Blood spilled in Paradise [X, NDE, Hard]

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The message over the loud speaker wasn't heard by Christoph as he had already walked off from the bus station and was looking around the island town. The architecture of the town had hints of old world mixed with new depending where he looked. There was a lot of signs pointing towards cafes and shops for people to buy things, he didn't feel like any of that would be worth looking at. Common things that they sold to tourists and the like. None of that really held any interest to him, sure they were nice to look at, but they would be better suited to belong to a real human being not a freak like himself.

With that out of the way he walked away from the normal tourist area and went towards the area that seemed to be the center of the town or so he thought. As he walked he passed by a strange sign, all it said was church and it had an arrow pointed towards a part of town. Christoph stopped walking and looked at the sign for a moment to think. “A-a-a church here.... would be i-i-i-i-interesting to s-s-s-see.” He had the thought that the church it's self would probably be much older than most of the modern buildings and would be more interesting to draw. He hadn't drawn a church since he lived in France and he missed trying to capture the feeling they had.

However without knowing how far the church was he didn't want to wander into the bad parts of the town. While painting the church was a real draw to him he was scared of what might happen to him if he went too far from the tourist place. So instead he decided to stay near the bus station and draw the buildings that were there around him, along with the people that were walking the streets. The sketch pad he had was soon filled with drawings of all kinds, from a family walking off to shops to the animals wandering around the streets looking for food. It was all in there, all captured off of Chris just simply looking at the streets before him.

Before he got to the last page in his drawing pad he stopped himself not wanting to use up all the paper in one spot. After all if he didn't save some pages he wouldn't be able to draw later. So he closed the pad and stood up wanting to go back to the hotel as it had gotten a bit late. However as he stood up he bumped into someone. He fell to the ground, and his drawing pad flew to the ground as well. As he started to rub his head he looked up to see who was before him and who he had bumped into.

(ooc: rolling for a random encounter with a stranger that Christoph just accidentally bumped into, because why not make his life more difficult and it would be more interesting than him just heading back to the hotel.)
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[Schultz Silverhult]

Luck was on Schultz's side, encountering another priest from the same sect. He had expected to have to try multiple times to speak with the locals before finding anything out, but it seemed that fate was with him, leading him to Brother Lopez. The two of them quickly left the docks, making their way towards a car that had been parked outside. Schultz climbed into the spacious back seat, buckling himself in, while Brother Lopez took the driver's seat, pulling the car out of its spot and starting them down the road. A car, a pleasant guide; these factors were much more convenient and enjoyable than the nauseating sea cruise out to Fiji in the first place. Maybe this mission wouldn't be so bad after all!

As Lopez explained the layout of the city, Schultz was already going through the bag, examining the clothing given to him. A thick wool shirt in a shade of blue went well with a long pair of warm-looking slacks and watertight boots. The raincoat was thick and warm, the inside and hood lined with fur while the outside was waterproofed to keep the rain off; it was a fairly high-quality jacket, one that Schultz could appreciate. There was even a pocket big enough for his notebook on the inside, to keep it dry in the elements, though in its released state the water seemed to run off it and leave the ink untouched. Still, whatever helped; Schultz wasn't going to complain. The extra money and the food were a nice touch, though Schultz expected the latter wouldn't be needed if he was going to be staying at the Spiritual Sect; likely, they would eat meals together, and food would not be an issue.

Schultz listened with interest about the state of medical facilities in the area; though he was not trained or educated in the medical field, he was self-taught enough to be competent, even able to provide a minor healing aura with his touch. He figured that if he was going to be in the area for a while, finding leads on the local Hollows and such, he could volunteer at the hospital in his free time, perhaps do some good for the region. Father Alan had always spoken of providing for others, after all; it was their duty as capable churchmen to do what they could to help everyone, not just those of their sect. Schultz made note of the building's location, determined to help when he was able.

Finally, the car pulled up to the church, and Schultz was escorted inside. He was amazed at the fine building, in awe of the painted glass windows, the sheer size of the building; the Fullbringer's home church was about half as big, and far more empty, with only two residents—himself and Father Alan—occupying its hall. Here, there were a handful of priests, and even a few attendees, people who wanted to learn more about the spiritual world and the part that it played in their lives. Schultz followed behind Lopez, a look of excitement on his face as he was led to the front altar, to a man in black who knelt there. Soon he was introduced to Father Christopher, the leader of the church. After an exchange of pleasantries and introductions, Schultz was asked if he had any questions. There were a few on his mind.

