Spin The Wheel

Legion of Heroes

Alright, here's my CS. Feel free to tell me if I need to change something.

Danny

Name: Danny Orville

Superhero name: Raptor

Gender: Male

Race: Experimental human

Age: 18

Appearance: Danny Sports short blond hair, neatly cut and finely combed, as well as sharp green eyes. He's quite tall for his age, sitting at around 6'0, though he slouches a little to make himself seem smaller. He dresses well and usually has a relaxed and easygoing expression on his face, though with his sharp gaze, his angular face, and his well defined cheekbones, it can make him look like a hawk on the hunt. It's not intentional, but Danny's looks have gotten him into trouble on occassion.

Personality: The once sickly teenager is a far cry from how he was in the past. Danny is usually calm and collected, but is also approachable and easy to get along with, as he's usually all smiles and jokes. Seemingly in spite of his easy attitude, he spends a lot of his time alone. When focused he's extremely sharp and can be quite competitive, like a honed blade, but as soon as the match is over, he quickly comes back down to his jovial self. He's usually free to talk about anything and everything, but when it comes to talk about his background, he seems to run out of words. Though he's quick to reassure everyone that everything is perfectly fine, it's obvious that Danny doesn't want to talk about it too much. In spite of his easygoing demeanor, he sometimes shows he's quite a lonely person. Perhaps he wants to distance himself from normal humans to protect them from the fallout of his hero activities. But with a few good friends and some heroic colleagues, perhaps there's a way to fix his oneliness after all.

Power: Danny was injected with the blood of a velociraptor while he was young, allowing him the ability to partially or fully transform into one. Even without transforming his senses are much sharper than normal humans, sight and smell being especially heightened. This is doubly true after his transformation. His reflexes are also better than normal, almost being able to react to things before they happen. When transformed he gains superior strength and speed, as well as access to a velociraptor's tail and bite. He can use his claws to climb some walls and leave vicious wounds on his foes.

Weaknesses: While Danny's strength and power are enhanced by his abilities, his stamina has not kept up. It's somewhat better than average, but the extreme physical feats his transformation is capable of take a large toll on his body, and it's impossible for him to maintain peak performance over a long period of time. Furthermore, transforming has its own issues - a partial transformation (such as transforming his hand into a claw) is very quick, but a complete transformation requires concentration and will take a moment or 2 to complete. This moment can be crucial, so he has to carefully consider the situation before he transforms. And while his reflexes are increased during his transformed state, this can sometimes work against him as his body reacts before his brain does. In general he acts more on his instincts than on his mind while in a transformed state, which can make him seem more bestial and aggressive, and it can take a lot of effort to revert his form. If he gets buried too deeply in the mind of the velociraptor, he might not come back at all.

Limitations: While he's usually easy to get along with, there always seems to be an invisible distance between him and his friends, or anyone for that matter. He has quite a wide circle of friends and aqcuantances, but in spite of this, he's always been a bit of a lone wolf with a tendency to go at it alone. He has a tendency to take the biggest risks for himself, which can make it seem like he has issues trusting people.

Skills/Talents: Danny is quite stealthy when he wants to be, and is good at ending up in places he probably shouldn't be in. He's also quite good at sports and can quickly pick up a new one in a day or two. Finally, he's a good liar with an excuse for every occassion, a trait that has helped him out of many jams before.

Background/bio: Danny Orville was born to a loving family with several siblings. Unfortunately, he was born quite weak, and no one was sure he would even make it past childhood. His parents, however, were unwilling to see their child die. A pair of brilliant scientists, they quickly made a breakthrough to save their son's life. Injecting him with the blood of a dinosaur, Danny made a miraculous recovery.

Afterwards he did as any normal boy would do. He went to school, made friends, played sports, and studied hard. There was no need to do so much, his parents assured him. Being alive was good enough for them. But Danny wanted to do more for them. In order to pay back the love his parents have given him, and to enjoy every moment of his new life, Danny spends the nights roaming the streets like a vigilante, fighting the injustices that he sees, while attending a prominent high school in the city. He intends to make the most of his new life, and he will not sit by and let the new coalition of evil shatter his family's peace.

Legion of Heroes

I'm interested, got a dinosaur power based character I've been wanting to try for a while. Might send something via PM, we'll see.

