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[Jonkenpon.]

The Marionette

Nadia Vorona
Location: Mountain pass - Night Raid Base training ground
Time: 7am
Mentions: N/A
Interactions: Solemn Jester / Andreas

The path through the mountains was rugged, narrow, and cloaked in a heavy fog. Nadia Vorona’s breath came out in steady puffs as she navigated the rocky terrain, the cool air biting against her skin. Her boots crunched on the gravel beneath her as she moved with purpose, a stark contrast to the natural stillness around her. The weight of the mission she had been given sat heavy on her shoulders. The Revolutionary Army had sent her to replace those lost in the recent ambush, a deadly trap set by the Empire that had left Night Raid staggering in its wake. She was a lieutenant within the Revolutionary Army—a veteran who had seen the bloodshed and the broken lives, someone with a reputation for getting the job done. Yet, this was different. This was Night Raid, the heart of the revolution, and she had to prove herself among them.

As she neared the hidden base of Night Raid, the path became steeper, the fog clearing slightly to reveal the stone structure ahead. The base located in a mountain, its location a well-kept secret among the few who knew it. From a distance, it looked unassuming, just another part of the craggy, unforgiving landscape. But for those who called it home, it was a sanctuary—and a target.

Inside the base, the mountain's silence gave way to the faint hum of life within its hidden halls. The air was cool and still, carrying the muted sounds of movement from deeper within. Nadia’s footsteps were soft but deliberate on the stone floor, her senses attuned to the faint echoes that whispered of unseen activity. The space felt functional, made for necessity rather than comfort, with a weight that spoke of secrets and battles fought far from the light of day.

She continued down the corridors, the faint scent of sweat lingering in the air, a reminder of the recent conflict. Her gaze was steady, her focus sharp. Each step was calculated, as though she were measuring the space around her, ready for any sign of hostility or hidden danger. She wasn’t one to jump to conclusions, but the stories she’d heard about Night Raid’s operations made it clear that they were far from ordinary. This wasn’t just another fight.

The tension of the mission gnawed at her, but it was something she had learned to push aside. She had spent years sharpening her instincts, becoming a weapon that could blend in, infiltrate, and eliminate when necessary. No matter how grim the circumstances, her role was clear: she was to reinforce the unit, find out what went wrong during the mission, and if necessary, cut down anyone who threatened their cause.

Nadia’s destination soon came into view: the training grounds. She had heard rumors of Andreas, the one who had seemingly held the group together. The moment she entered the grounds, she immediately sensed the intense presence of the man she’d been briefed about. He was a force of nature—his power and frustration tangible in the air around him. His blows struck the training posts with such force that the ground itself trembled underfoot.

For a moment, she paused, taking in the scene. His movements were primal, as if he were venting years of anger and confusion into every swing. Nadia could almost taste the frustration in the air, a raw energy that spoke of a leader at war with both his enemies and himself.

Yet, Nadia knew she couldn’t wait for him to finish his tirade. She stepped forward, her expression calm, but her eyes betraying the sense of urgency she felt. She had her orders, and she would not allow herself to be intimidated, not by the mountain, not by the tension, and certainly not by this man’s display of force.

Her voice cut through the tension in the air.

“You must be Andreas,” she said, her tone businesslike yet not without a hint of recognition.

“I’m Nadia Vorona,” she continued once she had his attention. “Lieutenant from the Revolutionary Army. I was sent here to help reinforce Night Raid’s numbers after the incident.”

She shifted her stance slightly, her arms now crossed loosely over her chest. “I’ve heard about the losses you’ve suffered. I’m sorry for what you’ve endured. If there’s anything I can do to assist, I’m at your disposal.”

Her words were measured, offering a hint of sympathy without lingering on it too long. She knew better than to press too much in a situation like this. Instead, she focused on presenting herself as an asset—a reinforcement, not a burden.

Pausing briefly, she added, “I’ve worked infiltration, reconnaissance, and sabotage missions for the Revolutionary Army. I’ll follow your lead, but I’m happy to step in wherever you need me most.”

Her gaze flickered momentarily to the shattered remnants of the training posts before settling back on Andreas. Despite the chaos and tension surrounding her arrival, Nadia remained composed, ready to prove herself as a valuable addition to the team.

