Fantasy Hunters of Vernae

[Light]

Hunter's Organization
Underground Amazon Rainforest
Founded by Zack Kingsley
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Daniella wasn't all too shocked since she's encountered a Vernae before once in her life, a Darkborne. Even if she wasn't shocked, the sight of an underground reality due to a Vernae's influence still amazed her. Two days ago she stumbled across a dying hunter within an alleyway, hastily spewing information towards her, convincing her to become a recruit. The hunter seemed to be loyal to his cause, fulfilling his recruitment responsibility at his own deathbed. A map, information, and his old access badge. Those were three things she received from the man, the information and badge being the most useful. The information she was told seemed to be the must know for all upcoming hunters. She learned about hunter weapons, aura stems, Vernae types, transformations, rifts, and Zack Kingsley. The access badge will simply allow her passage into the cave, seeing that there was a red barrier blocking the entrance. Clearly other new recruits were here as well, people she automatically couldn't trust. She was told about how hunters turn against each other as well for greed, something she could see herself doing.

Daniella was much smaller than all the others here, if they decided to turn against her now, she'd stand no chance. She'd have to use her charm and shy appearance to her advantage. At least one of them would be easily persuaded through physical appeal and would defend her like an idiot. She placed her bets on the big male in the group, Mickey. He looked like quite the simpleton that would do the most for her over a small smile. Then again, the girls in this group may group up along with her with the, girls have to look out for one another mentality. With a scared and shy expression on her face, Daniella made eye contact with the floor while approaching the cave. Her steps barely left the ground and weren't large. It was clear she didn't want to be noticed as she entered the cave. As soon as she hit the barrier, the access badge shattered and she phased right through, continuing her journey inside. There were torches along the wet walls of the cave, the cave that seemed to go deeper underground with every step. A few minutes of walking was all it took for Daniella to reach an open area. It wasn't special, just a large room that had weapons along the wall and an elderly man sitting on the only chair within the room. "Welcome, young hunter. I'll speak with you once a few more of the others come in. Its easier on me this way."

( GingerBread Skaggon WeaselThor ebb Reis Sacrosanctus )

 

[Skaggon]

Irene received her access to the world of Vernae through some unconventional means. She had been scouting a local bar after hearing some rumors of a hunter being one of the regulars. She, of course, had no connections in the town and was not even a resident. She stole food and waited for her chance. When she saw the hunter walking home drunk she used this as her chance to strike. With a large enough rock in her hand, she followed the man into an alley and swung at the back of his head. Naturally, this attempt ended in failure as the hunter had noticed her a while back and was more skilled then she was. Luckily for her, he liked the fighting spirit and determination she had shown and he was just drunk enough not to punish her for her actions. Instead, he decided to tell her all the information she needed. She was given directions and a badge so she could get in. This had been the most useful person she had interacted with and decided that this is was her time to leave. She did not ask for his name. He did not ask for hers. She made a silent promise to come back one day and finish what she had started and add his Vernae to her collection of tools.

As she passed through the barrier she looked at the person who had beaten her there. Now was the moment of truth. Is this person even worth acknowledging? It all depends on the first impression and their first interaction. She had not spoken o anyone outside yet and was not planning on initiating a conversation. She simply stared at the girl looking at the floor. Judging her every action. Especially the fact that she looked like a lost puppy abandoned by her master. She gazed at the weapons, then the person who had spoken, and then back at the girl. She still has yet to blink. Silently waiting for this person to do anything.

 

[Reis]

Hiro beamed in awe at the underground base. This mysterious hunter organization truly was amazing, granting him many new experiences that were previously beyond his imagination. He was first told of it all the way in Japan, right after graduating high school and preparing for college life. Two recruiters in black, formal suits and dark shades approached him in the cafe he worked at. They somehow heard that he was looking for information on the strange entities called "Vernae," and he felt more than happy to hear them out. It was then that he was told of everything related to the Vernae. He was given a map and an access badge, and they even offered him a ride to their base in Brazil. Despite his initial fear of the deal being a major prank, Hiro felt too compelled to discover why his father abandoned him all those years ago. Thus, he packed his bags and flew to the Amazon rainforest.

And he was glad he did. The flight there was classy enough to distract him from the omnipresent threat of dying in a horrible plane crash. This being his first time overseas, Hiro felt like the expensive ride alone was enough to earn bragging rights amongst all his friends. The destination, though, was another story altogether. He never went travelling before, so the scenic environment was both new and amazing to the young man. Passing through the barrier, Hiro felt like he was about to join something important, something big. As he entered the cave, Hiro sensed that a fellow nerd with good tastes was behind the design. Why else would it be such a long, dramatic, cool walk into their own underground cave? If that wasn't nerdy at all, then nothing was.

His awe-struck emotions ended quite suddenly, however, when he looked around the large room to find...weapons. Was he just taken into a torture room or something? Hiro looked around nervously at all the different kinds of weapons, each one looking more painful than the next. He tried not to imagine how much it would hurt getting hit by them, but the more he tried, the worse his mental image of being tortured grew. Feeling slightly dizzy, he focused on the old man sitting on the only chair in the big torture chamber. The only thing taking his mind off the oddity of this situation was his curiosity for what this person would tell them about Vernae.

 

[ebb]

The diner was slammed. Fortunately, the joint closed at 3 and catered to a breakfast crowd. Ducking around a server toting a platter of crumpled napkins shoved in plastic cups, he followed the other line cooks out the side door as they clocked out for the day. Sniffing and wiping the sweat that had accumlated over the last few hours, Ethan joined his slumped coworkers in their smoking circle. Groaning, he sucked in a drag and indulged in the conversation. David, a newer employee, was the center of the conversation.

“I’m telling you- you’ve gotta put your health first. This work is soul sucking. No offense but you can’t let this be your life, y’know?” David complained, slicking back his hair and flipping his hat backwards. Tired of hearing the jobs that fed their families talked down upon, most of his coworkers had filed away before the end of the speech. Spacing out, it wasn’t long before it was Ethan and David alone in the dusty parking lot. Laughing to himself, Ethan stamped out the cigarette. “I hear you. I don’t disagree, but bitching about it isn’t going to do anything but lower morale dude. Do you really think any of us have a choice?” He thought back on his old actions with guilt. Leaving behind his old life was the perfect example of how his impulsiveness only brought him misfortune.
David’s eyes lit up like he’d said something profound. “You do have a choice,” he breathed dramatically, pushing himself up off the parking block. Ethan grimaced. David had seemed a little off from the beginning, like he was ex military or something.