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Joseph briefly sank into thought at the orders. So this time it was the gearhead, the cleaner, and the little boss. He had worked with all of them at least once before, and if he had to pick someone to watch his back, Alek was easily lowest on the list. It wasn't his skills - Joseph knew skill, and the blond haired russian had it in spades. He even trusted him quite a bit, in a way. Alek was smart, professional, and thorough. It was where his interests lay that was the concern. He could trust him to do the job right, and do it quickly, and that would have to do for now. The russian was a tough nut to crack, and Joseph had neither the time nor inclincation to look for a nutcracker.

"No problems for me, boss." The gruff military man said in response to her question.
Setting aside the question of allegiance, the question of skills was non-existant. Between his 3 teammates, they weren't lacking in any area when it came to infiltration. He had experience with this kind of mission, and there was nothing else left to say. All they would need to do was scope out the compound beforehand and they would be prepared for anything that came their way. Oh, and he'd probably need to ask for a silencer from Gabriel after the meeting.

Joseph reclined in his chair, relaxing his mind as he looked around the room, waiting for the others to respond.

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

The hustle and bustle of the busy neo-tokyo streets was a constant strain on the senses, a veritable storm of sensations that never stopped. It was enough to drive anyone insane, if they were forced to live in it for days on end. Perhaps that was the reason why buildings crept higher and higher into the sky, as if to escape the mire of noise that rose up from below. In contrast to the busy bar on the ground floor of the building, the 20th floor was mercifully quiet, for the most part. Joseph's room, however, was filled with the sound of grunting.

Pushups, situps, squats, he went through the whole routine. PT was a time honored tradition of the military, it promoted fitness, self-discipline and sharpened the mind. Or so the drill sergeant had told him; he was pretty sure his superior officers just used the time to bully fresh recruits. He usually did his training in the morning, but who really knew what time was morning in the city that never slept? With one last grunt of exhertion Joseph finished his last pushup and rolled over onto his back, breathing hard.

As he calmed his breathing the quietness of the room returned. If he strained his senses hard enough he'd be able to hear a little of the music bubbling up from the ground floor, though he didn't feel the need to do so. On any other day Joseph would have loved to go down and mingle with the rest, have some alcohol and relax a little. But not tonight. There was a meeting tonight, and that meant there would be a mission soon. He needed to keep his mind clear and his senses sharp. For example, the feeling in his stomach told him that he was hungry, and the acrid stench stinging his nose told him that he was smelly and covered in sweat. Joseph chuckled quietly to himself before getting onto his feet and going towards the showers.

One quick wash and change later he was back in his usual clothes, a worn green polo and camouflaged cargo pants. Old habits died hard, after all. He sauntered over to the kitchen to grab a snack, opening a random drawer and picking out a packet of savoury biscuits. As he munched them down he briefly wondered what the rest of the crew was up to. They weren't the most sociable bunch by any means and some of the members were quite standoffish, but they were mostly good people. That made it harder, in a way. Death was the sword of damocles that hung over all conflicts, and Joseph, with his many years of military service, couldn't help feeling its shadow today. But he quickly shrugged it off. Things were heating up between the gangs but they probably wouldn't get that violent so soon. After all, didn't everyone just want to stay alive?

Joseph slowly realised his vision had multiplied. With a frown of annoyance he closed his eyes, the 2 on his face, the 1 on his forhead, the myriad others that dotted his body as well. It was easy for him to forget about his many eyes once his mind wandered. He opened his 2 eyes once again and chucked the used wrapper into the bin. Pre-battle blues were inevitable for an old hand like him but there was no need to worry so much. No matter what came ahead he was about as prepared as he would ever be.

Anepool Academy for the Gifted

Mikael turned and stared at the youth that had called out to him. His first impression - green. Green skin, green glasses, a green jacket too. The youth was a meta-human, then. He had seen many before, but he had never interacted very closely with one. With that in mind, he wondered what this green stranger really wanted with him.

Mikael quietly regarded the flowery chair that had sprung up from the ground with surprise. The other party seemed to be able to command plants... an interesting ability. Was it magic? Or was it the unique physioligy of meta-humans that allowed him to do this? His eyes unfocused slightly as he thought through a response to the green youth's questions.

