Yankee

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

Checking in. How we all doin'? I know this RP is slow going, but from the post I've seen so far, we got some really cool and interesting potential here. We just need to get there.

@Rezod92

Personally I don't mind a slow start, or slow pace in general. So I'm around, just chilling.

Pokemon: Ascendancy

Morning everyone. I love all the characters so far ^^

I finished my own sheet officially with all the Pokemon added a day or two ago (though I see there are still some typos to fix). But then Gamefreak just had to go and add another perfect Pokemon for Nor's team

from newest trailer

Howdy, pardners

I've been obsessed with Valheim lately, heh. Anyway, welcome! Most folks here are friendly and willing to help out and answer questions.

Pokemon: Ascendancy

Y'all know who it is

Nordrin Yasmar

If you came here looking for an easy recipe for victory,
you can piss off right now!

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MAIN PROFILE

Name: Nordrin Yasmar

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Hulbury

Appearance: Nordrin is purple eyed, and while he might joke (read: state with no hint of humor whatsoever) that the stress of dealing with idiots turned his hair white early, it's actually his natural color. He's been growing it out since he was young. It's tied back into a ponyta-tail while he's working (whether cooking or battling), but outside of that he usually wears his hair down. Nordrin stands at 6 foot 2 inches (188cm) and though he was never able to pack on muscle as much as he would have liked, he keeps in good shape. Other than the flat resting bitch face he's known for, another trait that stands out about him is the coarse, scarred nature of his hands. They're evidence of a life of hard work. He's rarely seen without his chef's coat, though when he does dress down he still keeps with fitting, clean and professional outfits.

Personality: First impressions paint Nordrin as a man of little patience. That is completely correct. He is passionate, driven, and ambitious - he is also a workhorse, and considers his time as extremely valuable. He works hard and doesn't have much extra time for playing hard, so if you're wasting his time he won't hesitate to tell you. Very often Nordrin comes off as a rude for a lot of people because he isn't afraid to speak his mind, no matter what's on it or who he's talking to. It's landed him in hot water before, and probably will again in the future, but he is a man who won't change himself for anyone. In his younger years he would often get into fist fights, but as an adult he prefers to take the high road. Plus he is a professional and is well aware of how his words and actions reflect on himself, his business, and the Pokémon League. He can be cordial, friendly, and considerate - though this this side of him is rarely seen outside of official business. The "princely" side of Nordrin has earned him a bit of a reputation as a heart breaker since returning to Galar, leaving both men and women behind him to focus on his career.​

Although it's not a very well known fact, some are aware that Nordrin grew up less fortunate. He understands the hardships people face in life very well. However that being said, he doesn't do much charity work. He won't help anyone that doesn't first try to help themselves. He does take apprentices and gives out sponsorships, and gives everyone a chance to show they're hungry for more in life, and then gives them second and third chances so long as they don't give up. He will never turn a blind eye to those in need, but he has no sympathy for people who have given up on themselves and their ambitions.

He never stops chasing new heights. He is adaptable, creative, and tenacious - and values those traits in others as well. Beyond all of the blunt words and personal pride, it's clear that Nordrin does have a gentle side, if only for his craft. He has a master's touch, and watching him cook or battle shows off just how much care he puts into both aspects of his life. He can be kind and nurturing for those under his care, but he isn't one to go easy on them - from his employees to the gym trainers that study under him, they'll tell you that he puts them through the paces and some days are like a living hell. He wants to bring out the best in those around him, so that he can see them evolve. In doing so, he can continue to evolve as well. After all, Nordrin is well aware that talent is not something you're born with, it's something you can grow - so it's up to everyone to give themselves the conditions in order to see that talent grow.

Short Biography: The sea side town of Hulbury featured many walks of life, from the wealthy, to the merchant families, to the laborers. Luxury imports fuel the city's bustling tourism industry, where those with the means browse high end shops and restaurants. On the flip side, street hawkers and dock workers fill the city's underbelly and keep the whole of Hulbury moving with little recognition.

Nordrin came from a family of the latter. Everyday was scrapped by with back breaking work, or odd jobs with little pay. Nordrin himself, once he was old enough, did everything from working as a delivery boy, stall worker, deckhand, and Pokémon sitter. All temporary, for one reason or another. His parents were never the ambitious sort, and as far as they were concerned as long as they had enough to get through the day that was fine with them. It was not fine for Nordrin, whose hunger - both literal and figurative - always drove him for more. Once he was a bit older, he landed his most impressionable job: a dish washer in the back of one of Hulbury's prestigious restaurants.

