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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 Lieutenant from 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
Mention: Jonkenpon.
Haru stepped insi3de 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"

 

[EMIYAman]

Adjudicator Satharial
Mentions: NeramoDJI
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Satharial peered at the Minister with her cup raised to her lips. The expression upon her face betrayed nothing, neither approval or lack there of. At Regulus' words of "Muse" and for his secretary to get a clothing rack the Adjudicator tilted her head in curiosity at the proceedings. The excessive man before her launched into a verbose plan highlighting the task the Ministry of Propaganda has taken upon themselves. Once again Satharial find herself inthralled in circumstances surrounding General Lemilied; the rising star of the empire who seems to have captivated so many. First the unprecedented reassignment to his task force something which had never happened to her before as an Adjudicator who almost always worked alone. Now here she was being asked to...play a role? She could see the impetus behind this plan, and the logical manipulation of the public conscience the Ministry of Truth was so adept at. The Minister was clever in making use of it to further conceal the Adjudicators existence to mere rumor. But at the same time Satharial couldn't help but wonder as to the forces that set this in motion. She was an Assassin, a monster leashed to bring prosperity to the Empire. The powers that be being utilitarian enough to find use even for someone such as her. Yet now, they were asking this monster to mask her nature and perform on the stage like a doll.

"I consider myself a mere hobbyist when it comes to stirring the populations collective perceptions. So I will refrain from being so rude as to tell you how to do your job. Yet all the same I must ask, do you truly think this is proper course? I am but a husk, I have no problems elucidating this truth." Satharial pauses taking the time to sip at her tea calmly. Her face remained neutral bereft of even the polite smile she only wore to appear more human. Its weight being too great for someone such as her to maintain. Bringing the cup down from her lips she continued her thought, "This role is tied to those who struggle far beneath my peak. To those who I can only catch glimpses of when they drag their broken bodies before the summit. Do you grasp the meaning within these words? That is where my 'joy' lies, beyond that I am incapable of understanding them. Hence, Minister Marshtal you would do best to temper your expectations when requesting of me to act as one of them, that is all." The Adjudicator was surprisingly forthcoming with talking about herself. Revealing parts of her nature one would think best to keep hidden. But for Satharial any conception of shame or cageyness around her character is nonexistent. She doesn't feel those emotions, and her pride means she has no longing for them. Despite her verbose and poetic tendencies they are merely window dressing, a fancy of hers that doesn't truly have meaning. "If this is the path the Empire has chosen to walk then how can I, as its shadow possibly stray from it? I will perform on your stage Minister Marshtal."

Satharial simply stayed still as Regulus examined her from various angles, even when he moves to cup her face she barely reacts. But as if by instinct there is a subtle static electricity upon her skin causing Regulus hair on his arms to stand on end and a tingling prickly sensation to play across his fingers. At Regulus request to put on an "acting face" Satharial is briefly puzzled unaware of what that would even look like. Using her memory of going to a theater once to kill a target she recalls the look upon the actress's face as she briefly spotted her in the booth. Channeling that image plus the satisfaction of her targets blood boiling within their body she tried to evoke the expression of an adrift village girl filled with longing for her once lost love. Perhaps she may just have the capability to act to some extent after all

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[Nellancholy]

7:50 AM
Revolutionary Army Barracks​

A satisfied "phew" left Yvonne Sabasa Havasu's lips as she checked herself in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance. Every button and stitch of her new uniform was in place, and so was every hair on her head, every piece of gear, and even the shoes on her feet. The more things changed, the more things stayed the same. It was another day of duty like any other. A few nights ago, she and the assassin from Night Raid had fled the Imperial capital on her motorcycle with all the assets and files she could carry, which was far from as many as she would like. But it would have to do. They'd have to get back to work expanding the network of contacts that could ally themselves with the Revolutionary Army, and see this war through.

"No pressure, right?" She mouthed at her reflection in the mirror.

The other occupants of the barracks were already at work across the base, doing drills and PT, carrying out upkeep on the equipment and vehicles, going over the paperwork that tended to be her element. However, Yvonne had been generously been allowed five minutes extra of preparation to find the commander of Night Raid for a (de)briefing and her next orders. She had always heard it said (and herself heavily reinforced the notion) that the Revolutionary Army was a horde of dissolute, malcontent thugs, and Night Raid in particular a vicious band of degenerate killers. But really...they were, for the most part, just like her Imperial peers. Perhaps there was a certain freedom of mind to them, knowing what they knew about the Empire's ugly face behind its mask. And some of them, the more powerful and influential, had their own ostentatiousness and eccentricity. But the truth was that several such types existed in the upper echelons of the Imperial army and government as well. Maybe it was a tendency of the powerful in this world to act in that way. Or was it...the nature of the Teigu?

Her thoughts wandered to the glass syringe holstered on her belt with a plastic cap over the needle. Why did it accept her? What did this mean for the future...?

She sighed. One of the key elements of her work was never to extrapolate on anything one didn't have hard data on. For now, she'd have to keep it in her back pocket, so to speak. The Revolutionary Army was of course no stranger to pitched combat. And so the Teigu would no doubt see a good amount of use in the future.

It was time to go. Yvonne turned, picking up a large envelope that had been resealed with tape from her bunk before hurrying out.

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8:05 AM
Revolutionary Army Mess Hall​

Yvonne grumbled under her breath as she stepped into the large room. It had taken her longer than expected to locate the General by asking around, when if she had followed her first instinct she would have arrived here right on time. The morning meal could wait. She approached the large man leaning on a wall, the man managing to look both intense and grim at the same time. He looked almost like a man Yvonne knew, back in basic. Kind, passionate, dutiful. She wondered where he was now. Sacrificed in the glorious course of duty, serving his countrymen to the last? Stabbed in the back to protect some noble's profits?

She shook her head. Time to stay in the here and now. As she arrived within arm's reach of Andreas, she saluted, standing up straight. "Sir! Officer Havasu reporting in! I was told to share the intel I was able to recover with you and receive further assignment." Her other arm swung out, the envelope practically fluttering despite its weight as she presented it to him.

Within was the list of suspected collaborators and subversives that she had been working on, with detailed information regarding their associations, property, and schedules alongside any irregularities that led to them being cast under suspicion in the first place. Even if they weren't already assisting the Revolutionary Army, knowing they were being targeted by the Empire might turn them in favor...the list contained people from all walks of life, from civil servants, military personnel, academics, merchants, and even a few local governors.

Included was also several diagrams of recently deployed Imperial military equipment and weaponry, as well as some investigation towards the retrieval of Danger Beasts and Teigu, though this information was far less complete.

