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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”, originally authored by druidquest, as played by RolePlayGateway

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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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Well, that... solved that? Khojin sighed and pulled herself to her feet, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. This was one hell of a way to get her to do what she already got paid to do.

She studied the wall of the arena; if Rend wanted them to go off on 'heroic quests' to fight 'evil monsters' then there was bound to be some kind of board where they could find their marks, right? Or was there supposed to be some kind of town outside the gate, with this 'arena' just being a gathering point for new arrivals? She didn't see any kind of board from where she stood, so she opted to rejoin the others for the time being.

"So, how we gonna do this?" she called out as she approached. "I figure there's enough here we could form teams, if we wanted." She came to rest next to the white-haired Sha... girl, scratching the back of her head and looking at those around her.

Suit of armor, Magitek Armor Shark Mutilation (now gone, she noticed), a guy who looked to be 80% metal now that she was close enough to see it wasn't armor, wing boy, hot lady, gun dude, umbrella mask, shock lizard, girl who's black clothing wasn't as nice as her's, white-hair boy, white-hair girl, Adira, and others. Haha, yeah. Heroes.

Oh gods, this wasn't gonna end well.

Khojin really wasn't particularly eager to start team-building; getting Adira to accept her as an ally was hard enough, and she wasn't really sure who she could group with, anyway. She was pretty certain the guy in magitek armor wouldn't be up for it, and the red-haired warrior queen likely wouldn't want anything to do with her since she was allied with one of the ones who had sided with the winged boy. He might be a possibility, of course. The suit of armor who had apparently traded his polearm for a sword at some point was questionable; Khojin had no objections to it, but Adira might have other thoughts on the matter, assuming the big guy was even interested. The rest were... strangers. She didn't know enough to say either way. She glanced at white-haired girl out the corner of her eye, looking her up and down. She might be able to handle herself.

Khojin nonchalantly tapped her hand, looking in a different direction to pretend it was an accident. She turned her head to look at the girl, as if only just noticing she were there, and pulled her hand back. "Oops, sorry. My bad." Good. Ice: broken. "I'm Khojin, by the way. Don't think we've met yet."

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For all that could be said about what these folks were doing, Stride mused, one thing could be said for certain.

At least seventy percent of the people around here were pretty fucked up.

While it had begun to dawn on her before this, it was only really until she had found herself hunkered beneath some sort of magical shield, storm raging around her, that she really had the time to properly realize just what...interesting company she had ended up with. Within the span of some minutes and whatever seconds, she had watched several people try to kill the clone of someone she knew, defend someone who was- apparently- part of some sort of terrorist-cannibal cult, maul a fucking shark, and go off to play the flute as if all of this wasn’t happening in front of her.

She supposed that it didn’t matter at the moment, however. After all, being picky in a situation like this would just be stupid, unless she decided to march out into the storm and demand better company. Oh, Mr. All-Powerful being that kidnapped us all? Would you mind putting less sociopaths in here, pretty please with a cherry on top? Stride soon stopped putting so much thought into the subject, however, upon catching sight of the source of the storm suddenly tear open...something, hop in, and go off on her merry way like she hadn’t just made a total mess in the arena with her powers.

However, shortly after her disappearance, the clouds slid out of the sky, the water quickly evaporating when exposed to the bright sun. Warily, Stride stepped out from where her bubble had been, giving her bag a little bounce on her shoulder as she glanced about. Part of her was surprised at what had just happened, while the other...well, you could only see so many cyborgs in one day before getting a little expectant of such bullshit. They didn’t get much of a breather, though, as the voice- Rend- soon popped up and began to address the matter of the fairy lady leaving in a panicked manner. “Punishments” and “monsters”; “fun” and “exploring”. In the back of her mind, Stride was reminded of some awkward little kid, but the thought fled her mind soon enough.

Admittedly, the woman had to bite back a snicker upon seeing the suit of armor plant, face-first, into the title.

She found less amusement in Mr. Godzilla screaming his lungs out, and, cringing, she moved to clamp her hands over her ears before they began to bleed. It was only until the muffled cries had completely stopped that Stride tentatively lowered them, and turned, squinting over at the now-opened gates. Thankfully, there was a lot less lava and spiders this time. Stride was just about to look for Madison and a few other people when she felt a light tap on her hand, drawing her attention.

It was one of the girls who had ended up leaving right when things were turning into a complete and utter shitstorm- the one who looked more like some sort of videogame character than a human. Stride raised a brow as the girl acted as if it was an accident, before introducing herself as “Khojin”. The hybrid went over the pronunciation of the rather unique name in her head a few times before giving up, golden eyes narrowing into a squint as she gave the other a lookover.