Seeing the chefs there light of a fuse of interest and inspiration inside of him. He wanted to do that, too. He had talent, he was a quick study and adaptable, and during the precious few moments of free time he could get he tried his hand at replicating the dishes the chefs made. Some of the restaurant staff liked him and helped him out, others loathed him for his attitude and would put down his efforts. However he didn't plan on giving up. Though when Nordrin would return home at night, and the only thing his parents encouraged him to do was keep his head down and not make trouble. That stung, as it was as good as saying they didn't believe in him. Then again it wouldn't be the first time he'd landed in trouble for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. After one night of explosive anger in which a fight broke out among the staff with Nordrin in the middle of it, he was thrown out of the restaurant and fresh out of a job. Now a teenager, Nordrin channeled his frustration into drive and left home with only a backpack and a quickly scrawled note. In his heart was a promise to return to Hulbury and prove everyone wrong. He was determined to make something of himself.

The world was dangerous to travel alone. It was more necessity than anything that Nordrin became a Pokémontrainer. He never gave anything less than a 100% though, so he took raising Pokémon seriously. He traveled briefly around Galar before stowing away on a ship bound for Kalos, where he spent a majority of his adult life studying both Pokémon battling and culinary arts. After years of hard work he exceeded in both fields, becoming an accomplished chef in a triple star restaurant and obtaining the rank of Marquis in the region's Battle Chateau.

It was only relatively recently the Nordrin returned to Galar, taking Hulbury by storm. He opened his own restaurant, High Steaks, and aggressively advertised it - stealing business from other establishments which he viewed as elitist and classist nuisances. His restaurant expanded to include a Pokémon gym once Nordrin's infamy spread throughout town and beyond. After taking on opponents as part of the minor league with an unorthodox "gourmet" themed team, he was pressured into conforming to a single type team before he could be officially established as a major league gym leader. This he begrudgingly did in order to grow his career further, choosing the Fairy-type. It worked out well for the league's advertising and PR sectors, who marketed his gym challenge as "Leader Nordrin and his Kitchen Fairies." He doesn't appreciate that much.

Now, Nordrin runs a notoriously brutal brigade in the city of his birth. The goal of the High Steaks Gym, a combination gym and restaurant is to nurture talent, challenge expectations, and provide high quality entertainment and food for patrons from all walks of life.

Likes:

• Cooking and food (obviously)
• Battling and Pokémon (obviously)
• Learning and experimenting
• Music and dancing
• Sports in general

Dislikes:

• Laziness
• Dealing with idiots
• Cutesy pet names
• Being stuck in small spaces
• Galar's battle cafés

Quirks:

• Specializes in fine dining and dessert dishes
• He breeds Milcery in his spare time, as he is working on a project to discover, document, and raise every single kind of Alcremie.
• Is much scarier to fight than his Pokémon.
• He is a fan of the Pokémon Tropius for multiple reasons. Wants to catch one.
• Personally knows Siebold of the Kalos Elite Four and has never once won against him in a Pokémon battle. Will get pissed off if this is brought up.

OOC Extras:

• Hexcode is B0C4DE
• Battle Theme
• Galar League Card

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LEAGUE PROFILE

Type Specialty: Fairy

League Ranking: Major

League Placement: TBD

Gym Location: TBD

Gym Description: TBD

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POKéMON

League Team

[The team your character uses to face off against Gym Challenge contestants. If they are placed lower, their team will be weaker, and vice versa. Again, don't worry about this for the moment as it will be decided when people are accepted.

Make sure to describe your Pokemon's name, appearance, and personality as you create your teams.]

[Pokemon #1]:

[Pokemon #2]:

[Pokemon #3]:
...

Main Team

[Alcremie ♀ ]: Named Airelle, with a Calm nature and the Sweet Veil ability. She is a ruby swirl and berry Alcremie raised since birth by Nordrin. Airelle is capable of calming her trainer down when he is upset or angry. She loves helping with the baking and decorating in the restaurant, and is surprisingly powerful on the battlefield. She is capable of Gigantamaxing.