Several hours of convincing and a handful of overpriced plane tickets later, Ethan found himself entering the mouth of the cave. A cool drop in temperature greeted Ethan as he cautiously trode the path, shivering from anticipation and chill. He wasn’t typically an anxious person, but not being skeptical seemed naive. Gripping the access badge that David, who turned out to be a recruiter, had given him- he zipped his jacket up the front. The promise of involvement with an organization that existed outside of normal society tempted his desire for purpose in a way he couldn’t resist.

Finally, he made it to a clearing where a handful of other people waited. He was relieved to note they weren’t all grotesquely buff bodybuilders or anything. There were two girls and a boy occupying the space, all three with dark hair and equally tense vibes. He turned and looked at each in turn, not feeling ashamed if they noticed him eyeballing them. Saying anything under the suffocating atmosphere felt like making small talk at a funeral, so he coughed lightly into his hand to fill the silence. Sliding his bag off his shoulder, he turned his attention to the weapons lining the wall. It seemed like they were hitting the ground running if the organization was ready to expose them to their arsenal, but Ethan felt too far in to waver under the pressure.

 

[Light]

The old man still refused to speak with the group since the remaining members were still a no show. He had one use here and he wouldn’t even go through with it. If she was honest with herself, she feels like she’s learned enough, she might as well take a weapon and go. The only issue with this is the need of Zack Kingsley’s jurisdiction or whatever it was. If she couldn’t obtain a Vernae now and awkward silence was her only companion, she might as well try to differ her enemies from allies while she could. There was a plain looking girl casting her a few looks. With what this girl was wearing, one could say she was looking unbalanced, she’d even say that to her out loud in public if they both had nothing to do with Vernae. The next person, presumably Japanese, was the ultimate case of a beta. She could smell it from a mile away, her hamster held more courage than this guy. The next boy to enter the room looked actually cute. He seemed like he either has the life of a rock star or serious issues. She hoped it wasn’t the second choice.

Daniella took three steps forward, turning around so she could face the group. With a deep bow and a soft but confident voice, she addressed the others. “Hello, my name is Daniella Harding. I’m 21 years old and I apologize for being so silent earlier, I’m not that great with people.” Daniella raises her head and flashes them a small smile, casting her glance to the floor since she found it hard to make eye contact. “You are?” If they all hated her, so be it, she’d at least try to seem like a good person in the eyes of this old man. If anything it would be amazing if she could actually be on his good side. After all, everyone loves a kind-hearted and cute young woman. All men were the same to Daniella.

 

[GingerBread]

After a string of events, which most definitely was not caused by one of Clark's amazing practical jokes. He found himself in an underground base somewhere in Brazil; He had been given a badge and told he'd be a good addition to their 'organisation'. They also gave him some information on their organisation. about what they did and the hunter weapons and all the boring stuff like that. Truthfully, Clark didn't really pay much attention after being told about the hunter weapons, Vernae and the transformations. Already thinking about how cool that stuff sounded, and what he could do with it. So, with not a lot of thought given to the offer, he took it. Then he took a long and quite frankly boring flight to get here.

He started looking around the area in awe as he followed everyone else inside. He stopped staring in awe when he heard the old man say that he'd talk to them when everyone was present. Figuring that some people would take longer taking in the view than other. So deciding that they probably had a bit of free time, Clark decided that now was a good a time as any to socialize and get to know the other people who'd arrived here. Clark walked over to the nerdy looking guy "Hey man. I'm Clark, nice to meet ya" He grinned as stuck his hand out for him to shake.

Reis

 

[Deathpelt]

Well, this was tough. Savva hadn't exactly thought this all to be, you know, real? It started with a simple middle school trip. Why her parents allowed her to leave? She didn't know, but she was here now. The trip was originally meant to be a learning "experience" nothing that big. But in her trip, some of her travel mates had heard the lore of magical creatures, called the Vernae. They had told stories of magical transformations and powers, and weapons beyond belief. Now, while Savva was skeptical, it all seemed pretty good, an escape from this reality if it was real. So of course, she decided to see for herself. According to a half drunk teacher the secret "place" wasn't too far away. Savva followed the instructions, and where she thought there would be nothing, was an almost etherial place.

Now she was standing in the entrance of the grand? Cave? Base? She didn't know what it was! The fact that it was underground (don't ask how she got there, lets just say she's in a real need of a shower) was amazing! She slowly walked in the huge cave opening, feeling its dampness in the air. When she got there, she could see she wasn't alone. In one of the corners was an old man, several others surrounded him. Did they hear about the Vernae too? She suddenly felt very warm about her muddy state, and hoped that no one noticed that she had come in. Once her eyes adjusted to the light difference, she could also tell that there were weapons? On the table? What were they for? She'd probably find out later.

 

[Light]

The old man seemed to be irritated by how long it took certain hunters to join he group, no matter, he thought. The old man would continue on without them and catch them up if they decided to join up later on. He had to get these people hooked, new recruits were needed after all. Just when he thought matters couldn’t get worse, they started to conversate with one another. Now he’d just seem rude if he cut in the middle of their introductions. First there were absent recruits and now he’d start a reputation as a rude old man. Absolutely perfect, he was definitely turning in a resignation letter after this. He was too old for this crap anyways. “Ahem!” He tried to interject in the most polite way he could, the usual way. “I assume you all know enough to be standing before me here. Just before you go ahead and recklessly make a contract with one of these various Vernae.” He gestures to the weapons along the walls. “I’d like to tell you only a few things first.”

“Being a hunter is illegal and risky. You’ll have to watch out for the military, wild Vernae, and other hunters like yourselves. You’ll have to dedicate the rest of your live to this, there’s no such thing as stepping out once you get in. There’s such thing as a happy ending either unless you’re strong enough to face an end that isn’t so grotesque. You will no longer be considered human after this, nor will you be considered a Vernae. You’ll be the bridge between the two. Unless there are any questions, please, take a weapon of your choice.”

