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IC: A figure in plain wooden armor, only unique in the way that it completely concealed his identity, watched the confrontation between Echelon's Nightfall and the protectors of Ko-Koro from a safe distance silently, his hand resting on the hilt of a golden katana at his waist. He sighed, his form appearing to shimmer and dissolve into sparks, reassembling behind the individuals confronting Echelon, wooden armor turning into pulp and flowing into his hand, revealing verdant green plates, a Kualsi... An individual that had been wanted in all the Koros save one, accused of causing the murders of seven villagers and destroying half a city, the cause of the Daedra rising to power. Cold fire in his eyes as he drew his weapon. Then he'd fought to save that same city from the Daedra, had served it anonymously ever since. But now... It was time to come out of hiding. Erith the Mistaken could not defend Ko-Koro. It was time for Kaithas to earn his name.

IC: James smiled slightly, grasping her hand and shaking it. He held his hands up afterward, making it absolutely clear that he wasn't holding a weapon. "James Foxglove, and it's a pleasure to meet you. I believe that we share some old, mountain dwelling friends." "I needed a Hellfire related favor, and they directed me to you."

IC: A figure glanced up at the sun, brown eyes squinting as he kept walking toward the massive building of glass and wood that the Hellfire club called home. His gaze fell downward, to an important looking woman and a set of bodyguards walking toward an armored limousine, noting a metallic arm. Exactly like they said. At least this solved security issues. The ancient vampire walked toward Borte, left hand at his side and right hand outstretched. "Borte Khan, I presume?"

IC: The letter fell into a waiting Guardsman's hand, opening it rapidly before running back to the Ahka's hut. *** "Well. Bloody ." The lieutenant stuck his telescope back in his belt, turning to the company behind him. Fifteen to twenty militia, well divided between the races, and a few volunteers. Not the majority of the military, but with some soldiers serving in Po and others unwilling to leave their homes for the benefit of another Koro, this was all they could muster. The lieutenant hoped that they would be enough. "Ski on."

Just came here to wish you a happy birth- Oh hey, Big Zam.

Did not expect this, though I'm not entirely shocked.

Name: James Foxglove Codename: N/A Age: 1574 Gender: Male Race: Vampire Faction: Neutral Powers: Super strength and speed above that of an ordinary vampire due to the shape his body was in when he was turned and the strict training he's gone through. His hypnosis, however, is disused. Appearance: James is about 6'2", with dark brown hair and eyes. He's slim and young looking, his face expressive and handsome. He speaks in an English accent with just the slightest inflection of a Scottish one, though can contain it if need be. Weapons: James carries a high powered pistol and a few wooden and silver daggers on a belt at his waist, and a collapsible police baton on his right shin, as well as a wooden spear with a metal tip and core across his back. Most vampires he's come across have an unhealthy obsession with swords. Spears are a good thing to have. Skills: A very good fighter with any kind of bladed weapon, can take a lot of pain without breaking. He's also well-practiced with armor, but he hasn't used any true plate in a while. Personality: James is a nice guy, normally polite and kind, but a dark fury lies under his words. He has the eyes of a killer- an exceptionally pleasant one, but his gaze is always a little detached, a little unfeeling. Weaknesses: Normal weaknesses of a vampire. Holy water, wooden objects, and he requires blood to survive. Bio: James was turned a long long time ago, found wounded near the site of a battle between the Romans and the natives by a vampire. He was turned and abandoned, left to find his own way in his now immortal life. And find it he did. See, some vampires seem to think that their immortality and physical abilities put them on a level completely above that of mortals and mortal laws. They become nothing more than glorified, supernatural serial killers. And he's a glorified, supernatural vigilante. Sometime during the early 70s he met a fellow vampire, Jenna Rosewood. He was humming Frank Sinatra's "My Way," she was singing the Sid Vicious version. They haven't seen each other since.

IC: "For me, it's teleporting, seeing everything as it truly is, and copying skills over time. Magic, in a way, but not quite."

IC: "Yeah. Just biological. I have two others, but one takes a really long time and the other isn't as flashy."

IC: "Can't teach that, unfortunately," Alyssa said, smiling. "No more than you can teach me how to change materials or Aella can teach either of us her aerokinesis. They're unique to each of us."

IC: "If by anything cool, you mean something like this-" Alyssa flickered out of existence, reappearing on the other side of the room, disappeared again, and appeared on the sofa. "Then yes, I can. I don't have cookies, unfortunately. Not one of the things they normally pack in my field kit. And yes, I can read."

IC: What was happening in the world outside was already feeding through a small communicator in Alyssa's left ear, but her face displayed none of it, just the tiniest nod at Tera as she sat down, gaze toward the ceiling. "Tera's right. I'm going to be your guardian for a while, you should probably know who I am. I'm happy to answer any questions you want to ask, within reason."

IC: A fire was crackling in ######. The black-haired girl stared at it, almost in disbelief. "Fire… Fire doesn't burn here." That blonde woman had stayed around this time, was currently warming her hands by the flames. "It does for me. I still have that much control." "But you can't escape-" "No. No. No." The blonde woman turned away and Tali Relo sighed. *** "I won't forget. You and me. Together in five years." He had been laying next to her, his head resting on her chest. She traced a check on her stomach and he copied her, drawing on the same spot. Sun was shining through the trees over the golf course, only the slightest rays shining on their skin, and she was smiling from ear to ear as they held each other. Her and Alaric Carlisle. *** Together in five years. Only a few more months, but she couldn't see it happening. Tali sighed again and fell asleep.

IC: Tera smiled slightly under her Kakama. "It's good to see that there are some survivors, too. Where is your commanding officer?" "You're the first living commanding officer we've seen in weeks," said the pnk-eyed Toa, moving back to one of the few open chairs in the enclave and slouching down in it, arm thrown over the back of the seat while he examined Tera. "Most of us are all from different outposts. We're not organized - we're escapees." The Commander put her fingers to the bridge of her nose, pausing in thought for a moment. "You seem as much in charge here as anyone. Name and rank, as well as what happened, please."

IC: Tera stepped closer to the door, nodding to a few of her guard to keep a lookout. "Who are we? I am Commander Tera Reladin of the Po-Koro Sentinels. This is an official response team under the command of myself and the Rider Captain. From what I understand, a bull wouldn't bother with pleasantries."

my gosh, Andrew. All that and not a single mention of Galidor. JEEEEEEEEEEZ

IC: Betsy's right eye barely winked and she grinned. "Good fries, yes?"

Approved x1

430. This is actually a really cool idea XD