“Call me Stride.”

And that was all for a while as the woman once again looked over at the gate. Soon enough, however, she turned back, squinting yet again at Khojin. “Ya want anythin’?” While she didn’t exactly have manners at the best of times, considering that they were all supposed to get along and make a team, she might as well try and throw something out there.

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Khojin hadn't thought that far ahead. However, let it never be said she couldn't think on her feet. "I just figured, since we're apparently a team now..." She considered how best to phrase her question before settling on a finger-gun and an eloquent, "Shao?"

"Or-" she let out a frustrated sigh, her voice taking the tone of one indulging a bratty child as she recalled her earlier interaction with the guy who had just spent several minutes turning a shark into something unrecognizable. "Human." She felt dirty.

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“Well, I have no fucking clue what a Shao is,” Stride said, the words rolling cleanly from her tongue, “and I ain’t really human, either.” These words came with a slight snort, as if she were speaking of an old joke shared with a longtime friend. Gripping her sleeve, the fighter rolled the fabric partway to her elbow, revealing the flesh beneath. While there was a fair amount of fresh, albeit pale, skin, there was a patchwork of scales littered haphazardly across her arm. They glistened brightly in the sunlight, reflecting some of the light into fractured patterns. Stride gave one area a light tap before quickly bringing it up once again, crossing both upper limbs across her chest. “I’m a halfer, ya could say.”

Idly, the woman eyed her company once more, gaze lingering on the gaping hole of Khojin’s cheek for a bit longer than necessary. “What ‘bout you? You’re, eh, kinda a new deal for me. ‘less you’re some sorta demon deal, there.” Stride gave a small rotation of her wrist, as if gesturing towards the whole of the girl before her.

Then, inevitably,

“Hey, ah, ya...do know ‘bout the…” Stride reached up, tapping her own cheek. “deal there, yeah? Want a band-aid or somethin’ for that?” While she wasn’t exactly squeamish, having a large part of your face ripped off tended to be painful, and being so uncaring of the opening there was a bit...off in the hybrid’s eyes.

Some distance away, she could see the weird armor guy- a lot shorter, from the looks of it- plant into the dirt, and hate to bite back her laughter. After all, when you’ve seen a guy try and cut someone in half for no reason other than “she annoyed me”, it was rather funny to see them knocked down a peg or two.

Literally.

She watched a bit longer as some cowboy began to shoot at the armor’s weapon before turning back, waiting expectantly for Khojin’s response.

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It was Khojin's turn to snort now. 'Demon deal.' Heh. "Not exactly," she replied, scratching the scales on her chin. "Za Ri."


This girl was weird and sort of tactless. Khojin decided she liked her immediately. She stuck her tongue through the hole in her face, the thin black thing dangling a couple of inches past her chin. Satisfied with her display, she withdrew her tongue with a small giggle that was almost girlish. She'd always noticed people staring at it, but Stride was the first to actually ask about it.

Didn't mean she got a straight answer. "Never seen a sex scar before?" She teased. "How sad."

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Rasteva
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Adira Hasidare

Adira took a small step forwards. For the most part it seemed that everyone had managed to reach an uncomfortable truce - this would have to be enough. "I hate to interrupt," she said evenly, addressing all those around her, "But it looks like the only way we are all going to get back to our own worlds-" her eyes flicked towards the noticeably small Rasteva who had just dropped her polearm, "-and back to our normal strength, is to go along with Rend's game."

"He said something about going on an adventure or whatever but, though he hasn't specified what this mission will actually pertain to, the first step would still probably be exiting the arena." Adira's eyes turned upwards. The light had been slowly but steadily moving across the sky whilst they'd been standing in the arena. "If we remain here too much longer, it'll begin to get dark. And, seeing as everything that makes up this world seems to be based on Rend's whims, there's no telling what creatures may travel under the cover of night."

"If we can get out of here before night falls, I can find a place for us to set up camp and see if I can trap anything to eat. If we're fortunate, Rend will tell us what exactly we have to do before he'll allow us to return." She pushed a hand through her hair, meeting the eyes of everyone in the little social-circle. "I also... apologize... for my rudeness earlier," there was a small strain in her voice, making it obvious that she rarely was one to apologize, though she didn't look away from their eyes. "I have no excuses as we are all on edge about this whole situation. However, I am as keen to return to my world as I'm sure you all are. So it may be in all of our best interests to hold a truce, at least until escape is a possibility." Fell nudged her hand and Adira blinked. "Oh, yes, and I am Adira. This is my Fanghur companion, Fell."