“Well, there are two things I wanted to speak to you about, Father. As you have heard, I have been sent as an exorcist, not just a missionary; my goal is to hunt down and incapacitate Hollows so that Shinigami may come and purify them. I have heard from Father Alan that strange things have happened in this area, something about unusual creatures or something like that, and we believe it to be Hollows. Have you heard anything about these?” He paused, waiting for the answer to be given, and then added his second question, a bit sheepishly. “The second is a bit of a selfish request, Father; if it is possible, would we be able to make time during the days that I could visit the hospital? I think I could volunteer my skills there; I'm not a bad healer, at least when it comes to minor injuries and illnesses...”

(OOC: RC said I could update Schultz's stats to current, so:

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{Schultz's Stats (Updated)}]Stats

Strength – [100 x 0.5] (50) Points

Speed – [400 x 2] (800) Points

Spiritual Pressure – [400] (400) Points

Reiatsu Strength – [400 x 2] (800) Points

Light Aura - [100] Points

Dark Aura - [0] Points

Instinct - [200] Points

Senses - [150] Points

Energy sensory – [100 x 0.85] (85) Points

Healing Expertise - [250] Points


Total SP: [2000] points

[Pavel Fedoseev]

"Sir, I have a question! Where can a Fullbringer go around here to blow off some.. steam? I mean, I'm used to fighting for my life day in and day out, this sitting around is making me... antsy. Got anywhere in the program to just hit stuff?" the man merely gazed at him before the charismatic smile on his face continued. "Of course! If you want a place to blow off some steam, you can always visit the batting cages. Another place where you can blow off some steam is asking the fruit bar and requesting a fuirt smash. You will be given any large fruit that you want to smash and you can smash it anywhere. Its luxury! It is for your relaxation! And it helps homicidal feelings. The last thing we want to have is a homicidal maniac running around and forcing the patrons to fight each other. We are here to relax and to have fun. So there will be no fighting. However, if you really want to let off some steam. There probably is some fighting circle in the city there. But why would you want to go there. Other than the tourist designation the rest of the town is... ill reputated. That is probably where you find some place to "Blow off" illegal steam. Is that all you needed?" with that said, the CEO had several options to blow off steam.

[OOC] So Faust had a in chat descision to change chris' actions and have him go back to the hotel. He may post again and I will post his reply.

[Kazura Uzaki]

"Alright, thanks!" On his way deeper into the hotel, the Fullbringer sent the Host a knowing smile and a sly wink. The kind of gesture that said "I have ulterior motives, so you had better keep an eye on me". He walked up to the bar and waited to be served. "One Fruit Smash please. Tomato, if you've got it." If he received his whole Watermelon, he'd take it over to the batting cages he was told about. Rather than going for his fancy glowing bat, he opted for one of the Hotel's bats. He was about to have a little fun.

Holding the bat in one hand and the tomato in the other he tossed the fruit into the air and drew the bat backwards ready to hit it. Before he smashed the tomato, he forced all of the water in the tomato (of which there is a lot) to freeze using Soul Command. As soon as the bat collided with the tomato, frozen shards of icy fruit were blasted across the cage. Leaving the mes to be cleaned up by someone else, he left the bat on the plate as well. He was a CEO on vacation, and he wanted to make a scene. No real reason why, he just felt like it'd be fun. Taking up his bags again, he headed off towards his room. He was done for the day. He would tinker with his purchases later, for now he was just going to crash and take a nap. Jet lag had him tired.

Remaining Reiatsu: 3950/4000 (-50 Soul Command)

[Marcus Cole]

Marcus just returned to his modest apartment in the heart of Karakura. There had been a report of several waves of hollows flooding the streets of New York City and the Shingiami approach was lazy. Marcus knew that if reliable Soul Reapers such as Harle were more plentiful, Soul Society would be much more effective in protecting the human world. Of course, they could never do better than Uzaki Enterprise. Kazura planned to protect his home world, which ultimately meant nothing to the foreign Shinigami with no ties to Earth except, in some cases, a forgotten past life. It was up to people like Kazura, with his loyal subordinate Marcus, to defend innocents from hollow attacks across the globe.