 

[NeramoDJI]

Regulus

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In the imperial castle, there was a man pacing back and forth in a very decorated office, as clearly no expense was spared in the design. It was something that this man, Regulus, was deeply proud of. His own design skills were something he would never hesitate to show off. He was currently looking over a report of last nights events, and the propaganda spin he had put on it for the newspapers.

"Oh, Cassie darling, I've done it again. "Empire's own Legendary Hero stops murderous rebels in capitol without drawing his sword." Oh the headlines just write themselves for me, I've never had a muse so easily accessible as that tribal beast." The man said to the woman outside the door, his secretary. He placed the piece on his desk, before resting his head on his chin while sitting down. He looked over the different pieces of paperwork, reading something he had written down earlier, before shifting towards a report on someone he had decided to involve in his plans.

A certain Sarathiel, who he was considering as his next muse, what with her new close position to the legendary general and all. He continued reading, muttering to himself as he went. "...Specializes in stealth, assassination, espionag- Oh so you've been here the whole time, why didn't you say something darling! I'm not a man who likes to waste time, particularly not with one of my beloved muses nearby!" He said out loud to seemingly nothing, putting the piece of paper down.

 

[EMIYAman]

Adjudicator Satharial
Mentions: NeramoDJI
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The opulent man paced back and forth excitably. Speaking to himself in a hurried, almost manic tone but possessing a clear intelligence to it. With a vision likely only he understood he set forth his plans, and called upon his servants to witness even a fraction of its grandeur. An eccentric man who rules over his own little kingdom of "artistry". Another strange soul, unable to be understood. Given purpose within the Empires hands. At least Satharial imagined it was something like that.

In response to Regulus seemingly mad ravings she stepped out from her shadowed hide away. Somehow managing to blend into the sparse darkness of a lit room such as the one they were in. Showing no reaction to being spotted, or the bizarreness of her being hidden in the room at all Satharial merely took a seated position upon a particularly gaudy cushion. "I was merely in the area Minister Marshtal; those reports had to come upon you through a medium after all." The Adjudicator wore a polite smile that didn't reach her eyes. Compared to the night before when she had clashed with Night Raid her countenance now was almost a complete 180 to the sadistic Black Flash. Some things stayed the same, but to those who had seen her closely they would notice differences. Namely the light in her eyes which had already been so dim, was utterly gone. Whatever had animated her before was no longer present. She went through the motions well enough but one would be hard pressed to call the thing sitting before Regulus now truly "alive".

"You inquired for further knowledge about me." This was a statement not a question. Saying this Satharial eyed the paper he had placed down. Knowing that he was one of the few people in the Empire capable of accessing such information even if it was on request. Satharial and other Adjudicators were no stranger to the Ministry of Propagandas work, but it often involved them reacting to the actions of the Adjudicators never the other way around. Putting spins on stories was their forte. To personally look into one of the "Limbs" of the Empire was not something they normally did. Even if Satharials new mission was a far more public affair that didn't mean she would so easily wrest herself from the shadow she had grown within for so long. "So then..." Satharial produced a tea kettle and cups. They were from Regulus' own supply. When she had managed to find the time to boil tea and without anyone being the wiser was a mystery. Pouring herself a cup, she offered the Minister a cup as well. Then she took a sip of her favorite black tea before continuing. "What could the Ministry of Propaganda possibly need of an empty shadow?"

 

[NeramoDJI]

Regulus

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Regulus saw her leave the shadows, smiling widely. "Ah, there you are! Showing up precisely on cue is a good skill in this business." He said with a hearty chuckle, sitting at his desk and putting his hand on it's surface. When she began to speak about her simply being in the area, he grinned. "Well, I'll never say no to a convenient happening, I was going to call for you just now anyhow darling. We have much to talk about my beautiful muse!" He said, standing up with a smile, clapping his hands together. "Cassiopeia! Could you be a dear and get the clothing rack rolled out?" He called, before turning to Sathariel.

"Now, you asked what I wanted with an empty shadow dear? Well, that is our predicament. You see, you've been assigned to the brightest light our empire has, so whether the empire likes it or not, your adorable existence is going to be illuminated by being so close to the greatest hero our world has ever known darling. So, it is my job to give you a proper persona to make sure no one suspects that our lovely adjudicators exist." He explained, clasping his hands together with a smile. "I must say, I'm glad you showed in person, it's so good to know you have a wonderful facial structure darling. Sometimes the empire tells me to pretty up the most impetuous and inglorious young ladies. All for them to get their rocks off, eugh, it's far too simple for me." He said, continuing his ramble as a woman in a nice secretary uniform rolled a metal rack with clothes hung on it into the room.