Solemn Jester

 

[Solemn Jester]

Andreas The revolutionary fist


Andreas simply leaned against the wall listening to the morning bluster of all the members of Night Raid. He wasn't sure what to think of it. Was it a sign that they weren't worried about the recent events? Or maybe they simply wanted to 'act' normal. Perhaps the majority of them where ignorant of severity of the situation. Either way he knew one thing, among them was at least one traitor, and when he found them, he would show them why he was called the Revolutionary fist, and the impact that the alias held. He was pulled from his thoughts when Yvonne appeared with a folder filled with paperwork. It was almost enough to make him wish the traitor had taken him out. He hated paperwork almost as much as the Empire itself, but he begrudgingly took the report and held it in his left-hand while staring intently at Yvonne. "Hmmm, Yvonne Sabasa Havasu. You're quite the diligent worker, a real asset to Night Raid. I appreciate all your hard work, I'd hate to find out you were a traitor, I mean given your history it wouldn't be the biggest stretch. However I have no evidence against anyone yet, and honestly you seem too obvious a choice. I plan on making it a point to watch anyone that I have a reason to suspect. So, try not to take an accusation to heart, you of all people should be used to it given your line of work."


Andreas turned to the rest of Night Raid and struck a nearby wall with surprising force causing a large bang that rang through the mess hall, "Everyone finish up what you're doing grab your belongings, ALL OF THEM, and meet me outside for a briefing on our next move forward. We need to get a head on this Empire situation otherwise they'll catch up with our pants down again." Andreas could feel the exhaustion beginning to show on his face, he hadn't slept well, worse than normal with this traitor situation, but he needed to act like the leader they expected otherwise this was going to affect morale, and then it was just going to be one thing after the other, a never ending series of events leading to the downfall of Night Raid, and eventually the revolutionary army. He walked outside and leaned next to the door of the Mess Hall awaiting the other members of Night Raid. Once everyone was in attendance he began speaking. "I think everyone here knows what this meet is about. Among us is a traitor more than likely. Either an empire spy, or someone who got an offer from the Empire they couldn't refuse. However, I want to be clear about one thing. No matter what, we will not turn on each other like a bunch of paranoid lunatics. I will personally figure out who this traitor is if I must, along with a few others who I trust are in the clear. You should also know we have quite a few new members of the team. I notice more new members coming in even now."
As he said this several newer recruits of night raid made themselves known in various manners varying from mundane hellos to flashy displays of their abilities and skills. It seemed the Revolutionary army had actually given them what they needed, more manpower. He was surprised but with the war heating up the Empire had more enemies than ever, so it was only a matter of time before more and more people joined the fight against them. It seemed like their chickens were finally coming home to roost. "I want all you vet members to show the newer members the ropes, and I want everyone to keep an eye on one another and report any suspicious activity to myself, Iwai, or Karma. I'm also planning on running a full team mission soon to obtain a powerful Teigu we have been informed of. The Teigu in question is a giant Metallic like man that also acts as a fortress, Karma will brief you on further details. But until then find somewhere to put yourself out of the way and try not to trip over the rubble."

Andreas began to walk away leaving everyone confused by his final words, before he stopped and turned back as if he had forgotten something."Oh yeah, I guess I forgot the whole driving force behind this mission. Since we have a potential traitor amongst us it only stands to reason that the base is compromised, so we'll be getting a base the empire can't easily infiltrate, nor find as it constantly migrates...So in other words...New base means we don't need the old one!"
Suddenly the air seemed to warp around Andreas fist as he struck the wall of the HQ causing cracks to spread across it, for a moment it seemed like the wall might not break, then a gale of wind like a mini typhoon erupted from the wall blasted through the entire HQ tearing it to pieces, in a matter of moments the old base was nothing but rubble, and with that display of strength and without saying a word Andreas walked off to plan for the upcoming mission.

Somewhere nearby Iwai stood next to Karma sighing heavily and shaking his head in disbelief,"Our leader certainly is something else, well I guess this means it's my job to clean up this mess while you get to briefing the others. I best get to it quickly otherwise I'll be here all day." Iwai simply gave Karma an encouraging pat on the back and walked towards the rubble to use his abilities to turn it into a garden, or do something like that. Honestly he had no idea what he'd do with it, but by the time he was done it would be unrecognizable from the former HQ of Night Raid...although it was already pretty close to that in its current state.


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Azrael The Claw of the Empire


Azrael was excited.

He was excited to be coming home.

He was excited to see his other Adjudicator friends again.

He was really excited to see the Madame again, and more than anything he was excited to receive praise for his job well done over seas. He had massacred thousands in the name of the Empire during his time over sea's. Helping them to secure resources, and allegiances with other nations too small, or weak to defy them but useful enough to be utilized. Of course, none of this meant anything to Azrael, it was all a game to him. He goes far away, collects many new friends, then if he collected enough friends he gets praise from the higher ups. It always made him feel warm inside when he got praise. That momentary warmth was the only feeling he ever really felt anymore, ever since his change. The doctors said he'd never be like other people again, that he was too badly scarred to fix, and we was lucky to be moving let alone as strong as he was. They called him a medical miracle, and told him at the very least he could use his newfound strength for the Empire, and honestly that was all Azrael wanted anymore. He didn't look forward to much after his surgery. Food tasted bland, and every cell of his body was constantly screaming out in agony at all times. The morphine only brought him momentary relief, and he always passed out deep into sleep when they gave it to him. He hated sleep, even more now than when he was younger. It only brought nightmares, of his accident, of his mother screaming at the monster that killed her, of him being that monster. Eventually the doctors warmed up to him though, along with some of the other Adjudicators. They became his new family and made him feel like he belonged somewhere. So, the least he could do was make complete his missions as best as possible. His handler told him he held the best record for mission success right next to big sis Sath. That really made him happy, big sis Sath was so kind, cool, and pretty. Even her powers were pretty. It kind of made him jealous. His powers were crude, and unoriginal, taking others abilities and not even being as strong. He didn't know why the doctors thought his Teigu would be a good fit for him. Maybe they saw how useless it was without other Teigu, kind of like how he was useless without all his friends, and family. That was what Azrael thought anyways. It kind of made him like his teigu more when he thought of it like that. But it had been 2 years since Azrael had left home, and he knew exactly what he was gonna do when he got back.


"Oh? Perform? Is big Sis Sath going to perform? Can I play too Mister?"