Marcus wasn’t used to receiving male other than spam, so he was surprised when a package with his name on it sat in wait at his door. Marcus was too intrigued by the mail to settle down and rest before opening it. The Fullbringer locked the door, and cut the box open with a kunai from the pouch at his waist. The cardboard container held a DVD box with an image of a tropical beach. Marcus was never one to even think about taking a vacation or go relaxing on the shores of Tahiti or any other tropical honeymoon location. However, what caught his attention were the words “You will not regret this.” That wasn’t the best marketing. Most advertising experts would stay away from words like ‘regret’ and focus primarily on promoting the best aspects of whatever they’re drawing attention to.

Marcus was only truly put at the edge of his seat when he saw the gory message written in crimson on the disc. With concerned urgency, the assassin popped the DVD into his laptop and immediately played it. He indifferently watched the video play out until the part that had been taped over appeared. Marcus’s expression hardened and his ice-blue eyes were cold and focused. Kazura would want to know about this. However, the Uzaki Enterprise Executive could not be reached through his office and was apparently on vacation. Marcus would have to settle with leaving a voicemail and borrowing a private jet to take him to the island of Fiji. Marcus had a hell of a trip planned. Underneath the few civilians clothes he packet, his battle suit and weapons took up the bulk of his suitcase. This would be fun.

Upon arriving at the specified resort in the Island, Marcus approached the front desk and stuttered his name to them. They led him to his room, where the Fullbringer set down his phone case and throughly inspected the suit to search for cameras, microphones, or any other devices that allows the hotel to spy on him at all. He had no doubt that they desired him for whatever experiments they are carrying out under everyone's noses. The Fullbringer placed his changes of clothes into the wardrobe so that he may lock his suitcase, preventing the hotel staff from searching his luggage. The only weapons Marcus would keep on his body were 15 kunai and his escrima sticks, which he would strap to his belt and hide under his large hawaiian shirt. The sun was beginning to set, and Marcus was in the mood to go out and explore when the night set in.

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Strength - [300] (450) Points

Speed - [350] (700) Points

Spiritual Pressure - [350] (210) Points

Reiatsu Strength - [50] (25) Points

Light Aura - [60] Points

Dark Aura - [40] Points

Instinct - [100] (200) Points

Senses - [100] (75) Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Total SP: [1250] Points

Abilities

• [Martial Arts: Escrima] {3}
  
  
• [Weapons: Staff] {1}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {3}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {3}
  
  
• [Special Skill: Movement] {1}
  
  
• [Stealth] {1}
  
  
• [Acrobatics] {3}
  
  

Items:

15 Kunai

Suit MK I

Escrima Sticks/Staff

[Pavel Fedoseev]

[OOC] I changed my mind, they have 10 extra posts before having to go back. I am greedy that way. Props to Ruvik, Havoc, and Cookie for giving me the three ideas.

[IC]

“Well, there are two things I wanted to speak to you about, Father. As you have heard, I have been sent as an exorcist, not just a missionary; my goal is to hunt down and incapacitate Hollows so that Shinigami may come and purify them. I have heard from Father Alan that strange things have happened in this area, something about unusual creatures or something like that, and we believe it to be Hollows. Have you heard anything about these? The second is a bit of a selfish request, Father; if it is possible, would we be able to make time during the days that I could visit the hospital? I think I could volunteer my skills there; I'm not a bad healer, at least when it comes to minor injuries and illnesses...” the Father thought for a second before smiling. "We have dealt with them but you are right, they are showing up more frequently. They show up infrequently but in large numbers. Tonight the others have not reported hearing about any strange creatures as of late. So that means they will not show up tonight. Now for your request, You have three hours to do what you need to do. We need as much help but this side of town gets rough at night." with the sun slowly coming down the sky began to turn crimson.