Was Mikael lost? He supposed he was true to some degree. He had a destination and he didn't know how to get there. But he was perfectly willing to find out how, so he didn't really need directions. The boy mulled it over a moment longer before a promising idea floated to the top of his head. Could the green meta-human in front of him be a groundskeeper?

He refocused and studied the teenager before him once more. The green youth was quite tall (admittedly, compared to Mikael, most people were quite tall) and he looked young, but he was most definitely linked to plants in some way. Maybe plant-based meta-humans aged slower than normal people. The youth could be older than he looked, and he could also have just been hired by the academy to take care of the garden. After all, who better to take care of the garden than someone who could control plants.

Mikael nodded to himself in satisfaction. It explained the teenager's reaction to his presence, as it was entirely possible that he thought the boy had mischief in mind. It had been a reprimand of sorts for him being near the garden bed nearby. All Mikael had to do was assure him that nothing would happen to the flowers. To this end, he hopped off the lawn onto the nearby footpath.
"I'm sorry Mr. Groundskeeper, I'll be more careful next time." Mikael said, breaking his long silence.
He started walking in the same direction he had been travelling towards before he was stopped.

@Crimson Flame

Anepool Academy for the Gifted

Mikael sat down on the grass with a weary sigh. The day had barely begun and he was already feeling tired, his energy worn down by the seemingly endless sea of legs and feet he had found himself in. Being overwhelmed vertically was nothing new to him, but the sheer amount of people had really thrown the boy for a loop. As soon as he'd picked up his enrollment packet he'd been swept away by the tide. Fortunately, Mikael had managed to find a relatively quite corner of the campus to inspect the what he had received.

He carefully eased open the top of the envelope and extracted the contents. Mikael pulled them out one by one. Some letters, his schedules, and various other knick knacks, he gave them a brief glance before putting them into his backpack. He would look at them in detail later. Soon enough he found what he was looking for - a map. Just the thing for an inquisitive boy's needs.

Mikael got up to look around. It was hard to tell from his low vantage point, but judging by the landmarks he seemed to be in the gardens. Which, he supposed, would explain the grass he was standing on. Logically speaking he should start going towards the classrooms to see where his classes would be, it would save him some trouble tomorrow. But all the other freshmen would probably be doing that, and there ould be probably be many not-so-freshmen as well. He'd already had his fill of people and he was rather hesitant about braving the human tide again.

He paused to think a moment before coming to a decision. He would have to get familiar with the whole school eventually so it didn't really matter if he went to the classrooms now or later. And since he didn't know his way around anyway, from a certain perspective it didn't really matter where he went at all. So Mikael simply went. He picked a direction and started walking. Whether it would be to adventure or misfortune, he could only wait and see.

