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<\|description\|>Grane Blauer Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Snake Faunus Grane utilizes two glaives, three-edged throwing blades, made out of material that is able to cut through most objects with ease, save for thick metal and extremely dense objects. While they are usable in close combat, they are usually outclassed by other melee-oriented weapons. He may also decide to have his glaives spin extremely fast, like a buzzsaw, though this comes at an expense of speed. Specialty: Zoner, or in other words, he prefers to keep his opponent close enough to fight properly, but far enough to anticipate and avoid his opponent's attacks. This way of combat is most effective when Rama is able to keep a sustained damage output with his foe. His combat role ideally would be one similar to a guerrilla fighter, to isolate single targets and pick them off. While he is nimble and fast, this is due to the fact he has little to no armor. His scales might block something once in a while, but the more likely outcome is that Grane would have a nasty wound. Thus he is always on the move, as he is incapable of blocking anything. Semblance: Sixth Sense- He can sense the heat of other people/creatures, all without the sense of sight. He can also detect the smallest of vibrations in the ground, enabling him to detect movement or possibly enemy attacks. This makes him extremely aware to any presence close to him, and allows him to potentially predict an attack headed his way. Personality: Grane is generally a sociable enough person. While he is not hostile towards anybody, he does harbor a prejudice against humans, not as radical as the White Fang, per se. Grane does believe humans and Faunus should not integrate and rather, have a segregated society. After all, all evidence up to this point suggests that the two species cannot coexist- at least, in his interpretation. As such, Grane is hesitant to make any type of communication with a human, though he does not mind making friends with those of the human race. While some might say his ability to make friends with humans would debunk his views, Rama sees it as the rare exception, not the rule. Color: Gunmetal Regular appearance of a 5'11 human male, but he has scales around the neck area and some around his arms.</s> <\|message\|>Sand Vespa Unceremoniously almost, the date had changed. Normally, this would have been Sand's first proper day as a student at Beacon, but she had quickly learned that a holiday would take place. She could not complain. Her transfer had taken a turn for the sudden, and some extra time to adjust was appreciated. She had dedicated the previous day to getting her belongings and reporting the results of her final assignment to her superior at Atlas through the CCT. The former, she had mailed over to someone she trusted before heading out, having resolved not to stay return to Atlas by the end of her mission. The latter was handled simply enough, even if her boss had not been particularly ecstatic to hear about her failure to produce any of the items they had requested. Nonetheless, the day had marked a transition. Beyond friendships and acquaintances, she could not truly say she had any other affiliations to her previous school. Tired as she had been by the end of the day, rest was easy to come by, even in the bed of a deceased hunter-in-training, once Grane had cleared away their belongings. Staying in bed had been another matter. Habit had taken over, complemented by a lingering feeling of unease, and Sand had taken off to do her morning exercises before the rest began to stir. Those were done, but the day was still young. For the moment, Sand sat at the waiting room for the school's infirmary, legs crossed as she absentmindedly stared out the open door. Her hair was once again tied in a short tail. The dirtied and torn clothes she had arrived in yesterday had been replaced by a simple grey tank top and dark cargo pants, fastened to her waist with the same thick belt that held her cased weapons at her hips. Her combat boots had been replaced by white running shoes. A small gym bag was at her feet. The casual, relaxed image made her coffee-colored eyes seem merely weary rather than irked. A set of footsteps drew her towards an approaching nurse. "He's awake. Want me to take you to him?" She nodded. "Please." With that, the nurse ushered the visitor into the back rooms. Sand took note of the other occupied beds, presumably other students who found trouble in their own missions, but chose not to comment. Unerringly, she was led to a bed occupied by a bandaged, red-haired boy. The nurse announced the new visitor, then quickly returned to her duties. Sand raised a hand in greeting. "Hey. You look better than yesterday." Which isn't a difficult thing, truth be told. The pitiable condition Robert had been brought back in made her wonder if her intervention had made a difference in the end. Then again, she could not ask for more than his survival. Noticing the chairs near the bed, she pulled one closer and sat on it. Absentmindedly, she wondered if he had been told of her induction into the team. He had been unconscious when Ozpin had made the announcement, after all. Reaching into her gym bag, she pulled out a paper bag and placed it on the nightstand. "I brought muffins," she said simply, by way of explanation. "So?" she asked. "How are you feeling?" Who</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Sunday-Cafeteria Cobwlt was finally released from the hospital after the doctor gave the ok, so the first thing he did was head to the supermarket. He didn't like eating cafeteria food all the time, even if it was heavenly compared to that bland hospital food. Now all he had to do was go to the kitchen and ask to cook the food, it was going to be a busy night. By the time he was finished it was just before midnight as he tiptoed into the dorm. He set the pancakes, eggs, and bacon down on the counter (all in seperate containers to preserve the heat) and went to lie down in his bed. For the first time in a while he fell asleep as soon as he hit the covers. Monday-Dorm Cobalt woke up before everyone and set up the food on the counter, everyone would wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs, Cobalt kicked himself as he had forgotten to get syrup for the pancakes. Next time for sure. Diamond woke up first and the first thing he noticed was the new look. "Nice haircut. You do it yourself?" Blonde looked good on her. Oswald wheeled himself through the door and Cobalt waved hello. "I made breakfast. You guys want any?" He pointed towards the food alongside a couple of disposable paper plates. @Forsythe</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson When Sand entered his room, she found Robert absentmindedly staring out the window. With no other sources of entertainment like a book or video game, he didn't have much else to pass the time with other than conversations with the nurses and any visitors that might come his way. Hearing the door open, the red haired boy turned to face his new team member, giving her a bright smile. The bandage over his head still remained as well as a few of the band-aids that covered the small cuts where the doctors had removed shrapnel from the explosive, but other than that he looked almost normal. "Oh hey, Sand. Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better now," he told her. Seeing her pull out a paper bag, his eyes focused on the object as he wondered what it could possibly contain. "Ooh, muffins? Cool," Robert said, reaching his hand in and pulling out whichever kind was at the top. Quickly taking a bite without first checking what it might have been baked with, the taste of blueberries assaulted his tastebuds. Not exactly the boy's favorite flavor, but he didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings so he avoided making any sort of negative facial reaction. "What'd you ask? How am I feeling? Hmm…" the red haired boy replied, giving the question some serious thought before replying. "Like I said, I am feeling better. Kinda bored though. Not much to do here except rest and mope around. Ozpin told me that I'm no longer leader of the team, but I think… I think I'm okay with that honestly. It's a lot of responsibility that I don't think I was ready for. Sure, I was disappointed at first, but now that I've had time to think, the position seemed to fit better with one of the others. Speaking of which, what are you still doing here? Shouldn't you have gone back to Atlas? Was it Atlas? It was Atlas right?" "It was Atlas," she confirmed with a wry smile. "Was. My transfer papers were approved some time ago. Didn't think I'd arrive at Beacon the way I did, though." Robert nodded along as Sand explained her situation. When it appeared she had finished speaking, he asked, "So what's the name of the team you're on? Maybe we can do some joint missions or something at some point." The girl leaned back, looking at him meaningfully. "Don't know yet, but I think we'll be working together often enough." "What makes you say that?" he asked. She tilted her head. "Just a hunch. Happens that the other members spell R, T and G." "Really? That's the letters for my team too. What a coincidence." Sand's expression remained neutral, but as the words left his mouth the girl's normally stern eyes seemed to sparkle, like a cat that had found a new toy. She nodded knowingly. "Scary, right?" she said in a conspiratorial tone. "Well hear this. G is a faunus, doesn't seem like he likes R much." "Hey, Grane's a faunus too. Pretty sure he's not a big fan of me either," Robert said, still not understanding yet what Sand was hinting at. She hummed in agreement, but continued. "T seems like the calmest of the three. Like he tries to smooth things out between the rest." "That sounds like Trad," he said with excitement. "Yeah. R got injured recently, though, and it's got him worried. He's in this infirmary too." "Sounds like it'd be a good idea to meet with them after you're done talking with lil' ol' me." "Already did, actually. Brought him breakfast and everything." "Did you get him muffins too?" her teammate asked, still oblivious. "Yes. In fact, and listen close because this is the clincher—"The girl drew closer, as if to tell him a secret, complete with discrete looks over her shoulder. "His name happens to be Robert." At this point, Robert was beginning to catch on. Squinting his eyes at her with suspicion, he asked her, "Does his last name happen to be Fallson?" Sand looked at him with dancing eyes. "Amazing, right? What a time to be alive." "Yeah, what a coincidence," the boy repeated, this time with heavy amounts of sarcasm. A pleased smirk broke through her serious expression. "You can be rather dense, you know?" "I'd take offense to that if it probably wasn't true," was his only response as he lied back in his bed and made himself more comfortable. "Welcome to the team, Sand." "Thank you. Looking forward to working with you."</s>	<\|message\|>Grane Blauer With the rest of the team visiting Robert, Grane figured he might as well clear out Delta's locker. Find personal effects to send back to the family; It was the least he could do. Hell, they had been shipped out so fast Delta didn't really lock much up. Made the job easier. The locker was organized well, clean and uncluttered. It was expected for someone with some military background. Then again, there wasn't much to begin with. There was only a duffel bag, some ammo belts, and a pair of binoculars. The ammo belts didn't carry much, so he set those aside quickly. Grane grabbed the duffel bag next, slowly shifting through it's contents. He found an expensive sounding brand of coffee beans, along with some various tools he assumed were for brewing said coffee. Well, in the short hours he knew the kid, Delta did mention something about coffee. Perhaps he'd keep this for himself. A sort of memento to the fallen sharpshooter. A teddy bear was next. For a military sniper, it was a bit odd. But perhaps Delta had a soft spot for stuffed animals. And he was an airhead. A good shot, but still an airhead. Finally, Grane pulled out a photograph. It was Delta, next to a girl he assumed was a sister of sorts. Upon closer inspection, there was some writing on the back of the photo. Hey! Congrats on getting accepted to Beacon! I know dad hasn't been too happy about it, but I'm sure he'll turn around with time. Try and make some friends alright? I won't be around to force you to socialise, so try harder than your usual! I'll miss you greatly. I'll visit you when I can. You can introduce me to your new friends when I come take a gander! P.S. Get rid of that teddy bear. You're dorming now, people won't make friends with you if they see that thing, ya big baby :) Well… Grane figured he should write a letter of sorts. Usually all families got were some copypasted crap that offered little closure. My name is Grane Blauer. We have never met, but I knew your little Brother the best out of his team. You have probably gotten the news about it already. I am sorry. Delta was strange, and quirky, but he was a good kid. I'm not writing this letter simply to offer my condolences, as I am sure you have gotten many of those already. I wish to offer you a little closure on your brother's untimely death. Our team was on a mission to clear a fort. Infiltration was a bust, and we were soon found and ambushed by a sizable amount of grimm forces. Your brother provided overwatch, sacrificing his life so that we could escape with some injured. He was eventually swarmed by the horde, and we were unable to assist. He died a hero. I hope that gives you some peace. Delta's a true hunter in my book. From, Grane Blauer While Grane did twist a lot of facts, or outright lied... he figured it was better that way. He left out the parts where it was probably Robert's fault, and the part where Delta was dragged away before he could do much. At least this way, Delta's family might be able to move on more easily. The last thing they needed was to find a target for their resentment, or harbor more grief that he died for nothing. A harmless lie... or so he hoped. Grane placed all of Delta's personal belongings back in the duffel bag, along with his letter, and placed the duffel bag on Delta's bed. He'd have to call someone down to pick it up. Grane was just glad he wasn't going to be the bearer of bad news. He'd rather face all the grimm in the world than tell someone's family to their face that their son/brother died on his first mission at Beacon.</s>
<\|description\|>Valin Nash Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Slot, his completely ordinary revolver. A brand of revolver that could quite easily be constructed and sold right off the counter in any shop that could legally sell guns. Yep, just his not out of the ordinary gun that he carries around, nothing to really see here. So, with that out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! Now, there are two reasons why the gun is called slot. First, he calls his bullets coins, and pretends the 'coins' are going into the 'slot'. He likes to imagine things. Second, the orderly and simplistic design of his weapon makes it quite easy to add any attachments into his gun, thus, making it so that his gun has tons of slots for add-ons! He came up with that name all by himself. There are several variants of his weapon, all attachments are kept within his light weight pack with other things crammed inside. The base of Valin's arsenal, carrying basic iron sights and nothing else. If Stealth is the name, this is his main. Built to cut down on noise, reduce recoil, and no longer emit muzzle flash. No one will know what hit them if they are the target. Sometimes, the best kill is from afar. The extended barrel allows the bullet to travel in controlled manner than before, which increases the accuracy of the gun. Two items with the price of one! The stock combines both the reliable accuracy of the extended barrel and reduces recoil! Very handy when used in medium range, but less so in close combat. Want to be more stealthy with a handgun? Say no more with these modification! The Silencer combined with the Stock allows for perfect accuracy and minimum recoil with the silent kill looming over the target. Have you ever wished to be a sniper, but only have a cruddy revolver? Well... Look at these things! The combination of these add-ons make for the perfect sniper/revolver. Just one point, aim, and click from far away and the target is dead! Want to go super commando black-ops? These are your modifications, just make sure that you have the time to put all these things on as the amount of add-ons are quite large. And if you run out of coins, use it as a club! Whew, with so many combinations to choose from, how do you make the probability tree even larger? Why, use different coins of course! These coins will just make things more hectic also combined with dust! Just what is this boy thinking? Why does he have so many choices to choose from? Why do I keep talking when I should be explaining the types of coins and dusts? Find out, in the next hider. FMJ - Full Metal Jacket * They normally penetrates through flesh, not used for hunting or self-defense. FMJRN - Full Metal Jacket Round Nose * Used normally for handguns and rifles. FMJBT - Full Metal Jacket Boat Tail * More aerodynamic, long shot bullets OTM - Open Tipped * Better grade FMJ, only slightly better than FMJ. HP - Hollow Point * Default bullet. Greater impact when hitting, stops within body. SP - Soft Point * Alternative to HP, similar to FMJ. Weaker than HP, but still greater than FMJ. Ballistic Tip * Best of both worlds, better than HP and FMJ. Frangible * Softer than most bullets, weak enough to shatter into pieces when hitting a surface. Steel Core * Armor piercing, dangerous situation if ricochets. Tracer * Shows the pathing of the bullet, often starts fires. * Red = Fire * Dark Blue = Ice * Yellow = Lightning * Green = Wind Wow! That is a lot of stuff to handle! Amrite!? Well, nothing that Valin can't handle. He likes being random, or make people think he is random. Either way, with all that amount of variations for guns and bullets. Can't wait to see it in action. Specialty: Fighting style? Well, like many teenagers and young adults inside of the fine establishment, he uses a gun! Revolvers are mainly preferred to be used in short to medium distances. However, with the right set of add-ons can really change the fighting style of the boy and the field around him. So, he prefers to be close to the action, but not too close to be stabbed or slashed at from close combat range. He isn't the best at agility and stamina, but he could hold on his own if necessary. Just not for too long. Semblance: Luck - Just as the name says, his semblance gives him the ability to get lucky. Now, you might be thinking, can't he use that for any type of situation? From getting the right answer on a multiple choice test to getting a girlfriend? Nah, it takes a immense amount of focus and strain to activate his semblance. Valin can maybe use it three or four times for reloading, and any further would be very dangerous for his health. So, he only uses it in life threatening situations. Personality: Valin loves the chaotic life style that he has chosen. Disorder flows through his veins and confusion is the type of aura that he usually gives off to others. He is the type of person that likes to cause trouble for others, be they friend or foe, all are the same to him. So, with that kind of attitude towards people, he doesn't really make friends very often, and many dislike him for his reckless and negative attitude. However, he ignores this all while giving the same crooked smile and chittering chuckles. So, the enigma of Valin can't be broken, very surprising. Or maybe, people haven't tried hard enough to break through that hard shell of his. There could be something under the vast amount of layers of cynicism, irritation, and confusion. Who knows? He might actually just be crazy, you figure it out. Color: Ultramarine Emblem: Placed upon the back of his clothes is the image of a skull with a cross going through the left eye socket. Appearance: Averaging around the height of 5'11, a decent height among growing boys, Valin is usually 5'9 when slouching and most likely very bad posturing for his back. Furthermore, his physique reaches an average of not too skinny or pudgy, he is muscular under his clothes, but most students at Beacon have to be for fighting. However, his handsome body is completely messed up by his attire and grooming which makes him look undesirable. Valin's hair is completely messed up most of the time, it looks like he woke up straight from bed and didn't do anything with it at all. Clothes are usually wrinkled and randomly thrown on, barley resembling any type of fashion. The only things that remains consistent with his appearance is the eye patch covering his left eye, his light pack, and his ammo belt that hangs loosely from his hips.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops Shiro turned 'round and listened intently as Gren spoke. Giving him the quiet respect of speaking uninterrupted. Raising his gloved hand to his brow, he shielded his eyes from the sun as Gren stood with it to his back. Making it hard for the feline faunus and his sensitive eyes to see him. Sitting down and crossing his legs, Shiro reached behind him and pulled his hood over his ears to help shade his vision. For a moment, Shiro mulled over his friend's words. He was right after all. Every bit of it. Now, Shiro didn't mind telling his comrade what he wanted to know about his past. As long as he didn't pry too deeply to make him uncomfortable. There were things he wanted to at least try keep under wraps, if he could. Otherwise, he trusted Gren. He could easily open up to him and Abel, at least. "O-okay. What do you want to talk about? Shoot."</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia (VGNB) and Sarina Tala Dei (SSC) …Really you two upstand me like that in an entire class… Gratia walking out on her had annoyed Vega to a scathing degree. At least Napoli had the decency to decline her request but she was irked by his request. "Your choice, I will see you later!" Tsk, assholes as she walked out of the classroom and made a brisk pace to the source of the music. -- Vega had caught up with Sarina to the source of the music. Why is their large music playing at this time? Why does not the faculty know about it? "Look" Vega whispered. The pair noticed a boy who fell upon Fullbuster arms who looked to odd to be in Beacon with his tattered clothes. What the… "Let's go." Vega nodded and the two followed briskly behind the students carrying the student. The two then arrived in front of the Infirmary, casually walking up to the three students conversing among each other. "Anything you can tell me about the individual in the infirmary?"</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate The sudden arrival of Robert in Ozpin's office was an unexpected surprise, but from the boy's tone, exhaustion, and troubling words, the headmaster got the distinct impression that something was very wrong. Moving with a surprising haste given his age, Ozpin marched from his office with Robert in disorderly pursuit, and behind him the two new students. Quickly and efficiently he descended the flight of stairs, mulling over the things that the teamless leader had told him. Embodiment, did he say? Where had he heard that before...? On the way, the headmaster told the three boys to leave him and return to their business. "This is school business, no concern of yours. Return to class." His tone made it clear that he would be brooking no nonsense. -=-=- With a loud squeal, the infirmary door was thrown open, and in marched Beacon's principle. Though normally a man to wear a look of casual curiosity, as if some great knowledge lay behind his eyes for students to discover, Ozpin now bore a visage of utter seriousness. He approached the bedside, saying in a quiet but clear manner, "Students, please leave now. Algernon, go with them and continue your class as usual; there's still at least twenty minutes before the bell. Make sure to properly penalize any absentees. Seniors, you have duties to attend to as well." After the math instructor had left with Cobalt, Oswald, and Sapphire, Ozpin stood by the unconscious boy's shoulder. He bent to examine the stitching around the mouth and turned up a surprising conclusion. Judging by appearance alone, it was somewhat elastic, and would stretch to permit the boy to drink and make some facial expressions. As Ozpin watched, the kid turned his odd eyes to look at him. When the air around the headmaster began to move, vibrating at complex frequencies to produce sounds, he listened intently. "Thank...you. Be...ready. The Painter...follows." Through narrowed eyes, Ozpin could see that the air within the boy's mouth vibrated too. Perhaps, he reasoned coolly, whoever did this to him was trying to keep whatever singularity of sound that lay within him from bursting out when his semblance was active. This semblance, in fact, was like nothing Ozpin had ever seen. It seemed to be constantly on, and totally untied to the boy's obviously depleted aura. It was more like...hmm. Semblances derived their name from old folk tales about beings with incredible power over forces in nature, practically akin to magic. Human characters in those stories, seeing these grand magics, labored to emulate them, so producing for each a 'semblance' of the power of the gods. This ability, however, combined with the distinctive tattoo, seemed to lend itself to the idea that it was an 'embodiment' of such power—a projection far beyond that of an ordinary person. To Ozpin's immediate knowledge, this was the first time he'd ever seen such a thing. It was a matter of no small concern, especially if this hyper-powerful kid seemed to be afraid of someone -or something- called 'The Painter'. Now was not, however, a good time to delve into the hardships inflicted upon him. "What is your name?" The air contorted itself to sound out a melodic reply. "Jay..." Ozpin spoke up before the boy could continue. "Don't worry any more, Jay. We will take care of you." Abel Fulgurate "Someone call my name?" Without proper warning, Abel was there. He looked at Shiro, then Gren, then back again, and held up his phone needlessly "Got your message. I followed the people with the kid for a way, but I didn't want to just hang around bein' useless so I came back. I don't know what's up with him. I heard someone saying that class isn't canceled though, so we oughta head back." Shrugging, Abel waiting for one of his comrades to reply, not aware that he'd stepped into a potentially important conversation.</s>	<\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse With that said, a loud banging sound rebounded through the entire warehouse as someone kicked open the door to the warehouse. The harsh sound echoed through the spacious room, and silence soon loomed over the trio of tired soldiers yet again. Footsteps soon echoed through the building, they were light and slow, but somehow it could be heard quite distinctly. Soon, the footsteps started to become more distinct to the ones with excellent hearing, the person filling the shoes was getting closer and closer. Who is this new recruit? How powerful are they? Is the new recruit an adorable girl? All were equally important questions, and soon, all would be answered within the next few seconds. After several suspenseful seconds, all three would notice that the stranger was finally in view, well, at least his shoe. With another large step, the entire body was visible. And... every expectation around him was quickly knocked down. He was short compared to his peers, Violet and Akashi were both around or above six feet tall, and Amber was most likely around his height of 5'11 (5'9 while slouching). Valin also looked like he had just gotten out of bed, one side of his hair was flattened down while the other side was perked up! It actually looked like he used a ton of hair gel to get his hair looking like that. His clothes looked displeasing to the eye as well, it looked like he was working for the mafia, a very poor mafia. Everything he was wearing was wrinkled or worn without wash, was he blind? An annoyed look on his face, he pulled out his cigarette case, opening it with one hand and pulling out one with his mouth. Valin's eyes darted across the three people before lighting the cigarette. The grimy boy pulled the haphazard stick from his mouth, and when it looked like he was going to blow the smoke, he threw burning cigarette into his mouth, and crunched into it. His eyes continued to look around, his posture still looking really relaxed, and Valin continued to chew on the cigarette. With a few more chews, he swallowed the entire stick and gave a sly smirk at the trio, "Already fighting without me?" Valin squatted onto the floor, trying to level himself face to face with the people on the floor and still had that irritating looking smile. "How are you guys and gals doing?"</s>
<\|description\|>Valin Nash Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Slot, his completely ordinary revolver. A brand of revolver that could quite easily be constructed and sold right off the counter in any shop that could legally sell guns. Yep, just his not out of the ordinary gun that he carries around, nothing to really see here. So, with that out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! Now, there are two reasons why the gun is called slot. First, he calls his bullets coins, and pretends the 'coins' are going into the 'slot'. He likes to imagine things. Second, the orderly and simplistic design of his weapon makes it quite easy to add any attachments into his gun, thus, making it so that his gun has tons of slots for add-ons! He came up with that name all by himself. There are several variants of his weapon, all attachments are kept within his light weight pack with other things crammed inside. The base of Valin's arsenal, carrying basic iron sights and nothing else. If Stealth is the name, this is his main. Built to cut down on noise, reduce recoil, and no longer emit muzzle flash. No one will know what hit them if they are the target. Sometimes, the best kill is from afar. The extended barrel allows the bullet to travel in controlled manner than before, which increases the accuracy of the gun. Two items with the price of one! The stock combines both the reliable accuracy of the extended barrel and reduces recoil! Very handy when used in medium range, but less so in close combat. Want to be more stealthy with a handgun? Say no more with these modification! The Silencer combined with the Stock allows for perfect accuracy and minimum recoil with the silent kill looming over the target. Have you ever wished to be a sniper, but only have a cruddy revolver? Well... Look at these things! The combination of these add-ons make for the perfect sniper/revolver. Just one point, aim, and click from far away and the target is dead! Want to go super commando black-ops? These are your modifications, just make sure that you have the time to put all these things on as the amount of add-ons are quite large. And if you run out of coins, use it as a club! Whew, with so many combinations to choose from, how do you make the probability tree even larger? Why, use different coins of course! These coins will just make things more hectic also combined with dust! Just what is this boy thinking? Why does he have so many choices to choose from? Why do I keep talking when I should be explaining the types of coins and dusts? Find out, in the next hider. FMJ - Full Metal Jacket * They normally penetrates through flesh, not used for hunting or self-defense. FMJRN - Full Metal Jacket Round Nose * Used normally for handguns and rifles. FMJBT - Full Metal Jacket Boat Tail * More aerodynamic, long shot bullets OTM - Open Tipped * Better grade FMJ, only slightly better than FMJ. HP - Hollow Point * Default bullet. Greater impact when hitting, stops within body. SP - Soft Point * Alternative to HP, similar to FMJ. Weaker than HP, but still greater than FMJ. Ballistic Tip * Best of both worlds, better than HP and FMJ. Frangible * Softer than most bullets, weak enough to shatter into pieces when hitting a surface. Steel Core * Armor piercing, dangerous situation if ricochets. Tracer * Shows the pathing of the bullet, often starts fires. * Red = Fire * Dark Blue = Ice * Yellow = Lightning * Green = Wind Wow! That is a lot of stuff to handle! Amrite!? Well, nothing that Valin can't handle. He likes being random, or make people think he is random. Either way, with all that amount of variations for guns and bullets. Can't wait to see it in action. Specialty: Fighting style? Well, like many teenagers and young adults inside of the fine establishment, he uses a gun! Revolvers are mainly preferred to be used in short to medium distances. However, with the right set of add-ons can really change the fighting style of the boy and the field around him. So, he prefers to be close to the action, but not too close to be stabbed or slashed at from close combat range. He isn't the best at agility and stamina, but he could hold on his own if necessary. Just not for too long. Semblance: Luck - Just as the name says, his semblance gives him the ability to get lucky. Now, you might be thinking, can't he use that for any type of situation? From getting the right answer on a multiple choice test to getting a girlfriend? Nah, it takes a immense amount of focus and strain to activate his semblance. Valin can maybe use it three or four times for reloading, and any further would be very dangerous for his health. So, he only uses it in life threatening situations. Personality: Valin loves the chaotic life style that he has chosen. Disorder flows through his veins and confusion is the type of aura that he usually gives off to others. He is the type of person that likes to cause trouble for others, be they friend or foe, all are the same to him. So, with that kind of attitude towards people, he doesn't really make friends very often, and many dislike him for his reckless and negative attitude. However, he ignores this all while giving the same crooked smile and chittering chuckles. So, the enigma of Valin can't be broken, very surprising. Or maybe, people haven't tried hard enough to break through that hard shell of his. There could be something under the vast amount of layers of cynicism, irritation, and confusion. Who knows? He might actually just be crazy, you figure it out. Color: Ultramarine Emblem: Placed upon the back of his clothes is the image of a skull with a cross going through the left eye socket. Appearance: Averaging around the height of 5'11, a decent height among growing boys, Valin is usually 5'9 when slouching and most likely very bad posturing for his back. Furthermore, his physique reaches an average of not too skinny or pudgy, he is muscular under his clothes, but most students at Beacon have to be for fighting. However, his handsome body is completely messed up by his attire and grooming which makes him look undesirable. Valin's hair is completely messed up most of the time, it looks like he woke up straight from bed and didn't do anything with it at all. Clothes are usually wrinkled and randomly thrown on, barley resembling any type of fashion. The only things that remains consistent with his appearance is the eye patch covering his left eye, his light pack, and his ammo belt that hangs loosely from his hips.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy nodded, the throbbing in her head finally receding, granting her enough control over her semblance to force it back down to its absolute minimum level. She pulled the headphones off of her head, muttering a pained "thank you", standing slowly, waiting for her feathers to go back down of their own accord-at the level of fluster she was, they'd likely just spring back up again if she smoothed them. "C-can we get someplace else or find something that'll actually block sound? I don't know what a migraine feels like but that was damn close..." She winced again, closing her eyes tightly. "Silence would be really, really nice right about now."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops > Class "Let's make a pact..." An unfamiliar voice resonated within memory, causing Shiro to frown in confusion. Shaking his head, he dismissed it. Shiro started to grin, but quickly frowned again when he took Abel's 'psycho' comment the wrong way. "Hey! I'm not psycho...!" He puffed his cheeks out and pouted, but any insult taken dissolved away and he donned his usual bright grin. Looking to Gren, he presented his gloved fist to the two of them. "Deal on going out to eat as a team! I don't know about noodles, but pile enough meat on it and I'll eat it!" He chuckled, thumbing his nose. Ears perking, he pointed a finger at the sky as his team leader came to mind as an afterthought. "Ah, but let's not leave out Sapphire on this bro fest. We'll drag her out to eat if we have to, no excuses! Tee hee..." Math Class > History Class Sighing as he slumped into his seat in History Class, he pulled out the assignment given previously by Professor Fullbuster as homework. Leafing through the papers to skim through what was on the agenda after the day was over, his ears slowly flattened. Depressed, he scoffed in disapproval. "Come on, seriously? One period of torture wasn't enough? Agh..." He hated homework, especially relatively difficult homework on a subject he didn't quite enjoy. He knew the day was only just getting started too. Who knows what else was to come? The thought further dragged his mood down as he realized this. Whining, he let his head hit the desk in front of him with a solid thunk! Sounding like a dying cow, he groaned and complained a little more. "Uhhhhhhhgggghhhh....!" Don't get him wrong, he loved being at Beacon. Just the academics he wasn't too pleased with having to go through. At least Professor Oobleck was an enjoyable and energetic teacher. Watching and listening to the caffeine addict was enough to lift his mood. History wasn't that bad, in Shiro's book. When he paid attention with the rapt interest of a little boy listening to bed time stories, the perspective made the class period a lot more tolerable. Neatly organizing his things and placing them underneath his desk, his eyes wandered. Keeping a look out for...well, he didn't really know.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Well, uh...if we want peace and quiet, we're probably not gonna find it in a class run by Oobleck." Lauren looked from her seated teammate to the power couple, who had by now approached her and Amy. A sudden throbbing in her head reminded her that she'd meant to follow Ben's lead and take something for her throbbing face. That fight had taken a lot out of her, and now that the math class had cleared out - and the throngs of people making their way to history were starting to be let loose - she realized that she felt like absolute dog crap. "I think a mid-morning power nap is exactly what we need to keep Bastille's walls impenetrable!"</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- To History Oswald slowly raised from his seat as math class ended, bringing his nearly empty worksheet to the front of the class and depositing it on Professor Fullbuster's desk with his head lowered. The professors mostly knew what to expect out of him at this point, but the difference was still day and night. Most of the other students, with hard work and study, could catch up reasonably well. Oswald, on the other hand, was stuck nearly seven or eight years in the past academically. The most complex equations he'd solved in the past were PEMDAS questions, and that was pushing it. Following after Cobalt, Oswald tried to shrug off the bitter feelings he was having, but to no avail. This was not going to be a good week, evidently. "Hey, boss. That was pretty fuckin' wild with that kid, huh? I swear, if I ever get my hands on those bastards..."</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Ick. History. Sepia's ear's flattened as she stepped into the classroom. Math had been tolerable enough, as even her scatterbrain could keep up when the information could be presented step-by-step, but memorizing dates and names was not in anyway easy or enjoyable. Do I even remember anything from last year, like, at all? she wondered as she looked around the room for an empty seat. Her eyes quickly settled on a familiar set of ears. Awww ... it's tiger boy. She smiled and walked over to where Shiro was sitting. "So we meet again, friend of the cat-snake known as 'ferret'." she grinned and pointed to the seat on his left. "This one taken?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - History Class His ears perked when a familiar voice spoke to him. Shiro peered over his shoulder to see who it was, an innocent and curious expression lighted in his eyes. "Hmm...I know that voice. I think." Smiling, his tail wagged happily behind him, recognizing his new friend. When you thought about it, it was really quite easy to befriend Shiro. Simply talk to the boy and hold a single conversation with him and it was a done deal. Consider yourself written into his 'Friend Book' "Oh, Sepia!" He cocked an eyebrow, trying to come up with something witty to say. "Yeah, that seat's taken already." Wait for a dramatic pause. "By...you! Shoot, go ahead boss. If anyone protests tell them they can shove it." He laughed, grinning in return. "And come on, I've got a name. Gave you the respect of remembering yours." Shiro teased, settling his head back on his desk with his eyes forward.</s>	<\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin Nash - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin had been leaning against the wall for the last two hours, and he was bored out of his mind. Flipping a random bullet through his fingers, he glanced over towards his supposed teammates. Violet, apparently, she seemed to be the tough and no nonsense type of lady, and just the perfect person for him. There was also unknown standing around somewhere in this warehouse, unknown also being known as 'Amber'. Valin wasn't too sure of him, but someone that doesn't want to reveal their true name is obviously suspicious and hiding something from the entire group, he would figure out his secrets sooner or later. Finally, there was Akashi, he was definitely some type of rich boy. The way he postured himself, the weapon he carried combined with the high-tech ammo, and he heard that the kid had a pretty nice car. Heh heh heh, he could work with this group. So, Valin looked back at his bullet, he sighed to himself before a distinctive sound rang through the warehouse. Valin soon found himself holding his handheld radio by the antenna, he listened attentively to the plan being discussed by the mystery man, but with his eyes unfocused on the walkie-talkie, he didn't look like he was paying attention at all. However, by the end of the debrief, Valin was grinning ear to ear, he knew his role inside of the plan. The grimy boy broke out from his pose, he walked towards to the group with his arms spread out, and he exclaimed to the group. "Oh! I'll be the distracting factor of the group! I'll be sure to play my role as perfectly as possible, so you guys better put your 100% into this operation, mysterious man is expecting the best from us." Valin continued to grin at the group before turning his entire body around by spinning himself with his heel, his direction now heading towards the cardboard box for his equipment.</s>
<\|description\|>Valin Nash Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Slot, his completely ordinary revolver. A brand of revolver that could quite easily be constructed and sold right off the counter in any shop that could legally sell guns. Yep, just his not out of the ordinary gun that he carries around, nothing to really see here. So, with that out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! Now, there are two reasons why the gun is called slot. First, he calls his bullets coins, and pretends the 'coins' are going into the 'slot'. He likes to imagine things. Second, the orderly and simplistic design of his weapon makes it quite easy to add any attachments into his gun, thus, making it so that his gun has tons of slots for add-ons! He came up with that name all by himself. There are several variants of his weapon, all attachments are kept within his light weight pack with other things crammed inside. The base of Valin's arsenal, carrying basic iron sights and nothing else. If Stealth is the name, this is his main. Built to cut down on noise, reduce recoil, and no longer emit muzzle flash. No one will know what hit them if they are the target. Sometimes, the best kill is from afar. The extended barrel allows the bullet to travel in controlled manner than before, which increases the accuracy of the gun. Two items with the price of one! The stock combines both the reliable accuracy of the extended barrel and reduces recoil! Very handy when used in medium range, but less so in close combat. Want to be more stealthy with a handgun? Say no more with these modification! The Silencer combined with the Stock allows for perfect accuracy and minimum recoil with the silent kill looming over the target. Have you ever wished to be a sniper, but only have a cruddy revolver? Well... Look at these things! The combination of these add-ons make for the perfect sniper/revolver. Just one point, aim, and click from far away and the target is dead! Want to go super commando black-ops? These are your modifications, just make sure that you have the time to put all these things on as the amount of add-ons are quite large. And if you run out of coins, use it as a club! Whew, with so many combinations to choose from, how do you make the probability tree even larger? Why, use different coins of course! These coins will just make things more hectic also combined with dust! Just what is this boy thinking? Why does he have so many choices to choose from? Why do I keep talking when I should be explaining the types of coins and dusts? Find out, in the next hider. FMJ - Full Metal Jacket * They normally penetrates through flesh, not used for hunting or self-defense. FMJRN - Full Metal Jacket Round Nose * Used normally for handguns and rifles. FMJBT - Full Metal Jacket Boat Tail * More aerodynamic, long shot bullets OTM - Open Tipped * Better grade FMJ, only slightly better than FMJ. HP - Hollow Point * Default bullet. Greater impact when hitting, stops within body. SP - Soft Point * Alternative to HP, similar to FMJ. Weaker than HP, but still greater than FMJ. Ballistic Tip * Best of both worlds, better than HP and FMJ. Frangible * Softer than most bullets, weak enough to shatter into pieces when hitting a surface. Steel Core * Armor piercing, dangerous situation if ricochets. Tracer * Shows the pathing of the bullet, often starts fires. * Red = Fire * Dark Blue = Ice * Yellow = Lightning * Green = Wind Wow! That is a lot of stuff to handle! Amrite!? Well, nothing that Valin can't handle. He likes being random, or make people think he is random. Either way, with all that amount of variations for guns and bullets. Can't wait to see it in action. Specialty: Fighting style? Well, like many teenagers and young adults inside of the fine establishment, he uses a gun! Revolvers are mainly preferred to be used in short to medium distances. However, with the right set of add-ons can really change the fighting style of the boy and the field around him. So, he prefers to be close to the action, but not too close to be stabbed or slashed at from close combat range. He isn't the best at agility and stamina, but he could hold on his own if necessary. Just not for too long. Semblance: Luck - Just as the name says, his semblance gives him the ability to get lucky. Now, you might be thinking, can't he use that for any type of situation? From getting the right answer on a multiple choice test to getting a girlfriend? Nah, it takes a immense amount of focus and strain to activate his semblance. Valin can maybe use it three or four times for reloading, and any further would be very dangerous for his health. So, he only uses it in life threatening situations. Personality: Valin loves the chaotic life style that he has chosen. Disorder flows through his veins and confusion is the type of aura that he usually gives off to others. He is the type of person that likes to cause trouble for others, be they friend or foe, all are the same to him. So, with that kind of attitude towards people, he doesn't really make friends very often, and many dislike him for his reckless and negative attitude. However, he ignores this all while giving the same crooked smile and chittering chuckles. So, the enigma of Valin can't be broken, very surprising. Or maybe, people haven't tried hard enough to break through that hard shell of his. There could be something under the vast amount of layers of cynicism, irritation, and confusion. Who knows? He might actually just be crazy, you figure it out. Color: Ultramarine Emblem: Placed upon the back of his clothes is the image of a skull with a cross going through the left eye socket. Appearance: Averaging around the height of 5'11, a decent height among growing boys, Valin is usually 5'9 when slouching and most likely very bad posturing for his back. Furthermore, his physique reaches an average of not too skinny or pudgy, he is muscular under his clothes, but most students at Beacon have to be for fighting. However, his handsome body is completely messed up by his attire and grooming which makes him look undesirable. Valin's hair is completely messed up most of the time, it looks like he woke up straight from bed and didn't do anything with it at all. Clothes are usually wrinkled and randomly thrown on, barley resembling any type of fashion. The only things that remains consistent with his appearance is the eye patch covering his left eye, his light pack, and his ammo belt that hangs loosely from his hips.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga Silence enveloped her as she unknowingly slept on, her head remaining on her desk. She had been feeling weary, her entire body aching for sleep. She was still too used to sleeping in the day, and sparring with the bubbly Emmy only wore her out even further. The countless nights she spent awake before she was accepted by Beacon now seemed like an old good memory. The paper ball hit her head. Sangue slowly opened her eyes. "..." ... ... ... "...!!!" The red-haired woman suddenly reached for her head, her eyes widened in surprise. Something just woke her up, and it was not her timer. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anything important happened yet. Nothing. The woman straightened herself. Sangue looked at the paper ball crumpled on her desk, her expression idle, but her eyes still wide. She picked it up. The crumpled thing had woken her up, it seemed. "..." The woman glared at the paper ball in both thankfulness and confusion. She looked up as she held onto the ball. She felt pretty awake now. At least, she thought she was awake now. She needed to take notes, so she needed to stay awake.</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver \| Aura Control Class "And I am Varius", he responded. Jasmine stepped up into position and Varius did the same. It seems she decided to be the one to try the counter first. She beckoned him to strike as the lesson required. "Very well then", he said, dropping into a stance, and then winding up a straight punch, before stepping forward with his aura concentrated into his fist and striking towards her centre, the exact place Jasmine had put her guard. As he predicted, his attack would be repelled by her aura, as he was countered, he adapted his stance with a foot back and absorbing the stagger force into his torso by rotating in response. Though unexpectedly... This was a very effective technique. He wasn't able to fully recover or shrug the stagger off, in fact he slid back a little.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class Advanced manipulation of one's soul, huh? To extend one's own self away from their very body to strike at the enemy, it was honestly a pretty snazzy, yet also incredibly intriguing, manner of combat. What would overexertion do to how someone perceived themselves? How would it affect their personality? It was really some food for thought, and the metaphysics that lied behind it all could be staggering. How did it all work? Why did they have souls? Why could they do the really cool 武术 with them? It was so strange. Yet also so incredibly awesome. Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. His cheery, purple eyes ambled across the room, watching his fellow classmates partner up and get to work with testing out what Teach' had just showed them. It was fun, seeing how everyone's aura worked. The sparks and bright lights of people's souls drew quiet "oohs" and "aahs" from his mouth, his curiosity absolutely transfixed by the sights. It looked really fun, though everyone seemed to have already partnered up, like Boss V with that lynx girl (Jasmine, his mind supplied). Was nobody free? Naoko over there seemed a bit aimless. Maybe he should intervene. Large eyes transfixing themselves at the back of the other boy's head, Taidan's Semblance arm detached from his body, the intangible, invisible essence travelling down the rows of seats towards his fellow member in Team KNVS. It solidified at the hand, and gently began to ruffle at Naoko's greying hair.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – History Class Vega arrived inside history class to seeing most of the seats had been filled. Looking around, she could not find Gratia or Napoli. Napoli most likely skipped class and Gratia picking up the new teammate as the replacement for Bianca. So, she sat down in the back of the class and opened up her scroll to messaging. She sent a text to Gratia. I'm in history class. Are bringing our new teammate? What's the person name? With that, Vega then focused on listening to Professor Oobleck speaking about history. -- Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Aura Control Class Pinpoint counter…hm as Vanhomrigh and Iderson demonstrated. The concept of Aura control was not foreign to Sarina. She experimented with her aura as a weapon before attaining Arbiter/Tormento and her semblance which seemed so long ago though. Pinpoint counter was an interesting concept and she could apply to her semblance defensive capabilities. Her class then went into partners for practicing pinpoint counter. Sarina didn't have any partner as she looked around. Banks had paired up with Gilver and her other teammates were not around. Sarina had a deep curiosity for Varius as she briefly looked at him. When she transferred to Beacon during her 3rd year, other students compared her to him as being similar and some people pressuring her to date Varius and go into relationship with him which she ignored. Either way, Sarina had some interest in knowing more about him since they are part of the same graduating class as she waited for a partner reclining near a wall.</s>	<\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask. His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down. Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy." Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.</s>
