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Khojin Malqir

"I don't suppose we get paid for this? No?"

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a character in “The Rend”, as played by druidquest

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Full Name: Khojin Malqir

Nicknames/Aliases: Grim Sparrow

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Species: Za Ri (Diabi subrace)


Original Canon: The world of Xalgr was a planet in its death throws. Most "civilized" peoples were forced into a vast chain of mountains, plateaus, and flying magitek cities by the Mist which covered the planet's surface, spawning powerful, aggressive monsters that rendered the region too dangerous to inhabit - after all, no one wants to live in a place where a violent beast could spontaneously spawn inside your bedroom. The peoples of Xalgr were nothing if not adaptable, however, and the advancement of magitechnology allowed them to live comfortably above the clouds. Comfort comes at a price, however, and vast quantities of aetherium crystals were required to keep these cities running. Miners risked their lives each day in outposts on the planet's surface, protected only by mercenary Free Companies and barriers which constantly required maintenance.

The story of this world began when a mining outpost in the mountains not far from the city of Hel-Haram suddenly went silent, prompting an investigation by those who would serve as this story's heroes. The arrived to find the miner's dead, the outpost destroyed when an ancient sealing stone finally broke, worn away by the Mist. The demon inside had escaped and gone on a rampage before fleeing into the wilds. This set an unfortunate precedent; if the Mist was removing seals laid down by those who once lived on the planet's surface, then the peoples of Xalgr were in danger of chaos unleashed by sentient evils of great power.

Thus their journey began, as journeys do, to find and, if not reinforce the seals, then destroy the beasts held there before they became a threat to the settlements above. Unfortunately stories are rarely so straightforward, and they eventually came to learn that the mist was not, in fact, the final breaths of a world about to die, but rather a scab meant to help it heal. The mist, lacking sentience, was unable to understand that the seals were not, in fact, wounds, and had been leeching the aether out of them, eventually unleashing a powerful archdemon named Kharberos who sought to devour the heart of Xalgr, a truly immense crystal lying in the planet's core. The heroes clashed with Kharberos and his minions many times, gaining strength and new power granted by Xalgr itself, and when the time came, they chased the archdemon deep into the planet's core for their final confrontation. There, they slew Kharberos's physical vessel, but his essence remained, nearly untouchable even with the powers the heroes had gained. They were forced to abandon Kharberos, their only course of action being to wake Xalgr from its slumber so that it might direct its own aetheric energy, the energy of every being on the planet, into destroying him once and for all.

And of course they succeeded, because they're the heroes, and they always get their happy ending. Even if said happy ending requires the centuries-spanning loss of all magic in the world.


Description: At 4'5", Khojin is fairly average in height for her people. Though a bit thin, she is possessed of a wiry strength and well-defined muscular physique. She has violet hair, kept fairly short, and yellow eyes with vertical pupils. her skin is covered in patches of scales, and a hole in her left cheek leaves pointed teeth visible, giving her a rough, almost feral appearance. She also has a thin, reptilian tail which ends in a triangular point, not unlike a dragon or devil's, which is equal to half her height in length.
Personality: Khojin tends to have a calm demeanor and quiet voice, yet is far from serious. Nearly everything she says is some form of insincerity, yet since she so often speaks in the same slightly disinterested tone with which one might comment on the weather or a new haircut, it can cause her to come off as apathetic and moody. Khojin has great difficulty forming friendships, as she naturally withdraws from any sort of genuine connection, yet at her core Khojin is a kind, gentle girl, and extremely loyal to those she chooses to trust.


Skills/Powers: Khojin has access to dark magical powers, allowing her to rob health from opponents, form areas of damaging miasmic energy, and shoot dark bolts from her hands, among other things. She can also summon a lesser demon in the form of a massive greatsword named Capricorn, whose power and appearance she could augment in her own world through the application of the True Eyes of certain powerful monsters. She is also extremely fast and agile, able to keep out of reach of most opponents, and can jump vertically up to thirty feet. She also possesses a resistance to poison and disease.
Aside from these, Khojin is skilled at hand-to-hand combat, utilizing a style which emphasizes speed and mobility over raw strength. She is also a decent tracker.
Weaknesses: Despite her great speed and damage output, Khojin is extremely fragile, and will tire in prolonged combat, causing her to become more vulnerable to enemy attack. When desperate, she may call upon her Primal Aspect, Ravana, to increase her power exponentially. However, if she has expended too much of her power by that point, she may not be able to control it and be driven into a berserker state, where she is little more than an animal. She also possesses an unfortunate weakness for those she considers friends, which could be used to manipulate her, or catch her off guard.


Brief History: When in her mid-adolescence, Khojin formed an unintentional blood-bond with the demon Capricorn when she removed the sealing stone keeping him in her village. She was thus exiled from her clan, yet her connection to Capricorn also set her on the path to becoming a Dark Knight, arcane warriors with access to powerful dark magic abilities. In her twentieth year she became an agent with a free company of mercenaries known as Dragon Tongue, taking jobs which brought her from the inhabited mountains and flying cities of her world into the Mist-filled, monster-infested lands below. It was here that she was discovered and recruited by the group of adventurers who would eventually save the planet.