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Joseph Arnell

Joseph Arnell | Head Hunter

____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N Name: Joseph Arnell Nicknames/Aliases: Head Hunter, Three Eyes, Joe Birth City/District: San-Washington Age: 35 Racial Background: American/English Race: Y.G Human Height: 6'2 Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Appearance: On missions Joseph typically sports a cybernetic visor and combat armour on his chest. He keeps himself covered up with colours that blend into the urban environment. He generally wears military style clothing even off missions, it's simply what he's used to. It accents his large build and makes him stand out. On casual occassions he wears a simple polo tee and cargo shorts, though he tries to avoid this as others will often make note of the various eyes he has on his arms and neck. He keeps the extraneous eyes closed most of the time, but it's still fairly obvious. His hair is closely cropped and he is clean shaven at all times. Mutation Marker(s): Joseph has eyes in places many don't, mostly on his arms and chest, but he has one on the back of his neck and a third eye in the middle of his forehead. Personality: Joseph is usuallly quiet and calm, but he is far from cold. He will crack jokes with colleagues to ease tension and laugh at theirs while he's at it. He exudes a quiet confidence, and when the things start going bad he gets even calmer. He has many stories to share and makes for a good conversation partner, though he sometimes forgets to check his swearing, a bad habit he picked up in the army. In combat he's simple, efficient, and utterly reliable. Underneath the calmness there is a strong sense of justice, and a passion for righting wrongs. Aspirations: Help out the team, put enough money away to have a nice retirement Fears: Dying Vehicle: Secondhand van, common megacorp mass-produced vehicle. Not particularly fast but insconpicuous and has a large enough storage space without being P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N Strengths/Natural Abilities: Joseph's eyesight is naturally better than most people. Owing to his many auxillary eyes, he also has an exceptional range of vision and depth perception. He has extensive experience as a marksman and great patience which allows him to sit for hours on end, waiting for just the right moment. His key strength, however, is his ability to maintain his cool in heated situations. Even with bullets flying all around him he has the calmness to take aim and fire the perfect shot. Weaknesses/Flaws: While Joseph keeps himself physically fit, old injuries in his legs make it difficult for him to run quickly. In general he's not much of a fighter in close quarters, as he prefers engagements at maximum weapon range. Weapons: HK PSG12 - A semi-automatic precision rifle which takes 7.62x54mm rounds. A rifle designed for use in urban areas. It's collapsobale, easily adjustable, and has space to install cybernetic enhancements. Joseph' model has a targetting computer installed but he generally leaves it off unless he needs to make a shot at maximum possible range. He is able to use many different rounds (armor piercing, hollow point, etc) to suit his needs. Cyclone HSR Mk III - A bolt action anti-material rifle which takes .50 caliber bullets. Joseph does not use this gun often and generally doesn't take it on missions, owing to its bulk and excessive power against most targets. He will take it if he believes he may need it, however. Stock Defender pistol - A fairly average handgun for personal defence, produced by one of Neo-Tokyo's many megacorporations. A simple and cheap weapon which does not jam easily. Cybernetics/Gadgets/Accessories: Cybernetic visor - A specially made visor which supplements Joseph' natural vision. It has settings for infrared and nightvision, and allows him to zoom in and mark targets. Can connect to a network to receive tactical information from the team. Adrenaline Booster - An implant that forces the production of adrenaline on activation in order increase the user's reflexes and response time. Things will appear to move in slow motion, allowing Joseph to take in every detail and make microadjustments to his aim. Implanted air supply - Air tank implanted in his lungs to briefly eliminate the need for breathing. Used when consecutive precise shots are needed, to prevent breathing from disrupting his aim. Commercial body armour - Armour rated to help stop bullets and stab wounds. Manufactured with cost in mind, will not hold up to a concentrated assault but may prevent a bullet from putting him out of action in a critical moment. Other: Joseph enjoys jazz music on occassion.

H i s t o r y History Joseph Arnell was born to a fairly poor family typical of San-Washington's lower class districts. Life was poor but simple, and his parents gave him as much love as they could. They encouraged him to go into law enforcement, as it was a better option than working in the slums. As a natural born Y.G he decided to try enrolling in the J.F military. If he could succeed then he would be able to serve his country, and more importantly, he'd have a decent source of income. After extensive training and many tries, he eventually succeeded in entering the JF military. Joseph wore the uniform proudly and slowly made a name for himself as a marksman, but he wanted to see how far he could go. He was young then, naive and proud. He installed cybernetics to enhance his natural abilities, underwent intense training with other soldiers, took more and more dangerous missions. Eventually he built up enough skill and merit to be one of the lucky few to join the J.F special forces. Unfortunately, Joseph found that the J.F.S.F did not agree with him. For starters, as a cybernetically augmented Y.G as opposed to a Y.S.G, he was looked down on by his colleagues who made his life hellish. But bullying and butting heads was nothing new to him. No, what was truly tasteless was the work. He was assigned to be a part of the J.F.S.F Rebellion Response Force, tasked with supressing the many riots that occurred in the mega-city. The more he worked for the force the more grievances he piled up. He had joined the military to help the other people, but the military was using their power to supress them. He had many arguments with his superiors over this. Sometimes their intervention was justified, but to him, most were not. Things came to a head on one particular mission. After supressing another riot, one headed by a Y.S.G, the team he had worked with stood by the Y.S.G's body as they waited for the cleanup crew to arrive. Unfortunately, the Y.S.G was not as dead as they thought. He lashed out from the floor, catching them off guard and badly wounding Joseph' leg. Joseph fell down but he was ignored as the Y.S.G went for more threatening targets. Taking advantage of this, he swiftly took aim with his rifle and fired several rounds into the back of the Y.S.G's head. The injury he received did not heal correctly and would ensure that he couldn't run with the same speed as he used to. The normal procedure at this point was to get cybernetic replacements but he refused. He had enough of the J.F.S.F, and he formally retired. His bosses didn't like him and he didn't want to stay. It was a surprisingly painless cutoff. At the behest of a friend he decided to move to Neo-Tokyo, for a change of pace. His savings would run out without work so, reluctantly, Joseph took up the rifle once more. He made a name for himself as a bounty hunter with incredible accuracy and more jobs came to him. Unfortunately, there was a limit to what he could do alone so he decided to join a team. He needed more support if he wanted to take on larger contracts. When he looked for teams, however, he was surprised to find a familiar face. The One-Eyed Wolf, a figure he thought he would never see again. They had worked together before, in the brief period between when he joined the special forces and when she retired. And after hearing her out he was more than happy to work with her again. Joseph has shot his rifle for over a decade. For money, for his country, for himself. But now, he finally has something worth shooting for.