<\|description\|>Valin Nash Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Slot, his completely ordinary revolver. A brand of revolver that could quite easily be constructed and sold right off the counter in any shop that could legally sell guns. Yep, just his not out of the ordinary gun that he carries around, nothing to really see here. So, with that out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! Now, there are two reasons why the gun is called slot. First, he calls his bullets coins, and pretends the 'coins' are going into the 'slot'. He likes to imagine things. Second, the orderly and simplistic design of his weapon makes it quite easy to add any attachments into his gun, thus, making it so that his gun has tons of slots for add-ons! He came up with that name all by himself. There are several variants of his weapon, all attachments are kept within his light weight pack with other things crammed inside. The base of Valin's arsenal, carrying basic iron sights and nothing else. If Stealth is the name, this is his main. Built to cut down on noise, reduce recoil, and no longer emit muzzle flash. No one will know what hit them if they are the target. Sometimes, the best kill is from afar. The extended barrel allows the bullet to travel in controlled manner than before, which increases the accuracy of the gun. Two items with the price of one! The stock combines both the reliable accuracy of the extended barrel and reduces recoil! Very handy when used in medium range, but less so in close combat. Want to be more stealthy with a handgun? Say no more with these modification! The Silencer combined with the Stock allows for perfect accuracy and minimum recoil with the silent kill looming over the target. Have you ever wished to be a sniper, but only have a cruddy revolver? Well... Look at these things! The combination of these add-ons make for the perfect sniper/revolver. Just one point, aim, and click from far away and the target is dead! Want to go super commando black-ops? These are your modifications, just make sure that you have the time to put all these things on as the amount of add-ons are quite large. And if you run out of coins, use it as a club! Whew, with so many combinations to choose from, how do you make the probability tree even larger? Why, use different coins of course! These coins will just make things more hectic also combined with dust! Just what is this boy thinking? Why does he have so many choices to choose from? Why do I keep talking when I should be explaining the types of coins and dusts? Find out, in the next hider. FMJ - Full Metal Jacket * They normally penetrates through flesh, not used for hunting or self-defense. FMJRN - Full Metal Jacket Round Nose * Used normally for handguns and rifles. FMJBT - Full Metal Jacket Boat Tail * More aerodynamic, long shot bullets OTM - Open Tipped * Better grade FMJ, only slightly better than FMJ. HP - Hollow Point * Default bullet. Greater impact when hitting, stops within body. SP - Soft Point * Alternative to HP, similar to FMJ. Weaker than HP, but still greater than FMJ. Ballistic Tip * Best of both worlds, better than HP and FMJ. Frangible * Softer than most bullets, weak enough to shatter into pieces when hitting a surface. Steel Core * Armor piercing, dangerous situation if ricochets. Tracer * Shows the pathing of the bullet, often starts fires. * Red = Fire * Dark Blue = Ice * Yellow = Lightning * Green = Wind Wow! That is a lot of stuff to handle! Amrite!? Well, nothing that Valin can't handle. He likes being random, or make people think he is random. Either way, with all that amount of variations for guns and bullets. Can't wait to see it in action. Specialty: Fighting style? Well, like many teenagers and young adults inside of the fine establishment, he uses a gun! Revolvers are mainly preferred to be used in short to medium distances. However, with the right set of add-ons can really change the fighting style of the boy and the field around him. So, he prefers to be close to the action, but not too close to be stabbed or slashed at from close combat range. He isn't the best at agility and stamina, but he could hold on his own if necessary. Just not for too long. Semblance: Luck - Just as the name says, his semblance gives him the ability to get lucky. Now, you might be thinking, can't he use that for any type of situation? From getting the right answer on a multiple choice test to getting a girlfriend? Nah, it takes a immense amount of focus and strain to activate his semblance. Valin can maybe use it three or four times for reloading, and any further would be very dangerous for his health. So, he only uses it in life threatening situations. Personality: Valin loves the chaotic life style that he has chosen. Disorder flows through his veins and confusion is the type of aura that he usually gives off to others. He is the type of person that likes to cause trouble for others, be they friend or foe, all are the same to him. So, with that kind of attitude towards people, he doesn't really make friends very often, and many dislike him for his reckless and negative attitude. However, he ignores this all while giving the same crooked smile and chittering chuckles. So, the enigma of Valin can't be broken, very surprising. Or maybe, people haven't tried hard enough to break through that hard shell of his. There could be something under the vast amount of layers of cynicism, irritation, and confusion. Who knows? He might actually just be crazy, you figure it out. Color: Ultramarine Emblem: Placed upon the back of his clothes is the image of a skull with a cross going through the left eye socket. Appearance: Averaging around the height of 5'11, a decent height among growing boys, Valin is usually 5'9 when slouching and most likely very bad posturing for his back. Furthermore, his physique reaches an average of not too skinny or pudgy, he is muscular under his clothes, but most students at Beacon have to be for fighting. However, his handsome body is completely messed up by his attire and grooming which makes him look undesirable. Valin's hair is completely messed up most of the time, it looks like he woke up straight from bed and didn't do anything with it at all. Clothes are usually wrinkled and randomly thrown on, barley resembling any type of fashion. The only things that remains consistent with his appearance is the eye patch covering his left eye, his light pack, and his ammo belt that hangs loosely from his hips.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Deli N'Doul Robert ignored the pain from Vixi's overly eager handshake. Taking a step back after being pulled slightly forward by her, he responded, "It's fine. Well, let me introduce you to the rest of the team." Robert pointed toward Delta and said, "The guy in gray of there with the small familiar is Delta. The familiar is actually his semblance, who is named Eve. They're pretty nice." Next he pointed to Grane. "And the snake faunas is Grane. He seems nice, too." He turned back toward their fourth, final member. "I've only known them for a couple hours so I'm sorry for not having more of a description. Anyway, everyone else here are just some of the various friends we've made in our... I think this is our second week of classes. Time seems to pass very slowly here at Beacon." Searching his mind for something further to talk about, he decided to ask, "Anyone here you want me to help introduce you to? I know most of everyone here since, unlike everyone else on the team, I've been here since the beginning of the year."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Cafeteria It would take Jack some time to check his phone as he ate, but as soon as he had his fill he was already walking outside to do whatever else until his next class began, which seemed to be Grimm Studies. It was that or Armoury, normally he would have chosen Armoury, but he instead opt for Grimm Studies. It would do him better if he knew weak points and it was also useful for scouting. In any case, he noticed his phone had a notification from almost 10 minutes ago. "Next class huh...?", a simple question. >I've got Grimm Studies next.</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Sterling Johnson He rolled his eyes and scoffed, picking up his scroll mid-polishing session of Nuada. Of course it was Sarina who'd have the cheek to try and pull a fast one on him like that. Crazy girl... >Hey, like I said, a day out. And it was family health stuff, I got excused already. >You sure you don't need me to remind you how to do it instead? He fired back thusly. On both accounts, little more than good-natured ribbing, without real weight behind it. Such was the way of the Jurassic. >Speaking of, did you guys add the new girl to this? >Clair something, right? Luke Schwarz -- Networking Grimm Studies, huh? A fairly useful class to have. He'd taken Armory himself, hoping to perhaps learn how to better utilize and upgrade his drillfists, but knowing thy enemy... To be fair, there's also "know thyself". I believe that's how the phrase goes. Maybe not. Been a while. Either way, the knowledge would undoubtedly prove valuable in future missions, whether espoused by Jack or by himself. And with Beacon's somewhat laissez-faire attitude on switching classes, he could always switch out. Best to taste both before deciding, though, so in the meantime... >Armory here.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria >An ornithopter bound for Mistral seems like a fucking enormous piece of shit to shove up there. >You must have practiced a lot to fit it in. Gratia allowed her eyes to wander across the room. Sweaty, unwashed masses of the lesser surrounded her, their irksome chit-chatter filling the air around her lone table. It was utterly irking, annoying and completely unwanted. But that was the life of a student, to spend one's time amongst the inferior. Like the beacon of a lighthouse surveying the night seas for inbound ships, the headphone-wearing girl's eyes scanned across the room with unwavering intensity. For all that she seemed bored out of her fucking skull, she was intent on studying everyone. >Cafeteria. For example, one thing that piqued her interest was Mr Luke Schwarz, who was sitting alone at the table right next to her. Specifically, that strange moving strand of hair. What made it move?</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze Reading the message from Luke Cian thought to herself if she remembered correctly her next class was armory. Which she choose on the theory that she would be needing to get a better understanding of her own weapon and upgrade it eventually. "Sorry for the delay didn't see that I have a message Luke. Well beyond that my next class should be Armory." She quickly typed and sent it wouldn't hurt perhaps she could finally start on upgrading her weapon. Her pride and joy was her weapon a multi variable assault rifle Byakko still it did need a upgrade but she still needed time to figure out how she was going to do it.</s>	<\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Vale Hospital The car was pretty nice, it was pretty cramped due to the small size of the vehicle, but the aesthetic of the car made it look something very pretty to look at for couple of hours. And, it was just the car that Valin loved to destroy, the rich deserve to pay for it if it wasn't properly protected, even if it was in their home. Valin chuckled, destruction was an art, people like to make it out to be horrible and disgusting, and it was true to the people that destroy with no sense of taste. However, a true professional can make some good out of the bad, and that is what Valin specialized in. He glanced over to the other two with a slight frown, those two really needed to be less uptight about things, being playful and decent, it seemed to work wonders on people! Although Valin can be a hypocrite sometimes on that rule, he isn't always playful. Valin looked back out the window, ignoring the others for now, they would do their job, and he shall do his own. Valin soon found himself outside the hospital, hiding in the shadows, waiting for his target to come around to the sanitary place. He glanced around, large parking lot, vehicles filling up those parking spaces, and some other things scattered around the place that would make for some decent cover. Oh, the noise shall be glorious when the firefight should start. He soon spotted the bus carrying the princess, or the princess's class. He smirked to himself, the chaos beings. Valin donned his mask, and pulled out his revolver, he inserted six random bullets into the chamber, and made his way over to the children. The driver, noticing the masked man was immediately suspicious of the figure, reaching for his radio to alert the presence of the mysterious man, the figure pulled out his gun. "Get down!" The bus driver screamed to the kids. Boom. The driver soon feel from his seat, a hollow point entered the driver's arm, he had cried in pain from the wound. The kids screamed at the sight, and they began to panic even more as the masked man reached the entrance of the bus. Using the butt of the revolver, he smashed the glass surrounding the door and kicked it open. "Calm down! Calm down! I'm just here to check the safety of this bus!" Valin screamed at the kids, but as they were still young, so many were mainly just screaming and panicking. "Ugh, kids, am I right?" He directed to the bus driver. "Pl-Please, don't hurt them..." The driver moaned out, Valin chuckled at the statement. "Why? Why should I not? Small, fragile, and easy to pick on. Why shouldn't I murder everyone in here, including you! Huh? Who's going to stop me? The bus driver for kids?" Valin goaded, "If you don't want these kids harmed, then you better do something about it." Valin raised his gun up to the roof, firing five more times to make most of the crying simmer down. "There... All nice and quiet, so, while we wait, who wants to play hangman? I'm very good at that game."</s>
<\|description\|>Jasmine Grace Banks (Just a sketch) Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Lynx) Weapon: Bonecrusher A large baseball bat-like club meant to deal brute force to, well, crush bones. It can also be used to hit projectiles at enemies, most notable being grenades and—a few—pressured canisters filled with dust for a little oomph. Specialty: Close combat is ideal for Banks, and she struggles with an enemy she can't get close too. Her specifics with close combat including keeping an enemy distracted or busy, leaving the more slicing and dicing type of damage to her teammates. Semblance: Aegis Jasmine can use her aura to construct barriers. These barriers or shields can be used to protect her, her teammates (with extra effort), or reinforce her weapon for some extra damage. Theoretically, she could use it to project her aura outwards as a force, but she hasn't given much thought or practice to that. Personality: Jasmine is headstrong and confident and she's always sure of what she wants. However, she's rather complacent for a Faunus and strays away from politics and race issues where her input should be heard--she's not a big idea person. If she can't smash it, she's not sure how to confront it. She can smash grimm, at least. That said, she isn't necessarily violent, but she does speak through her actions and she does like physical contact in expressing herself. Are you sad? She'll hold you and pet your head (there, there). Pissed her off? She'll shove you off a cliff. Her grades are less than stellar than the average, but her combat and fitness is well trained. Color: Golden Jade Emblem: Appearance: Jasmine is relatively tall for a young woman, and has dark silky hair that occasionally falls over her face. Her eyes are a deep green and her skin a light olive and painted with large freckles all over her body. She's curvy and well-muscled, her arms and legs toned to give and take heavy hits. While her faunus heritage isn't noticeable at first glance, her relatively large freckles, sharp canine teeth, and cat-like eyes give plenty of hints to others. She tends to wear a cropped leather jacket (deep green) over a tank top, tight pants, and tennis shoes.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. "Uhm, Moku? Are you alright?" Of course she wouldn't have any idea that this probably might even have been Mokuren's first hug ever. Maybe she just destroyed a precious moment in her life without even noticing. "Uh... I'm sorry!", Skyra uttered and let go of the shut-down girl. "I didn't know you were uncomfortable with hugging. Was this your first ever hug? I hug people all the time. Well, the people I like anyways.", Skyra sputtered in quick succession. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops... Shiro turned his head when Abel made his sudden and rather convenient appearance. "Well, that was fast." Listening for a moment, he then turned away when his friend was finished speaking. His ears drooped and his tail lazily swept the shingles behind him when Abel mentioned returning to the hellacious class period that was Mathematics. "Awe, but I don't wanna go back.." A little contradictory as he dreaded being late to class.. But didn't quite care that he was essentially skipping class. Did it count against your attendance record if you appeared for roll call then dipped out? He didn't know. Looking back to Gren, he removed his hood when the jolly green giant blotted out the light to protect his eyes from the glaring sun's rays. He smiled and was about to voice his thanks, until the next words that came from Gren's mouth questioned Shiro and his Semblance. His body grew rigid as he froze in place solid, his voice getting caught in his throat for the second time that he could remember for the day. Blinking, Shiro watched as Gren displayed a hologram of...someone who looked to be himself. But frowning, he tilted his head. He didn't recall that event. In fact, he didn't recall telling Abel or Gren anything about the details of his powers. Had he ever done that? He didn't know. Eyes raising to meet Gren's as he spoke, he again sat in silence. Paying close attention, like a good little boy should. Golden eyes looking at the hologram and then to Gren at alternating intervals. Shiro appreciated Gren's concern for him, he truly did. But it wasn't as if he could help his memory loss. When Gren questioned his memory of who Shiro was and what he could remember he looked away. Lowered eyes scanning the shingles in front of him. "Remember...about myself?" Shiro scratched at a shingle as he bit his lips. "Geez, this feels more like an interrogation than anything.." He felt extremely nervous. Uneasy. Uncomfortable. It wasn't hard to tell as his ears frantically twitched around, his tail sweeping to and fro restlessly. He could feel a potential attack coming, but he cleared his throat and fought it back. "Come on, Shiro. You can do this. Just one thing at a time..." Shiro sighed and looked up at Gren, repositioning himself so that he addressed Abel as well. "I don't have a family. My childhood was nothing special, and the past is just that. The past. Behind me. Nothing unique to talk about. There's nothing wrong with me." Shiro crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks out a little, as if he pouted. Straight and to the point. "If this is going to be some sort of 'interrogate Shiro' pow wow. Then I won't have any of it." Shiro stood and dusted his rear off. Normally, Shiro would be blabbing away as he suffered from another unofficial disease. Word vomit. Diarrhea of the mouth. Thankfully, something helped him from spilling his heart and guts out. "All I do know is that I'm Kuhaku Shiro. I'm 17 years old and I'm a White Tiger Faunus. Most importantly, I'm a student here at the prestigious Beacon Academy training to become a Hunter. Not just any Hunter too, but a great one. A legendary one." Pointing to Abel and Gren, he continued. "Who you and Abel were in the past doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is that you're by my side and that you're my friends. You two have my back and I have yours." Adjusting his clothing and his belongings that were slung on his back, Shiro casually turned away from Gren to walk off. "You can't stop me from using my powers and I won't. If your lives were ever in danger and depended on me giving us a bit of an edge, then I won't hesitate to do whatever is necessary. No matter the cost, no matter what happens to me." His tone then changed. His expression brightened as he grinned at Abel, approaching him. It was painfully obvious what he was trying to do. "So! Enough of that! Abel, spill the deets. What's the sitch? Got any info on what's going on down there with that funky music?" Clearly, he was trying to weasel his way out of another uncomfortable situation. Trying to change the topic of discussion. Trying to run away from the conversation.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze She sat down as she hummed a quiet tune to herself the noise seemed to have stopped and despite that a new one tooks its place. "Chaos seems to spread from one drop much like water water forms ripples" She said quietly to herself as she watched the people. Things was really odd but she supposed it was just another day all things considered. Hopefully though things got back to some form of order soon as she was really getting tired of all the chaos.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Halls of Beacon Robert was definitely disappointed after being told by Ozpin to head back to class, partly because of how boring Math was but mostly because he wanted to help with the "new arrival." That's the kind of person he was, the kind who would put anyone's safety above his own. Nonetheless, he obeyed the orders of his superiors. "Yes, Mr. Ozpin," Robert replied. One of the other students that Robert had never seen before then began addressing him and the other new guy. "Team leader-? he asked in confusion. Momentarily, the red-haired student turned his back to his new teammates. "He means me. Why am I their team leader when I already lead a team? Unless Priscilla, Greyson, and Daniel are truly gone. What does Ozpin know that I don't?" he whispered to himself. Robert didn't expect anything diabolical from Beacon's headmaster, but the fact remained that overnight his team went missing and was replaced the next morning. Ozpin had to have had some kind of evidence that his original team wasn't coming back and, no matter how horrible the truth might be, Robert needed to find out what it was. For now, he needed to act normal, people were in need of his help. Even if it wasn't a dire emergency. Turning back to the two, Robert replied, "Yeah, we should go to Mr. Fullbuster's class. I think there's a vending machine on the way there. Come on." -=-=- The leader of the, as of yet, unnamed and incomplete team was lost in thought, mumbling to himself as he sat at his seat. "Did someone take them? And if so, why didn't they take me? Why was I spared? If they're in danger, I would have gladly taken any of their spots if given the choice. Why didn't they- What?" Robert stared, mystified at the strange figure that was Delta's semblance. Strange as it might have been, he saw nothing wrong with being friendly with the small creature, and answered its questions. "Slow down there little... Guy? Girl? Thing? I'm, uh, fine I guess. Yeah, I got some paper Delta could use. What are teammates for, right? Yes, History is next. And, uh, what was the next question? Lunch? Yeah, lunch. Um, I don't know. The Beacon cafeteria usually has a wide range of food. Pizza, burgers, nachos, et cetera. And you want to know more about me, huh? Uhh, where to start? Hmm. Could you be more specific on what you want to know?"</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane reluctantly left the infirmary quickly making her way back to math, she still had that one nasty problem, but at least with the music gone she could focus on it now. To her surprise when she looked at the problem again she found what she was doing wrong and quickly solved it. Krysthane closed her book satisfied... and now bored. She found herself wondering what her next period would be like.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren took a while to realize that Skyra had stopped hugging her. Then, systems rebooted, and she regained control of herself, blushing in a rather embarassed manner. "I...sorry. You didn't hurt me, its just. I.....never really get a lot of emotion directed at me that isn't scorn, or disdain. And it's not just because I am a Faunus either. I'm sure you have noticed that I have a rather, unique personality. And I try to control it, but it never really works out right. And so everyone hates me because they don't understand me. You are the first one who has felt friendly towards me. And, the first person to hug me in a very long time. I, I, think I am feeling emotion for you as well. Really thought I had lost that ability, but it's back now..." Mokuren rambled on, hoping Skyra wouldn't dislike her for all the sudden talking she was doing.</s>	<\|message\|>Jasmine Grace Banks Jasmine Grace Banks: tall, toned, tough. Even if it wasn't obvious in Beacon's school uniform, it was hinted at when she rolled the sleeves up to reveal her hairy and hard forearms. This was typically the case, as the uniform grew too hot for her too often, and even in her senior year she wasn't quite used to it. She didn't care much for the dress code, made even more clear by her skirt being pulled up just a tad too high--but have you seen her legs? Well of course you have, everyone has, and they're great so who can complain? The young woman sauntered down the hall toward her class. Her green eyes flickered about, eyeing freshmen; it was strange how much younger a few years could make them look, but it mostly their clueless and nervous behavior that made them the most noticeable. When she finally arrived at her class, she yawned, her fang-like canines visible for the moment her mouth was stretched far open in tiredness.</s>
<\|description\|>Jasmine Grace Banks (Just a sketch) Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Lynx) Weapon: Bonecrusher A large baseball bat-like club meant to deal brute force to, well, crush bones. It can also be used to hit projectiles at enemies, most notable being grenades and—a few—pressured canisters filled with dust for a little oomph. Specialty: Close combat is ideal for Banks, and she struggles with an enemy she can't get close too. Her specifics with close combat including keeping an enemy distracted or busy, leaving the more slicing and dicing type of damage to her teammates. Semblance: Aegis Jasmine can use her aura to construct barriers. These barriers or shields can be used to protect her, her teammates (with extra effort), or reinforce her weapon for some extra damage. Theoretically, she could use it to project her aura outwards as a force, but she hasn't given much thought or practice to that. Personality: Jasmine is headstrong and confident and she's always sure of what she wants. However, she's rather complacent for a Faunus and strays away from politics and race issues where her input should be heard--she's not a big idea person. If she can't smash it, she's not sure how to confront it. She can smash grimm, at least. That said, she isn't necessarily violent, but she does speak through her actions and she does like physical contact in expressing herself. Are you sad? She'll hold you and pet your head (there, there). Pissed her off? She'll shove you off a cliff. Her grades are less than stellar than the average, but her combat and fitness is well trained. Color: Golden Jade Emblem: Appearance: Jasmine is relatively tall for a young woman, and has dark silky hair that occasionally falls over her face. Her eyes are a deep green and her skin a light olive and painted with large freckles all over her body. She's curvy and well-muscled, her arms and legs toned to give and take heavy hits. While her faunus heritage isn't noticeable at first glance, her relatively large freckles, sharp canine teeth, and cat-like eyes give plenty of hints to others. She tends to wear a cropped leather jacket (deep green) over a tank top, tight pants, and tennis shoes.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox History was boring and despite how quickly Oobleck was talking to Ebon it felt like it lasted forever. He plugged his headphones in and listened to music for the entire class. He did keep his mind open to Oobleck in case he tries to call for him to answer a question. Ebon would just pluck the answer out of Oobleck's head and repeat it just so it looked like he was paying attention. Eventually the lunch bell rang and Ebon slowly made his way out of the class and towards the cafeteria. Maybe he'd try out that new deli. As he was walking out he noticed that Skyra wasn't at class. He may not pay attention in class, but it would look bad on him if one of the members of his own team had skipped out. Even if it was just her. Taking out his Scroll Ebon made Skyra a text message. "Where are you at? I didn't see you in history." Ebon was about to send it to Skyra hen he spotted her talking to that faunus girl again. The same one who was at their dorms a while ago. Skyra seemed unhappy and Ebon was about to go over to see what was wrong when the fox faunus hugged Skyra. Staring at the two intently Ebon made a quick read of their minds. The fox faunus was a jumbled mess, but he got some feeling of confusion from her. Skyra was obviously sad but could discern some sort of feeling of betrayal. He wanted to go over and confront them, but he didn't have enough to work with. Despite what he initially thought he knew the fox faunus wasn't actively trying to hurt Skyra. Skyra herself didn't have all the answers in her head either. So instead Ebon walked out of sight but stayed close enough to get a read on their minds and hear them. They might not like him eavesdropping, but he didn't particularly like one of his team members getting emotionally hurt either. He stayed off too the side and put his headphones in his ears but didn't play any music.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Ah yes, 'Talking' Gren's arrival to the table was a bit of a surprise, but it wasn't particularly odd, all in all. The two teams had a rather substantial amount of communication with one another over the past week: between fighting, time spent on revelry, and during classes and lunch, CODE and SASG were rather intertwined. "Ah, hey Gren. Good to see you." Nodding as the boar faunus sat down, Oswald got ready to empty Cobalt's wallet. A physique like his or Gren's was...not something easily achieved. All in all, he ended up with everything but salad. And a second fish filet. He nearly matched Emmy's enthusiasm while eating his meal, but lacked the bubbly atmosphere. He looked more like a man meeting a long-lost lover. Emmy's mentioning the necessity to talk about their team situation dampened that enthusiasm, but he nodded. "Agreed. I personally don't mind if Gren's here for it, or anybody else from SASG, for that matter."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - New Deli Place Sapphire found Oobleck's way of talking rather disconcerting but also sort of fascinating. Like when you have a movie and turn fast forward on so all the characters are speaking and doing everything really really quickly. While Oobleck taught his class, which from the sound of it was closer to a semester in one hour Sapphire finished up her schematic for the device she was building. While she drew she was beginning to have thoughts about possibly making the gadgets collapsible like her daggers. The ones fixed to her boots could of course simply collapse into the boots but the hands would be a bit trickier. She couldn't have them as bracelets given how Morpheus and Phobator were stored, or rather would be stored when she recreated them in a couple of days. The bell rang as Sapphire was still thinking. She packed up her drawing deciding she'd finish it in armory class. Not long after the class wrapped up she got a text from Gren saying that he'd reserved a seat for the team for lunch. It didn't sound too bad and Sapphire could see from the group nature of the text that Shiro would be there. She could ask him about the pills after lunch. After all for all his bubbliness and destructive habits, he'd never struck her as crazy. At least not in the clinical sense of the phrase. When Sapphire arrived at the caf she scanned the area but was unable to locate Gren. He was a large boar faunus, the kind of person that sticks out in a crowd. Being unable to see him in the main mess Sapphire crossed over to the little deli the school had just opened. Once inside it wasn't difficult to find Gren. The new deli place was small and Gren stood out even in the largest of crowds. She was surprised if slightly pleasantly so to see Oswald at the table along with Diamond, Emmy and the idiot from the incident with the boy on the hill. She assumed he was the new team leader. She didn't know his name. Emmy as usual looked light enough to float, most likely cause there was fish in front of her. Oswald looked as though he'd been marooned on a desert island and he'd just discovered clean water. Diamond was looking suspicious as usual and Sapphire was still having difficulty reading Gren. She sat down at the table opposite Oswald and next to Diamond. Nearest seat to the exit which also faced the exit. An old habit that she'd not been able to shake. Besides it allowed her to keep an eye out for anyone she didn't want to associate with and make a quick retreat if the situation called for it. She ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and a drink before looking at Gren. "You called?" she asked wondering why he'd wanted the entire team together.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Securing Food and New Friends(?) History class had been history class. Not much else Napoli could say about it, although Beacon did have a more Vale-centric approach to the material. Personally, while Napoli enjoyed learning about history, after all it was something that he could quickly find use for, the students at Beacon appeared to be covering material his school had gone over last year. Of course most likely this was just a result of early review, a clearing of the veil that clouded past knowledge still locked away in the brains of these youthful hunters and huntresses in training. Get it? Veil like Vale. I swear I waste my best jokes internally. All that said, now was the time for food, and food would soon be acquired from the cafeteria he had seen previously during his Dei Tour. It was actually rather peaceful, seeing as Napoli had ditched both Boss and she who shall not be named, right now he could simply go about his carefree and merry way. At the cafeteria, Napoli, ever grateful for the free meals, grabbed some pasta with copious amounts of cheese. Now however came the true test of courage. Finding a seat in this overcrowded school. It was only through the vague recollection of a few other first years, that Napoli found a table that would most likely be accommodating. "Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Napoli Fiordilatte," Napoli greeted as he neared the assorted team, "I hope that my presence won't be any sort of intrusion and that you'll grant me the honor of dining with you fine gentlemen?" Who, @Jedly</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro: History Class -> Lunch When Sepia voiced that she hadn't really thought about the question when he posed it to her, she grew silent for the remainder of class. As the bell rung and signaled the start of the class, Shiro pulled out his Scroll and began to take notes on it in tablet form. He momentarily glanced over at another student who chimed in at the last moment about how he liked the food at Beacon. Something about the quality being better than his hometown. Blinking, as he didn't recognize the student Shiro kept quiet and focused on his note-taking. Fine-tuning his focus so that he caught as many important bits of the caffeinated Professor Oobleck's lecture as he could. --- The bell rung again, before Shiro knew it. Signaling the end of that class period already and the start of the lunch break. Smiling, Shiro collapsed his Scroll and put it away as he gathered his things. Looking up just in time to see Sepia grinning at him, he couldn't help but slowly grin back for whatever odd reason. Seeing other people smiling almost always made Shiro do the same, regardless of the situation. Whether their happiness and joy was infectious or his was, it was never quite clear to Shiro. Blinking, he tilted his head at Sepia's delayed answer. "First impressions?" Whatever could she mean? Had she met a lot of fun people? Come to think of it, what team was she on? Who were her teammates? Frowning, he was about to ask her what she meant by 'excellent first impressions' but became distracted at her question about lunch. "Oh, right. Lunch." Patting his tummy, he realized it was about that time. Though he didn't look like someone who ate a lot if he had the choice and Lien to, he'd constantly be eating. He had a black hole for a cast-iron stomach. Able to eat anything and in nearly any amount without becoming sick or lethargic. He just heavily preferred his high-protein rich foods. His Scroll buzzed and vibrated as he got a message. Pulling it out of his bag, he checked it as his eyes and face lit up. Looking back to Sepia, he grinned. "Yeah, I'm heading to lunch right now. Gonna meet the other Swansong members there and some extras. Would you like to come with?" Slipping his Scroll into his pocket instead, he hefted his bag and beckoned for Sepia to follow as he walked out of the class. "Come on!" --- On his way to lunch, Shiro looked up at the ceiling and 'grumped'. Frowning, he just remembered that he had forgotten to ask that one student what his favorite foods were and where did he call home. If he had his name, Shiro could just message him from his Scroll. But he didn't even remember to ask that much. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Shiro continued on his way.</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer History- A subject that could quickly turn into hell on earth with certain teachers, but Grane somehow managed to keep his sanity by the end of class. It was soon lunch time, and Gren invited him to meet his team. "Yeah, I'll meet you there. I'll invite my team too later alrite? Peace." He wondered how Gren's new team would be- Hopefully they'd get along, but if they were anything like Gren, then they'd get along quite easy peasy lemon squeezy. Receiving a text from Delta that he would go on to the dorm ahead without em, he decided to head to the cafeteria. Grane stopped on the way to the cafeteria, seeing Gren in what he assumed was a deli- It was hard to miss the guy after all. He saw Gren sitting down, engaging in conversation with a few other people. IT would probably be easier to have the meeting in the deli anyway, seeing as those people around Gren might be his teammates. Pulling out his scroll, and finding another text from Delta, he painfully pressed each key one by one to create a message. He still wasn't used to it, but Grane managed to send a reply. Grane entered the deli, and walked over to the table Gren and company were at. "Yo Gren! Hope I'm not intruding on anything too important. Called the crew to meet over here too. It'll be easier like that. This your team?" He smiled meekly, wondering what their first impression of him was.</s>	<\|message\|>Jasmine Grace Banks Jasmine - Aura Control "Ha!" Jasmine exclaimed, immediately dropping her guard and flexing her arms as Varius caught himself. "I did it!" She dropped her hands to her hips and posed with a cocky grin on her face. It went over her head in her excitement, but during his recover would be the perfect time to attack an enemy. She gloated a bit more, shifting from foot to foot out of energy, before shaking her hands free and sighing. "Okay. Your turn--it's easier than I thought it'd be," she admitted, taking on an offensive stance. "Ready when you are."</s>
<\|description\|>Sterling Johnson Age: 21 Gender: Manly Male Race: Human Weapon: Nuada, his artificial right Arm. Stylized to look like gothic plate armor of old, Nuada is both sleek and powerful, capable of amazing physical feats beyond even what the rest of Sterling's intensely trained and aurically powered body can achieve. Speed, dexterity, and power: everything's there, and ready to be tapped into at the drop of a hat. Not one to limit his options to mere fisticuffs (despite his love of a brawl), Nuada also sports a set of retractable blades running down the outside edge of the arm, culminating into a nasty-looking swordpoint that juts out from the elbow. Additionally, the wrist joint, in a feature deliberately and unrepentantly copied from Berserk, doubles as a cannon, once the hand is lowered, detached, or otherwise out of the way. Specialty: Anything from a brawler to a tank to even ranged support, Sterling is of the opinion that the name of the game is Versatility. Will, for simplicity's sake, default to frontline warrior should the choice present itself. Semblance: Airgetlam: The Silver Arm of the King. Allows Sterling absolute control over any metal he has handled in the past fiteen minutes within a fifty meter radius, bending it to his will and allowing him to order it around with but a thought. To that end, he always carries a small pouch of steel ball bearings on his person which he fools with regularly, often trying to create sculptures or some other method of both practicing his skills and fooling around. Personality: Goofy, humorous, and jovial almost to a fault, Sterling makes it a point to have fun with life, even in the face of the sometimes grim tasks he must undertake. In that regard, he often tries to affect the air of "cool older brother" to the incoming first-years whenever he works with them, both relaxed and ready to offer whatever advice he can. His wit is a strange beast that takes all comers, ranging from terrible puns to perfectly time zingers that almost make up for said puns. Brave enough to be brashly confident in the face of anything, or at least pretend, at the end of the day Johnson is a nice dude with a sense of justice that stands firm through any circumstance. Color: Sterling Silver Emblem: A silver fist crashing into a the face of some silhouette. Appearance: Tall and athletic, Johnson's powerful frame is typically draped by a navy bomber jacket, the left sleeve noticeably cut short to allow for ease of use with Nuada. Underneath lies a plain white tank top, and, depending on the weather, either an orange bandana or orange scarf around his neck. Unremarkable denim jeans and white sneakers take care of his lower half, and his silver hair is always, without fail, slicked back. His steel blue eyes sometimes find themselves behind aviators, and sometimes don't. Again, weather-dependent. Practically always smiling.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Airship Docks After receiving a bemusing and noncommittal response from Sapphire, Abel opted to leave her alone and make his way toward the airdocks to find the others and hopefully get the party started. The evening wouldn't last forever, after all, and now that he'd pledged himself to having a good time Abel was determined to make adequate use of every second. On the way, he began to feel a strange and uncomfortable sensation in his pants. At first, he dismissed it as one of those random feelings, but the second time it happened the guardian reached down to investigate. He slipped his hand into his left-side pocket and in short order encountered a bizarre object which he then attempted to grasp a hold of. Now stopped completely and standing in the middle of the hall, Abel slowly withdrew a long, wriggling, furry shape from his pocket and a few seconds later finally identified, to his very great surprise, exactly what it was. Fun! "Oh, hi, Scoot. Rooming with me today?" Abel held the ferret beneath the arms, just the way the online guide said how to, and watched the little beast's bottom half stretch down ward. "Wow, you're like a living slinky. Don't tell any of the others, but at this point I'm pretty sure you're the best thing ever." He put the ferret on his shoulder and started walking again, grinning as Scoot nipped gently at his ear. "Seriously, I never knew little weasels could be so great." Now more or less happy, Abel continued on toward the airdocks. He beheld Gren, Cobalt, and Ebon, waved, and then stood off to the side to wait for things to start. With Scoot around, he had something to occupy himself as he stood by, and did not in fact notice when Sapphire, Delta, and Grane arrived. The conversation between Sapphire and Gren went totally unnoticed, as important as it was.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren let the topic of Sapphire's family go for now, getting her to speak a decent paragraph to him. She likely doesn't like him very much now, but at least he opened the door to further potential. Abel was soon arriving, but before he could greet his friend Sapphire turned her weapon on Ebon, which honestly confused Gren. Unaware of Ebon's telepathic powers Gren was worried that he might have annoyed Sapphire to the point that she was looking for blood now. "Whoa whoa whoa! I know Ebon can be an ass but what's this all about Sapphire?" Even Grane arrived to this unfortunate scene, and Gren needed to quell it quickly somehow. He couldn't quite just ignore Sapphire, knowing thinking that it may be his fault for getting her riled up like this. And he certainly didn't want Grane and the others to start fighting amongst each other right now. "Well hey, looks like everyone is here! Some of us were having a hard time waiting, but now that the guest of honor has arrived we can head into the city. Just got to wait for the next airship and I'll take you around town. Let's head over there, and we'll take about where we're going to hit up first."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane grinned and muttered under her breath, "Won't I?" As soon as Emerald left the ground Krysthane leapt into the air herself, propelling herself upward with a mighty jump, aided by a powerful jet of water, along with a quick reduction of her own gravity. Since Krysthane had already been prepared to jump before Emerald was and since Emerald had to get both into the air and over Krysthane, Krysthane should be able to intercept her easily. And she did so by using her arms to flip herself forward, bringing her back leg into a powerful axe kick aimed directly at the center of Emerald's chest. This was already exciting, Krysthane waited eagerly for the solid collision of her boot with Emerald's aura. Then, somewhat belatedly, she realized that she may have over-committed to an attack when her opponent could easily move into the air and could quite possibly move out of the air. Oops?</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm) "Look, Lor," Ben paused a second, as if reflecting on what he'd done. Thinking about what he had said. No, no that didn't work. Bad nickname. Back to the drawing board for everyone except Amy. He still had no idea what nickname to derive from 'Sangue', and 'Lorena' wasn't much better. Lauren was more casual, but no shorter. And BASL's leader was off track now. He shook his head once, refocusing and fishing another energy drink out of his nightstand. "Lauren." "We're not going to find anywhere for that on campus. If we're going with that plan, we'll have to hop an airship to Vale." He glanced at the time on his scroll. "They run pretty much 'round the clock. We can make the next one if we want. Can run the few errands we have to do. Pick up some more painkillers. Get food. I don't think we've done a team burger run yet."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Lake The red-haired teen impacted with the water, causing quite a large splash. Robert stayed submerged for half a minute before sticking his head above the water and spitting it out like a fountain. "Only now, after already having had the lake water in my mouth, did I just realize that this might not be the cleanest source to drink from. Oh well, can't do anything about it now," he said. Taking a huge gulp of air, the boy dove back under the water. Unlike Shiro, he didn't have anything to keep his scroll dry so Robert left it with the rest of his belongings at the top of the cliff. With no light source and no re-breather, he was left with only one option, staying near the shallow ends of the lake. Checking the shallow ends of the lake was boring and tedious work, but Robert didn't mind. It was certainly annoying that he had to swim back to the surface for air every minute or so, but just knowing that he was helping his friends was enough for him to not care. Since he didn't have any form of communication available to him, he had to keep looking at the blurry figures that were the other students checking the lake. It was when he looked to check on Shiro that he saw it. A large tongue shot out from the dark and grabbed one of Ebon's drones. Robert didn't know what type of Grimm it was, but a tongue that huge would have to belong to a pretty large Grimm. The redhead swam to the surface for another gulp of air before diving back down, this time toward Shiro. He wanted to fire his weapons at the Ogdoad, but even if his weapons weren't still unable to fire thanks to the fight with Megaladeus, the tiger-faunas was way too close for Robert's comfort.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze - Range Not turning her head to the senior that was also in the range Cian replied as she took another shot "I haven't seen anyone here since I got here sorry I couldn't be of more help." With that said she looked forward and decided to switch it up standing up she changed targets to moving boards representing different grimm with a few to represent civilians. Switching to the long barrel mode she let shot after shot hitting each grimm at a proposed weak spot when she could. This was actually just her getting into a small competition and no longer about testing the goggles. Though on that thought she was hitting a majority of the targets with these odd shots because of said goggles.</s>	<\|message\|>Sterling Johnson He shrugged, expression changing to a glib, disappointed smirk. "Had a feeling you'd say that. Place seems kinda dead today." he replied easily, more beads whizzing downrange and into targets before drifting back into orbit around him. And not to mention, if Goodwitch was going so far as to extend a request for help from the student body, he had a hunch things weren't going to be that easy in the first place. Oh, it'd definitely be nice if it was, no disputing that, but it'd be pretty unlikely. "And just for the record, how long has 'since I got here' been? Because if you just got here, that doesn't tell me very much, and all that." He was curious, about those goggles on her head, to focus on something completely different. She have an aim assist program working there? The sound of shattering glass in stereo denoted he'd dealt a kill shot to two targets simultaneously, their fragmented holograms fading from view. Kid obviously loves her guns.</s>