 

[ebb]

Waiting in the pallid room, Ethan shifted his weight back and forth to ease the tension in his legs. The setup of the gathering made him apprehensive and his pulse heightened as time passed. It felt like walking home late at night, on guard for any figures waiting to jump him. Half of him was suspicious that some action would occur, the other half was wishing for it to resolve the tension. Finally, the shorter girl stepped forward and politely introduced herself. She looked put together, and had a polished air that either came from a disciplined lifestyle or wealth.
“Hey Daniella,” he responded with a taut smile and nod. “I’m Ethan. I’m 23. I’m great with people, but just not so much with underground fortresses. I’ll work on it though,” he joked lamely. He felt like making an ally now would be memorable and a smart move for down the road. Plus, he didn’t feel too intimidated by her- she’d probably have to be looked out for, if anything. As Ethan made his brisk introduction, others around him did the same, quietly familiarizing.

Like a statue coming to life, the old man finally raised his voice to address the group. Crossing his arms in front of him, Ethan stiffened as he processed the news.
”You will no longer be considered human after this, nor will you be considered a Vernae.”
Blinking, he worked quickly to come to terms. Until now, it felt like something exciting or fun he was trying out of boredom. Like a hobby or a new fling. But now, hearing the weigh and obligation of agreement, his mind flooded with suggestions of turning back. He could leave now- walk out the tunnel and live a normal life. Apologize to his family and loved ones for disregarding them and fall back into his old rhythm

No.

When else would he get this type of opportunity? This was it. This is what he was waiting for.

“I’m ready” he blurted, face burning. “I’ll do it. Yeah- sign me up.” Without looking back at the rest of the group, he strode to the wall of weapons. Now the pinnacle of his worries was making a choice. He’d heard of various types of Vernae and wondered if the outside appearance of the weapon would reflect the being dwelling inside. Under pressure, he’d always relied on his gut for decisions. Fingering over several hefty weapons, he paused at a set of swords stouter than the rest. They were precisely symmetrical, and cruelly shaped. The sheaths light adorned with aerodynamic maroon. Small silver engravings lay on the handle, but they weren’t particularly flashy. Snatching them, he weighed them in his hands. The quality leather straps indicated they could be attached to belt for convenience and speed. They felt light, and as someone who hadn’t trained with heavy weapons, it seemed a reasonable choice. Satisfied, he finally turned back, one in each hand. Pressing his thumbs against the handles for a feeling of stability, he alternated his stare between the old man and his new peers.

Now there was really no going back.

 

[Deathpelt]

Savva was lingering back in the room, observing everyone else. They all seemed like relatively nice people, no one eyed, man hungry pirates. She sat down in the far corner of the room, looking at some of the others mix and mingle with the new "recruits." She had seen a young woman that everyone had particularly been going to, from what she heard, her name was Daniella, and by her clothes, she was probably a real Business woman if not more. She saw another boy, Ethan? She thought that that was probably his name. She didn't want to seem like a stalker, it was so much easier to observe people from afar and learn about them well, 3rd person? Anyways, before she could continue all of thoughts, she was interrupted by the old man, who had sat there.

"No going back." Thats were her mind lingered on his words. Was it really worth it? She would probably never make any new friends, much less continue college. And probably see her parents rarely to non at all. Still she wanted to know what it was like, how it felt to have another mind, or creature inside of her.

The first boy to pick his Vernae was Ethan, the boy. He chose a sword like weapon with little silver wings on them. It was a beautiful weapon she thought, he probably made a good choice. Savva finally decided it was now or never. She slowly stepped closer to the wall, looking at each weapon, all of them beyond amazing, though her gas fell on one of the less attractive one. It was a small dagger, with barbed edges and a greenish handle, dipped with black. The blade itself was silver with little swirls of black and green here and there. She decided that it would be a perfect weapon to carry, and carefully took it off the wall. She admired it for a bit, before taking her place back among her peers.

 

[Skaggon]

Irene had already moved on from observing the group. After the first three words of the pushover, she had grown tired of listening to their unnecessary rambling. Irene was staring at the weapons and as soon as she had been given she went to the ones that appealed to her. They were modern style tomahawks hanging off the same hook on the rack of weapons. She took both in one hand and placed her palm on the blades. Even without the application of pressure, she could feel just how close she was to cut into her hand and to her bone. She dragged her hand on the blade as she was instructed by the hunter before. As soon as her blood came into contact with the blades her mind was transported to a room she had never seen before.

It was a plain white room that made her feel as if she were inside a cube. Standing opposite of her was a massive beast she assumed was her future Vernae. A smile cracked on her face and she admired her future tool. "Hello," she said, "you and I will share a unique relationship." She crossed her arms and stared up at his eyes. "What is your name?" This was her first time ever asking for the name of someone either vernae or human. She was excited but refused to show it to the creature.

 

[GingerBread]

Clark took a moment to think about the whole thing. Being considered a criminal and having the world pretty much against you didn't sound like the best thing. The way the old man was talking made it sound like this was a hopeless thing with no real upsides. Which wasn't exactly the most appealing thing. He figured that there must be some great upside to all of this other than the Vernae. The more that Clark considered all of these things, the more he was drawn to the conclusion that this was some sort of first test. To make sure that they wouldn't just bail at the first sign of trouble. He figured a secretive organisation would have more rigorous standards for the people invited to join. So far everyone seemed.. mild, aside from one or two people maybe. Not even he himself was particularly anything impressive to behold.

He tore his gaze away from the mass amounts of weapons and instead looked around at everyone else in their little 'group'. There was the nerdy looking guy who he tried to speak with before the old man decided there were enough of them to tell them about all this stuff, then there was the shy nice girl who introduced herself as Daniella, who from her body language didn't seem like she'd have a great time in high risk and apparently illegal situations. And then to top it all off there was a child among them, and that was just a few of the people there. The only one that seemed to be able to deal with all of this well so far, was the frankly good looking guy who he'd heard introduce himself as Ethan; He was the first of them all to choose a weapon, seemingly taking all of the discouraging information from the old man in his stride.