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Alright, here's my sheet. Feel free to tell me if something needs to be changed.

Joseph Arnell

Joseph Arnell | Head Hunter

____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N Name: Joseph Arnell Nicknames/Aliases: Head Hunter, Joe Birth City/District: San-Washington Age: 35 Racial Background: American/English Race: Y.G Human Height: 6'2 Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Appearance: On missions Joseph typically sports a cybernetic visor and combat armour on his chest. He keeps himself covered up with colours that blend into the urban environment. He generally wears military style clothing even off missions, it's simply what he's used to. It accents his large build and makes him stand out. On casual occassions he wears a simple polo tee and cargo shorts, though he tries to avoid this as others will often make note of the various eyes he has on his arms and neck. He keeps the extraneous eyes closed most of the time, but it's still fairly obvious. His hair is closely cropped and he is clean shaven at all times. Mutation Marker(s): Joseph has eyes in places many don't, mostly on his arms and chest, but he has one on the back of his neck and a third eye in the middle of his forehead. Personality: Joseph is usuallly quiet and calm, but he is far from cold. He will crack jokes with colleagues to ease tension and laugh at theirs while he's at it. He exudes a quiet confidence, and when the things start going bad he gets even calmer. He has many stories to share and makes for a good conversation partner, though he sometimes forgets to check his swearing, a bad habit he picked up in the army. In combat he's simple, efficient, and utterly reliable. Underneath the calmness there is a strong sense of justice, and a passion for righting wrongs. Aspirations: Help out the team, put enough money away to have a nice retirement Fears: Dying Vehicle: Secondhand van, common megacorp mass-produced vehicle. Not particularly fast but insconpicuous and has a large enough storage space without being P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N Strengths/Natural Abilities: Joseph's eyesight is naturally better than most people. Owing to his many auxillary eyes, he also has an exceptional range of vision and depth perception. He has extensive experience as a marksman and great patience which allows him to sit for hours on end, waiting for just the right moment. His key strength, however, is his ability to maintain his cool in heated situations. Even with bullets flying all around him he has the calmness to take aim and fire the perfect shot. Weaknesses/Flaws: While Joseph keeps himself physically fit, old injuries in his legs make it difficult for him to run quickly. In general he's not much of a fighter in close quarters, as he prefers engagements at maximum weapon range. Weapons: HK PSG12 - A semi-automatic precision rifle which takes 7.62x54mm rounds. A rifle designed for use in urban areas. It's collapsobale, easily adjustable, and has space to install cybernetic enhancements. Joseph' model has a targetting computer installed but he generally leaves it off unless he needs to make a shot at maximum possible range. He is able to use many different rounds (armor piercing, hollow point, etc) to suit his needs. Cyclone HSR Mk III - A bolt action anti-material rifle which takes .50 caliber bullets. Joseph does not use this gun often and generally doesn't take it on missions, owing to its bulk and excessive power against most targets. He will take it if he believes he may need it, however. Stock Defender pistol - A fairly average handgun for personal defence, produced by one of Neo-Tokyo's many megacorporations. A simple and cheap weapon which does not jam easily. Cybernetics/Gadgets/Accessories: Cybernetic visor - A specially made visor which supplements Joseph' natural vision. It has settings for infrared and nightvision, and allows him to zoom in and mark targets. Can connect to a network to receive tactical information from the team. Adrenaline Booster - An implant that forces the production of adrenaline on activation in order increase the user's reflexes and response time. Things will appear to move in slow motion, allowing Joseph to take in every detail and make microadjustments to his aim. Implanted air supply - Air tank implanted in his lungs to briefly eliminate the need for breathing. Used when consecutive precise shots are needed, to prevent breathing from disrupting his aim. Commercial body armour - Armour rated to help stop bullets and stab wounds. Manufactured with cost in mind, will not hold up to a concentrated assault but may prevent a bullet from putting him out of action in a critical moment. Other: Joseph enjoys jazz music on occassion.