<\|description\|>"Crimson" Volk Age: 32 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Randomized. His own body is an extreme weapon of his own; giving Volk a gun basically makes him more annoying to fight. Specialty: Volk is an all-around close-quarter-combat master who is both fast, strong, and durable. His Semblance makes him the ideal duelist, and the random weapons he brings can grant him crowd control. But he is not the strongest man in the world; he can still be brought down by those who mobilize against him. What makes him truly fearsome, however, is his mind. Volk's influence upon the black market allows him to grant him enough vision to make double-sided plans fervently. Volk's physical strength comes from multiple strength enhancing chemicals, its effects being permanent. Semblance: "Gilgamesh" - Volk's Aura exponentially increases based on how many people or Grimm are around him. If only one person is next to him in a small radius, then his Aura becomes extremely large in quantity, and he will be able to tank a lot of attacks. If multiple people are next to him, his Aura becomes smaller, but more condensed. This makes tanking less effective, but the condensing of the aura itself allows Volk to shrug off short blasts of damage. When alone, Volk's aura grows even larger to the point where the small radius around him is completely filled with his own. This Semblance makes it impossible to snipe Volk from afar, and forces people to confront him by themselves. Personality: Faunus, humans; all of their limbs are equally valuable, and each and every bit of a body part's financial worth is something Volk believes he should claim and sell for wealth. Volk is both calm and impatient: calm in the game of minds, and completely invigorated in the game of fists. He views himself without a whole lot of self-worth, and believes that his position as a leading black market dealer to be a well-earned one. All businesses are never evil in his eyes, for he thinks that everything is worth profiting off of. He is not afraid to profit off of illegal chemicals, weapons, and artifacts... and a dose of organ extractions for a couple more Liens. Color: "Death Red" like his right eye. Emblem: A crimson "V" with a red eye staring between it. Additional Info: -Volk's right eye is robotic. It has heat-detecting and motion-detecting capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Well, uh...if we want peace and quiet, we're probably not gonna find it in a class run by Oobleck." Lauren looked from her seated teammate to the power couple, who had by now approached her and Amy. A sudden throbbing in her head reminded her that she'd meant to follow Ben's lead and take something for her throbbing face. That fight had taken a lot out of her, and now that the math class had cleared out - and the throngs of people making their way to history were starting to be let loose - she realized that she felt like absolute dog crap. "I think a mid-morning power nap is exactly what we need to keep Bastille's walls impenetrable!"</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- To History Oswald slowly raised from his seat as math class ended, bringing his nearly empty worksheet to the front of the class and depositing it on Professor Fullbuster's desk with his head lowered. The professors mostly knew what to expect out of him at this point, but the difference was still day and night. Most of the other students, with hard work and study, could catch up reasonably well. Oswald, on the other hand, was stuck nearly seven or eight years in the past academically. The most complex equations he'd solved in the past were PEMDAS questions, and that was pushing it. Following after Cobalt, Oswald tried to shrug off the bitter feelings he was having, but to no avail. This was not going to be a good week, evidently. "Hey, boss. That was pretty fuckin' wild with that kid, huh? I swear, if I ever get my hands on those bastards..."</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Ick. History. Sepia's ear's flattened as she stepped into the classroom. Math had been tolerable enough, as even her scatterbrain could keep up when the information could be presented step-by-step, but memorizing dates and names was not in anyway easy or enjoyable. Do I even remember anything from last year, like, at all? she wondered as she looked around the room for an empty seat. Her eyes quickly settled on a familiar set of ears. Awww ... it's tiger boy. She smiled and walked over to where Shiro was sitting. "So we meet again, friend of the cat-snake known as 'ferret'." she grinned and pointed to the seat on his left. "This one taken?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - History Class His ears perked when a familiar voice spoke to him. Shiro peered over his shoulder to see who it was, an innocent and curious expression lighted in his eyes. "Hmm...I know that voice. I think." Smiling, his tail wagged happily behind him, recognizing his new friend. When you thought about it, it was really quite easy to befriend Shiro. Simply talk to the boy and hold a single conversation with him and it was a done deal. Consider yourself written into his 'Friend Book' "Oh, Sepia!" He cocked an eyebrow, trying to come up with something witty to say. "Yeah, that seat's taken already." Wait for a dramatic pause. "By...you! Shoot, go ahead boss. If anyone protests tell them they can shove it." He laughed, grinning in return. "And come on, I've got a name. Gave you the respect of remembering yours." Shiro teased, settling his head back on his desk with his eyes forward.</s> <\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin Nash - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin had been leaning against the wall for the last two hours, and he was bored out of his mind. Flipping a random bullet through his fingers, he glanced over towards his supposed teammates. Violet, apparently, she seemed to be the tough and no nonsense type of lady, and just the perfect person for him. There was also unknown standing around somewhere in this warehouse, unknown also being known as 'Amber'. Valin wasn't too sure of him, but someone that doesn't want to reveal their true name is obviously suspicious and hiding something from the entire group, he would figure out his secrets sooner or later. Finally, there was Akashi, he was definitely some type of rich boy. The way he postured himself, the weapon he carried combined with the high-tech ammo, and he heard that the kid had a pretty nice car. Heh heh heh, he could work with this group. So, Valin looked back at his bullet, he sighed to himself before a distinctive sound rang through the warehouse. Valin soon found himself holding his handheld radio by the antenna, he listened attentively to the plan being discussed by the mystery man, but with his eyes unfocused on the walkie-talkie, he didn't look like he was paying attention at all. However, by the end of the debrief, Valin was grinning ear to ear, he knew his role inside of the plan. The grimy boy broke out from his pose, he walked towards to the group with his arms spread out, and he exclaimed to the group. "Oh! I'll be the distracting factor of the group! I'll be sure to play my role as perfectly as possible, so you guys better put your 100% into this operation, mysterious man is expecting the best from us." Valin continued to grin at the group before turning his entire body around by spinning himself with his heel, his direction now heading towards the cardboard box for his equipment.</s>	<\|message\|>"Crimson" Volk It would not be long before he leaves the station. He knew it, regardless of whether the Midnight Squad was competent or not. The standards of human beings were set to three things: the amount of profit, the amount of bliss, and the amount of reputation they would receive from whatever they did. But these things were not always respectively money, innocent joy, and the hope of keeping a good image. Some of these things were revenge, guilty pleasure. The hope to instill fear upon all that stand before one. He remembered a young girl he visited at a hospital. She was diagnosed with an incurable illness. She asked him, "You're a bad person, aren't you?" when he shared some of the tales from his life he thought was interesting to him. And he revealed to her with a flat "No," because what he did was not necessarily bad. All he did was follow the three unwritten standards of mortals; he just followed them differently. History could be perceived in different ways. The leader of a Faunus rebellion organization may be viewed as a psychopath, but to others, he had the right to ask for sympathy. Calculus never ever had a single way to solve problems. All smart men knew how to use their mathematical knowledge flexibly. From simple equations such as permutations to complex structures such as multiple integration, anything could be used to find a result. Different methods led to different perspectives in every day life; he learned this. Both humans and Faunus rambled on about each other, claiming they were greedy and hypocritical. So it was natural for Volk to realize: Everything that is sentient can always be right and wrong. Because when the gift of sentience grants the three standards of mortal life to every single sentient life form, why was it wrong of him to simply... simply... Break... those standards... The girl died a few days later. He made sure to borrow her body and have his business associates chop it up for money. He liked making money, whether it be slow or fast. It showed progression in life and never ceased to bore him. But one day, if it did bore him, what would he become? So he thought about it, and he pondered about it, and he wondered about it. He was sure of one thing; if his interest in earning money died away, then he would simply be interested in something greater or lesser. And either way, he would view it as the right thing to do. Even if such things were not the happiest things to do. He remembered dozens of things. Things that left impressions on him. One time he actually helped a girl get her cat back. A king of a black market economy was not exempt from participating in society's trivial problems. All people who had class were proper people, regardless of how wrong their actions are viewed upon. It may seem repetitive, but again, no actions are wrong when they have reason. Only monsters were always wrong. They can't cry or think. Perhaps that was why it was so hard to find a monster. Not even the Grimm lacked the ability to think. He also remembered the more realistic side of his job. He remembered standing in a surgery room that did not belong to a hospital. It lacked nurses, but it was full of tools, so that was good. A loan shark had failed him big time, and when the man sent hundreds of men to kill Volk, it was only natural of the black market dealer to push aside his own men to safety. "Step aside," he remembered saying. "I deal with my trash." And those hundreds of men, he pummeled far more harshly than he would to a monster. Their reason for trying to kill him may not have been wrong, but alas, conflicts always began due to clashing reasons. His reason to fight was simply because he wanted to live. So he killed them. Before the chairman settled into a small, slightly red styrofoam box, Volk told him, "I'm brighter. That is the only reason why you lie here, lying with no more lies to amuse anyone with." And he made sure to watch the chairman move in comfortably into the styrofoam box as his right-hand man placed a screwdriver through his tongue. And then his teeth. And eyes. But his right-hand man was smart enough to leave the human mind for Volk himself to remove. And this event repeated itself over hundreds of times. He felt the touch of the organ that controlled the entirety of the human body. He observed it; he actually kept one in his office back at where he worked with the Midnight Squad just to muse over it when he got bored. Anything fresh, raw, ripe seemed perfect for profit. in a sense, Volk was a farmer. He would pick the ripest of crops and sell them for fair prices. He would open his own anonymous websites in the deep web; he played his cards right underneath the Internet's surface. People would not only buy the crops he bought, but they would also pick up the souvenirs he prepared. After all, it was hard to find weapons specifically designed to kill people these days. He was the best kind of farmer in the black market economy of its entirety. He had so many names, but everyone who made a deal with him knew of who he was. He was the sole reason why the black market stays strong. And he made sure that everyone feared him. Here he sat in a low-quarantine cell in a red suit. He remembered wearing a black suit before he became a big shot in the black markets. Yet, now, he wore a red suit, and he wondered why. It was no childish reason such as "I tainted my clothes with the blood of my enemies." He simply enjoyed the color red. Sometimes he would wear blue, but his personal assistants would berate him for wearing something that contrasted with his name. And he had to agree, it was childish of him to not live up to his name. But more than his name, he wanted to remember who he was at all times. So perhaps that was the reason why he did not wear red when he was not busy. Volk remained seated, his eyes closed as he meditated. He had fallen to the trap of bloodlust far too many times. He had gotten overboard and tarnished his redless clothes with red, even though he wanted to avoid such circumstances. He spoke silently, his mouth wording wise sayings straight out of old proverbs of various artifacts. After all, it would be problematic if he killed everyone in the entire station just by being a little ticked off at how they made his suit dusty.</s>
<\|description\|>"Crimson" Volk Age: 32 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Randomized. His own body is an extreme weapon of his own; giving Volk a gun basically makes him more annoying to fight. Specialty: Volk is an all-around close-quarter-combat master who is both fast, strong, and durable. His Semblance makes him the ideal duelist, and the random weapons he brings can grant him crowd control. But he is not the strongest man in the world; he can still be brought down by those who mobilize against him. What makes him truly fearsome, however, is his mind. Volk's influence upon the black market allows him to grant him enough vision to make double-sided plans fervently. Volk's physical strength comes from multiple strength enhancing chemicals, its effects being permanent. Semblance: "Gilgamesh" - Volk's Aura exponentially increases based on how many people or Grimm are around him. If only one person is next to him in a small radius, then his Aura becomes extremely large in quantity, and he will be able to tank a lot of attacks. If multiple people are next to him, his Aura becomes smaller, but more condensed. This makes tanking less effective, but the condensing of the aura itself allows Volk to shrug off short blasts of damage. When alone, Volk's aura grows even larger to the point where the small radius around him is completely filled with his own. This Semblance makes it impossible to snipe Volk from afar, and forces people to confront him by themselves. Personality: Faunus, humans; all of their limbs are equally valuable, and each and every bit of a body part's financial worth is something Volk believes he should claim and sell for wealth. Volk is both calm and impatient: calm in the game of minds, and completely invigorated in the game of fists. He views himself without a whole lot of self-worth, and believes that his position as a leading black market dealer to be a well-earned one. All businesses are never evil in his eyes, for he thinks that everything is worth profiting off of. He is not afraid to profit off of illegal chemicals, weapons, and artifacts... and a dose of organ extractions for a couple more Liens. Color: "Death Red" like his right eye. Emblem: A crimson "V" with a red eye staring between it. Additional Info: -Volk's right eye is robotic. It has heat-detecting and motion-detecting capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Subject of Interrogratian "I've noticed people tell me it happens a lot, but I've never seen it myself." he fired back, intimidated but not deterred. "In fact, the first time I heard about it, I stared at myself in the mirror for nearly two hours to see if it'd do anything." And as it happened, two boring hours passed. Without the odd outstanding emotional stimulus nor Shinbou-inspired writing (okay, imagery) direction to produce a reaction, it simply lead to one very bored Schwarz son milling about his room before collapsing onto his bed for a mid-afternoon nap. Really, the only potential evidence he'd found towards the theory was one very, very brief instance where he thought his mom's might have done so, but even then he was mostly sure he was just seeing things then. Even in spite of the accusations that the same was happening with him. ...Maybe. Maybe it does move. Maybe there's a chance. A small chance. "I haven't seen it happen with either of my sisters, either. Are you sure the thing being there in the first place isn't just messing with you? It is pretty distinct." Whatever the case was, he was as stumped as to why as she was. After all, how could he not be? He'd spent so much more time denying its existence than actually considering the possibility, so why would he even begin to know? He was only human, he didn't hold the secrets of the universe in the palm of his hand! For Pete's sake, he still had twelve years to burn before reaching wizardry! It wasn't a foregone conclusion! "You probably just saw it in the wind. It was pretty breezy on the landing pad, remember?" he suggested diplomatically.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria There had definitely been movement both during their meeting at the landing platform and mere minutes before. Gratia knew how hair moved when exposed to the wind, her long, flowing locks of black and brown a testament to its effects, and the other teenager's ahoge had been far too controlled. It was irritating however, to learn tgat the source of her itching curiosity had no fucking idea in hell that his hair was some shitty phenomenon, nor did he entertain the possibility that it was. "Your hair wasn't moving in accordance to the breeze," she replied immediately, tone shifting slightly to reveal an undercurrent of annoyance. "And it fucking mobile just now. There is no wind here." In fact, if her suspicions were correct, then the source of the strange hair motions were simulated by emotional stresses. Was it an output similar to a regular human's facial expressions? The Mistralese teenager would have to commit herself to further observations to find out. "I will test this," declared Gratia suddenly and without warning, though her impassive tone changed not one bit. "It appears to take action in correspondence with your emotional state." There was utterly no point in doing this. No fucking point. But it wasn't like she had any other fucking hobbies.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Back and Forth "Was it? I didn't feel anything." he countered, sliding his now dormant scroll into the pocket of his uniform's pants. This was, of course, the absolute truth. With the logical assumption that if his hair moved, its motion could be felt as well-- as it would blowing in the aforementioned wind, for instance -- he was rather skeptical of the notion, despite her complete seriousness in her insistence of the fact. "You're really interested in my hair, huh?" he muttered rhetorically, propping one elbow up on the table and resting his jaw upon it, feeling increasingly less put-off by her unique demeanor the more he grew used to it. It was almost like progressive exposure therapy-- systematic desensitization. Perhaps it was due to increasing familiarity with Gratia herself, but he'd save such hypotheses for Psychology, three periods away. "I'm a bit surprised, honestly. I'd figure at this school of all places a strange sight would be mostly written off as normal. Especially something so small as my hair appearing to move sometimes." Note that he said appearing. It was a very deliberate choice in diction, and I'm sure by now anyone deigning to read will understand what it's getting at. I really don't think it is. No matter which of them were in the right, though, that had to be at least more normal than the incident second period. And hey, speaking of this morning... Maybe some things just get her going for some reason. Like in combat class, when she fought Cian. It was like somone'd just lit a fire inside her. That stoicism of hers that she had so often wigged him out with, especially in contrast with her aggressive language, has flown out the window. It was like she was almost counteracting that berserker side she'd shown... Could that be right?</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Amaranth Desire, wishing the dwarven hammers smashing into the sides of her skull in search of Mithril would JUST GO AWAY She'd missed history, she knew that... And she had a mind to miss the rest of the day and just stay in the blissful silence of her dorm room. Her pajama pants and shirt were extremely comfortable, and the last thing she needed was to open the package sitting on her desk and face the reality of another male uniform. She had enough of a headache as it was, calling up that idiot at the distribution office would not help at all. Nah, she'd rather stay right here, stay on ibuprofen, not face Chatsworth's YELLING. But that DAMN ALARM was going off. And it was all the way across the room. And after the crap she'd pulled in Combat and over the weekend, she couldn't afford to miss another class, and from a pragmatic perspective... She was getting hungry. Amy rose up in bed, rubbing her eyes and grabbing the bottle of Ibuprofen off of the table near her, pouring out the maximum recommended dosage and swallowing the pills in one go. Her collar snapped back into place, but she wasn't getting out of her pajamas. At worst, the pants looked like yoga pants and the shirt was just an ordinary t shirt. Screw dress code. Screw uniforms. Screw the DAMN DISTRIBUTION DEPARTMENT. ... And screw that dang punk rock the kids are listening to these days. **</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria "Your hair could fucking burn for all I care," she replied tonelessly. "But not until I sate my interest in it." The assumption that Schwarz' strange hair situation was associated with his emotional state was one based on very little evidence, the only sign having been the surprise on his face earlier. But it was a hypothesis that had greater basis than any other shitty idea that could pop up. And Gratia was going to prove that her hypothesis was correct. By all fucking means necessary. "My dorm, straight after classes, " she continued, standing from her chair with remarkable solemn grace. "DoN'T be tardy." And once again, she was the stoic Mistralese huntress, walking away into the crowd with nary another word.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Deli N'Doul Robert gave the question some thought. No matter the response, his answer would be quiet the generalization, something he usually tried best to avoid making. Robert thought back to an old quote he read as a kid while loitering inside a local library. How'd it go again? Something along the lines of, 'All generalizations are false, including this one.' He was pretty sure the guy who said it was named Mark-something. Mark Twig? Mark Train? Mark Twai- Robert figuratively waved the thought out of his head when he realized he had gotten lost in thought and still hasn't answered Vixi's question. "Yeah, from everyone I've met, they all seem nice and friendly. I haven't met a bad apple yet," he replied. Still, there were a select few he had yet to formally meet who might not be the best examples of this statement cough* Gratia cough.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel Violet Steel - Breaking a scumbag out of jail - The VPD station stood on a corner between two streets, isolated from the buildings on either side by well-lit alleyways. Behind the station was where the majority of police vehicles were parked. The station was two stories, the roof had an emergency helipad, though it currently lacked a helicopter. This is what Violet observed from the roof of a far off building, using a pair of binoculars to survey the station. Satisfied with her surveillance, she traded the binoculars for a bow, drawing a very particular type of arrow from her quiver and firing. The arrow eventually struck a part of the wall of the station, striking a meter above the front entrance into the station. She fired another arrow just like the first, it landed but a few meters across from the other. Violet, her face covered by the gank mask, pulled her hood over her head, hiding her purple hair and faunus ears from view as she went on the move, she got a running start as she jumped off the roof and landed on another. She continued to do this till she the only think between her and the station was an alleyway. With as late as it was, the majority of the cops working the night shift would be out on patrols or making arrests. There would still be some in the station to be sure, but Violet figured she could handle them if needed. She had the element of surprise. From her position she had a clear view of the back entrance to the station. There was a single door that lead inside, locked and secured. She wouldn't be able to get in that way, not without someone else opening the door, but Violet was patient. She watched the door, bow drawn and ready to fire the moment it opened. There was always someone at every work place that took a smoke break, and cops were no exception to this. She waited a good forty five minutes before she heard the door click. As the door opened fully she fired, the arrow flew until it hit the door with a loud clank, had she missed? The answer was quite clear when a strange gas began to pour out of the arrow, causing the unsuspecting officer to start coughing violently. Soon the officer collapsed, her body preventing the door from closing as Violet stepped over her and went inside. Looking around it seemed she had yet to be discovered, but she knew she had little time. The holding cells were not far from the back entrance, she headed towards them quickly but carefully. She had found a pair of keys to the cells hanging up on a wall on the way to the cell. As she approached the cells she found but a single man locked with one. This was definitely the man she had been ordered to free. "Crimson Volk…" She said, clearly but quietly. "Come with me." She unlocked his cell with the keys, before reaching into her pocket and pulling out what looked like a small detonator. "This will distract them, but we don't have a lot of time."</s>	<\|message\|>"Crimson" Volk Crimson Volk - More Than A Scumbag If there was an easy route to gaining physical power, Volk would not take it. What mattered was the power of the mind and voice. He considered physical and political power to be two different things. A ruler did not need physical power as much as he did for political power. The human mind contained the deadliest arsenal that could trump the comprehensions of others. One could argue that the human mind was not a weapon, but something that stopped weapons from being effective. In a sense, the mind stopped violence through a non-violent force. For his early years, he used his mind as a weapon, but he now saw little value in doing so. The mind was meant to simply lead a human being into making decisions they believed to be right or wrong, regardless of whether it was perceived to be right or wrong by others. Anything more than what a human could comprehend would utterly destroy oneself. He did not focus on destroying others, but rather, making decisions that would make others destroy each other first. And his mind could just never stop thinking that. The man in the cell stared at the wall in front of him. Dreams and hopes; he did believe that the dreams of others were valuable. No man or woman did not deserve to see their dream die. Some just deserved it less than others. And respectively, some deserved it more than others. "There is no need to be concerned over time," Volk stated simply as he stood, readjusting his suit, "unless you didn't make a plan in the first place. "Lead the way." He wanted to see the ability of those who thought of this as a mere mission. He did not want to see the ability they saved for this mission, but rather, the raw extent of both their loyalty and diligence. The man took out a silver pocketwatch and pressed something on it before putting it away. It did nothing to the department they were in, but he still decided to turn the nifty device on. After all, he needed to record the amount of time it took from now to the future before a plan in the future spirals out of control and goes horribly wrong. Not that he minded that kind of thing from happening.</s>
<\|description\|>Naoko Kuma Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: "Primal Sabre"- This is essentially just a sword, however, clips of dust can be inserted into the handle to empower the weapon, shown by a glow across the sharp edge of the machete matching the colour of the dust cartridge. He also possesses a heater shield that is the same in the image below. Specialty: Naoko's fighting style consists of "hit & run" tactics of sorts. In fact, he's particularly good at using this to draw attention away from his allies. Naoko uses a burst of quick flurries and then moving away, then repeating again from a different angle. He's incredibly mobile and agile, often using the terrain to help his attacks. Semblance: Naoko's semblance is the ability to "dash". This means he can perform great bursts of speed in a single direction. The "dash" can extend up to ten metres of his original point, however, he must also wait 30 seconds between each dash. The repeated use of his semblance is tiring on him so he waits as much as he can between each dash, but 30 seconds is the minimum. Personality: The best way to describe Naoko is a determined, tenacious young boy that sometimes gets the label of stubborn or reckless. Naoko is very cheery and happy, and loves making friends, no matter whether you're human, faunus or whatever. He tries his very hardest in whatever he does, helping others, fighting, and school, and even sometimes he won't stop trying until he physically can't go on, which gets him in a lot of sticky situations sometimes. Naoko also throws himself in front of his friends to take attacks, usually using his semblance and if that doesn't work, well he's in another sticky situation. Naoko plans to become a great warrior to help everyone, and so far his time at Beacon has given him the chance to make him develop into a great Hunter, and to make a memorable experience along the way with many friends making the most out of his life where it is. Color: Grey Emblem: Ignore the big grey square, xD. Can be found on the back of his jacket and on his shield. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - History Class Ah, history. A class dedicated to learning from the mistakes and successes of those that came before, so that those mistakes are not repeated and those successes are. Robert enjoyed history with all his heart. It reminded him of the good ol' days when his dad would come see him late at night and tell him all of those corny tales of young heroes going off on grand adventures. Albeit, usually the stories his dad told ended on a much happier note than most of the ones taught in class, but that really only made Robert enjoy it even more. If you know how a story will end because it follows the same formula as other similar stories, than it isn't that thrilling. The unpredictable nature of history only increased Robert's interest in the subject. "I wonder what we will learn today," he said cheerfully as he took his seat. The young hunter-in-training stared at the front of the room, ready for the class to begin. "Any minute now... Any second now... Any millisecond now... Any nanosecond now." He waited a little while longer before realizing that he was a bit earlier than he thought. "Well, I guess I could always find someone to talk to," Robert said as he turned in his chair to look around the room. Everywhere he looked, it seemed to Robert as if everyone was already in a conversation or they seemed to give off an atmosphere that they weren't really interested in talking at the moment. Even his own, new teammates seemed to fit into one of those two categories. "That's alright, I can just sit here until more people come who feel like talking to me." And so Robert sat there, diddling his thumbs, waiting for either the class to start or for someone to find an interest in him. As the seconds ticked by, the boy began to get dispirited. "Someone please talk to me," he whispered to himself as his expression stayed at a friendly looking smile. "I don't want to be alone."</s> <\|message\|>Jasmine Grace Banks Jasmine - Aura Control A voice, a hand, and Jasmine looked to the...oh-so friendly face. How can some people be so serious? Regardless, she gave the outstretched hand a high five--that had to be what he wanted, right?--and offered a crooked grin, showing off a fang. "Let's do it! I'm Jasmine, by the way," she said. Someone had to bring some energy to this practice run. Eager to practice the technique, she stepped back and waved him at her with both her hands. "Alright, come at me," she prompted, tilting her head side-to-side to hear the satisfying cracks. Her aura manifested again on her arms for just a moment, then faded as she tried to focus on the pinpoint counter.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze- History Class Cian sighed as she grabbed a seat as she looked around it seems that the teacher wasn't even here yet wonderful she thought to herself a she quietly sighed to herself in the process. Today it seems just wasn't her day combat was less than stellar math there was nothing but chaos she wondered history would bring. Looking to her side she looked at someone messing around with their thumbs a odd sighed if you asked her but it was none of her business what he did with his free time. She said softly as she did not really want to disturb the others by talking to loud. Who</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer "When the hell did you learn to write? Shit dude, you could barely read the last time I saw you, let alone write your own damn name." Grane gave Gren a firm handshake, with bone crushing pressure, just like the old days. "You know how it is in Vacuo. Fucking hot as hell and nothing to do man, cept burn alive. And last I checked, ditching our last employers didn't really sit well with em. Pretty sure they were trying to track you down for a while. Didn't wanna give them anything to trace back to you ya know? Seems like you're the same as usual- Just do, don't think. Me, well, I slipped away for a while and decided I would go to Beacon because my old buddy Gren always wanted to be a Hunter! But look who's here, in the flesh! You keep contact with that mother of yours still?" Despite his rowdiness, it occurred to Grane he should probably introduce his squadmates. It would be the polite thing to do after all. "Delta! come over here! See this guy? He's a bro. Gren, Delta. Not much of a name, I know, but Delta seems like a chill guy. Likes coffee though. But you know me. More of a liquor kinda guy, but every man to his own I suppose. I think he's army too." Grane lowered his voice a bit, hopefully so Delta would not hear his comments. "Kinda like those Atlas dogs we fought way back when eh?" Grane chuckled a bit before continuing on in a normal tone of voice. "I think I can get along with him. It's the team leader I'm more worried about. Seems to be zoning off a bit. A bit desperate too. Dunno if you know him, but his name is Robert. Sure did... I guess break down if you haven't noticed." Seriously, their so called leader couldn't apparently stand a few moments of alone time. Did he need his mother every once in a while too? In the deserts of Vacuo, this man would be easy prey. Not that anyone would waste their time killing someone this pathetic. "I'm honestly worried for my well being if Robert's going to lead us into battle. Me and Delta seem to have calm nerves. We can handle ourselves. I'm afraid Robert is going to simply panic or zone out and be a liability. And you know how weak leaders always get more than themselves killed."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - History Class As soon as Sangue arrived, she felt the urge of sleep trying to conquer her soul. Still, she did her best to stay awake. But the professor was not around yet. ... ... ... ... ... Maybe some sleep would be good. Just a bit. She would turn on a timer. She would sleep for a minute. Just a minute. Yes, it would not be a problem if she had a timer so that she did not miss out the class in its entirety. Sangue took out a small stopwatch as she timed it to exactly a minute. She then proceeded to place the object on her table. With the timer prepared, she slept with her head and arms resting on the table. ... ... ... A minute passed. Sangue remained silent. But she did not move to turn off the timer. Forgetful little Sangue remained silent and still.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "Ha! And you still as dank as ever. What do you do, poison grimm by walking up to it and hugging it? I've had shits smell better then you." Gren gave Grane an equally firm and bone crushing handshake. "They did find me, and I did my thing. The only thing they reported back were casualties, so ya know... But yeah, I still talk to mom sometimes. Moved her, dad, and the rest of the sibs here before I signed up for Beacon. Gotta take care of the family and all that ya know?" Then Grane introduced Delta, his partner. Gren nodded his head at him and extended his hand to shake. Unless Delta wanted to, Gren wouldn't crush his hand. "Nice to meet you Delta. Gren Orchid. A soldier boy huh?" Grane leaned towards Gren and whispered something between then, which brought a smile to Gren's face. "Heh. Yeah, we'll get along just fine." The conversation soon switched to Robert as Grane noted that their team leader seemed to be sulking. Gren wasn't really paying attention to Roberts but decided to take advantage of his loneliness. Before he called him out Gren looked to the two before him. "Yeah, tell me about it. I think his last team got TPK'd for some reason or another. One was his girl too I think. Hmm..." Feigning deep thought Gren snapped his fingers and smiled at the two hunters. "Looks like we got cause for a celebration! Tell ya what, bring sad sack over here. Me and some of my boys were going to get some noodles after school, but since Grane's finally on parole, we're gunna party. Booze, noodles, steak, blackjack, hookers, you name it. Bring everyone you can." Gren reached into his pocket and then gave both Grane and Delta a short stack of business cards. He made more copies since he met with Claire. "You probably don't know Vale, so this would be a good way to show you around town too. You find anyone cool you give them one of these babies and tell them to call me so I can set them up. Sound like a plan?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Doctor Oobleck's History Class After talking with Ozpin Sapphire felt a little better though more than dissatisfied with the lack of answers and her own lack of participation. Something was going on, something big and the insatiable curiosity that within Sapphire demanded that she figure out exactly what it was. Of course there wasn't a lot she could do at the moment. Ozpin had listened calmly and told her he'd look into any connections between the boy and the Shelter as well as having Pops questioned about Sienna. Sapphire couldn't really ask for more than that though she sincerely wished she had more information about exactly what was going on. If only she'd been allowed to talk to the boy. His mouth was sewn shut but he'd shown the ability to manifest sound in the air, most likely he could speak with his semblance. Sighing Sapphire set off for History class. He talk with Ozpin had delayed her from the last five minutes of math but her assignment was most done and she couldn't imagine anything else of interest had happened after she'd left. She'd finish up tonight and give it to Professor Fullbuster tomorrow morning. History was what she had to be concerned with now. Sapphire was a bit late for Oobleck's class as such most of the seats were gone. She was forced to settle for one next to the red haired kid, Robert, if she remembered correctly though names generally weren't a priority for her unless they were mission related. Sapphire pulled out her sketch pad with the half finished schematic for the acrobatic enhancers she was working on, as she continued to sketch she'd glance up every now and again to see what was going on in the class. Generally this was how she got through academic classes, doing her own thing while paying a mild amount of attention to the teacher so that if they sprung a surprise question on her she would be able to answer without looking like a fool. History itself was not exactly Sapphire's best subject. Math she didn't have a problem with, calculations had been part of her education even before her mother died. Sapphire's mother Melanie had attended Beacon. She and Janus had married a year after graduation. Once Oliver was born Melanie had decided it would be best that she retired from being a Huntress. Not that she became a housewife. Even at Beacon Melanie had been a tinkerer, she'd designed her own weapons and Janus' as well. After leaving the huntsmen she set up her own practice as an engineer. Sapphire remembered fondly the days she'd spend in her mothers workshop. Melanie showing her how various machines worked and as best you could explain to a seven year old the science behind each of them. After her mother's death Janus had hired private tutors so that Sapphire could learn the trade as well as her mother had. Though the girl in blue didn't have quite the same streak of genius she was still good with numbers and her inventions while perhaps not revolutionary were functional. History on the other hand was a different story. Sapphire enjoyed reading but only specific types of tales. With History it was the same thing. If a period or event interested her she could devour all the information she could find on it and ace anything related to it perfectly. But if it was something she found boring generally she devoted herself to other things in class and performed poorly on projects and tests. While Doctor Oobleck talked about the Faunus Wars and various topics related too it Sapphire all but tooned him out as she concentrated on her design.</s>	<\|message\|>Naoko Kuma [color=grey]Naoko- Aura Control Class[/grey] Naoko listened intently to what the teacher was saying. Despite being a senior, every tiny titbit of information was another step closer to becoming a better fighter, and the potential of what laid before him was astonishing. To be able to control your own aura like that, it's almost like another weapon. Unfortunately, throughout the class, Naoko had difficulty perfectly repelling the attacks of his partner. To focus so intensely like that probably required more than one session of training and probably a tiny bit of talent as well. I mean, class was fine, but Naoko would much prefer a mission. Experience in the field and whatnot.</s>
<\|description\|>Naoko Kuma Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: "Primal Sabre"- This is essentially just a sword, however, clips of dust can be inserted into the handle to empower the weapon, shown by a glow across the sharp edge of the machete matching the colour of the dust cartridge. He also possesses a heater shield that is the same in the image below. Specialty: Naoko's fighting style consists of "hit & run" tactics of sorts. In fact, he's particularly good at using this to draw attention away from his allies. Naoko uses a burst of quick flurries and then moving away, then repeating again from a different angle. He's incredibly mobile and agile, often using the terrain to help his attacks. Semblance: Naoko's semblance is the ability to "dash". This means he can perform great bursts of speed in a single direction. The "dash" can extend up to ten metres of his original point, however, he must also wait 30 seconds between each dash. The repeated use of his semblance is tiring on him so he waits as much as he can between each dash, but 30 seconds is the minimum. Personality: The best way to describe Naoko is a determined, tenacious young boy that sometimes gets the label of stubborn or reckless. Naoko is very cheery and happy, and loves making friends, no matter whether you're human, faunus or whatever. He tries his very hardest in whatever he does, helping others, fighting, and school, and even sometimes he won't stop trying until he physically can't go on, which gets him in a lot of sticky situations sometimes. Naoko also throws himself in front of his friends to take attacks, usually using his semblance and if that doesn't work, well he's in another sticky situation. Naoko plans to become a great warrior to help everyone, and so far his time at Beacon has given him the chance to make him develop into a great Hunter, and to make a memorable experience along the way with many friends making the most out of his life where it is. Color: Grey Emblem: Ignore the big grey square, xD. Can be found on the back of his jacket and on his shield. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko Kuma- Naoko looked at Taidan and gave him a sly smile. "If you say so T." He had a tendency of calling his teammates the first letter of their names. Just a little quirk he had. Then, without warning, Naoko went for Taidan. He attacked with his right fist with a single spear strike. Hopefully, creating a smaller surface area would make it more difficult for Taidan to focus his aura to reflect the attack. Although, if he could, Naoko would sure as hell squeeze every bit of information that allowed his partner to deflect the attack.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Fallout Groaning at the suddenly booming group of people, Oswald delivered a lopsided smile to Gren's announcement. While he enjoyed the trip to Sapphire's uncle's bar, he was neither up for a rerun, or for any other recreational activities that night. Turning to Shirou and Gren, Oswald shook his head. "I'll have to skip out on this one. Got my share of song and booze last night." Turning to Sapphire, he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Looks like you're in over your head with this one." Diamond's response to the situation with Cobalt was...to be expected. He was a bit surprised at the venom with which she spoke, but they'd hardly met on good terms. He understood the girl's reluctance to blindly follow another person after their mission. "She might be able to use a little restraint and tact as well....but she isn't wrong. One errant shell got a few dozen people killed. The members who are no longer here killed all but one of them, I believe. Diamond kept her hands clean of it all, as she was on reconnaissance when the first shot went out." Sighing at the realization that he wasn't going to escape that line of thought any time soon, he leaned back in his chair. "That's why. I don't know exactly what living on the streets was like for her, but the prickly pears tend to have reasons for their thorns. It just takes a careful hand to avoid getting stabbed."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Lunch "..." Sangue observed Lauren carefully, then decided to keep silent. She gave a small nod at Lauren's statement, and though she wanted to cheer her up somehow, Sangue had to keep in mind that cheering people up was the last thing her confidence could drive her to do well in. The red-haired swordswoman looked up to her side, only to find her team leader, Benjamin Lloyd, sitting next to them. "Hello, Ben," Sangue greeted, her idle tone never fazing. She did feel happy that her team leader popped up. The more teammates that were around her, the better she felt, for some reason; especially of the leader himself was around, as that meant the team would be more prepared for sudden situations that occur out-of-the-blue. Hearing that Amaranth was doing well, Sangue's concern for Amaranth's health turned into a longing to see the Faunus. Though Sangue did not know much about Amaranth aside from knowledge she acquired from brief conversations between her teammates, she still considered her teammates' healthy conditions to be a higher priority over any mission. It was a shame that she did not know how to transfer the thought into a message without making it sound like a formal speech. The red-haired woman glanced at Ben's food, then at her food. Then she took a look at Lauren's food, then at Ben's food, and then her own again. "..." Sangue carefully took another bite out of her pizza. @Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta Cobalt sighed and tossed his wallet on the table. He cursed lightly under his breath and began to speak. "Pay for whoever needs to be payed for Oswald. I have to go take care of this." He had fully expected something like this to happen, but not in front of so many people. This was going to take some work to fix. Cobalt pushed his chair out and walked towards where Diamond had run off to. It took a little running but he caught up to her quickly. "Is there any particular problem you have with me? I get it, I fucked up last night. I'm trying to fix it okay! I payed for like, five people just now so I could try and make up for my mistake!" He was yelling now and getting quite frustrated. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I didn't ask to be the leader you know, if I had been listening when Headmaster Ozpin said I was then I sure as hell would've declined. Do you want to be leader or something? I can make that happen. Probably." He wasn't too sure about that last part actually. He would have to talk to Headmaster Ozpin about that one. "Oswald told me the whole story. I'm not gonna claim I'm any better or worse than your last teammate. I'm going to be the best that I can though. But I can't be that best unless I have a team to back me up. I'm not asking to be friends, although I do want to be. I'm asking for another chance. So can we please start over? I'm Cobalt Chideta, it's nice to meet you." Cobalt reached his hand out and smiled.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Outside the Deli To be honest, Diamond did not expect Cobalt to to try and fix this in any way at all. She was surprised he did, and so quickly - so far he struck her as the type that would be silently brooding over his failure. Alright, plus point for you. the girl thought, stopping to actually listen. She swiveled slightly away as Cobalt yelled his frustration out, but kept a straight face despite thinking it rude and not exactly the proper tone to use when 'trying to fix it'. She was a little conflicted about the next part. It made her feel a little bad about herself for snapping at Cobalt like she did when he didn't even want the position, and yet she felt justified, hearing as he didn't even paid enough attention to the headmaster himself, missing a rather critical information. Her composure broke when Cobalt asked her if she wanted the leadership, her eyebrows shooting up. Sighing, Diamond hung her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look... For what it's worth, I'm sorry for snapping at you at public. Maybe a learning point for both of us to have these conversations behind closed doors next time. And no, this isn't a power struggle or some shit like that. I have been relying on only myself right up to starting my studies here. It is... hard to trust someone to make decisions for me. Including the headmaster making one about who's going to be the man making them for me. That doesn't mean I feel qualified to make them for others myself, quite the opposite. But I meant what I said - if you can convince me you have what it takes, I will follow you to battle regardless of what I might personally think of you, so consider yourself still on the first chance in that area." Diamond explained. She didn't take the offered hand though. "But as far as personal things go? I'd rather be actually shot at than just stare down the barrel of a gun, even more so when I'm home, wearing bloody pajamas. You don't even realize how lucky you are you managed to scare me frozen. I would have likely hurt you right there on instinct." Diamond said in an angered tone, her arm flying up to Cobalt, and all of a sudden the man had the blade of a jet-black knife pointing at his stomach to prove her point. Dissolving the weapon back into her own shadow, she looked away: "That's nightmare fuel I won't soon forget. So I'm sorry, but I don't feel like being buddies, or even too comfortable being around you if you have that little impulse control." she finished and started walking again.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class What was aura? The lifeblood of all beings, the power of the soul that every creature but the terrible Grimm possessed within them? For all that humanity relied upon it, there was so much that they had yet to learn, so much that waited out there for them to delve deep into. The amount of potential knowledge was so vast, but in the end, here, at this very moment, Taidan cared little for what the mysteries of aura could offer him except for what pertained to his current interest. That was, of course, blocking Naoko's attack. Aura always seemed as if it could do anything, a powerful form of energy that could be manipulated by people for all sorts of purposes. But there were limits; it was the power of the soul after all, and so it would be the owner of that soul who would decide what their aura could do. A relaxed dude and dudette would have a pretty flowing, untouchable type of aura, and they'd probably wouldn't have a hard, rocky wall of immense defensive power that maybe a stubborn workaholic cop could utilise. He himself, as a cute, fiery guy, wouldn't have had any of that. He was fiesty, energetic, burning like the sun that gave them all life! Even as he breathed and cycled his aura around his body, he could feel the sparks, the crescendo of heat and fun in his blood that was so utterly him. Though that did bring into question the matter of how static his soul was. What if he, the ancestors forbid, became a boring, lazy husk of a person? Besides being yuck and horrifying, what would it do to his aura? It did stem from his soul after all, but how malleable was the soul by the stuff he did in life? How much of his personality was influenced by it? Where did nature end and nurture begin? Was he always going to be such a cuddly guy? Would he one day no longer be the raging firestorm? His aura spiked, energy seemingly rolling of him in waves as he met Naoko's attack with a finger. The fire in his blood screamed, rushing towards that single point and condensing into a visible, golden-orange glow. This was Taidan's soul. A scorching power that found Naoko's fist exactly.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "Nooooooooo!", Skyra flailed and fake-shouted. "Not my tomboy image!" Another fit of laughter arrived and shook her tiny body. It took a while for this fit to cede and after that Skyra looked right into Mokuren's eyes and with a serious, but still somewhere joking, voice she stated: "I already wear a skirt in combat... and here in school, too, with that uniform. I don't need no dress!" While still that close, Skyra breathed in and caught a whiff of Moku's lovely, foxy smell. How did she manage to smell that nice all the time? That thought, though, was for another time, since her scroll beeped. "Huh... Krys is inviting me for lunch... to this new deli place or something...", she looked up from her scroll and sized up Mokuren for a minute until she, suddenly excited again, spurted out: "Wanna come with me? Eat a nice lunch? Don't worry about the money, I'll invite you."</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren watched Skyra flail as her tom-boy image was mercilessly destroyed, and twirlied an invisible mustache, laughing evily out loud. "HahaHAhaha" However, all joking and laughing aside, she managed to retain some shread of sanity when Skyra spoke. "Ohh, a skirt is no good. It has to be a beautiful dress, one that flows and makes you look so beautiful" Mokuren explained, her nose bleeding as the prospect of such an attractive sight. Then, on a stray bit of wind, Mokuren caught Skyra's scent in full, and it made her happy. This girl, this faunus, smelled so good, for whatever reason it was, Mokuren wasn't about to complain. What she did do, however, was advance on the girl and nuzzle her neck, but only for a few seconds, since she was interupted by bleeping. "Die foul bleeping thing!" She exzclaimed, before Skyra dealt with it. Apparently, it was an invite to lunch, with Skyra. Skyra inviting to lunch. Skyra Lunch! Swiftly imitating a tomato in colour, Mokuren bit her lip hesitently for a few seconds, and then nodded. "I...like that idea. It's a date!" She declared with great vigor, only to freeze when she heard what she had actually said, and remain stiff, awaiting the judgement of Skyra.</s>	<\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko's arm felt like it ricocheted of off Taidan's deflection. Naoko was amazed but immediately began analysing Taidan. He looked at his eyes, his body composure, stance and so on. He looked him up and down again before finally asking. "How'd ya do it?" Naoko inquired, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "I can't do it. What's your method T?" He further continued. Naoko had to know the secret to this technique. No matter what it took, not being able to use this kind of power was failure in his eyes, and he will never give up until he has every single tool he can acquire to become a great hunter.</s>