Other:
She's a fair cook, and is obsessed with new books due to the rarity with which she comes across literature in her work. She is believed to have been killed in her original canon while holding off Nox Kharberos, but being pulled into the Rend has potentially prolonged her life. She has a Linkpearl crystal, which acts as a kind of laptop/mp3 player. While lacking connectivity, her non-connective functions still work.

Capricorn Status: Zodiac Body (Sealed)
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So begins...

Khojin Malqir's Story

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Stride had long gotten used to waking up on floors. She had learned shortly after becoming a member of SCION that it was part of the job description, as was the occasional broken bone, poisoning, voodoo mind control, and nice coats of blood on your clothes- whether yours or someone else’s, it really didn’t matter much at the end of the day.

Waking up in the center of an arena underneath the blistering sun, however? Well, it was certainly new, although Stride would be lying if she said she was particularly pleased about this turn of events.

Groaning, the hybrid attempted to lift herself off the ground, only to slip on the polished tile beneath and collapse back onto the floor. A long string of curses left her lips not long after, particularly some choice words on how the brightly colored mosaic was a “fucking motherfucking son of a bitch”, and a thoughtful contemplation on “what the hell is this shit”. After a few moments, Stride once again attempted to lift herself, and successfully managed to pull herself into a sitting position. She merely sat there for a few moments, taking a moment to ascertain that her goggles and mask were indeed affixed to her face before suddenly grabbing her head in both hands, hissing under her breath. Her head was killing her…

It didn’t take long for her to recall what had happened in the darkness some time before, and less time to bring to mind what Mr. “Let me just kidnap you then give a half-assed explanation of what’s going on” had said specifically. “They”- almost unconsciously, Stride’s gaze swept the arena floor, taking in the various figure laid out neatly on the ground around her- were all stuck in “his world”...In another time, she may have rejected the notion of this being reality. Clung to a belief of her merely having some trippy, drug-induced dream in the middle of the medical ward. However, it took little more than sinking her own fangs into the soft stuff of her palm to brush away the thought, and send her assessing her surroundings once more. After all, when one worked with the monsters that went bump in the night, one tended to have a more open mind about things.

And open minds were the key to survival in these kinds of situations.

While Stride had not given too careful a look at her surroundings during her first rounds, it took only a few more to realize some...details she had missed. Essential details, most likely, but it was better late noticing these things than never, she supposed.

One, there were several duffle bags scattered about the arena, one of which being a dark green thing placed before her little “area”. Atop the rich material read a small slip of paper reading “To Stride”.

Second, quite a few of the others sharing the space with her didn’t appear to be exactly human; she could easily spot a few tails on some from here, wings there, and even some that resembled creatures from the zoo over any humanoid she had ever come across.

Third, lying close by was a very familiar vampire, curled on his side with knees tucked into his chest. Above him was a fairly large umbrella, and, as Stride had expected, another duffle bag bearing his name had been placed a few feet before him, too. While he wasn’t the prime choice of coworkers that could have been dragged in along with her, he was still better than others, and, even then, she couldn’t exactly leave him there. Rising to her feet- and momentarily stumbling as the blood flow returned to her legs- Stride slung her own duffle bag over her shoulder and took the few steps to reach her coworker.

After moving into the shade offered by the umbrella, the fighter lowered herself to the ground, letting the bag fall to the side as she assessed the other. Out cold, just like she was...Not knowing the exact protocol of waking up a sleeping vampire, Stride reached out and began to shake his shoulders, giving a slight grumble upon seeing no immediate effect.

“Hey, Mad, rise n’ shine. Time for beauty rest or whatever’s up already, yeah? Get up.” More shaking, eliciting a soft muttering from Lovette. Spurred on by having at least some response, Stride continued to push him back and forth, eventually rolling him onto his back with a bit of a harder shove than intended. However, it did the job, and soon enough black eyes had fluttered open to peer up at her.

“Well,” Madison began, pushing himself up with ease (something that caused a twinge of annoyance in Stride) and glancing about. “I suppose that we’re not at the base anymore, then?”

“The fuck do you think?” The half-breed drawled in response.

Before they could speak at further length, the researcher of the two suddenly perked up, rapidly turning his head to glance about before settling on no one in particular.

The others would be joining them soon, it seemed.

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Khojin's every muscle ached as she came to, reaching one arm up to rub against her forehead. She opened her eyes weakly, shutting the again quickly as they were assaulted by the harsh sunlight. She turned her head to the side before trying again, half-opening her eyelids and gazing along the colored ground. A number of pairs of feet were in her field of vision, and she reflexively felt for Capricorn in case of a threat.

She felt the familiar surge of power form the black orb in her hand, ready to explode into the massive claymore on her command, but it felt... empty, somehow. Maybe Capricorn was asleep? He'd gone quiet in the past, and Khojin brushed it off, sure his conscious mind would appear when she needed him.

She got steadily to her feet, eyes jumping between those around her. They don't seem to have noticed her, all currently discussing among themselves. As she took them in, she couldn't help but observe how odd some of them looked. A number looked like Shao, though she noted a few with wings or tails. She noted an imposing Hei-Senn figure, and a figure she took as mechanical. A warforged of some kind, maybe? The humanoid proportions suggested Paladin-Class, which would make him kind of a bitch to deal with if it came to that.