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Adira Hasidare

"Fell did not receive a bag as everyone else did, and the food that is in mine is not suitable for him to eat long term. So even if you all have food that is fit enough for you I still need to go hunting." Adira answered simply, then made a general gesture towards all of them. "Take a good look around you. As far as I can tell, Rend didn't just make up all of this stuff on his own - he borrowed it from somewhere. Similarly to how he 'borrowed' us from our own worlds - and a considerable number of us your world world in particular, if I'm not mistaken." Her eyes wandered between Kora, Drake and the others that Fell had detected similar scents on (though Adira herself did not yet know their names).

"As for the design of this 'game', it's like a bunch of pieces from different puzzles that a child might've connected together. As far as I can tell regarding the rules and reasoning behind it all..." she offered a lame shrug, "I honestly have no idea. But so far he's make it clear we're to work together and complete a series of tasks which he will assign us. He has even opened the gate and removed it's guardians - which strikes me as a pretty clear indicator that it's his desire is for us to leave the arena."

Adira then looked up towards the sky, shielding her eyes against the slowly descending orb of light. "I don't know how long the day or night last in this place, nor do I know exactly how long we've been here thus far, but time seems to be moving along nonetheless." Adira looked back to the group, making sure to meet Kora's eyes, though her voice was level and lacking hostility as she continued on, "Which brings me to reiterate my previous point: it is unwise to be running around aimlessly in the dark, especially when you're in an unknown and potentially hostile environment. Therefore I am inclined to find somewhere to set up camp before the last of the light disappears."

Fell Vrangr

Meanwhile, Fell had taken an interest in this new kid who'd just jumped onto Drake's back and began talking fast enough to stun one of the faire folk. Where are we? Who are all of you people? Can I pet your dragon? Or like, ride it? I’m Skip the Third. Are we dead? Which afterlife is this? I kinda wanted to meet Cerberus ‘cause I’ve always wanted a dog that didn’t die and that’d be like having three dogs." Now Fell was a touch indignation that this new figure had just referred to him as a dragon, as he was most certainly not, but Fell was also much more understanding than Adira usually was about the misunderstanding. What truly perplexed him was not the hyperactivity this one displayed, but instead the strange scent that emanated from him. Though Fell had encountered many unfamiliar scents in his lifetime, this one was completely foreign to him. Like if dragonfire had engulfed an alchemist hovel. When Drake flew off (rather quickly, he noticed) Fell slowly moved closer to the yellow-eyed being, sniffing his leg in puzzlement.

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Ma’am. While others might have chosen to correct what was, really, a completely honest mistake, Madison chose not to- at least, not for the moment. He hardly bothered these days until it was completely necessary for him to do so, and the young man had already flounced off before he could have the chance to do so. As such, the vampire merely blinked once, twice, thrice, then trailed after. It was rude not to answer a question, after all- especially when said question pertained to someone who had escaped captivity as easily as waving her wrist.

As soon as he was in proper earshot once again, Madison slowed to a stop, taking care not to plant himself in a puddle or anything of the sort (these heels had been expensive, after all!) before speaking. “I’m afraid that she didn’t tell me anything about getting out,” he admitted. “She was in a bit of a...rush to get out, you could say. All she gave me was a warning before- well, considering you saw her before she left, I’m sure you know what she did just now, too.”

The lie came naturally, the researcher not missing a beat throughout his words. While he was sure that this one wasn’t as...volatile as the others, he was still determined to keep the existence of the fairy’s presents hidden for the time being. With how the gathering had been acting, and how powerful the woman had shown herself to be, there was enough evidence to make Madison reasonably wary- or so he felt. Even if they decided to properly ally, there was still the chance they would attempt to use the capsules for more malicious purposes. So he simply decided to keep his lips sealed, absentmindedly adjusting his packs as he stood.

Soon enough, Madison seemed to realize something, and smiled brightly even if the other’s eyes were not on him. “I’m Madison, by the way; it’s nice to meet you.” Curious as to what had drawn the man’s attention, he peered over his shoulder, looking at the contents of the bag from where he was. A question had begun to form itself on his lips, although it was soon and suddenly replaced upon catching sight of a dog trotting up.

The question itself was delayed again as the vampire cooed at the canine, bending a little in order to pet its head.

Once he had remembered what he had been about to say, Madison raised his head, although he kept his eyes locked on the little beast for the time being. “Is she yours? She’s beautiful!” Although he typically disliked assumptions, the other had been rifling through a bag stuffed to the brim with dog treats and other miscellaneous objects, so there was at least some evidence to do so.