<\|description\|>Varius Gilver Theme Song: Let's Just See Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Personality: Varius often comes off as arrogant, and full of pride. While he prefers to fight alone, and was problematic working with his team most of the first year due to an anti-social demeanor, he is a lot more cooperative now due to newfound respect for his team members and is visibly more tolerant of others. Despite this, he is a man of honour, and is as honourable as he is ruthless. He is calm and collected, and each of his moves are calculated and thought out. Much of his anti-social behaviour came from his inability to use Semblance until 2nd year at Beacon, while a good number of Beacon students awoke to that even well before Beacon. The only way he managed to attain their level was through mastering what he can control and that was Aura, on the other hand despite his mastery over it, it wasn't until the beginning of his 2nd year that he accidentally used his Semblance during a mission, and since then has trained to use it at will. Naturally with such great control over his Aura, using his Semblance fairly quickly became second nature, all that was left was to invent techniques for it. Weapon: The Judgement: A finely crafted katana. Unique to modern weapons, its special traits lay in its forging and increased capabilities, rather than the versatility of modern weapons made today. The style of weapon predates The War, and is a family heirloom for the Gilver family. The blade is made of an ancient steel folded and purified countless times in a Dust forge, and in-between each layer is solidified Dust, allowing the blade to react incredibly well with Aura and allowing even a small appliance of Aura to drastically increase its cutting power, and with enough Aura can slice apart Aura and Semblance based defenses in an instant. The blade's durability is legendary, and in the hands of a skilled user is said to be able to cut through anything. The blade is polished with a special dust mixture that gives the blade the colour of the user's aura when aura is applied to it. This is purely aesthetic. The sheath is also sturdy enough to be used as a second weapon for both defense and offense. Due to the blade's unique properties, he can only break through Semblance defenses by physically striking them with the blade, extensions and Semblance powers do not count. Specialty: Assassin/Fighter hybrid. Varius possesses extreme skill in close quarters combat, coupled with his advanced control of Aura makes him deadly up close. He is also capable of dispatching prime targets in an instant with his blade. He employs a combat style of Iaijutsu and Battoujutsu, accentuating a style of counter-attacks and follow-ups. Semblance: Advanced Aura Manipulation, Gathering Storm: The source of his pride and arrogance. For his whole first year he did not have access to his Semblance, and instead relied on mastering what he could control, and that was his Aura. He mastered his Aura to an extent where he could out-pace any other hunter with Aura alone, but doing it through raw Aura capacity like that was not something he had the capacity to do, so he made and mastered a new system, a flow. The Aura would flow through his body, steadily accelerating and distributing his Aura through his body at an almost lossless efficiency. His Aura this way would require incredible concentration, but as a fight goes on, he becomes more and more powerful. It's no surprise in a duel he prefers to evade and counter-attack at the start. Varius with well built-up Aura can move at blindingly and almost teleporting speeds for short bursts, though doing this multiple times in a row would easily expend his Aura and require him to re-accumulate his concentration. He can use his aura this way to increase his general speed too, allowing him to slash multiple times at blinding speeds. Most people believed this was his semblance. Blade Vortex: Varius is capable of creating slashing storms, either all around or at a distance. He can make them slash straight or curved, and generally has a fair amount of control over their length and distance. He can throw them out in his slashes to extend range, or simply increase the cutting power of his sword drastically, he can call a random storm of them at long distance allowing him to counter-attack even from far away, and use them as a means of countering close range attacks. His control over it is limited due to awakening to it only recently, but he has managed to connect it efficiently enough with his Gathering Storm Aura control, allowing him to naturally increase the size, speed and damage of his appliances of this Semblance the more flow he has. Trailblazer: Varius dashes forward while simultaneously slashing the area around his moving position. He uses a combination of his Semblance and physically striking the targets he passes with his katana during this. Slash Dimension: Varius seemingly slashes through time and space by calling on multiple slashes onto a target position. A ranged attack, but does not come out like a projectile. Has a momentary delay before they actually strike, making it reliable only when counter-attacking from a range. Sudden Storm: Varius bursts a portion of his Aura out of his body surrounding him and turns it into his Semblance, slashing the area around him. This is a great counter-attack and a good safety measure as well as possessing insane stagger capabilities but small damage, expends a lot of his Concentration. Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength lies in his close range capabilities, he has the capability to end a fight in a single well-timed strike due to the insane sharpness of his blade, and a battle against him becomes more and more dangerous the longer it goes due to his efficiency at using Aura, where many would be on their last legs, he can still be at full if not higher strength than when he started. Even attempting to block his blade can be dangerous if you aren't observant. The brighter the blade glows, the more dangerous, and the more aura he has packed into the slash. These augmented strikes are fairly projected however, as they require a moment to concentrate extra aura into, but when they land, it can be absolutely devastating. The best way to defend against his blade if you really have to, is to attempt to parry it by striking the flat side of the blade, because it is the edge that is deadly. Because of the large amount of concentration required for his special way of using Aura, mental attacks can be rather effective at minimizing the threat he poses. The effectiveness of this mental-attack tactic is also not affected by how much Aura he already has flowing, meaning you can send him from 100% to 10-0% concentration with an effective mental attack. It won't decrease the amount of Aura he has, but it will greatly slow the amount of aura he has flowing over his body. His general combat weaknesses are that his ranged attacks have more delay than say, a bullet, so his ability to strike at a range requires his target to already be occupied. Ideally he wants to be close to his opponent, but he cannot use his dash consecutively without sacrificing some of his concentration, meaning ranged capabilities plus mobility would be his natural enemy. Color: Roman Silver Emblem: Six sharp wings. For reference, both sides of his coat's collar each possess 3 of the wings.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel Violet Steel "I'll retrieve this Crimson Volk from the station." Violet declared. With Valin already offering to be the distraction for the Vale Hospital mission it was really the only option she had. She was about to head over to the blue box and pick up the mask needed for the mission when Amber spoke to her. She slowly turned towards him, looking at him with a cold stare. "I'm only going to say this once, so listen well. I didn't join this group to get shacked up. I joined because I believe what we're doing is for the good of the entire world, that's it. I don't know why you and the others joined, and frankly I don't really care. Just do your part, and I'll do mine." She turned and began to walk away, before pausing and looking at Amber with the corner of her eye. "And about the whole getting me 'wet' thing…that's sexual harassment… don't do it again." Without another word to Amber she walked over to the cardboard box and pulled out the mask that would identify her as a member of a local gang. She saw no reason to delay her rescue attempt of Crimson Volk and simply left the warehouse.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - History Class "Huh?" Robert replied as a girl he couldn't remember the name of said something. "Sorry, were you talking to me? I don't think I caught that." He had been distracted when Cian sat down, listening to the conversation between Gren, Grane, and Delta. It certainly wasn't Robert's proudest skill, but over the years he had gained an exceptional talent for eavesdropping on things that he wasn't supposed to hear. Back in his old life, it was practically required for him to listen in on other people talking, because the more information you knew on your mark, the better the chances that you would get away. Part of him wanted to tell his team that he wasn't usually like this, all depressing and sulky, it was just a combination of recent events. Running into the White Fang again after so many years, his team going missing, the possibility that the boy from earlier might be connected to what happened. It was hard not to be a little dow- Oh no, Delta's coming over. "Oh hey, Eve. What's going on? You here to tell us about Gren's par-" He let it slip. Now Delta and Eve would know that he heard everything. This could get awkward. Knowing there was no way to take back those words, Robert finished his sentence, "-ty?" He gave an awkward smile to his teammate and his little semblance.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Inter-team Alliances The red haired woman, Sangue, had been very deliberate in setting that timer. Very deliberately setting it for what could only be a short amount of time, as class had to be starting in... a couple minutes at the most. And with none of her teammates to wake her up, either, likely assisting Amy with recovery from the blast of sound they'd all endured last period. In essence, it seemed Miss Naga was out here on her lonesome. That's not good. Now, it wasn't like he was creepily staring at her or anything, mind you, far from it! It was just more idle observance, as he'd propped his elbow on his desk and swept the room with his eyes. Like overhearing something, but with vision. While he had to admit, she was pretty easy on the eyes, he was far more discreet in his ogling than to brazenly keep his head fixed upon somebody in the middle of class! Okay, this self-damnation thing really needed to stop. And more importantly, the team he liked the best's lone member in History class (funnily enough the one he knew the least) was in need of back up. And far be it from me to sit idly by. Tearing out a whole new sheet of paper and contemplating his need to invest in loose-leaf, he began to crumple it into a tight ball. Normally, he'd just settle for just a corner, but as inclined to sleep as the redhead seemed to be, he figured he'd need all the mass he'd get. Right. Ammunition Loaded-- He held the paper ball between his thumb and index finger, other hand placed behind it. --Safety off-- Said other hand buried the tip of his index finger into the pad of the thumb. --Target to ten o'clock, angle up 15 degrees-- He aimed his projectile carefully... --FIRING FOR EFFECT!-- And flicked the crumpled up mass of paper straight for her head.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga Silence enveloped her as she unknowingly slept on, her head remaining on her desk. She had been feeling weary, her entire body aching for sleep. She was still too used to sleeping in the day, and sparring with the bubbly Emmy only wore her out even further. The countless nights she spent awake before she was accepted by Beacon now seemed like an old good memory. The paper ball hit her head. Sangue slowly opened her eyes. "..." ... ... ... "...!!!" The red-haired woman suddenly reached for her head, her eyes widened in surprise. Something just woke her up, and it was not her timer. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anything important happened yet. Nothing. The woman straightened herself. Sangue looked at the paper ball crumpled on her desk, her expression idle, but her eyes still wide. She picked it up. The crumpled thing had woken her up, it seemed. "..." The woman glared at the paper ball in both thankfulness and confusion. She looked up as she held onto the ball. She felt pretty awake now. At least, she thought she was awake now. She needed to take notes, so she needed to stay awake.</s>	<\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver \| Aura Control Class "And I am Varius", he responded. Jasmine stepped up into position and Varius did the same. It seems she decided to be the one to try the counter first. She beckoned him to strike as the lesson required. "Very well then", he said, dropping into a stance, and then winding up a straight punch, before stepping forward with his aura concentrated into his fist and striking towards her centre, the exact place Jasmine had put her guard. As he predicted, his attack would be repelled by her aura, as he was countered, he adapted his stance with a foot back and absorbing the stagger force into his torso by rotating in response. Though unexpectedly... This was a very effective technique. He wasn't able to fully recover or shrug the stagger off, in fact he slid back a little.</s>
<\|description\|>Varius Gilver Theme Song: Let's Just See Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Personality: Varius often comes off as arrogant, and full of pride. While he prefers to fight alone, and was problematic working with his team most of the first year due to an anti-social demeanor, he is a lot more cooperative now due to newfound respect for his team members and is visibly more tolerant of others. Despite this, he is a man of honour, and is as honourable as he is ruthless. He is calm and collected, and each of his moves are calculated and thought out. Much of his anti-social behaviour came from his inability to use Semblance until 2nd year at Beacon, while a good number of Beacon students awoke to that even well before Beacon. The only way he managed to attain their level was through mastering what he can control and that was Aura, on the other hand despite his mastery over it, it wasn't until the beginning of his 2nd year that he accidentally used his Semblance during a mission, and since then has trained to use it at will. Naturally with such great control over his Aura, using his Semblance fairly quickly became second nature, all that was left was to invent techniques for it. Weapon: The Judgement: A finely crafted katana. Unique to modern weapons, its special traits lay in its forging and increased capabilities, rather than the versatility of modern weapons made today. The style of weapon predates The War, and is a family heirloom for the Gilver family. The blade is made of an ancient steel folded and purified countless times in a Dust forge, and in-between each layer is solidified Dust, allowing the blade to react incredibly well with Aura and allowing even a small appliance of Aura to drastically increase its cutting power, and with enough Aura can slice apart Aura and Semblance based defenses in an instant. The blade's durability is legendary, and in the hands of a skilled user is said to be able to cut through anything. The blade is polished with a special dust mixture that gives the blade the colour of the user's aura when aura is applied to it. This is purely aesthetic. The sheath is also sturdy enough to be used as a second weapon for both defense and offense. Due to the blade's unique properties, he can only break through Semblance defenses by physically striking them with the blade, extensions and Semblance powers do not count. Specialty: Assassin/Fighter hybrid. Varius possesses extreme skill in close quarters combat, coupled with his advanced control of Aura makes him deadly up close. He is also capable of dispatching prime targets in an instant with his blade. He employs a combat style of Iaijutsu and Battoujutsu, accentuating a style of counter-attacks and follow-ups. Semblance: Advanced Aura Manipulation, Gathering Storm: The source of his pride and arrogance. For his whole first year he did not have access to his Semblance, and instead relied on mastering what he could control, and that was his Aura. He mastered his Aura to an extent where he could out-pace any other hunter with Aura alone, but doing it through raw Aura capacity like that was not something he had the capacity to do, so he made and mastered a new system, a flow. The Aura would flow through his body, steadily accelerating and distributing his Aura through his body at an almost lossless efficiency. His Aura this way would require incredible concentration, but as a fight goes on, he becomes more and more powerful. It's no surprise in a duel he prefers to evade and counter-attack at the start. Varius with well built-up Aura can move at blindingly and almost teleporting speeds for short bursts, though doing this multiple times in a row would easily expend his Aura and require him to re-accumulate his concentration. He can use his aura this way to increase his general speed too, allowing him to slash multiple times at blinding speeds. Most people believed this was his semblance. Blade Vortex: Varius is capable of creating slashing storms, either all around or at a distance. He can make them slash straight or curved, and generally has a fair amount of control over their length and distance. He can throw them out in his slashes to extend range, or simply increase the cutting power of his sword drastically, he can call a random storm of them at long distance allowing him to counter-attack even from far away, and use them as a means of countering close range attacks. His control over it is limited due to awakening to it only recently, but he has managed to connect it efficiently enough with his Gathering Storm Aura control, allowing him to naturally increase the size, speed and damage of his appliances of this Semblance the more flow he has. Trailblazer: Varius dashes forward while simultaneously slashing the area around his moving position. He uses a combination of his Semblance and physically striking the targets he passes with his katana during this. Slash Dimension: Varius seemingly slashes through time and space by calling on multiple slashes onto a target position. A ranged attack, but does not come out like a projectile. Has a momentary delay before they actually strike, making it reliable only when counter-attacking from a range. Sudden Storm: Varius bursts a portion of his Aura out of his body surrounding him and turns it into his Semblance, slashing the area around him. This is a great counter-attack and a good safety measure as well as possessing insane stagger capabilities but small damage, expends a lot of his Concentration. Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength lies in his close range capabilities, he has the capability to end a fight in a single well-timed strike due to the insane sharpness of his blade, and a battle against him becomes more and more dangerous the longer it goes due to his efficiency at using Aura, where many would be on their last legs, he can still be at full if not higher strength than when he started. Even attempting to block his blade can be dangerous if you aren't observant. The brighter the blade glows, the more dangerous, and the more aura he has packed into the slash. These augmented strikes are fairly projected however, as they require a moment to concentrate extra aura into, but when they land, it can be absolutely devastating. The best way to defend against his blade if you really have to, is to attempt to parry it by striking the flat side of the blade, because it is the edge that is deadly. Because of the large amount of concentration required for his special way of using Aura, mental attacks can be rather effective at minimizing the threat he poses. The effectiveness of this mental-attack tactic is also not affected by how much Aura he already has flowing, meaning you can send him from 100% to 10-0% concentration with an effective mental attack. It won't decrease the amount of Aura he has, but it will greatly slow the amount of aura he has flowing over his body. His general combat weaknesses are that his ranged attacks have more delay than say, a bullet, so his ability to strike at a range requires his target to already be occupied. Ideally he wants to be close to his opponent, but he cannot use his dash consecutively without sacrificing some of his concentration, meaning ranged capabilities plus mobility would be his natural enemy. Color: Roman Silver Emblem: Six sharp wings. For reference, both sides of his coat's collar each possess 3 of the wings.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken "I believe that the plan was for the stealthier of you to accompany me around back to see what we could find." Beryl had been content to remain quiet and let the others figure out the plan. At this point though, her staying silent would do nothing but waste precious time. They needed to get moving before something happened to Gratia. She adjusted her sword belt and did a few light stretches. She looked at the other two with a slightly impatient face. "Best we get moving sooner than later, the person who remains behind can move in when things start exploding."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz Clear shots? What the heck? I can't possibly be in front of everything, I'm a small gu—ggrbl In his moment of distraction, the hoodie-clad hunter found his situation to have suddenly grown much more dire, as long arms, clawing at and past him for purchase, found hold of his neck, instantly squeezing tight. His eyes bugging, he cut off his complaints (through no mean feat of psychological effort), and directed his focus to the task at hand. Teeth grit as his neck muscles tensed in an instinctual method to fight off the squeeze, his consciousness flashed back to a more practical method of dealing with the attack. Grab the choking hand. Four fingers on the meat below the thumb. Peel away. Counterattack with all your might! Deftly adjusting his grip upon the creature's arm, he caught one of its fellows trying to slip by— "OOOAAAAAAAAH!" And with a haggard cry of war, clubbed it with the Grimm he'd been dealing with. Letting out a rough cough as he released, he returned to his usual demeanor that everyone knew and loved once more. "I can't be getting in the way of every shot, can I?!" Consummate everydude just trying to make sense of the world around him. The more this mission dragged on, the crazier everyone was getting! They had to get out of here, and fast. And with some remorse, he noted that he was definitely a major factor in slowing their process down in the first place. Just as the sparring class had time and again proven: I think too much. "Just put lead on anything that moves that isn't us!" came the amendment, "If there's a worker in here, we'd have known by now!"</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan Before long, Team Canvas was finally together. The sun was still up and the forest was quiet. There were signs of grimm passing through the area, most of it large tracks. Some cobwebs of unusual size hung from the trees marking broodling paths, but they were spread far and irregularly. There was no signal here on everyone's Scroll, so they could not even use their devices to call each other over a network or access the internet. The first of the team to interrupt the silence was, of course, the masked pyromaniac of the team, having exterminated a Nevermore mere minutes before. Taidan was bringing up the rear, terrifyingly long qiang resting casually upon his shoulder. While none could see his face, it was quite clear from his jaunty step that he was smiling. Beatifically. "Do spider Grimm produce spider silk?" he asked, fingers tapping gently against the shaft of his weapon. "There would be a lot, wouldn't there?" Enough to ... say, craft some rather dazzling garments from. --- @Sho Minazuki @Onarax @Lucius Cypher</s>	<\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius landed well with a martial grace as expected of Hunters their level, ever observant he was more concerned why there was also a Nevermore here. Though it now lies dead, there was still the matter of reaching their destination, now that their main transport was down. It was likely they were going to be a little late, and given the nature of their mission, the sooner they got there the better. Their team member Shuai broke the silence. They would likely produce silk, considering this was a nesting type, them making their own nest with their webbing was very likely, and yes given the mission, there would be a lot. "Very likely, and I would trust you to keep the swarms off of us too when the time comes", he responded promptly, dusting his clothes off before the team began to figure out which direction to move in.</s>
<\|description\|>Varius Gilver Theme Song: Let's Just See Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Personality: Varius often comes off as arrogant, and full of pride. While he prefers to fight alone, and was problematic working with his team most of the first year due to an anti-social demeanor, he is a lot more cooperative now due to newfound respect for his team members and is visibly more tolerant of others. Despite this, he is a man of honour, and is as honourable as he is ruthless. He is calm and collected, and each of his moves are calculated and thought out. Much of his anti-social behaviour came from his inability to use Semblance until 2nd year at Beacon, while a good number of Beacon students awoke to that even well before Beacon. The only way he managed to attain their level was through mastering what he can control and that was Aura, on the other hand despite his mastery over it, it wasn't until the beginning of his 2nd year that he accidentally used his Semblance during a mission, and since then has trained to use it at will. Naturally with such great control over his Aura, using his Semblance fairly quickly became second nature, all that was left was to invent techniques for it. Weapon: The Judgement: A finely crafted katana. Unique to modern weapons, its special traits lay in its forging and increased capabilities, rather than the versatility of modern weapons made today. The style of weapon predates The War, and is a family heirloom for the Gilver family. The blade is made of an ancient steel folded and purified countless times in a Dust forge, and in-between each layer is solidified Dust, allowing the blade to react incredibly well with Aura and allowing even a small appliance of Aura to drastically increase its cutting power, and with enough Aura can slice apart Aura and Semblance based defenses in an instant. The blade's durability is legendary, and in the hands of a skilled user is said to be able to cut through anything. The blade is polished with a special dust mixture that gives the blade the colour of the user's aura when aura is applied to it. This is purely aesthetic. The sheath is also sturdy enough to be used as a second weapon for both defense and offense. Due to the blade's unique properties, he can only break through Semblance defenses by physically striking them with the blade, extensions and Semblance powers do not count. Specialty: Assassin/Fighter hybrid. Varius possesses extreme skill in close quarters combat, coupled with his advanced control of Aura makes him deadly up close. He is also capable of dispatching prime targets in an instant with his blade. He employs a combat style of Iaijutsu and Battoujutsu, accentuating a style of counter-attacks and follow-ups. Semblance: Advanced Aura Manipulation, Gathering Storm: The source of his pride and arrogance. For his whole first year he did not have access to his Semblance, and instead relied on mastering what he could control, and that was his Aura. He mastered his Aura to an extent where he could out-pace any other hunter with Aura alone, but doing it through raw Aura capacity like that was not something he had the capacity to do, so he made and mastered a new system, a flow. The Aura would flow through his body, steadily accelerating and distributing his Aura through his body at an almost lossless efficiency. His Aura this way would require incredible concentration, but as a fight goes on, he becomes more and more powerful. It's no surprise in a duel he prefers to evade and counter-attack at the start. Varius with well built-up Aura can move at blindingly and almost teleporting speeds for short bursts, though doing this multiple times in a row would easily expend his Aura and require him to re-accumulate his concentration. He can use his aura this way to increase his general speed too, allowing him to slash multiple times at blinding speeds. Most people believed this was his semblance. Blade Vortex: Varius is capable of creating slashing storms, either all around or at a distance. He can make them slash straight or curved, and generally has a fair amount of control over their length and distance. He can throw them out in his slashes to extend range, or simply increase the cutting power of his sword drastically, he can call a random storm of them at long distance allowing him to counter-attack even from far away, and use them as a means of countering close range attacks. His control over it is limited due to awakening to it only recently, but he has managed to connect it efficiently enough with his Gathering Storm Aura control, allowing him to naturally increase the size, speed and damage of his appliances of this Semblance the more flow he has. Trailblazer: Varius dashes forward while simultaneously slashing the area around his moving position. He uses a combination of his Semblance and physically striking the targets he passes with his katana during this. Slash Dimension: Varius seemingly slashes through time and space by calling on multiple slashes onto a target position. A ranged attack, but does not come out like a projectile. Has a momentary delay before they actually strike, making it reliable only when counter-attacking from a range. Sudden Storm: Varius bursts a portion of his Aura out of his body surrounding him and turns it into his Semblance, slashing the area around him. This is a great counter-attack and a good safety measure as well as possessing insane stagger capabilities but small damage, expends a lot of his Concentration. Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength lies in his close range capabilities, he has the capability to end a fight in a single well-timed strike due to the insane sharpness of his blade, and a battle against him becomes more and more dangerous the longer it goes due to his efficiency at using Aura, where many would be on their last legs, he can still be at full if not higher strength than when he started. Even attempting to block his blade can be dangerous if you aren't observant. The brighter the blade glows, the more dangerous, and the more aura he has packed into the slash. These augmented strikes are fairly projected however, as they require a moment to concentrate extra aura into, but when they land, it can be absolutely devastating. The best way to defend against his blade if you really have to, is to attempt to parry it by striking the flat side of the blade, because it is the edge that is deadly. Because of the large amount of concentration required for his special way of using Aura, mental attacks can be rather effective at minimizing the threat he poses. The effectiveness of this mental-attack tactic is also not affected by how much Aura he already has flowing, meaning you can send him from 100% to 10-0% concentration with an effective mental attack. It won't decrease the amount of Aura he has, but it will greatly slow the amount of aura he has flowing over his body. His general combat weaknesses are that his ranged attacks have more delay than say, a bullet, so his ability to strike at a range requires his target to already be occupied. Ideally he wants to be close to his opponent, but he cannot use his dash consecutively without sacrificing some of his concentration, meaning ranged capabilities plus mobility would be his natural enemy. Color: Roman Silver Emblem: Six sharp wings. For reference, both sides of his coat's collar each possess 3 of the wings.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of Geni's right eye, his mouth forming a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across his broad chest he tapped his foot furiously and all the while stared out of the clear window. This fitfully sunny morning would either see the dawn of his new life or snap his dreams in two. After two weeks of sulking and independent study in the form of weapon building, he found himself back at square one, re-restarting his life. After the altercation he sort of instigated on the first day of school, he missed most of the First Quarter, which meant that most of his grades had either dropped or stagnated, and it was most likely the later since he neglected to do any of the word that had been sent home. His Armory class grade was most likely his only real grade actually, if anything, everything else should have been excused. Like hail on a glass pane, the drumming of his fingers was as relentless as it was loud. Each click of the razor sharp knives on the counter he leaned on echoed the tumultuous thudding of his heart beat. Beacon grew larger and larger as his airship grew all the more closer, the hum of its engines his only companion on this Saturday morning. Despite the fact that his actual suspension ended on the following Monday, with permission from administration, he was given an early out to get reacquainted with his surroundings, half a day wasn't enough to do so the first time. With a mechanical whirling and a long 'beep'. Geni was given heed of the ships impending dock. Leaving his place on the dock, and large duffle bag in hand, he began pacing up and down as if determined to wear out a thin trail in the metal. His eyes were large and watery and as he paced he constantly punched one hand into the other. The butterflies in his stomach didn't come from his general 'return to school apprehension', but it was the fear of reintegration and judgement, that had him wondering. It was constantly on his mind, even if he wasn't required to meet or interact with any students today, the possibility of another outburst was always in back of his head. With a second extended 'beep', Geni let the reality of his situation truly sink in, despite his faults and violent past, he had been accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world and given a second chance at life, he wouldn't waste it on some idiots opinion. With a deep breath, Geni stepped off the airship and gazed at his school, once again sharing the air with the best Hunters in the world. This led Geni eyes to eventually land on a very recognizable figure, Sapphire. For the first time today, he displayed a genuine smile that showed of his sharp teeth. "Well look who we have here? Fancy meeting you again." Geni mused as he made his way over to her. of Seraphs</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Airship Docks As Sapphire walked towards Beacon's airdocks ideas swirled through her head. Images of the various weapons she was currently carrying transforming into one another, adding dust characteristics and all manner of other upgrades. Being from huntsman parents paying for a new set of weapons wasn't exactly a difficult thing to do but she was determined to design and forge them herself. Sapphire's mother Melanie though a huntress by trade had always been passionate about engineering. Her semblance had been what she called Polymathematics, she saw the world as a series of equations, force, trajectory, angle, velocity, distance. While in combat it gave her a greater edge over her opponents but in the drafting room was where she really shined. In the years before her death she'd patented a number of more compact methods of technological folding and the servos and other mechanisms that made it possible. Sapphire had used her mother's work to further her skill in that field and was confident in her ability to create complex transforming weapons. As she arrived at the docks one of the airships was in the process of disembarking its passengers. Among them to Sapphire's surprise was a student she never thought she'd see again: Geni Hung. Admittedly it hadn't been that long since she's last seen Geni, about two weeks, not since the first day of school. She'd been under the impression that he'd been expelled after revealing he was a former member of the White Fang and instigating a fight with a student named Ivan who hadn't exactly taken that news well. She'd looked him up that day after classes but his teammates said he'd been removed from their group and all sign of him had disappeared off the schedule. Sapphire hadn't dug any deeper into the matter than that though, the conclusion to her seemed obvious. Yet here he was two weeks later returning to Beacon with sleek new weapons strapped to his back. He walked up and greeted her causing Sapphire to stop. "Geni Hung," she said, an amused expression on her face "long time no see. I'd thought you'd been expelled after the altercation with Ivan."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Write "A professor. She was a senior earlier, got promoted to professor. Teaches... Survival, maybe? Drawing a blank on what she's teaching now." Ben poured a round of the vodka his teammate had least hoped for, sliding one of them over to her and picking up his own. He held it high, as if in toast for a moment. "To getting paid, even if it did buy us pineapple vodka." The Huntsman-in-training downed his glass and poured another one, eyes drifting over to the woman who had unknowingly been their ticket in. The white-haired Faunus was pretty cute, all things considered, and he had no doubt that Lauren was thinking the same thing. "Why?"</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Minazuki Shuai Taidan - Sticky Situation "Do you think I went overboard with the napalm?" The firestorm below the team continued to rage. It was rather beautiful in the same way that a supernova was: hot and bright, but close proximity to which was likely to end in you getting roasted harder than a chicken in the oven (a fate that KNVS handily avoided due to the ability of Taidan to carry them all while flying). Still, the loss of the forest was perfectly acceptable in return for crippling the Grimm activities in the area, and the lack of foilage meant that it would be far easier to hunt down any future incursions. The Grimm were abominations to be destroyed, after all, and really, there should be no mercy involved when fighting them. "Hey Varius, wanna check if the big one's still alive?"</s>	<\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver \| Sticky Situation As the fires continued to rage, Varius had taken the liberty to cut away anything that was connected to the fire near him and his team, but even so, he cannot douse flames with a blade. It seems this fire would continue to burn until nothing was left, all he did was buy them precious time to assess the situation. The spider Grimm were visibly dying amidst the flames, their shrill shrieks accompanied by the rustling flames, the fire should continue on until it surrounds and annihilates the spider grimm nest. Shuai referred to him for advice on what to do next. He inquired whether or not they should pursue the large grimm. All things considered, the mission is currently considered a success, as he looked to the flames and remembered his team's abilities... "Considering the extent of these flames, the reward would not be worth the risk in this case", he responded. Basically, "no". "If the mother spider comes back, we'll simply kill it in a succeeding mission", he finished.</s>