As she gazed around, she began to take in the arena she'd awoken in. Some form of desert environment, clearly. She straightened, scratching the back of her head as she attempted to recall how she'd gotten here. She'd been fighting something, then a jolt of pain, followed by the feeling of weightlessness and the sensation of being pulled out of her body. Then an all-encompassing darkness, a tight contraction as she was pulled back together, and a nervous-yet-friendly voice chattering at her. Something about not being her world anymore? Balls.

She released the dark orb floating in her palm, understanding these others posed no current threat, and were in her same situation. She turned in a slow circle, arms penduluming at her sides, occasionally slapping the side of one fist into her opposite palm. She nearly trips over a plum-covered duffle bag, and she flicks her tongue in annoyance after she regains her footing. The note lying on top reads "To Kojin". Her host apparently didn't know about the 'h' in her name. She swung it up with her foot before catching the strap in her hand and slinging it over her shoulder.

She gazes back around at the others. If they were going to get out of this place, she supposed flight might be useful. She settled on the girl with the dragon to make nice with; dragons were bitchin'. She dusts off her coat with one hand as she approaches, not quite sure how to initiate conversation.

"Sure is hot here, huh," she begins, mentally slapping herself for the weak attempt at small talk. 'Sure is hot in the desert, huh,' she thinks to herself mockingly. 'Sure is wet in the ocean, huh.' "...Nice lizard you got there." 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH' she screamed internally.

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Upon reaching her destination Adira picked up the bag curiously and opened it, delighted to find inside of it all of the supplies that had been stolen. She quickly unpacked it all into Fell's saddlebags as it had been before (somewhat astonished by the capacity of storage space it had) and reequipping her weapons. Once her knives, quiver, bow and sword were back on her body Adira felt herself relax slightly. Fell nudged her gently and she stroked his muzzle, again looking around the arena.

A few of the others had awoken, looking as confused as Adira felt. She noticed the pale man (who, though looked and sat like a female, Fell had confirmed otherwise) under the umbrella raise his hand in a form of greeting. He may be undead, but he also seemed to be friendly which was a slight comfort. Adira returned his gesture with a nod and a quick smile, however quickly a few others approached the place he and his white-haired friend were and blocked them from Adira's sight.

"Sure is hot here, huh," came a voice to her left and Adira turned to face this newcomer. It was the grey-skinned female with pointed teeth who reminded Adira of the orcs she'd come across back in the mountains. Upon recalling this memory she tensed up, her eyes also taking in the horns which sprouted from the woman's magenta hair, yellow eyes and slender tail. These features did not make Adira any more comfortable, but she pushed her unease aside. She was trying to be friendly, and that was a good sign if nothing else.

"...Nice lizard you got there."

Adira twitched, but Fell nudged her as a warning and she quickly regained her composure, forcing a smile. It was always annoying when people made that mistake, however it was important to make friends not enemies. "He's a Fanghur actually, the smaller cousins to dragons." she said politely, reaching out and petting Fell's head affectionately, who crooned happily in response. "My name is Adira. This is Fell, my companion. And you are...?" she trailed off, hoping the humanoid woman would fill in the blank as Fell sniffed her curiously.

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"Khojin," she finishes shyly, embarrassed by her stumbling attempts at interaction. She picks at the hole in her left cheek awkwardly, trying to think of more to say. As far as attempts to make allies went, this was... rough.

"I didn't mean lizard," she explains to no one in particular, eyes failing to meet the Shao girl's gaze. She grasped around for something to say that would make this go more easily. Somehow she felt 'let me follow you around and ride your dragon' - 'Fanghur' - might not go over well.

"I saw a dragon once," she begins, not really thinking about her worrds, just trying to fill silence. "He... spoke, 'n'... everythin'... uh..." Her eyes keep flicking over to the one introduced as Fell. "I have a companion, too, sort of. His name's Capricorn, he's a... heh. Look at us, both with companions, both trapped in a desert arena, we're practically twinsies, heheheh..." She tittered nervously, her long, thin tongue occasionally flicking along her exposed teeth compulsively. She hoped it didn't bother Adira, that might be awkward.

She wondered briefly if she should let Fell sniff her hand. That seemed like an invitation to get bit, however, so she disregarded the notion. Her mind reached out for Capricorn again, hoping he might have something to contribute. He might be a demon, but he always had some suggestion for social matters. Again she met with hollow silence. How helpful.

"So uh, I see you have a bag," she attempted, pointing at the duffle at Adira's feet. "I also have a bag. What strange and magical happenstance." She gave her own bag a small shake to demonstrate, causing the remarkably few contents inside to jump around. "We're practically friends already, right?" She could smell the horrible socialization.

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"Khojin," said the humanoid, awkwardly messing with the hole in her cheek which exposed her sharpened teeth. "I didn't mean lizard." Adira managed an (slightly less forced) smile. "It's alright. Fanghur are not usually very sociable creatures and tend to live high in the mountains. It's not unusual for people to mistake them for some kind of giant lizard or dragon." "I saw a dragon once. He... spoke, 'n'... everythin'... uh..." Khojin seemed to be trying to fill the silence, fumbling to form full sentences. "I have a companion, too, sort of. His name's Capricorn, he's a... heh. Look at us, both with companions, both trapped in a desert arena, we're practically twinsies, heheheh..." She was more nervous that Adira, which made Adira feel more confident in herself.