[ Ninetales (Alolan) ♂ ]: Named Malin, with a Hasty nature and the Snow Cloak ability. Gifted to Nordrin as a Vulpix upon attaining the rank of Marquis in the Battle Chateau in Kalos. It's resemblance to him as a Ninetales is not lost on him, and he suspects one of the Chateau staff picked this Pokémon for that reason. A clever Pokémon, Malin is as headstrong as his trainer. Though the two trust each other they butt heads, especially during training. Goes doubly so for the other Pokémon on the team.

[✦ Slurpuff ♂ ]: Named Chien, with a Hardy nature and the Sweet Veil ability. If there is one Pokémon that Nordrin spoils, it's this one. As a Swirlix Chien was extremely weak, but since meeting his trainer he's grown into a capable battler - and kitchen assistant. Chien is the perfect helper and acts as the median for Nordrin's team. He is a proud and responsible Pokémon and loves to soak up praise.

[ Mawile ♀ ]: Named Molaire, with a Brave nature and the Hyper Cutter ability. Brutally honest just like her trainer, she is Nordrin's number one critic. "Tough love" as they say. She is eager to jump into new things, whether it's trying new recipes or new battle strategies. A very active Pokémon that loves to fight and never backs down from a challenge.

[ Ribombee ♂ ]: Named Puck, with a Quirky nature and the Shield Dust ability. Captured by Nordrin for the species' ability to easily determine the ripeness of plants and their nutritious and edible pollen, it surprised Nordrin just how good Puck was in battle. Puck gives it's all in a battle because it doesn't get much exercise otherwise - it was caught in Kalos, and now in Galar it hates the cloudy, rainy weather, preferring to stay inside. Puck will try and get what he wants by giving people a pleading look with his big, cute eyes.

[ Azumarill ♂ ]: Named Marquant, with a Relaxed nature and the Huge Power ability. One of the more recent additions to Nordrin's team, they are still trying to work on his teamwork with the rest of the Pokémon. Very capable in battle, though a bit awkward in the kitchen - in fact it's rarely seen there during operational hours unless it's eating (there was one single occasion of a fire that he put out though). Very friendly, tries his best.

Benched Pokémon

[ Appletun ♀ ]: Named Pomme, with a Modest nature and the Ripen ability. She was actually Nordrin's first Pokémon, picked up as an Applin and mistaken for food. Very affectionate in private, including with people besides her trainer that she knows well, but more reserved around strangers. Since Nordrin switched to a Fairy-type theme, she mostly spends her time helping elsewhere: training new Pokémon on his team, assisting in the restaurant, feeding weary staff, etc. However, she is still powerful in battle and eagerly takes part when she can.

[ Vanilluxe ♂ ]: Named Vanil, with a Mild nature and the Ice Body ability. Vanil was a trusted ally before he evolved. Now with two heads and two brains, it takes him a bit longer to do things unless he mindlessly follows orders, which is not what Nordrin wants to make the poor thing do. On good days Vanil is a powerhouse in battle, on other days it helps out around High Steaks. No matter what job it's doing, it's happy just to be around people.

Other Pokémon

_{The High Steaks gym employs quite a number of Pokémon that live and work at the establishment. Even those that were not specifically captured by Nordrin report to him and follow his orders, as he's the boss.}

[ Indeedee ♂ ]: Named Lar, with a Serious nature and the Inner Focus ability. Lar is the maître d'hôtel of High Steaks, and he oversees all the other Pokémon that live and work in the restaurant. His authority over the Pokémon is second only to Nordrin himself. It's said that Lar just showed up outside of the restaurant one day during it's first few weeks, sensing that he was needed. He has been unfailingly loyal and caring to Nordrin since then.

[ Scyther ♂ ]: Named Mante, with a Bashful nature and the Technician ability. Mante was formerly a part of Nordrin's battling team, and though decently strong battling didn't suit him well. Mante was much happier helping to prep food, and so he was retired from the team once High Steaks officially opened. Whenever Mante is on the line, the speed of service increases five-fold. Surprisingly shy for such a deadly Pokémon.

[ Polteageist ]: Named Grayling, with a Quiet nature and the Weak Armor ability. A Pokémon that Nordrin met early on in his career. It traveled through Kalos with him, but was never much of a battler (though if provoked it puts up a hell of a fight). Grayling is one of Nordrin's closest friends out of all of his Pokémon, and they are often seen together after work hours are over. Although Grayling is a "phony form" Polteageist, Nordrin likes that about it.