<\|description\|>Varius Gilver Theme Song: Let's Just See Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Personality: Varius often comes off as arrogant, and full of pride. While he prefers to fight alone, and was problematic working with his team most of the first year due to an anti-social demeanor, he is a lot more cooperative now due to newfound respect for his team members and is visibly more tolerant of others. Despite this, he is a man of honour, and is as honourable as he is ruthless. He is calm and collected, and each of his moves are calculated and thought out. Much of his anti-social behaviour came from his inability to use Semblance until 2nd year at Beacon, while a good number of Beacon students awoke to that even well before Beacon. The only way he managed to attain their level was through mastering what he can control and that was Aura, on the other hand despite his mastery over it, it wasn't until the beginning of his 2nd year that he accidentally used his Semblance during a mission, and since then has trained to use it at will. Naturally with such great control over his Aura, using his Semblance fairly quickly became second nature, all that was left was to invent techniques for it. Weapon: The Judgement: A finely crafted katana. Unique to modern weapons, its special traits lay in its forging and increased capabilities, rather than the versatility of modern weapons made today. The style of weapon predates The War, and is a family heirloom for the Gilver family. The blade is made of an ancient steel folded and purified countless times in a Dust forge, and in-between each layer is solidified Dust, allowing the blade to react incredibly well with Aura and allowing even a small appliance of Aura to drastically increase its cutting power, and with enough Aura can slice apart Aura and Semblance based defenses in an instant. The blade's durability is legendary, and in the hands of a skilled user is said to be able to cut through anything. The blade is polished with a special dust mixture that gives the blade the colour of the user's aura when aura is applied to it. This is purely aesthetic. The sheath is also sturdy enough to be used as a second weapon for both defense and offense. Due to the blade's unique properties, he can only break through Semblance defenses by physically striking them with the blade, extensions and Semblance powers do not count. Specialty: Assassin/Fighter hybrid. Varius possesses extreme skill in close quarters combat, coupled with his advanced control of Aura makes him deadly up close. He is also capable of dispatching prime targets in an instant with his blade. He employs a combat style of Iaijutsu and Battoujutsu, accentuating a style of counter-attacks and follow-ups. Semblance: Advanced Aura Manipulation, Gathering Storm: The source of his pride and arrogance. For his whole first year he did not have access to his Semblance, and instead relied on mastering what he could control, and that was his Aura. He mastered his Aura to an extent where he could out-pace any other hunter with Aura alone, but doing it through raw Aura capacity like that was not something he had the capacity to do, so he made and mastered a new system, a flow. The Aura would flow through his body, steadily accelerating and distributing his Aura through his body at an almost lossless efficiency. His Aura this way would require incredible concentration, but as a fight goes on, he becomes more and more powerful. It's no surprise in a duel he prefers to evade and counter-attack at the start. Varius with well built-up Aura can move at blindingly and almost teleporting speeds for short bursts, though doing this multiple times in a row would easily expend his Aura and require him to re-accumulate his concentration. He can use his aura this way to increase his general speed too, allowing him to slash multiple times at blinding speeds. Most people believed this was his semblance. Blade Vortex: Varius is capable of creating slashing storms, either all around or at a distance. He can make them slash straight or curved, and generally has a fair amount of control over their length and distance. He can throw them out in his slashes to extend range, or simply increase the cutting power of his sword drastically, he can call a random storm of them at long distance allowing him to counter-attack even from far away, and use them as a means of countering close range attacks. His control over it is limited due to awakening to it only recently, but he has managed to connect it efficiently enough with his Gathering Storm Aura control, allowing him to naturally increase the size, speed and damage of his appliances of this Semblance the more flow he has. Trailblazer: Varius dashes forward while simultaneously slashing the area around his moving position. He uses a combination of his Semblance and physically striking the targets he passes with his katana during this. Slash Dimension: Varius seemingly slashes through time and space by calling on multiple slashes onto a target position. A ranged attack, but does not come out like a projectile. Has a momentary delay before they actually strike, making it reliable only when counter-attacking from a range. Sudden Storm: Varius bursts a portion of his Aura out of his body surrounding him and turns it into his Semblance, slashing the area around him. This is a great counter-attack and a good safety measure as well as possessing insane stagger capabilities but small damage, expends a lot of his Concentration. Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength lies in his close range capabilities, he has the capability to end a fight in a single well-timed strike due to the insane sharpness of his blade, and a battle against him becomes more and more dangerous the longer it goes due to his efficiency at using Aura, where many would be on their last legs, he can still be at full if not higher strength than when he started. Even attempting to block his blade can be dangerous if you aren't observant. The brighter the blade glows, the more dangerous, and the more aura he has packed into the slash. These augmented strikes are fairly projected however, as they require a moment to concentrate extra aura into, but when they land, it can be absolutely devastating. The best way to defend against his blade if you really have to, is to attempt to parry it by striking the flat side of the blade, because it is the edge that is deadly. Because of the large amount of concentration required for his special way of using Aura, mental attacks can be rather effective at minimizing the threat he poses. The effectiveness of this mental-attack tactic is also not affected by how much Aura he already has flowing, meaning you can send him from 100% to 10-0% concentration with an effective mental attack. It won't decrease the amount of Aura he has, but it will greatly slow the amount of aura he has flowing over his body. His general combat weaknesses are that his ranged attacks have more delay than say, a bullet, so his ability to strike at a range requires his target to already be occupied. Ideally he wants to be close to his opponent, but he cannot use his dash consecutively without sacrificing some of his concentration, meaning ranged capabilities plus mobility would be his natural enemy. Color: Roman Silver Emblem: Six sharp wings. For reference, both sides of his coat's collar each possess 3 of the wings.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Jericho Piper, never one to give a shit about Grat's happiness, had continued drifting around the room like a restless phantom while the rest of her team - all those assembled who had known her longer and better than he had - was standing transfixed at her show of affection. Something about Gratia's tone of voice had drawn him over to the object of her ire, and as Jericho stared down at it, he felt his disgust with the trinket in question beginning to roil, too. It was stupid, on one level. An objectively pointless little thing to have a screw loose over - a little doll with straw-colored hair, wrapped in a beat-up looking caricature of a leather jacket and a faded patch of denim, with two black, soulless button eyes and a single fabric strand for a smile. It was practically featureless; yet, like all good voodoo dolls, he recognized who it was fashioned for immediately. The damn family all looked alike. You Fiordilattes disgust me, the message was written clearly on Jericho's grouchy snarl. Your puns suck dick and you breed like roaches. The straw-haired doll seemed to smile back. Stupidly. Smugly. Then I guess that makes our dad the cock-roach! the ornament replied with glee. A low growl rumbled in Jericho's throat. He impatiently shoved the doll in one pocket of his leather jacket and resolved to mail it to Atlas for evidence later. He wanted to toss the room over in a hunt for any more evidence of a vampire-harboring little brother, and normally this would have been the perfect time; Grat's damn giggles were sucking all the oxygen right out of the room. Unfortunately, there was an impending time bomb on his Scroll that he'd been putting off answering - and it looked like Beryl, at least, had noticed. `Sender: Bianca N. [GREENLIT (?)] Recipient: Group - [s]Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets[/s] Vale Asset Group [CLEARANCE LEVEL: N/A] (Gratia M., Lucas S., Beryl H., Jericho P.) Message: Hey all!! Just popping in to see if anyone is free for some coffee in about an hour. Hope everyone is having a good family day ~~` `Sender: Beryl H. Recipient: Group - [s]Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets[/s] Vale Asset Group [CLEARANCE LEVEL: N/A] (Bianca N. [GREENLIT(?)], Gratia M., Lucas S., Jericho P.) Message: Sounds great. I need an excuse to get Lasai out of the dorm an` The thought of a coffee date - between Gratia, Bianca, and Luke "I'm Too Slow" Schwarz, of all people, made Jericho want to give the medicinal properties of hot tar a whirl. He pulled out his Scroll and read over the messages over again. He supposed that, if Grat was going, her parents would be too. There was no way he was gonna be able to make a clean break that fast - especially not with Bianca keeping an eagle eye out for him. The doll in his jacket pocket smirked. Jericho resisted the urge to crush it in his fist and began to type: `Sender: Jericho P. Recipient: Group - [s]Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets[/s] Vale Asset Group [CLEARANCE LEVEL: N/A] (Beryl H., Bianca N. [GREENLIT(?)], Gratia M., Lucas S.) Message: Coffee. Fine. Delete my number.` At least now they wouldn't be able to call him standoffish. Jericho, uncomfortably aware that everyone else in the room was gawking at the Mindaros, drifted back over to Grat's guitar and inspected it again, eyes inscrutable.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Mindaro Mondays - Galla "Before your brother isn't 'in one piece'?" --- @Sho Minazuki Shuai Taidan - Beacon Grounds The young man tapped his chin thoughtfully, slender fingers slowing down to rest against his pale chin. "Sample platter?" he mused, eyes darting towards the stand for a second. "Don't think we have that, but oh, we can definitely do tuna and diet soda! What kind do you like? We don't have a too biggie of a selection, is that okay?" Taidan smiled brightly, the prettyboy's face radiating like the light from a fiery sun. "Var, get some tuna done 'kay~?" he called back over to his teammate, before returning his attentions to Yue. "Just sit tight and w- eh? Where you going?"</s>	<\|message\|>Varius Gilver "Hmph, even if our selection is small, it is the best of that small selection. Now then... Witness as I carve this tuna", in response to the order he began to cut away at a new tuna, the expert cuts left not a sliver of soft flesh against the fish's bones, the speed and finesse at which he did it was unnatural, but some may notice a slight silver tinge to his figure... Was he using his aura...? In any case, within moments it was done, a fresh batch of sashimi. "I'm sure this shall be to your liking", he seems to have chosen to ignore that their customer had begun walking away, such was his confidence in his skill.</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga Silence enveloped her as she unknowingly slept on, her head remaining on her desk. She had been feeling weary, her entire body aching for sleep. She was still too used to sleeping in the day, and sparring with the bubbly Emmy only wore her out even further. The countless nights she spent awake before she was accepted by Beacon now seemed like an old good memory. The paper ball hit her head. Sangue slowly opened her eyes. "..." ... ... ... "...!!!" The red-haired woman suddenly reached for her head, her eyes widened in surprise. Something just woke her up, and it was not her timer. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anything important happened yet. Nothing. The woman straightened herself. Sangue looked at the paper ball crumpled on her desk, her expression idle, but her eyes still wide. She picked it up. The crumpled thing had woken her up, it seemed. "..." The woman glared at the paper ball in both thankfulness and confusion. She looked up as she held onto the ball. She felt pretty awake now. At least, she thought she was awake now. She needed to take notes, so she needed to stay awake.</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver \| Aura Control Class "And I am Varius", he responded. Jasmine stepped up into position and Varius did the same. It seems she decided to be the one to try the counter first. She beckoned him to strike as the lesson required. "Very well then", he said, dropping into a stance, and then winding up a straight punch, before stepping forward with his aura concentrated into his fist and striking towards her centre, the exact place Jasmine had put her guard. As he predicted, his attack would be repelled by her aura, as he was countered, he adapted his stance with a foot back and absorbing the stagger force into his torso by rotating in response. Though unexpectedly... This was a very effective technique. He wasn't able to fully recover or shrug the stagger off, in fact he slid back a little.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class Advanced manipulation of one's soul, huh? To extend one's own self away from their very body to strike at the enemy, it was honestly a pretty snazzy, yet also incredibly intriguing, manner of combat. What would overexertion do to how someone perceived themselves? How would it affect their personality? It was really some food for thought, and the metaphysics that lied behind it all could be staggering. How did it all work? Why did they have souls? Why could they do the really cool 武术 with them? It was so strange. Yet also so incredibly awesome. Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. His cheery, purple eyes ambled across the room, watching his fellow classmates partner up and get to work with testing out what Teach' had just showed them. It was fun, seeing how everyone's aura worked. The sparks and bright lights of people's souls drew quiet "oohs" and "aahs" from his mouth, his curiosity absolutely transfixed by the sights. It looked really fun, though everyone seemed to have already partnered up, like Boss V with that lynx girl (Jasmine, his mind supplied). Was nobody free? Naoko over there seemed a bit aimless. Maybe he should intervene. Large eyes transfixing themselves at the back of the other boy's head, Taidan's Semblance arm detached from his body, the intangible, invisible essence travelling down the rows of seats towards his fellow member in Team KNVS. It solidified at the hand, and gently began to ruffle at Naoko's greying hair.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – History Class Vega arrived inside history class to seeing most of the seats had been filled. Looking around, she could not find Gratia or Napoli. Napoli most likely skipped class and Gratia picking up the new teammate as the replacement for Bianca. So, she sat down in the back of the class and opened up her scroll to messaging. She sent a text to Gratia. I'm in history class. Are bringing our new teammate? What's the person name? With that, Vega then focused on listening to Professor Oobleck speaking about history. -- Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Aura Control Class Pinpoint counter…hm as Vanhomrigh and Iderson demonstrated. The concept of Aura control was not foreign to Sarina. She experimented with her aura as a weapon before attaining Arbiter/Tormento and her semblance which seemed so long ago though. Pinpoint counter was an interesting concept and she could apply to her semblance defensive capabilities. Her class then went into partners for practicing pinpoint counter. Sarina didn't have any partner as she looked around. Banks had paired up with Gilver and her other teammates were not around. Sarina had a deep curiosity for Varius as she briefly looked at him. When she transferred to Beacon during her 3rd year, other students compared her to him as being similar and some people pressuring her to date Varius and go into relationship with him which she ignored. Either way, Sarina had some interest in knowing more about him since they are part of the same graduating class as she waited for a partner reclining near a wall.</s> <\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask. His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down. Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy." Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko was completely unaware when something ruffled between his hair. He whipped around to see Taidan with his arm extended, seemingly using his signature semblance that Naoko never got quite used to. jokingly rolled his eyes as he walked over to his teammate. "You had any luck yet?" He asked. "I can't seem to focus it enough." Naoko explained. He then took a battle ready stance. "Shall we give it a go?" He asked, with a small grin on his face. "Want to try repelling first?"</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Taidan leaned back into his chair, arms crossed behind his head. He shot his teammate a beaming smile, eyes clearly filled with his intent to attempt what the teachers had showed them. With Naoko's attention now on him, this was going all exactly to plan. "Of course!" he declared, before abruptly popping out of his chair, dropping himself into a defensive stance. He could feel his own aura already beginning to flow around him, its warmth both inspiring and comforting at the same time. It was like a low flame, burning slowly until time called for it to become a roaring tempest, the climax of a crescendo. Of course, here he would be repelling Naoko's aura, rather than becoming the very embodiment of a firestorm. Taidan's defensive capabilities weren't something he'd really explored a lot, but it should be fine, right? It wasn't as if he was going to take an Atlesian cannon straight to the face, after all. It was just a pal's aura. "Hit me with your best shot, Nao!"</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class What was aura? The lifeblood of all beings, the power of the soul that every creature but the terrible Grimm possessed within them? For all that humanity relied upon it, there was so much that they had yet to learn, so much that waited out there for them to delve deep into. The amount of potential knowledge was so vast, but in the end, here, at this very moment, Taidan cared little for what the mysteries of aura could offer him except for what pertained to his current interest. That was, of course, blocking Naoko's attack. Aura always seemed as if it could do anything, a powerful form of energy that could be manipulated by people for all sorts of purposes. But there were limits; it was the power of the soul after all, and so it would be the owner of that soul who would decide what their aura could do. A relaxed dude and dudette would have a pretty flowing, untouchable type of aura, and they'd probably wouldn't have a hard, rocky wall of immense defensive power that maybe a stubborn workaholic cop could utilise. He himself, as a cute, fiery guy, wouldn't have had any of that. He was fiesty, energetic, burning like the sun that gave them all life! Even as he breathed and cycled his aura around his body, he could feel the sparks, the crescendo of heat and fun in his blood that was so utterly him. Though that did bring into question the matter of how static his soul was. What if he, the ancestors forbid, became a boring, lazy husk of a person? Besides being yuck and horrifying, what would it do to his aura? It did stem from his soul after all, but how malleable was the soul by the stuff he did in life? How much of his personality was influenced by it? Where did nature end and nurture begin? Was he always going to be such a cuddly guy? Would he one day no longer be the raging firestorm? His aura spiked, energy seemingly rolling of him in waves as he met Naoko's attack with a finger. The fire in his blood screamed, rushing towards that single point and condensing into a visible, golden-orange glow. This was Taidan's soul. A scorching power that found Naoko's fist exactly.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "Nooooooooo!", Skyra flailed and fake-shouted. "Not my tomboy image!" Another fit of laughter arrived and shook her tiny body. It took a while for this fit to cede and after that Skyra looked right into Mokuren's eyes and with a serious, but still somewhere joking, voice she stated: "I already wear a skirt in combat... and here in school, too, with that uniform. I don't need no dress!" While still that close, Skyra breathed in and caught a whiff of Moku's lovely, foxy smell. How did she manage to smell that nice all the time? That thought, though, was for another time, since her scroll beeped. "Huh... Krys is inviting me for lunch... to this new deli place or something...", she looked up from her scroll and sized up Mokuren for a minute until she, suddenly excited again, spurted out: "Wanna come with me? Eat a nice lunch? Don't worry about the money, I'll invite you."</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren watched Skyra flail as her tom-boy image was mercilessly destroyed, and twirlied an invisible mustache, laughing evily out loud. "HahaHAhaha" However, all joking and laughing aside, she managed to retain some shread of sanity when Skyra spoke. "Ohh, a skirt is no good. It has to be a beautiful dress, one that flows and makes you look so beautiful" Mokuren explained, her nose bleeding as the prospect of such an attractive sight. Then, on a stray bit of wind, Mokuren caught Skyra's scent in full, and it made her happy. This girl, this faunus, smelled so good, for whatever reason it was, Mokuren wasn't about to complain. What she did do, however, was advance on the girl and nuzzle her neck, but only for a few seconds, since she was interupted by bleeping. "Die foul bleeping thing!" She exzclaimed, before Skyra dealt with it. Apparently, it was an invite to lunch, with Skyra. Skyra inviting to lunch. Skyra Lunch! Swiftly imitating a tomato in colour, Mokuren bit her lip hesitently for a few seconds, and then nodded. "I...like that idea. It's a date!" She declared with great vigor, only to freeze when she heard what she had actually said, and remain stiff, awaiting the judgement of Skyra.</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko's arm felt like it ricocheted of off Taidan's deflection. Naoko was amazed but immediately began analysing Taidan. He looked at his eyes, his body composure, stance and so on. He looked him up and down again before finally asking. "How'd ya do it?" Naoko inquired, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "I can't do it. What's your method T?" He further continued. Naoko had to know the secret to this technique. No matter what it took, not being able to use this kind of power was failure in his eyes, and he will never give up until he has every single tool he can acquire to become a great hunter.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta Cobalt nodded as he listened to what Diamond said. He understood all those points. "I get it. It's hard to let go and let someone else choose for you." Cobalt smiled after she gave him a chance in the leadership department. It was far away from friendship but maybe there was still a chance in those regards too. That smile immediately went away after her following words. "I'll keep that in mind." Suddenly she had a knife to his stomach and it took all his willpower to not reach for the handgun he had hidden in his left back pocket. "If you're gonna preach to me about self control, how about you don't immediately draw a knife on me." He called out to her as she walked away. Whatever. "I don't think we're going to ever be friends." Cobalt muttered to himself as he walked away. When was lunch going to end?</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class Taidan grinned, his face immediately becoming a visage of great cheer as he clapped his hands together, a clear sign of an incoming longwinded explanation on how he had exerted his Aura in a manner that had allowed him to counter his teammate's attack. The pretty boy closed the distance between them, moving to throw an arm over Naoko's shoulder. "You know how you can sorta like, feel your Aura just flowing within you, all the time?" he began, materialising one of his ethereal arms to slowly turn and emphasise his point. "It's like, you gotta intensify that feel until you find what hits the spot, what point makes it real easy for you to channel it all to one bit." He flicked back his pinkish-brown hair. "The hard bit is aim. "</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit Estelle Sidos Heurassein - Defending a Caravan Estelle felt the Death Stalker crumble underneath her added weight and her blade pierce it truly. She wedged her blade between the carapaces perfectly, with a warm smile she took hold of her sword, twisting it until it pulled free. She looked over to Sterling who seemed to be okay, she gave him a chuckle when he called her babe. She waved at him, before realizing that her two teammates had not faired as well as Sterling and herself had. She watched as he attempted to save their teammate, which only made Estelle realize there was one unaccounted for. She scanned the surrounding for Sarina and as soon as she saw her, she took off. She heard Sterling call out to her telling her what she had already chosen as a course of action. She saw the five Nightmares and immediately began preemptively increasing her weight. She had a semblance of an idea on how to defeat them while protecting Sarina. She barreled into one of the nightmares, attempting to push it onto its side, leading with her blade. She knew that for her and Sarina to stand a chance against the Nightmares, she had to thin their numbers quickly. Estelle planned on strengthening her weight in order to hold her ground against the potentially charging Nightmares. Estelle felt her body collide with the dark hide of the Nightmare and silently cursed under her breath. When Bianca had told her of the wonders that Beacon held, this was not one of them.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Sarina Tala Dei – Team JESS - Defending a Caravan Sarina did not expect the air current to shift her away from the caravan when she dropped down. An unlucky fate for her as she realized she fell into a group of nightmares. They surrounded her as Sarina was on the ground, looking at them as observed her with a killing intent. Of course she had her sword… Wait where did I lose it when the air current shifted. She clenched both of her hands into a fist, nothing; Arbiter/Torment was not in her hands. Damn it had been with her since she started Haven as she cursed under her breath the loss of it though there was no time to lament its disappearance… [1] And Sarina saw Estelle ram her body into a nightmare. She immediately took this opportunity to activate her semblance as the nightmares would focus on her and charged up her body quickly and went into the hand-to-hand combat stance she used. With Estelle weight pushing down on one nightmare; it would make her an easy target for the remaining four. One charged at her and Sarina with blinding illuminating speed landed a punch on the body of that nightmare to use it hooves to pummel Estelle. That punch sent it off into oblivion, that only god knows where, seeing the stellar burning light engulf it in the distance. Sarina then focused her sight on two nightmares charging at her and like nothing she launched two medium stellar bolts [2] at the charging nightmares, sounding off like a military class rail gun as it sent them off flying…into oblivion…again…disintegrating in the distance. She turned her head to the final nightmare that was…running away. It was a common move by her foes when they view the goddess in action. Sarina made an egotistical half-smile firing off another shot, ending the existence of a fleeing nightmare. Sarina then turned her attention to the last nightmare being crushed by Estelle. "Thanks for being the bait while I finished off the others" making an egotistical half smile towards her. She crouched down to the nightmares head and punched it with strength, pummeling it into the dirt, as its head began disintegrating. "You should get off from it; I don't want you to get burned again…oh and I lost my sword. If you find it, then inform me." -- Sarina Notes [1]: Character Background Info [2]: Another of Sarina semblance ability -- Vega Venetia – Team VGNB - Outskirts of the City The modern lights of the city shined in the distance, the location where Bianca was held at by Dodici Cosca. Scum. Maybe ironic from the connections she supposedly had but in her mind they were rumors. [1] Nonetheless she had been waiting for this moment despite the fact this would considered a suicide mission for a beginning team. After all they had each other and she was grateful for Ozpin in pulling the strings to go on this personal mission. "Gratia and Napoli you lead the attack. With the amount of bullets that are going to fly, that redirection" as she nodded to Napoli "is going to be needed. Me and Beryl will take the shadowy route to find Bianca." -- Vega Notes [1]: Hm?</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Beacon Docks It would not take Noëlle too long to encounter the aforementioned supposed 'pyromaniac' of Team Canvas, for sitting casually within the ornithopteric aircraft that would take the squad of Hunters to the locale of their mission was the ever-enthusiastic Shuai Taidan; pretty-boy extraordinaire, crowd control specialist and a youth voted "Most Likely to Become a Fashion Designer" by his past classmates for his exuberantly large wardrobe and tendency to switch outfits on a single dime. Yet despite the last of those qualities, the twenty-one year old was remarkably restrained in his appearance on this fine day, having, to the likely shock of the members of his former boy band-esque team, defaulted to his customised school uniform, and was now almost somebody who would not immediately stick out in a crowd. The key word of course, being "almost". Despite his military-like attire, there were a certain number of traits that would ensure that he would be quite the object of notice amongst the myriad of unique individuals that populated the city of Vale. Framing his handsome and delicate face, for example, was his long, flowing hair, today differing from its standard, ponytailed design through the utter lack of any form of accessory, whether it be hair-ties, scrunchies or clips. The pink-streaked brown was on full display, dropping down around his shoulders like a tsunami of strawberry-chocolate syrup, the only departure being that of the two long extended parts of his fringe that dropped around his cheeks, and the simple, thin ahoge that reached out from underneath the grey gas mask that had been pulled back up from his face. Gleaming violet eyes, full of life and vigour, were especially noticeable as well, their edges creasing with humour as he fired off a dazzling grin at the girl who had just entered the aircraft. And then there was the six metre long spear with a wicked, golden blade and blood-red horsehair tassels that was balanced precariously upon his lap, its immense girth almost impossible to fit within the width of their transport. He did have other tools of his trade upon his body, such as the six golden rings sitting peacefully in the crimson vambraces around his arms, or the wind and fire wheels that were attached to his boots, but it was his incredibly large weapon, one that was three and half times longer than his height, that would most likely be noticed. "Hello there!" His voice was very much the essence of honest cheer. "I'm Taidan," continued the prettyboy, before pausing momentarily to adjust the position of the gas mask sitting upon his head. "Shuai Taidan. Nice to meetcha."</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra sighed long and hard. "A car... seriously...", she mumbled. From the get go, she was skeptic about stepping into that car. First of all, it didn't look safe enough for her, especially when Krys was driving. Not that she didn't trust her team's leader, but she doubted her ability to drive. Secondly, this was more or less exactly the opposite of "stealthy". Which was why she had to bring it up to their leader. "Krys... a car is not exactly the most... subtle way of getting around... I am pretty sure there are other ways of reaching our mechanic. I don't really want to get ambushed on our way there, 'cause I am pretty certain our enemy already knows that we're out here..." Mentally Skyra already prepared herself for her objection to be rejected. She knew she had no chance in hell to do stuff sneakily in this team of loud people. A slight smile spread over her face at that thought, just for a second, to be replaced by her usual emotionless, business visage.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson When Robert was a boy, living on the streets all on his own, one activity he enjoyed to do was to visit the library. There were countless numbers of books and, if you were to ask, most of the librarians there would have sworn that that redheaded child had read every single one. As the pack of Beowolves closed in around him and the burning rage he had just felt quickly turned to fear and worry, Robert recalled a specific line from one of those many books. It was some sort of guide, for hitchhiking if memory served him right, that read, "What to do if you find yourself stuck with no hope of rescue: Consider yourself lucky that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your present circumstances seems more likely, consider yourself lucky that it won't be troubling you much longer." In that moment though, Robert decided that if he was going to die, he wasn't going to lie down and take it. At first he activated the ballistic form of his bracers, but soon realized that, with his team so near, that firing shots off in random directions would only lead to disaster. Switching back to his weapons' blade form, Robert charged at the nearest Beowolf. The team leader aimed for the beast's jugular, causing the Grimm to try to duck underneath. It underestimated the huntsman-in-training's speed though and was met with both blades in its eyesockets. One of the Beowolves thought that Robert had now left himself open for attack and lunged forward to take a bite out of him. The boy quickly raised his leg and kicked the Grimm's face though, sending shards of broken teeth in all directions. These weren't dumb animals though, and it didn't take long for them to realize that attacking one at a time was a foolhardy plan. While one Beowulf tried to turn his head into a chew toy, another used its claws to try and take a swipe out of him. In the blink of an eye, Robert changed one bracer to its ballistic mode and put a 10mm round between the hungry Grimm's eyes. He attempted to use the other bracer to block the incoming claw, but was too slow, allowing the claw to rip through his flesh. Robert collapsed on the ground in pain. He wasn't going to last much longer if his team didn't try to help him.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Brewing Storm Despite her fair silence, Sangue was still paying full attention to her surroundings. In fact, so far there were not several things that disturbed her senses; there were quite a handful of unnatural presences in the area, and she was pretty sure that every other hunter present near her vicinity knew that. She kept her hands on her blade, remaining watchful over what could strike. But again, while her offense was moderately powerful, she had nothing to cover her aside from her aura for defense. Which led to her simply trailing her team leader. She wasn't using him as a human shield; she just felt less nervous around the presence of her teammates. Then the lights turned off. With Ben stating that he would protect one of the flanks, Sangue stayed close to him and prepared to back him up. Her expression was no longer idle; her eyebrows were furrowed slightly, her lips tightening into a small frown.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – Outskirts of the City After Beryl scoped out the building, Vega thought about a way to approach the building. Going through the lobby would attract attention though perhaps they could be a diversion if Napoli and Beryl get discovered? Yes, Napoli and Beryl through the Warehouse while Vega and Gratia can go through the bank as prospective customers. It is a good way for her and Gratia to get more info on the building. "Alright, Beryl, you accompany Napoli through the warehouse on a stealth mission to locate Bianca. While that me and Gratia will enter through the lobby as prospective customers who want to open up a checking account," pausing, "if it is still open. It is evening already." Though the thought of a night infiltration was a better plan in her mind, though god knows what is happening to Bianca. Perhaps patience for the night was better when they would be less security personnel to deal with. "Or we can wait until night falls and infiltrate the headquarters together."</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Team KNVS (Sticky Situation) The aircraft rocked violently against the storm of feathers, the shuddering of the metal vibrating into his body. To be attacked by a Nevermore so soon into their mission ... it was exciting to know that they were getting such a grand welcome from the hordes of Grimm they'd been sent to exterminate. Fighting that foul excuse for a bird however, seemed to be quite difficult when a team of hunters was trapped within a weaponless transport, as if condemned to a flying steel coffin. What could they possibly do? What actions could the senior team of KNVS perform in order to escape such a dangerous and deadly situation? Shuai Taidan, pretty-boy extraordinaire, master of disguise and pyromaniac, fastened his gas mask, snapping it tightly shut over his face. He rose from his seat, shifting his long polearm into a standing position and placing it down onto the cold floor of the transport with a quiet thud to keep himself balanced. "You guys go ahead," he said cheerfully as he turned around to face his team, voice distorted by his mask. "I'll handle our feathery little friend, kay~?" The door behind him opened. The wind blew through, ruffling his hair and spreading throughout the entire aircraft. And then. He. Fell. Back. Taidan exited the aircraft, dropping to a rapid vertical descent towards the earth like a bullet. Then his boots flared up, the wind-and-fire wheels igniting with power, forcing him to a screaming halt. He hung like that for a second, held immobile within the blue sky, and his body suddenly shifted around. A Nevermore would have been a problem for any other hunter. However ... The skies were Taidan's domain. "I wonder if you taste like duck?" he murmured, looking up at the flying Grimm above him. Six ethereal arms unfurled from his back, as if Vishnu reborn. "Guess I gotta try!" Spear in hand, he blitzed towards his enemy at high speeds.</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Patrol Mission Once Team Kiss arrived to the mechanic's workshop, one thing they may have noticed as they entered was the quiet. It was fairly early in the morning, so a lull in business wasn't too strange. But for those with sharp eyes, they may have noticed that the sign said "Closed", yet the doors were open. There wasn't a responds from anyone towards Team Kiss. Not an immediate one anyways. Before they could investigate much further, someone did step out one of the halls. A thuggish looking figure with an automatic rifle, who fired a hail of bullets towards Team Kiss, hoping to have caught them off guard. Shortly after three more showed up, similarly armed, and it looked like the band of hunters had a fight on their hands. @Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888 Capture the Fort The beowolves were in the process of tearing Robert apart to feast on his innards, but fortunately Trad came to his rescue before he was torn limb from limb. And while the beowolves were slowly losing their numbers, they continued their furious onslaught, some even intelligent enough to call for backup. A distinctive howl pierced the night, and in the distance it was responded by more howls. The remaining beowolves, seven currently, proceeded to attack Trad and Roberts, though Trad's power prevented them from doing much harm. For the first few minutes the monsters did nothing but claw and bite, but as they noticed their attacks failing to do any notable harm, they tried to see if they could push Trad out of the way, or dig into the dirt and reach Robert from below. And for those who weren't deafen by the snarls and growling of the beast near them, there was a thundering herd of footsteps in the distance. Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64 Sticky Situation The Nevermore was old, but still as deadly as any youngsters, if not more so. It has fought and came out on top against many hunters in the past, to the point that it has a decent awareness of how they use their weapons and abilities. It also knew that it's current opponent, a flying metal machine, had no means to harm the nevermore. If the metal box could be grabbed, then it can be slammed into the ground. If that did not destroy the box, it will at least kill the hunters inside. At least that's how it usually goes. Someone fell from the aircraft. The nevermore knew it was a hunter, and they usually fall out in order to save themselves. In the thick forest the Nevermore couldn't hunt them down, but it didn't particularly care. At least, it didn't until it saw something glowing flying towards it. With a great flap of it's wings the nevermore nearly avoided getting it's head impaled on Shuai's spear, and it was mildly surprised that he was able to fly in the skies. Never has the nevermore fought a hunter who could fly. But it was hardly bothered with this. The Nevermore began to fly high, high enough that to the pilot of the aircraft the massive grimm monster was naught but a spec in the sky. Won't be long before the nevermore would bring it's full weight down on the aircraft, and anything else in it's way. This was the pilot's signal to get the ship down. At the risk of running into other hostiles, it was testing his luck or his skill against the nevermore's dive bombing. And despite it's size, they dropped fast. "We'll be making an emergency landing here folks, I see a clearing up ahead that I'll be able to move into. With any luck your friend in the skies will keep big bird off my tail, and give you all some time to get accustomed to the forest. Thank you for taking Air Beacon, and happy hunting." The pilot spoke with a cool voice as he hovered twenty feet above the ground, opening the bay doors for the rest of Team Canvas to make a landing. @Savato@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Mechanic's Sepia turned just as the man with the gun stepped into view. Her eyes widened and she whipped around to face her team leader. "Krys-" She was cut off by the storm of bullets. One of them found its mark in the edge of her waist and a few others whizzed dangerously close. She flinched. Swinging Orthus off of her back, she spun and pointed one end at the gunman, firing its hook out with enough force to send her skidding on her feet backwards a yard. With any luck, it would take out at least that particular individual and clear a path for her teammates to escape being surrounded. She knew for a fact that Orthus's mechanism was strong enough to break a few ribs.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon didn't think much about the mechanic's shop aside that it was small and cramped. Which was a bad thing when someone came out and started shooting them. The first thing Ebon did was rush in front of Krysthane, who was standing closest to the gunner, and use his massive shield to protect her from the hail of bullets. He saw Sepia take a shot, but from his spot behind The Kingdom Ebon didn't know what was going on. He had two R-Types pop out from the shield and returned fire at the gunner and his allies. Ebon wasn't really trying to hit them, but he was supressing the area by having his R-Types shoot everything in the general direction. He shot up tools, boxes, papers, containers, and anything else near the gunner. Ebon might have even actually hit someone. As his R-Types were suppressing fire he used another Claw Type to close the distance and give Ebon some intel on what they're up against. He had the Claw Type charge at one of the gunners that Sepia wasn't fighting with, aiming for his shooting hand so that he couldn't get a clear shot at the R-type or the others. "I got a feeling they aren't here for a repair job."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Deliberations "Not here." he replied to Lauren's first query from within the inner portion of their group, having been quickly decided a liability on the outside given his lack of defensive capabilities or enhanced senses. Not that I disagree with it. I should have at least used the flashlight function of the scroll from in there, though... Hindsight's 20/20. Folding his arms across his chest and staring deeply into the split of the path, Luke began to do what Luke did best, what Luke always did, and what Luke had become somewhat infamous for doing too much: Weighing options. "Well, if we end up splitting..." he began, gaze sweeping round to take in the group at large for a moment. "It'd make the most sense to have the leaders each go down a path, to start with." Simple sense, stuff that even April would be able to come up with. By having each team's leader on the two paths, they could keep in constant contact and report their findings to one-another in real time. To not do so would result in them being cut off, unable to call for help. In other words, a death sentence in this scenario. "From there, though..."</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Team KNVS (Sticky Situation) "Ooh, you're a fast little birdy." Taidan righted himself in the air, eyes lazily following the ascent of the Nevermore further into the blue sky from behind his gas mask. It was going for the divebomb, if the rapid shifting of the body into a more aerodynamic form was any indication. A tricky thing to deal with, especially if there was stuff in the way. The bird Grimm were unnaturally heavy compared to their mortal counterparts, and he didn't want to be the guy being targeted by a falling one. Fighting off magpies was totally enough to deal with already. Still, everybody was counting on him, so the birdy had to suffer a gruesome death. Ah, the life of being an awesome hunter. He floated below the flying Grimm, moving his body to face the path of its readied descent. The ethereal, ghostly arms, six in number, unfurled from behind his back, much like a great god readying his judgement upon the guilty. Taidan wasn't a god, by any means, but the Nevermore was definitely guilty of conspiring to exterminate every single human on the planet. And that was totally something deserving of punishment. The arms solidified for a second, before becoming ethereal once more. They were ready. Taidan gripped onto his long spear, extending it forth at the bird in challenge. The tip opened, radiating heat and power. "Come at me, then!"</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm "There would be spares to power these things laying around... Although I don't think turning them on is a good idea yet", he responded. The idea of turning on the generators was what he had in mind at first, getting more light was a good thing too, but with a big facility like this, it would make an incredible amount of noise. He felt like the lights were all off for a reason, nothing seemed damaged, the Grimm didn't go after the lights, or anything like that, they had to have been turned off by the survivors. He felt that turning on the lights would be tantamount to unleashing hell. The Grimm avoided the lantern because of the light, but if there was no light to hide in, what would happen? They would become berserk, not to mention, he felt the ones from before weren't the only Grimm they could be facing in here. "It would make a lot of noise, I feel like we'll get swarmed by Grimm the moment the lights are turned on, not to mention if they're afraid of light, imagine how unpredictable they would be when they're overcome with it, with no shadows to hide in", he noted. "We should definitely turn the generator and lights on though, just not yet. We need to gather up survivors first and meet up with Pris", turning the lights on would be what they want if they needed to clear the facility, but all things considered right now, the survivors would be in danger if the Grimm were on a random rampage throughout the whole facility. Their hiding places would be swarmed by Grimm trying to find a place to take cover also.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz "Well, you're both leader and the one in Grimm Studies." Luke said with a cooperative nod, choosing to defer to Jack's broader experience and knowledge base for the moment. That, however, left them with a simple question. "What next, then? On to the Decontamination room?" he asked, looking to the door. It'd be simple to walk across and fling it open, but even in a room as calm as this, he felt much safer if they moved as a unit without anyone rushing ahead, potentially straight into an ambush. Then again, we've made our presence pretty clear just by talking like this. Would they have attacked by now if there were any? Well, this was where the Grimm-Animal comparison got tricky, as the former was much more aggressive on the whole towards humanity, while the latter depended greatly between the myriad circumstances involved. In any case, even he knew that acting without warning was a recipe to get everyone into trouble.</s> <\|message\|>Lilac Drakon Lilac Drakon The battles behind her faded from Lilac's mind as she focused. She had to take care of the enemy she faced before she went to help the others, but she knew it wouldn't give her much trouble. After all, this fight was probably halfway over by now. She could see the twin heads closing in on her, one from each side, but to her their movements were sluggish. She grinned as she reached out her hands to either side, her enhanced strength coupled with the protection her aura provided making it a simple matter to grasp the lethal fangs like she was plucking fruit, twisting her wrists until both snapped off in her hands. Not only did the Taiju recoil from the pain, but she now had two shiny new weapons to use against it. She tossed them aside, however, as her battlerush goaded her into finishing the fight with her own two hands. She leaped into the air directly at one of the two heads, a disturbing glee in her eyes as she reached out to beat the life out of her opponent.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm "You got it." Ben said easily, flipping Lawnslot around to hand the weapon to Lauren butt first. Then he switched Artorius to his left hand, freeing up his throwing arm for what was to come. Amy could use her weapons to climb up, but Sangue and Lauren would need a boost. He could work with that. "Amy, you want to grapple up or get tossed? I'll send Sangue up after, then Lauren, then you can use Unchained Fury to pull me up." "What's your preference?"</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm "Yeah, onto the decontamination room. We should above all else try and meet up with Priscilla and the survivors she was with. Although, before we went into the last room we didn't have a light, so they attacked us, since we were enveloped in their element. The light should keep us safe", honestly he wasn't sure, as he had absolutely no idea what kind of Grimm they were dealing with. Although he had a point. The Grimm stepped right the hell off the moment they entered the lit room. Though while his observation seemed to be correct, he had the feeling that numerous Grimm lurked the shadows around them. Though they acted as if this facility was a home to them, so their little trip through the rooms were equal to walking through a Grimm infested forest, except they had means of keeping Grimm away from them without fighting... Hopefully. "That being said, I would prefer to deal with an ambush than constant waves of them", he was a bit more serious this mission. He could feel the pressure of this place too. He hoped Priscilla didn't do anything stupid though before they reached her. She was quite excitable.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane - Patrol Mission Fixit hm? Not the most original name, albeit accurate. "Mr.Fixit, you're right on both accounts. I'm Krysthane, and this is my team, Ebon, Skyra and Sephia."[/color] She explained as she pointed at each of them in turn. " Can one of you guys please call Officer Midori to get over here and help get rid of these thugs? Anyway Mr.Fixit, we can here because we got word from a friend that you might now some things that could help us in our investigation. Specifically do you know anything about W.A.R? Anything you can tell us would be helpful."" Krysthane asked, eager to get some more answers about this mysterious deal. At least she knew they were heading in the right direction, obviously Fixit knew something if thugs had been sent to take care of him and anyone who was looking for him.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Brewing Storm At the notion that Sangue needed to get a brief elevation with the help of Ben, the red-haired woman sheathed her blade, though her hands remained gripping the sheath and the sword handle tightly. With her usual silence, the swordswoman walked up to Ben. As soon as Amy made her decision, she would be thrown by her team leader. That sounded neat. If anything were to go a bit shakily, she always had her claw and blade to adjust to situations. The huntress-in-training turned to Amy and Ben with a blank look.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze \| Brewing Storm "Sounds fair" Cian said as she continued to let her eyes sweep the room it was at times like this she wished she had finished her one project for class at least those goggles would help greatly at the moment. Still she supposed all things considered that Jack's idea had merit it was best to face ambush rather than a horde of grimm. "This place unsettles me I say we hurry and get our part of the job done the sooner we are done with place the better." She added as she shivered lightly the nature and feel she was getting from here was starting to get to her the only reason she hasn't started firing at every noise was due to training rather than any restraint on her part.</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Sticky Situation Taidan pulled his spear away, watching calmly from behind his gas mask as the Nevermore's black carcass slumped and dissipated into wispy nothingness, much like so many other Grimm had in the past upon succumbing to his weapons. It was always so strange, so curious, that the creatures of night would simply ... blink out of existence when they died. Were they truly even alive, then? Their status was as much of a mystery as their presence, but it did provide quite a fodder for discussion. Interesting discussion, as well, but it was totally not the time for that right now. The others were waiting on him, and you always had to avoid keeping your friends waiting! None of the Grimm's friends were coming to fight him either, so the sky was probably clear for now. That was good work! With renewed cheer, the pretty boy extraordinaire of Team KNVS descended from the heavens, the flames on his wind and fire wheels burning hot as they controlled his fall towards the woods that his fellows had decided to land within. The clearing within the trees was easily visible, even from so far up, and so Shuai Taidan slowed as he neared it, dropping on the soil with a quiet tap. It was good to be with the others again. "Bird's gone," he declared happily.</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken "I believe that the plan was for the stealthier of you to accompany me around back to see what we could find." Beryl had been content to remain quiet and let the others figure out the plan. At this point though, her staying silent would do nothing but waste precious time. They needed to get moving before something happened to Gratia. She adjusted her sword belt and did a few light stretches. She looked at the other two with a slightly impatient face. "Best we get moving sooner than later, the person who remains behind can move in when things start exploding."