"So uh, I see you have a bag," she pointed at the sack that Adira had set on the ground which she reequip all her gear, then at the one she was holding and shook it, "I also have a bag. What strange and magical happenstance. We're practically friends already, right?"

Adira was less certain about this statement. She'd only just met Khojin and knew next-to-nothing about her, yet she'd referred to them as friends. Her appearance (and the way Adira could see her tongue moving through her cheek) were unsettling, but Fell pushed past Adira's arm and began to sniff the girl thoroughly before finally placing his snout in the palm of her hand and crooning softly. Upon seeing this Adira visibly relaxed. Khojin's charisma was rather lacking and Adira was still quite wary, but she trusted Fell's judgement and if he indicated that this girl was not an enemy then she was not an enemy. And in that case, she'd have to be made an ally for allies may prove invaluable depending on what happened next. "Yes, if nothing else I suppose that would make us friends. Or allies at least."

Looking around the arena, Adira could see most everyone else was awake now and she looked back at Khojin. "Do know where we are? Or how we came to be here?" She asked, a seriousness in her voice. It was clear she was as confused and concerned as everyone else, even though she was trying to hold a brave face.

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"Died, maybe?" Khojin said dryly, scuffing her cloth shoe against the mural-ed floor of the arena. "Or maybe the guy who snagged us is a fan."

Ally: Get? Seems her fumbling had charmed the Shao. She contemplated what exactly had changed her mind as she absentmindedly stroked the Fanghur's snout. His soft crooning was surprisingly soothing, and she momentarily forgot the absence of her own companion's consciousness in her head. She shielded her eyes with her free hand and gazed up at the sun. Strange - it didn't seem as hot as she'd previously thought. While it certainly was hot, the heat seemed... off, not like the deserts she'd been in. She recalled her welcome from the strange voice; 'His world', he'd said. The way he'd named it seemed like someone thinking of a name on the spot, like when she'd given the name "Grim Sparrow" to the OIC back when she first began looking into the Free Companies as a method of employment.

She clicked her tongue, turning back to Adira for a moment before sighing and dropping the bag at her feet. Might as well find out what she was working with, right? She dropped it at her feet, sliding her hand reluctantly from Fell's snout so she could kneel down and open it.

"As lovely as the floor is, I doubt we could stay here long, no matter where 'here' is," she remarked, undoing the zipper and sorting through the sparse contents of her duffle. The first thing she grabbed hold of was a zweihander, pulling it out to examine the blade. "Don't suppose we'll find a pawn shop nearby?"

She found a small bundle of hardtack, which she nearly tossed to the side before reconsidering. "Want this?" she asked, offering it Adira in one hand while digging around her bag with the other. A compass, some matches, a hunting knife. These might be usable, at least.

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Xin continued his circle, closing in on what he had yet to determine whether it was tools or prey. Relaxing slightly, the rifle moved from a near readied state to about half-way down his chest, still pointed somewhat forward. It didn't take long for most of the dangerous looking ones to group together, which would make Xin's life much easier if they tried anything.

There were two ladies that he spotted right away, one nearly unarmed with only an umbrella while the other seemed to be readying some kind of weapons. Pistols most likely, but even pistols could do damage with as close as Xin was likely to get. Gotta kill the masked one first.

Then the dragon looking man. Likely a custom made body like some of the more paranoid folk would have made for them. What Xin could tell from the outside looked like it wasn't built for strength, but nimbility. All the right muscles where toned to suggest quite the wide range of movement as well as a high foot speed. Still, the claws didn't look like something that Xin would want to risk his neck around. I think I should take him out from a range. Maybe while he sleeps if he proves to get in the way.

The dancing man who ran over to the rest of the group with little more than a mask on looked as if he would be easy prey, provided that he would get in the way. The man after him, some kind of cyborg, was a much different story. As Xin got closer he could hear the mention of the word armory, which was usually not a good sign with someone of that level of technology. It didn't look quite as advanced as Xin's underwear, but still dangerous. If something goes wrong, got to let him wear himself down before finishing.

With another quick look around Xin spotted another dragon man, but not quite as dragon as the other one. And this one had wings. A quick look at his expression told Xin that he was planning something, but the wings and direction he was facing suggested that this something had to do with flying. He could be a problem, but doesn't seemed well armed. Hope he stays that way.

Finally his vision landed upon two women and what looked like some kind of lizard dog, probably some gene-modded mutt. The one wasn't anything impressive, but she did have what seemed to be a reliable armament. Pet then owner. As quickly as possible. The other girl was another of those custom body freaks, or maybe some kind of specialized combat body. Either way, she waved around one hell of a sword like it was nothing, which definitely meant something. Got to be careful to stay away from this one.

At the end of it all, Xin felt good about his odds. He obviously outclassed any tech they had, but if they weren't too eager to try to kill him, most seemed like very good cannon fodder. He just had to be careful that none of them came to become reliant on him. When satisfied with his 'recon,' Xin settled in a spot in the group where he could clearly see each member. Standing silently, Xin looked from side to side with his rifle down enough to show he wasn't ready to attack, but high enough that he could kill all of them in a second's notice.