[ Heat Rotom & Frost Rotom ]: Named Fou and Reft, with a Naughty and Impish nature respectively and the Levitate ability. They were ghosts that supposedly haunted the building that Nordrin bought and fixed up in order to start his restaurant. They've stopped playing tricks on Nordrin ever since he thoroughly beat them in battle, but seeing as they were just lonely and wanted attention he let them stay. They help keep appliances running smoothly, and during off season "play" with the dining guests.

[ Shuckle ♂ ]: Named Torti, with a Lax nature and the Gluttony ability. He lives at the gym and provides luxury syrups for one of a kind desserts. He also loves to slowly move around the kitchen and eat up any scraps that fall on the floor. He is the only "staff member" for whom laziness is tolerated, since his job is passive. Cooks and wait staff knock on his shell for good luck on their shifts.

[ OTHER POKéMON ]: Several Pokémon were specifically acquired by Nordrin or his staff for use in the restaurant. These Pokémon include: a few Cherubi, Bounsweet, Combee, and Paras, as well as multiple Milcery and Alcremie that Nordrin has bred. The former group of Pokémon all help to make or gather ingredients for the restaurant. The Milcery and Alcremie act like literal "kitchen fairies," flitting about to clean up or led a helping hand. The Milcery can be adopted by others, but only those that Nordrin approves of.

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RELATIONS

[This should remain empty for now. When characters are accepted, players are expected to write down what their character thinks of the other gym leaders, along with other PCs and NPCs that might cross their path.]

Some minor tweaks and he is done. Will gradually fill in the Pokemon section. And sorry Crimson, I know you are the fairy guy but it's what I thought would fit best in trying to fit in a single type theme!

Also I see there are quite a lot of food and sweets lovers among the sheets so far. And Nor is here to provide them to you all.

I'm dreaming of a bright writness.

Welcome to the guild!

World of Light

Word Count: 684 (+1 exp)
Level: 4 - Total EXP: 41/40
Location: Edinburgh MagikaPolis - Nyakuza Metro
𝙱𝙿 ●●●●●

Seeing as there were two people already with a purple pass including himself, with Jesse that made three. So the trio headed back toward the purple station, Therion taking the lead at first though eventually Raz took over in his excitement to get going. They all boarded, and soon enough the cat-pulled train got going.

Therion was quiet for most of the trip, content to just people watch and ignore whatever comments Raz and Jesse made. However he did pipe up when Raz directly addressed him (by the wrong name). He bristled slightly.

"Therion. That was when I was enchanted, or brain-washed, or whatever that thing does to people," he said, which was the truth. "I wasn't scared," he followed with, which was a lie. Therion crossed his arms and scowled, dropping himself onto one of the open seats on the subway car's benches.

"Can't blame a guy for thinking it was a spell that ran on mana." It was really his only frame of reference for weird stuff like that. In fact he still didn't know what a "psychic" was, just that they were technically different from mages. And, now, that their powers didn't rely on mana - which was good to know for the future.

When they pulled into the station, the place they arrived to was not at all what Therion had expected. When he thought of "Queen's Station" he pictured a magnificent building, with marble pillars and richly colored drapery looked after by more than a few decorated guardsmen. The doors would take them outside to some kind of castle town in a queendom. Instead, they got a dim, overgrown and sort of somber place that seemed like it was almost underground. There was a certain charm to it, as if it may have been the illustrious place Therion pictured years and years ago, but he couldn't be sure. As he, Jesse, and Raz ascended the spiral staircase and they were able to get a glimpse of the few people in the station, a sudden realization came to his mind. When Raz was listed off everything he was seeing he'd even made mention of a lot of bugs. The thief just barely stopped himself from slapping his own forehead.

"Queen as in an insect queen," he said, the tone of his voice very unamused. So the probably really were underground, in some kind of gigantic nest. That was frankly a disgusting thought, but Therion could bear with it thanks to the place looking more like an abandoned man-made structure than a hole in the ground. He left all of the note taking to the others, deciding to start ascending again. He only glanced back when Raz asked about the Moogles before trailing off into what might as well have been gibberish to Therion.

...now that he thought about it though, he had no clue how calling the Moogles actually worked. he'd seen that dark haired kid do it in the desert, and Vandham had given them a very brief rundown of the process, but was it really as simple as he'd made it sound? If Therion called out to one and nothing showed up he was going to feel really dumb. Deciding to ignore Raz's nonsense question, he cleared his throat before speaking.