The drive towards the hospital would take thirty minutes, it was a medium sized, two story multi building typical hospital. From the church it would be no more than two miles. However, it was not until the moment they entered the hospital. Were the two mobbed by two nurses, both dressed in head to toe in their uniform. It was hard to discern age but they appeared to be two young females. "ah! Is this our assistant? Good. We have three cases that need to be handled now." immediately one of them grabbed Schultz by his hand and guided him through the chaos and confusion. When they arrived there were three beds with three patients on each of these beds, the doctors ran around in the background, prepping surguries and the such. On the bed to the right was a man with a large gash on his stomach, he appeared to be in his mid thirties, with dark skin. "Farming accident. He was cutting some of his plants when the equipment he used broke and slashed his stomach." the nurse pointed out. The one in the middle was unconscious, his legs were bent in ways that it should not, he appeared to be in his late sixties, also dark skinned. "He fell down the stairs. Poor thing..." the final one was decapitated. It was a female, her head was on a stand next to the body, she appeared to be in her mid thirties. A series of tubes kept the head and body alive, "It was lucky that we could keep her alive this way. But she wont last long without help."

[OOC] The Gash and the are both worth 20 QP. The Decapitated head is 50. Faust and Marcus can post again, they are not doing much note worthy so continue until you do something.

[Kazura Uzaki]

((Why did Kazura not get anything? If he doesn't have any reactions to his actions, he's going to his room))

[Marcus Cole]

Marcus decided that the best place to begin investigating the resort would be the place with the best view: the roof. After dressing himself into his combat suit, Marcus opened the window of his suite and hopped right out, making sure that he closed the window behind him. No need to leave any hints toward where he disappeared to. The Fullbringer used airground to rapidly climb up the side of the hotel, moving so quickly that anyone who happened to look his way would only see a faint blur disappear from sight onto the roof.

Upon reaching the top of the resort, Marcus would scan the local grounds of the hotel, searching for any groups of suspicious people. Even a single individual with questionable motives would attract his attention. Perhaps a strange building would catch his eye. Marcus would also be looking for anyone that he might recognize, another possible Fullbringer. Maybe he wasn’t the only Uzaki Enterprise employee to be recruited. Perhaps that strange man, Kitai, was here as well. After all, it is a hotel for spiritually aware humans alone. He planned on stalking and pursuing whatever gets his attention.




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[Pavel Fedoseev]

[OOC] I was under the premise that was Kazuras intention, but I have better plans now. Also, whoo! Someone rolled a 1. Also bad post is bad, I will leave Kazuras and Marcus' reactions based on what they want to do now.

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As Chris wandered deeper and deeper into the city, he would become lost in the sea of men and women, getting through their average day and into their average afternoons. It was an ocean of clothing as people quickly moved past and around each other, shoving those that were not strong or fast enough to push through. After five minutes of being shoved from one location to another, Chris would find himself in a corner between two concrete apartments. There were double doors on either way and the main streets to his left and right were crowded. However, just as he was about to move a large hand grabbed onto his mouth and two more hands grabbed his arms before a voice crept beside his left ear. It was a gravely and intensely deep voice, "Do not move. Or we cut your throat. You wandered into the wrong part of the city, Whiteboy." with that a knife would be placed onto his neck. From the corner of his eye he would see that the person keeping him hostage was a black male, bald, and had a very smooth face. From the basic looks he would appear in his mid twenties, a very young and charismatic man leading a gang of thugs.

"See. We don't see your kind here, the pale white skin, that means you're more than likely a shut in. Which means you may or nay not be valuable to someone. If anything you are worth something to someone on the trade. So you can do this the easy way? Or you can do this the hard way. The choice is yours." as the man spoke to chris, the other two who had his arms in their vice like grip slowly tightened their hands, showing that if they willed it, his arms would be crushed in a few seconds. "If you struggle, we will kill you. If you come complcantly, I swear... We will find you the most 'gentlest' clients." the man growled. He could try to resist but that would not be wise. The Albino was in a very tough situation, what would he do?

[ooc] Stats and type will be revealed if action against them is taken.

[IC]

As Marcus began to wander around the general area of the hotel, it happened to be by fate that both Kazura and Marcus would get lost and whirled within the crowds of men and women exploring the hotel. At that moment of confusion it would be revealed that Kazura had wandered and met up with Marcus. What they did afterwards was up to them.

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Christoph didn't know what was going on he had taken a wrong turn and now someone had grabbed him from behind. He wanted to scream he wanted to run away, but he couldn't they held on too tight and he couldn't get away. He was paralyzed with fear as they spoke to him. He understood their words, but not what they meant by it. Why would he be of any value to anyone. He was a worthless freak who didn't desire to live. The only person who cared about him was his teacher Jin and even then it wasn't as if he had much cash to spare. No he wasn't worth it, not to Jin not to anyone.