By the point that both Adira and Rasteva had spoken, he had lowered himself to the ground already, tucking his duffel bag beneath him so as to avoid getting himself wet. He appeared completely and utterly distracted by this point, so his sudden raising of voice seemed to only spring from nowhere at first.


“I have to agree with Kora on this, actually. After all, you two- such a cute little puppy- you two seem to be assuming that our host didn’t add in other challenges for us to deal with. This...being has been acting extremely erratically which leads me to believe that there may be some things that we can’t expect outside- I’m sure you all remember the sudden lava, after all. We have enough rations to feed all of us, I’m sure, and the gate can be barricaded…” He paused once again, moving to actually look back at the others.

“I would say that we should cast a vote. From what we’ve heard, we’re all a team, and if one of us ends up wounded, we’ll all end up punished one way or another. Shall we?”

After all, he was no leader. Calling a vote and conducting himself as if he was was only stir more tension, or so Madison believed.

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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Rasteva
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It was with a sort of morbid fascination that the hybrid watched Khojin’s...tongue? loll from the massacred flesh, waving about in the open air for a long, uncomfortable moments. It was like watching a car crash- it wasn’t really the most pleasant thing to watch, but you just couldn’t tear your eyes away. It was only until the muscle was pulled back into the “Za Ri’s” mouth that Stride blinked, continuing to squint at the opening as if expecting it to suddenly start expelling beetles.

“That’s fucked up,” she muttered decisively, giving a short shake of her head. “Ya know, where I come from, ya don’t usually tear open someone’s face when you’re screwin’ ‘em. Least, we have a rule ‘bout that; ‘don’t stick your dick in crazy’.” Stride paused, giving Khojin another once-over. “Or, ya know. ‘Don’t let batshit insane stick its dick in ya.’.” The true rule of thumb, really, no matter the race or origin.

Adira’s words caused her attention to be drawn away from the weird horror-story shit she had just witnessed, and it was with a sense of disbelief that Stride listened to the dragon-rider boss everyone around. Her disbelief was only increased as the weird suit of armor chimed in, and, eventually, Stride began to chuckle just a bit louder than before.

“Look,” she said dryly. “I don’t care if you’re the princess where you’re from or whatever, but I can’t say I really wanna go jump off a cliff cause some magical armor and some kid told me there was a buncha pillows at the bottom of it. Hell, I could just be trippin’ by this point cause some asshole decided it’d be fun to slip some drugs in my drink, but I’m still not gonna just fuck off into the wilds like this.” Idly, Stride brought her gaze about in a circle, taking in the surrounding party.

“Just cause ya think the voice cut pieces from our worlds doesn’t mean everythin’s baby-proofed. For all we know, someone came from Monty Python, and there’s a buncha killer rabbits everywhere. There were fuckin’ lava spiders out there, ya know- and whose to say the voice might end up lettin’ one of us die off to make things interestin’?” Popping a stiffened joint in her neck, Stride let out a small sigh before continuing on.

“I’m votin’ that we just don’t follow the lead of the underdressed fifteen year old and Iron Man. Not sayin’ we hide in here forever, but we should at least find a place where we know there’s no poison dolphins or anythin’ like that.”

Absentmindedly, Stride took notice of the weird little glowing guy who had joined DoppleKora, but her attention did not focus for long on them. There were more important issues at hand, after all.

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Khojin gave a very exaggerated look around the arena. "No poison dolphin's here," she commented, letting her duffle bag fall to the ground.

There was a point to what she said, of course; thus far none of the dangers claimed to be present in this world had appeared in the arena. Even the lava sharks had stopped at the gate, with one only passing the iron barrier when it was yanked in by a homicidal man encased in magic metal. This also seemed to be the only known location people had arrived at; wouldn't it make sense for the area to be warded against outside dangers? She said as much to the others.

"I mean, yeah, I could be wrong, but judging by our current track record this is our best bet," she waved up at the iron wires strung over the arena's mouth. "That's a good defense against anything from the air, an' the only t'restrial entrance is the gate, which we could probably close if needed. Or, failing that, drop Big Man Metal in the center of it. He seems reasonably impervious. Did you get smaller?"

She didn't notice before, but the suit of armor seemed to have shrunk several feet. Unfortunate. Still, her point remained. Oh, she almost forgot.

"Hey, jus' by the by, if we're s'pose to be a team wouldn't it be better to separate into groups?" she asked, lacing her fingers behind her head. "I mean, we'd be slower and attract more attention if we all jus' followed each other. Like, I dunno bout you guys but in my world travel in the Wastelands mandated groups no larger than four or five, unless you were lookin' to raid one of the Gaian settlements."

"Oh. And, uh, I'm Khojin. Not sure if we did introductions."

