Rabidporcupine

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Joseph

If Joseph was going to be honest, he was actually a little embarrassed. How long had it been so hard to run this much? He used to be able to run like this... well, not without breaking a sweat, but it'd been easier than this. Clearly, he'd been spending too much of his spare time working on his runes and not enough on cardio. He must've ended up neglecting it, because it wasn't like he was unfit... Or maybe that was just another of the many excuses he'd spent the last few years making.

Either way, the point was that when Blake asked him to help Angie with the pain from her bullet wound, he had been doubled over, literally wheezing. It was miserable. Pathetic, even.

However, eventually he managed to regain control of his muscles long enough to nod, wandering over to the woman and applying a number of tags around the injury. It wouldn't heal the injury, that was a job for the real medics, but it would numb the pain enough that she wouldn't have to be too miserable during the time it took them to get there. As he moved to do the same to Tom, he was distracted by who he now recognized as the Vinster himself.

The fact that he saw any features to recognize in the first place was a little odd, as it was fairly dark out. Also, the man had recently been reduced to charcoal. However, considering who they were dealing with, he quickly remembered why he really shouldn't be too surprised. Instead, after glancing at Tom and realising that, at least for the moment, his injuries didn't look too bad for him to leave, he turned his focus back to the giant glaring at them through the hole in his wall.

However, no sooner had he reached for his runes that Blake rushed through the hole, fireball in hand, and was immediately caught and beat the crap out of him. With that, he decided to change his tactics and try to free his friend from the gangsters clutches, but was once again interrupted by a brief but intense feeling of dizziness lethargy, and looked to see Patricia singing to Vincent, trying to command him to stop.

It took him a moment or two to regain his balance, but that was enough time for Vinnie to recover, sending the poor girl flying with a brutal backhand. For a moment, he turned to check on her, before immediately realising he had made the mistake of turning his back on his enemy. Quickly spinning back to face the criminal, it was only to see Blake had jumped on him, and when he'd finally been thrown off to give Joseph the opening he needed, he found himself on even higher alert as the mobster was surrounded by a red mist. However, this quickly turned out to be their salvation, having been produced by a young woman to trigger some form of anaphylaxis Vinnie had apparently had, killing him.

Before long, the situation was over, and Joseph could only ponder how little he'd actually done. That and try to take care of the others. Patty was already up and moving again, so at least she wasn't in too urgent a state. Instead he turned his attentions to Grace, whose hand had been injured, and Tom, who was currently passed out. Thankfully, Grace's only really bad injury was her hand, so a few tags wrapped around the wrist was all he really needed to numb her pain. Tom was a little more difficult, as he had ended up pretty beaten up, with less serious injuries, but scattered across his body. It took a few minutes to take care of, during which Chris had arrived with reinforcements, and eventually Joseph managed to finish applying the last one just as Tom woke up.

"Oh, nah, don't worry about it. I didn't really end up helping that much, but I can at least do this for you guys who did."

At that point, he walked over to Patty, who had just finished speaking with Chris from the looks of it.

"Hey Patty, is your face feelin' ok?" He asked, holding up a couple of runes. "I can put some of these on if you want. Should stop any pain you'll still be feeling, like that time at the wedding. You probably won't need to worry about getting anything from my blood this time though!"

He tried to sound less glum than he actually felt as he spoke to her. He was far from the best people person, true, but he didn't really need to be to see that what had happened today was eating at her. So he tried to distract her from it a little. Whether it got her calmed down, laughing at how she'd reacted to his blood being used for runes, or even annoyed at the memory and thinking he was an idiot, at least that was brain power that wasn't going towards thinking about what a miserable experience she'd been going through.

He may have realised he wasn't good enough to be a mentor in any way, but if nothing else, he could at least do this as a friend.

@Hitman@canaryrose@KaijuBaragon@Amethyst

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Jeremy Lindall

Honestly, Jeremy was a little worried about how today would go...

