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Though it seemed clear, he was not a stupid man and Cassata began prepping his weapon. "Do you think this can be done from over here? I'm afraid if we break it or whatever, it'll... well, something bad will happen." To him he would do it either way but he was still afraid of the others getting...

Cassata huffed as they managed up the stairs and through the door, resting his hands on his knees for a moment. Ever the wary, he clutched his weapon and peeked down the corridor, making sure it was safe for them to breath. "I hope... we don't need.. to run anymore..." @Jeremi @York

Cassata had chosen to tag along with the group going to Central Park West. He mostly just wanted to be a filler, joining any of the four groups he thought needed it the most. He glanced up the stairs once they arrived and sighed at Janine's comment, already exhausted at the thought. "Let the...

Eye widening, Cassata gripped his gun closer to himself. For once his arriving there, his cool composure seemed to crack and he seemed rather weary. Seeing the display they had witnessed, he suddenly didn't feeling fighting it. This was something far beyond the reach of Fallen Angels and was...

"Oooooh?" Cassata arched an eyebrow towards Ethan. It wasn't quite mocking or quite curious either, almost playful. "You're free to take a look at it, it's not been fired." He didn't seem upset, just mostly curious as to where the line of thought was travelling. After all, he'd spent the last...

Once the body had been shown, Cassata didn't seem to be bothered by it at all, but he let out a sad sigh. That was the way things were going to go. He walked over to try and see if he could figure anything out, but if the others there couldn't, he didn't see why he'd find something different. He...

Maybe it was best to avoid all the chaos after all. Cassata scratched his head. "Actually, Hazel, his idea isn't too odd. Where I'm from, people can summon servants to their side. They want to fight but... not everyone always can." Unfortunately, he was one who could. "But they can do different...

The bus ride had seemed to make Cassata a bit nervous - it was his first time after all! - so he was a bit quiet as all the people gathered together under a roof. Food had been offered to them of course, but he didn't need to eat so he didn't bother looking. He figured it was better to just let...

"Schools have clubs? Well, I guess kids need something to do." Cassata scratched the back of his head. Even if they came from different places and he had clue what the place called Japan was even like, he still didn't know much about schools. After all the only humans he had spent time around...

Once Monika collapsed, Cassata's face softened and he seemed grateful someone else offered her a respite to that. He tipped his head absently. "Sometimes we can't help ourselves. It doesn't seem like it's your fault anyway." He understood, in a way - sometimes he felt like letting go. By both of...

As Cassata listened, he sighed and shook his head as if disappointed. At least the funny business always happened to him and not the others. The plus side? Wasn't Whiskey's fault so nobody here was about to transform into a Fallen Angel. Probably. "Sorry kiddo. Seems like this is unfortunately...

Cassata let himself lay on the street for a bit. He had assumed due to the large frequency on his nightmares that he had forgotten where he and his charges had stayed in, that wasn't so unusual. But... no. This voices were unfamiliar. Had... he been called by another Master Attendant? No...

Name: Cassata Age: He doesn't know and hasn't ever kept count - though probably quite over 100 Canon: Powers / Abilities / Equipment: Cassata has his personal weapon, which is called a long gun. Also good for slashing and swinging around. And not being human, his wounds tend to heal a bit...

Name: Nino Gender: Female Canon: History: When she was an infant, her parents were killed and she was taken in by their murderers, inhuman beings called Morphs. Her adoptive mother ignored and cared little for her, but she grew up trying to impress her. Eventually, her mother married the...

Ramza turned slightly as the man in the inn spoke to Jihl and Adam, but looked at the other houses around the area. Was there anyone even there? Considering the inn had been locked, it seemed that there was probably something - or someone - they didn't want coming in. He dropped his hand from...

Ramza seemed sad to see the chocobo go, as they were the the one thing of familiarity he had in this situation, and with them leaving, he felt a bit sad. As the others in the group headed towards the village, he trailed just slightly behind, glancing around them for any sign of life or movement.

"They're friendly... Thank goodness." Ramza put a hand onto the back of one of chocobo's and gave it a friendly pat. He had been around plenty of them back in Ivalice, but wasn't the most familiar with riding them himself. "I suppose it won't hurt." He hopped onto the birds back, giving its head...

Ramza quietly followed behind the others, hand nervously hovering over his sword. He dropped his hand though, at the noise off in the distance. He stepped forward, holding a hand out. "Wait! It should be non-harmful!" @Ver @Jeremi @everybody

Ramza would only join in the fight if things got desperate to the point of him needing to cut. It wasn't that he thought he was stronger than the others - he didn't want to get in the way and was used to helping out in the background. He watched the fight in earnest, but turned a quiet ear to...

Ramza was watching Sora knock the fruits off the tree. He cast a sort of sideways glance at Pinocchio talking with his staff, but neither said not did anything. He, however, frowned intensely when he saw what the fruit looked like. He almost did a double take. "That sure is... one helluva...