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Azai had been enjoying a night's rest in his web just moments before and now he was falling... and falling... and falling. He wasn't a fly! He didn't have wings! How the hell did that ominous voice think that it was a great idea to have him spiraling down in the darkness like this? He had tried to use his webs to cling to something but this inky blackness had no ledge, branch, or ceiling. It was just emptiness. He did have a strange bag that appeared beside him but that wasn't helping him right now. He almost wished he was back in the mansion he despised. At least things there made sense! Why was it that he was the one that always got snatched away from his home and brought somewhere else? This was the second time, damn it! And this time, he hadn't even done anything to warrant his capture!

Suddenly, the shadow seemed to break open and spit the spider out and he continued to drop. The ground and people were fast approaching. "Ah!" he cried out a bit undignified as he landed on one of the creatures below. Both he and the stranger hit the ground hard though Azai had to admit, he was lucky this guy cushioned his fall. He winced and started to try and get to his feet but the damn bag dropped on his back then and he winced as he hit the man beneath him again. He groaned and shook his head, his dark strands falling against his pale skin. He looked up, his deep amethyst gaze catching a glimpse of the dog in front of him. He had never seen a creature like him before. His eyes widened as he got on his hands and knees, careful to actually use the ground as leverage instead of the man. He pulled himself off the stranger and dusted himself off, his gaze never leaving the strange four-legged beasty. He wondered how the creature's innards tasted like.

The black widow then realized there were others in the strange place he found himself. He tensed and crouched low. He gave a hiss and bared his fangs. He really didn't like meeting strangers as of late. The voice said he was in a different world, but was it really a different world or was the master of the house toying with him? Punishing him for biting that patron? He wasn't supposed to bite or harm the others after all but it really wasn't his fault the man kept poking his face. The guy was asking to be bitten. He didn't recognize anyone or anything here. And being out in the open like this put him at a disadvantage. His only true weapons in this situation were his fangs and claws but he couldn't take on all of these strangers. Some of them looked like their skin wouldn't be easily penetrated.

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Khojin gazed up at the sky for a moment, considering. If she were alone, then sure, she'd go out no problem, probably get 20 malms by the end of the night. But with a group of... how many people were there? Here, Adira, Rasteva, the four or five from the same world, Stride, Lightning Hei-Senn, armor dude 2, white hair boy, girl with worse black clothing than her, Shao in the dress, a dog, and the new guy who apparently fell on... Who was that? Regardless, their number was easily around a dozen, far more than she felt comfortable travelling with.

She clicked her tongue and dropped her arms, swinging them a bit at her sides. "Fine. But I still think we should split into smaller groups. If Rend has somethin' he wants us to do, I'm sure he can organize it in stages. Besides, three of the others already bolted, so..." She flicked her finger to Stride, Rasteva, and Adira. "I call these three. If we do go with that idea."

She picked her bag back up and slung it over her shoulder. No use leaving it in the dust. She lifted her leg to begin walking before another thought struck her.

"Hey," she began, resettling her foot. "If we are s'pose to work with each other, shouldn't we know what everyone brings to the team?"

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Adira couldn't have agreed more with Rasteva's argument if she tried, however Kora would have none of it. She was obviously one of those stubborn leadership types who was totally unwilling to compromise. This annoyed Adira because they got killed rather quickly in her world, along with those who choose to follow them (which seemed like a senseless waste of lives in her opinion). Apparently that was different where Kora came from though, as others from her world seemed to side with her. Adira sighed softly. She genuinely didn't want them all to die, especially for the simple reason of hardheadedness, however it was becoming quite clear that logic would not sway these people - only consequence, and that would be up to Rend. She was running out of time to just stand around and talk to them.

"Very well," Adira said, "We'll split up. I'm travelling with Rasteva and Khojin-" Fell ran back up to Adira, having momentarily sated his curiosity on the strange yellow-eyed human and nudged her with his snout, "-and Fell. Anyone else who also wishes to leave the arena is invited to travel with us." Adira turned and now spoke directly to Rasteva and Khojin, "Already a few have left the arena. It may be in our best interest to catch up to them. Even disabled by Rend, the hybrid had wings that allowed him flight and I'm sure we could use an aerial advantage when we undertake whatever task Rend assigns us."