This wasn't so much out of fear for whatever trials he might face during the induction itself. No, he'd put in the work to make sure that that would go as smoothly as he possibly could. When he wasn't busy training with Argo, Hannah, or Ashleigh, he had busied himself with the task of relentless creation and enchantment of various charms, tools, and other useful items, so he could be ready for whatever might be thrown at him. That... and working on his 'deep water' issues...

No, what he was worried about was the other initiates. He'd heard that all of them would probably already know each other at some level, having already been affiliated with the coven for some time now, if not since birth. Compared to that, he was an outsider, and from what Hannah tended to tell him, one with something of a... grating... personality... Of course, it was entirely possible this was because of her own, usually painfully immature personality, but he was still well aware how he tended to appear to some. Therefore, he decided that the only course of action was to try and bury any initial judgment and try to make a good first impression.

With these thoughts in mind, he carefully made sure he was wearing a proper smile as he approached the initiates table, an expression which definitely didn't look odd, out of place, or downright unsettling when he attempted it. After a few seconds of looking, he found his seat and sat down. True, it was a little bit concerning that his seat didn't have a plate, but neither did the seat next to him, so maybe something was going on. There was also the fact that many of the chairs next to him remained empty, but maybe other people were just late? Surely he wasn't already being pranked... right?

Well, even if he was, he wouldn't let it get to him. He'd just have to work hard enough to earn their respect through hard work, and do his best to not let their behavior get to him. Instead of dwelling on the topic, he turned to the closest initiate, a red haired girl sitting across from him.

"Hello." He said, trying his best to look friendly. "I'm Jeremy Lindall. I was sent to join this coven as an initiate this year by my teachers. It's nice to meet you. I hope we can work well together."

There, that wasn't too bad right? He kept the introduction short, and quickly got to the point in his explanation of why he was there. What more could anyone want?

@Danvers

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Joseph

Joseph had been getting steadily more worried for a little while now.

At first, it had just been because he may or may not have fallen asleep briefly while Az drove, and had woken up at some point during the closing lines of what had apparently been a pretty hefty talk. However, now it was a little more serious than just trying to pretend he knew what he'd said. From the little bit he'd heard after waking up, it sounded like he was worried about something slowly taking him over. Whether what he was talking about was just his own repressed emotions, or some deeper, more sinister facet of his own powers, Joseph wasn't sure.

Already, he could see it in the boy's behavior. The way he moved seemed... tenser, maybe? As if something was welling up inside him, waiting for a chance to be released. These concerns only grew when Joseph noticed Az's skin, which had begun to glow as they descended into the darkness.

Before long, he found himself running behind Az down a tunnel, the sounds of battle clear ahead. For a brief moment, Joseph heard him whisper something to himself, before quickly accelerating to a sprint.

"Damn it!" He grunted to himself, before trying to catch up with the demonic boy. Something was driving the kid, pushing him beyond what Joseph was able to keep up with. What he would've been able to keep up with even if he wasn't drunk. Still, he pushed himself as hard as he could, managing to arrive in the warehouse not too long after him.

Right in time to watch him send a literal cloud of death at a number of mafia members, wiping them out.

This was bad... Joseph knew that, even if they were their enemies, Az was clearly not in his right mind just from that. When he came back to his senses, the memories of his actions were going to hit him hard. As he got closer, he watched Blake running further into the warehouse, and from the looks of it, he was going alone. While he wanted to stick around and make sure Az didn't lose himself any more than he already had, if someone didn't go to back Blake up, he could die. So, Joseph was forced to make a decision.

Running over to Azhar, he pulled out a few runes, one of which being significantly different to the others in appearance.

"Az, listen carefully. These three runes here are necrotic. Use them to heal you if you get too beat up. And this one," he said, holding up the different rune, "this one should help you if you slip any further. I need to go make sure Blake stays safe, but I can already see that you aren't yourself. If this gets any worse, promise me you'll use it, ok?"

Without waiting for an answer, he ran to join Blake, falling into step behind him as they made their way into the mansion proper. He still didn't understand the situation all too well, but what he did understand was that if whoever these idiots were were planning to hurt his friends, they were in for a particularly miserable surprise...