As Clark's eyes settled back on the weapons, he decided this must be some sort of initiation test to make sure they wouldn't duck out at the slightest hint of danger. Not being one to want to fail on the first test, Clark walked over to the weapons, eyes scanning over them for a second before they settled on one he liked the look of. The weapon he picked up looked like the love-child of brass knuckles and knives. Three long looking blades protruded out of the top of the brass knuckles. It came with a small pouch, which he assumed was to store it while it wasn't in use, since he doubted it'd be safe to just shove down his pockets. Clark turned around to face the group as he started to don the weapon. He clenched his fist and raised it up in front of his face and in a poor attempt at an Australian accent, he said "Hey bub"

ebb Skaggon Light Deathpelt Reis WeaselThor Sacrosanctus

 

[Reis]

Hiro jumped alittle at someone's approach. The man seemed to be around his age, and his welcoming grin made him seem like a potential ally in a room full of strangers. Hiro spent a moment staring in relief before finally introducing himself. "H-hello, I'm Hiro." He shook Clark's hand. "It's nice to me--" Before he could finish, the solemn old man on a chair filled the group in on what it means to be a hunter. He realized that the weapons all over the room weren't used for torturing people, but were actually the Vernae they would contract with. For a moment, Hiro felt slightly relieved and his confidence in the organization was mostly restored. The fact that these hunters could all potentially use these weapons against him was still in the back of his head, but it was helpful assuming that many of these weapons would protect others, too.

His relief abruptly ended, however, when the old man explained why they should all probably turn back. Illegal--risky--there's no going back--no longer considered human?! Hiro felt all kinds of doubt with every word the man spoke. Something about being no longer considered human seemed like something he should definitely not be a part of, especially if it was happening through an apparently illegal organization. Hiro hesitated for a moment, but then saw people start moving towards the weapons. Seeing others eagerly take up this opportunity brought a new sense of bravery within him. Now that he thought about it, he knew that this journey would be risky. Stories of how dangerous Vernae could be was one of the easiest sources to find on the subject. Why would he turn back now after all the research he put into discovering the secrets behind these amazing creatures?

As he stepped towards the weapons, Hiro thought about the Vernae he saw back then. Its angelic wings and beautiful, restorative aura was something he wanted to see once more. He ignored how menacing, heavy, and savage some of the weapons seemed. All he knew was that he wanted a Vernae that would protect others, just like his dad did with him. Soon, a feeling in his gut urged him to reach forward, and Hiro found himself grasping a spear. It seemed like it was made entirely of gold, yet it was also extremely light and well-balanced in his hands. Yes...this is it...

Hiro stopped staring into the shimmering blade and realized what he was doing. Did he really just choose a spear as his weapon? It wasn't like he knew how to use it. But then again, he didn't really know how to use any of these weapons, so he figured it wouldn't be too bad. The spear felt right in his hands, as if it were the most perfectly balanced thing he'd ever seen. Hiro felt like with this, he could truly bring peace to a world filled with chaos and tribulations.

 

[Light]

Daniella watched as the other recruits began choosing their weapons, only one of them actually beginning their contract settlement. The girl didn't hesitate for a second to shed blood upon the tomahawks. Daniella felt pressured to keep up with her but impressed at the same time. Whoever this girl was, they were similar in some sense. They wouldn't turn back now because of some small scare told by an old man who probably wouldn't live to see the next day. Daniella already had her eyes on a specific weapon since the moment she arrived, luckily nobody made a run for it. Calmly striding over, Daniella grasped the weapon by it's staff with shaky hands. She had to keep up the appearance of a shy woman of course. It was even more dangerous up close but it wasn't as heavy as it looked. With a push of a button on the staff, the weapon roared to life. The sound was loud, ravenous, and echoed off the cave walls. The weapon Daniella held within her hands and began to curiously swing and spin around, was a scythe-chainsaw.


With slight hesitancy, Daniella reached for the rotating blades, allowing her palm to be savagely torn open. Instantaneously she was mentally abducted to a white room. Her physical body was frozen still but the scythe hummed to a stop. Before her stood an interesting Vernae, gazing at her with equal curiosity. "No need for introductions, you probably know my name already by now. You are in my soul now after-all, that is if that hunter's information was correct. Sorry, I should say, our soul. Lets cut to the chase, I want your power. I demand the ability to transform, constant advice whenever it's useful, regeneration, the ability to see aura stems, safety in the world of Vernae, and your...companionship. Lastly...I'd like the ability to change or add any rule or condition I've made within this contract through another debate. To be honest though, right now I'd like to be the first to have a Vernae...it's advantageous to have a gun while others only have rocks. To ensure this, I'll allow you to take over whenever you see fit. We'll split our bodies and soul 50-50. There will be no limit as to how long you can pilot our bodies either. I don't interfere with your plans and you refrain from doing the same. Disagree with me even once and that portion of the deal is off. Do we have a contract?"

Axlethia, for once in it's life ended up completely shocked. Not only did she want power first to hold above the others within the cave, she was willing to give up her freedom to do it. Having the ability to take control of their hunter, the wish most all Vernae have but never achieve. All of a sudden, this human allowed Axlethia to enter her soul and simply bargained it away. Axlethia saw no reason to refuse, she would be free, or at least close to freedom. They both seemed to desire the same thing, power. "I agree to these terms. I hope you do know what you've gotten yourself into. This goes beyond becoming a bridge between, you've given up control of your soul, for power. I understand your hunger for i-." That's when the contract was complete. Axlethia had accessed all of Daniella's thoughts and memories, they had partially become one. "No...I was wrong. You don't want power, what you want is far more dangerous...far greater than power. What an interesting person you are...Sooyoung. Why go through such lengths for this, I'm sure overtime there would be another way to come about your goal?"

Daniella could only smile at the mention of her true name, hiding who she truly was around Axlethia was useless now. They had both learned about one another completely within an instant. "What can I say? I'm experienced with making deals that can't be refused and giving up whatever humanity I have left in myself to get what I want. Even if it comes to the loss of a human life, surprisingly it was my own this time. Now...it seems like we have other people within the room to tend to. Since I'm a bit inexperienced, I'd like for you to take over."

Axlethia knew one thing about Daniella, it was that no other life form could trust her. No other life form could trust them. From now until they reach their freshly mutual goal, they'd be allies to only one another and enemies of both worlds. "Gladly. I'd prioritize stealing the other weapons within the room first though. I have just the ability to get away with it as well."