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Adira tensed as Khojin suggested that this was an afterlife. No, that was not on option. She would not accept it. As Khojin started digging around in her bag Adira patted Fell's side as he crooned worriedly. "We're not dead, bud. We'll get back to our own world and finished what we started, together. I promise." she murmured comfortingly, and he nuzzled her hand. Adira turned her attention back to Khojin who was digging her her bag on the ground.

"As lovely as the floor is, I doubt we could stay here long, no matter where 'here' is. Don't suppose we'll find a pawn shop nearby?" she said, then held up a strange looking object. It bore a resemblance to uncooked dough. "Want this?" Adira shook her head with distaste. Everyone must have different items in each of their bags; whatever had been taken from them plus some extra. Speaking of the others...

Adira looked in the direction of the others when something caught her eye. It was the bat-winged male, glazing longingly at the sky. His wings were twitching and she could tell he was debating trying to fly away. However as she turned her eyes upwards she would see what seemed to be thin wires, like glass, covering the top of the stadium. Adira realized with some horror that she'd seen something similar to this; King Nazar used these nets to capture dragons for it was sharp enough to slide in between their scales if they attempted to struggle. If he attempted to fly through it, he'd be sliced apart like a filleted fish! "Hey, wait!" before she could stop herself she'd called out to the guy, "Don't fly up there! Don't you see the net? If you try to escape to the sky you'll be cut apart by those razor sharp threads!"

Why she was concerned about his safety was unclear. If he was an opponent, she ought to let him get himself killed. But if he was innocent like she was, just another person stolen from where he belonged, then it would be wrong to just left him die. And after all, she'd much rather avoid blood and sliced flesh raining from the sky if she could.

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Khojin shrugged, tossing the hardtack back into the duffle bag. Maybe it could serve in an emergency. She put what she was keeping back into the duffle bag and closed it, moving to toss it back over her shoulder when she was interrupted by Adira shouting. She snapped her head around to see what the Shao was referring to, catching sight of one of the winged Shaos about to take flight.

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She jolted to her feet, unsure why. Her new ally seemed to care, so she figured that was reason enough. She peered skyward, looking for the net she had warned about; sure enough, she managed to glimpse a section of metal wire glint in the sunlight. She bent her knees slightly, prepared to jump if he took off; if she was fast enough, she might be able to catch him mid-ascent.

In the meantime, her eyes shot around the arena, looking for someone or something that might serve to aid this cause. Her eyes settled on the warforged; the other winged Shao occurred as an option, but she wasn't going to risk discovering she was a slow flyer - or worse, that her feathered wings were only for show. As for the warforged... She'd seen Paladin-class warforged in her world fire stunning electrical blasts to incapacitate potential threats. This one might be from a different realm, but she was willing to bet he had a similar capability.

"Oi! Warforged!" she shouted, unsure of how to get one to do anything. The ones she'd seen in action had just kind of... responded when necessary. She pointed at the leather-winged boy nonetheless. "The Shao!"

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Drake had knelt down into position, his wings unfurling in a quick and silent motion, ready to take off when he heard someone calling out to him. He paused to look over, straightening back up, his wings still out. After a moment of consideration, he looked up again, squinting his eyes. Sure enough, she was right. There were, in fact, tiny strands of metal covering the cage. How bothersome…

His wings slowly folded back into resting position as he looked back again now noticing two, soon to be three eyes on him. Shit. So much for staying invisible.

He was admittedly a bit surprised that anyone had bothered to stop him from getting skewered. Drake also came to a realization. He had been in this situation before, alone and in danger. That was when he met people who changed his life, people who cared about his well-being and of which he cared for them in turn. Perhaps…

Perhaps he should try and make some allies.

Taking a breath, the boy meandered his way over to the girl with the overly sized lizard first, opting to go with the one who had stopped him primarily. “Eh, thanks,” he said as he approached, “I think I got a little escape happy… I’m not really fond of cages.” Drake glanced at the dragon-creature out of the side of his eye in hesitance for a moment, not sure how to respond to it. “Um.”

A pause before looking at the girl again. “The name’s Drake,” he offered, “I owe you one.”

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Well, that was pointless. Khojin's ears reddened slightly at the tips, embarrassed by her wasted effort. She cleared her throat quietly, becoming very interested in the painted tiles at her feet. Eager to escape a potentially more humiliating situation, she informed Adira that she'd be back shortly and headed over to the warforged.

She waved slightly as she approached, showing she didn't mean any harm by coming over to him. Was he even capable of responding to her? She still wasn't entirely sure how these things worked.

She crouched in front of him, almost close enough to touch him if she were to extend her arm. She looked him over, tilting her head and bending her torso slightly to see if it was possible to glimpse the inside of his mask through the iridescent green slits.

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Khojin informed Adira that she'd be back shortly and Adira nodded in response as her new ally turned and walked towards the other group who was standing a short distance across the arena. Her own attention turned to the winged guy who had just approached her. “Eh, thanks. I think I got a little escape happy… I’m not really fond of cages, um.” He said awkwardly, his eyes shifting to Fell who cocked his scaly head to the side, curious about the guy's wing. He cleared his throat and looked back at Adira. “The name’s Drake. I owe you one.” Adira smiled in response, reaching over and stroking Fell's snout as he crooned happily. "I'm Adira, and this is Fell, my companion." She dropped her hand and Fell started sniffing at Drake's feet curiously. "You owe me nothing. I don't know how or why we're here but Fell and I intend to escape. If that is also your goal, perhaps if we should work together."

