Angel Dust, you should know the routine, choose the contract length you want and sign on the dotted line and you'll be in. It'll be great to have a healer and a veteran on board." Hugo pulled out another pair of contracts and handed them to the half elf, "Don't call it a quest, you'll make it sound like a field trip for small children. If you're interested, sign on the the dotted line, and you can join the crew. But I'm not going to accept your help, to be honest I don't trust the bureaucratic abilities of someone named Donnie, you look like a Donnie, are you named Donnie?" Hugo gave the half elf a big smile, "Just messin', though I will need your name. There are people named Donnie everywhere and you can't trust people named Donnie."

Hugo turned to the iron clad man, "Nice to meet you, but that wasn't a name, and I refuse to refer to you by a product code so I'm going give you a nickname, and I'll let you choose which nickname ya get since you gave something that was supposed to be a name. So your choices are Robo-Enforcer or Plate Face." Hugo pushed the two contract options forwords, "You can get back to me on that choice with a signed contract."

Hugo glared at the fruity haired teenager, "Listen Berry Boy, this isn't a dumping ground for your reject boyfriends, I don't accept reservations. Isn't that right Felix. Felix?" Hugo turned his head to where Felix was sitting, "Shit, what the hell Felix! Where did you go?"

Felix had left during the flurry of questions and answers. Hugo was being loud, there were too many people around the table and Felix decided it would be best to scope out the other applicants. As he slipped through the crowd Felix detected a faint and familiar smell as well as its accompanying presence. Felix soon spotted that red scarf, and that blond hair. So it really was Morgan, even though she aged, Felix still thought she still looked the same. She still looked like a half breed and she still accessorized like a socialist. Felix leaped onto Morgan's shoulder by using Morgan's traveling companion as a boost. Felix smiled and began tapping a message into the forehead of Morgan in Morse Code. The message was on the lines of, "Greetings compatriot who dresses like a communist, how goes your glorious revolution? Also if Hugo was here with me he would most likely say some form of hello."

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"Nice to meet you, but that wasn't a name, and I refuse to refer to you by a product code so I'm going to give you a nickname, and I'll let you choose which nickname ya get since you gave something that was supposed to be a name. So your choices are Robo-Enforcer or Plate Face. You can get back to me on that choice with a signed contract." The recruiter had said.

“Oh sir, you wound me. I hold considerable pride in my name you know? I am saddened you wouldn’t even settle for Gainsboro.” The Voltikron said before a small chuckle escaped him. “ I jest, it doesn’t bother me to that extend. Can’t say the same for the lead designer. Cute kid. I’d break her heart if she heard about it though. ” He took the form with the 4 month option, and started filling it in. While he filled in the form, he thought about those two nicknames.”Robo-enforcer? What am i? a kill bot? “TARGET EXTERMINATED, AWAITING NEW DIRECTIVES. NEW DIRECTIVES AQCUIRED, ENGAGING NEW TARGET.” He tried to stifle a snicker as he imagined it. “Plate face was just as bad. Seriously, this Hugo guy is quite unimagineative. Let’s just get this form filled in.” He thought.

"Age, birthplace, race aaand done.” He handed his now filled in form back to Hugo as he spoke. “Here you go sir. Now about those nicknames… They sound both quite horrible and uncreative. I’d really prefer it if you’d just call me Gainsboro or even Gain, but if you have to be stubborn about it, At least call me Dan, Metalman or Tinman. Heck, even Tincan’s better.” He tried to explain to the GMHO assigned recruiter. “Either way, i’ll be sitting over here reading my newspaper until you need me.” He said while shrugging, as he made his way towards a nearby bench. He took his newspaper out of his bag and sat down, Crossing his left leg over the right in a casual manner. He started reading the frontpage slowly, taking his time reading it, all the while whistling what he thought was a soft, pleasant tune.

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June 21--10:38 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire


"B-boyfriend?!" Michael spluttered, utterly unable to understand where the most-certainly-not-right-in-the-head Huntsmaster had gotten that notion from. But already Hugo was wondering with anger where someone named Felix had gone. "How rude...honestly, I worry about what I'm getting Thomas into," the pink-haired boy muttered to himself.

At that moment, he heard the crowd of Thomas' fans cheering, and knew the reason why without even turning around. The puppeteer celebrity had returned to the square already. Alright, time to get down to business.

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Waving to his fans and giving them his usual stage smile, Thomas quickly locked onto Michael with his eyes and began walking in his direction. "Okay, let's get this thing over with," he sighed as soon as he could no longer see his fans in his peripheral vision. "So this is the thing you want me to spend my precious time for?"

"Yes," Michael replied, sounding none too happy--Thomas could see him glaring at a man in a trench coat. Though he couldn't guess what happened, Thomas shrugged and took one of the forms, beginning to sign it without really giving much of a greeting to any of the people standing around him. "Um, shouldn't you say something first?" Michael asked, indicating the man in the trench coat. "You should at least introduce yourself, right?"