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Jeremy Lindall

Name:
Jeremy Lindall

Gender / Preferred Pronouns:
Male/He

Age:
Seventeen

Birthday
December 26

Sexuality:
Straight

Appearance:
Apart from standing somewhat taller than average at 6'4, Jeremy has a fairy average appearance. Short, brown hair and grey-blue eyes, he does his best to look neat whenever possible. He's not going to be walking around in formal clothes every day or anything, but he will try to make sure whatever he wears is ironed properly at the very least.

Personality
Most of the time, Jeremy is a fairly quiet person, usually giving off the impression that he wants to be left alone. Not the cool, 'bad boy' kind though, more just the stubborn, overly serious jerkass type. Unfortunately, this is true even when he wants company, and sadly causes most people to think he's just some ass who doesn't consider them worth hanging around with. This is not the case, and as long as things don't get too hectic, he'd actually rather like to spend more time with the people around him and make friends. It's just that his tolerance for chaos and other annoying situations is fairly low, and while he can keep it hidden for a time, a particularly strong barrage of stupidity in a short enough time span will definitely cause him to snap.

Unfortunately, another part to his difficulties in interacting with other people is his ability in magic. Although he tries to use his few talents to close the gap, he truly feels that compared to other witches his age, he will always be on a lower level in terms of magical skill, leaving him with a large inferiority complex. This has become just another piece of fuel for the fire of his stern, no nonsense attitude, as he feels that while he'll never be talented enough to stand alongside them, he can make up for some of it with discipline, diligence and determination.

Still, that isn't to say he's never happy, he greatly enjoys his hobbies. Working on new creations, fishing, gardening, and reading are all pastimes that Jeremy finds extremely fulfilling, and if someone gets him talking about them, he will be more than happy to keep the discussion going as long as possible. At least until a more important task comes up.

Biography:
Jeremy never went out looking for magic.

Not that he didn't know about it, his mother told him everything she knew about his fathers true nature as he grew up. The the more he learnt though, the more difficult, dangerous, and all around miserable it sounded. In the end, Jeremy decided that he wouldn't walk the path that killed his father when he was only eight years old.

At the age of ten, it found him anyway. An eccentric looking man calling himself Cass, who claimed to be an old friend of his father, arrived at his home and asked to come in. Jeremy, being the cautious child he was, closed the door in his face. This apparently didn't go over very well, and although the following events are something of a half-suppressed blur to him, the aftermath was he and his mother fleeing the burning husk of his childhood home, Cass seeming to have temporarily retreated. With nowhere else to turn, the pair fled their home in the city and made their way to a small mountain town in Oregon. Here they would seek the help of a few of his fathers actual old friends, a loose alliance of the three local witch families, the Helling, Vadris, and Washburn clans, leaving his former resolutions behind and learning magic, so he could protect himself and his mother should Cass ever return. Despite not technically being an official coven due to their lack of wellspring, the three families welcomed the pair with open arms, glad to see them again despite Jeremy himself having no memory of ever actually meeting them in the first place. They also assured him that, though it would be difficult to catch up after ten years of avoiding it, they would teach him how to use magic.

It was here that he learnt the true meaning of patience, a lesson that came from many different teachers over the years. The first was his actual teacher and head of the Washburn family, Argo, who was seemingly determined to keep Jeremy confused about whether or not he was actually an adult or a ten year old remotely piloting his body. The man certainly acted the part, but at the same time, he would occasionally chime in with actual, real advice and insights, usually just enough that Jeremy could never quite fully decide whether to respect him or not. He also ensured that Jeremy never ignored his physical technique, teaching him plenty of ways to fight without magic as well.

The second was from Argo's daughter, Hannah, who was the closest to him in age out of the few non-adults of the group. Apparently, his status as the 'new kid' was reason enough for her to make him her accomplice, often dragging him away from his studies or actual hobbies to aid her in causing chaos across the town. This usually simply amounted to pranks, but some of these pranks were large enough that he was surprised they weren't all run out of town. The fact that she was actually a prodigy at magic didn't do much to help his frustration over their dynamic.