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz Clear shots? What the heck? I can't possibly be in front of everything, I'm a small gu—ggrbl In his moment of distraction, the hoodie-clad hunter found his situation to have suddenly grown much more dire, as long arms, clawing at and past him for purchase, found hold of his neck, instantly squeezing tight. His eyes bugging, he cut off his complaints (through no mean feat of psychological effort), and directed his focus to the task at hand. Teeth grit as his neck muscles tensed in an instinctual method to fight off the squeeze, his consciousness flashed back to a more practical method of dealing with the attack. Grab the choking hand. Four fingers on the meat below the thumb. Peel away. Counterattack with all your might! Deftly adjusting his grip upon the creature's arm, he caught one of its fellows trying to slip by— "OOOAAAAAAAAH!" And with a haggard cry of war, clubbed it with the Grimm he'd been dealing with. Letting out a rough cough as he released, he returned to his usual demeanor that everyone knew and loved once more. "I can't be getting in the way of every shot, can I?!" Consummate everydude just trying to make sense of the world around him. The more this mission dragged on, the crazier everyone was getting! They had to get out of here, and fast. And with some remorse, he noted that he was definitely a major factor in slowing their process down in the first place. Just as the sparring class had time and again proven: I think too much. "Just put lead on anything that moves that isn't us!" came the amendment, "If there's a worker in here, we'd have known by now!"</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan Before long, Team Canvas was finally together. The sun was still up and the forest was quiet. There were signs of grimm passing through the area, most of it large tracks. Some cobwebs of unusual size hung from the trees marking broodling paths, but they were spread far and irregularly. There was no signal here on everyone's Scroll, so they could not even use their devices to call each other over a network or access the internet. The first of the team to interrupt the silence was, of course, the masked pyromaniac of the team, having exterminated a Nevermore mere minutes before. Taidan was bringing up the rear, terrifyingly long qiang resting casually upon his shoulder. While none could see his face, it was quite clear from his jaunty step that he was smiling. Beatifically. "Do spider Grimm produce spider silk?" he asked, fingers tapping gently against the shaft of his weapon. "There would be a lot, wouldn't there?" Enough to ... say, craft some rather dazzling garments from. --- @Sho Minazuki @Onarax @Lucius Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver Varius landed well with a martial grace as expected of Hunters their level, ever observant he was more concerned why there was also a Nevermore here. Though it now lies dead, there was still the matter of reaching their destination, now that their main transport was down. It was likely they were going to be a little late, and given the nature of their mission, the sooner they got there the better. Their team member Shuai broke the silence. They would likely produce silk, considering this was a nesting type, them making their own nest with their webbing was very likely, and yes given the mission, there would be a lot. "Very likely, and I would trust you to keep the swarms off of us too when the time comes", he responded promptly, dusting his clothes off before the team began to figure out which direction to move in.</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) "That goes without saying, Varius," replied the resident pyromaniac and pretty-boy extraordinaire (although aside from his flowing locks of pinkish-brown hair, it was exceedingly difficult to make out his facial features from behind the strange gas mask tightly worn over his head) with good cheer, immediately closing in on his teammate to throw a friendly arm around the other man's shoulder. "Any Grimm that comes close to us, and wham! The goose will have been cooked!" Literally, of course, because that was the fate suffered by all monsters of the night that found themselves at the business end of his napalm-producing weapon. Although, the intense heat of the chemical compound would more likely result in overcooking, but the metaphor still applied nonetheless, albeit with an assumption that Chongli was capable of being utilised as a kitchen utensil. Taidan had yet to properly test such out, but it was an idea that was going straight on his list of things to do if trapped in a state of ennui. It would be a truly fascinating experience! And he had a chef outfit lying around that would fit perfectly with such an activity. "So what type of plan are we going for today?" he continued, still resting his arm upon Varius. "Want me to just flood the nest with fire, or ...?"</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia @Lucius Cypher@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Armory "Eep!" Emerald nearly jumped out of her skin when Anna surpise hugged her. She'd been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn't seen her soul sister coming. "Oh hey Anna, I'm doing alright I guess, it's just a lot to take in and process ya know? I think I'm still in shock about it." Emerald was more in shock about what her dad had told her than anything else. She'd had an older sister all this time and she never knew! She basically gained two sisters yesterday, that was crazy! She followed Anna to where Gren and Oswald were conspiring on something...most likely developing weapons of some sort. "Whatcha guys plotting?"</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Haven "Beryl Harken. Hey." Jericho wasn't even surprised by the otter's random appearances in his life anymore, nor was he going to waste any energy protesting her anime nickname for him. He was more focused on the random affliction that seemed to strike her as it had struck so many other girls (and honestly, people in general) here at Beacon: random, sometimes bizarre mood swings, that seemed to pass like freak storms. She had a faraway look in her eye that faded for all of two seconds. And he had thought better of her than to push her boobs up just because she was sitting next to him. Wasn't like they weren't perky to begin with anyway, Beryl, don't be a paranoid wreck. You didn't HAVE to sit here. "I don't really care much about weaponry, honestly. Not enough to get attached to most of it. Put any gun in my hands and I'm comfortable up to 1900 meters." He shrugged off his jacket and unclasped the chest holster he was wearing, pulling it away from his t-shirt and dropping it on the worktable that he and the Mistralian Faunus girl shared. His hair clip came next, long brown hair falling down his neck as the clip slimmed down and extended into yet another knife, this time a faux-stiletto that he dropped gently onto the table. He looked to Beryl, mouth creasing casually into a thinner line; he gave a faint shrug and shook his hair free, chest rising and falling calmly as he looked wistfully to the back of the class. "I just enrolled because this seemed like the closest thing to an auto shop," he explained, "and I used to piss away a period on my streetfighter. I didn't want to have to get her repaired with black market parts for a semester. Hey. Your Semblance is water-specific, right, Beryl? Those cavemen at the docks here all have their thumbs up their asses, and God knows what they screwed around with while unloading her. Would you help me check it today if you have a free minute, make sure no single-celled jackass dumped a bottle of Fiji into my carburetor or anything like that?"</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia @LokiLeo789 -- Vega Venetia - Team VGNB – Armory Class Vega did have any ideas for any contraption on weapon. Sitting near Gratia while she worked on her Contraption, Vega was reading an article concerning SMG's and AR's on reducing muzzle climb and increasing auto-controllability. She kept her distance so Gratia would have room. Flipping a page, "Interesting" she muttered to herself.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Ayazi@LokiLeo789@Plank Sinatra Beacon Academy-Armory Class-Beryl Harken So that's where he was keeping it. Beryl hadn't been able to figure out where Jericho had pulled that smaller knife from the last time she had seen it. The young Altesian knight had an insane draw speed when he felt threatened. "Sure." She said in a tone that, while it was still cheerful, was less overwhelmingly so than her initial greeting had been. "It'll give me a chance to pick up some pointers on automotive mechanics from someone who actually knowns what they are doing."</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Picture, if you will, the scene of a school cafeteria. One emptier than it would be at any other time of the day, but a school cafeteria nonetheless. A school cafeteria filled with stores hawking tasty sustenance, mascot statues appealing to merchandising, and a small number of loitering students taking advantage of their temporary freedom from classes to grab themselves a quick meal to replenish their energy stores for the inevitable task of learning. Of course, there is a major difference between this scene and the school cafeteria you are likely picturing (beyond the fact that trainee Hunters would not be found so easily in some school cafeteria): there is an unfortunate lack of Shuai Taidan in your imagination. That isn't to say, however, that there is a visibly "Taidanesque" presence in this cafeteria either. Certainly, this larger-than-life Shuai Taidan should be one of loitering students in the cafeteria, but for all intents and purposes, the room seems bereft of anything larger-than-life, and one would suggest that Shuai Taidan isn't larger-than-life at all, if he could be present without anybody noticing. Yet there is a simple explanation. The reason for why there is no sign of Shuai Taidan, why nobody has noticed his presence despite his supposed larger-than-life nature, why there is no radiant aura of cheeriness filling up some corner of the room, is merely the fact that ... ... Shuai Taidan doesn't look like Shuai Taidan. An unexpected answer, but one with an even more obvious answer: Shuai Taidan is in costume. Take a look at the small number of loitering students in this cafeteria. At first, you may have thought that the set with the qualities of "who could be Shuai Taidan" essentially boiled down to one discrete variable: "the boy who looked like Shuai Taidan and thus was Shuai Taidan". This, of course, would have been fallacious reasoning even had Shuai Taidan looked like Shuai Taidan given the presence of those with shapeshifting or illusionary powers present within the halls of Beacon Academy. Yet that is not as relevant to the discussion as the fact that yes, Shuai Taidan does not look like Shuai Taidan. And thus, the set of "who could be Shuai Taidan" expanded in scope from an individual to every single one of those loitering students. After all, if none of them looked like Shuai Taidan, and Shuai Taidan didn't look like himself, then everyone was a candidate for being Shuai Taidan. (Except for your boyfriend, Plank. Because quite unfortunately for your case, Shuai Taidan is really just a flat, 2D creation made up of words and copyrighted images, and not actually part of the set consisting of "actual real humans who you could feasibly date".) So of those loitering students, who is in fact Shuai Taidan? It's not the silver-haired hipster with sunglasses, because he is far too tall to be Shuai Taidan, even if platform shoes were involved. It's not the cleaner wiping gunk off the tables before more students arrive, because Shuai Taidan's shift isn't until later in the week. It's not even the black-haired beauty inexplicably in a ballgown, because Shuai Taidan isn't crossdressing today. What's the answer then, you may ask? He's one of the supposed mascot statues. If it comes as quite a surprise, then you likely share the sentiments of many of the students present in the cafeteria. They too assumed that the grumpy-faced bear wearing kevlar was merely a statue owned by the sweets store, but the sudden motion of said bear's feet proved them to be incorrect. It was no statue, but in fact a costume. A costume containing Shuai Taidan. A Shuai Taidan who had decided to stop loitering in a costume and start waddling out of the cafeteria. Witnesses could only stare after him in shock. And once he, clad still in costume, disappeared from the cafeteria's confines, a conclusion could be settled upon: In this cafeteria, the set of "who could be Shuai Taidan" no longer contained any individuals.</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Haven @Abillioncats So that's how it's gonna be. Not dreaming. He wasn't dreaming. Even a well-loved phrase of his like 'God damn it' wouldn't cut this. God has damned this whole land. Not that Jer Piper was surprised to see a catgirl flying. This was an unfortunate constant in his life, like someone tripping over the same stair, or always hitting the same pothole on a relaxing Sunday drive. But normally there was an order to this sort of thing. The kind of serenity that came with a pattern. * (a.) Be Jer; look up at the ceiling. * (b.) A catgirl is flying between your head and the ceiling. * (c.[a.]) Because Bright has noticed this catgirl trying to linger in Speer's room, * (c.[b.]) and launched her into the mesosphere. * (d.) Problem resolution. This broke that godly pattern. And what does a devil do, but the jobs that God has not the stomach for? Just as his hand was leaving the desk and straying to his chest, a tail thwacked it casually. Beryl Harken was smiling. The two guns in his chest holster went untouched. God has damned this whole class. "Atlas is the future," Jer reported dispassionately. "There we have catgirls there that can make puns, leap skyscrapers, hunt crime, and still make it back before curfew. Levitation is cool, too, though. To the second graders."</s> <\|message\|>Skye (she claims to have no last name, that she lost it. She also referred to herself initially as "Byakko" but now denies this) Annabelle Valentine Armory That's a good idea, having the scroll itself take most of the workload. It would let us fit a lot more features into the visor itself. If she does choose to go with the smaller model it will take some time to get parts that good ordered and shipped. Hmm, Ozzie's gone quiet. Either he's getting fully into his work now or... No, I'm sure he's just busy at this point. Lots to get excited about. "No spare blades, Grenster. I only brought the essentials from home and haven't done any major shopping yet. Aren't there some generic bladed weapons over there?" Ah! And earmuffs, perfect! She stood up to go fetch the much desired ear protection but a sudden outburst made her jump. "E-Emmie, what-?" Hold on. How is she suddenly so much taller than me? Ooooh... Emerald hadn't gotten taller. She was floating! What the hell?! This is insane! Annabelle cheered Emerald on as she began a series of aerial acrobatics throughout the classroom. Briefly she wondered if she should remind Emerald she was wearing a skirt. She picked up her scroll and began to record the event instead. It would just ruin the mood if I pointed that out now.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Grimm Studies To say Sepia woke up feeling unwell would be an understatement. As she came to, her first thought was of just how hot she was. The immense pile of fluffy blankets and pillows that formed a structure almost like a nest on her bed had metamorphosed into an oven at some point during the night and she was starting to feel thoroughly like an overcooked...something. "Something sweaty, anyway." She ran a hand through slightly damp curls, surprised at its slight shakiness. "Huh. I must be really hungry." Ignoring how her head pounded when she sat up, the dog faunus disentangled herself from the suffocating mess that used to be a bed before she twisted and turned in it all night. "I really hope Yue made food. The issue of how I've never so much as touched an oven isn't something I want to go through right now." Hm. Maybe the other girl could teach her sometime. It would be nice to spend some non-mission time together. - By the time she slid into one of the very last vacant seats in Grimm Studies, Sepia was very grateful for the lack of obstacles on her way to class. While she would normally jump at the chance to socialize, today was just not a good day for first impressions. At least her spot was in the back. Maybe if she made herself extra small during class, she wouldn't be called on for anything. "If I get pulled down to fight, I'm definitely going to puke." Nausea had been building up all day, and even someone as admittedly slow as her could figure out why. Everyone here was just so stressed. Between the student body of teen angst and Datura's wacky hormones, Sepia's semblance was starting to get on her nerves for more than just the usual reason."Buck up. It just means that there are people here who need help. It's not their fault that being a teenager is just one crisis after another." She chided herself internally. The brunette leaned forward and propped her chin on her palm. Her eyelids drooped. Well, one did. The other felt...weird. A chill ran down her spine. "I forgot to put it back." Quickly, she pulled down a section of hair to cover the left side of her face. A class where she would doubtlessly alternate between anxiety and sleepiness. It could be worse, really.</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Grimm Studies The door at the back of the lecture hall clicked open, and a solitary figure immediately slipped through, surreptitiously glancing around the room even as he made his to a quiet seat far from the front where the lecturer for the class had yet to appear. He was a pretty young man, his handsome and delicate face framed by long, flowing hair. There was no ponytail today - no scrunchies, headbands or any other accessories were present - and instead the pink-streaked brown was on full display, dropping down around his shoulders like a tsunami of strawberry-chocolate syrup. Two long, extended parts of his fringe dropped around his cheeks, and a simple, thin cowlick drooped from the top of his head. Clad in a militaristic uniform, the young man shuffled into his chair, plonking down without taking out any books, or really, even having anything to carry learning materials in. The reason being that Shuai Taidan, senior student, had absolutely no need to turn up to a first-year class. He didn't even have a class this period. Yet despite it, the violet-eyed fellow decided that it would be fun to sneak into the back of a class and see what the youth of today was learning.</s>
<\|description\|>Jorie Ngo Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Faunus - Alpheidae Weapon: Claw; Jorie's right arm. It's an overgrown claw that has replaced one of her limbs, if you account for her entire weight, this thing almost weighs half of her. The biological weapon is possibly one of the most confusing weapons in the school, able to shatter bones and eardrums if you allow her to land a critical attack. It works in a rather odd manner, similar to firing a gun, this shrimp cocks her claw, nothing too bad happening. However, once the pincers snap shut in an almost lightning speed, pressure fires is fired. It works as her claw is snapping so fast that it creates a gap within the air, the power comes when the air rushes back to fill the gap creating a shock-wave that allows foes to be hit with mere sound. This implosion causes an attack that can knock around most enemies from medium distances and possibly could break bones if you were hit in the right area with enough force. Specialty: Mage / Gunslinger - Jorie isn't too fast due to her abnormal weight distribution, she's constantly imbalanced while moving which makes her very immobile in situations that require speed and finesse. This makes it so that she likes to fight from medium to long range, or hiding to strike at the right moment, Jorie is most vulnerable if she is in CCQ due to that the rest of the body is quite fragile excluding her weapon which can be dangerous if you allow her to snap at your flesh with her claw. Semblance: Bubble Blast; Jorie is able to pressurize small areas of space. They are mainly used to add extra force into her weapon, make the shock-waves even worse with added pressure to be popped. Begrudgingly, and rarely, Jorie can also use this power to create small pressurized bubbles within people that can cause acute pain, nauseous, and possibly even start some internal bleeding if the pressurized air bubbles pop within them. These bubbles only last for a few seconds as they are mainly used to fire off more powerful blast, but it can still be used as a distraction method if necessary. Personality: Jorie, amazingly with her rather strange arm is exceptionally understanding and kind when it comes to curious people, she doesn't find the questions too bad, and is even friendlier to other types of Faunus. Though, you have to find her first to even interact with her. Natural instincts tell the girl to constantly hide, she can fit into almost any space and you can find her in the most confusing places like in the top cupboard or her own school locker. If you are able to detect and find her hiding places, than you are free to interact with her actually shy personality. She murmurs to strangers most of the time, but with people that she sees on a regular basis like her teammates, she becomes a lot more outgoing. Color: Pearl Emblem: A circle completely surrounded in a claw-like shape. Appearance: Jorie is extremely small, you could almost say that she is similar to the size of a shrimp! Jokes aside, she is around the height of 4'8, her claw arm is almost half the size of herself. The main things you notice about her is rather large claw arm, but she also has another physical trait relating to her species. From her skull, two antennae are protruding from her head, these are very sensitive to touch, and they allow her to feel in a higher sensation compared to the human side of her. She is rather light, likes hiding in the dark better than standing in the day light, and her size allows her to hide anywhere she pleases. She doesn't like to wear anything too tight, she likes wearing loose bits of clothing to fit in those tight spaces that even she would have trouble squeezing into. Jorie also wears a dark grey and over-sized hoodie, far too big for her own good as if you pull up the hood on her, it covers her entire face! She also wears khaki pants with red slippers donning her feet, her hair is unkempt and short with the color relating to the color hazel. All in all, she looks like a pretty frail girl except for the giant claw arm protruding from her body.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "Tch." Ebon got back onto his feet, dusting himself off and looking at the two. "Whatever. Go on and play buddy-buddy all you want. You and I both know this is all just an act." Ebon grabbed The Kingdom and walked away from the scene. He wasn't going to go to any party with someone like Sapphire, and having Gren there wasn't making it seem any more appealing. Though this did make him want to find Sapphire's daggers even more, if only to spite her. So Ebon left the air docks to find a foot path down towards the lake, or at least a series of cliff edges he could hop down and get closer. Once Ebon was out of sight, he looked back towards the lake. In the distance he could see a couple of heads pop out of the water. The others either found the daggers or were having a hard time finding it. Either way Ebon jumped off the cliff with The Kingdom in his hand. Once he got a good 15 feet or so above the water, he slammed The Kingdom into the side of the cliff, stopping him form falling further. Climbing on top of it he then sent out a few more R-Types, this time four in total. With less of a distance to focus he should be able to use them more effectively, though only in a close group. "Now let's see what's taking so long..."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Lakebed Looking between his compatriots (and mercifully ignoring Robert's pantslessness), Oswald boldly declared his, admittedly obvious, plan: "We need to get that thing out of the water. It's amphibious, but we're not. Fighting in the water, even if we all had our gear, would be suicidal at best. We needed Marcus's tank to destroy the Datura, and this thing is on the same class as that big bastard was." Looking out to the lake, Oswald sighed. "We could grab that guy over there...and Napoli, I guess, to help. Shiro, Rob...you ready to do this?"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm The red-haired swordswoman blinked as her bunk shifted just a bit. Still, she quickly returned to her idle emotion as she remained still. She wanted to eat something, but she found it to be unfitting of her to lead the members. So she decided to wait for Benjamin's call. Or anyone's call, really. The quiet woman shifted to the wall next to her as she stared at it emptily. It was a strange day. At one point, she held onto a particularly well-fit warrior in a pool containing one heck of a Grimm. And then she found herself lazing around a bed at another point of the day. Time sure flew by quickly. She still found the man she teamed up with(?) to be a nice person, and perhaps her interactions with him showed some of her slow, but steady improvement in social skills. She hoped to meet more people like him.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms "I see" as Vega nodded at Luke and then Beryl who remained quiet. "Well, I will see you later" as she turned her head to Gratia, Luke and Beryl. Vega exited out of the door, now it was time to get to that party. Vega hoped she was not late. -- Vega Venetia – Airship Docks – Her Introduction Vega was walking towards the air docks when she came upon the sight of Green orc and several other individuals she had no knowledge. She remembered him and his transgression of course, but she tucked that away in her brain. Her pace of movement slowed down as she felt nervous coming up to a large group and introducing herself. Though with openness and confidence as she arrived to them, "Hi, is the party taking place here" she said in her usual friendly tone. -- Sarina Tala Dei – Beacon Rooftop – Beneath a Clear Sky Sarina had reached the rooftop to find no presence of any members of CPLT. She took a careful glance around the rooftop, nothing. She took out her scroll and sent a message. >Sender: Sarina Tala Dei >Receiver: Senior Students, Staff Members >Body: No sign of Team CPLT in the rooftops. I am going to check the pool. Tell me your current status. After sending that message, Sarina held onto her scroll to looking at the sky. It was clear, all blue reminding her of her abilities briefly. She stood tall just looking at it holding her scroll, enamored by its beauty going off into daze, though she quickly regained herself. She then took a walk near the edge of the rooftop facing the airship docks. She noticed the color green near a group. Likely Vega attending that party Sarina had heard of through the gossip of other students, good for her cousin but Sarina was not going to attend a gathering of a bunch of freshman. It got her thinking; she should hold a party with only seniors. Hm I should, get an opportunity to learn more about Varius. That man, she had been always curious of him. That is of course if, the disappearance of CPLT is the sign of something sinister to occur, then probably not after this. Sarina was hoping it was some stupid prank they were playing…like what… What was his name again oh right as Sarina had remembered, Paron, the guy that had convinced her to trash her mentors' office as a prank with him when he bailed and the blame was entirely put onto her. Sarina did not even memorize the other name of the members of CPLT, her scroll reminding her of their names when she went through the contacts list on her scroll. Oh right those are the three others names. Sarina did not know much about them as they never really made themselves known to her. Sarina sighed, "That is what you get for signing up as a TA, become a second eye for her." And being the assistant of a powerful respected hunter is one of the greatest goals any student can attain in her university years as Ms. Serene jumped off from the rooftop, onward to the pool.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane raised her arms defensively as a blast of air slammed her backwards. Shaking her head Krysthane looked up to see herself facing a massive cannon pointed directly at her. Fight or flight? Precious moments ticked by as Krysthane stared the cannon in the face. Then she grinned, dodging would probably be futile and she wasn't the kind of girl to run from a challenge anyway. Krysthane stomped both feet on the ground and squarely set herself to receive what would no doubt be a monstrous blast. "ALLLLRIGHT!" Krysthane yelled and stood there resolutely, hands at her side letting her body take the full brunt of the blast. The beam collided with her aura with a terrifying amount of force, slowly pushing her back. Krysthane dug her feet into the ground determined to weather through the blast, she could feel herself weakening. Krysthane let one last senseless roar out as the blast broke through her defenses and she was sent flying back crashing into the far wall of the gym. Krysthane viewed Emerald fallen from through blurry vision, "Heh, always wondered what rainbow tasted like..." was all she managed to say before she too collapsed to the ground, unable to keep consciousness any longer.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze - Range "I been here for the last 2.5 hours" Cian muttered as she let out more shots hitting the two targets that appeared behind her by bending her body backwards and firing. This was getting to be a bit troublesome with the angles they were appearing at but that was actually good no enemy after all will just swarm you from up front. Thing was really picked up Cian noticed as she saw more flank from the sides before she spun around slicing through one with the blades on her rifle before shooting the other. "So why are you looking for this team may I ask? It seems odd that a single senior would go out of their way to look for a team unless they had a reason." Cian asked as she continued what turned into a impromptu survival battle against fake grimm cutouts.</s>	<\|message\|>Jorie Ngo Jorie Ngo - Pool Jorie sighed to herself, kicking her legs into the water as she stared into space. There seemed to be no one inside of the entire pool at the moment, and there she even checked the changing rooms! Well, except for the men's changing room for obvious reasons. So, with her rolled up pants, she continued to kick water into the air without any thoughts in her mind. Her paper thin antennae idly slightly twitching at the droplets of the chlorine water splashing on her face. She continued to do this until her hoodie started to vibrate once again with her stomach glowing from the brightness of the scroll. The vibrations through her body soon enough brought her out of her spell, regaining her consciousnesses from the calming waters. She tentatively pulled the tablet from her hoodie, putting her face close to the screen to read the message. It seemed that Sarina couldn't find anyone at the rooftops, and the missing team was evidently not located within the pool. Using her human arm, she started to type up a message to her team. >Sender: Jorie Ngo >Receiver: JSSC JESS "Uh?" Jorie questioned, confused by the auto-correct made by the tablet. She tried to type in JSSC once again thinking of it as some type of mistake, but it seemed to keep on auto-correcting itself to that acronym. She quickly tapped the screen a few times to check the people composed of this Team JESS to see that three familiar names popped up, but one stranger. "Who is Estellise" Jorie said to herself, hoping that she pronounced the strange name correctly. Staring at it for a couple of minutes, Jorie shrugged to herself about this new name for the team and the stranger. >Sender: Jorie Ngo >Receiver: JESS >Body: Sorry, no luck at the pool. However, has anyone noticed the new name for the team? Team JESS? I'm kind of confused about this change... Can we go to back to the dorm to figure this out? Getting up from her seat, she used her semblance dry her legs with the pressurized air, forcing the water to be shot off of her skin. She quickly rolled down her pants to cover her legs once again and headed for the exit. Jorie did find it quite strange to herself why she chose the dorm room, but she felt like that place would be less crowded than the empty halls as someone might intrude upon their conversation and might scare her in the process. Yes, the dorm should be empty of strangers.</s>
<\|description\|>Kiran Ali Khan Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Markhor (Goat) Faunus Weapon: The Blunderbuster Full Package - Kiran's weapon of choice is a multifaceted and versatile weapon. It allows him to survive at mid to close range, obliterate at mid to close range, and devastate at mid to close range. Truly a weapon designed for any situation, at mid to close range. Fundamentally the weapon consists of 3 different configurations. The first, and most common method of use, is a sword and gauntlet configuration. The sword, dubbed Sharaman, is a simple blade of dussack design. Essentially it is a long piece of silver metal with a slightly curved edge that wraps around at the bottom to form a hand guard of sorts. Part of the metal is covered in cloth to serve as a hilt. The gauntlet on the other hand, named Mehri, is far more elegant in design. It is made up of many intricately detailed metal plates, almost scale like in appearance, the run up the length of his forearm stopping just short of his elbow. His fingers are covered in a claw like metal, allowing him to easily grip into rough surfaces. The metal is mostly silver in colour although the calligraphic inscriptions have a rust like colour to them. The 2nd configuration involves Sharaman transforming into a flintlock blunderbuss. With a mostly rust like colour, and the metal appearing almost wood like in places, the blunderbuss appears akin to blunderbusses from the 18th century. However while it appears old the technology has been updated for modern day, allowing for Kiran to load it like a modern double barrelled shotgun. In terms of ammunition, it is loaded with many small dust infused lead balls, making it function best in close range. In addition Kiran is capable of modifying the dust rounds, most often employing the four basic colours of dust: fire, ice, wind and lightning. Mehri remains untransformed in this configuration. The final configuration has both Mehri and Sharaman combine into a massive great sword known simply as the Blunderbuster Sword. All ideas of elegance and intricacy are thrown aside to produce a blade that is simply really, really big. Well over 2 meters in length, the sword towers over every other blade and student in the academy. Indeed, in all his years both at the academy and outside, Kiran has never seen a larger sword. It essentially amounts to one long dual edged blade with a two handed hilt attached. It is also capable of channeling dust rounds, allowing it to catch on fire for instance. Specialty: Despite the size and heft of his massive sword, years of training and well tuned muscles have enabled Kiran to remain unperturbed by the size and bulk of his sword. A weapon that most people who have trouble lifting, yet alone wielding, fits deftly in Kiran's hand as he blitzes across the battlefield with it. As one can imagine, his weaponry and semblance allow for high damage output to any number of enemies at mid to close range. In his different configurations Kiran achieves a few different roles, with configuration one acrobatics are the name of the game, and he uses his superior speed and agility to vault over and engage multiple enemies in combat, or serve in a more defensive role using his gauntlet to deflect attacks. In his second configuration, Kiran uses his blunderbuss to provide a little bit more range to his normal tactics, and take out multiple enemies with a single shot. Of course this does require him to have his enemies neatly clumped for his convenience. It's his third configuration that speaks closest to his heart. While he may not be able to maintain the same level of acrobatics in this form as his others provide, Kiran does not hesitate to use his mighty blade to cut through the swaths of enemies that plague him and his team. He deals mighty blows to all that would stand in his way, or stands fast in the path of hordes of enemies. Indeed when his semblance is not active, his massive Aura reserves do grant him a fair degree of defense. Whether he's remaining fast or steadfast, Kiran diligently plays out his role as the Berserker and Tank in combat. Of course, he's always stuck at mid to close range, and flying enemies are usually out his reach. Usually. Semblance: The Prince of Sand - Kiran's semblance enables him to enter a berserker state that not only enhances his physical traits, strength, speed, endurance, durability, etc, but also dulls him to all feelings of pain. To accomplish this state, Kiran draws his aura within him, which, while increasing his natural defenses to be stronger than normal skin, does leave him more prone to potential injury as he no longer possesses the standard aura defense. However the gains in speed, endurance and strength, nearly triple of his standard, more than make up for this deficit. As this form relies on his aura it can only last for so long. However it does start to rapidly increase in power just as he hits the red zone. Damage sustained while in this form also knocks his aura lower, and ones fully depleted he is forced out and left exhausted. One last trick of this form is the ability to infuse himself with dust rounds right as he enters the form. This can allow him to catch on fire, or for each of his attacks to contain an undercurrent of lightning. He can only utilize one dust property at a time, and is unable to switch while in this form. Typically, off a full aura bar, Kiran is able to stay in this form for only about 20 minutes. It should be noted however that Kiran can push himself further, however any damage he takes from that point on comes with the risk of severe, permanent injury.The longer he stays in the form, the more strain placed on his body that will cause severe injury. In terms of appearance, Kiran's skin greatly darkens, becoming black as coal. However this is interspersed by glowing slivers of a rust colour. Forming intricate circles and swirls down the length of his body. If he infused his form with dust, then some of these lines are replaced with glowing dust of that colour. Personality: Kiran has been raised to follow a certain set of virtues, a creed of sorts. It is by these virtues that he lives his life. The first is strength, not just physical strength, but the strength to remain steadfast in the face of oppression. The strength to firmly fight for what is right, and never back down to injustice. The strength to protect one's comrades and the strength to protect all those in need. Without strength, Kiran can not be of any use. The next is loyalty, to remain loyal to one's friends, allies, comrades and virtue. Without loyalty, one is but a fickle leaf in the wind, blowing from one master to another. A lack of loyalty leaves one hollow inside. Yet it is not just an idea of remaining loyal to people, but rather the virtues that drew Kiran to those people in the first place, if need be he will fight till they remember what is right. His loyalty extends to ensure that his friends remain on a just path. This is closely tied with the third virtue of honour, and ensuring that he conducts himself in a manner befitting of a true warrior at all times. The fourth virtue is humility. Kiran makes sure to always remember that he is but one piece of a much larger puzzle. That to grow in arrogance, is to forsake others and harm them in the process. As a result, he has a large degree of respect for all living things: Humans, Faunus, plants, animals and yes, even Grimm. However respect should not be confused with kindred connection or naivete, for Kiran is quite aware of the evil nature of Grimm. Instead his respect comes from an understanding that they are powerful beings worthy of caution. In a similar manner, Kiran holds the highest degree of respect for all those who have faced him in battle, regardless of whether they won or lost. In fact he makes a point to memorize the faces of all Humans and Faunus he has faced. However despite these creeds, which are more of personal code then anything and not one to be enforced on others, Kiran is not as serious a person as one might suspect. He enjoys conversing with others and these creeds are merely for emphasis on internal self improvement. He snarks at dumb ideas, cracks a few bad jokes of his own, and is more than willing to dispense advice when asked. It is when in battle though, that he is at his most vivid. It's not uncommon to hear him shouting and urging his opponent to fight harder, in fact there have been many times when he has outright given advice to his opponents in hopes of bettering them. The thrill of battle is most definitely something Kiran lives for. Still, talking to him will reveal a young man of reasonable intelligence, decent charisma, and strong understanding of what it means to fight smart. Unless completely consumed by battle, Kiran's virtues keep him from being reckless. Color: Rust (Hex Code #B7410E) Emblem: A massive rust colored sword, blade down, fading into the sands. Appearance: Kiran stands fairly tall, at 6'4'' and every ounce of him is well toned muscle. However this is not necessarily something that is immediately apparent, as his muscle isn't all that bulky. His skin is a light olive colour signifying the generations that lived in the hot deserts of Vacuo. He has dark brown hair that protrudes out of the long flowing turban he wears, underneath turban however are tiny goat horns, signifying his Faunus nature. Similarly he generates much of his speed and power from goat legs generally hidden under his long pants. In terms of his uniform he wears it prim and proper, however his actual combat gear is much more practical.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze -Crossroads of A Brewing Storm "The answer button is flashing and I really don't think that we caused that to happen when opening the gate." Cian said as she looked around. Grimm was not smart enough to lay a trap this over the top where things would be this serious. "I honestly believe that someone is trying to contact us if we go by the flashes that can be interpreted as morse code. So what is the plan of action we can press the button that most people would say not to push. Or we can ignore the flashing that is probably morse code and potentially leave a survivor behind I am not going to allow something like that to happen though so what is your take on the events at hand?" Cian asked as she looked at the people gathered this was serious or for her it was there was a potential survivor alive so her honest opinion was to press the answer button to see if it was a mistake or someone is trying to contact them. Either way time was ticking by and that probably wasn't a good thing.</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Luke Schwarz -- Semantics ? ??? "I don't think the flashing's what we can interpret as Morse Code here." he responded, bemusement evident in his hushed tone. "Rather, if anything was, it'd have to be the tapping." The flashing light was almost certainly a regular interval to catch the eye, anyway, and there was much less reason to suspect the flashing of an answer button, of all things, to be in Morse. Why waste the time when the people on the other end could just pick up? It wasn't a concept that made sense to him. Then again, neither did half of the things he had now learned over the course of one week, but he digressed. Focusing purely on the topic at hand, he found such a situation to be extremely unlikely. However, the general gist of her message, those details aside, was one he agreed with: The button had to have been flashing because someone from the inside was making a cry for help, a cry that they as hunters, as good people, couldn't afford to turn a blind eye to. "But, yeah. I think that means there are people trapped inside we need to save." A little firmer this time. --- Sterling Johnson -- Defending a Caravan (and teammates) "Thanks, babe!" called the Atlesian bruiser as he hit the vehicle feet-first, Aura's natural protection dampening the shock and allowing him to whirl about-face, just in time to notice that, oh shit, two of his teammates were in a bad way! Luckily, that's what he was here for. Silvery wrist joint disconnecting, his hand hung in that familiar downward position as instinct guided his aim. Loaded with rounds of Fire Dust, the twenty-something looked to make an impression upon the Tutankhamen's back. THOOOM! And so, he delivered, barking an order suggestion at his other Faunus teammate over both his shoulder and the rushing wind, even as the massive incendiary round sailed downrange. "ESTELLE, GRAB SARINA!"</s>	<\|message\|>Kiran Ali Khan Kiran Ali Khan - Package Secure, En route to Rendezvous Point Kiran was not one to judge so readily, for while the initial encounter pointed towards a lethargic and lazy being, one with little care in the way of her personal appearance or indeed the impressions she gave off, Kiran refrained from jumping the gun on any potential assumptions. Engaging in such an act would be highly disrespectful of his new teammate's potential character, and Kiran always strove to ensure respect. Thus for the time being, Kiran simply filed away his observations to await a later date when he had acquired all the pieces of the puzzle. Yet despite his silent observations, Kiran did not miss a beat in the conversation, replying with a gentle smile to Noelle's first remark. "I appreciate the compliment, I'm quite grateful to my name as well. One of the many things my parents did well, and yes I am the 'boss-man' of the group." During his reply, and indeed his lengthy explanation in general, Kiran couldn't help but take note of his teammate's frequent glances at his turban. Then again, I suppose visitors from Haven don't have the opportunity to see those of with blood from Vacuo all that frequently. It's no surprise that she's a little curious. It was Noelle's humble request at the end of his explanation that served to elicit a slight chuckle from Kiran. If the huntress simply wanted a refill then it was his job as team leader to oblige, "I suppose it's only fair I grab you a drink, I am the one robbing you of rest after a no doubt tiring flight, I'm sure fighting was the last thing you desired on arrival. Thus if a drinks all you require, I'll be happy to oblige. After the mission, drinks are on me." "Oh and Kiran is fine," the sword-wielding Hunter responded with a hearty grin, as the two made their way towards the airship, "But if you'd rather call me Khan that's fine too, I'm not particular. Oh and the mission is a fairly straight forward one: Spider Grimm, Ozpin wants us to sneak in and simply subdue the beast. Unfortunately, knowing us, Taidan will probably setting the whole place on a fire and the Grimm will probably be chopped up into a thousand little pieces." Once more a slight chuckle escaped Kiran's lips, "You'll quickly learn that stealth and Team Canvas don't exactly go hand in hand. Just like Taidan and restraint do not mix. If you've got any further questions don't hesitate to ask, and yes," Kiran appended without missing a beat, "I am aware that I talk far too much."</s>