Fell walked slowly around Drake, sniffing his wings curiously. They were very similar to dragon's wings and he was fascinated, however after inspecting the guy he finally walked back to Adira, standing behind her and pushing his head under her hand so that she would pet him. He was nervous about all of this. These new people (or humanoids, or whatevers) were powerful indeed, however he did not detect immediate hostility from either Drake or Khojin thus far, so he'd indicated this to Adira. He figured that if he hadn't indicated that they were not enemies, considering how wary and suspicious as Adira usually behaved towards new people, they would never make any allies.

"Have you any idea how you may have gotten here?" Adira asked Drake, still looking for any clues as to how they could escape.

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"Oi! Warforged!" Shouted one of the cast of characters that Xin was looking over. Oh boy, an early intro to this reality show. Out of all of them that could possibly have bothered him first, it had to be the custom bodied girl, likely focusing on how advanced Xin was. He took a deep breadth before responding.

"What in the hell is a fucking Warforged? Or a Shao?" Asked Xin at a surprisingly normal volume, before pausing a moment in surprise. The voice was what he was expecting, clear and deep in the helmet with a mechanical filter seeming to be applied as he spoke, but the strong ears of the Recon model he was new. Definitely improved since the Warflesh 2-R with its oversensitive ears that made every sound almost painful to hear.

Now the girl was getting way too close and flexing about. I should just put her out of her misery. Just one quick shot. "No, the slits aren't windows to the soul. It's a fucking helmet." Stated Xin as he realized that the girl was looking up at the four 'eyes' of his helmet. The entire time, Xin was keeping his composure and stance. A soldier couldn't afford to let potential enemies to see weakness.

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Sarah teleported into into the arena looking dased. My power must be on the fritz again. She thought. For it was true the more she used her power the more it wore her out and the less stable her abilities were. At this point she had fritzy teleportation and a weak ability of telekinesis, that and a small knife hidden in her sleeve. She had no idea where she was and somewhat of an idea of how she got here. At the moment there was nobody near her. she noticed a person in some sort of dragon person and and another creature. odd. She went to move and teleported over to them where she appeared about five feet from them tripping to the ground, purple energy surrounded her like a small fog trailing behind her, her violet eyes glowed slightly as was an effect from power displacement. she groaned, got up, then looked at the pair. "hi." she coughed slightly, "What is this place?"

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A helmet. So... not a warforged? So there were actually two people here with armor on. Khojin wondered if their own worlds were lacking magitek advanced enough to produce armor spheres, or if they were just weirdos who thought they looked cool. And that other thing he'd mentioned- "What the fuck is a soul?"

She sat back, palms on the ground behind her, eyes gazing at the top of the arena wall. The man she'd taken for warforged didn't seem to like her much. She didn't think she'd done anything to offend him yet, so she brushed it off as him being stressed out from waking in a different world. "Sounds like some weird Shao thing," she mused to herself, letting her duffle bag slip off her shoulder before addressing his own queries.

She considered for a moment, then gestured up and down at her armored companion. "Warforged. Kind of. Without the snippy tone or the apparent sentience. Also the armor is their body," she then gestured over her shoulder at Adira. "Shao. Stubby ears, minimal extremities, breed like wild dogs."

Finally she gestured at herself. "Za Ri. Objectively the best. I'm Khojin," she finished, holding her hand out as one would for a handshake.

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"Well, you're boring," Khojin said, giving a brief, dismissive sigh. "And that's enough elitism for one day. Good-bye."

She popped to her feet, completely disregarding the large, armored figure attempting to loom over all of them. She hooked her leg through the strap of her duffle bag, lifting it up and grabbing it in her hand before slinging it back over her shoulder. She strolled back over to Adira and the winged Shao boy, giving a small nod of recognition to the metal-encased arrival as she passed; the kind of nod one might give to to a fellow gang member, or someone who served in the same branch of the military.

Adira seemed to have been joined by a different Shao girl at one point. This one had silver hair and a black cloak; Khojin brushed off her own coat absentmindedly, polishing the attached armor sphere with her sleeve. "Making friends, I see. Want this?" She dug quickly through her duffle, procuring the package of dried bread rations.

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Drake was admittedly a little surprised by the Fanghur’s insistent nudge, but found no trouble in stroking the reptile’s muzzle calmly, comforted by the soft vibrations let off by the creature’s happy crooning. He didn’t seem at all bothered by the size of the creature, and in fact had a natural way about how he treated him. As if he had dealt with Fanghur before, though he certainly had never met one, let alone touched one. Out of everyone here, he felt Fell was the most trustworthy of them all. And perhaps his rider, as well, though mostly Fell. Perhaps he was a bit biased in that sense.

A Fanghur, can’t say I’ve heard of that before... If only Kyle could have been here to see this. He would’ve loved it.

Drake could envision it clearly, his younger brother’s rosy cheeks and wide, green eyes, filled with wonderment and awe. Smiling his adorable, naive smile. It was a somewhat comforting thought.

