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[Coolrune206]

Frank coughs nervously.

"He's either flirting with you in an interesting way, or declaring his intent to dock his USB cable into... errr... he uh..."

Frank trails off, apparently shy about such matters.

[Parisbre56]

"Oh. Is that so?" Sherry asked in a way one could not be certain about whether or not she was being sarcastic.
"Well, in that case, he could start by being a gentleman and offering this lady something. Like, say, his name." she said while smiling at Frank.

[Egan_BW]

The bird leans on her sword (still sheathed, very heavy) and takes a look at the assembled crew around her. So many different kinds of people! And... not-quite people. She suddenly feels quite glad to have spent the last of her budget on heavy armor, surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces. The likewise-unfamiliar bulk of the hardsuit at least provides some insulation from all that.

She takes particular notice of the gigantic, strangely still knight. Covered in frost?
"Hey, what are you? Some kinda tin can under that armor?"
Vaiae stands up straight and leans in close, putting her head right up against the frozen knight's visor, taking note of the cold dead eyes.
"Creepy..."

Spoiler: Vaiae (click to show/hide)

Name: Vaiaerioun
Race and Profession: Avian Coldblood
Description: A young and flighty crow, almost completely black. Fond of shiny things and people, though she thinks humans are a little lame.
Backstory: She joined the coldbloods to help her fellow avians, and even started to learn some magic, but when an opportunity for adventure came up, she leapt for it.
Stats
Strength 3
Dexterity 2
Mind 1
Health 0
Skills
Melee 1
Defense 1
Focus 1
Lifeforce
Inventory
Money: $0
Greatsword
Hardsuit
Survival knife
Flare gun
Flashlight
Radio
Duct tape
Stim-gel syringes (2)
Current Status
Fine

[Coolrune206]

Frank was mildly confused. Did this weird lady think that he was talking about himself when he mentioned the caveman was attempting to flirt? He didn't honestly know how to react to this. He only managed an, "Um.", while pointing at Thag.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

The bird leans on her sword (still sheathed, very heavy) and takes a look at the assembled crew around her. So many different kinds of people! And... not-quite people. She suddenly feels quite glad to have spent the last of her budget on heavy armor, surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces. The likewise-unfamiliar bulk of the hardsuit at least provides some insulation from all that.

She takes particular notice of the gigantic, strangely still knight. Covered in frost?
"Hey, what are you? Some kinda tin can under that armor?"
Vaiae stands up straight and leans in close, putting her head right up against the frozen knight's visor, taking note of the cold dead eyes.
"Creepy..."

Spoiler: Vaiae (click to show/hide)

Name: Vaiaerioun
Race and Profession: Avian Coldblood
Description: A young and flighty crow, almost completely black. Fond of shiny things and people, though she thinks humans are a little lame.
Backstory: She joined the coldbloods to help her fellow avians, and even started to learn some magic, but when an opportunity for adventure came up, she leapt for it.
Stats
Strength 3
Dexterity 2
Mind 1
Health 0
Skills
Melee 1
Defense 1
Focus 1
Lifeforce
Inventory
Money: $0
Greatsword
Hardsuit
Survival knife
Flare gun
Flashlight
Radio
Duct tape
Stim-gel syringes (2)
Current Status
Fine

Spoiler: Knight Without A Cause. (click to show/hide)

Name:Gigantic Frosted Knight/White Haired Knight/Frost Knight.
Race and Profession:Preserved Human Dead, Knight.
Description:

Giant of a knight, standing at 7ft0. White hair faintly pokes out from beneath a frostbitten helmet. Eye's relatively obscured, appear white and glazed over if one were to litterally shove their head agasint the helmet.

Lean and toned underneath, skin is frostbitten and very pale.

Small muffled sounds occasionally leave her, might help decern their gender.
Backstory:Found encased in a block of ice within a deep cave by recruits of what were apparently her order. She hasen't spoken, since then, but she has notably seemingly taken it in stride. Having little to no memory of her past life.

This Knight dosent have a name noir any idea who she was, perhaps some record seeking could give her the answer. But for now, she's doing what she's supposed to do apparently. Protect the innocent, raid dungeons, tha like.

Despite a clearly cracked and unstable mind, that seeks closure and purpose. She nonetheless continues without a true reason to live or a true purpose of her own.