<\|description\|>Priscilla Montgomery Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Priscilla's weapon is called _Beauty's Thorn_. It's a very simple weapon that transforms into three kind of styles. Big Hammer Mode, Katana Mode and her all time favorite, the rifle. There isn't much information about the weapon but that it's just bad as, seriously. Specialty: Priscilla is all about aiding her team and sometimes doing the plans. She isn't the BEST fighter of the team BUT the girl can fight. Priscilla mainly is to protect her teammates with upcoming attacks, like for example by putting up a force field around her teammate, or taking the hit for her team. That's what Priscilla's role is about, aiding her team, other words the defense. Oh she is also good at medical, doesn't have healing powers but she could make someone feel good by actually using medical items. Semblance: Priscilla's semblance is a more defensive semblance. She uses pink colored force fields to shield her team or deflect attacks. At times this power could also be offensive but she barely uses this semblance as offensive. At times she could but only in emergencies or when herself or her team are in big trouble. This force field offensive attack is actually sending a force field flying towards the enemy, making that enemy fly away or trapped inside the force field. Personality: Priscilla is the sweetest and kindest girl a person could meet. She is extremely loyal and will always protect those who she loves. She is very loud and outgoing, loves to run around and be active. At times Priscilla can be a downer and usually not be the person that she is, and that is because at times, She thinks that with her personality she may bother some people and they calling her an annoying girl. It has happened before. Priscilla can be shy and quiet around people she doesn't know OR in a big crowd. But other than that, she is helpful to her friends. Will do anything to help them out and protect them at any cause and she will always be there for them if they need her. Oh! And Priscilla is a very brave girl when it comes to fighting, her personality is still the same, happy and laughter but in combat she focuses to get things done. Color: Pink Emblem: Priscilla's emblem is plain and simple. It's a pink heart with a katana marked in the middle. Simple right?</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze -Crossroads of A Brewing Storm "The answer button is flashing and I really don't think that we caused that to happen when opening the gate." Cian said as she looked around. Grimm was not smart enough to lay a trap this over the top where things would be this serious. "I honestly believe that someone is trying to contact us if we go by the flashes that can be interpreted as morse code. So what is the plan of action we can press the button that most people would say not to push. Or we can ignore the flashing that is probably morse code and potentially leave a survivor behind I am not going to allow something like that to happen though so what is your take on the events at hand?" Cian asked as she looked at the people gathered this was serious or for her it was there was a potential survivor alive so her honest opinion was to press the answer button to see if it was a mistake or someone is trying to contact them. Either way time was ticking by and that probably wasn't a good thing.</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Luke Schwarz -- Semantics ? ??? "I don't think the flashing's what we can interpret as Morse Code here." he responded, bemusement evident in his hushed tone. "Rather, if anything was, it'd have to be the tapping." The flashing light was almost certainly a regular interval to catch the eye, anyway, and there was much less reason to suspect the flashing of an answer button, of all things, to be in Morse. Why waste the time when the people on the other end could just pick up? It wasn't a concept that made sense to him. Then again, neither did half of the things he had now learned over the course of one week, but he digressed. Focusing purely on the topic at hand, he found such a situation to be extremely unlikely. However, the general gist of her message, those details aside, was one he agreed with: The button had to have been flashing because someone from the inside was making a cry for help, a cry that they as hunters, as good people, couldn't afford to turn a blind eye to. "But, yeah. I think that means there are people trapped inside we need to save." A little firmer this time. --- Sterling Johnson -- Defending a Caravan (and teammates) "Thanks, babe!" called the Atlesian bruiser as he hit the vehicle feet-first, Aura's natural protection dampening the shock and allowing him to whirl about-face, just in time to notice that, oh shit, two of his teammates were in a bad way! Luckily, that's what he was here for. Silvery wrist joint disconnecting, his hand hung in that familiar downward position as instinct guided his aim. Loaded with rounds of Fire Dust, the twenty-something looked to make an impression upon the Tutankhamen's back. THOOOM! And so, he delivered, barking an order suggestion at his other Faunus teammate over both his shoulder and the rushing wind, even as the massive incendiary round sailed downrange. "ESTELLE, GRAB SARINA!"</s> <\|message\|>Kiran Ali Khan Kiran Ali Khan - Package Secure, En route to Rendezvous Point Kiran was not one to judge so readily, for while the initial encounter pointed towards a lethargic and lazy being, one with little care in the way of her personal appearance or indeed the impressions she gave off, Kiran refrained from jumping the gun on any potential assumptions. Engaging in such an act would be highly disrespectful of his new teammate's potential character, and Kiran always strove to ensure respect. Thus for the time being, Kiran simply filed away his observations to await a later date when he had acquired all the pieces of the puzzle. Yet despite his silent observations, Kiran did not miss a beat in the conversation, replying with a gentle smile to Noelle's first remark. "I appreciate the compliment, I'm quite grateful to my name as well. One of the many things my parents did well, and yes I am the 'boss-man' of the group." During his reply, and indeed his lengthy explanation in general, Kiran couldn't help but take note of his teammate's frequent glances at his turban. Then again, I suppose visitors from Haven don't have the opportunity to see those of with blood from Vacuo all that frequently. It's no surprise that she's a little curious. It was Noelle's humble request at the end of his explanation that served to elicit a slight chuckle from Kiran. If the huntress simply wanted a refill then it was his job as team leader to oblige, "I suppose it's only fair I grab you a drink, I am the one robbing you of rest after a no doubt tiring flight, I'm sure fighting was the last thing you desired on arrival. Thus if a drinks all you require, I'll be happy to oblige. After the mission, drinks are on me." "Oh and Kiran is fine," the sword-wielding Hunter responded with a hearty grin, as the two made their way towards the airship, "But if you'd rather call me Khan that's fine too, I'm not particular. Oh and the mission is a fairly straight forward one: Spider Grimm, Ozpin wants us to sneak in and simply subdue the beast. Unfortunately, knowing us, Taidan will probably setting the whole place on a fire and the Grimm will probably be chopped up into a thousand little pieces." Once more a slight chuckle escaped Kiran's lips, "You'll quickly learn that stealth and Team Canvas don't exactly go hand in hand. Just like Taidan and restraint do not mix. If you've got any further questions don't hesitate to ask, and yes," Kiran appended without missing a beat, "I am aware that I talk far too much."</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission "Agreed", he commented as he strode over to the terminal. Everyone was quite cautious around the terminal for some reason and it didn't sit well with him. Grimm can't use pieces of equipment like this, unless there was some kind of massive intelligence evolution. This had to be some of the survivors. He pressed the answer button and began to speak, "We are students sent from Beacon on a rescue mission, if anyone is there, please respond", with that, he let go in order to listen to any response if there really was anyone there. If they can get a lead on one person as soon as this, they can work this to more efficiently rescue the other survivors, not to mention it might be likely these survivors know what happened, and thus they can get an idea of what they may be facing. The more information they can get before going into the unknown, the better. --- Varius Gilver \| Beacon Docking Bay "So she is the exchange student?", he asked. Varius was late, he arrived to the docking bay moments after Kiran with the new team mate did. He was visibly fiddling with his katana on arrival. It looks like he was doing some cleaning and maintenance on it, thus his lateness. "Apologies for my lateness, it had been awhile since our last mission, so I wanted to make sure this sword was up to scratch", he stated coolly. "In any case, I am now ready to depart. Also... As I read, Noelle, according to our documents... It is as Kiran says, we are not ones to enter silently. You can be sure to have a blast if you ride with us", he confirmed to her as he strode past in order to enter the ship. While Varius was the most subtle of the team barring Noelle, whom he did not know well enough, even Varius preferred to brute force through most situations, which was what his set of skills and equipment allowed. Compared to his team though, he had the most simplistic weapon, in fact it looked incredibly outdated, but he earned his spot as the team's clean-up, and it was a well-earned spot too. Before he reached his seat however, he turned to the girl, having forgotten a basic formality, "Ah yes, forgive my rudeness... My name is Varius Gilver, I hope we can watch each other's backs", and with that he turned back towards the ship and entered it. It was strange though, the way he spoke was serious, it appeared polite, but it was also full of some kind of arrogance, even if it did not seem that way. In any case, everyone accepted that this was simply how he spoke, since even in the least serious circumstances, that was how he was.</s>	<\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery The microphone on the other end seemed to give off some feedback as it crackled to life, before a familiar sounding feminine voice began to speak. "Thank God you finally answered, Jack! I thought the rest of you were just going to keep staring at the flashing light until the power went out again," it said. "I'm holed up in some kind of control room with, like, a bunch of other survivors right now. There's soooo many buttons and it's super confusing, but I've figured out how to get the camera feed and the intercoms online." A camera above made a motion that looked a lot like a nod to bring the two team's attention towards it. "I swear, this place is filled to the brim with nothing but Grimm. This is the only camera I have online that isn't, at least, looking at an Ursa or a Beowolf." The intercom made a 'click' sound, signaling that the girl had let go of the intercom button so that the Hunter teams could answer back. Then the voice came, "Oh, this is Priscilla by the way. Just in case you couldn't tell." Even though they couldn't see her, Priscilla couldn't help but give a courtesy as she introduced herself.</s>
<\|description\|>Priscilla Montgomery Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Priscilla's weapon is called _Beauty's Thorn_. It's a very simple weapon that transforms into three kind of styles. Big Hammer Mode, Katana Mode and her all time favorite, the rifle. There isn't much information about the weapon but that it's just bad as, seriously. Specialty: Priscilla is all about aiding her team and sometimes doing the plans. She isn't the BEST fighter of the team BUT the girl can fight. Priscilla mainly is to protect her teammates with upcoming attacks, like for example by putting up a force field around her teammate, or taking the hit for her team. That's what Priscilla's role is about, aiding her team, other words the defense. Oh she is also good at medical, doesn't have healing powers but she could make someone feel good by actually using medical items. Semblance: Priscilla's semblance is a more defensive semblance. She uses pink colored force fields to shield her team or deflect attacks. At times this power could also be offensive but she barely uses this semblance as offensive. At times she could but only in emergencies or when herself or her team are in big trouble. This force field offensive attack is actually sending a force field flying towards the enemy, making that enemy fly away or trapped inside the force field. Personality: Priscilla is the sweetest and kindest girl a person could meet. She is extremely loyal and will always protect those who she loves. She is very loud and outgoing, loves to run around and be active. At times Priscilla can be a downer and usually not be the person that she is, and that is because at times, She thinks that with her personality she may bother some people and they calling her an annoying girl. It has happened before. Priscilla can be shy and quiet around people she doesn't know OR in a big crowd. But other than that, she is helpful to her friends. Will do anything to help them out and protect them at any cause and she will always be there for them if they need her. Oh! And Priscilla is a very brave girl when it comes to fighting, her personality is still the same, happy and laughter but in combat she focuses to get things done. Color: Pink Emblem: Priscilla's emblem is plain and simple. It's a pink heart with a katana marked in the middle. Simple right?</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze \| Brewing Storm Mission "Understood" Cian muttered as she fell into step her weapon was at ready just in case though if one bothered to look her hands were more relaxed as her grip lightened. This was not going well yes but they had a plan and another person to back them up soon this was better than anything so far in her opinion. Her weapon limited her in this situation yes but with Jack's speed she should be ok for the most part. "I may be voicing worries about nothing but I think it bares repeating something about all of this seems foul." Cian muttered it was probably just nerves but this was really worrying her.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – Zephyr Her ego had been bruised; Vega only thought was to fire back at that foul mouthed comrade of "Yes, well-, I" as she stared at Gratia intensely but flustering. After what seemed to be a long stare down, she then sighed. "You are right it is idiotic" as she talked quietly. Her ego was only calling to her to fight back. I can do it! She is wrong to say that! Common sense kicked in. "Alright, we will go with the original plan."</s>	<\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla quickly ran towards the center of the area, entering the supply room, there were screeches and screams of harpies. Yes, they were all there and flying into the direction that Priscilla was in. They all looked angry and hungry, wanting to eat a warm human flesh and Priscilla wasn't about that life. She wasn't going to be one of those people that stand around and wait for the creatures to maul her up. LIes! "Oh, no you don't..." she quickly tied her hair up into a ponytail before jumping over tables. Priscilla grabbed onto her weapon, pressing the button as it turned into the big hammer mode. It was her favorite and she could totally kick ass with that. The soon to be huntress quickly slammed the flat of the hammer against one of the harpies as it was sent flying backwards with such powerful shock wave. "OOOOH. I read about harpies and they are not so friendly. I swear, I thought they were so adorable in those books. But ob--- Priscilla, stop talking!" If only one of the others were around to help her out, maybe she shouldn't have gotten out of the room all by herself but oh well! Priscilla was the type of girl to take risks and to protect her friends. "Sorry harpies, but this girl has to go." Priscilla quickly turned around towards the harpies before thrusting her hand forward as a force field appeared before her, sending that force-field flying to the harpies. The harpies were hit and sent flying away from Priscilla. "MHM!" she squealed and ran away as fast as she could.</s>
<\|description\|>Sand Vespa Here's a character I've been wanting to play for a while. Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Human Color: Sandy white. Emblem: An all-black, minimalist rendition of a hornet. Appearance: Sand stands at 5'9'', her athletic frame devoid of excess fat and maintained through regular exercise and training. Her skin has a dark, bronze hue, contrasting heavily with her sandy white, dyed hair. She typically wears her hair pulled back into a small, messy pony tail, but when letting it down, Sand often parts it at the center, letting the wavy, neck length locks frame the sides of her face. Her narrow, coffee colored eyes give her a permanently tired, displeased expression. Most of her clothing consists of dark hues, whites and yellows. When in huntress duties, she will usually wear a white, open collared vest over a dark, short sleeved shirt, along with a pair of dark blue tactical pants fastened by a thick leather belt and black combat boots. Her vest has a completely black, minimalist rendition of a hornet drawn on its back. Personality: Calm and deliberate, Sand is a very logical minded person. Despite being brought up by caretakers with very clear definitions for what is morally right or wrong, it is very difficult to elicit a strong emotional response in her. Though this might be due to her largely introspective manner of thinking rather than a lack of emotion, it tends to lend her an aloof, cynical air, as though unconcerned by what happens around her. Shunning crowds in favor of small groups or her own company, most people quickly classify Sand as a classical introvert. Some people find her sense of humor to be odd, relishing irony and absurdity. While she herself tends to be very level-headed, she has a tendency for seeking out the clown of a group, and has been known to encourage other's strange behavior if she finds it amusing. She is very confident in her strength and agility, and is proud of her abilities in close combat, enjoying sparring and physical training over academic work. She also has an interest in vehicles, and occasionally takes off and drives aimlessly to pass the time. Weapon: Orc Fists: Sand's main weapon consists of a heavy pair of black-coated, plated gauntlets that cover her arms up to the elbow. They are designed to protect her arms and lend extra weight to her blows. A box like object is attached to the top of the forearm, reaching from the wrist to a bit below the elbow, with two slits facing forward in the same direction as her fist. Sharp, half-foot long blades can be shot out as projectiles from these openings, or brought out to act as claws. Sand prefers using the blades for ranged attacks, as she is more proficient at fist fighting, but she occasionally uses the claws as sword-breakers when fighting human opponents in order to surprise and disarm them. Along with a supply of blades, these boxes hold space for electric dust canisters, cables and winches which can be attached to the blades before firing. This allows for extended range of movements in some environments, and allows her to shock unsuspecting enemies, both literally and figuratively. When not in use, the gauntlets retract and fold over the boxes, forming case-like objects that can be attached to her belt at the hips. Semblance: Sand has the ability to generate attractive or repelling forces between a part of her body and another object in very close proximity. This allows her to climb sheer surfaces, stick to ceilings, and add force and range to her strikes. It can also be used to get an iron grip on someone or something, or, if she so wishes, to hover a few inches off the ground, though she lacks a method of propulsion once she does this. The ability can be used on her whole body as a barrier, but the energy and focus spent on this is rather pointless considering a Hunter's aura passively protects them as it is. When this semblance is active, her aura manifests as pale yellow particles floating around the affected objects. The quantity and movement speed of these particles depends on the energy put into the semblance. A sudden, powerful force may appear as a flash of sparks. Specialty: Due to the nature of her weapons and semblance, Sand is primarily a close-range fighter, needing to be within arm's length from her foe to pose a credible threat. While this is slightly offset by the ability to use her gauntlet's claws as projectiles, the blades are not particularly accurate at long distances and are unlikely to serve as more than a distraction to all but the lowliest of Grimm. As such, she suffers when facing enemies specializing in long range fighting and maintaining a certain distance between themselves and their foes. Her technique is mostly focused on fist fighting, though she has been known to work kicks and grapples into her scuffles, particularly when making full use of her semblance. While she is perfectly capable of fighting proficiently without using her power, and at times chooses to do so when pacing oneself is important, her semblance opens up certain options, and lends considerable strength to her moves. In training, she was infamous for incapacitating sparring partners by hugging them. Outside of fighting, her semblance and equipment allows her to traverse normally inaccessible terrain, allowing her to fit into the role of a scout or infiltrator.</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver Varius sat in one of the provided chairs in the dorm room, reading a book. It seemed much like a studious and serious individual reading some complex material, as he usually would be, but examining the cover of the book would reveal that this was the latest volume of a popular ongoing series. If asked about this, he would simply respond that even he appreciated having a break once in awhile. Regardless, he did not move or show indication that he noticed Shuai had entered the room to collapse back onto his bed. Varius preferred to spend his days indoors or anywhere with peace and quiet. When asked about family, he simply responded, "I'm afraid not. It seems to be a busy year. Demands for blades to be forged and used as parts in weapons for military have risen as of late. They say the Grimm menace combined with the White Fang is what is causing it". His family ran a business in creating blades, it made sense, his own weapon was the finest product their family had ever created. Regardless he did not seem phased by the lack of visit from family. "What of you? Do you have family coming? Should I prepare some tea should they barge into this room at a comedically queued moment?", he did not look up from his book, more importantly, he seemed to have a specific scenario in mind too.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Minazuki Shuai Taidan - Monday Night Raw "I actually sprang up fully-formed from a lotus," said Taidan casually, although the big smile on his face was all evidence needed to show that he was being entirely facetious with the statement. "A few of them might be, dunno." Of course, it was impossible for all of his family to turn up, especially when it was so big. Big enough to fill several rooms, in fact, and that was not mere hyperbole, because he himself had witnessed such during one of their larger reunions. Maybe ten or so could find the time to turn up, lured in by the festivities that Beacon was hosting, but not all of them. His cuddly relatives could possibly be busy with other things in their lives! He wondered if it was a good idea for Varius to put the kettle on. He wasn't actually a hundred percent sure they wouldn't barge in, so it would be better safe than sorry to start preparing the tea right? But what if it were one of his tea purist cousins who'd come along? That wouldn't be too good for his teammate. What made a tea 'pure' enough? Proper method of boiling? The adherence to the necessary rites? Green tea? Black tea? Herbal infusions (eugh)? And if they hadn't chosen to turn up, it would be pretty problematic to get Varius to go to all the trouble of making tea just for nobody to come and drink it. Beyond them, of course. "Don't worry a thing!" Maybe it was better not to. "So booming business huh?"</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver Between pauses in their conversation he simply read his book. The series was getting rather interesting, it was fortunate that he returned to it when he did, as it was slow-going the last volume or so. He responded to Shuai's comment on his family business, "Indeed, it keeps them busy, whenever I see them it's all about formalities, and it does truly become tiring. Though they always mean well, they sent me some souvenirs from their new forging method. Four small blades. I assume they mean to give them to our team, one for each", he spoke as if this was nothing, but that would explain the small package on the main desk. Four small blades? Likely tantos, based on his family. More importantly despite him being tired by formalities, he still speaks in such a formal manner.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Team CODE dorm Oswald couldn't remember much of Sunday. That was probably for the best, because he knew it hadn't been pretty. He was still somewhat shocked by what Diamond had told him. Even now, the knowledge that this group existed-that it was a group and not just a few random lunatics, shook his worldview down to its core. It was one of these people who was responsible for killing more than seventy people in his village. Six of those people had been his teammates. Aside from his parents, who he was so very much unlike by nature, they'd been the only family he'd ever known. He wasn't alone. It wasn't some random act of evil. No, it was part of some twisted cult's desire to "ascend" into becoming Grimm. It was around there that things started getting confusing for Oswald. All he remembered were a few emotions: anger was one of them. Guilt came next, an overwhelming sense of guilt. But it was the last thing he remembered that was still haunting him: fear. Pure, unbridled fear at the knowledge that such people existed as more than a blip on the radar. His team had been ambushed by them, nearly slaughtered. His old team had been killed by them. He wondered how many other lives these monsters had stolen. Who else they had destroyed in their mad quest for power and destruction? It took Diamond's new look to break Oswald of his dread, the door to their room opening as he wheeled his broken body in. "You...got a haircut." At least there was still sarcasm, right?</s>	<\|message\|>Sand Vespa Unceremoniously almost, the date had changed. Normally, this would have been Sand's first proper day as a student at Beacon, but she had quickly learned that a holiday would take place. She could not complain. Her transfer had taken a turn for the sudden, and some extra time to adjust was appreciated. She had dedicated the previous day to getting her belongings and reporting the results of her final assignment to her superior at Atlas through the CCT. The former, she had mailed over to someone she trusted before heading out, having resolved not to stay return to Atlas by the end of her mission. The latter was handled simply enough, even if her boss had not been particularly ecstatic to hear about her failure to produce any of the items they had requested. Nonetheless, the day had marked a transition. Beyond friendships and acquaintances, she could not truly say she had any other affiliations to her previous school. Tired as she had been by the end of the day, rest was easy to come by, even in the bed of a deceased hunter-in-training, once Grane had cleared away their belongings. Staying in bed had been another matter. Habit had taken over, complemented by a lingering feeling of unease, and Sand had taken off to do her morning exercises before the rest began to stir. Those were done, but the day was still young. For the moment, Sand sat at the waiting room for the school's infirmary, legs crossed as she absentmindedly stared out the open door. Her hair was once again tied in a short tail. The dirtied and torn clothes she had arrived in yesterday had been replaced by a simple grey tank top and dark cargo pants, fastened to her waist with the same thick belt that held her cased weapons at her hips. Her combat boots had been replaced by white running shoes. A small gym bag was at her feet. The casual, relaxed image made her coffee-colored eyes seem merely weary rather than irked. A set of footsteps drew her towards an approaching nurse. "He's awake. Want me to take you to him?" She nodded. "Please." With that, the nurse ushered the visitor into the back rooms. Sand took note of the other occupied beds, presumably other students who found trouble in their own missions, but chose not to comment. Unerringly, she was led to a bed occupied by a bandaged, red-haired boy. The nurse announced the new visitor, then quickly returned to her duties. Sand raised a hand in greeting. "Hey. You look better than yesterday." Which isn't a difficult thing, truth be told. The pitiable condition Robert had been brought back in made her wonder if her intervention had made a difference in the end. Then again, she could not ask for more than his survival. Noticing the chairs near the bed, she pulled one closer and sat on it. Absentmindedly, she wondered if he had been told of her induction into the team. He had been unconscious when Ozpin had made the announcement, after all. Reaching into her gym bag, she pulled out a paper bag and placed it on the nightstand. "I brought muffins," she said simply, by way of explanation. "So?" she asked. "How are you feeling?" Who</s>
<\|description\|>Sand Vespa Here's a character I've been wanting to play for a while. Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Human Color: Sandy white. Emblem: An all-black, minimalist rendition of a hornet. Appearance: Sand stands at 5'9'', her athletic frame devoid of excess fat and maintained through regular exercise and training. Her skin has a dark, bronze hue, contrasting heavily with her sandy white, dyed hair. She typically wears her hair pulled back into a small, messy pony tail, but when letting it down, Sand often parts it at the center, letting the wavy, neck length locks frame the sides of her face. Her narrow, coffee colored eyes give her a permanently tired, displeased expression. Most of her clothing consists of dark hues, whites and yellows. When in huntress duties, she will usually wear a white, open collared vest over a dark, short sleeved shirt, along with a pair of dark blue tactical pants fastened by a thick leather belt and black combat boots. Her vest has a completely black, minimalist rendition of a hornet drawn on its back. Personality: Calm and deliberate, Sand is a very logical minded person. Despite being brought up by caretakers with very clear definitions for what is morally right or wrong, it is very difficult to elicit a strong emotional response in her. Though this might be due to her largely introspective manner of thinking rather than a lack of emotion, it tends to lend her an aloof, cynical air, as though unconcerned by what happens around her. Shunning crowds in favor of small groups or her own company, most people quickly classify Sand as a classical introvert. Some people find her sense of humor to be odd, relishing irony and absurdity. While she herself tends to be very level-headed, she has a tendency for seeking out the clown of a group, and has been known to encourage other's strange behavior if she finds it amusing. She is very confident in her strength and agility, and is proud of her abilities in close combat, enjoying sparring and physical training over academic work. She also has an interest in vehicles, and occasionally takes off and drives aimlessly to pass the time. Weapon: Orc Fists: Sand's main weapon consists of a heavy pair of black-coated, plated gauntlets that cover her arms up to the elbow. They are designed to protect her arms and lend extra weight to her blows. A box like object is attached to the top of the forearm, reaching from the wrist to a bit below the elbow, with two slits facing forward in the same direction as her fist. Sharp, half-foot long blades can be shot out as projectiles from these openings, or brought out to act as claws. Sand prefers using the blades for ranged attacks, as she is more proficient at fist fighting, but she occasionally uses the claws as sword-breakers when fighting human opponents in order to surprise and disarm them. Along with a supply of blades, these boxes hold space for electric dust canisters, cables and winches which can be attached to the blades before firing. This allows for extended range of movements in some environments, and allows her to shock unsuspecting enemies, both literally and figuratively. When not in use, the gauntlets retract and fold over the boxes, forming case-like objects that can be attached to her belt at the hips. Semblance: Sand has the ability to generate attractive or repelling forces between a part of her body and another object in very close proximity. This allows her to climb sheer surfaces, stick to ceilings, and add force and range to her strikes. It can also be used to get an iron grip on someone or something, or, if she so wishes, to hover a few inches off the ground, though she lacks a method of propulsion once she does this. The ability can be used on her whole body as a barrier, but the energy and focus spent on this is rather pointless considering a Hunter's aura passively protects them as it is. When this semblance is active, her aura manifests as pale yellow particles floating around the affected objects. The quantity and movement speed of these particles depends on the energy put into the semblance. A sudden, powerful force may appear as a flash of sparks. Specialty: Due to the nature of her weapons and semblance, Sand is primarily a close-range fighter, needing to be within arm's length from her foe to pose a credible threat. While this is slightly offset by the ability to use her gauntlet's claws as projectiles, the blades are not particularly accurate at long distances and are unlikely to serve as more than a distraction to all but the lowliest of Grimm. As such, she suffers when facing enemies specializing in long range fighting and maintaining a certain distance between themselves and their foes. Her technique is mostly focused on fist fighting, though she has been known to work kicks and grapples into her scuffles, particularly when making full use of her semblance. While she is perfectly capable of fighting proficiently without using her power, and at times chooses to do so when pacing oneself is important, her semblance opens up certain options, and lends considerable strength to her moves. In training, she was infamous for incapacitating sparring partners by hugging them. Outside of fighting, her semblance and equipment allows her to traverse normally inaccessible terrain, allowing her to fit into the role of a scout or infiltrator.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Parents. The word, for some reason, made her think. She thought about her parents, and who they were. Her parents, who she never met for the entirety of her life, even though their traces showed that they did not hate her. She never recalled ever having the permission to say the words "mother" and "father" in any way. It was as if they never existed, even though she knew they did. Some parents were not nice, but many of the ones she saw were polite or dedicated to making their children lives' happier. Nodding, the red snake turned to the skies with an expression softer than before. "I'm… waiting for… a friend…"</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Mindaro Mondays - Galla "Is that so." Galla watched as the redhead next to her turned back to the skies once more, before silently pulling her unblinking gaze away as well. She was already retrieving her folded-up newspaper, spreading it open to a random pair of pages. It was a Valic tabloid she had obtained for free on the airship ride from Mistral. There was little distinction between the material it contained and that of papers from her native city, only differing in the coverage of local affairs. Her hazel eyes glanced down at the familiar black ink of the printed words, taking in the information that the newspaper sought to provide her. They were covering local affairs. It was irrelevant to her. There was no necessity for her to learn of events that would have little effect in Mistral. It didn't really matter.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson When Robert finally left the hospital room he had called home the past couple days, the first thing he did was stretch out his limbs. A couple cracks could be heard from his joints as he moved around, but nothing at all out of the ordinary. Once he'd finished, the boy turned to Sand who appeared to have been patiently waiting for him by the door like she had said she would do. "Hey, sorry for taking so long. The nurse liked to drone on about how to not injure myself so much and to make sure to keep future wounds clean so they aren't infected again," he said, obviously not having much interest in the what they had to say. "So how do I look?" Considering how before he'd been admitted to Beacon's medical wing, the redhead had been caked in both blood and dirt, before being wrapped in enough bandages to make a mummy jealous with antibiotics pumped into his system almost constantly, Robert actually looked pretty good. In fact, he appeared completely normal, as if the mission had never even occurred. The shrapnel was too small to leave any visible wounds after the past couple days of healing, the scar left from the beowolves' slash across his chest was hidden beneath his shirt, and the mark left behind by the sharp rock that had struck him in the head was hidden by his bangs. All visible wounds left behind by the Taking of Fort Jaegar appeared absent. "Probably like crud still right? At least I feel a lot better. Chest still aches from those broken ribs though."</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Monday "One day I will manage to get that idiot to stop doing these things" Cian muttered under her breath as sat in the courtyard looking for her brother figure/guardian/pain in the neck/narcissistic asshole. Dont get her wrong Cian was eternally thankful for what he did and was doing for her and as such loved him as she would a brother but by the heavens above did he manage to piss her off lately. Leaning back a bit she kept sighed softly as she tried to keep her eye open for a person with a furred purple hat. Tristan Mauve "Well well guess the school aged well like some people are bound to." He muttered to himself as he walked through the entrance of the school. Tristan stood tall at a six foot 4. He had a lean build like that of a runner or a swimmer with tight black slacks and a white shirt with his signature purple jacket. He often got compared to how similar his and Cian's style was similar but "Its bound to happen when one grows up with a clean cut figure as myself" He muttered once more with a joyful laugh at the end. Wonder how the old stomping grounds held up without me creating craters ever other week. He thought to himself as he kept a single eye out for his sister.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom A quietness that somewhat resembled serenity soon fell over the two. Watching the white trails painted on the vast canvas known as the skies, Sangue's train of thoughts floated down to many places. From her wonder of when Apep would arrive to figuring out more about what makes her team happy, her simplistic thinking process made her space out for several moments. To some, she could look thoughtless, but Sangue was more than willing to think about a lot of things, even if she thought slower than others. For her, it was good to keep thinking about things. It let her mind keep functioning and warm itself up for every day. She glanced at Galla once, blinking at the newspaper, before turning back to the skies. And she decided to remain quiet, hopeful in that she wouldn't annoy the woman next to her by constantly attempting to talk naturally. The red snake wondered if there were other places she could visit while Apep wasn't around, but for now, sitting right where she was suited her well enough.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Cypher Gymnasium Emerald's face widened with glee as she looks at both pairs of gauntlets. From what Gren was saying both had advantages and disadvantages. The first pair offered more firepower but were heavier, while the other was lighter but it would have to transform into cannon form to fire rockets. If she was honest she found herself liking the first option, she could get used to heavier gauntlets easily enough, practicing with them would help her body adjust to the weight and she'd end up a bit stronger because of it to boot. Of course there was only one way to find out which was better for sure. At Gren's suggestion to go test them out at the firing range Emerald nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yeah! Let's do that! I'm sure Skyra will show up if she hears explosions I mean, who wouldn't?!" Emerald was bouncing on her heels, her tail flicking erratically behind her, she was clearly excited.</s>	<\|message\|>Sand Vespa "Mhm. Yeah, see you." Sand ended the call just as the infirmary door opened again, revealing Robert again. She slipped the scroll back to her pocket as the boy caught sight of her and approached, apologizing for the delay. "Not a problem. You were just in time." She took stock of his appearance at his prompting, noting how most of the damage he had sustained seemed all but gone. An awakened aura is an amazing thing, she reflected. She suspected that recovering from his condition would have taken longer than a weekend if he had not been trained to be a Huntsman. In fact, she had to restrain the sudden urge to poke at his side to see if he was not exaggerating the pain in his ribs. "They didn't give you a mirror?" she asked, keeping a hint of mischief away from her voice. You look awful. Definitely, was the first response that came to mind. But she swallowed the words. It wasn't true, but he made it too easy for her. She quickly curbed the part of her that instinctively tried to agree with his assessment on his appearance if only to see where that line of dialog would lead. It would be plain hurtful, and there was such a thing as overindulgence. "You look fine," she answered honestly after a moment of consideration. "Bit of bed hair. Wouldn't have guessed you were hospitalized if I hadn't seen it." The fact that she could even say those words felt like lifting a weight off her shoulders. She could not have known how things would have gone back at the Fort if she had chosen to prioritize her mission and left the group of Huntsmen to fend for themselves, or if she had agreed to leaving Robert once they realized he was drawing the Grimm towards them, but it seemed to her that if Grane and Trad were safe, and Robert only had slight aches to complain about as she walked him to his room, she had made the right choices where it mattered. It made her proud. As for Delta… Her actions were irrelevant in that case. The group's last member had been lost before she had had a chance to intervene. It was lucky enough that I was close enough to help at all, she reminded herself. There was nothing to regret. She would have to be satisfied with the results. Sand shrugged, jostling the bag on her shoulder. "Anyway, let's get going. I still need to drop this off." Who</s>
<\|description\|>Sand Vespa Here's a character I've been wanting to play for a while. Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Human Color: Sandy white. Emblem: An all-black, minimalist rendition of a hornet. Appearance: Sand stands at 5'9'', her athletic frame devoid of excess fat and maintained through regular exercise and training. Her skin has a dark, bronze hue, contrasting heavily with her sandy white, dyed hair. She typically wears her hair pulled back into a small, messy pony tail, but when letting it down, Sand often parts it at the center, letting the wavy, neck length locks frame the sides of her face. Her narrow, coffee colored eyes give her a permanently tired, displeased expression. Most of her clothing consists of dark hues, whites and yellows. When in huntress duties, she will usually wear a white, open collared vest over a dark, short sleeved shirt, along with a pair of dark blue tactical pants fastened by a thick leather belt and black combat boots. Her vest has a completely black, minimalist rendition of a hornet drawn on its back. Personality: Calm and deliberate, Sand is a very logical minded person. Despite being brought up by caretakers with very clear definitions for what is morally right or wrong, it is very difficult to elicit a strong emotional response in her. Though this might be due to her largely introspective manner of thinking rather than a lack of emotion, it tends to lend her an aloof, cynical air, as though unconcerned by what happens around her. Shunning crowds in favor of small groups or her own company, most people quickly classify Sand as a classical introvert. Some people find her sense of humor to be odd, relishing irony and absurdity. While she herself tends to be very level-headed, she has a tendency for seeking out the clown of a group, and has been known to encourage other's strange behavior if she finds it amusing. She is very confident in her strength and agility, and is proud of her abilities in close combat, enjoying sparring and physical training over academic work. She also has an interest in vehicles, and occasionally takes off and drives aimlessly to pass the time. Weapon: Orc Fists: Sand's main weapon consists of a heavy pair of black-coated, plated gauntlets that cover her arms up to the elbow. They are designed to protect her arms and lend extra weight to her blows. A box like object is attached to the top of the forearm, reaching from the wrist to a bit below the elbow, with two slits facing forward in the same direction as her fist. Sharp, half-foot long blades can be shot out as projectiles from these openings, or brought out to act as claws. Sand prefers using the blades for ranged attacks, as she is more proficient at fist fighting, but she occasionally uses the claws as sword-breakers when fighting human opponents in order to surprise and disarm them. Along with a supply of blades, these boxes hold space for electric dust canisters, cables and winches which can be attached to the blades before firing. This allows for extended range of movements in some environments, and allows her to shock unsuspecting enemies, both literally and figuratively. When not in use, the gauntlets retract and fold over the boxes, forming case-like objects that can be attached to her belt at the hips. Semblance: Sand has the ability to generate attractive or repelling forces between a part of her body and another object in very close proximity. This allows her to climb sheer surfaces, stick to ceilings, and add force and range to her strikes. It can also be used to get an iron grip on someone or something, or, if she so wishes, to hover a few inches off the ground, though she lacks a method of propulsion once she does this. The ability can be used on her whole body as a barrier, but the energy and focus spent on this is rather pointless considering a Hunter's aura passively protects them as it is. When this semblance is active, her aura manifests as pale yellow particles floating around the affected objects. The quantity and movement speed of these particles depends on the energy put into the semblance. A sudden, powerful force may appear as a flash of sparks. Specialty: Due to the nature of her weapons and semblance, Sand is primarily a close-range fighter, needing to be within arm's length from her foe to pose a credible threat. While this is slightly offset by the ability to use her gauntlet's claws as projectiles, the blades are not particularly accurate at long distances and are unlikely to serve as more than a distraction to all but the lowliest of Grimm. As such, she suffers when facing enemies specializing in long range fighting and maintaining a certain distance between themselves and their foes. Her technique is mostly focused on fist fighting, though she has been known to work kicks and grapples into her scuffles, particularly when making full use of her semblance. While she is perfectly capable of fighting proficiently without using her power, and at times chooses to do so when pacing oneself is important, her semblance opens up certain options, and lends considerable strength to her moves. In training, she was infamous for incapacitating sparring partners by hugging them. Outside of fighting, her semblance and equipment allows her to traverse normally inaccessible terrain, allowing her to fit into the role of a scout or infiltrator.</s> <\|message\|>Teàrlag Cirsium Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor", Armoury That's basically the surprise I've come to expect whenever I correct anyone who's buggered up my age (see: pretty much everybody). It's the striking down of his surface-level impressions and assumptions, and as a result his brain's frantically trying to justify that what I said was untrue. Nope, sorry brat, but I'm a decade or so your senior and also one of those folks in charge of marking your essays, teaching you supposedly useful life skills, and doing general counselling stuff to make sure your mental health is at 100%. You might think I'm lying, but you're not gonna be able to get too flapped up about that; there's an ID in my wallet too if you're all doubting and need more evidence. Can't really blame the kid though; if I was in his position, I'd think the stuff coming out of me gob was all woppers too, and you know, being told that you're wrong's humiliating. Your brain hates that, so you try and come up with all sorts of justifications. It could've been easily avoided if we humans didn't rely so strongly on perceiving what we see first as our absolute truth, but unfortunately, that's a pipe dream. At least the kid knows how to apologise. Some of the folks who get my age wrong don't bother with that. That's gold star-worthy, but I don't think I'm taking any of your classes right now (I'd probably learn to recognise that long cowlick pretty quickly), so that mark counts for bugger-all for your assessments. I wave off his worry. "It's fine," I say, trying to smile reassuringly at him. I'm not much of a smiling person, as people can testify to. None of mine are particularly genuine. A lot of smiles are just another part of somebody's façade, that mask they use to hide everything from others in the world. I have one of those as well, but I don't really do much smiling. Putting one on would just be lying. Still, I'm a teacher now, and as a teacher I have responsibilities. Even if I want to, I can't be all self-centred when I have a duty of care to all these brats who hang around me every day. If I don't be a good role model and follow all the regulations laid out in my contract, I'll be fired! It's in my self-interest to keep being a good teacher, you know? "A lot of people get it wrong," I add. Need to explain to the brat that he hasn't annoyed me too much. It wouldn't be good if he's too scared to approach my office when he needs some help.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz Miss Teàrlag... I'm sorry, but your smiling needs a little work. You're still ticked off at me, aren't you? I'm really sorry, but you looked younger than I do! It wasn't as if she was a tiny as Cian or something, but still... If a lot of people got it wrong, that had to grate on her. Like a rock in a stream, constantly getting worn down by annoyances and misjudgments. No matter how gracious you were, constantly having to correct people about something about you gets old... Like my ahoge, huh? "Must get annoying," I remarked. "In that case then, what class do you teach, Ma'am?" I'm really sorry. I'll start taking you a little more seriously now. However, if she was a teacher, that also meant my "goal" in talking to her fell through, as pathetic as it was to say. Being a tunnel vision, self-centered guy, I was unfortunately now at a bit of a loss with where to go from here. I hate to admit it, but for once I had a reason to be talking to someone beyond my own inability to shut up. And now that reason was rendered invalid. I mean. It certainly wasn't like I could ask her to take time away from her responsibilities as faculty to teach me about polearm usage...</s> <\|message\|>Teàrlag Cirsium Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor", Armoury I let out a small sigh. It really does get annoying, being mistaken for just another brat. And even when I've corrected them on how old I am, just being seen as some wee, fresh-faced lassie means that it's harder for people to take me, and my opinions, as seriously as they should. It's not like my opinions are really worth that much, but even so it's bloody frustrating having the few suggestions I throw out sometimes dismissed simply because of some superficial assumption about the strength of my ideas based on how I look. Being eternally youthful in appearance sounds pretty wizard at first, but don't fall for their lies, it's a real bugger to deal with. I wouldn't have this problem if I looked more Goodwitch's ... age? I dinnieken how old that woman is at all, but at least she doesn't look like a quine. Anyway, this Luke brat. "I'm the student counselor," I say. Well, that's not all I do, you know? But it's probably the part of the job description that he'll need to deal with the most. We're vapid creatures, and if it doesn't apply to us, we just don't give a damn about it. It's a shame, but in the end you just need to deliver the most relevant information first. "I teach about Dust Applications too."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz ! Wait, hold on a second! I didn't see that on the registrar at all, what gives? That actually sounded like a really useful course to take! Especially for me, too. The more I could understand how to properly utilize Dust, the more ground I could make up in my lost training time. I could get closer to actually being on-level with everyone else. I could say with certainty that it would have been close to the top of the list of classes to register for, at any rate. Damn, now I really wanted to get to the bottom of that. "Dust Apps... Is that a second-year level class, or something? I don't remember seeing it when I registered coming in." Could I switch something out for it, maybe? I was probably going to end up spending at least another week in Armory to get this Lucerne made... Well, thinking about it like that was running before I walk, wasn't it? I was getting ahead of myself before she even answered me. Ugh. I know I have a problem with being overly cautious, but overcorrecting into leaping before I looked was probably even worse of a direction to take things. Maybe I needed to see her as a counselor before trying to work my way into having her as a teacher. At this rate, I probably needed both sorts of help...</s>	<\|message\|>Sand Vespa Sand stared off into the obstacle course, eyes fixed on one of the several mechanical components the organizer had set up. The machine had a rhythmic, distracting movement that reminded her of the swing of a pendulum. A stout man trying to squeeze through the seats broke her reverie, and she glanced to the side to see Allen sit down beside her with a plate filled with assorted foodstuffs. His hand fell on her arm, and she paused, suddenly startled. She had been trailing the irregular path of an old scar on the palm of her right hand without noticing. Sand clasped her hands instead, looking at the pale hand that rested against her darker skin. A few years ago, the sight might have made her melancholic, but now she simply appreciated the contrast with a curious look. Allen gave her a soft pat and withdrew his hand. They had reached Beacon's outdoors Athletic center only a few minutes ago, the pair leaning their heads close to each other to trade a year's worth of accumulated barbs. She had pulled him away from the rest of the group then, leaving Trad, Sepia and their families behind as the speaker's announced the beginning of the race. Truth be told, Sand wanted to keep Allen to herself. At least until he turned unbearable. "What about betting on who wins the race?" This from the man sitting close to her. "We don't even know who's running," Sand commented. Students still hadn't lined up at the starting line, despite the initial call from the speakers. She suspected they were allowing a few extra minutes for late participants. "You don't need to know who's running to bet on who wins." Allen gave her a look that said she had failed to understand something obvious. "I could bet on your green friend. Or that Sepia girl." If they were even allowed to join the race at this stage. "You're shooting for long odds," she drawled. "I could bet on you winning." "I wouldn't say no to free money." Allen leaned forward, hand on chin and elbow propped up on his leg. "You're really not running, then?" What tipped you off? was the biting reply that came to mind, but she swallowed the words. Instead, she gave the gathering crowd a cursory inspection and grimaced. She was not particularly intent on putting on a show if she could avoid it. There were other reasons that came to mind. More prominent ones, at that, but she dared not bring them up with Allen next to her. The man seemed to guess at the surface of her thoughts and laughed. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed? And here I thought your time at Atlas might make you more outgoing." Sand glanced away, exasperated. She couldn't help but flush guiltily if he of all people pointed it out so readily. Still, her tone came out neutral. "I'd rather not work during a holiday." "Hah. If this is work to you, I should rest easy!" Allen laughed good-naturedly, patting her back. Sand shook under the weight of his arm and faked the half-smile she knew he'd expect of her, but the mirth did not quite reach her eyes. He had just admitted that she worried him, after all, and that was the larger reason for her reluctance.</s>