Upon Khojin's question and Rasteva's short summary about what they were capable of, Adira had to pause and think. What was she capable? "I am survivalist by nature and the best hunter in my village," she said, slowly, trying to recall what people had said about her back when she was home. "I can track and take down even the most flighty of prey, and my arrows never miss their targets. My sword can cut through the mountains that may stand in my way, though I can fight with a number of improvised weapons." Adira touched the knife pouch at her side, drawing one from it's sleeve. "I'm no wizard but I do know how to use some magic," she whispered a few words for the ancient language and the knife suddenly burst into flames, going out a few moments later as she replaced it into her pouch. "And though my knowledge of healing cannot revive the dead, it can save the dying." Adira gestured to her side, "Fell-"

Fell gave a roar (which would've made even Adira jump had she not been expecting it), opening his mouth to expose his many rows of knife-like teeth while clicking his wickedly curved talons against the ground. The spines alone his back bristled and his tail flicked back and forth as he growled dangerously. He generally behaved as a puppy might so occasionally it slipped people's minds that he was still the cousin of dragons. Suffice to say, there was no verbal explanation needed to define what an asset Fell could be. Adira couldn't help but smile slightly as she turned back to look at the others. "We have faced many foes, but there has yet to be an enemy that Fell and I could not defeat."

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Khojin extended her arms to her sides and looked very deliberately at Rasteva. Taken together, her stance positively screamed 'what did i fucking say'. She dropped her arms, making some noise of irritation deep in her throat.

"Me an' Adira can scout the area, maybe try 'n' find Metal Man Shark Slayer. It'll be faster with jus' the two of us." She gave Rasteva another look, this one less irritated. "Sorry, big guy. You'd prob'ly be more hindrance than help. Do try to get this," she gestured vaguely at the whole group. "Sorted before we get back, please."

She stepped past the large armor and the girl with the lizard, flicking her lightly on the arm in a 'let's get going' kind of way. She made for the gate quickly, eager to be doing something that did not involve circular arguments. She gave a brief "yo" to the winged boy as she passed him, utterly disinterested in whatever drama he'd gotten himself into in the past ten minutes. She hopped over the remains of the unfortunate shark and was out the gate with nary a passing glance to see if Adira had followed along, only expecting she'd opted for the path of least boring conversation the way Khojin had.

Boy howdy it sure was a desert outside. The strange way the heat inside the arena had felt was instantly replaced with the standard beating heat she expected of this sort of arid environment. She also noticed the arena was not quite as flat as she'd expected; once outside the walls, she saw it sat on a narrow plateau, with the desert floor falling away hundreds of feet below. The plateau was connected to various others by a system of narrow stone platforms and wooden bridges, likely left by Rend to provide them with a route down to terra firma. Barren sand and scrub stretched out for what seemed to be malms around, but given the nature of this world Khojin doubted they would truly have to travel that far to reach the edge.

She supposed the view was nice, she had to give Rend credit for that.

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Even with Stride’s face still completely hidden, it didn’t exactly take rocket science to tell she wasn’t pleased at Khojin’s choice in team-building. Another snort had broken free from the hybrid- this one more of indignation than anything- and, uncrossing her arms, took a step forward before voicing her opinion on the matter.

“Look, Kho-gin, you’re kinda fucked up, but you’re still pretty cool. But she,” a jerk of a thumb in the direction of Adira, “actin’ like she’s, uh, havin’ her ‘time ‘a the month’, and Alphonse over there reminds me too much of a patronizing dick I work with. Gotta pass on that, sorry.” As the dragon rider of the two went on to speak of her various list of abilities, Stride couldn’t help but wish in the back of her head that the girl was a guy; if she had been, Stride could have whipped out several “overcompensation” jokes by now.

Nevertheless, she didn’t get to lament the wasted opportunities for long, as another, more interesting event, had suddenly sprouted up- some random asshole suddenly falling from the sky, and crashing right into Madison. At once, her hand planted itself upon the butt of her gun, but upon seeing her coworker get up not much worse for wear- even going so far as to try and help the guy up- she relaxed, only to be taken aback yet again by another person walking into the arena and starting to yell his head off.

“Jesus H. Christ,” she muttered, although the fighter was very much pleased at the man’s affirmation that not much was really out there. Depending on how far the apparent desert went, it would only make sense for them to stick around a while longer to figure things out. His comment on someone drowning, however, brought more surprise from Stride, and she began to look around in search of this someone- only to spot some girl getting dragged out of a puddle by the same guy, as well as another, smaller girl.

Looks like the problem had been taken care of, then.

At Rasteva’s impromptu concert session, Stride bit back yet another curse and turned to look over at the being, squinting as it began to rant about how it wanted them all to pay attention. At first, she was tempted to go back to talking to Kora or someone else (after all, it seemed that all Rasteva wanted was to say that they were now totally cool with changing their mind), but at the mention of “sparring”, she visibly perked up. Of course, while it was hard to say what the others had in store combat-wise, Stride had a personality fit for her occupation, and her blood quickly began to pound at the chance of getting a good brawl.