Stats
Strength:2, Her muscles appear to have slightly atrophied, but overall she's not bad.
Dexterity:1, She's a bit stiff.
Mind:1, She dosent really speak ((though she is capable.)) noir does she seem entirely there, a bit worrying. (Not going Crazy)
Health:4, The pinnacle of well preserved, phsychically at least. Being trapped in solid ice suprisingly can preserve things very well.
Skills
Melee:2, Her skills haven't left her yet it seems, muscle memory serves her well.
Medicine:1, Learned it quickly, had to, was the only way she could keep on going.
Projection (Casting):1, She has some remnant of lost casting ability.
Elemental Water (Casting):1, She remembers this well, it's probably the only bits of anything that she can remember of her old life. Knowledge and the feeling of it, but nothing else.
Inventory
Frostbitten Glaive ((Ice Minor Enchantment))
Frostbitten Platemail and Helm.
Frostbitten Knightly Shield, has remnants of a crest and a name, illegible beyond recovery.
Icey blue, Giant Beetle, good jumper. Horse sized!
Journal and Pencil's.
Three first aid kits
Two splinting Kits

Money:$0

The Frozen Knight, the Frostbitten, women most likely, gave a faint uncomfortable sound.

A small awkward sound

"Ngh?"

Those pale, glazed over white eyes barely held pupil's, only visible this close, to one with worse vision? It'd probably appear like her eyes were white, like as if they were rolled up. A hint of perhaps frostbitten skin, some hints of white hair might be obvious as well, either way, the hand, the armored hand that was horrifically cold being both metal and covered in frost. Moved to grasp at the beings wing's, to softly push them back.

 As the massive blue beetle in the van turns, it's mouth letting loose a sound. As it moves about in the faintly cramped van, to eye the crow warily. Perhaps just a protective instinct, a desire to protect its main source of food or perhaps some sort of strange bond either way? It moves with its icy blue carapace to assist, to push the crow back just a little. Her free hand gives its insectile head, the carapace a stroke, it seems to appreciate it. Hopefully the bird, by this point has moved back at least a tiny bit, but either way, the knight pulls out a journal and a pencil, beginning to write, before showing the page off to Vaiae.

I am a knight, as well as a preserved undead.
That is my beetle, it is blue and I ride it.
I do not speak often, I.

The frosted knight settles, a hint of awkwardness clear, hunched up, the faint hint of movement of eyes perhaps possible to be seen by the close bird. Her writing just settles at that I. No explanation, just a give up of an attempt to explain, perhaps simply they do not know why?

[Egan_BW]

Despite her interest, the bird is quite light even in armor and can't resist being pushed back a little.
She reluctantly takes the note from the knight's hand and examines it in detail.

"Huh, so you can understand talking, and you can write! Where'd you learn that? A lot of schools for hybr still don't even teach that? So you're pretty smart? I thought you might be like some of the machines at the factory, they never talk! Some of them are made from dead people like you too.
Wait, so you actually can talk, but you don't? Why's that? Do you get scared? Come on, try talking to me!"

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Despite her interest, the bird is quite light even in armor and can't resist being pushed back a little.
She reluctantly takes the note from the knight's hand and examines it in detail.

"Huh, so you can understand talking, and you can write! Where'd you learn that? A lot of schools for hybr still don't even teach that? So you're pretty smart? I thought you might be like some of the machines at the factory, they never talk! Some of them are made from dead people like you too.
Wait, so you actually can talk, but you don't? Why's that? Do you get scared? Come on, try talking to me!"

The woman gives a soft sputter, a soft sound. It's almost like a faint eep and the bird can certainly tell it's a woman now unless it's the most effeminate voiced man around. Fiddling rather awkwardly with the journal in their hand, they reach out for a moment for the paper, before drawing their hand back. A pencil being fumbled, an attempt at a twirl, as the yellow pencil drops to the floor.

Their head drops low.

They are clearly staring at it, a flicker of movement, a small sound of denial. Of, rejection of the idea of talking, of speaking to this..bird? She didn't know where she learned to write, how she knows how to use a sword. She doesn't really know, only has the words and promises of an order that she was likely a member. The Glaive she has is actually leaned against a wall of the van, looking old, frostbitten and rather enormous.

The bird could grab at their helmet as this giant has to slowly and clearly rigidly, uncomfortably bend down to grab the pencil. If their curiosity burned enough, maybe they could prod further, forcing them to try and speak by taking the helm if they truly wanted to hear them, to force a conversation.

As of right now, all they get is a low mumble echoing within a cracked frosty helm.