It was sudden, as if he had manifested from the shadows. Even Satharial wouldn't have noticed him approach if her guard was down, as unlikely as that might have been. He stood a giant lanky monstrous looking figure of 6'7. His clawed arms fingers gently scraping the ground next to him as he starred deeply into the eyes of the Minister of Truth. He was unreadable, his face was hidden, and his voice gave no hint of warmth or scorn. It was hollow, empty like a shell that's owner had long since discarded. Even amongst the Adjudicators Azrael had little known about him outside of the highest officials in the empire. His kill rating was even higher than Satharial's, even if his success rate was second to hers. So, no enemy had ever survived to tell anyone about him. Yet there were still somehow legends, of a boogeyman who stalked the streets of the Capital looking for poor unfortunate souls to drag down into hell. Azraels true motives, his history, personality, and even his abilities were all a mystery even to the Minister of Truth as ironic as that might have been. He was one of the Empires best kept secrets. The fact that he was even here was only allowed because he promised to stay out of the sight of the public, and as he stood before Sath, the Minister, and his assistant, he could be preparing to slaughter them all, or be genuinely inquiring about a play as far as the Minister and his assistant knew, of course Sath would obviously know better. All the other Adjudicators would have been well aware of Azrael's childlike nature, as well as his capacity for slaughter.


interactions: Regulus, and Satharial


Rengoku Abamio



An older gentleman approached, Michiyasou seemingly enticed by his words,"Oho, What have we here? A spa you say? Well these old bones could sure use a soak. Its quite the interesting business you have here young man, but may I just inquire about one thing? What exactly is the fourth Prince of Tenrou doing in the empire giving away Spa vouchers?" It was sudden, and unexpected surely. The older mans voice had completely changed from a kind, distinguished, voice that seemed to creak like the floorboards of an ancient temple, to the harsh, cold, and accusing tone of someone the Prince would have been very familiar with. Although the old man seemed to keep his expression the same as they conversated, even as the voice coming from his mouth so clearly betrayed his disguise to anyone close enough to hear him Luckily at the moment there was no one that close."How about we find somewhere more private to discuss matters shall we?"

The tone of his voice seemed to imply a suggestion, but the strength of his grip implied otherwise. As the old man began dragging Michiyasu away towards a secluded alleyway it seemed more like Michiyasu was simply helping the old man walk, an innocent enough exchange to anyone not aware of the true interaction occurring. They reached the alleyway and once deep enough inside the guise of the old man dissipated into a puff of smoke revealing the former 1st prince of Wakoku Rengoku Abamio,"I really wasn't expecting to find another prince here, least of all you. But perhaps this is fate guiding us down the same path. So...tell me what is your goal here? Are you spying on the empire for your family? Maybe you're smuggling something in, and out of the country? Or even sabotaging the Empire in some way to get the jump on them? Or perhaps...."

His tone dropped lower, almost to a whisper, his arms seemed to slacken as the light in his eyes seemed to fade for a moment, before all at once a blue flame erupted from both his eyes and his hands threatening to engulf them both a scorching inferno of agony."Maybe you're hear to make some sort of deal with the empire? Not only to assure your seat at the throne but to also speed up the process aye? Well? Is that it? You better tell me the truth...my flames can tell when you're lying." Rengoku said this, and his flames seemed to simmer down just slightly and began floating around them in circles almost like fireflies dancing around them. Rengoku didn't exactly have any beef with Tenrou, he had left behind all of the politics of that life a long time ago. But if the Tenrou, or even just this prince were planning something similiar to what happened to him all those years ago on someone else? He couldn't allow such an injustice to occur again, not if he had any say in it.

interactions: EMIYAman as Michiyasu

 

[Sinny The Fool]

THE EMPIRE - Palace City Garrison "Halls of Justice"

Collab by Sinny The Fool & Solemn Jester
Mentions/Interactions: Peckinou EMIYAman NeramoDJI Jonkenpon. Merciless Medic | all empire people
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In the wake of the partially successful ambush on Night Raid the night before, all military personnel present in Palace City were directed to make their report to the Halls of Justice. The grand garrison building which housed the Imperial military and its subdivisions. The building itself grand in scale, and taking on the appearance of an fantastically grand castle. No expense was spared in its creation and it stands as the tall and proud fortress of Justice overlooking Palace City.

Up at the top of the southern wings tower is where the office belonging to the highest authority of Palace City - the Chief Officer of Military Affairs: Louis Beaumont. Right now he was in his tower, going over the written reports he had already received about the night before. He flipped through the documents with a blank, expressionless face until he was finished "Unacceptable. This was supposed to be a clean sweep, but I'm reading that none of our priority targets were eliminated. Weren't the Adjudicators supposed to be assigned to this mission? I might need to have a word with Madame Neraxial about this..." he paused for a moment and lifted his head, finally acknowledging the other man in the room with him - the flamboyantly dressed Grand Duke of the Empire: Ozias Donquixote.
"I am sure you agree, don't you - Duke Donquixote? This is all part of your investment after all. Anyway, I brought you here because I have decided to go ahead with the Wild Hunt Division sooner than we had initially planned. You can thank the letter I received this morning." Louis picked out and held up an open letter bearing the royal seal "The beloved royal family is finally making its long awaited return. This means no more time can be wasted. I want the nuisance of Night Raid dealt with before any royalty sets foot back in Palace City. That is why I called you here, I once again request of your resources. I have a grand vision for the Empires armies, and I want them fulfilled by the royals return." Louis spoke directly to the duke.

The refined, and rather flamboyant gentleman stood across from the young Minister twiddling his mustache almost daydreaming as the words of the

Minister hit him."Ah yes, leave the poor woman alone. You know she's one of the Empires most efficient soldiers. Besides, the other Adjudicators only arrived today. It seems that some of them were away on missions. Only the Lady Satharial was actually present, and aside from that. Lemille was present, and they still failed to wipe out Night Raid. It's clear that someone in this room has been underestimating them, and you seem to be the one who holds the reign over the Empire sir Louis, even if I am the blood that flows through its veins." Ozias slowly circled his way to Louis side his eyes lazily scanning over the reports on his desk. He was feeling particularly lackadaisical this evening, and was in no mood for such busy work, but he didn't come into possession of his vast wealth by simply giving in to his laziness. No, no, no, on the contrary he had used a combination of brains, proper work ethic, and luck to get where he was. Now he stood as the most powerful man in the kingdom, possibly the entire world even.

His eyebrow raised in an almost mocking questioning way, "Oh? The Wild Hunt? Is that your little group of reformed prisoners? I honestly think you have enough potential wild cards as is. Adding that group could be more trouble than it's worth, especially given several of the members, but...you have been.... hospitable enough to me. So if you require my funding. I will happily lend it to you. Of course, my price will be double this time." The meaning behind this was clear to those who had done business with Ozias before. He was a very eccentric man and did nothing without receiving some compensation in one form or another. Whatever his compensation might be this time would seem to cost the Minister twice as much as usual, but that was just the cost of doing business with the richest man in the Empire.