But the third, and perhaps worst test of his patience, came from himself. Try as he might, the use of magic did not come easily to him. While he managed to develop a decent enough level of skill with spells that reinforced his own body, the same could not be said for magic that affected anything outside himself. Even when he eventually figured out how to cast them, the actual process took far too long for him to be able to use anything in the combat situations he was training for. Despite his efforts to hide how this affected him, it was clear to anyone who interacted with him. Hannah even stopped teasing him briefly. In fact, in the end, she was the one to help him find the solution. If he couldn't cast his spells quickly, then he should just use enchantments to make up for it! It was almost enough to remind him that the demon he'd been strong armed into befriending (babysitting) really was a prodigy. Over the next five years, he poured his heart and soul into improving his knowledge of enchanting, alchemy, and any other way he could put the time in before the spell was needed.

By the time he turned seventeen, he was confident in his abilities, and had even gone out with Argo and Hannah to take care of a few issues so he could see how well he could apply them in the field. As it turns out, it worked rather well. Not good enough though. Seeing Argo and Hannah in action, where they actually take things seriously, reminded Jeremy of just how vast the differences in their skill levels were. Desperate to change this, to close the gap even just a little bit more, he threw himself into his studies even further. However, he after five years of nearly single-minded focus on the subject, he had already reached a level where the adults of the group would have trouble teaching him. a fact that was more due to their lack of focus on the area than any spectacular skill on his part.

What they could do, however, was send him to another group where he might be able to learn more on the subject. Not only that, they were an actual coven, and would therefore allow him access to a wellspring so he wouldn't get worn out so quickly, assuming he gave them his loyalty, of course. And as a matter of fact, it just so happened that the head of the Helling family, Ashleigh, had a few friends in the Dying Branch who she might be able to discuss the subject with.

Notable Rumors:
Apparently, Jeremy may or may not have been convinced by Hannah that leprechauns were not only real, but actively stealing from them whenever he was out. Nobody can seem to tell whether he was just humoring her or not at the time, but the evidence points to him legitimately falling for it.

Another one is that if a situation gets too lighthearted or happy, he'll break out in hives.

Greatest Fear:
Spiders make him freeze up in panic, and though not as bad, he also has issues with any body of water where he cannot see the bottom.

Magic:
When it comes to magic, Jeremy is especially skilled at crafting magical items and objects, to a degree rarely seen in witches his age. This is largely due to his seeming inability to use most other forms of magic at a level that could be considered effective. When he tries casting magic that effects anything other than his own body, it usually ends up being a long, tedious and honestly just embarrassing process. Therefore, he has poured the vast majority of his efforts into his enchanting abilities, in the hopes that he can shorten the gap between him and his peers even just a tiny amount.

Outside of his crafts, the only magic Jeremy has learnt without too much misery is the strengthening, reinforcing, and enhancing of his own body. However, even this has it's share of hurdles as he continues to try and push his skill further.

Other:
Jeremy has a pet turtle, named Bertle. That wasn't the original name he chose, but Hannah kept telling everyone it was it's name until he stopped bothering to correct them. He's still a baby right now, but when he gets bigger, hooo boy, everyone'd better watch out!

Aside from Bert, Jeremy seems to have bad luck with animals. Even the most well behaved of pets tend to freak out and either run from or try to fight him. This is upsetting for him, as he rather likes most animals.

96EACE for his colour.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Ok, I've finally got Jeremy here. I've been writing and rewriting it in bits and pieces over the last eightish days I think, so tell me if it's disjointed garbage or anything like that. It's also nearly 3:30 now, so sorry to whoever reads this and tries to make sense of whatever I'm saying. Anyway here he is.

Jeremy Lindall

Name:
Jeremy Lindall

Gender / Preferred Pronouns:
Male/He

Age:
Seventeen

Birthday
December 26

Sexuality:
Straight

Appearance:
Apart from standing somewhat taller than average at 6'4, Jeremy has a fairy average appearance. Short, brown hair and grey-blue eyes, he does his best to look neat whenever possible. He's not going to be walking around in formal clothes every day or anything, but he will try to make sure whatever he wears is ironed properly at the very least.