H i s t o r y History Joseph Arnell was born to a fairly poor family typical of San-Washington's lower class districts. Life was poor but simple, and his parents gave him as much love as they could. They encouraged him to go into law enforcement, as it was a better option than working in the slums. As a natural born Y.G he decided to try enrolling in the J.F military. If he could succeed then he would be able to serve his country, and more importantly, he'd have a decent source of income. After extensive training and many tries, he eventually succeeded in entering the JF military. Joseph wore the uniform proudly and slowly made a name for himself as a marksman, but he wanted to see how far he could go. He was young then, naive and proud. He installed cybernetics to enhance his natural abilities, underwent intense training with other soldiers, took more and more dangerous missions. Eventually he built up enough skill and merit to be one of the lucky few to join the J.F special forces. Unfortunately, Joseph found that the J.F.S.F did not agree with him. For starters, as a cybernetically augmented Y.G as opposed to a Y.S.G, he was looked down on by his colleagues who made his life hellish. But bullying and butting heads was nothing new to him. No, what was truly tasteless was the work. He was assigned to be a part of the J.F.S.F Rebellion Response Force, tasked with supressing the many riots that occurred in the mega-city. The more he worked for the force the more grievances he piled up. He had joined the military to help the other people, but the military was using their power to supress them. He had many arguments with his superiors over this. Sometimes their intervention was justified, but to him, most were not. Things came to a head on one particular mission. After supressing another riot, one headed by a Y.S.G, the team he had worked with stood by the Y.S.G's body as they waited for the cleanup crew to arrive. Unfortunately, the Y.S.G was not as dead as they thought. He lashed out from the floor, catching them off guard and badly wounding Joseph' leg. Joseph fell down but he was ignored as the Y.S.G went for more threatening targets. Taking advantage of this, he swiftly took aim with his rifle and fired several rounds into the back of the Y.S.G's head. The injury he received did not heal correctly and would ensure that he couldn't run with the same speed as he used to. The normal procedure at this point was to get cybernetic replacements but he refused. He had enough of the J.F.S.F, and he formally retired. His bosses didn't like him and he didn't want to stay. It was a surprisingly painless cutoff. At the behest of a friend he decided to move to Neo-Tokyo, for a change of pace. His savings would run out without work so, reluctantly, Joseph took up the rifle once more. He made a name for himself as a bounty hunter with incredible accuracy and more jobs came to him. Unfortunately, there was a limit to what he could do alone so he decided to join a team. He needed more support if he wanted to take on larger contracts. When he looked for teams, however, he was surprised to find a familiar face. The One-Eyed Wolf, a figure he thought he would never see again. They had worked together before, in the brief period between when he joined the special forces and when she retired. And after hearing her out he was more than happy to work with her again. Joseph has shot his rifle for over a decade. For money, for his country, for himself. But now, he finally has something worth shooting for.

Shugo Tenshi Samurai (Guardian Angel Samurai) - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

I'm interested too, cause I'm a big weeb. I'll see if I can get a CS up sooner or later. Oh right, are guns used in this setting at all? I'm guessing not but I want to make sure.

P.I.C.S. Presents Paranormal Occurrences

Dylan frowned as Darcy simply went right back to work. Something had affected her, badly, and she had just ignored it and carried on. There was no reasoning with her when she was like this. Opportunities like this were rare and there didn't seem to be any physical wrongness with her, but he still didn't like it.
"If it happens again I'm going to drag you out of here." Dylan muttered as he picked the cameras up.
No choice but to venture further into the abyss... He just had to hope that nothing else would happen to the group today.