Louis nodded slightly in return "As always, the Empire appreciates your services Duke." he concluded while filing away the reports into his drawers before standing up and walking off from his desk to the doorway descending down his tower "Now, would you care to join me in addressing the masses? I have announcements to make."

Ozias gave a weak grin and followed close behind, "Ah yes, I must be seen among the brave soldiers, and leaders of the Empire. It's only good publicity after all." Ozias was looking forward to the chaos that could potentially come from this. He knew that many groups in the military didn't respect Louis, felt his power was unearned, and abused. He also knows that many saw his methods as immoral and only tolerated him because he had the royal families backing. So, him announcing a new division made up of prisoners was bound to cause some debates. However, in the end he would get what he wanted, and everyone would bite their tongues because for some reason such an incompetent man had earned the trust of the royals. Ozias had been accused of buying his power, but at least he earned the money that he bought it with. Louis was a pathetic little worm that just happened to be in the right place at the right time enough to get a seat of power. Ozias wasn't confident in the empire anymore; it was why he invested so much money trying to make sure it didn't collapse under the incompetence of its leaders. Sure he could have backed the revolutionaries and probably have a better chance. But those bleeding hearts would have taken all he had built and swept it away in the name of rebuilding society into a "fair and equal society". Something that made Ozias shudder just thinking about, so as long as his fortune was in danger he would side against the revolutionaries, and hope that sooner than later the people in charge of the Empire finally got some sense...or lucky.

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In the hours following the announcement calling on all Imperial Military personnel to the Halls of Justice, the fortress quickly turned into a lively and diverse crowd of soldiers and guards and military personnel from other divisions. Their report of the night before was made, but now they were being told that Louis Beaumont himself wishes to address the army of the Empire personally. In the wake of this, many are speculating big announcements from the man who currently holds the most authority in Palace City. Everyone was to be gathered in the spacious main hall, where many eyes glared above in eager anticipation for the arrival of the Officer of Military Affairs.

The echoing sound of tip tapping footsteps descended down the halls, inspiring silence among all the hustle and bustle as Louis Beaumont emerged out into the open accompanied by the illustrious Ozias Donquixoite. Louis descended the ceiling and approached the railing, looking down on all the military subjects stationed below he would begin addressing them with open arms "Those gathered today here in the Halls of Justice, are the beating heart of our beloved Empire. Without your work, your efforts, everything we know and hold dear would crumble under the tyranny of those revolutionary traitors. The Empire acknowledges this in all of you, however..." Louis started to pace back and force, scaling his hand along the railing as he done so "It has come to my attention that the beating heart of our Empire is faltering, what should be a thundering war drum has become a quiet hum." he stopped in his tracks and once again faced the grand crowd directly "That brings me to why I brought all of you here today..."


(Everyone has time to finish up their interactions just make sure whatever scenario you are in right now leads into this scene here.)

 

[Peckinou]

Pamira Echvi
Mentions: Empire​

Pamira wasn't happy at all, as she was one of the few unfortunate souls picked in order to represent the 6th fleet along with their admiral. She could make an entire list of things that she would rather do than be at this event where she had to stand around and be on her best behavior. The only bright side to this was that her admiral was forced to go through this entire thing as well, though she began to wonder where he was exactly. Probably was doing a errand it was practically the most common thing he was used for anyways, even their fleet was basically the errand fleet of the empire. It was quite funny in a way, as their job reflected quite well on what their admiral typically within the Imperial Navy, though regardless of how she felt about their role, actually being in the 6th fleet has been quite an experience especially with how well it was organized and accommodating it was.

But as of right now she had to leave all that behind for this little organization effort, there were other officers within the 6th fleet that she knew but there were a few that she wished to simply stay away from at the moment. Since she was practically forced to be here she had taken the time to meet with members from the other seven fleets, the interactions she had with them were as formal as you would expect from personal from the Imperial military and just as boring. Luckily it was about finally time the Officer of Military affairs to make their appearance which meant that it was all going to be over soon and she would finally be able to get back to her ship. Pamira made her way over to the other members of the 6th fleet as she waited for rear admiral Venorri to meet up with them and for the Minister to give his announcement. She couldn't help but let out a short lived sigh as she muttered out "I hate Grand Gatherings."​

 

[NeramoDJI]

Regulus

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"Yes, I understand you are little more than a husk beyond the battlefield, and that you have come to terms with such darling, but I'm afraid that our lovely people out there won't see such as a good thing, nor accept it like myself. And so, it is my duty to make sure their pretty little minds are kept off of such things, and so playing a bit of dress up should be easy, right honeybun?" He explained, scribbling away on some notes. "Especially when you're being placed next to the brightest light of our empire, General Lemille. Every single maiden and lass out there has dreams of being with that man, and every boy dreams of being that man. So, it is my job to make you just as pretty of a light to look at darling." He further explained, his rather verbose nature coming out as he continued talking even with Sathariels apparent lack of interest. When she asked him to temper his expectations, he laughed out as he inspected the outfits brought in by his secretary.

"Oh please my lovely, there is nothing that could shake my expectations, because I have none, I'm a go with the flow kind of man, in all things except my art of course. Now, let me find something grubby enough to come across as something a peasant would pick, but refined enough that the people of the empire would believe we've been taking good care of you." He explained as he shuffled through the racks, before taking out a few different outfits, tossing them over to her. "Try those on darling, I need to see how they'll look on you before the birthday celebration, after all, everything must be just right!"

When the larger Adjudicator arrived, it give rive Regulus a bit of a start, but only so much as a small jump as he took it right in stride. "Ah, of course you'll be playing a part my dear boy! You'll be playing the part I'm told you're the bestest at, keeping your sister and our darling citizen friends safe from those dastardly rebels!" He said, phrasing the job of watching the celebration from the shadows and performing the duties of an adjudicator in a way the childish mindset could see as fun. "I'm counting on you to do it, after all, I'm told you're quite good at it!"

When he turned and saw Sarathiels face, he frowned and walked over, inspecting it closely. "Hrm... Ah, I have an idea my lovely! This should suit your tendencies just fine. You see, your own love of pain and suffering is mirrored by my own love of the arts, so I know how to play around with these things. What we shall do is have a nice little torture session for you with one of our more unruly captives, you get to have quite a lot of fun before the event, and then, once it's your time to go on stage, we shall have a little earpiece on your ear so you can hear their screams even while performing! That ought to keep a lovely smile on your face, no?" He offered, ever the pragmatist when it came to helping his actors perform.