"Now, here's your motivation darling, you're going to be playing a character out there. In precisely one week, our darling hero has his birthday. We have set it up to be a deliciously grand feast, where we will present our grand hero with a fabulous gift. That being that we have found a survivor of his village, that was so cruelly destroyed by those barbarous ugly rebels. That survivor is going to be you darling. Of course, we know better, and the hero knows better, god knows we could never trick him if we tried. But, you will be a darling farm girl who is being reunited with her childhood love she thought lost to fire. Now, let me see your acting face darling." As he spoke during the entire rant, he was moving around the room like a manic raving man, his movements incredibly quick and hyper, before he finished his statements by walking up to her and cupping her face in his hands with a smile as he told her to show him her acting face. Normally an imperial official touching her and asking for any kind of face would be riddled with disgusting intentions, but his face was entirely devoid of lewd intent or even the slightest of heat under the collar. He was asking for exactly what he wanted, for her to pretend to be the character he asked about.

 

[phibglib]

Every thud sent a tremor through the stone walls, and Arden, in the dining hall had to steady his coffee cup on the table to avoid spilling. Cassidy, of course, was already halfway through her second plate of breakfast, legs kicked up on the same table and a fork in hand. "Y'know," she said between mouthfuls of eggs, "I think Andreas might be the most dramatic person I’ve ever met. And that’s coming from me."

"You are dramatic," Arden said, his voice carrying the steady calm of someone who had been through this conversation far too many times. "You once threw a tantrum because you couldn’t find your favorite boots."

Cassidy pointed her fork at him, her green eyes gleaming with mock seriousness. "First of all, those boots are the only thing that goes with my Night Raid armor. Second of all—" She paused, leaning forward conspiratorially. "—I found them under your bed. Care to explain that, big bro?"

Arden didn’t even look up from his coffee. "You threw them there when you got mad about losing a card game."

Cassidy blinked, her fork slowly lowering. "...Okay, maybe I’m a little dramatic."

 

[Solemn Jester]

Andreas


Andreas could feel the air vibrating around him, the pure heat, and power he radiated would be enough to change the temperature inside a closed room, and he knew the training yard was probably in bad shape at this point. He wasn't usually so caught off guard when it came to these sorts of things. He wasn't expecting new recruits for at least another hour or so. At that point he would have been done venting and would have had someone clean up the training grounds for him. He eyed the strange woman before him. If he hadn't been informed of her being sent by the revolutionary army then he might have suspected her of being a Empire spy. But she matched the description he was given to a T. He kept a mostly neutral expression matching her own and listened to her words. "You want to know how you can be of assistance? Well judging by the way the Revolutionary army treats us I'm under the assumption you can assist me by dying. It's what they expect of us after all. I lose a handful of soldiers and all they send me is a single recruit? I sure hope there's more on the way otherwise we're screwed. Well...at least I know you aren't the traitor."


Andreas stretching his broad shoulders and gave the woman another look over. She didn't seem like anything special physically speaking, but most assassin didn't. It was all part of the job, blend in, appear harmless, don't attract any suspicion, then when your targets guard is down you aim for the lethal blow. This was how it had always been, ever since assassination was created as a means of taking out foes. Andreas walked past Nadia grabbing a towel on a bench that had yet to be destroyed and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm grateful you're here, it's one more person I can be assured isn't the traitor, but I need to know you can be of use. I've read over your file, so Im brushed up on what you're capable of, but I rather see such things for myself. I plan on sending you out on our next mission. So you can give me an example of how competent you are. In this line of work, you either make it or you die. Heh, that being said even the competent ones aren't guaranteed to survive."


