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Baku merely blinked each moment. He was threatened on his ship, after he was battered with...?
"I'd punch your gem out of your head if you didn't have such a big sack of gil. But what good is it to me if I cannot be guaranteed safety?"

"If I may..." The Princess stepped in.
"He is a Lumyian, they are capable of premonition and foretold the coming war..." Garnet seemed more concerned about a possibility.

"Hmm... Fine. But I have my eye on you..." He handed the ring to Hitori before holding the large sack of gil.
Garnet smiled at the result of the rather passive aggressive negotiation, approving of Hitori's ability to not end the situation in bloodshed.

The Stranger sighed before walking out of the bridge. He walked onto the deck where they were quite a ways out of Alexandria.
He paced around a bit before noticing the stowaway known as Dren.

"You can come out now. The danger has passed for now." He placed his helmet back on.

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Cassius Alexandros Svent

Name: Cassius Alexandros Svent
Nickname: Mr.Svent
Race: Lumyian
Age: ???
Gender:Male

Appearance:

Cassius Alexandros Svent

Proportionality:

Proportionality

Weight: Roughly 200lbs.
Height:5'11 to 6ft.
Frame: Androgynous shoulders 6in
Chest 12 in
Waist 8-10in
thigh 10-12in
Butt-cheek 8x10in
wrist to tip of middle finger 7 1/2 inches.
pinkie starting digit (base of hand before extending to finger) to thumb digit 4inch
feet (as in my feet) 12 inches

upper arm (weight )3 inches
lower (forearms) 2 1/2 − 3 inches
wrist 2 1/2 − 3 1/3 inches
elbow to wrist 11 3/4 inches
Shoulder to elbow 12 1/4 inches

heel to knee 15 inches.
Knee to thigh 16 inches.

height 5’11 to 6ft.
6 1/2 inches from collar bone to chin.
7 inches from one end to the other (Left to right)

crotch to waist (curves) 9 inches.
waist to belly button 4 1/2 inches
waist to chest (where ribs start) 12 inches
chest to neck 9 inches

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Personality:- So far, he seems caring, somewhat analytical, and one prone to improvise. But shows he cares for life even if it isn't his own.
Job: Deputy Director of Linblum Research and Development, as well as Supervisor.

Fighting Style: So far, no one knows.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: No weapons at present.
Armors/Outfits See picture. Custom Kimono, Rubber suit under that, and light armor pieces. (Armored boots, gauntlets that protect the back of his hands, a Panther Helmet.)

Familiar: Ifrit
Familiar Appearance:

Ifrit

Familiar Abilities: Grants fire and heat immunity, Fire Glyph. Lowers water defense. Slightly raises agility.

Movement Type: Ground, walks and runs, has wide reach.

Familiar Size: Large, slightly sluggish when moving.

Relic Weapons: Flaming clawed Gauntlets.

Relic Armors: Gives Cassius a red tint to his attire to reflect his heat immunity, as well as to reflect he has Ifrit active. The gauntlets also extend over the forearms to shield them.

Trance: N/A.

Pros- So far he seems fast in terms of movement, hit's hard with kicks. Sneaky.
Cons- Fearful of fighting.
Racial Strengths- Lumyian Glyph magic. Resistant to offensive magic to a great degree.
Racial Weaknesses- Weak to physical strikes.

Background: So far, people do not know.

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Something about Monica was way off... Her body did not... feel as outlined...
However the only real items there were marbles and a few potions.
"I smell weird do I? Ya know... Not the impossibility I sweat... Right? But of course let the kitty cat try to judge, because she knows everything does she? Maybe if you took me to dinner first I would not mind..." She teased; goaded rather.

"Got what you're looking for...?" Monica teased.

Baku sighed.
"The ring. Off with it."

"Why? It has no importance." She looked at her Rune like ring, it had many circular Glyphs on it.
"If it wasn't important, you would not be so hesitant to remove it. Now take it off darling." Baku walked to her as the wheel was stable due to locking mechanisms he pulled.
She somewhat backed up.

"You'll not have it thief!"
"Thief!? You stole our mark!"
"I Brought here to you! What do you mean 'stole' !?"
"Yeah! And nearly gotten us blown to smithereens!"

Monica looked cross as she crossed her arms, looking to the side, giving him the hand.
"No!"

Garnet signed.
"Is now really the time for this? I can over power her if she had any means of capturing me. So no, I can defend myself." Garnet showed her sword.

"Look, I'm not going to take it. Just let me see it!" Baku reached for the other hand, forcing the ring off as Hitori was clearly able to see.