Personality
Most of the time, Jeremy is a fairly quiet person, usually giving off the impression that he wants to be left alone. Not the cool, 'bad boy' kind though, more just the stubborn, overly serious jerkass type. Unfortunately, this is true even when he wants company, and sadly causes most people to think he's just some ass who doesn't consider them worth hanging around with. This is not the case, and as long as things don't get too hectic, he'd actually rather like to spend more time with the people around him and make friends. It's just that his tolerance for chaos and other annoying situations is fairly low, and while he can keep it hidden for a time, a particularly strong barrage of stupidity in a short enough time span will definitely cause him to snap.

Unfortunately, another part to his difficulties in interacting with other people is his ability in magic. Although he tries to use his few talents to close the gap, he truly feels that compared to other witches his age, he will always be on a lower level in terms of magical skill, leaving him with a large inferiority complex. This has become just another piece of fuel for the fire of his stern, no nonsense attitude, as he feels that while he'll never be talented enough to stand alongside them, he can make up for some of it with discipline, diligence and determination.

Still, that isn't to say he's never happy, he greatly enjoys his hobbies. Working on new creations, fishing, gardening, and reading are all pastimes that Jeremy finds extremely fulfilling, and if someone gets him talking about them, he will be more than happy to keep the discussion going as long as possible. At least until a more important task comes up.

Biography:
Jeremy never went out looking for magic.

Not that he didn't know about it, his mother told him everything she knew about his fathers true nature as he grew up. The the more he learnt though, the more difficult, dangerous, and all around miserable it sounded. In the end, Jeremy decided that he wouldn't walk the path that killed his father when he was only eight years old.

At the age of ten, it found him anyway. An eccentric looking man calling himself Cass, who claimed to be an old friend of his father, arrived at his home and asked to come in. Jeremy, being the cautious child he was, closed the door in his face. This apparently didn't go over very well, and although the following events are something of a half-suppressed blur to him, the aftermath was he and his mother fleeing the burning husk of his childhood home, Cass seeming to have temporarily retreated. With nowhere else to turn, the pair fled their home in the city and made their way to a small mountain town in Oregon. Here they would seek the help of a few of his fathers actual old friends, a loose alliance of the three local witch families, the Helling, Vadris, and Washburn clans, leaving his former resolutions behind and learning magic, so he could protect himself and his mother should Cass ever return. Despite not technically being an official coven due to their lack of wellspring, the three families welcomed the pair with open arms, glad to see them again despite Jeremy himself having no memory of ever actually meeting them in the first place. They also assured him that, though it would be difficult to catch up after ten years of avoiding it, they would teach him how to use magic.

It was here that he learnt the true meaning of patience, a lesson that came from many different teachers over the years. The first was his actual teacher and head of the Washburn family, Argo, who was seemingly determined to keep Jeremy confused about whether or not he was actually an adult or a ten year old remotely piloting his body. The man certainly acted the part, but at the same time, he would occasionally chime in with actual, real advice and insights, usually just enough that Jeremy could never quite fully decide whether to respect him or not. He also ensured that Jeremy never ignored his physical technique, teaching him plenty of ways to fight without magic as well.

The second was from Argo's daughter, Hannah, who was the closest to him in age out of the few non-adults of the group. Apparently, his status as the 'new kid' was reason enough for her to make him her accomplice, often dragging him away from his studies or actual hobbies to aid her in causing chaos across the town. This usually simply amounted to pranks, but some of these pranks were large enough that he was surprised they weren't all run out of town. The fact that she was actually a prodigy at magic didn't do much to help his frustration over their dynamic.

But the third, and perhaps worst test of his patience, came from himself. Try as he might, the use of magic did not come easily to him. While he managed to develop a decent enough level of skill with spells that reinforced his own body, the same could not be said for magic that affected anything outside himself. Even when he eventually figured out how to cast them, the actual process took far too long for him to be able to use anything in the combat situations he was training for. Despite his efforts to hide how this affected him, it was clear to anyone who interacted with him. Hannah even stopped teasing him briefly. In fact, in the end, she was the one to help him find the solution. If he couldn't cast his spells quickly, then he should just use enchantments to make up for it! It was almost enough to remind him that the demon he'd been strong armed into befriending (babysitting) really was a prodigy. Over the next five years, he poured his heart and soul into improving his knowledge of enchanting, alchemy, and any other way he could put the time in before the spell was needed.