“Hell yeah, I wanna see some action ‘round here! We goin’ hand-to-hand, or what?” Grinning broadly, the half-breed cracked her knuckles and glanced around to look for any volunteers. True, she was no pro wrestler, but she had some amount of pride after facing off against some of the more brawnier members of the supernatural world.

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Xin had been out in the desert for a little bit already. Alone. And he was enjoying it. No people that were being too noisy, no fighting, just quiet. Glorious quiet. Next in Xinder's mind to the brutal murder of an active battlefield.

He had used this quiet to his advantage, pulling out his matter printer and having it unpack into the full 4x4x4 cube. Almost as quickly he had it breaking down a pile of rocks. Gotta make sure that I have the parts to fix this crap. Not long after having it set up, Xin had the printer create a small AC unit and the fuel to run it, which he quickly set up near the rocks that he found himself sitting and working on.

Next, fix the shields. Xin took off the top half of his armor, laying it down on the natural stone table, revealing his black body glove. With a little rummaging through the pockets of the armor Xin found his multi-tool and pulled out a metal plate covered in circuitry from his armor.

Now what did Rend fucking do to my shields? Looking over the metal plate, Xin shook his helmet. It should be working. Pulling another small device out of his armor's many pockets, Xin plugged the plate into the device and let it run some form of diagnostics. So it is doing everything, but the shield isn't forming... fuck Rend and his reality altering bullshit. With a calm huff Xin put all of his gear back on, leaving the printer to do as it was doing. Then she came.

"Oh, lookie here. We got a tourist down in the underworld." Said Xin, sarcastically as he could, as he watched Khojin take in the desert around them. "Everyone but the demon looker too panzy to join with those who actually want to leave?"

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Adira choose to ignore the insults thrown behind her back. It was discouraging and even rather infuriating. Was she not trying to get them all home? Was she not trying to reach a peaceful solution? Had she not just offered her skill set up in service? Adira's fists clenched as she walked after Khojin. It was aggravating. Their world was so different from hers that they must've thought themselves better than her. Bah. They knew nothing about her or her world, and they had no place to judge her. If they wanted to sit in a pit and wait to die so perhaps their spirits would return home, then that was their choice. Adira was going to complete Rend's tasks and get back home safely. There was a gruesome war quickly approaching in her world and she was destined to be on the front lines, to die, in order to secure victory for the rebellion against that bastard King Nazar. She'd seen it and, while those others could sit on their asses if they so desired, she would not be caught sitting around in the sand as if she had no purpose other than to exist.

This angry thoughts filled Adira's head and her eyes were narrowed dangerously at her feet as she walked. Seeing that she was angry, Fell crooned softly and nudged her hand. It remained in a fist but when he nudged it a second time it released, accompanied by a soft sigh from Adira as she reached back and patted his head comfortingly. Now wasn't the time to be angry, he seemed to tell her with his soft croons, focus on the task at hand.

As they stepped out of the arena Adira could see the scout hadn't been lying: it truly was a desert outside. They were standing on the ledge of the arena and she could see there were a series of rope bridges connecting each platform with jagged, rocky terrain below (Adira estimated about three hundred feet). The strange way the heat inside the arena had felt was instantly replaced with the standard beating heat she expected of this sort of arid environment. Because they were standing higher than they might've been were they on the ground, this scenery change was not as distance as it may have seemed. On the horizon Adira could see there was flat, barren land dotted by desert plants and just beyond that there appeared to be a wall of what she could only hope were trees. The sun was indeed moving across the sky slowly, beating down upon everything below and she was rather thankful not to have been wearing her winter furs.

Outside the arena was the man in metal armor, who'd taken it off and appeared to be trying to fix it or something. Adira would hazard to guess he was trying to undo whatever damage Rend had done and mentally wished him luck. She could not see any physical features as he was covered in black cloth like a ninja (it occurred to her that it must be hot under that head-to-toe body armor and mentally saluted him for his dedication to the disguise). Before she would examine further, he put his armor back on. "Oh, lookie here. We got a tourist down in the underworld." he said with cutting sarcasm, "Everyone but the demon looker too panzy to join with those who actually want to leave?"

Adira stepped forward into his line of sight, Fell close behind her and sniffing the air warily, though instead of answering she merely took in the landscape. Shielding her eyes from the sun she scanned the horizon. "There's movement," she said quietly, looking past Khojin, "It looks like... hares, are roaming around. They look to be the size of dogs, but I can't be sure from up here. They're ducking around and nibbling on the shrubs."