"Noooo!" The voice was not that of a female... In fact... Where Monica stood was a rather decorative individual.
The person had armor over his legs, feet, hands, and even wore a white panther like helmet. There was a feline tail.
The frame was rather... androgynous. The person stood at appropriately Six feet in height, having considerable height over Karn.

"Wh.. what?" Baku simply blinked... the ears were certainly not that of a Demi human.
"Did you... Pose as that little.."
"Yes. That... right there is my means of blending in..." The male replied with a lisp.

"The helmet..." Baku pointed.

"Will you not relent...?" The male scoffed.
"No. This is kind of funny." Baku chuckled.

The male took off the helmet, there was brown shoulder length hair that was somewhat curled at the cowlicks that were to the right and left of his forehead. Several scars were visible, one on the right nostril, several on one cheek. Two on the forehead, two by each ear in roughly the same area. His skin was pale, eyes had dark circles under them, and the iris' themselves were hazel green.

"Happy?" He somewhat glared, his squarish glasses hanging on his face.

Baku blinked. "Could have fooled me and said you were the Princess." He joked.

"Very funny. Now can I have my gear back...?" He extended his hand back for the ring.
"Hmm... No. It cost to ride.~"
"You... I brought here her for the sake of- Know what? Why am I bothering, this is pointless..." The Stranger shook his head.

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Monica blinked at the enraged Kumiho and shook her head frantically.
"Preventing one disaster only ignites another..." She seemed to brake her tone that she had; as if a different person was before him entirely. She shuttered at the cries from below... She did not even make eye contact before heading inside.

"Bomb.. is disposed of... at the cost of lives below..." She shook her head in horror at Karn as she made her way to the bridge. It was clear she seemed to have been ate up about it. "I umm... need a moment..."

Just than, the Captain turned to Monica.
"I don't remember you being part of my crew." Baku seemed more upset about this figure than he was about people being killed due to the Kumiho's intervention. He turned his gaze closer.

"Give me a name girl."
"Monica Rey."
"Hah. Quite a nice stage name." He shook his head.
"She... is the one who brought me to safety." The Princess walked over to Monica.

"A spy brought you to me? It's one thing we have Lindblum officials in the engine rooms keeping this thing afloat. But what I do not tolerate is liars. You know what I do to Liars? Tell'em Karn." Baku seemed... even more agitated as he went on, sure there was a smirk on his face, but it was not one of pleasure.

"Look. I don't care. She is here safely, so shut up." Monica crossed her arms.
"The gull..."
"No, no. You steer this ship. You're paid to bring her back to Lindblum. What does it matter who I am if I ensure success?" Monica seemed to give him the hand, however Baku broke into laughter.

"True as the truth is. I don't know you like I do my crew." Baku chuckled.
"Search her Karn." Monica's eyes quickly shifted to the Demi- Human.

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The Bomb sizzled as it fell dead... though it was temporarily slowed down.. it was bound to go off.
"Righht... That takes care of that..." Monica walked over to the bomb, peeling parts of it off as well as it's shell, surely it could be used for something later. "Alright... Everyone get inside. Now." Monica's voice practically elevated to a crack; yet the intent was still carried. She did try to push the bomb... Unfortunately the worst is yet to come... The mass was too large to push... and was too heavy at that. Taking it apart past the armor was suicide. Monica seemed to Blink. She did however ignore the Demi human's comments. To her, living, was living.

"Right... find a hiding place... inside..." Monica squirmed; scurrying to the door.
It was as if she saw something she did not wish to see, but had to see.

Meanwhile, the Princess was near Baku; the Captain of the ship.
She turned as well as the pinkish man to the red Squirrel.
"What do you want!?" There was visual sweat coming off the male; his triangular nose seemed more agitated. Garnet however wore her white robes, holding the sides... Perhaps this was a suicide run...

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The Bomb flinched at the punch before charging at Karn for a full body slam, it missed however seeing as she got behind it. Part of the shell was crack, it slightly expanding before turning to her, trying to slam into Karn once again. If it landed, it would knock her down onto her back.
Monica watched as the Vines wrapped around the fiery being, and to no one's surprise, the fire just burned right through it.
But rather than stand there helplessly, she leaped forward, right leg raised high as she brought it down onto the bomb. It of course landed; the axe kick was quite effective as the bomb was spiked down; it's shell compromised.

Monica somewhat staggered back by the other two. "Ehhehhhuuh!"
It was clear she did not want to be near the elemental.

Dead topic.