In a panic he tired to get away, but it didn't work out for him, he could feel the grip of whoever was holding onto him tighten, which in turn made him struggle more. The more he tried to get away the tighter their grip became until he felt something snap in his arms. A pain that he had never felt before shot through his body as he almost passed out. His heart racing he attempted to bite down on the hand that was covering his mouth. In retaliation he felt something slip around his neck and then nothing. There was nothing more from him. His neck had been snapped his body went limp and he was dead. Whatever they did with his body after that wasn't important.

(OOC:I'm dropping Christoph as a character for a long time, maybe forever I've spoken to clock about this.)


Vannan had a big grin across his face as he stepped out of a portal and into the middle of a hotel on the very same island that a young painter had just been killed. While he was still dressed in the typical Vandenreich clothing he had a big grin because of where he was. He was on a tropical island that had high reports of fullbringers and his mission was to bring back things of value for the Vandenreich. This was an easy mission, he couldn't belive his luck, after so many dangerous missions he had gotten an easy one he could enjoy.

This being a tropical beach resort he could slip away and go mingle with some of the beautiful females that would be around. If they were fullbringers he would just invite them back to the hotel room he had just taken over. He wasn't alone on this mission, however that didn't matter the person he was with also shared his view on life which was nice, Vannan did like this captain. This was going to be a fun mission no matter what happened and having a captain with him that wasn't like Caesar was just a bonus.

[Schultz Silverhult]

The status report was brief, but informative; there had been a large number of Hollows on the island, and there had been several attacks. However, it seemed as though either their numbers were dwindling, or else they were regrouping to gather their strength again. Destruction could only come at the hands of a Shinigami or a Quincy; the former purified Hollows with their Zanpaktou, while the latter simply eliminated them. While it was wrong for Quincies to do so, Father Alan had cautioned Schultz not to judge or assume simply because of one factor. He explained that Quincies did in fact believe they were doing the right thing as spiritually-gifted humans who could defeat the monstrous Hollows, rather than acting out of malicious intent. That didn't stop Schultz from wishing they would see the wrong in destroying souls that could be saved, and as such, he hoped he did not have to meet many Quincy in the near future.

But that was a matter for another time; there was also the possibility that the Hollows were retreating to gather their strength. While many basic Hollows weren't particularly smart and didn't organize, the presence of a single Adjuchas or higher could easily round a wild mob of Hollows into an organized fighting force. Schultz hadn't sensed anything strong enough to be an Adjuchas, but his ability to sense Reiatsu was limited and untrained; he could get vague feelings and sometimes pinpoint strong, close-proximity energies, but that was it. So it was worth expecting that the Hollows might simply be regrouping, and could come back at a later point. Vigilance would be necessary, when possible.

For now, however, Schultz had been granted three hours in order to work at the hospital and do what he could to help the community. The drive was not terribly long, but with the deadline that he had been given, the Fullbringer estimated that at best he'd be given about two hours in which he would actually be able to work. Time restraints aside, he still headed in, greeted by the nurses and practically dragged off. Schultz wasn't sure what to make of such behavior, but he understood that there were likely critical cases that required his attention. It didn't take much convincing to get the boy to hurry, though; he wanted to help as many people as he possibly could, given the time allotted.

The first case was a simple injury, at least on the scale of those that Schultz had seen. Though the gash was deep, it was something he could handle with relative ease. Closing his eyes, he drew upon his abilities as a Fullbringer, calling his Reiatsu to him. Slowly his hands began to glow with a shimmering green aura, one that enveloped them from wrists to fingertips, and his lips began to move in a soft prayer. Though it was not necessary for use of this particular art, Father Alan had always stressed proper etiquette for drawing upon the powers granted to them by the grace of the Spirit King himself. Schultz agreed, and applied the principle of thankfulness to any benevolence his powers allowed him to bring to others.