A thought that was immediately broken when a girl suddenly teleported to them, tumbling onto the ground. She didn’t seem much bothered by the fall, having immediately led into a question, but he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you alright?” The boy quirked an eyebrow at her odd and sporadic behavior, not entirely sure how to interpret it.

At this point, a large armored… thing - at least, that was the only word Drake could attach to it - had approached, moving to inspect Fell. Instinctively, the boy’s silver eyes flashed threateningly in warning and a low growl came out.

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Adira was distracted from the sudden appearance of another metal figure. Adira could see no physical features save for the outline of the armor, however as Fell turned to eye the newcomer and stopped crooning, she was immediately uneasy. It occurred to her that she was now semi-surrounded; Drake with bat or dragon wings, the teleporting girl, and now this armor clad figure. That was all it seemed to be for, judging by Fell's low croaking sound, he did not actually know what it was. It had no scent save for metal and some kind of vile smokey smell.

The armor (for that was all it seemed to be) stopped behind Adira and she turned so she could see it as well as the others, and watched as it knelt down. Slowly a metal hand reached out and poked Fell's hindquarters, making him growl softly in irritation. Adira's eyes narrowed slightly. "Small. Very small." came a voice from inside the helmet, though it did nothing to help identify the species or even the gender of whatever was inside (if there was anything inside). It almost seemed as if this armor were possessed by a spirit, if nothing else. "You say that you raise them? Are they of Fighting Stock? Because this looks to be of Laughing Stock to me." Adira's cheek grew red in indignation. "They are neither," she said with poorly hidden annoyance, watching as Fell moved away from the strange and prodding armor, his tail flicking in mild irritation, "Fanghur are not stock of any kind. They are hunters, protectors and companions. And they are invaluable."

Khojin walked up at this point. "Making friends, I see." she said, and Adira had to resist the urge to scoff. Those were not the exact words she personally would choose to describe the situation. However before Adira could respond, Khojin pulled out what appeared to be hardened bread. "Want this?" she asked, holding it out to Adira whose stomach choose that exact moment to remind her of the fact she'd not eaten within the last 48 hours by growling loudly. "Sure, I guess. Thank you Khojin." she said, taking the bread and trying to rid herself of the soft blush that colored her cheeks.

Adira went to take a bite, then stopped herself, glancing at the others who stood around her before sighing softly and tearing the bread into even sized pieces. "Here." she said, handing one to each of those standing near her, "I don't know why we're here or how we're going to get out, but we'll need to keep up our strength in the meantime." Adira said, not meeting any of their eyes as she torn her piece in half and held one side of it out to Fell, who in turn sniffed it before eating it from her hand in one bit. Fell sniffed her hand for more but she shrugged. "As soon as we get out of here we'll go hunting bud. But for now you'll have to be satisfied with that." Fell seemed to sigh (though it sounded like a combination of a hiss and a squeak), but nuzzled her hand affectionately, indicating his acceptance of this answer.

"Well, perhaps it's time to start looking for a way out then." she said and Fell gave an eager growl before turning around from her and walking away from her, beginning to sniff like a bloodhound, obviously searching for a scent other than what originated from the arena.

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“Eze.” The word rolled neatly off Madison’s tongue, forming into sound, a word, a name. He tested it once again beneath his breath, feeling it out, before smiling once more and nodding at the lizard. “Alright, Eze. It’s good to meet you- although, again, I would have preferred other circumstances, to be honest.” The vampire then extended a hand for a shake, uncertain if the other would understand the gesture, but offering it anyway out of politeness’ sake.

Stride, on the other hand, only gave a brief nod to affirm that she had heard “Eze” give his name, giving her jawline a light scratch as she directed a majority of her focus onto Mr. Robocop (she refused to call him by any other name, as this man was undeniably either Robocop or the Terminator). “So ya don’t know much ‘bout this whole thing, either.” Her voice was little more than a mutter as she continued to eye the man, occasionally switching her attention to over his shoulder in order to ascertain nothing of particular importance was happening. From the looks of it, all that was going on was two girls- one more human, the other...not so much- having themselves a happy little conversation, with the human-one showing off her dragon.

The woman was half-tempted to make a comment about at least taking the chick to dinner first.

Soon enough, however, another one was added to the mix- a male, who the pair shouted at for a while before the little group converged. Satisfied with what she found, Stride glanced back, watching as Robocop helped Godzilla with his duffle bag, as the latter didn’t seem to have any real idea as to how the thing worked, exactly. While this wasn’t exactly the most remarkable thing to look at in the situation, out of the corner of her eye she could easily see Madison nearly bursting at the seams, watching the two interact with obvious intrigue.

And then, the dam overflowed.

“Excuse me, sirs,” he began, absentmindedly rubbing his hands together as if brushing dust from them, “but I couldn’t help but wonder something; where did you come from?” He paused, letting the question hang there for a moment, before continuing. “I don’t mean continent-wise, but rather...well, general...place, you could say? The voice had mentioned us being in ‘another world’, and it’s fairly clear that we weren’t all brought from the same place.” Always looking for information. Even when locked in another “world” by the sounds of things, Madison’s thirst for knowledge lingered. And the way he saw it, there was no reason not to ask; after all, it wasn’t exactly the most confidential topic, given the fact that both a cyborg, some sort of draconic being, and a vampire were all gathered in same place- among various other beings.