There was a clear choice for them... They could all either run inside and keep it outside of the ship, or they could fight to minimize the damage. Either way, there was a tough path ahead of them as the ship was rising from the ground. The Soldiers were now a finite supply on the ship, of course several jumped ship, nervous of what they were up against... Oh the poor Knights of Pluto.

At any rate, the ship was more stable with the harpoons broken off and out of the ship. Too bad there was no salvageable scrap metal...
The princess at any rate, stayed inside the ship, walking as far from the doors as she could. It was true she wasn't one for violence, in fact she did not want to fight if she did not have to; which was the appropriate mindset to have at the current time. At the very least, she was prepared for the worst. Part of her wanted to Punch the life out of Karn... In fact, really hard. How dare she touch her face in such a way... She felt disgust churn in her stomach...

The lower decks were more stable, as were the work rooms with all the hooks gone, so there was nothing that was too critical that could not be plugged with plywood. Simple fixes really.

Monica looked up at Hitori with a nod, though there was a lack of confidence in her gestures...It did not help that Karn was eager to retreat... Yet doing nothing to try to stop it felt even more wrong... This would perhaps be her first real battle, and she was royally unprepared. There were however three Knights in front of the Fiery Bomb, who now looked more angry thanks to Dren's antics. His spiky teeth seeming sharper, glowing as it seemed to increase in mass. The Knights however were somewhat pushed aside, with this opportunity Monica flung marbles across the stage as a means of tripping the already staggered Knights.

"OHMYGOD! WAYOUTOFLINE!" Said the rather husky female knight.
"Geese. Lass is quite an iron lung, ey Foxy?"
"OHMYGOD! ICANNOTBELIEVEYOUJUSTSAIDTHAT! TOTALSLAGTHATGIRLIS!" The Knight went on with a rather sarky voice and tone that would be the death of drinking glasses and windows, to possibly the concept as sound as they knew it.

"Lass is about to lose her tongue if she does not learn to be silent." Monica gritted. Even the bomb just looked at the Knight in annoyance, it's tine hands somewhat pressing itself on it's sides, as if it too was wondering what the Knight's deal was.

At this point, the Knight removed her helmet, revealing a rather fat face, her hair was in a bun like ponytail, it wasn't braided like the standard Alexandrian Soldier in their leotards. But by her gaudy posture, and grunting face, it was like she thought her attitude was enough to control the situation.

The Bomb seemed to growl at her.
"AREYOUGIVINGMELIP!?"
"Grrrrr!"
"WHAT!? THISISMYFAULTORSOMFIN!?" Her eyes opened rather wide, tilting her head forward as she was challenge by a monster.
The Bomb nodded at her, eyes closed.
"YEAHBUT!NOBUT!YEAHBUT!NOBUT?SOMETHINGORNOTHING!WELLIDIDN'TWELLANDDONEITIFTHEPRINCESSDIDN'TRUNOFFLIKETHELITTLEBETCHSHEIS!NOTTOMENTIONTHATIMIMIGHTHAVEBROKESOMEOFHERPOTTERY!ASAJOKE!" She took a rather adamant tone,trying to find excuses for her incompetence as a Knight. A Soldier of Alexandria. The Bomb simply slammed into her before falling to the grass below.

"OHMYGODICANNOTBELIEVEYOUJUSTDIDTHAT!"
The bomb shook itself as if it were a head; in any case it was.
The other knights simply just jumped down; the bomb was intimidating even them. Now the ship was high enough in the sky to where if anyone else jumped off, it would be fatal.

The Bomb turned to Monica and smiled.
"For a Bomb trying to destroy the ship, you did a good job getting rid of the loud lass. Being around her is a fate worse than death."
The Bomb nodded rather quickly.

"Where were we?" Monica blinked.
"GRRR!" The Bomb got just a bit bigger.
"Oh yeah... Right... Fighting... and stuff." Monica sighed before standing closer to Hitori.

Dead topic.

Monica was slightly grinning at the sight of the girl playing a male. It was quite humorous to see another improvised sort of role, but anything to buy them some needed preparation time. She however saw Garnet watching from the side, who seemed to have a smile of amusement. Garnet however some what leaned more on the wall, sure it wasn't the most proper of posture, but there was nothing for her to do in her situation. Never the less, these people were a work of art to her in terms of stage. But what really got her grinning was how fast they could deliver their lines, yet act less stoic.

As Monica looked about the stage as she danced around with Dren, she could see Garnet was watching from the corner.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" She thought mentally, her gray eyes somewhat flickering. "Hope you're enjoying yourself." She spoke in a rather sincere tone to the man, though worry passed through her voice.