Andreas thought of his friend Darrius when he said that his eyes showing hints of sadness for a brief moment before he focused back on the woman. "Alright, we'll talk about the details of your next mission later, for now let's go introduce you to the rest of the crew." Andreas began heading towards the large building that was their base not really looking to see if the woman was following, hell he wouldn't blame her if she turned tail and ran away. Off so some far away land free of this conflict. No, he wouldn't blame her at all, after all that was always his dream. He entered the building's mess hall and noticed the siblings Arden and Cassidy having breakfast, he nodded towards them and clears his throat so everyone in the mess hall could hear him. "Alright everyone, we have a new recruit, this is Nadia, she's a leutinant form the Revolutionary army, and from this day forward, one of us. I expect everyone here to make her feel welcomed, and to show her the ropes. I'm sure she's plenty skilled but we've always done things a bit different from the revolutionary army. Being a former General myself I know this as well as anyone. Alright now enjoy your breakfast, once everyone is done eating I want us all to meat outside the base with all your belongings. I have an announcement to make." With this announced he nodded towards Nadia to encourage her to go greet and socialize with the other members of Night Raid while he himself stood by observing the situation. leaning against a wall with a cool demeanor he usually held when he wasn't battling with his own conflicting thoughts on the matters at hand.


tags all of night raid Jonkenpon. Garbage. phibglib NeramoDJI Sinny The Fool EbonChevalier hurrystarfish (I am tagging all the people who have made night raid characters as this last big of post is relevant to them even if your character might not be in the mess hall assume Andreas is speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. I am also tagging the few people who made night raid characters but haven't been active just incase they want to jump in now as its not combat oriented and this would be a good chance for them to introduce their characters either as new recruits or existing members.)

 

[EMIYAman]

Tenrou Michiyasu
天狼道康Mentions: N/A
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On the streets of the Imperial City was a rather otherworldly sight. Under the light of the sun was a lustrous figure, clad in garments that clashed with the world around them. With glittering sapphire hair Michiyasu Tenrou wore an extravagant kimono matching his Meihou altered hair. The Wakoku native in a foreign land openly flaunted his appearance, more than happy to stand out from the people around him. And his appearance did indeed draw attention. From his flowery clothes to his pale complexion resembling the moon in the night sky, not to mention his hair. Michiyasu's sapphire locks constantly shimmered and even created rainbows from the light refracting through it. His expression was an equally radiant smile that he shared with all who looked his way.

While the effeminate man was more than welcoming to the stares he received which recognized his beauty. He was in the Imperial city for more than just a vanity run. For a denizen of Wakoku to be this far away from home while the states still warred meant there was an important reason. Especially one of Michiyasu's station. For the Ōkami ōji to be in the Empire of all places means it was likely for something incredibly important, perhaps even dangerous... Michiyasu narrows his eyes as he spots his most recent target, the smile he had been wearing across his face now possessed a different quality to it. Even in broad daylight he begins to reach into the fold of his kimono before his hand takes of hold of an object hidden in the folds. With measured steps he approaches closing the distance till he reaches his goal. Finally taking note of him the man looks at Michiyasu surprised by his appearance. Then, with a grin the young prince strikes.

"Good afternoon sir~ I'm representing Seigyoku Tenrou Spa! We're having our grand opening in a few days and to celebrate we're giving away vouchers for a free massage from yours truly! Here take one I promise you, you won't regret it!" Michiyasu had been at this for over an hour now. Handing out the hand made "vouchers" he had fashioned partially from his Meihou Kichijoten. Hoping to draw as many eyes as possible. Having arrived in Imperal controlled lands fairly recently Michiyasu went to work as soon as possible. He wanted that Spa up and running, and he wanted it badly. Unfortunately the estimated time of completion from the construction company was behind schedule, so they were still putting the finishing touched on the building. Therefore the Tenrou Prince decided to make good use of the time to expand his customer base as much as possible. Plus being the object of attention was a great bonus of the task, though wearing a kimono at this time of year was starting to make him sweaty.

 

[phibglib]

Cassidy’s fork froze mid-air, and she tilted her head at Andreas’s announcement. "A lieutenant, huh?" she said, her voice dripping with mock awe. "Well, Arden, looks like we’re moving up in the world. The big leagues. We’ve got ourselves a military officer. I better go put on my fanciest boots." She shoved the eggs into her mouth and spoke around them. "Oh wait—I’m already wearing them."

Arden didn’t even look up. "Please don’t scare the new recruit."

"Scare her?" Cassidy said, gesturing wildly with her fork. "Why would I scare her? I’m delightful. Look at me. I’m practically sparkling with charm." She paused, leaned slightly to the side, and squinted at the newcomer. "Although, I don’t think she sparkles back. She looks like she eats charm for breakfast and washes it down with a cold glass of 'don’t mess with me.'"

"You don't think she'd be put off by the fact that you don't take anything seriously?" Arden questioned.

Cassidy gasped, clutching her chest as if he’d just insulted her honor. "I’ll have you know I take breakfast very seriously."