For others watching, both Daniella's body and the hunter weapon burst into flame. Within a human body, these flames weren't an easy passage of birth, it was extremely painful. Axlethia dropped to the floor, screaming and writhing in pain as their body burned away. The old man's eyes went wide, an unexpected transformation within an enclosed space wasn't good. He wasn't sure what size this Vernae could be or if this was a hostile transformation. Worst case scenario was that this girl lost control of herself in the contract and the Vernae had taken over an innocent life. "I think she's failed to outdo the Vernae! It's too late for you all to complete your contracts in here, she's already transforming and you haven't even started yet." The old man was referring to everyone but Irene, who was in the middle of forming a contract as they spoke. If anything Irene would be second to transform as potential aid or another threat. "The rest of you need to leave this cave now! The old man began to raise himself up from his seat, putting his old bones to use. That was until he tripped over a rock and completely rolled his ankle. "Just go, I can handle myself!" The old man began to burn up, undergoing his own painless transformation. His experience was showing due to how easy his transformation seemed. Even then it was far too late. By now 10 seconds had passed and Axlethia was flying in place before the group. Without warning, golden light spilled forth from the crown on it's head. How long it lasted was hard to tell but by the time it was over, no one had been harmed. All weapons within the cave were left alone, not a single piece had been stolen. The only thing missing was Axlethia and the previously still body of Irene. It was now clear that Axlethia had a change of plan from stealing the weapons to taking Irene and leaving the cave. The old man halted his transformation, absolutely shocked by the turn of events. "Even I don't understand this. You four have a choice now." The old man was still on the floor, his ankle was slowly going through the process of healing. "Complete your contracts now and give chase or complete your contracts and be on your way in the world. No matter actually...by the time you're finished they'll be long gone. This is what it means to be a hunter anyways, she'll be killed soon if I know Vernae, which I do."

Axlethia had left the underground base behind, flying with Irene in her arms. It would land the moment Irene was finished with her contract but until then, they had to gain distance from the organization. Within the soul of Irene, Wiltrunt decided to keep his piece brief, he didn't want to make friends. He needed to find a way to make this contract favor himself over this girl. "My name is Wiltrunt. State your conditions and I will give you mine." ( Skaggon Is okay with the abduction. Reis GingerBread will probably complain over PM. Deathpelt ebb )

 

[Skaggon]

Daniella watched as the other recruits began choosing their weapons, only one of them actually beginning their contract settlement. The girl didn't hesitate for a second to shed blood upon the tomahawks. Daniella felt pressured to keep up with her but impressed at the same time. Whoever this girl was, they were similar in some sense. They wouldn't turn back now because of some small scare told by an old man who probably wouldn't live to see the next day. Daniella already had her eyes on a specific weapon since the moment she arrived, luckily nobody made a run for it. Calmly striding over, Daniella grasped the weapon by it's staff with shaky hands. She had to keep up the appearance of a shy woman of course. It was even more dangerous up close but it wasn't as heavy as it looked. With a push of a button on the staff, the weapon roared to life. The sound was loud, ravenous, and echoed off the cave walls. The weapon Daniella held within her hands and began to curiously swing and spin around, was a scythe-chainsaw.
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With slight hesitancy, Daniella reached for the rotating blades, allowing her palm to be savagely torn open. Instantaneously she was mentally abducted to a white room. Her physical body was frozen still but the scythe hummed to a stop. Before her stood an interesting Vernae, gazing at her with equal curiosity. "No need for introductions, you probably know my name already by now. You are in my soul now after-all, that is if that hunter's information was correct. Sorry, I should say, our soul. Lets cut to the chase, I want your power. I demand the ability to transform, constant advice whenever it's useful, regeneration, the ability to see aura stems, safety in the world of Vernae, and your...companionship. Lastly...I'd like the ability to change or add any rule or condition I've made within this contract through another debate. To be honest though, right now I'd like to be the first to have a Vernae...it's advantageous to have a gun while others only have rocks. To ensure this, I'll allow you to take over whenever you see fit. We'll split our bodies and soul 50-50. There will be no limit as to how long you can pilot our bodies either. I don't interfere with your plans and you refrain from doing the same. Disagree with me even once and that portion of the deal is off. Do we have a contract?"

Axlethia, for once in it's life ended up completely shocked. Not only did she want power first to hold above the others within the cave, she was willing to give up her freedom to do it. Having the ability to take control of their hunter, the wish most all Vernae have but never achieve. All of a sudden, this human allowed Axlethia to enter her soul and simply bargained it away. Axlethia saw no reason to refuse, she would be free, or at least close to freedom. They both seemed to desire the same thing, power. "I agree to these terms. I hope you do know what you've gotten yourself into. This goes beyond becoming a bridge between, you've given up control of your soul, for power. I understand your hunger for i-." That's when the contract was complete. Axlethia had accessed all of Daniella's thoughts and memories, they had partially become one. "No...I was wrong. You don't want power, what you want is far more dangerous...far greater than power. What an interesting person you are...Sooyoung. Why go through such lengths for this, I'm sure overtime there would be another way to come about your goal?"

Daniella could only smile at the mention of her true name, hiding who she truly was around Axlethia was useless now. They had both learned about one another completely within an instant. "What can I say? I'm experienced with making deals that can't be refused and giving up whatever humanity I have left in myself to get what I want. Even if it comes to the loss of a human life, surprisingly it was my own this time. Now...it seems like we have other people within the room to tend to. Since I'm a bit inexperienced, I'd like for you to take over."

Axlethia knew one thing about Daniella, it was that no other life form could trust her. No other life form could trust them. From now until they reach their freshly mutual goal, they'd be allies to only one another and enemies of both worlds. "Gladly. I'd prioritize stealing the other weapons within the room first though. I have just the ability to get away with it as well."





For others watching, both Daniella's body and the hunter weapon burst into flame. Within a human body, these flames weren't an easy passage of birth, it was extremely painful. Axlethia dropped to the floor, screaming and writhing in pain as their body burned away. The old man's eyes went wide, an unexpected transformation within an enclosed space wasn't good. He wasn't sure what size this Vernae could be or if this was a hostile transformation. Worst case scenario was that this girl lost control of herself in the contract and the Vernae had taken over an innocent life. "I think she's failed to outdo the Vernae! It's too late for you all to complete your contracts in here, she's already transforming and you haven't even started yet." The old man was referring to everyone but Irene, who was in the middle of forming a contract as they spoke. If anything Irene would be second to transform as potential aid or another threat. "The rest of you need to leave this cave now! The old man began to raise himself up from his seat, putting his old bones to use. That was until he tripped over a rock and completely rolled his ankle. "Just go, I can handle myself!" The old man began to burn up, undergoing his own painless transformation. His experience was showing due to how easy his transformation seemed. Even then it was far too late. By now 10 seconds had passed and Axlethia was flying in place before the group. Without warning, golden light spilled forth from the crown on it's head. How long it lasted was hard to tell but by the time it was over, no one had been harmed. All weapons within the cave were left alone, not a single piece had been stolen. The only thing missing was Axlethia and the previously still body of Irene. It was now clear that Axlethia had a change of plan from stealing the weapons to taking Irene and leaving the cave. The old man halted his transformation, absolutely shocked by the turn of events. "Even I don't understand this. You four have a choice now." The old man was still on the floor, his ankle was slowly going through the process of healing. "Complete your contracts now and give chase or complete your contracts and be on your way in the world. No matter actually...by the time you're finished they'll be long gone. This is what it means to be a hunter anyways, she'll be killed soon if I know Vernae, which I do."