By the time he turned seventeen, he was confident in his abilities, and had even gone out with Argo and Hannah to take care of a few issues so he could see how well he could apply them in the field. As it turns out, it worked rather well. Not good enough though. Seeing Argo and Hannah in action, where they actually take things seriously, reminded Jeremy of just how vast the differences in their skill levels were. Desperate to change this, to close the gap even just a little bit more, he threw himself into his studies even further. However, he after five years of nearly single-minded focus on the subject, he had already reached a level where the adults of the group would have trouble teaching him. a fact that was more due to their lack of focus on the area than any spectacular skill on his part.

What they could do, however, was send him to another group where he might be able to learn more on the subject. Not only that, they were an actual coven, and would therefore allow him access to a wellspring so he wouldn't get worn out so quickly, assuming he gave them his loyalty, of course. And as a matter of fact, it just so happened that the head of the Helling family, Ashleigh, had a few friends in the Dying Branch who she might be able to discuss the subject with.

Notable Rumors:
Apparently, Jeremy may or may not have been convinced by Hannah that leprechauns were not only real, but actively stealing from them whenever he was out. Nobody can seem to tell whether he was just humoring her or not at the time, but the evidence points to him legitimately falling for it.

Another one is that if a situation gets too lighthearted or happy, he'll break out in hives.

Greatest Fear:
Spiders make him freeze up in panic, and though not as bad, he also has issues with any body of water where he cannot see the bottom.

Magic:
When it comes to magic, Jeremy is especially skilled at crafting magical items and objects, to a degree rarely seen in witches his age. This is largely due to his seeming inability to use most other forms of magic at a level that could be considered effective. When he tries casting magic that effects anything other than his own body, it usually ends up being a long, tedious and honestly just embarrassing process. Therefore, he has poured the vast majority of his efforts into his enchanting abilities, in the hopes that he can shorten the gap between him and his peers even just a tiny amount.

Outside of his crafts, the only magic Jeremy has learnt without too much misery is the strengthening, reinforcing, and enhancing of his own body. However, even this has it's share of hurdles as he continues to try and push his skill further.

Other:
Jeremy has a pet turtle, named Bertle. That wasn't the original name he chose, but Hannah kept telling everyone it was it's name until he stopped bothering to correct them. He's still a baby right now, but when he gets bigger, hooo boy, everyone'd better watch out!

Aside from Bert, Jeremy seems to have bad luck with animals. Even the most well behaved of pets tend to freak out and either run from or try to fight him. This is upsetting for him, as he rather likes most animals.

96EACE for his colour.

Feast Fantasy

Argo was surprised to see just how many people had arrived for the quest. From what Nivaan had said, he'd only really been expecting two or three other people, but it was beginning to look like quite the team here. While this was most likely a good thing, Argo couldn't help but be a little nervous. After all, there were a lot of new people he'd have to talk to now...

Still, he put that from his mind as the gnome, Wilben, introduced himself, and started asking the others to do the same. The beastfolk woman, Meeka, seemed friendly enough. Her hunting skills would likely help out significantly when the time came to actually fight, although he did frown a bit when she mentioned her father going to do the paperwork to set up their stall in the marketplace. He'd been under the impression that this quest would mostly involve travelling rather than staying in Chrana, otherwise he probably wouldn't have joined in the first place...

These thoughts quickly faded from his mind when he heard draconic of all things being spoken, and turned to see a small creature emerge from the oni womans clothes. He had already been starting to suspect it's identity, but his thoughts were confirmed when the woman, Eshima, introduced herself and the creature. This was extremely exciting, actually! He'd read about Tinker Imps before, but he'd never gotten the chance to see one up close. He'd have to find a chance at to speak either to Eshima or the creature itself some point. Speaking of whom, Eshima too seemed like a welcome addition to the group, even more than Meeka. From the sounds of it, she was most likely more experienced in the hunting of monsters than the wolf girl was, and along with her solid understanding of wilderness survival, it sounded like she'd at least be easier for him to talk to than most...

