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@AThousandCurses
Lancer, Assassin, and Caster have open spots. And Rider and Berserker have at least one spot filled.

If you want Berserker, check with @Sylph de Graaf, since he announced interest in the last Berserker slot.
We have 2 Archers and Sabers confirmed, 1 Rider, 1 Berserker. All others don't have any claims as far as I'm aware. So Assassins, Casters, and Lancers are open.
Seems we got our Archers and Sabers. Should we get together a Discord group so we can plan out teams?
Meet the Archer.

I'll be taking the other Archer slot then.
This sounds fun. I'm tossing my hat in the ring for this. I'll probably reuse a sheet I haven't done in a while.

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He had cheated a possible death. Or a possible fate worse than death. Azrael had been the final clenching blow that rescued him, though he was sure his Right Hand had down some work too. The fallen angel had done so on his order if anything, or at least he liked to believe so. Either way, Velo brought his foot around, and kicked the bodyless head away. Watching it bounce into a corner. He was human, and as such the hissing of the angel didn't fall on his ears. He heard nothing.

"Thank you, Azrael." He said, summoning his golems closer to his body. The drones folding back up, and hiding under his uniform. "You may not like humans, but... I think I am starting to like you." It was a playful tease at best, and maybe a bit of an insult at worse. "At the very least, you have done me a service, and I always pay back debts I owe."

Though... He did have to pause when he was greeted with Pandora. The rattling chains and odd silence were... Uncomfortable. He was used to silent servants, as one protocol in his household had been to remove the tongues of slaves so that they could not talk back, or plot against their owners with cursed tongues. But, there was a different kind of silence at work here.
"I am thankful that she seems to be on our side."

"I can set to work right now on preparing this location as a base of operations." Velo said, speaking to Willow. "I shall need materials, but I can start to repurpose the armor of the fallen enemies into some of the raw materials I'll need to build troops. If you can provide the chemicals, I believe I can make a weapon that fires compressed gas canisters. The gas in question is one my homeland used in the two hour siege of Mthos." It was known as the two hour siege not because of how short it had been, but because of how much longer it had stood against the empire's might than other such kingdoms. "We call it... Mustard gas. After my uncle's favorite food."
Red Sea Makara

Wherever Zanza is...


The Hole in the Wall... It was hardly the kind of place Makara liked to frequent, much less get involved with. But, it was his Captain's favorite place in the whole world when it came to cheap booze and passing through town. It was actually one of the few things he's actually bother changing if he had absolute control over Zanza's personality. Well, he might make his laugh better too, but that's just personal taste. After all, there was a reason he followed the man without question, and it wasn't because of his charisma.

At the moment, while Zanza was having a fun little talk about, Makara was dealing with more important matters. A staring match with the Bouncer, Bruce.
"So, fish face..." Bruce said, arms folded, a gesture mirrored by Makara. "Heard you were in the deep diving business. You fight any Sea Kings that deep?"
"Of course." Makara said, tapping his toes as he spoke. "Those suckers get bigger the deeper you get. Why you askin', some fear of the deep?" It was a gentle ribbing, but Bruce snorted at the jab.
"Of course not!" He bellowed. "I'll have you know that I happen to have a scar from the biggest sea king you'll ever see." He pulled back his shirt, revealing a particularly impressive scar that traveled down his chest, and down into his pants. Making it look like he'd been almost bitten in half.
"Impressive, but are you sure that wasn't a clownfish or something. Seems rather shallow." Makara laughed, and thus the real battle began, with both trying to outlaugh the other.
MURAMURAMURA!
HOIHOIHOIHOI!
MURAMURAMURA!
HOIHOIHOIHOI!

MURAMURAMURA!
HOIHOIHOIHOI!


Only when a glass of water was splashed onto both of them did the whole thing end. With neither declared the victor. "My goodness, you two will go at it forever." Kamina growled out. Her eyes narrowed at Bruce, and then at Makara. "You, Fishman. Your boss better pay his tab before he leaves, or I'm gonna find a cousin of yours and cook em' up."
"Fine fine, I'll broach the subject with him, I swear." Makara grumbled, and rolled his eyes. Breaking away from Bruce, he moved over to the corner, placing himself right by Zanza's side and kicking his feet up. Just to add on an extra layer of 'don't screw with this corner of the room.'

"So, Captain." Makara said, after a minute of sitting silently. "We just gonna stay here all night, or are we gonna go out and try to get some night life?"
Yeah, this seems pretty dead in the water. I'm gonna fold my hand too. Vance, if you try starting this up again, hit me up. I got an idea for a nifty assassin.
I've been dealing with family stuff. I should work on something today.
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