Axlethia had left the underground base behind, flying with Irene in her arms. It would land the moment Irene was finished with her contract but until then, they had to gain distance from the organization. Within the soul of Irene, Wiltrunt decided to keep his piece brief, he didn't want to make friends. He needed to find a way to make this contract favor himself over this girl. "My name is Wiltrunt. State your conditions and I will give you mine." ( Skaggon Is okay with the abduction. Reis GingerBread will probably complain over PM. Deathpelt ebb )

Irene laughed at Wiltrunt. "Look. The only conditions will be my conditions. You will be my tool. I will grow more powerful. You are the first and definitely not the last. If you help me reach my goal you will slowly be allowed more freedom. I will have full control of every asset you have available be in power, regeneration, information, the whole nine yards. There will be no negotiation. We can stand here until my physical body gives out or you can except this and be in what little good graces I currently have for you. At this point, I remember your name but that's all you will get from me. I will sit here in silence until you decide to give me my demands and when my goals are achieved life will be better for you." She has yet to blink. She refuses to look away. She is determined to make Wiltrunt her bitch.

Death did not scare her. She was going to gain more power, learn more information, and continue her life on the top of the food chain. If this vernae was afraid of death he would crack. If not this would be both of their deaths. Her first step will not be in the wrong direction and until she kills the man who disgraced her she will travel her path.

 

[Love of Cyanide]

It was a rainy day.

The sun was up yet the clouds covered it that day when Miguel hit on a woman with a limp. One day since he spoke with her at a small cafe he loved and hit it off fairly well. Fourteen hours since he beat up some thugs trying to get into said woman's pants. And it only seemed like a moment passed since he found her with a missing limb yet had no blood leaking out just an hour after that, in which she told him about things far beyond him. Then she disappeared, leaving nothing but directions and some sort of badge. While he wasn't one to listen to superstitious things, this, he felt, could possibly be real.

Thus, this was how he found himself in some sort of underground base straight out of a James Bond movie. Running a hand through his black hair Miguel gave a false smirk as he looked around. The crowd was... a group of misfits to say the least. A child, a handful of what seemed to be students, and one... rather curvy woman. Oh yes, and the others, but they all seemed so generic he didn't really bother separating them into different groups in his head. As the old man shouted he glanced at the weapons which he gestured towards, frankly not caring about what he was saying. One after another they were grabbed before Miguel deigned to finally choose one; a crow-headed cane of some sort. Stylish perhaps. Then he found others being enveloped in flames as they yelled in pain.

Suddenly he didn't feel very safe. Instead of letting go of the cane he clenched down on it, allowing the blade to slide out as he debated whether to run or hide, only wincing and pulling his finger away from the blade after feeling the wetness drip down his skin. At least, until he blinked and found himself in a vast white expanse. The only thing standing out being a large imposing figure, a Vernae.

 

[Skaggon]

Mason was late waking up that morning. His phone was dead and he was in desperate need of a shower and a shave. Yesterday had been stressful but he convinced a hunter to give him what he needs to become a hunter. He had the needed info and the required items. After half an hour of preperation, he was ready to head out to his destination. The flight was long and boring. He was jet lagged but hyped to reach the cave. He saw the opening and cursed himself for being late.

He walked in just in time to see a girl put he hand on what he could only describe as a chainsaw scythe. Admittedly he saw the weapon as cool and terrifying. That was until he saw the burning and screaming. He heard the old man's warning but it was to late. After the flash her patted down bus body to see if he was ok and luckily he was. He blink out the white spots from under his eye lids and walked up to the weapons. The one he saw was perfect for him and stood out in a way that was different that the psycho chainsaw scythe. He picked up a Spartan style shield, took out his pocket knife, and slashed his hand. Staring at the blood pulsing from his palm he wiped his hand down the front of the shield. He hoped his power could be used to help the person that was taken. If not he would find another place to be useful.

His first encounter with the vernae shocked him. Not only was he in a massive white room, he was also struggling to grasp just how massive this creature was. "Umm hello I am Mason. I hope you hear me. I hope to gain your power to protect people. I want to be strong enough to help my allies. I chose the shield as my weapon because that is what I want us to be. What are your terms?" All he could do was hope his words reached the massive Vernae. He fault awkward staring up at him and speaking but if he doesn't then he would be royally screwed.
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[GingerBread]

Clark noticed out of the corner of his eye, the shy girl savagely ripping open her hand with some sort of chainsaw Scythe. He turned to face her and stared in shock at what she just did to herself. Once he'd recovered from the shock, he started to move closer to.. help her. He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to do that. But that didn't matter because in the instant that he took a step towards her, she burst into flames. Instead of taking the old man's advice and booking it out of the cave, Clark just stood there, eyes wide staring as a shocked expression enveloped his face. He seemed to be frozen in place. His weapon still clutched in front of his face, his knuckles going white. Luckily for Clark, in a flash of golden light the danger left as quickly as it had appeared. With the Danger gone, Clark's legs seemed to once again listen to what he wanted them do; He slowly walked backwards until he hit the cave wall, which he slid down and sat against.

Nervously chuckling Clark looked around at the remaining members of the group. "Well that was.. Enlightening" He let his arms go drop down to his sides, though carefully as to not cut himself and have.. whatever just happened, happen to him. "So... That looked fun. I guess we all have that to look forwards to" Clark sighed and ran his non-weaponed hand through his hair. "Anyone having second thoughts?" Clark figured that it was probably too late to have second thoughts, he was already here and if that girl came back.. or rather the Vernae that seemed to take over her, he probably wouldn't be all too safe. And even if he was, surely it would be better to take the Vernae and the power, than not. Clark exhaled heavily as he looked around at everyone "Cause I'm definitely not.. having second thoughts. nope. Not this guy" He held his hands up in front of of him and with his free hand reached over to the blades of the weapon 'Well, in for a penny, in for a pound' Clark too his index finger and pressed it into the end of one of the blades, just enough to cause him to bleed, but not enough to do any major damage to himself like Daniella.