 

[NeramoDJI]

"The Imperial Leviathan" Lemille Lemillied

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Among this grand gathering, there was a particular figure seated near the head of the table, of whom had collected an odd hodgepodge of food, kept in a pile next to himself. This figure was none other than the Hero of the Empire, seated with his head resting on one of his hands, seemingly bored with the whole gathering. However, such was inaccurate, as the man was not bored, but rather actually deadass asleep, since he hadn't been able to sleep at all since the night raid ambush that was performed days earlier. The explanation of the food piled up next to him, was that his village had a taboo of eating in front of others, so he intended to keep the food there so he could eat it later in private.

He was entirely unaware that someone was blaming him partially for the failure of routing the Night Raid agents that had appeared, though it was likely good that such was the case, as he would panic without doubt if he believed someone was going to out him as a fraud now.

 

[NeramoDJI]

Sage Vallian

Sage was standing outside with everyone else as the leader made his announcement. However, unlike the others who focused on their leader destroying their base in a matter of moments, Sage was worried about something else. He had announced there was a traitor in their midst... and Sage was likely suspect #1 with what Karma had learned from Sathariel on their mission. However, he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. He knew that there was likely nothing to worry about, since he was sure Karma and the others would put together that Sathariel wouldn't say such a thing if Sage was actually the traitor, since it would put him under too much suspicion.

Not that he could actually believe that though. So with a bit of a deep breath, he sat down with the massive amount of luggage, all filled with his research into Teigu, waiting for the marching order as he began to try and further some research with the time he had left in that area with everyone else. He looked over some of his notes, scratching his head with the nongauntleted hand, trying to ignore the voice of his Teigu in his head, whose feminine tones were berating him for not sharing his story with the others earlier to dissuade any mistrust.

However, he did notice the new member of their cohort, giving a small wave. "Ah, nice to meet you there ma'am! My name is Sage, I'm one of the other newer recruits. I've been here a bit longer though." He explained, trying to get his mind off things by discussing things with someone else.

 

[EMIYAman]

Tenrou Michiyasu
天狼道康Mentions: Solemn Jester
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With a winning smile Michiyasu foisted the coupon upon his somewhat confused victi- customer. Despite the strange situation the man didn't return it or throw it away he merely looked at the coupon in his hand with consideration. Seeing the potential to hook him in Michiyasu was about to begin another sales pitch, only to be interrupted by and older sounding voice. With a puzzled yet interested look he turns his attention to the man who approached him. He appeared an older gentlemen wearied by years, but still holding the fading embers of his youthful strength. Michiyasu had a thing for examining physiques and his senses as a masseuse told him what he could do for the man.

"Please sir, you still look rather spry to my eyes. But of course if you have any questions I will happily an-" The young Tenrou heirs words were cut off as the man before him suddenly grabbed hold of his wrist, his grip too tight to easily extricate himself from it. "Mm~ I'm sure your excited but there's no need to get forceful sir. And whats wrong with a little entrepreneurial work? Is it so strange for us princes to have aspiration beyond politicking?" Despite the unexpectedness of the situation Michiyasu took it in stride, seemingly unworried of any threat posed or perhaps believing in the benevolence of even a stranger. Despite being somewhat difficult when answering the man Michiyasu wandered off with him reaching over with his other hand as if a lady holding a gentleman's arm. Since the man seemed to want to keep this confrontation private the prince obliged, and used it to his advantage. From where his arm was being grasped and with the help of his other arms closer presence, crystal slowly but surely started to creep up the mans arm. Other than this Michiyasu made no aggressive movements, though if the man didn't reach his private destination soon he risked being subsumed to the point of movement being quite difficult. Though fortunately for his aggressor they reached deep enough in the alleyway to satisfy, and left the man with merely a thin length of crystal up to his elbow to break off. In truth Michiyasu could have forced it to shoot up his arm but he felt his meager defiance was a formality if anything.

Still making light of the situation the prince kept a bright expression he used when speaking to potential customers. Though an awe struck, and interested expression came upon him as the old mans appearance dissipated in smoke revealing a far younger yet more scarred appearance. With a critical eye Michiyasu took his appearance in, from the tasteful blue of his clothes he found himself fond of even if they were a bit gaudy, pale hued hair, and piercing uniquely colored eyes. Oh yes he could certainly do good work with him. "My goal? Were you not listening before when I was speaking with that gentleman? Seigyoku Tenrou is opening for business what other reason could I need to be here but for the sake of my desires? I couldn't care less about the Empire itself I'm here for its people. My nation and my father have nothing to do with it... well, save for fathers money; he is a valued investor." Truly showing he was the son of the "Wolf King", Michiyasu in the face of his desires showed no fear or shame. He was here for what he wanted and thats all that mattered.

"Hmm, and you seem familiar sir and I'm not saying that just because of those entrancing eyes~" While the blue flame of a smoldering vengeance lit up the mans eye. Michiyasu's shining blue eyes, which too had been changed by his Meihou Kichijoten, gleamed with a different light. Greed. The hallmark of any proper Tenrou. Getting close as he could to the mans face he stared into his eyes searching for something before a look of satisfied realization came across his face. "Oh my my my! Apologies your eminence this lowly lordling had no idea who he was speaking to until now. My father, his majesty King Zuou told me about you. Though it was before my time there were all sorts of rumors thrown around at that time, especially when certain houses began to disappear like smoke because of the 'Vengeful Spirit of Abamio'. Father told me he had no involvement busy as he is with his perpetual fight with the Soukai, but I don't have the authority to promise that." Ignoring the mans threat Michiyasu's tone was almost teasing, but there was a genuine fascination and a faintly veiled empathy within his words. And perhaps surprisingly enough, respect. "Had things gone differently I'd be calling you 'Tennō Heika' how unfortunate. I would have loved to have the honor of serving you tea. Though knowing my fathers ambition you would have fought eventually, but thats neither here nor there your eminence. So, how about it?" Michiyasu once again leveled a well meaning smile, while his eyes shone with the light of greed. His greedy desire to give "beauty" to everyone he could and take hold of those he found beauty in. "The offers still open, 'a free massage from yours truly' and for a customer of your stature I will happily include some extra services. I can practically see the tenseness in your body, there is simply no way your Ki is flowing properly your eminence."

 

[Nellancholy]

The headquarters and barracks that Yvonne had only just spent the last few days getting familiar with rumbled, then crumbled, falling into a heap of rubble as surely as if it had been pounded by Imperial artillery. If not for the fact that all personnel had been evacuated shortly before its swift demolition, Yvonne would have been among those needing to scramble out. Ultimately, this wasn't out of the ordinary. She understood the idea of field agents needing to quickly relocate under suspicion, and when serving with the Empire she too devoted notable effort towards studying evidence and coordinating efforts to root out Revolutionary Army safehouses and caches.