Before the pair could answer, however, both SCION members became aware of a shadow looming across the arena. Casting darkness about them, and effectively making the umbrella unnecessary. Stride was the first one to peer over to see what had caused it, and found herself staring right into the face of some armored...thing.

Rather than leap back in shock, or even start unholstering her guns in an attempt to fire at the thing, the hybrid only muttered a “the hell is that” before checking to make sure that her weapons hadn’t somehow been taken from her. Once her fingertips had grazed the metal again, Stride was satisfied, and contented herself to squint at the figure for a while longer before turning back. A walking suit of armor certainly wasn’t the oddest thing to happen today, after all, and she doubted it would be the last. And, at any rate, she had seen several pieces of sentient armor when investigating haunted houses. Better to leave the thing to those it bothered, she mulled. Better to leave it until it tried to make a Happy Meal out of someone’s soul. (Ba-da-da-da-da, it’s lovin’ it~)

Her vampiric companion was just as unfazed- if not just as curious as he was before. Absentmindedly, Madison felt for his pocketbook, only to find the little nooks within his dress to be empty. A shame; while he had no qualms about putting things to memory, it was a strong habit to at least have some solid evidence of what he’d heard.

Maybe there was something for him in his duffle bag. Maybe. He’d have to check later- for now, he was too enthralled by the idea of milking the strangers for evidence of the Multiple Worlds theory. The others at base would have a field day with this kind of research, really.

And speaking of the devil…

A familiar red, flaming plume of hair suddenly flared up in Madison’s line of vision, accompanied by an equally familiar tall figure attached to it, and her accompanying accent and lines of insult. One Kora Norrevinter. Before Madison went and called out to her, however, he became aware of certain...things that didn’t exactly apply to their Kora.

Namely, the lack of werewolf scent anyway on her body, the fact that she was currently cursing out a “Liberty” (while he knew that she did not originate from the Americas, he doubted that she hated them that much), and her current uniform.

The whole, well, spontaneous combustion was also a dead-ringer that things were not exactly right, too.

Stride seemed to recognize the woman equally as fast, although she was not as swift to recognize the differences as Madison. At first, she could only see the redhead as the Kora from base, the one that ended up hosting most of the chugging contests to her knowledge. Needless to say, the hybrid felt a bit pleased that she wasn’t the only fighter to get dragged into things, and was about to call out a jeer when suddenly, that Kora burst into flames.

“The hell?” The word came out admittedly a bit louder than intended, and Stride instinctively took a few steps back in surprise. As far as she was concerned, people didn’t randomly just burst into fucking flames. Before she could react further, Madison had suddenly taken a hold of her arm, giving a light tug and rising to full height. He leaned in just slightly towards the other’s ear, and began to mutter, taking care that those around them couldn’t hear.

“Look. That’s not our Kora; she doesn’t have the right scent. And you don’t see her burning, do you?” Indeed, the woman didn’t seem pained by the whole event- merely very, very pissed. Stride could only watch for another minute as the Norwegian cursed out “algae-eaters” before shaking her head, watching Kora- well, Kora’s doppleganger- with puzzlement.

“Alright,” she grumbled, “this shit is just gettin’ weirder n’ weirder.”

She knew well enough not to run up to the familiar stranger, shouting things like, “Hey! I know you don’t know me or anything, but I’ve known you for ten years in my world. Wanna go grab some beers?” After all, for all they knew, this Kora could be...a lot more different than theirs, to say the least.

They’d have to watch for now, but all Stride could think at the moment was that she had somehow found herself in an episode of “The Twilight Zone”.

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Khojin shrugged nonchalantly, taking the piece of hardtack handed to her. She'd intended to offer it the the girl with silver hair, but at least it was out of her bag. The bit of red that touched Adira's cheeks was a nice bonus, as well. She couldn't recall ever making someone blush before. It felt powerful. She nibbled on one corner of the hardtack as she considered ways to repeat the occurrence before giving up on what was for her an indigestible bit of dried bread and discreetly pawning it off on the Fanghur.

Her attention was called to a rather noisy Shao who had appeared at the edge of the arena. She was tall and well-muscled, with a flag over on shoulder and heat rippling the air around her hands. Nice.

The winged boy went ridged at her appearance, however, which called any attempts at further appreciation of the woman's scarred physique into question. He'd adopted a defensive posture, and there were blue flames in his hands. Not a fellow admirer, apparently. Khojin slid past Adira and the Iron Giant to stand mere centimeters from the boy's shoulder, tentatively placing a hand on his arm and leaning to speak quietly in his ear.

"Maybe don't do that," she advised, keeping her voice low enough that her words remained between the two of them while indicating the red-headed woman with her eyes. "Personally I'm already a fan of your friend there, but if you're not, maybe take a moment to consider your surroundings. A closed arena, filled with people who've found themselves in a strange place, all of them with some kind of combat potential, maybe tense and ready to snap at the first sign of fighting? Easy recipe for a bloodbath."

Khojin felt Capricorn would appreciate that little speech. She made a mental note to fill him in when he finally woke up.