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[ebb]

The scene had escalated tremendously in the moments following his choice of Vernae. The bitter scent of burning hair and flesh now clogged his throat, and he froze momentarily, captivated by the flames engulfing Daniella. Despite the hours spent gathering what he could about Vernae and Zack Kingsley, he lacked the insight of those raised in the community. During his twelve hour flight from southern California, he’d had the opportunity to weight a worst case scenario against a best case scenario. This was the worst case. The moment spent in surprise was short lived, and he stumbled back instinctively.

"Just go, I can handle myself!"

He didn’t need to be told twice. Breath held in preparation for a sprint out the corridor, he was delayed by Daniella’s sudden and absolute disappearance. One moment she was an inferno of excessive heat, and the next moment the spot where she stood was cold and silent. Reeling, he felt numb and panicked, like the room was expanding around him.

"Anyone having second thoughts?"

Yes. Hell yes I am. He agreed silently. “No, I can’t say that looked fun.” He muttered darkly, his humor evaporated by the ongoing events. Ethan had witnesses small injuries- skating accidents, broken bones, that kind of thing. But if he’d just watched a girl meet her oncoming death, he knew that would stick to his memory forever. Still feeling disturbed, he was encouraged only by the other occupants of the room who initiated their contracts without a hitch. Their bodies were frozen stiffly about the room before the heat consumed them. Clenching his jaw, he made the choice to initiate the contract without realizing it, moving with a sudden jarring motion. Pulling his elbow behind his head to accommodate the length of the sword, he steadily sliced his palm, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead.
It took a moment for the blood to seep, but when it did, it pooled out hotly. He let it dribble onto the length of the sword, where it gathered at the tip before dripping to the floor. Humid energy flooded his vision and he gasped in pain as hot light consumed him. Too in agony to cry out, his distress was relieved only by his consciousness leaving his body. Blinking into a crystalline white space, he squinted at the small creature standing a few feet before him. It was tiny, in comparison to what he was expecting, and animal-like in nature. He felt like laughing, but something about the energy of the being made it die in his throat. Squatting down to get closer, he stared into its unproportionally intense eyes, wondering if it was still capable of human speech despite the animal form.

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[Deathpelt]

Savva looked at the blade she had gotten. She had seen a girl burst into flame, and yet another one get carried off by a winged, almost angle like creature. No matter, no matter... Once again, she questioned, does she really want to do this? And once again she found herself answering yes. Yet she didn't want to hurt anyone, and felt a need to get out of the room. She quickly tip toed out of the room, into the main hall, where hopefully no one was using at the moment. There in the sullen shadows Savva took out the green blade and gently made an almost painting like curve in her skin. Soon she was dizzy, and all the light faded.

However, a few seconds later everything came back into context, and she was in a light? like room. She didn't know how she ended up there, but soon everything rushed back into her. The room seemed light, but still shadowy. it was eerie but not creepy and everything looked weird but beautiful. Soon in front of her materialized a giant dragon? Was this her Vernae? "Um hello!" She tried, the dragon looked oddly wise and calm, and she felt oddly happy with it. "I guess I'll be with you from now on! My contract agreement is pretty simple, you help me and I help you." She paused for a second to make sure the majestic creature was listening, then continued. "We each get some control of each other's body, and we can disagree on things, but ultimately we have to respect each other, and make sure everyone gets part of what they want." She continued to stare at the great beast.

 

[Light]

Wiltrunt

This seemed to throw the Darkborne off completely, what this human wanted from him was simply madness. The great Wiltrunt bow down to the likes of some filthy human, he'd never felt so humiliated-so disgusted. The simple sight of this things face send him into an internal fury. He wanted to bash her head in rip her in half, his pride was riding on it. Even if he was to do that, this wasn't her physical body. It wouldn't do him any good to kill her, he'd just end up losing an opportunity to rise up in the ranks. He'd have to deceive her! He'd do exactly that and make sure to ditch this mortal body behind if it was possible. Suddenly all his rage left him, an idea sprung within his head. He could use this human's ego against her. Wiltrunt leans in extremely close towards her face. "I've met countless humans and have partnered up with complete idiots before. You my dear are by far the dumbest. Don't you understand? I have all the power here, I will make the demands and you will agree with them or simply die. In the end, I'll profit and you will obtain nothing."

Wiltrunt removes his face from hers, towering over her instead while slowly walking forward. "For someone who believes they deserve so much power you lack actual intelligence to put any of it to use. You don't walk into a place where you hold no weight or power and make demands. You bargain for it, since I decide based off of my personal mercy for you. Let me inform you of one thing, girl. Mercy is something I lack and it's another thing you will be in need of. How about I make this offer to you instead. Come up with another bargain more favorable to me or we can both sit here and stare at one another until your physical body dies. I win if you make a deal and I win if you die because I won't have to follow the orders of some fool who thought she was worth more than a stone in this world. By the way, what was your name again? It's hard to recognize the title of those below me." ( Skaggon )

 

[Light]

Vutcio

Vutcio could only gaze at the human currently standing before it. He was...peculiar within the eyes of the hybrid. Being an extremely curious entity that felt obligated to investigate everything that wasn't under the sun, Vutcio made a slow and gradual approach. With a tilted head and dark gas flowing off of it's body, Vutcio took three steps and extended it's hand. Before making contact with the face of Miguel, Vuctio suddenly fell into the human's shadow, feeling comfortably at home there. Miguel could suddenly feel icy hands sliding down his face and neck. Normally Vutcio wouldn't be able to do this but since they were within a shared soul, physical contact or at least the feeling of it, wasn't impossible. Suddenly Vutcio was behind Miguel and had no problem gripping the poor man's head. The Vernae immediately whipped Miguel's head around so that his upper body was turned to face the tall Vernae.