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"They're workin' up to it," Khojin responded, disregarding Adira's observation for the moment and watching a bird of some sort circle in the distance before making her way over to where the honorable shark slayer had set up shop. She stopped several paces away, placing one hand on her hip and watching him work. "They prospect of seein' you without armor has 'em quakin' in their boots. They gotta psyche themselves up first."

She dropped to a squat, not moving any closer. She couldn't tell what he was doing, but she felt it safe to assume he hadn't escaped Rend's "eat shit" wave. She thought it better not to probe this matter. She did feel it rude not to remove the armor sphere from her coat, however; failure to do such might've been viewed as hostile by her own people, so she figured her apparent teammate deserved the same courtesy.

She ran her fingers over the blue crystalline surface, feeling herself become moderately less... stiff? On edge? Regardless of the word she chose to describe it, the blue magitek sphere retracted its defensive properties as it shrank into a small orb about an inch in diameter. She caught it as it fell, rolling it between three fingers and popping the crick in her neck.

"Y'know, this piece of shit can save you from a fuckin' eidolon at higher levels of quality, but damned if it doesn't leave you stiff." Apparently 'stiff' was the word she chose. "Price we pay for no jiggle, I guess."

She sat back in the dust, one hand supporting her from behind. "Never caught your name by the way," she continued. She held the armor sphere in front of one eye and closed the other, clearly picturing it as his head. "I think they did introductions back in the arena? I missed it. I'm Khojin, though."

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Well, it appeared that Xin hadn't paid as much attention to the incoming group as he had thought. The scantily clad teenager decided to roll with Khojin. She's ballsy runnin round with so little on. She must think that little dragon'l save her. The little girl was even ballsy enough to stand in front of Xin before commenting on some of the local wildlife.

As Xin maintained his watchfulness over the two, though not quite as harshly as back in the arena, the demon looking girl made a few comments. Least someone here has a fire. He couldn't help but smirk beneath his helmet. Then she pulled off some kind of sphere, and with her following words made it sound like a primitive shield sphere. Not soon after she asked for his name. Damn, looks like I missed the meet'n'greet.

"Well, last person who lived called me Xin." Spoke Xin as he contemplated showing his body's face. I wonder if she'll scream when she sees it. After a moment of pause Xin put his hands on the sides of his helmet, which made a hissing sound as the face-plate lifted and the back expanded. As it came off, Xin made sure his face was as emotionless as possible. All the better to fuck with those brave enough to stay near him.

"Least you don't have to change yer mug when you want to blend in. One of the disadvantages of combat bodies." Spoke Xin with the deep voice of the body, continuing with "Don't touch the white box over there. It'll burn your hand off." His silver eyes watched Khojin waiting for a response, occasionally swapping to Adira before bouncing back to the woman before him.

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Several moments passed in silence as Khojin and Xin stared at each other, silver eyes meeting gold. Finally Khojin blinked, looking to Adira before flicking back to Xin. She seemed to have lost track of what was going on, looking between Adira and the man with the pale face before finally opening her mouth.

"Uhhhh. I'm. Not really, sure what's... going on anymore, did I miss something?"her eyes were narrowed a bit in confusion as they ran between the two others currently present. "Was- Was I supposed to do something, or? Were you- Oh my gods. Were you trying for a reaction?"

Her face split into a wide, toothy grin, and she hung her head for a moment in silent laughter before looking back up. "Oh my gods you were!" She kicked at the barren ground as she nearly fell over, her laughter turning into uproarious cackles that left her gasping for breath. "I- I cannot believe-"

She was on her back, eyes squeezed shut, pounding the ground with her right hand while her left hovered in front of her face, as if that would make the laughter stop. "Y-you tho-hought that wou-hould-"

"I'm missing half my face!" she screeched once she'd managed to regain some measure of her composure, gesturing at the hole in her cheek. "My planet is covered in fog that spawns literal monsters ilms from your face! I spend all my gods damn time in this shit! A-and you think your crusty ass corpse face is gon- gon-" And then she was off again, raucous laughter frightening all manner of small critters from the nearby rocks.

She didn't mean to laugh at him, really she didn't, but after all the stress and tension of the arena Xin's attempts to provoke a reaction with his face was so positively ludicrous to her that she couldn't help it. She worked hard to stop herself, breathing in deep, ragged breaths which broke up into small hiccups. Confident she'd finally stopped, she lifted herself off the ground, wiping the tears from her eyes, only to be stricken by small giggles when she saw him again.

Several deep breaths, a few apologies, and one minor case of hiccups later, she finally managed to calm herself enough to look him back in the eye.