John stood and watched everyone, he would do his after his group had finished.

"'Allo, welcome to tha' registration office, my name's Helga." Came the voice of the porkish woman across from Travis, who was exorcising the chair she sat in from the sound it was making when she moved in it. "Fill out tha' form." She slapped a form on the counter in front of her, sliding it under the small opening of the glass which sparked a bit as the paper crossed through. An ink well and quill were on the left side of the counter for each of the 4 counters. The form contained basic information, for the most part. Name, age, gender, a basic description of your appearance, a bit about yourself, what things you came in with, that sort of thing. At the top of the page the form was labeled a "Character sheet" for some reason.

"Hello, I'm Boston, which one of you will be filling out the form today?" The older man asked Thomas and Taylor.

"Hello sir, my name is Reigna, are you here to fill out a form?" The young woman across from Dante asked.

"Oh boy..." Travis muttered quietly under his breath, before turning his attention to the sheet. He picked up the quill and scratched his chin, tapping the tip of the quill against the top corner of the paper whilst he thought. After a delay, he slowly started to fill in the sheet.

Name: travis mcshaw
Age: 23
Gender: male
Appearance: black hair hayzel eyes. average height for a man. small grazes on face (fear not!) goggles. rugged green traveling clothes with red cloak. all round handsome bastard. 
Declared items: sword
                          9mm pistol
                          several 9mm magazines for pistol
                          combat knife
                          NV/heat goggles
                          2 frag grenades
                          lighter
                          cigarettes
                          flask
Natural abilities/powers: fast advanced self healing. 
Former residence/occupation(s): small town called Irridel. former town hunter and security consultant. seasoned in both fields. 
About you: son of two scientists (now deceased). your go to for hunting or general enforcement needs. talented DIY. i have learned to create simple to advanced improvised devices. may sometimes take reduced pay in exchange for drink of equal value. vaccinated against corruption. looking for a better quality of living and willing to work for keep. not afraid to get my hands dirty. 


"Uh, like this?" He asked, sitting back and pushing the sheet forwards slightly.

Helga pulled the sheet back to her, and looked over it. "Answerin' my own question 'bout vaccinations already." She mumbled. "Good at fightin', huh? Wanna hunt a corrupted f'er y'ur card?" She asked, not even asking if he wanted a card. No one ever said no, probably.

"Alright, well, fill out one for each one of you, if you don't mind." Boston replied as he took two identical sheets to what Travis had, and pushed them through the opening under the glass. "An ink well is to your left. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"Great!" Reigna seemed to take Dante's emotions as a compliment at least, but didn't comment on them. Very professional, it seemed. "Then please fill out this form with the ink well and quill to your left side. If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me, it's my job after all." She said with a smile as she pushed the paper through the glass.

Thomas studied the pages quietly. He wondered if they needed a last name? After thinking for a bit, he just wrote one down. Filling out the form was relatively easy, but when he got to Taylor's abilities and powers list, he hesitated. He had never shared her powers before, and he didn't even know all of them. There was a new development every other week.

Name: Thomas Lynel
Age: 19
Gender: male
Appearance: 5 foot 9, blond hair, brown eyes, scar on right cheek, general traveling clothes with a thick brown coat
Declared items:
- Sniper Rifle
- Scope
- Amunition
- Hunting knife
- Canteen
- Pack of water purifying tablets
- Spare clothes
- A white spiral that was a gift from my elders
- A jar
Natural abilities/powers: good sight, though not due to mutation
Former residence/occupation(s): A traveling village to the east called Fellin, potentially no more. Was trained by a hunter, eventually joined the border guard. Worked there for five years, the only one who made it that long. Exceptionally good with a sniper rifle
About you: My name is Thomas, and I'm the caretaker for my little sister Taylor. We were previously in a village that was somewhat durable thanks in part to a large number of hunters, and the fact that we moved location every three months. My parents fell sick after the birth of my sister and opted for preventative measures to keep from turning corrupted. I was taken in by a hunter with my sister, who trained me. I joined border security at age 14 and worked there until we left a few weeks ago. I'm talented with a sniper rifle, known to take down corrupted with 2500 meter distances (1.5 miles) I left in hopes of finding a safer place for my sister to grow up

Name: Taylor Lynel
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Appearance: 3 ft 10, short brown hair and brown eyes. Thick, covering clothes, brown jacket
Declared items:
- Small, homemade doll
- Snacks
Natural abilities/powers: shape shifting, matter alteration development, potential other, undiscovered powers
Former residence/occupation(s): same as Thomas Lynel
About you: A quiet child, when she gets spooked, she turns herself into a liquid or a gas to try and hide. Her brother carries around a jar should she want to be liquid, though gas is a bit harder to contain. Never knew her parents

Content, Thomas slid the forms back.

(Thomas + Taylor = Tyler, somehow, don't ask questions, the fusion technique went wrong)
"Great, we'll need a bit'ta proof of your kill shown to a guard. Give 'em a severed head 'er somethin'." Helga said as she wrong some details on two identical slips. "Ya with any others here? Might wanna collaborate 'n' get it done easier. Wouldn' wan'cha gettin' that handsome face hurt."

"An interesting one you are, little lady." Boston said with a chuckle as he looked over the papers. "For you first, Thomas, would you prefer some guard duty or a corrupted hunt? With a group a corrupted hunt would be faster and possibly easier. Guard duty is probably safer though."

Reigna waited to get the paper back, watching Dante's face carefully.

The fourth booth sat open, the other man wondering why no one out of that big group wanted to sit down with him.

Marc tugged Cleo to the last opened booth. She sat down while he stood. "Hi," she smiled.

Checking the form one last time, Dante put the quill back in its original place and slid the form back. "That should be it."

"Great, have fun." She tore one half of the paper off, shoving it through the glass to Travis. It was a slip that had his name and his task, to kill a corrupted and bring proof of his kill to a guard on duty, who can sign off on it. Below the slip it had a signature spot for a guard. The paper had some sort of rectangular assortment of bars in the top right corner. "Scan that at the door to the far right of the room and go through f'er y'er stamp."

"For a-" Boston looked at the paper again. "7 year old, yes, we have a few options. We have stay houses, which unless you purchase a house here you'll be living in one, and there are some people around the city who watch kids for pay. Certified, well trained, monitored and supervised to be a safe choice for any child." Boston explained. "It's what I use for my children, whenever my wife and I are both at work."

Reigna looked over the form. "Oh, a hunter, would you prefer to hunt something, or maybe do a job within the city?" She asked.

"Hello, m'ah name's Greggory." Replied the rail thin, freckled and well damaged young man, sporting an arm that looked like it had plastic plating put on it to cover the true appearance up. "Welcome to th'uh registration office, you fillin' out a form jus' f'er y'erself, or for the boy behind ya' too?"

Thomas looked down at Taylor. He had some money, but not a lot. And who knew if it was even the same currency here...? “I’ll hunt a corrupted then,” he said. “What about for her stay card?”

Marie stepped up to the now empty booth. “Hello,” She said.

Dante glanced as the people he had befriended before turning back to the lady. "Hunter it is then. "

Letting Cleo fill hers out first, Marc looked over the form for himself.