Their beak didn't move an inch but a raspy voice came out as a whisper from a megaphone. "Purpose, state it. I am interested in you, briefly. Hesitate, not once. I am eager, I wont wait." Vutcio was an odd Vernae in both actions and words, having no issue with acting out of the norm. Vutcio smothered its face against Miguel completely, their eyes only a centimeter apart. Of course the beak was facing downwards now. "I anticipate, answer." Vutcio's body was ice cold and its grip seemed to be unbreakable. The conversation would have to be held from this distance, it seemed. ( Love of Cyanide )

 

[Skaggon]

Wiltrunt

This seemed to throw the Darkborne off completely, what this human wanted from him was simply madness. The great Wiltrunt bow down to the likes of some filthy human, he'd never felt so humiliated-so disgusted. The simple sight of this things face send him into an internal fury. He wanted to bash her head in rip her in half, his pride was riding on it. Even if he was to do that, this wasn't her physical body. It wouldn't do him any good to kill her, he'd just end up losing an opportunity to rise up in the ranks. He'd have to deceive her! He'd do exactly that and make sure to ditch this mortal body behind if it was possible. Suddenly all his rage left him, an idea sprung within his head. He could use this human's ego against her. Wiltrunt leans in extremely close towards her face. "I've met countless humans and have partnered up with complete idiots before. You my dear are by far the dumbest. Don't you understand? I have all the power here, I will make the demands and you will agree with them or simply die. In the end, I'll profit and you will obtain nothing."

Wiltrunt removes his face from hers, towering over her instead while slowly walking forward. "For someone who believes they deserve so much power you lack actual intelligence to put any of it to use. You don't walk into a place where you hold no weight or power and make demands. You bargain for it, since I decide based off of my personal mercy for you. Let me inform you of one thing, girl. Mercy is something I lack and it's another thing you will be in need of. How about I make this offer to you instead. Come up with another bargain more favorable to me or we can both sit here and stare at one another until your physical body dies. I win if you make a deal and I win if you die because I won't have to follow the orders of some fool who thought she was worth more than a stone in this world. By the way, what was your name again? It's hard to recognize the title of those below me." ( Skaggon )

Irene stared at the grotesque beast. Maybe he heard her wrong. Maybe he did not believe her. She was even as kind as to refer to it with its name. He was just a parasite looking for a weak host and she was not that host. She almost laughed at this poor creature. "If you had any prior hosts then why are you not currently with them? Does the regeneration not refresh all cells? Are you such a poor excuse for a vernae you do not provide proper regeneration or are you all flawed? I found you as a pair of tomahawks on a wall. If I die you will either die with me or return to that sorry state until the next host appears. Either way, neither of us get what we want." She grew agitated. First, the hunter and now the wet dream of a middle schooler with daddy issues was trying her. "If you were such a strong and independent being you would not have offered a negotiation in the first place. Would it not be smarter to just wait for me to die and get what you want? Are you stupid or do the vernae require the host that chose them? I will say this again. You will be my tool. You will bring me power. When I am satisfied your life will become better. These are and will be the only terms. Unless if you want to become the proudest pair of outdated metal scrap on the wall." She was going to win or die. For her backing, down would be worse than death.

 

[Reis]

Hiro once again jumped, this time at a horrific sound. When he turned to the source of the noise, he saw a woman holding a scythe-shaped chainsaw. He watched silently as the shy-looking woman brought her hand closer to the rotating blades, spinning with a ravenous hunger for her flesh. When at last her palm touched the turbulent blades, it exploded in a pile of gory blood. Hiro covered his mouth and felled to the floor, stifling a moan as the woman and her weapon erupted in flames. Cold sweat enveloped his body as he watched her role around on the floor, screaming and writhing from the pain. No sooner did she disappear, taking someone else with her faster than his eyes could see.

Hiro felt queasy when looking at the woman's blood. He closed his eyes and turned away, but the sight refused to leave his head. After trembling on the floor, he almost yelped at the cold spear in his hands. The recalled feeling of his parents' blood, slowly pooling out and mixing with his own, brought despair throughout his body. He held his eyes closed and hoped for relief until he heard the old man's voice once more. "You four have a choice now. Complete your contracts now and give chase or complete your contracts and be on your way in the world. No matter actually...by the time you're finished they'll be long gone. This is what it means to be a hunter anyways, she'll be killed soon if I know Vernae, which I do."

He slowly opened his eyes. That girl was gonna be killed...but this room was filled with hunters. If he sat around doing nothing while that girl was coldly murdered, he was just as bad as the one killing her. There was no way he could sit down and wait for such a horrible fate. The old man made things sound hopeless, but if they worked together with each other and their Vernae, there was no doubt that they would find a way to rescue her. So he slowly stood up on wobbling knees, leaning on the spear for support. He felt shivers as he stared up at the cold blade, its lack of warmth reminding him of the day his parents died. But that memory also brought excitement. Hiro remembered that angelic Vernae, how warm its healing light felt when it finally touched his skin. Hiro wanted to create miracles just like his father did, fully healing him even as he was on the brink of death.

With a comfortable thought in mind and a growing hope in his heart, Hiro slowly put his hand on the spear's blade. Its touch still reminded him of that day, but he grit his teeth and forced the image of his blood back. He shut his eyes and slowly pushed down on the weapon, pressing harder and harder, until finally, the blade pierced his skin enough to let out blood.

Suddenly, Hiro found himself in a white room. He took a moment to open his eyes and slowly looked around. It wasn't long before his eyes landed on a towering figure. Standing at about 9 feet tall, the Vernae loomed over him as he stared in awe. He even forgot about the pain in his hand as he looked at the creature's head. So this...is a Vernae... Hiro stared in awe for a good several seconds before he realized that what he was doing was weird. "Umm--I--" He jerked up and did a Japanese bow to the Vernae, hoping he didn't anger it by being rude. "My name is Hiro Yasumi! I look forward to working with you!"

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[Light]

Serviath

The giant Lightborne didn't find it hard to hear the human, especially since no words could be lost within this room. It was their combined soul after all but he doubted that this human would understand this. It was a slow process but Serviath managed to bend over and extend his hand for Mason to stand on. Serviath clearly wanted to bring the human up to his level so he'd feel more comfortable. "I am Serviath, your future partner. I am pleased to meet someone such as yourself. I accept your terms with one condition of my own. I wish to see a world at peace. At least for one day, that is my condition. I will fight with you to achieve this dream and protect those in need alongside you. Is there anything else you'd like to say to me?" ( Skaggon )

Wiltrunt

Wiltrunt wasn't obligated to respond to this human, she failed to say anything of use or anything within his interests. Wiltrunt backed away from Irene and simply stared at her. This would be a waiting game until the moment she died it seemed. He'd be returned to the shelves and eventually another hunter would come around. This cycle would continue to repeat itself and Wiltrunt had no issue with it. He did wonder though, of all the other Vernae in the room, which were chosen as well? "Tell me human, how many were with you?" ( Skaggon )