"Mmmhmm"

[Egan_BW]

The bird practically dives after the pencil, reflexively squatting down to snatch it from the ground before it even settles.
She brings this up to her eyes as well, alongside the scrap of paper.
"...Why d'ya think they paint these yellow? I think it's kind of ugly, actually. Natural wood looks way cooler!"[/magenta]

Spoiler: Vaiae (click to show/hide)

Name: Vaiaerioun
Race and Profession: Avian Coldblood
Description: A young and flighty crow, almost completely black. Fond of shiny things and people, though she thinks humans are a little lame.
Backstory: She joined the coldbloods to help her fellow avians, and even started to learn some magic, but when an opportunity for adventure came up, she leapt for it.
Stats
Strength 3
Dexterity 2
Mind 1
Health 0
Skills
Melee 1
Defense 1
Focus 1
Lifeforce
Inventory
Money: $0
Greatsword
Hardsuit
Survival knife
Flare gun
Flashlight
Radio
Duct tape
Stim-gel syringes (2)
Stolen pencil
Current Status
Fine

[Yottawhat]

Spoiler: The Doctor is in (debt) (click to show/hide)

Name: Crass Beakerton
Race and Profession: Special Human Doctor
Description: A pale man in a stained, unwashed doctor's coat. A brass plate has been hammered into his face, covering the entire right side and the entirety of his jaw. A metal hinge connects to a swivieling mouthguard with a built-in air filter that is kept in place a leather belt and buckle. Crass carries around a large satchel with bright red stitches were ever he goes, the handle of his baton peaking out from the edge of the bag.
Backstory: Born a slum rat, Crass joined up with a small splinter group that was apart of one of the larger gangs Nede, acting as an errand boy and dealer for some of the more low-level drugs. But the group leader took an interest in young Crass, and when she saw his steady hands, quick wit, and his skill with a needle and thread, she knew Crass could do more than just a dealer. A loan from the bank and the upper echelon was barely enough to cover the cost of sending young Crass off to apprentice at one of the local medical guilds. Crass returned home with hope and pride in his eyes, hope, and pride that was snuffed out the second he took a step into his old home in the same moment a bomb planted by a rival gang went off. He came to in the hospital, finding out that most of his face was burnt off by the explosion and was stuck with a bill. Worse, a statement form the bank came and apparently as the sole survior of the attack, his Guardian's debts was being transfered to him, including the ones to the the Syndicate. Stuck paying off a multidude of debts, Crass has grown to be choleric fellow, one who has as many cares to give as he does dollars to spend.
Stats
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Mind: 2
Health: 1
Skills
Medicine: +3
Biology
Criminal Underground
Inventory
Money:$1
Pistol
Cigarettes
Lighter
Gas Mask(Integrated into face)
Binocular
Night Vision Goggles
Baton
Doctors bag
3 syringes of stimulant
3 syringes of sedative
Current Status: In debt

Gib special abilities plz

[AbstractTraitorHero]

The bird practically dives after the pencil, reflexively squatting down to snatch it from the ground before it even settles.
She brings this up to her eyes as well, alongside the scrap of paper.
"...Why d'ya think they paint these yellow? I think it's kind of ugly, actually. Natural wood looks way cooler!"[/magenta]

Spoiler: Vaiae (click to show/hide)

Name: Vaiaerioun
Race and Profession: Avian Coldblood
Description: A young and flighty crow, almost completely black. Fond of shiny things and people, though she thinks humans are a little lame.
Backstory: She joined the coldbloods to help her fellow avians, and even started to learn some magic, but when an opportunity for adventure came up, she leapt for it.
Stats
Strength 3
Dexterity 2
Mind 1
Health 0
Skills
Melee 1
Defense 1
Focus 1
Lifeforce
Inventory
Money: $0
Greatsword
Hardsuit
Survival knife
Flare gun
Flashlight
Radio
Duct tape
Stim-gel syringes (2)
Stolen pencil
Current Status
Fine

Spoiler: Knight Without A Cause. (click to show/hide)

Name:Gigantic Frosted Knight/White Haired Knight/Frost Knight.
Race and Profession:Preserved Human Dead, Knight.
Description:

Giant of a knight, standing at 7ft0. White hair faintly pokes out from beneath a frostbitten helmet. Eye's relatively obscured, appear white and glazed over if one were to literally shove their head against the helmet.

Lean and toned underneath, skin is frostbitten and very pale.

Small muffled sounds occasionally leave her, might help decern their gender.
Backstory:Found encased in a block of ice within a deep cave by recruits of what were apparently her order. She hasn't spoken, since then, but she has notably seemingly taken it in stride. Having little to no memory of her past life.

This Knight dosent have a name noir any idea who she was, perhaps some record seeking could give her the answer. But for now, she's doing what she's supposed to do apparently. Protect the innocent, raid dungeons, the like.

Despite a clearly cracked and unstable mind, that seeks closure and purpose. She nonetheless continues without a true reason to live or a true purpose of her own.

