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It was quite sunny day, no clouds to be seen in the sky. In a vast plain that was next to a forest, a yellow-eyed crow landed and turned into a black-haired lady. She sighed. ''Why, does the meet-up have to be here?.. Ugh..'' She complained, rolling her eyes and sitting in the grass. Allison took a paper out of her pocket and looking at the names on it. ''So i'm supposed to wait for these 3 people.. Oh, this is going to be long..'' The girl complained, again, sighing and looking at the sky.

Ethan sat beneath the shade of a tree, his eye on the plain. He was not surprised to see the crow land, but he was certainly unsure when it turned into a young woman.

He stood up, his wolf mask covering his face with the exception of his emerald eyes. He walked forward, waving cautiously.

The rustling of leaves signal his arrival, swinging from branch to branch, Rigel arrives at his destination, holding the paper near his face, he hangs from a tree that signals the end of the woods, he was planning to come here as a cat, but he got tired halfway trough running around.
"So this is the place , huh....." He mummbled, twindling the piece of paper in his hands before crumpling it and stuffing it into his pocket.
He starts swinging his body back and forth, increasing his speed so that when he lets go, he lands where he wants to be, 5 more swings later, his hands slip off the branch and he sends himself to the two people that were already there, he lands, the ground beneath his feet shaking a bit from the impact. "Hi" he says, smilling.

Rigel reaches for the paper in his pocket before pulling it out; while he is doing this, his other hand is already safely inside his right pocket.
"I'm here for this uh... Gathering." He says.

((Sorry for late reply, I lost my WiFi for a while man that's a long reply o-0))

Ethan nodded to the man, counting them in his head. Ok, that's three... Where's number four? he wondered as he glanced back towards the forest. It was a strange crew that had assembled so far, a Crow, a Wolf, and a monkey, or so it seemed. He didn't particularly mind though, if they fought anything like he did, he would be glad to have them on his side.

On the edge of the horizon, a tiny glinting speck appeared. As time passed, and the man grew closer, it was clear that the man was anything but small. Almost seven feet of burgeoning man, ironclad in pristine steel armor. The man carried a maul as tall as he, and almost equally massive: The monstrous length of steel must have weighed at least 100 pounds.

He did not speak a word when he finally arrived where the others were located; he stuck his maul in the dirt - crushing-side down - and leaned against, waiting for the others to have their say.

Allison stood up and adjusted her coat. She looked at the paper and looked back up. ''We are 4.. the group is completed.'' She thought. ''Why, hello. I am Allison Karasu and i guess you 'gentlemens' are Rigel Xavier, Valos Iceborn and Ethan Hunter?'' The young woman said, bowing and trying to not show any expressions on her face.

Ethan took a step back and bowed in accordance, before glancing out the corner of his eyes at the others, carefully examining each of their mannerisms and armaments. He himself carried two swords at his waist and two long daggers on his back, which held his quiver and bow in place. His black cloak covered most of him, but his hard leather armor seemed to shine eerily beneath it in the few sources it was visible.

Not used to formalities due to his lifestyle, the tanned boy just stood there,akwardly, saying only "nice to meet you guys, I'm the one named Rigel" as a hello to everyone. Un-sure if this meeting is safe or not,he constantly removes his left hand from his pockets, moving them to the underside of his robes where his daggers and flute are hidden, his other hand which is holding the paper, crumples it again and throws it aside; the hand moves again, making itself rest on top of the gun on his right leg.

"Valos." His tone wasn't angry or formal, just tired - as if he had been walking for an extraordinary long amount of time.
thinking for a moment, he smiled at his companions as warmly as he could manage; The men if the north were cold by nature.

Allison took her paper and continued reading it. ''So we are.. supposed to team up.. against the creatures that run throught the land?'' She asked, as she finished reading. The young woman put the paper away and crossed her arms. ''Since the night is coming, shouldn't we make a camp?'' Allison offered.

"Yeah, I think we should. If you need anything to cut, I've got some daggers." Rigel says, looking at the sky to see if it would rain or not, it looked like it would be clear, so it was fine to camp here, and not in a cold cave.
"But uh..... What are these creatures? That we're supposed to fight? I'm a bit rusty, I haven't fought in about, five months."

Ethan looked between him and Allison, wondering if she was going to answer, but decided that he should probably speak up, since he hadn't yet said a word.

"There is some sort of corruption that is turning living matter into vile, despicable creatures. I encountered several wandering on my way here from the eastern lands, and they possess an unnatural fortitude, as well as an unholy ferocity." He said, recalling his battles with some of the beasts on the way.

"Oh." He mused, scratching his chin in though, "that monster that attacked our ship might've been one of them." He grimaces in annoyance."oh we'll, nothing I can do about the ship now instead of waiting for it to get repaired." He mutters under his breath and sighs.

"So, do any of you know how to cook?" He asks.

''... I do.'' Allison said, quietly, hands behind her back. ''I think we should devide into 2 teams; One team hunts, the other team builds the camp.'' The young woman offered, pointing a place where they could build their little camp.

Ethan raised one hand and unslung his boss with the other, holding it tightly in his first.

"I will hunt." He offered, his skill with a bow was incredibly difficult to match, and he was no stranger to the hunt.

"I can cook as well," Valos muttered, lumbering over towards the campsite. Valos was strong in a battle, but slow on his feet - it was impossible for a man of his size to sprint with any speed for a lengthy period of time.

"I choose to hunt," he says tiredly, "if you want some daggers, you can get some from me." He adds, pulling out one of his weapons from under his robes, it was one of his sharpest knives.
"Don't lose it, or it'll come back to me." He pulls out a piece of cloth from his pockets and raps it around the knife's blade, he hands it out to anyone who wants to take it.