But, to see someone casually punch an entire fortified building over...well, really some of the Imperial Teigu users would do that on a whim, too.

As she considered retrieving her motorcycle from where it was still intact, concealed in a shack with several other light vehicles on the base's perimeter, a green-haired, bespectacled man approached her, giving her his introduction. "Excellent to meet you, Sage." She reached out, offering him a handshake. Even on a casual observation, she could notice his worries, and the heaps of documents he was hauling. Was he worried about her being the traitor? How much of her background had the commanders shared with the rank and file? No, it would rouse too much tension to bring it up at this time. "Yes, I only just arrived a few days ago." She chose to guide the topic towards his apparent duties instead. "Are you an analyst as well? I look forward to working with you."

NeramoDJI

 

[Jonkenpon.]

The Marionette

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Nadia Vorona
Location: Mess hall - Outside the ruined Base

Time: between 08:00 - 09:00

Mentions:
gankma

Interactions:
All of Night Raid

Before the siblings had a chance to respond, the sound of a tray clattering to the floor drew Nadia’s attention. Her sharp gaze shifted toward the source of the noise, taking in the sight of a young man scrambling to collect his spilled food. The apple that had rolled near her boot caught her eye, and for a moment, the mess hall seemed to pause as all eyes briefly turned toward the scene.

The young man’s face was flushed as he fumbled with his tray, muttering under his breath. Nadia stepped forward without hesitation, crouching to pick up the apple. Her movements were fluid and precise.

“It happens. No need to let it ruin your day.”

She handed him the apple, her tone quiet but steady, before helping gather some of the spilled food. The chatter of the mess hall gradually resumed as the initial attention faded, though a few stray glances lingered.

“Take a moment. Then grab another tray if you need to. No one’s judging you as much as you think,” she added, her voice carrying a reassuring firmness.

Once the situation seemed under control, Nadia returned to her spot near the siblings, brushing her hands off as she glanced around the room. The faint tension that had risen seemed to ease as the moment passed, and she allowed herself to refocus, waiting for the conversation with the siblings to pick back up.

The conversation with the siblings would have to wait as Andreas, the leader of Night Raid, took center stage. Nadia's attention shifted to him, her sharp eyes narrowing as he struck a nearby wall with force, commanding everyone's focus. The mess hall fell silent, and tension thickened in the air.

As Andreas spoke, his voice carried the weight of leadership, though his expression betrayed the exhaustion that clung to him like a shadow. Nadia stood quietly, her posture straight and attentive, though her mind churned with the implications of his words. The mention of a traitor among them, while troubling, wasn’t surprising. She had suspected as much after hearing about the ambush that had cost so many lives and the earlier conversation with Andreas had confirmed it. Still, hearing it confirmed in front of everyone sent a chill of unease through her and the rest of Night Raid.

Her gaze swept the gathered members of Night Raid, observing their reactions. Some shifted uncomfortably, others nodded with grim determination, and a few of the newer recruits seemed uncertain, their faces betraying a mix of fear and resolve. Nadia noted each one carefully, storing away impressions for later. Trust would have to be earned, and she would be watching closely.

When Andreas mentioned the upcoming mission and the new base, Nadia felt a flicker of intrigue beneath her stoic exterior. A moving base was a bold strategy, one that would undoubtedly provide a tactical edge. She could appreciate the audacity of the decision, even as the thought of leaving this place—a home for so many—felt bittersweet despite her never having the chance to settle in. At least packing would be easy The thought crossed Nadia's mind as all her belongings were currently still over her shoulder as she hadn't even had the time to unpack.

The sheer force of Andreas’ final blow sent dust and debris flying, and Nadia instinctively raised an arm to shield her face. When the dust settled, the base was no more, reduced to rubble in a matter of moments. Lowering her arm, she stared at the destruction with a calm expression, though a part of her marveled at the sheer power displayed, it was clear Andreas was not a man to be trifled with.

Nadia brushed a bit of dirt from her sleeves, letting her gaze linger on the remnants of the base for a moment longer. It was a clear statement, one that left little room for doubt about the seriousness of their situation. She turned her attention to the next man who begun to speak who by all her knowledge was Karma the second in command. It seemed the full briefing would come from him.

 

[Jonkenpon.]

Guard Commander General​

Viktor Gellian
Location: Halls of Justice, Palace City
Mentions: All of the Empire.
Interactions: N/A


The dim glow of candlelight flickered against the stone walls of Viktor's study within the Imperial garrison. The grand chambers of the Halls of Justice were bustling with activity in preparation for the day’s meetings, yet Viktor had yet to make his presence known. He sat at his oak desk, surrounded by stacks of reports, maps, and correspondence, the weight of his position pressing heavily on his shoulders.

Viktor leaned back in his chair, his aged body creaking almost as much as the old wood beneath him. The ambush orchestrated by General Lemille and Adjudicator Satharial had gone as planned—or mostly as planned. The reports on his desk painted a picture of chaos and bloodshed, of a shattered Night Raid retreating into the shadows. Yet, despite their losses, they had managed to escape annihilation. Viktor frowned, the deep lines on his face becoming even more pronounced.

"Always slipping through the cracks," he muttered, his voice low and gruff. "Night Raid… pests that refuse to be stamped out."

His sharp eyes scanned the latest report detailing the aftermath of the ambush. The language was clinical, filled with troop movements, casualty numbers, and battlefield analyses. The precise handwriting emphasized the casualties inflicted upon Night Raid, a tone of pride evident in every line. Yet Viktor couldn’t help but read between the words.

"Too many loose ends," he thought, drumming his fingers on the desk. "The survivors will regroup. They always do."

Lemille and Satharial were very competent, but Viktor had learned long ago not to underestimate Night Raid. Their cunning and resourcefulness had kept them alive this long. The results were acceptable, but the uncertainty of what came next gnawed at him. Night Raid was an infection—and infections left untreated would fester.

With a heavy sigh, Viktor set the report aside and reached for another document detailing the Empires imperial guard forces. Redirecting troops, managing supplies, and bolstering morale—all tasks fell under his purview. The paperwork never seemed to end, a constant flood of requests and demands from the many inhabitants of the Palace City, from the nobles to the peasant the list was endless.

“Bureaucracy,” he muttered, shaking his head. “The real killer of men.”

He reached for his pocket watch, its familiar weight comforting in his hand. Clicking it open, the soft ticking filled the quiet room. Time had always been both ally and adversary to Viktor. It granted him precision and power yet stole from him with every passing moment.