Before the next person, a swordsman who gave off an aura of stoicism, could introduce themselves, they were interrupted by a Gnoll man who decided to wait for the end to introduce themselves. They did however give away the identity of the swordsman, and the look the man sent him in return almost had Argo subconsciously reaching for his rifle. Thankfully however, he managed to restrain that instinct before it made the transition from thought to action. Equally fortunately, the swordsman apparently managed to do the same on his own end, and went on to introduce himself as Yuuris. Though, like many, Argo had heard rumours of the Stonehearted Hunter before, he decided to set any initial judgement aside and wait to see the mans own merits before figuring out his opinion on him. He did frown slightly at the idea that he might turn his blade on them if they got too close during a fight. Even if it was unintentional as he said, it would still be fairly dangerous. Perhaps he could show him some of the techniques he'd learnt in the war to avoid that kind of thing.

Next was the woman from Xin Lu, Shuyi. From the sounds of it, she would be less helpful in the areas of monster hunting than most of the others so far, but the poster on the noticeboards did ask for cooks as well, so he supposed she would still be quite helpful, at least in the areas where those were necessary. And, like Meeka, she seemed rather friendly as well, if maybe a little more formal than most people he met.

The cat on her lap, which was apparently Yuuris's, was also rather interesting, possibly due to the fact that it was blue. He assumed from this that it might be some kind of spirit, likely the one he'd heard the rumours about when he first entered the city. That would be another thing he'd have to ask when he found the time...

At that point, he came close to panicking for a moment as he realised that it was his turn now, but as he was trying to figure out how to start, he was interrupted by another newcomer, a young woman with a sizable sword on her back and a peppy attitude entered the room, apologizing for running late and introducing herself as Yumi. From the sounds of it, she was quite skilled at both food preparation and hunting, which made her a good all rounder for what the job had been asking. His nose did wrinkle slightly when he opened the flask she'd handed him, as despite what may tended to assume from his appearance, he wasn't especially much of a beer drinker, but he had to admit that the brewing abilities she described would most likely be fairly useful as well.

And then, once more, it was his turn. And, as usual, his mind was trying desperately not to panic as he introduced himself to his new teammates.

"I am Argo Lecht." He said, the stoic rumble of his voice far from accurately conveying his current nervousness. "I am an ex-soldier, and currently a wanderer. I am skilled with many forms of weaponry, but prefer a rifle, and I am talented in surviving and finding my way through the wilderness. I also greatly enjoy the study and observation of the many species of monsters in the world, as well as spirits. I am a passable cook."

And then he sat back down. There! Done! That was a good response, right? Nice and efficient, but also open enough about things like hobbies that anyone who was interested could start a conversation out of it!

---

Meanwhile, Nivaan watched the events taking place in the meeting room through his mirror with a chuckle. He had expected a worse introduction from his old friend, so to see that he'd managed even just that was a pleasant surprise. However, he still decided that it would be best to wait and see if anymore else was planning to appear and sign up at the last minute. Besides, there were still a few more minutes before the meeting was officially supposed to begin.

Feast Fantasy

Oop, sorry, I thought it was an unexpiring one. Here’s a new link that should hopefully last forever.

discord.gg/qYU69bA

Feast Fantasy

@Ryonara
Hey yo, almost didn't see this, but it looks pretty good! We might need to just talk about aspects of the alchemy though, and probably a bit about the Yozakura-Kai and how it fits into the world, so yeah, head onto the discord when you get the chance. Otherwise yeah! Move it to the character tab, and you might just need to alter things a little bit later. Again though, shouldn't be too much of a change.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch - A Witch Coven RP

Wow what is this rp I've never heard of before and have no knowledge of? It sounds interesting...

Feast Fantasy

@AwesomeZero5
Looks alright to me, chuck him in.