“Oh great king of the Spiritual realms, bless this fallen soul that he may not yet rejoin the cycle; allow me, in your benevolence, to restore his body and bring him forth to do the works he has yet to fulfill.” As he prayed, Schultz lowered his hands to the man's wound, letting the flow of spiritual energy flow outwards from him and into the injury beneath his hands. The edges of the wound became smoother, cleaner-cut, and began slowly knitting together. New flesh and muscle began to extend outwards, slowly weaving across the injury. It was a slow process, taking a good ten minutes, but slowly the wound closed itself, leaving only scar tissue that was lighter than the skin around it. Still, the man would live, and likely not exhibit any stiffness or issues in movement that would come with normal scar tissue.

Others, however, were beyond Schultz's meager healing abilities. Though he was able to close wounds with his spiritual energy, that was the most he could accomplish; setting and healing bones, for example, were beyond him. But just because he was not able to directly heal the injuries didn't mean that he couldn't help with them; the scholar knew enough about basic medical work to bind and splint both legs into their proper positions, and then release some of his Reiatsu to knit the muscles and skin together where necessary. It was a short-term patch-up, and only time would heal the breaks in the bones, but Schultz was fairly confident that the man would be able to walk again, albeit in the distant future; it would take time, but recovery was possible.

The last of the major cases Schultz was brought over to was the worst by far. A woman, not-so-cleanly decapitated, was kept alive by machinery, tubes connected to the severed portions keeping her somewhat stable. The Fullbringer paused, his stomach twisting as he stared at the grievous wound; even with technology, the woman would not last long. She shouldn't have been kept alive this long, either, not with the terrible fate that had befallen her. How much pain she must be in, especially with the panic of being the closest thing to dead. Schultz felt like he was going to be ill, considering the injury before him, and worse, he couldn't think of any way to heal the woman. He was no magician; he could restore some minor wounds with his spiritual abilities, but this was beyond him. Even his knoweldge of medical practice could do nothing to save the poor woman.

“I...I'm sorry...” Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and he knelt down by the woman's side, taking a hand into his own. “There's... there's nothing I can do here. It's just too severe, too much. If Father Alan were here, he might have been able to do something but...” Schultz wiped at his eyes, trying to clear them. “The best we can do, is to let her go mercifully into the Spirit King's cycle of souls, to be reborn in Soul Society and to live out a fresh new life there.”

The young Fullbringer took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he continued to hold the woman's hand. After a moment, he spoke quietly, giving one last prayer to send her on her way. “Great and mighty king of the spiritual realms, take this soul into your arms now; guide her, lead her from this suffering and pain, and bless her with a new life among the souls in your world. May she live a blessed and full life in the realm of the spirits, so that she may one day be reborn anew, as is your will.”

With that, Schultz nodded to the nurses; there was little more he could do, and he hoped that they understood the right thing to do in this situation. It pained him, to see a human life end; though they simply moved through the cycle, to another realm, it was the end of a chapter, and in a way, the end of an entire person. When they were reborn into the world of the living, they would be born anew, going through a new life as a new person. Schultz hoped that his own journey would be long in coming.

Checking the time, Schultz realized that his curfew was nearly up; he would have to return to the church for the night. Bowing to the medical staff in apology for his departure, the Fullbringer spared one last look towards the woman whose life had come to an end, before finally making his way back to the car to return to the church. Once there, he would seek his lodgings and close himself in for the night, where he would spend a short while praying for the life he could not save. After that, he would retire to bed; tomorrow was another day, and there was ever work to be done in the Spirit King's name.

[Marcus Cole]

Marcus was surprised to catch sight of Kazura from the rooftop, but the man’s familiar brown hair and facial features definitely stood out to the assassin. So it seemed that Kazura had been called to the island by the evil scientists behind the experimentation on other Fullbringers. Marcus had no reason to believe that his employer had any reason to know about the experiments, for the video seemed exclusive. However, there was a chance that the copy that was taped over would be copied to send out more invitations. For now, Marcus had to assume that Kazura was at risk.

Therefore, Marcus wouldn’t expose his presence to the man he admired so much. Instead, he would follow Kazura with his eyes from the rooftop. Night was approaching, and if Kazura ever got out of sight, Marcus could pursue him silently, with his reiatsu signature suppressed. He was going to shadow Kazura to protect him, at least until he got a chance to talk to Kazura privately without any potential enemies around. Until he figured out where Kazura was going, he would just watch from the roof.

[Kazura Uzaki]

((Since Kazura can't see Marcus, he just goes to his room))

[Pavel Fedoseev]

[OOC] Soryy for Late posts guys. By the way, where the hell is Vannans stats?