"Well, hello, Nadia," Cassidy said, setting her fork down with dramatic flair and leaning back in her chair. "Welcome to the madhouse. I’m Cassidy, aka the fun one. That’s Arden, aka the boring one. Together, we form the Shepherd Siblings, your friendly neighborhood assassins."

Arden finally glanced up from his coffee, his blue eyes giving Nadia a once-over. "You’ll get used to her," he said. "It takes time."

Cassidy gasped again, this time with genuine offense. "What do you mean 'get used to me'? I’m like a warm hug wrapped in sunshine."

"You’re more like a slap wrapped in glitter," Arden said.

"Glitter is fun," Cassidy shot back. "You’re welcome."

 

[Jonkenpon.]

The Marionette

Nadia Vorona

Location: Training area - Mess hall

Time: between 7 to 8 am

Mentions: N/A

Interactions: Solemn Jester phibglib

Nadia stood quietly in the aftermath of Andreas’ heated outburst, her expression steady and composed as she watched him. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air, but she didn’t flinch. She recognized his frustration, the grief tangled in his tone, and the exhaustion etched into his movements. Loss, responsibility, betrayal—these were burdens she understood all too well.

After a pause, she spoke, her voice calm yet firm, cutting through the tension without adding to “I understand the doubts you have. I know what it’s like to question whether reinforcements will ever be enough. I’m here to make sure we don’t have to face another loss like that. Whatever you need from me, I’ll do it. I didn’t come here to waste your time—or mine.”

She allowed a moment of silence to settle between them before continuing, her tone softening slightly. “And about the traitor... I know trust is fragile right now. But we’ll find them. Together. This team deserves that much—and more.”

Without waiting for a reply, Nadia stepped aside, giving him the space he clearly needed. Falling into step behind him, she followed him in silence to the mess hall, letting her words hang in the air like a quiet promise.

The mess hall was alive with faint conversation, the sound of clinking utensils and murmured voices mingling with the lingering tension that seemed to permeate the very air. The scent of warm food offered a small comfort, though it did little to mask the underlying weight of grief and uncertainty. When Andreas introduced her, Nadia stepped forward, her sharp gaze sweeping the room to take in its occupants.

Her attention was quickly drawn to the pair of siblings sitting together, and as Cassidy began her lively introduction, Nadia’s expression remained calm, though her eyes gleamed faintly with amusement. “Well, thank you for the... warm welcome,” she said, addressing Cassidy with a slight incline of her head. “It’s good to meet you both. I can see the dynamic here will keep things interesting.”

Her gaze shifted briefly to Arden, who seemed far less animated. “I’ll take your advice and give it time. And for what it’s worth, I think every team needs a bit of glitter now and then, even if it comes like a slap.”

A faint smile touched her lips before she straightened, her tone becoming more resolute. “I know I have a lot to learn about how Night Raid operates. But I’m here to contribute, however I can.”

Her words hung in the air for a moment as she allowed them to process her presence. Then, with a slight tilt of her head, she added, “But perhaps you can give me a better idea of what I’m walking into. I’m familiar with the Revolutionary Army’s methods, but I’ve been told Night Raid has its own... unique way of operating.”

She glanced between the two of them, the faintest glint of curiosity in her eyes. “Cassidy, since you’re clearly the fun one, I imagine you’ll be the first to show me the ropes—or at least the best way to keep things interesting around here.”

Her gaze shifted to Arden, and her tone softened slightly. “And Arden, since you seem to prefer coffee to conversation, I’m guessing you’re the one who keeps everything grounded.”

Nadia’s demeanor remained calm, but her words carried a quiet warmth. “I’d like to know more about the team from your perspectives—what I should know, who I should look out for, and how I can best support the group.”

 

[gankma]

HARU
Location: mess hall
Time: between after 8am

Haru stepped inside the hall, holding his Tray of food. His is eyes scanned the room, darting around where to sit. Finally, he spotted it—a lone empty chair. Relief washed over him as he started toward it,
His focus remained locked on the chair
But just as he was a few steps away, his foot caught on a chair leg, He stumbled forward, the tray jolting in his hands.

In an instant. His food splattered Infront of him and his apple rolled towards the direction of Nadia and the 2 siblings. The crash echoed across the mess hall,
He quickly drops down to the floor trying to quickly tidy.
His faces goes red and start repeatedly mumbles. " This is embarrassing"