"Moogle," he said, and after a few seconds one of the creatures popped up in front of them. It glanced around the area, slightly confused at first, but then it brought a little hand up to it's head and tapped it's noggin a few times.

"You must be with the recon team," it reasoned. "Sorry, but could you find a better place to call? We Moogles can hear you just fine, but back at the base they won't be able to pick up our return signal."

It looked overhead at the hanging moss, and out over the canyon where the area above them couldn't be seen given the combination of vegetation and shadows. "Try going up?" it suggested. It stuck around for any questions the crew might have before disappearing, leaving the three to themselves once more.

_{@Zoey Boey@TruthHurts22}

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

Beep~ Beepbeep~ Beep~ Beepbeepbeep~ ♪♫

The cutesy chime snapped Chabi out of her trance. Yes, definitely a meditative trance and not an extra morning nap in the break room before classes. She yawned and rubbed her face with one hand, the other blindly groping for the phone inside of her bag. Eventually she managed to find it, flipping it open and squinting at the text message she'd received.

"Meeting at Assembly Hall 11...? Tonight... Eh?"

She tilted her head in thought, wondering if she'd ever been there before. She couldn't recall even hearing about it before. Weren't there only ten halls in the facility? She hadn't even been here a whole year yet, but surely if such a place existed she would have heard about it by now. Interest peaked in the mystery, Chabi reached out to her partner via the telepathic bond between Master and Servant.

Saber, have you been to this place before? The eleventh assembly hall.

For a few moments there was no response. Then, a smooth, feminine voice replied.

I haven't. I take it you've received a certain message, my dear?

Yeah! How did you know?

I've overheard a couple talking about it already. Chabi, can you come and meet me in the corridor outside of your homeroom? We will talk more there.

Roger!

Chabi tucked the phone back into her bag and jumped up from her seat. So it seemed the message wasn't a prank or anything like that, and she wasn't the only one to receive it. How curious! She hurried to the meeting place, sputtering out quick greetings to classmates and faculty to she passed until finally she spotted her Servant.

Saber took the form of a woman on the shorter side, with shaggy light hair and a long horn protruding from the top of her head that easily gave anyone with a brain a clue to her identity - though even those missing their frontal lobe were offered her True Name when she met them. Chabi recalled how enchanted she was when she first summoned her partner, a Servant that had gone on to live immortal among the stars. Was it just affinity that had called the spirit Amalthea to her, or was it fate given her unique history? Chabi liked to believe it was the latter.

She strode up to Saber, noting that there was something in her hand. A sweet bun, packaged to go.

"Oooh, is that for me?"

"Oh, dear," Saber sighed, slightly exasperated as she took in her Master's disheveled appearance. Even so she held the treat out to the girl, who gratefully took it. "Sleeping in public again? You really shouldn't."

As Saber took to fixing Chabi's appearance, the girl unwrapped the bun and munched on it. After a few bites she questioned Saber again.

"So, you said other people got the message too?"

"Mhm." Saber relayed how while she'd been in the cafeteria fetching some snacks, she'd overheard Cassandra and her own Servant discussing it a little. Though they'd been on the quieter side after the Spartan had drawn attention with her shake, it wasn't eavesdropping if they were having a conversation in a public place Saber reasoned, and so she passed the information on to Chabi.

"I see." Chabi finished off the sweet bun, popping one of her fingers into her mouth to get the last of the crumbs. "I should go find Cassandra-senpai then, maybe she knows something?"

"Okay," Saber agreed, "After your classes."

"Eh? After? Don't you think this is important?" Chabi asked. She was met with a soft smile in reply, and then Saber's physical form fading away.

You still have seven hours before the meeting time. Get some studying in first. If you like I'll see what more I can find out for you until then.

Chabi groaned. Saber preferred speaking in person, so when she de-materialized like that it meant she wasn't up for a discussion. Classes weren't even mandatory, it wouldn't be any trouble for Chabi to skip out - but over the last few months she'd been following Saber's orders rather than the other way around, and truth be told she wasn't about to stop now. She did enjoy the lessons for the most part anyway...

Alright, alright... while you do that, maybe I'll get lucky and find someone else in the same situation!

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

Personally I like the similarities, and like you mentioned they have different personalities and approaches to things I'm sure.