Stats
Strength:2, Her muscles appear to have slightly atrophied, but overall she's not bad.
Dexterity:1, She's a bit stiff.
Mind:1, She dosent really speak ((though she is capable.)) noir does she seem entirely there, a bit worrying. (Not going Crazy)
Health:4, The pinnacle of well preserved, psychically at least. Being trapped in solid ice surprisingly can preserve things very well.
Skills
Melee:2, Her skills haven't left her yet it seems, muscle memory serves her well.
Medicine:1, Learned it quickly, had to, was the only way she could keep on going.
Projection (Casting):1, She has some remnant of lost casting ability.
Elemental Water (Casting):1, She remembers this well, it's probably the only bits of anything that she can remember of her old life. Knowledge and the feeling of it, but nothing else.
Inventory
Frostbitten Glaive ((Ice Minor Enchantment))
Frostbitten Platemail and Helm.
Frostbitten Knightly Shield, has remnants of a crest and a name, illegible beyond recovery.
Icey blue, Giant Beetle, good jumper. Horse sized!
Journal and Pencil's, minus one.
Three first aid kits
Two splinting Kits

Money:$0

Where?

It took them a few seconds before they fully realized it. The Frosted Knight was silent, slowly leaning back, to stand straighter. Towering in the van, likely almost hitting the ceiling in all honesty if not hitting it. It's clear she considers several things, their mind whirring and struggling and almost sputtering.

As it struggles, as the knight try's to find some reason for why they do not wish to speak. Her voice actually does come forth, it's creaky and cracked faintly deep.

Like as if someone was breathing in cold glacial air and their lungs were aching.

"I have more."

It's louder at least, something audible and not whispered. Though it's clear as she stiffens, that she's surprised.

"I...sound like that?"

She's uncomfortable as well, her hands awkwardly resting on her knees, the sound of their helmet rattling, she was doing something with her mouth or jostling the helmet or something!

[Egan_BW]

"Guess you do"
Vaiae offers the pencil back, blunt end first.

[King Zultan]

Burt stood in the corner far away from everyone else looking over the group searching for anyone that might be a government spy, he knew someone in the group worked for the government but he wasn't sure who it was yet, it could be anyone, it could even be EVERYONE.

After a bit he finally decided to say something to keep the government spies from figuring out that he was on to their plots.
"Do we even need this many people to clear out some ruin?"

"Yeah that should keep them from suspecting him", he thought to himself as he went to the van.

"Holy shit where am I even supposed to sit in this thing?"
Go get in the really crowded van.

Spoiler: Burt (click to show/hide)

Name: Burt
Race and Profession: Mammal Mercenary
Description: A slightly overweight deer man with one antler that's broken off.
Backstory: Being the anti-government nut job that he is, lead him down a path that didn't include normal employment so he had to get by doing odd jobs for money that eventually lead him to becoming a mercenary.
Stats
Strength 2
Dexterity 1
Mind 2
Health 1
Skills
Guns 2
Crafting 1
Explosives 1
Chemistry
Inventory
Money:$0
 Combat shotgun - Free
 Pistol - Free
 3 Grenades
 3 Detonation charges
 Basic toolset
 Flashlight
 Lighter
 Cigarettes
 Tinkering kit
 Knife
 Duct Tape
 Assorted glow lights(20)
Current Status: FINE

[Naturegirl1999]

what is the purpose of moving your eyes like that? Wouldn’t it be better to just not mess with them? Let yourself see things? I never understand why so many creatures have eye coverings. It makes it difficult to see

[Hotfire90]

((Can my wand be used as a projection point?))

Alice decided not to introduce herself just yet, someone was bound to ask her why she was here. Unlike her fellow explorers she brought no visible weapons and while she did wear a ballistic vest, it was a last minute purchase just in case things went horribly wrong. Despite looking unprepared for the upcoming expedition, armed with her trusty wand and her magical talent she was more than ready for anything.

Sir Ozcar Pierre was an interesting person, a famous adventurer who had gotten a contract with the RO, and instead of adventuring himself he sent others to do it for him. This probably had to do with past injuries, both his eye and his hand were made out of crystal both of which were probably expensive prosthetics for a lost eye and a lost hand. Considering this, Alice had the idea to do a quick research on him and his adventures, his past adventures may give her an idea as to what she can expect and it never hurts to know more about your boss.

Get into the van and use my laptop to research Ozcar Pierre.

Spoiler: Alice the full-time mage (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice
Race and Profession: Ordinary Human Explorer
Description: A young and energetic human with medium length blond hair.
Backstory: Alice spent most of her education focusing on her magical studies. Eager to master all magic and to show off her talent, she wandered around practicing her skills, and eventually signed up for the expedition.
Stats:
Strength 1
Dexterity 1
Mind  2
Health 2
Skills:
Focus 1
Projection 1
Elemental Electricity
Elemental Water
Physical Body
Eldritch
Inventory:
Wand
Ballistic vest
Night Vision Googles
Binoculars
Radio
Laptop
2 Stim-gel syringes
Lighter
Duct Tape
Money: $0
Current Status: Fine.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"Guess you do"
Vaiae offers the pencil back, blunt end first.

Thankfully, the knight and their beloved pencil have been reunited.