"How many more ticks do I have left?" he wondered, his gaze distant.

Forcing himself to focus, Viktor returned to his work. He reviewed assignments and training schedules for new recruits, troop locations, and any events the higher society had planned to ensure it had adequate guards. It was tedious but important work.

A knock interrupted his thoughts. Without looking up, he called out, "Enter."
A young officer stepped inside, saluting sharply. "Commander General, the morning meeting in the Halls of Justice is about to begin. Preparations are nearly complete." Viktor waved a hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, I know. Fetch me some tea while you're at it. My throat feels as dry as this damn parchment." The officer nodded and exited, leaving Viktor alone once more. Rubbing his temples, he felt the dull ache of exhaustion creeping in. The demands of his position were relentless, but the grim satisfaction of duty kept him moving forward. The officer returned with a steaming cup of tea, setting it on the desk before saluting again. Viktor nodded in acknowledgment, sipping the hot liquid as its warmth spread through him.

He glanced out the window, where dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and pink. The city beyond the walls stirred to life, bustling with merchants, soldiers, and civilians. Yet even in the Empire’s heart, a sense of unease lingered—a reminder of the Revolutionary Army’s looming shadow. Rising from his chair, Viktor moved slowly, his body aching with age and years of service. Straightening his pristine uniform, he picked up his cane, its polished wood gleaming in the morning light.

The halls of Justice corridors buzzed with activity, soldiers and officials rushing about their duties. Yet as Viktor passed, a hush fell over the crowd. Heads turned, whispers followed. "The Timeless Warden," someone murmured seemingly in admiration. Viktor’s sharp gaze snapped to the man, causing him to jump into attention and silencing him in the process before continuing on. He hated the nickname. Though meant as a sign of respect, it felt more like a reminder of his mortality.

Instead of heading straight to the assembly, Viktor took a detour to a private balcony overlooking the city. The crisp morning air greeted him as he surveyed the sprawling expanse of Palace City, the grandeur of the Empire laid bare. Yet his thoughts weren’t on the city, but on the challenges ahead. The ambush had been a temporary victory, but Night Raid would regroup. The Revolutionary Army’s resolve wouldn’t falter.

"War is never truly won," he mused. "It’s a cycle—a constant push and pull."

The faint ticking of his pocket watch reminded him of the time slipping away. Tightening his grip on his cane, Viktor took a deep breath. He would face the day with purpose, precision, and an unwavering belief in the Empire’s cause.

For the Empire. For the Emperor.

And for the peace that would one day come.

After enough time spent contemplating, Viktor reentered the halls. The corridors buzzed with anticipation, soldiers and officers rushing past, murmuring in hushed tones. The air was thick with tension. His gaze lingered briefly on the marble floors as he continued forward, the echoes of his footsteps a stark contrast to the hustle of the military personnel around him. The sudden buzz of activity in the Halls of Justice signaled the impending meeting, and the growing crowd seemed to add to the weight on Viktor’s shoulders.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Louis Beaumont, the Chief Officer of Military Affairs, had called them all together under the pretense of a significant announcement. As Viktor entered the vast hall, the anticipation was almost tangible. Soldiers and officers from all corners of the Empire filled the room, their uniforms crisp, their faces eager, all waiting for the man who commanded their every move. Viktor’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd, the familiar feeling of unease creeping back in. Something told him that Louis’ announcement would not be just another empty speech.

A ripple of silence surged through the room as Louis descended from the heights above, flanked by Ozias Donquixoite. The two men’s imposing presence commanded the attention of everyone present. Viktor stood off to the side, his gaze fixed firmly on Louis as he approached the railing, ready to address the gathered officers.

Viktor’s mind sharpened as the start of the speech hung in the air. He had heard it all before—the usual rhetoric. The Empire’s strength, the enemies they faced, and the unwavering loyalty they were supposed to pledge. But this time, there was something in Louis’ tone that grated against Viktor’s instincts. He had always been precise with his words, but today... today, something felt wrong.

Louis continued, and the words sank deep into Viktor’s mind. Faltering? Hmm? What did he mean by this? There had been no faltering on the battlefield and none under his watch in the capital. The Empire had emerged victorious, despite Night Raid’s survival. It was hard to understand what Louis was implying. Viktor clenched his jaw, his hand tightening around the cane. Something was amiss.

As Louis began pacing, Viktor’s eyes swept over the crowd, taking in the faces of the soldiers, the officers, each one waiting for the next words. The man’s hands slid along the railing, and Viktor could feel the building tension, the palpable expectation that hung over them all.

Viktor’s pulse quickened. He had seen too many of these speeches, too many promises made to the Empire’s military. Each time, the same air of grandeur, the same hollow declarations. But there was always something behind them—a hidden agenda, a veiled maneuver. Whatever this was, Viktor needed to be ready.

The time for speculation was over. Louis Beaumont had reached the pinnacle of his speech and Viktor’s mind raced, preparing for whatever was coming next.

 

[phibglib]

Cassidy stared at the rubble that used to be their home base, her mouth slightly agape. "Well," she said finally, "that's one way to handle renovations." She turned to Arden, who was calmly sipping what remained of his coffee. "You know, most people just hire contractors."

Arden lowered his cup, his expression unchanging. "Most people aren't trying to flush out traitors."

"True." Cassidy stretched, her arms reaching toward the sky as she yawned. "But most people also don't destroy their entire house just because they suspect one of their roommates of stealing their leftovers."

"That's a terrible analogy."

"Is it though?" She grinned, nudging him with her elbow. "I mean, technically we're all just really violent roommates with a shared hobby of overthrowing corrupt governments."

Arden sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "We should get our things." He paused, glancing at their new recruit. "Nadia seems capable."

"Oh?" Cassidy's grin widened. "Is that approval I hear in your voice? From Mr. 'Trust-No-One-Until-They've-Proven-Themselves-Worthy'?"

"I didn't say I trusted her," Arden replied, setting down his now-empty cup. "I said she seems capable. There's a difference."

"Whatever you say, big bro." Cassidy started walking toward what remained of their quarters, her boots crunching on the debris. "But for what it's worth, I like her. Anyone who can keep a straight face while watching our fearless leader punch a building to dust has potential."

"You like everyone," Arden pointed out, falling into step beside her.

"Not true! I didn't like that creepy guy with the puppet Teigu." She shuddered dramatically. "Who makes a weapon out of dolls? That's just asking for trouble."