As for posting, should be in the next day or two for me.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity [DISCONTINUED]

@Rezod92@SSW Technically Medusa is a mom too, hehe. Mom squad real (plus nanny). As far as if their true names would be known, assuming it's been about a month, I think Amalthea's identity would definitely be known. So yeah, feel free to assume she has doted on any and everyone.

World of Light

Word Count: 906 (+2 exp)
Level: 4 - Total EXP: 40/40
Location: Edinburgh MagikaPolis - Nyakuza Metro
𝙱𝙿 ●●●●●

Arriving at the area brightly lit in purple, Therion was pleased to find that it was indeed the station serving the Purple Line. The ticket booth, which he did not directly approach, was busy - but it wasn't so crowded that he couldn't see the cost of a pass. Ten pons. He stuck a hand into his bag and felt around the orbs inside where they sat with the other valuable-looking currencies he'd picked up. He currently had five pons. Halfway there, he mused.

Therion glanced back the way he'd come, out over the main atrium and above where most of the pons he'd collected had been. Even now he could spot a couple of them, out of the way and waiting for some acrobat to grab them. He could go get the other half that he needed, it would take some more searching but he could do it.

Or.

He was already here at the station, surrounding by cats, cat-people, and people-people that all had their own passes already. There was nothing stopping him from just grabbing one of those. Stealing was kind of his thing anyway, it wasn't something he was ashamed of or anything. He'd had to do what he did to survive. The only thing shameful in his opinion was getting caught, though he was much too good for that to happen. As if on queue the shackle around his wrist brushed against the hilt of his short sword, reminding the Traveler of it's presence. He frowned. ...again. Too good for it to happen again.

Therion left the station, getting into the line for one of the many restaurant stalls around the area to kill time while he thought. He was a professional, but when push came to shove he wasn't above pick-pocketing. He was good at that too, it was pretty much the first thing any thieving street urchin learned to do. The easiest marks were people in an unfamiliar environment. Because that included Therion himself, it would make it a bit harder to identify someone - especially because it couldn't be someone brand new to the place like he was. It needed to be someone with a pass already, but one they didn't use often. Tourists, newcomers, they all tended to act a certain way. He couldn't imagine it would be much different in this futuristic place than it was back in his world, so he just had to keep his eyes peeled for someone like that, with his goal in their hand. Now that who to target was decided, it was time to move on to when to strike.

He spent the time in the line observing people come and going from the purple station. Eventually he made it to the front of the food stall, and though he hadn't intended to buy anything he ended up ordering something for appearance's sake. A weird food, hand-held packed rice wrapped in some kind of dried leaf. He made his way back to the station proper as he munched on it. He'd decided that the best time would be when a train had just dropped off passengers. Their station passes would be in their hand as they moved, and they would put them away as they walked into the main area. Since they wouldn't be looking for the pass after that, quite the opposite in fact, it would take a bit to notice it was missing.

Right on time, the speaker sounded from inside the station area announcing the arrival of another train. Therion quickened his steps, and as the passengers spilled out from behind the pass-only section and into the atrium, the thief sharpened his eyes.

There, he spotted them. The perfect mark. A short little man wearing a cat costume (Therion was not about to question why, it was just another weird thing in the world), and the most oblivious expression on their face. They were oooing and aaahing as they swiveled their head, taking in the sights of the Metro. Therion would have thought they were completely new, if not for the purple card they held in their hand. Swiftly, Therion moved with the other people heading into the station, and he brushed hard by the toad just as they were moving to put their pass away. It took less than a second.

"Train to catch," he muttered, slipping the pass from the toad's loosened grip and into his shawl. To his amusement the guy actually apologized to him, unaware of what had just happened. "Oof, sorry! Safe travels!" They said, the voice grating but tone genuinely apologetic. The toad went on their way, and Therion did too - hustling right past the ticket booth where he produced the pass from his opposite hand, showing it to the clerk before going in. Once inside he stowed the pass safely away, took a lap around to check it out, then walked right back out. Making a beeline for the kiosk where the Seekers had separated from, he arrived to find he was one of the first to be back. It made sense, stealing some poor sap's pass did end up being way faster than going to get five more pons would have been.

"I got a pass to the Purple Line," he told the group once more of them found their way back. "If we're doing this whole team thing, I could show a couple of you where the ticket booth is."