Once again, Thomas shrugged without seeming to care much. "Not my problem," he replied. "So, what are you planning to do in exchange for all this trouble you'll be putting me through? I don't want to be away from my fans for too long."

"When classes are over, I will go after your party. Just message your location to me at that time, Thomas," his younger brother instructed. This made Thomas feel better, knowing that he wouldn't have to suffer through this alone.

The blanks on the paper were soon filled with Thomas' somewhat untidy handwriting. "Alright, we're ready," Thomas sighed, putting the pen down. "Now, who am I supposed to give this to..." Pointed in the direction of the man in the trench coat once again, Thomas tapped the man on the shoulder and handed his form in. "Well. You are the one in charge, eh? I am Thomas Aefenleoht, and I'll be entering your party. No objections, I hope."

Not far away, he could hear his fans gasping in surprise and saying things such as "Thomas is joining a Hunting Party?" "What would he ever need to do that for?" "He's got weird tastes at times, huh?" Putting a hand to his face, the puppeteer figured his fans would not give him a rest at all. This would be a fuuuuuun journey.

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#, as written by Legate
Valar could only watch, stunned as the scene unfolded before him. He had never before seen such use of magic, so much and so potent. However as soon as the mages vanished he realized that the cultists were still there and they were butchering civilians. He got up on the fountain.

"ALRIGH! LISTEN UP! Those of you with medical expertise or healing power stay by the fountain we'll set up a casualty collection point right here. MARKSMEN! Get some height. You can take out targets and call out points of contact to everyone else. EVERYONE ELSE! Pair up, if you can't fight, find someone who can, or stay here and help the wounded. This is not a drill, lets get it right the first time."

People seemed to snap out of their daze and started to jump to what he told them. He stabbed his finger at the girl with the red scar f and her friend because they seemed to be the only two with rifles. "You two, sharpshooters? With me." He said and started moving towards the tower of a nearby tower. "One of you up there, point and call the shots." Myself and the other will be down on the rooves relaying that to the other parties."

He moved off to his own rooftops. Squeezing off shots as he ran. All of a sudden he was blindsided by a huge hit. He rolled losing his rifle and wound up with a cultist on top of him. They rolled through the street Valar holding a knife away from his face while the slavering cultist tried to plunge it into his eye. He snapped the cultists arm out to the side and headbutted him breaking his nose. After that the cultists insane strength seemed to ebb and Valar picked him up and threw him against a post breaking his spine. What the hell was that?! No way a cultist that small should have been able to over power him, they had the strength of 3 men having been empowered from the magi's.

He got onto his roof and started directing the magic hunters to target clusters.

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After giving a bit more of thoughts, Adris had enough about the GMHO. From what he heard and from what he thought, he wasn’t quite convinced to give into a suicidal activity. Besides, he already had something to occupy himself. His job won’t do it itself. Despite that, he decided to enjoy more of the summer solstice festival. He did enjoy it so far; the scent, the colors, the joy in the air and all made his somewhat happy.

He would walk down the streets a bit blindly, but with a small smile on his face. When he found himself down to a plaza. He saw a fountain and walked up to it. He cupped his hand into the water, and bring it close to his face. He needed to hydrate himself after all. Once he threw his head back from this, he heard screams of terror. He looked around as the people looked all at the same direction and pointed up. He did the same. He could no feel the blast of chilled air and the three dark purple pillars of light. He didn’t like this at all.

He turned to the civilians: “Run away! For Sele’s sake, Run!” The civilians look at him in terror first, completely frozen, but it is when he pulled out his gun that they started to run away. Adris sighed, looking back at the spires, then the fountain. He knew something wasn’t right. However, he waited for a bit, making sure it wasn’t just a show the solstice put up.

His confirmation came when some people got out of the streets and some cultist went to feed on them. Adris’ eyes widened a bit, but stayed calm. He looked up at the fountain and bit his lips. He then draw his gun to the cultist and in a swift movement he would press on the trigger, a bullet went direction into the cultist’s head. The mother of the group looked terrified to the deaths of her husband as she held her children close. Adris noticed her to move away, which she did.

Once it was clear, he would bring back his attention to the water. He rose his hands from it. “May my actions won’t be looked upon.” He soon gathered all the water into a giant mass of water. It almost covered all the plaza. He let out a scream of pain as it was hard to keep it in control. He soon threw it towards the spires, which in consequence made waves into the streets. He hoped that his actions would wipe any or those creatures out of the place, and eventually die of drowning. He felt lighter and tired. He reached for his water bottle, which he drank from it. He wasn’t sure what his attack caused for damage.

Afterward, he decided to see if there anybody left around. He started to walk fast since it is the most he could do now. He still heard screams of terror and pain in which helped him to know where they might be. He soon gave up and climbed on some boxes, which stacked to a roof top. From there he would take one of his gun and aim down towards the mass of noise. His vision was a bit blurred and his aim wasn’t very good. Despite that, he still took the risk as he shoot towards the mass of cultist, noticing that he wasn’t sure if any of his shoots reached them. After he emptied his magazines, he would fall unconscious there with his exhaustion finally reaching him.

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