[IC]

The captain that was chosen to accompany the Vandenreich Liutenant was not as strict as Caesar, in fact the person that was chosen was not even the same gender as the General. It was a female, a woman of converted nature. The woman appeared in her early twenties, her skin was rather light, if not a lighter shade of pale. On her face were a light spread of freckles. She had a fair amount of makeup on, with an even amount of a dark shade on the upper part of her eyes. the final thing that was noticable about this person was the fact that her eyes were a very bright shade of blue. This would be the most noticable feature of this person was that she had very light eyes. When she exited the portal, after the liutenant she fixed the tan hood over her head and made sure that what she wore over her normal attire was perfectly hiding it. As they stepped into the busy resort, the woman immediatly grabbed onto the man's hand and pulled him closer to her. "We must properly find a base of operations." she softly spoke to the liutenant.

Unlike some of the members of the army, there are high ranking members who still retain, as what Vannan may call it "their humanity." the capability of expressing mercy or the ability to understand and empathize with someone else their dislike of fighting. This one was one of them. She was still close to the mission, but had an understanding as to how another person could feel about it. When she spoke, it was soft yet capable of being heard at a close distance, along with her voice it had a french accent, showing the origin of this woman. "Ah yes, I still have not introduced myself. My name is Nadine. And I know your name as Vannan. Yes? I do hope we will be able to work well together. Yes? I believe our room is on the thirtieth floor. And please do stay close. Once there we can gather informationI understand you want to have fun. But your reputation for being highly promoscuous exceeds you." and with that Vannan had a choice of following orders or disregarding them and running, it was however highly reccomended he did. As the sun was continuing to steadily set and the event would surely play off.

[OOC] Schultz has returned to bed. And is out of the posting order until the next quest. As a result he is given the rewards early. I also think I can reward the TP given after the quest yes? If so Schultz also gains the reward for completing the easy part of the quest. +40 QP and 200 TP. Marcus has chosen to interact with Kazura who has returned to his room. Next post will either be Kazura or Vannan.

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Vannan laughed a bit at Nadine comment about him having a promiscuous nature being a topic of discussion amongst the other members of the Vandenreich . It struck him as odd seeing as he never told others about him flirting with the enemy, however he assumed that any sort of flirting seemed to be promiscuous given the way Caeasr was so strict. So it was kinda normal for his little flirting to get blown out of proportion. Vannan was relaxed the hotel didn't seem to be that bad and if he was lucky they would have an ocean view, but more than that he wasn't worried because of all the equipment he had brought with him.

Along side the normal uniform he had he was already wearing the stealth cloak over his clothing. Under it was a belt holding a vast amount of bullets and two normal pistols. If this was an island full of fullbringers he didn't need special bullets to take them out. Normal ones would rip through them like putty. Along side that he had his trusty ring of Icarus and the Wrath of Uriel. These two last items have become a standard along side the pair of cheap sunglasses he had on and the second set he kept in his jacket's pocket. Vannan was a walking arsenal at the moment and he didn't have any intention to let his guard down.

Vannan nodded and followed Nadine to the hotel room, once inside he looked around at it, there was sadly only one bed however it was large enough for the both of them to share it if needed. “Guess we have to share the bed.” Vannan didn't mean anything sexual out of his comment he was just commenting on the fact that there was only one place to sleep in the room that they had gotten. ”Not that I would mind that.” He smiled at Nadine before stepping towards the window to see the sights. From here he could see the beach and a few people around the beach. “So what are your orders?”

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Strength ☣ [150] Points x.33= 50

Speed ☣ [200] Points

Spiritual Pressure ☣ [200] Points

Reiatsu Strength ☣ [300]x2=600Points

Light Aura ☣ [75] Points

Dark Aura ☣ [25] Points

Instinct ☣ [150].33=50 Points

Senses ☣ [50]= 50 Points

Energy sensory ☣ [0]x2=0 points

Healing Expertise ☣ [50].33=17 points

☣ [Stealth ] [2]
☣ [Archery] [2]
☣ [Acting] [2]
☣ [Sex] [2]
☣ [Focused Eye] [2]
☣ [Strength of will] [2]
☣ [Battle analysis] [2]