As they picked through the rubble to retrieve their belongings, Cassidy continued chattering, her voice carrying across the destruction. "Hey, do you think our new mobile base will have better water pressure? Because honestly, that's my only complaint about the old place. Well, that and the rats. And the leaky roof. And that weird smell in the basement that nobody could explain..."

"Cassidy."

"Yes?"

"Focus."

She saluted mockingly. "Yes, sir, Mr. Boring Sir!"

 

[Sinny The Fool]

Ruins of Night Raid Headquarters
Solemn Jester Nellancholy phibglib NeramoDJI
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The outpost that once served as the hidden base of operations for Night Raid was no more after being deemed compromised. All of the members of Night Raid present were gathered at a distance outside of the mountainbase as it was brought down in a colossal eruption of dust, earth and stone debris until all that was left was rubble. Night Raid's sights were now set on taking up residence inside of a mythical Teigu that had been spotted roaming the mountainous regions the northern Capital. The existence of this Teigu being brought to the attention of Night Raid through a lead discovered by one of their own; a man who would only call himself the 'Painted Stranger'.

Among the dozen or so members of Night Raid, not all of them were present to witness the decimation of the Night Raid outpost. Biwaajigan and the Painted Stranger were assigned a week prior to scout out the area of the rumored metal-man teigu. Julian White was sent ahead a few hours prior hauling much of the neccessary resources and personal belongings of Night Raid toward their next destination, with Griselda in watchful pursuit not far behind. If there was going to be any trouble on the road, Griselda would be the first to know and relay the information back to the others.


Karma stood by and leaned back against the trunk of a tree, with a squirrel sat atop his head sucking on a cigarette, and in deep contem

plation. He'd been a lot quieter than usual ever since returning from the botched assassination mission the night before. His mind dwelling on the events which transpired. To him, there being a traitor among them wasn't just a possibility but a near certainty - he could just feel it in his gut, and then there was also what he overheard during the interaction between Sage and Satharial. He grumbled as his train of thought was thrown off by Iwai speaking to him. Karma only noticing his presence when getting pat on the back "Huh? Oh, right...The mission briefing." Putting his other thoughts on the back-burner, he gently picked the squirrel off from his head and placed it on a tree-branch "Naptimes over buster." he said as a farewell to the squirrel for now Karma's mind was back on business and he turned to approach the other Night Raid members in the crowd "Alright listen up because I hate repeating myself. As you can clearly see from behind me..." Karma stated while pointing a thumb behind him toward the destroyed mountainside outpost "We're vagrants for the time being, but luckily for us the Top Brass has given us a lead on a replacement outpost - and this time we don't have to worry about it being compromised because from every report we've received so far this thing is a walking death machine. The only reason it hasn't been discovered until now is because, until recently, it was inactive and buried beneath a mountain much like this one. However it seems to have woken up. It's going to be our job to track down that Teigu, and make it one of ours. The good part is, it shouldn't be too hard to find. The hard part will be bringing that thing to heel, and dealing with whoever it is that decided to wake it up." he let out a belated sigh "That about sums it up, on foot it should take us a few days to reach the location so we'll be heading out shortly."

 

[EMIYAman]

Adjudicator Satharial
Mentions: NeramoDJI Solemn Jester
​

The Adjudicator took the Minister words in stride, just as he had with hers. Having said her piece Satharial returned to being little more than a tool of the Empire. Allowing Regulus to do as he pleased. She found the comments of General Lemille being a "light" of the Empire to be somewhat humorous. The idea of the masses placing the label of savior or hero onto the general was the height of hubris. Proof of the delusion humans willingly place upon themselves for the sake of a more convenient reality. As a clothing rack was wheeled into the room Satharial looked on with some curiosity. As she sipped her tea she shot out an arm catching each of the clothes tossed her way. Placing her cup down upon the table she looks over the clothes offered to her, each one more different than the last. Despite being a woman Satharial had little to no experience with fashion, in fact her only clothes were just copies of her uniform. In short she was very much out of her element. She simply decided to choose at random as she couldn't really care less about the ins and outs.

Satharial then inclined her head towards a seemingly empty part of the room. Her once aloof expression twisted into the facsimile of a kindly smile. "Azrael, you've finally returned home. Come here, let your big sister have a look at you." Satharial takes on bizarre tone in comparison to how she normally is. Putting on the role of a "caring big sister" her current demeanor would be enough to give others whiplash from the sheer divergence. Picking out the dress of her choice she lays the rest on the back of the seat she was on, before approaching the large looming figure of Azrael. She looked into his mask and brought her hands up to cup his face, staring into him with her trademark piercing eyes. "My how you have grown. I can see how hard you worked; those you have embraced in the name of the Empire. Their whispers make me feel as if I'm being filled with a dark murky water. Truly you are such a hard worker, Azrael." Satharial felt no fear in the face of her fellow Adjudicator. Even knowing The Claw of the Empire was more than capable of killing her, practically being tailored to do so. If anything she found it quite endearing. Of course Satharial hardly felt anything she was saying she was, but she knew Azrael's personality and what to say to manipulate his feelings. He was a bit of a hobby of hers, to act as his "big sister" and to see how far she could push her fellow monster. She was quite interested in how he would turn out and the choices the child would make.

Stepping away while giving him a pat on his cheek Satharial stood off to the side near the clothing rack removing her specialized Adjudicator Cloak as she spoke. "Remember Azrael, if you are to be a proper 'little soldier' then you must have a back unbending. You are strong Azrael but you are still growing therefore you must continue to learn diligently." She calmly and with efficiency began to remove her clothes to try on the ones she would be wearing for the party. Without an ounce of shame or seemingly any cognizance of the social faux pas around even a partial state of nudity Satharial continued to undress until she was left in her underwear. A somewhat tasteful somewhat risque pair of lace underwear and simple black stockings. Each article being given to Satharial by "The Heart of the Empire" who seemed to be the only one between the two of them who cared for such things. Putting on the new dress she continued. "For this particular performance of mine, you should watch closely. There will come a day you will do more than just fight, so instead you will have to think for yourself and make your own decisions. What you desire, what brings you joy, what you choose to bring you meaning. There cannot be a sight more satisfying. Its alright if you do not understand now Azrael just make sure you think about it now and again...." Satharial finally finishes getting dressed, billowing out her hair behind her. "Until the remnants of the past, and the pain of the present no longer matter." She turned to Regulus in that moment allowing him to see her choice of dress and check if it would satisfy his artistic senses. At the Minister suggestion to keep her within an actresses "mindset", she gained an ominous smile. "You are a rather prudent man Minister Marshtal. Offering me a gift such as this; I accept. Though the earpiece is unnecessary, just grant the time I need to enjoy the meal; the memory alone shall suffice."