The "Princess" bowed her head before extending her hand out to the Demi Human known as Karnrad. She simply smiled before mouthing "You're so late." She composed herself slowly.

"To act of anything less is an insult to my freedom. Yay I say to thou's proposal." The "Princess" said, her voice somewhat wavering. It was clear there was fatigue in the voice of hers, though the audience was rather bubbly over most of what had gone on.

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"Where is Garnet? She should have been back by now..." Brahne was slightly flapping her fan with her right hand. She looked a bit clammier than usual. There was an amused expression, but mixed worry in her eyes. Beatrix could not help but feel there was something going to happen for the worst.

The two jesters walked into her view, flailing their arms.
"She is gone!"
"Gone She is!"

Brahne looked at the stage before slamming her hands down on her seat, she knew what was going on... But it did not displease her any less.

"Beatrix, set the harpoons onto the ship, it is not to leave here in one piece. And search the ship. We cannot allow it to leave. Am I clear?" Brahne turned her gaze to Beatrix. Her expression was stoic, her eyes expressed a fury only a ruler could have; a leader who has to deal with the failings of her people.

Beatrix raised her arm out, where other Soldiers saw it as a signal. Soon, there was a mechanical Rhythm heard around the stage from above... And it wasn't the propellers.

Beatrix pushed her hand forward as what looked like cannon's with harpoons shot down into the ship. Most of the people on stage were staggered due to the force of the impact, and there was a noticeable panic upon the audience.

"Seize them!" A male voice called out before trying to jump ship.
The crew was retreating inside where Monica stood up, throwing marbles down at the incoming Knight Soldiers. Some of which completely tripped onto their back.

"Riiiight. I'd say things are about to get dicey..." She ran closer to the set where Garnet was. She however was on Dren, it was however unintentional.

"You should be inside little Lass." Monica scolded a bit, where Garnet simply sighed. She did go through the stage door.
Monica took a breathe.

"RANDY! GET US OUT OF HERE!" Monica's voice was more or less heard through the floor boards. There was scrambling below as propellers were starting to move about.

But upon checking the stage, the knights were getting up, and what was worse what was coming out of a cannon that was under Brahne. There was a spiked metallic Capsule, what was inside upon it's crash into the stage was more than too happy.

"A Bomb!? WHAT!?" Monic stammered back slightly.
She had to keep the knights from entering the doors... But this... large ball of flame that looked somewhat flesh and rock like... had rather large eyes, and teeth... Yeah... She was perfectly not scared...

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"Foxy loxy. WE are almost to the cargo..." Monica was somewhat hurrying the pace as the Princess moved with them. They ended up behind the stage where a bearded man confronted then. He was dressed in a rather ragged set of clothes.

"Ey. Git'er in, we'd need ya on stage before the find out what is going on. And Barmy twisted his foot in the last number. You're resourceful right?" The scratched the back of his head. From The Princess' stance, the man looked like a thug she'd hear about in bed time stories. He wasn't charming or enchanting. Just unusual. Despite his gruff appearance, he wasn't brutish to her.

"Rightttt. Get the lass under and I'll go over... Foxy Loxy. Stay by her and you may get paid yet." Monica made her way through the pipe works of the Primma vista Fortunately, a lot of the ground work was already done. She only required a signal.

Unfortunately the play was moving faster than she though... On stage they were already on the last act.
Characters rejoicing and dancing.

She walked through the woodwork before nodding to her boss, who acted as King for the play. At this point, the King was fleeing back stage.
Preparations would take a bit, bit it was her job to stay topside to see if there was any activity to be had.

Rather than stand blankly and look awkward, she pointed to the nearest male below the stage, into the audience to come dance with her- as fate would have it, it was Dren.

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The Princess stared at Monica with eyes; she was filled with a bit of determination. "I know why you've come... But, it not safe to take me yet. It's nice my uncle is reading my letters though."

"Aye. It is nice with Jolly cooperation of people. But we need to get ya on set. Can you take us to where we can get behind the stage?" Monic placed a hand on her hip.

"That I can. But you must be quiet. And you must try to not alert any guards. They've been... unrest today with the killings, and the explosion at the Inari's den, No one survived..." He shook her head. "But... not my time to grieve for my country."

"I'd say. But you'll have to lead girly."
The Princess merely nodded before walking down to a lower floor, to her side was a sheathe for a sword, what looked like knuckle dusters, and a staff of some sort. It looked closer to a mace.