<\|description\|>Sand Vespa Here's a character I've been wanting to play for a while. Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Human Color: Sandy white. Emblem: An all-black, minimalist rendition of a hornet. Appearance: Sand stands at 5'9'', her athletic frame devoid of excess fat and maintained through regular exercise and training. Her skin has a dark, bronze hue, contrasting heavily with her sandy white, dyed hair. She typically wears her hair pulled back into a small, messy pony tail, but when letting it down, Sand often parts it at the center, letting the wavy, neck length locks frame the sides of her face. Her narrow, coffee colored eyes give her a permanently tired, displeased expression. Most of her clothing consists of dark hues, whites and yellows. When in huntress duties, she will usually wear a white, open collared vest over a dark, short sleeved shirt, along with a pair of dark blue tactical pants fastened by a thick leather belt and black combat boots. Her vest has a completely black, minimalist rendition of a hornet drawn on its back. Personality: Calm and deliberate, Sand is a very logical minded person. Despite being brought up by caretakers with very clear definitions for what is morally right or wrong, it is very difficult to elicit a strong emotional response in her. Though this might be due to her largely introspective manner of thinking rather than a lack of emotion, it tends to lend her an aloof, cynical air, as though unconcerned by what happens around her. Shunning crowds in favor of small groups or her own company, most people quickly classify Sand as a classical introvert. Some people find her sense of humor to be odd, relishing irony and absurdity. While she herself tends to be very level-headed, she has a tendency for seeking out the clown of a group, and has been known to encourage other's strange behavior if she finds it amusing. She is very confident in her strength and agility, and is proud of her abilities in close combat, enjoying sparring and physical training over academic work. She also has an interest in vehicles, and occasionally takes off and drives aimlessly to pass the time. Weapon: Orc Fists: Sand's main weapon consists of a heavy pair of black-coated, plated gauntlets that cover her arms up to the elbow. They are designed to protect her arms and lend extra weight to her blows. A box like object is attached to the top of the forearm, reaching from the wrist to a bit below the elbow, with two slits facing forward in the same direction as her fist. Sharp, half-foot long blades can be shot out as projectiles from these openings, or brought out to act as claws. Sand prefers using the blades for ranged attacks, as she is more proficient at fist fighting, but she occasionally uses the claws as sword-breakers when fighting human opponents in order to surprise and disarm them. Along with a supply of blades, these boxes hold space for electric dust canisters, cables and winches which can be attached to the blades before firing. This allows for extended range of movements in some environments, and allows her to shock unsuspecting enemies, both literally and figuratively. When not in use, the gauntlets retract and fold over the boxes, forming case-like objects that can be attached to her belt at the hips. Semblance: Sand has the ability to generate attractive or repelling forces between a part of her body and another object in very close proximity. This allows her to climb sheer surfaces, stick to ceilings, and add force and range to her strikes. It can also be used to get an iron grip on someone or something, or, if she so wishes, to hover a few inches off the ground, though she lacks a method of propulsion once she does this. The ability can be used on her whole body as a barrier, but the energy and focus spent on this is rather pointless considering a Hunter's aura passively protects them as it is. When this semblance is active, her aura manifests as pale yellow particles floating around the affected objects. The quantity and movement speed of these particles depends on the energy put into the semblance. A sudden, powerful force may appear as a flash of sparks. Specialty: Due to the nature of her weapons and semblance, Sand is primarily a close-range fighter, needing to be within arm's length from her foe to pose a credible threat. While this is slightly offset by the ability to use her gauntlet's claws as projectiles, the blades are not particularly accurate at long distances and are unlikely to serve as more than a distraction to all but the lowliest of Grimm. As such, she suffers when facing enemies specializing in long range fighting and maintaining a certain distance between themselves and their foes. Her technique is mostly focused on fist fighting, though she has been known to work kicks and grapples into her scuffles, particularly when making full use of her semblance. While she is perfectly capable of fighting proficiently without using her power, and at times chooses to do so when pacing oneself is important, her semblance opens up certain options, and lends considerable strength to her moves. In training, she was infamous for incapacitating sparring partners by hugging them. Outside of fighting, her semblance and equipment allows her to traverse normally inaccessible terrain, allowing her to fit into the role of a scout or infiltrator.</s> <\|message\|>Skye (she claims to have no last name, that she lost it. She also referred to herself initially as "Byakko" but now denies this) Physical Education @Krayzikk Skye somehow managed to stay focused enough to keep up with Ashe and their conversation following the ordeal in Grimm Studies. However, once her new friend departed for her own class it was as if all the energy Skye had left drained out of her all at once. Her eyes glazed over and her shoulders slumped and she began to walk towards where she thought her next class was. Her aura was fine as far as she could tell but physically she knew she was not okay. Her shoulder was healing but much slower than it should be, and she felt far too fatigued and sore for just a single fight lasting less than an hour. Not only that but everyone else had ended up having to help her; she had not held her own like she was supposed to. In the end she was lucky everyone else had been so competent. She thought about everything she could have done better as she wandered closer to the physical education classroom, gradually correcting her directions by asking around. Eventually she found where she needed to be though she was a few minutes late. She noticed Luke and Ben talking together in their own corner of the gym and her spirits lifted. She walked over to the two of them and sat down nearby, quite relieved to finally be off her feet. "Hello again, Luke, Ben. She inclined her head in a sort of informal bow towards the two of them. --- Annabelle Valentine Survival @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN The rest of Armory class was... interesting, in the sense that the general mood had shifted completely and everyone seemed very involved with their projects. In the end Annabelle opted to send Tiger back to wait for her rather than to show him off just yet. She decided she could always show Gren later, they were friends after all. Oh well. We did get a lot of work done at least. But what was all that with Gren and Oz? What the heck happened out in that hallway? Woo! I sure have my work cut out for me to get this team out of the dumps! I sure hope our leader isn't too grumpy, that would be three spirits to lift and no backup cheer. My work never ends... The very long walk to the surprisingly isolated survival class was fun at least, for the most part. The weird silences where Emerald and Oswald started withdrawing back into their heads were easy enough to break up with a bit of teasing and joking around. Upon arrival at what she had to assume was the right place, judging from the very pretty welcome sign, Oswald brought her attention to the cupcakes. Seriously? This teacher is the best! It's even strawberry frosted... Are they homemade? The treat was partway in her mouth and her tongue a hairsbreadth away from what was sure to be a heavenly experience when she froze in place for a moment. Perhaps it was the expression on Oswald's face, or his comment about calories that made her stop. But in the end she chose to believe her seventh sense was speaking to her again. With a gentle poke to the big man's injured ribs she got him to open his mouth, and before he could start yelling at her she stuffed the entire cupcake into his face. She felt a pang of disappointment at missing out herself but it felt like the right thing to do. She stood fully facing Oswald now, leaning towards him and looking up at him. She smiled brightly at her tall teammate and reached up to gently pat his cheek. "You're lucky I like you, Ozzie."</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit Grimm Chances of Survival Haven @Plank Sinatra @Crimmy @NarayanK "Bianca Nuit threw a boy today at a Little Shop of Horrors looking thing!" Said one boy. "It was insane, I thought she was a shoe-in for the psych ward, but I guess not." Another replied. "Yeah I think she's just kind of weird." A third concluded. The other two boys nodded in agreement. "Nice ass though." I walked out of the Grimm Studies room leaving one boy with a sore head and the other two laughing at him uncontrollably. Straightening out my outfit I sighed. It was time to get to Stella's class. "I wonder how she's doing…" Stella 'Living her best life' Nuit was not doing well. She glared at the girl who refused to quit. The young woman had crafted a nipple from a sweet and was now performing actions that Stella dare not consider less she lose her focus. She averted eye contact harder than she ever had, even after the whole identity theft fiasco on parent's day. She simply stared ahead, sweating. "I'm sure she's fine." I landed on, deciding that worrying about her was fruitless considering I was about to see her. Making my way down to survival I had to take a short trip outside to reach the classroom. It was nice feeling the warm air engulf me, but after the work out I had just been through in Grimm Studies and the fact that sporting plumage on your back didn't really cool you, I could do without it. But as soon as I walked into the survival room I felt a gush of cool air hit me at once. To say the building had A.C. was a bit of an understatement. It was essentially a system that could replicate any climate, Stella could have had the place snowing if she had wanted to. Speaking of Stella, just to distract my sister I decided to pick a front seat, sitting down beside a girl I wasn't too familiar with and Ben's teammate 'Sangue' with the red hair one seat down I placed my pure below my chair, entwining it around my feet. Looking around, I was really impressed with how well Stella had done at making the place up. There were cupcakes, strawberry icing on top of a chocolate chip vanilla cupcake. Mom always used to make them… "Yes, Gratia I have taken over the class." Stella responded to my former teammate, immediately my head shot up. Gratia's here?!" I thought glancing all around for the girl. It had been awhile since we had talked about finding therapy over family day-weekend, but I was to present my options to her by Wednesday and she would go over them, analyze them for quality. Knowing Gratia though, it was best not to approach her until my ducks were in a row. Glancing over at the girl's beside me it took me a second before I recognized her. Wait. That can't be?? The girl from the bathroom wall? She was making deadly eye contact with someone. Slowly licking her cupcake, but... Who… Was… it? "Ahem." Stella said, clearing her throat as the rest of the class continued to pile in. She looked about as red as a… Well as Stella did when she was attracted to a girl but knows the relationship would be an illicit affair as their teacher-student relationship was strictly forbidden. It was like a kind of maroon. "We will be starting shortly, so if anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask. The exercise itself will be explained once we begin, so don't worry too much about that."</s>	<\|message\|>Sand Vespa Sand slowed as she neared what she thought was the PE classroom. She produced her Scroll in one hand, ensuring that the room number above the door was the same as the one marked in her schedule, and leaned in past the frame. Her peeking revealed the training equipment she had been expecting, along with a few students already inside, but no professor. She supposed that was good. Must have meant she was not late, and she'd have some time to herself before the class started. Readjusting the strap on her duffel bag, she strode into the room, beelining towards one of the empty benches. She took her seat there, setting her bag down next to herself. Seeing as she had missed the Grimm Studies class, some of the bulk inside like the extra change of clothes she had packed would likely go unused, but that detail was hardly worth thinking about at that point. Instead, she glanced at the other students in the room, listening to the few snippets of their conversation that reached her. Seeing them together, she found herself wondering if any of her teammates was enrolled in this class. She frowned slightly. Perhaps I should have made more of an effort to learn their schedules. Sharing class could have been a good excuse to learn more about them. Or everyone could focus on their own tasks and not share a word. Hard to say without knowing how the class is taught. Sand hummed and gave the barbell behind her a searching glance, wondering if she should simply start training on her own while she waited, but quickly discarded the idea. She was not so terribly impatient that she could not wait a few minutes for their professor. Instead, she leaned forwards, resting her arms against her knees in a relaxed posture while she continued to idly eavesdrop on the other students.</s>
<\|description\|>Sand Vespa Here's a character I've been wanting to play for a while. Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Human Color: Sandy white. Emblem: An all-black, minimalist rendition of a hornet. Appearance: Sand stands at 5'9'', her athletic frame devoid of excess fat and maintained through regular exercise and training. Her skin has a dark, bronze hue, contrasting heavily with her sandy white, dyed hair. She typically wears her hair pulled back into a small, messy pony tail, but when letting it down, Sand often parts it at the center, letting the wavy, neck length locks frame the sides of her face. Her narrow, coffee colored eyes give her a permanently tired, displeased expression. Most of her clothing consists of dark hues, whites and yellows. When in huntress duties, she will usually wear a white, open collared vest over a dark, short sleeved shirt, along with a pair of dark blue tactical pants fastened by a thick leather belt and black combat boots. Her vest has a completely black, minimalist rendition of a hornet drawn on its back. Personality: Calm and deliberate, Sand is a very logical minded person. Despite being brought up by caretakers with very clear definitions for what is morally right or wrong, it is very difficult to elicit a strong emotional response in her. Though this might be due to her largely introspective manner of thinking rather than a lack of emotion, it tends to lend her an aloof, cynical air, as though unconcerned by what happens around her. Shunning crowds in favor of small groups or her own company, most people quickly classify Sand as a classical introvert. Some people find her sense of humor to be odd, relishing irony and absurdity. While she herself tends to be very level-headed, she has a tendency for seeking out the clown of a group, and has been known to encourage other's strange behavior if she finds it amusing. She is very confident in her strength and agility, and is proud of her abilities in close combat, enjoying sparring and physical training over academic work. She also has an interest in vehicles, and occasionally takes off and drives aimlessly to pass the time. Weapon: Orc Fists: Sand's main weapon consists of a heavy pair of black-coated, plated gauntlets that cover her arms up to the elbow. They are designed to protect her arms and lend extra weight to her blows. A box like object is attached to the top of the forearm, reaching from the wrist to a bit below the elbow, with two slits facing forward in the same direction as her fist. Sharp, half-foot long blades can be shot out as projectiles from these openings, or brought out to act as claws. Sand prefers using the blades for ranged attacks, as she is more proficient at fist fighting, but she occasionally uses the claws as sword-breakers when fighting human opponents in order to surprise and disarm them. Along with a supply of blades, these boxes hold space for electric dust canisters, cables and winches which can be attached to the blades before firing. This allows for extended range of movements in some environments, and allows her to shock unsuspecting enemies, both literally and figuratively. When not in use, the gauntlets retract and fold over the boxes, forming case-like objects that can be attached to her belt at the hips. Semblance: Sand has the ability to generate attractive or repelling forces between a part of her body and another object in very close proximity. This allows her to climb sheer surfaces, stick to ceilings, and add force and range to her strikes. It can also be used to get an iron grip on someone or something, or, if she so wishes, to hover a few inches off the ground, though she lacks a method of propulsion once she does this. The ability can be used on her whole body as a barrier, but the energy and focus spent on this is rather pointless considering a Hunter's aura passively protects them as it is. When this semblance is active, her aura manifests as pale yellow particles floating around the affected objects. The quantity and movement speed of these particles depends on the energy put into the semblance. A sudden, powerful force may appear as a flash of sparks. Specialty: Due to the nature of her weapons and semblance, Sand is primarily a close-range fighter, needing to be within arm's length from her foe to pose a credible threat. While this is slightly offset by the ability to use her gauntlet's claws as projectiles, the blades are not particularly accurate at long distances and are unlikely to serve as more than a distraction to all but the lowliest of Grimm. As such, she suffers when facing enemies specializing in long range fighting and maintaining a certain distance between themselves and their foes. Her technique is mostly focused on fist fighting, though she has been known to work kicks and grapples into her scuffles, particularly when making full use of her semblance. While she is perfectly capable of fighting proficiently without using her power, and at times chooses to do so when pacing oneself is important, her semblance opens up certain options, and lends considerable strength to her moves. In training, she was infamous for incapacitating sparring partners by hugging them. Outside of fighting, her semblance and equipment allows her to traverse normally inaccessible terrain, allowing her to fit into the role of a scout or infiltrator.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] @HereComesTheSnow @Kaithas @Crimmy By sixth period, even someone as indefatigably amped as Lauren found herself starting to tire of the whole school routine. After the stretch of more traditional courses that served as the meat of her morning between combat class and lunch, Lauren found herself once again lapsing, taken prisoner by a pattern that dominated most of the first third of her day and now threatened to do the same to her second. The heart of her sudden lethargy was simple - she just kind of knew everything. Now, that could certainly be the power of black excellence talking. In fact, it probably was. Definitely. But that was also a problem. The majority of her day was devoted to things she already knew how to do, things that with a likelihood bordering on total fucking certainty she probably didn't want to do. Lunch was an exception to the rule. So was combat class, where Ben had first piqued her interest - a lot like someone bungling the fuck out of your order at a restaurant before you realize it tastes better than your old favorite. Trying the other white meat, if ya will. But Armory? Survival? She could have made As in those classes back when she was young enough to finesse niggas with Charl-E-Cheezie tokens. Rich kids thought they were gold doubloons. Pirate movies were all the rage back when Lauren was growing up, and she had a keen eye for kids who wanted to reenact their favorite movie scenes. You tell a kid that they can go ahead and play pirate with real treasure, and they'll part with all the allowance they think to ask their parents for. Why not? Always more where that came from. And as long as they kept paying, Lauren could say the same for her "doubloons." Anyway, that was the whole point. These were skills Lauren had picked up long before her time at Beacon, and they were things she usually practiced in more exciting situations than those jury-rigged by the professors. Practice would have no doubt been the same story. The new class, though, had the potential to be a different story. She'd heard Luke extolling its virtues with the same dogged optimism she had come to expect from someone who extolled Krillin as the world's strongest human. It was taught in a lecture hall, of all things, and was supposed to be a pretty theory-driven course, combining honest know-how with room to practice. Lauren didn't have much to do with Dust in terms of combat style, and even if she had, there was always something to be learned from new applications. After all, Lauren wasn't above the chance to try and use the ol' noodle. With most of her team in the same class to worship her, she would probably be a wet noodle at that, too. When she slipped into the hall, the windswept black beauty wore a synthesis of two different styles, the maroon-and-black blazer and skirt of Beacon Academy over a black t-shirt and leggings. Her hair was still ruffled into tufts that fell along her deep green eyes, resembling Luke's save for the fluffiness in place of the Shiroyaman's scruffiness. She was still wearing the stolen cap from Survival class with a vaguely familiar looking badge in place of a wing insignia. Her tongue was running along the inside of her bottom lip, where she'd scrawled something with a neon lavender marker. AIR LAUREN There was no seat free between Ben and Luke, but there was one free between Ben and Amy. Lauren's backpack received that chair of high honor for itself, hanging from the back of the chair by a strap and revealing a nudge of the con artist's white jacket, wrapped around a vaguely rectangular package. Lauren plopped down into the chair herself, but it was only for appearances. Both of her legs were slung over Ben's lap, with one arm around his neck and her body pressed up against the side of his. It was a lax position, tilted back, but Lauren made it look as casual and ergonomic as the ramrod posture of a copy typist. Her eyes found the instructor, widening as her seat shrank the gap between the one to its right. "Yoooo, no way," Lauren whistled, her voice a breathy whisper that carried to her assembled friends. "No fucking shit. Aaaaaaaaah. This little bitch helped me know I was gay."</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beacon Academy-Dust Apps-Beryl Harken Beryl was tired. So very, very, tired. Her semblance was crazy useful, a fact she knew well, but it came with a cost. Using it also used aura. And with how much she had just used it she had very little of that precious resource left. So it was with little of her normal perky attitude that she stumbled into Dust Apps. Apparently she wasn't the only one late. Only a few other students had shown up yet. Why she didn't know, maybe the other classes had run overtime or something. She was just too tired to care at the moment. She mumbled an apology to the teacher as she scanned the raised seats for a good spot. Super buff dude she didn't know...crazy airship highjacker...and Luke. Well at least there was someone here that she knew. Hopefully he wouldn't mind. A bit of stumbling later and she collapsed into the seat beside Luke with a groan of relief. "If I fall asleep please give me a kick under the desk."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Practice --- With the simulation now over thanks to Lauren's sky pirate antics, Robert waved goodbye to Gren and Yue, telling them he had enjoyed his time making the shelter with them. Even if it ended up going mostly unused. He didn't mind though, it's better to look ahead and prepare, than to look back and regret. His dad told him that once, or perhaps he had read it in a book at the library. Either way, the redhaired hunter-in-training had enough regrets in his life to add another to the list. After being dismissed by Ms. Stella Nuit, the boy would begin his short walk to Practice where he would take the first empty seat he saw. By some miracle, he had not only arrived on time, but had actually sat his ass down in a chair early... mostly because he had forgotten to change into his practice clothes and was still wearing his school uniform. With these few extra minutes of free time granted to him by his punctuality, Robert pulled out his scroll and started up a game he had downloaded last night. For the next five minutes, Robert would farm for the in-game currency needed to summon more characters in the mobile game's gacha, quickly extending into the beginning of class time. Despite the RNG giving him only the weakest and most common jpgs, the redhead was hooked. The only saving grace he had was that he hadn't paid for any of the microtransactions, though that was mostly due to his less than ideal financial situation than because he had any semblance of self control. When Jericho warned the class of the upcoming physical exertion that he would be putting them through, Robert still had his nose in his scroll, not even looking up for a moment as he followed the class like a mindless zombie. The gacha had consumed him, just like so many other poor souls.</s>	<\|message\|>Sand Vespa When the professor finally called for the end of their 'football' match, Sand found herself letting out a small sigh of relief. She was not sure who had won. The game had turned rather confusing half-way through, though perhaps dangerous was a more apt descriptor should one look at the tattered remains of clothing that dangled over some of her classmates. It made her wonder if Trad had destroyed his shirt at the very beginning of the class simply because it was a foregone conclusion that it would be unusable at the end of it. She had been spared part of the chaos near the beginning, something she attributed to the fact that she and the person she had chosen to mark looked like identical twins. A disappointingly small number of balls were thrown in their direction. That had changed for some minutes when her clone had slipped away and left the class, but it quickly became the case again when the other team realized every ball that came vaguely close to her invariably ended up glued to her hands. Catching balls with her semblance had at one point been a routine exercise of hers, and this was little different. There are reasons why I am never allowed to play goalie, she thought with a feeling somewhere between embarrassment and pride. Thankfully, unlike some of the more passionate students in her group, she and her attire had gone relatively unscathed throughout the debacle, meaning all she had to do before the next class was to pick up her duffle bag and head out. As the gaggles of chattering students filed out of the class, she merely pulled her Scroll out for directions and, not waiting for Trad, set out towards Practice class. --- As the throng of students dispersed, heading out from the gymnasium towards their other classes, it became easy to single out those sharing hers. She followed that particular group at a calm pace until she caught sight of two larger groups of students milling about. Knowing she had arrived at the training site, she looked over the gathered faces until she caught sight of a familiar one. She began to walk towards him when a familiar voice drew her attention. The other student from Atlas, Jer, approached the group she was moving towards, before instructing them to be ready in a minute. Ah, so this is what he was talking about when he left. At least he's wearing his own face this time. Having a person that looked near identical to her overseeing her training would have been a bizarre prospect. Though I never did get an answer to my question. Putting that out of her mind for the moment, she sidled next to the person she had recognized before. "Robert," she greeted amiably. No answer came, as Robert's eyes remained glued to his Scroll's screen. Arching her eyebrow, she leaned closer, peeking over the redhead's shoulder to see what had consumed his attention. Colorful graphics and multiple gauges with numbers on them greeted her, with small pictures of characters that moved across the screen. Sand's eyelids drooped as she realized he was completely engrossed in a video game. "Class is about to start," she said dryly, giving him a firm poke in the ribs. "Will be hard to practice with your Scroll out." Who</s>
<\|description\|>Vega Venetia Nickname: V.V Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: La Serenissima is officially classified as a Double Partisan Persona Defense Weapon (DOPPDWE). The weapon has two transformations. The first is Double Partisan Mode (or Combined Mode) in which both P90s are inside the pole of the Partisan. Second is the Axe mode when the Partisan breaks into dual wield and can transform additionally two times either to dual wielded axes or tonfas with the capability to fire. Axe Mode is extremely effective. Additionally, the Axes can also be wielded as tonfas as well (like Death the Kidd Style with his guns). Specialty: Vega main fighting role in VGNB is a close-quarters berserker by using her high attack output and agility. She utilizes her Partisan in combined mode or dual wielded mode to cut swaths through enemies. In conjunction with Crescere miei Viticci tendril melee capabilities, she can go ballistic on large groups of enemies like Gratia. She is trained in wielding polearms, axes and tonfas. Yet out of all her team members, she has the weakest defense out of all. She needs to take advantage of her high speed, high attack output and her semblance offensive based capabilities to protect her. The fact that her semblance provides no defensive capabilities makes means she must rely on others to protect her and watch her back. Crescere miei Viticci also makes her applicable for clandestine missions due to her semblance ability to take control of organisms. Semblance: Crescere miei Viticci Her semblance is truly bizarre. Vega can distort her body by using her semblance. This allows her to create most notably tentacle like tendrils that protrude out of her body that she can manipulate it for many purposes. Combat is one of them in which she can use her tendrils to impale opponents, strangle, cut and smash opponents. It changes her body showing immediate growth of luminescent green tendrils throughout her body. Her eyes change to green and her hair to. Luminescent green Tendrils then grow from both from the veins from her hands. They are small at first, the tendrils growing passively and taking up miniscule amounts of Aura. Their growth can be sped by Vega using more aura. She can use these tendrils as a weapon, controlling them with her mind. She can stab, and cut opponents with her sharp Tendrils. It can grab hold of opponents for her to throw or grab hold of a certain body part to constrict. It is also useful as a climbing tool as the tendrils can be used to latch on to different objects. Her tendrils are stronger than the average tendril in nature yet can be severed requiring her to keep up tendril growth. They do not have to physically hurt the opponent as she can simply have the tendrils latch or hold onto the opponent. When it is latching, tendrils start growing passively into the Human or Faunus or Grimm target to prepare for control as her mind begins to seize her targets. Controlling an organism is daunting move for her as it requires heavy amounts of Aura for her to expel due to she must grow her tendrils into the target and become physically inactive. The organism turns into beings controlled by Vega. Doing this negates her ability to fight against other opponents though can retract her tendrils from the organism due to the fact her eyes and ears are still active. It is a dangerous for her to do because several times she was almost consumed into darkness... Humans and Faunus can resist control by fighting back Vega's mind and if successful can cause a disruption in her mind causing temporary confusion and the most aggravating headache yet the tendrils in the opponent's body can die if the tendrils connecting to it are cut. Dust can her amplify her semblance. It requires Vega to ingest powdered dust while her semblance is active to achieve this effect and result in her vines, hair and eyes transforming depending on the element. (White or Air Dust) Her tendrils when used can produce airwaves that can push back and cut enemies without even touching them. When used with latching. Bruciando Viticcio (Red or Fire Dust) Her are tendrils amplified by fire that can burn opponents and. When used while latching. It results in the opponent's body internally heating up or pretty much cooking itself to death. (Blue or Water Dust) Her tendrils become moist and splash water upon targets which can have useful applications. Also when used with larching she can pump water internally into her targets. Fulmine Viticcio (Lighting or Yellow Dust) The tendrils become electric and act as a tazer, electrifying opponents, and can be used as a mild tazer or can use it to electrocute her opponent when it used during latch. It has an increased piercing and cut effectiveness that leaves electric burn. (Ice Dust) Her tendrils become icy spiked can cause frost damage upon her enemies. When used with latching she can decrease her enemies temperature and freeze them internally. (Steam Dust) (WIP) (Gravity Dust) (WIP) (Earth Dust) (WIP) Ombra Viticcio (Violet Dust) Ombra Viticcio turns her tendril temporarily into a shadowy tendril specifically used when Vega is trying to control an organism in secret. Ombra Viticcio perfectly integrates when used in dark places as it cannot be seen yet can be revealed when light is shined upon it. Voice: youtube.com/watch?v=Huv8sfiYEI4 (Kinon is featured for most of the video, you will hear her voice.) Kinon (English Dub) from Gurren Lagann Personality: Vega has upbeat, easy personality added with a solemn demeanor from her upbringing. She is gracious, sincere, and kind towards others. Though she is, prideful, boisterous and can be sharp towards others. Vega is also a geek/nerd and is heavily interested in intellectual pursuits such as science, history and math. She has a deep love for video gaming and science fiction media. Wearing her smart glasses amplifies her geeky/nerdiness. Color and Emblem: WIP White (?) Emblem = WIP Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy paused, shirt halfway pulled over her head, changing into something more comfortable--in the middle of replacing the relatively skimpy top she'd been wearing with a t-shirt, her cutoffs already exchanged for some athletic shorts. As far as dinner went, she was far more concerned with just unwinding in general, and she had faith in the boxer's ability to pick at least something good: after all, she'd brought the stripper a sandwich in class earlier that week and had taken care of her when the headache got too bad. Nah, she was more worried about their esteemed leader. As a matter of courtesy she'd initially tried to change and bathe when he wasn't in the dorm, but Lauren had no such restrictions, and her gleeful flaunting of any rules of privacy combined with Amy's general level of not caring about who saw her in what condition had removed that restriction fairly soon after the brawler had been assigned to their team... And generally, any time Lauren hauled him off it wouldn't end well for the slacker. But Sangue, on the other hand... She'd been a team member from the beginning, and in all that time Amy had hardly spoken to the quiet girl. Certainly not to the extent Lauren had, and you'd have to be as obtuse as one of Professor Fullbuster's angles to not see the affection between those two. She smoothed her feathers down as she tossed her top into the clothes pile and grabbed a light grey shirt, pulling it over her head. It was V cut, the outline of the absent section of shirt highlighted as a large, black V with two equals signs on either side, one leading to "at", the other setting the equality to "d/t". "Sangue," she finally said, turning her head to face the other girl. "You don't need my permission if you want to take a walk. But... I'd like to go with you, if that's alright."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Don't... die... Ben... She wanted to say that, but she doubted Lauren would get Ben killed. Her friends were reliable to believe in, not useless in any way. ... A walk together with Amy sounded nice. It was certainly better than walking alone. Alone was what Sangue had grown accustomed to before she enrolled into Beacon. "Together" was something she still needed time with. She needed time to grow used to it. The concept of walking with her friends without much in mind... Sangue did not need to know much about people to begin liking them. She was grown in the wilderness and fought like the wild would, so pretty much anyone remotely related to society would be more civilized than her. She believed Amy to be a friend just as much as Lauren and Ben, regardless of how much they talked on a daily basis. If anything, Sangue sometimes looked up to Amy for a different kind of confidence that resided in the Faunus. It was different from the confidence Lauren was pumped to the core with. While the Negasi had the ferocity of an unrelenting beast backing up her courage, Amy's confidence resembled that of a more calculative kind. Everyone in BASL was headstrong, they were just headstrong in different ways. Blinking, the red-haired swordswoman stared at Amy for a moment. She then quietly nodded as glanced at the entrance of the dorm. "You can... come," Sangue spoke softly, her voice somewhat raspy. "You... can come with me..." And so, a young snake slithered out of the dorm with her friend. --- A message had arrived in her Scroll, and Sangue stared at the message intently. A day with her family...? She thought about her parents, and who they could have been. Although the thought was initially a scary one, she soon found herself to be pondering on what they could have been. They could be serious parents who wanted her to grow up well. Or they could be surprisingly optimistic parents, considering that they only taught her how to defend herself with the training scribes they left behind. She heard from one of her drinking partners at a local bar that some fathers were kind of perverted and quite interested in women- maybe her own father was like that. Her parents could be anyone. They could be people with personalities she'd never expect from her own bloodline. She could imagine endlessly, just as she had long ago. They could be anything. Anything but dead people. They were not dead- she adamantly believed it so until she found solid evidence of it. So she found herself finding the incoming event on Monday to be quite neutral for her. The physically demanding activities that came with it, however, she was a bit concerned about. For some reason, the image of Lauren laughing maniacally as she participated in literally every event somehow in some way came into her mind. For now, she already had her family in the form of BASL. She loved them. They needed not to love her back, but they did. It felt undeserved for her, but she knew they would say otherwise regardless of what she said. She walked down the halls of the dorms, and then down the academy without a clear direction. "...Amy...?" The redhead closed her eyes for a brief moment and opened them gently. "Are we... a family?" "I think... this team is all I have..." "Bastille... could be all I have... so I... thought about asking that..." There were no underlying intentions under her simple question. She geniunely wanted to know Amy's thoughts. She wanted to know more about how Amy viewed things. Sangue had asked a question as she continued to walk slowly, down to the infirmary's direction. She thought about passing most of the facilities in the academy before finding a quiet place to possibly meditate in. Of course, she would need to tell Amy first if she did eventually find such a place, considering how Amy followed her for a walk rather than a reflection upon herself. Sangue's meditations worked best in the presence of the skies. The chains under her right sleeve of her clothes jingled quietly once in a while as she walked.</s>	<\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – VGNB Dorm Vega lied down on her bed facing the ceiling. The strong kick into stomach which she still felt after her mission against Zephyr made not want to go out, even she could still go out if she wanted to…she was just being lazy. >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: Eh, maybe not. ＼\| ￣ヘ￣\|／ Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: I will stay in this warm bed; under my blankets until I feel like I get out at least until I get hungry. Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: How are you feeling after the mission? Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: I see, feeling a bit blue huh. Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: Don't think about it too much. (ﾟ⊿ﾟ) After a few minutes of inactivity on her scroll Vega then messaged someone else. >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Gratia >Body: What are you doing right now?</s>
<\|description\|>Vega Venetia Nickname: V.V Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: La Serenissima is officially classified as a Double Partisan Persona Defense Weapon (DOPPDWE). The weapon has two transformations. The first is Double Partisan Mode (or Combined Mode) in which both P90s are inside the pole of the Partisan. Second is the Axe mode when the Partisan breaks into dual wield and can transform additionally two times either to dual wielded axes or tonfas with the capability to fire. Axe Mode is extremely effective. Additionally, the Axes can also be wielded as tonfas as well (like Death the Kidd Style with his guns). Specialty: Vega main fighting role in VGNB is a close-quarters berserker by using her high attack output and agility. She utilizes her Partisan in combined mode or dual wielded mode to cut swaths through enemies. In conjunction with Crescere miei Viticci tendril melee capabilities, she can go ballistic on large groups of enemies like Gratia. She is trained in wielding polearms, axes and tonfas. Yet out of all her team members, she has the weakest defense out of all. She needs to take advantage of her high speed, high attack output and her semblance offensive based capabilities to protect her. The fact that her semblance provides no defensive capabilities makes means she must rely on others to protect her and watch her back. Crescere miei Viticci also makes her applicable for clandestine missions due to her semblance ability to take control of organisms. Semblance: Crescere miei Viticci Her semblance is truly bizarre. Vega can distort her body by using her semblance. This allows her to create most notably tentacle like tendrils that protrude out of her body that she can manipulate it for many purposes. Combat is one of them in which she can use her tendrils to impale opponents, strangle, cut and smash opponents. It changes her body showing immediate growth of luminescent green tendrils throughout her body. Her eyes change to green and her hair to. Luminescent green Tendrils then grow from both from the veins from her hands. They are small at first, the tendrils growing passively and taking up miniscule amounts of Aura. Their growth can be sped by Vega using more aura. She can use these tendrils as a weapon, controlling them with her mind. She can stab, and cut opponents with her sharp Tendrils. It can grab hold of opponents for her to throw or grab hold of a certain body part to constrict. It is also useful as a climbing tool as the tendrils can be used to latch on to different objects. Her tendrils are stronger than the average tendril in nature yet can be severed requiring her to keep up tendril growth. They do not have to physically hurt the opponent as she can simply have the tendrils latch or hold onto the opponent. When it is latching, tendrils start growing passively into the Human or Faunus or Grimm target to prepare for control as her mind begins to seize her targets. Controlling an organism is daunting move for her as it requires heavy amounts of Aura for her to expel due to she must grow her tendrils into the target and become physically inactive. The organism turns into beings controlled by Vega. Doing this negates her ability to fight against other opponents though can retract her tendrils from the organism due to the fact her eyes and ears are still active. It is a dangerous for her to do because several times she was almost consumed into darkness... Humans and Faunus can resist control by fighting back Vega's mind and if successful can cause a disruption in her mind causing temporary confusion and the most aggravating headache yet the tendrils in the opponent's body can die if the tendrils connecting to it are cut. Dust can her amplify her semblance. It requires Vega to ingest powdered dust while her semblance is active to achieve this effect and result in her vines, hair and eyes transforming depending on the element. (White or Air Dust) Her tendrils when used can produce airwaves that can push back and cut enemies without even touching them. When used with latching. Bruciando Viticcio (Red or Fire Dust) Her are tendrils amplified by fire that can burn opponents and. When used while latching. It results in the opponent's body internally heating up or pretty much cooking itself to death. (Blue or Water Dust) Her tendrils become moist and splash water upon targets which can have useful applications. Also when used with larching she can pump water internally into her targets. Fulmine Viticcio (Lighting or Yellow Dust) The tendrils become electric and act as a tazer, electrifying opponents, and can be used as a mild tazer or can use it to electrocute her opponent when it used during latch. It has an increased piercing and cut effectiveness that leaves electric burn. (Ice Dust) Her tendrils become icy spiked can cause frost damage upon her enemies. When used with latching she can decrease her enemies temperature and freeze them internally. (Steam Dust) (WIP) (Gravity Dust) (WIP) (Earth Dust) (WIP) Ombra Viticcio (Violet Dust) Ombra Viticcio turns her tendril temporarily into a shadowy tendril specifically used when Vega is trying to control an organism in secret. Ombra Viticcio perfectly integrates when used in dark places as it cannot be seen yet can be revealed when light is shined upon it. Voice: youtube.com/watch?v=Huv8sfiYEI4 (Kinon is featured for most of the video, you will hear her voice.) Kinon (English Dub) from Gurren Lagann Personality: Vega has upbeat, easy personality added with a solemn demeanor from her upbringing. She is gracious, sincere, and kind towards others. Though she is, prideful, boisterous and can be sharp towards others. Vega is also a geek/nerd and is heavily interested in intellectual pursuits such as science, history and math. She has a deep love for video gaming and science fiction media. Wearing her smart glasses amplifies her geeky/nerdiness. Color and Emblem: WIP White (?) Emblem = WIP Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Teàrlag Cirsium @Write Teàrlag Cirsium - Armoury Oi brat, you were going to say 'sensei', weren't you? Don't think I didn't hear those syllables coming outta your gob. I don't think this is the right place for you to be letting your power level infect you, you know? Not that I know what a power level is or anything, but if you starting throwing out nonstandard nomenclature in your day to day life, people are just going to start judging you. That's just how they are, forming opinions on others based on the most superficial of actions and shunning anything that doesn't properly conform to society's norms. That's why everyone wears a façade, a persona based on what they think is acceptable, so that they don't have to worry about who they truly are being hurt by the uncaring words or criticising stares of the majority. It sounds so shallow, but it's the world we gotta deal with. Every bugger in society's the same, hiding their genuine selves behind a mask. And when you show something that this vapid world of ours considers incorrect, it'll get crushed like an empty can of cola under a hydraulic press. "It's sixth period in I707," I say, letting go of his hand. The room's not a real bonnie sight, but it does a real solid for lectures. Brats always complain to me about how little leg space they get when they're sitting down, so I ended up grabbing the place that doesn't cramp them up. Bit of a pointless problem to have tried to fix, but I personally know how annoying those chairs can be too (source: Shade Academy's horrible budget). If the brats work better and get me a better reputation with happier legs, then I'll go to that effort. Not because I sympathise or anything. "Hope to see you prepared for the first class," is what I add. I'll need to officially shunt his name into the records later, but that doesn't mean he can bolt off and start slacking. Even if the lad knows some of the basics already, he'd be a right daft bugger if he didn't try and get some pre-reading done. I'm not going to let these kids futer their time away, you know? Especially not with that girl with the giant sweater that just came in! Wait, ma'am? This brat's actually managed to not mistake me for a student? I mean it's not like I'm happy about this or anything but that's a real surprise, you know? When you can count the number of times this stuff happens on one bloody hand, you start taking what you can get. Might be a bit small, but after being irritatingly judged by others based on how I look, having somebody who doesn't just think their surface impression's entirely correct is a pretty big breath of fresh air. Polite lass. So what brought her here? "Teàrlag Cirsium," I reply, turning my eyes onto her. It's a real big bugger of a sweater. "I'm the student counselor and Dust Apps teacher."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz @Crimmy Luke Schwarz I saw her look. Aah, she definitely noticed. I was hoping I'd not spoken clearly enough, but my Mother's training had unfortunately succeeded far beyond allowing for that. I was to speak clearly and with confidence in my words, even if they were expressing a lack thereof. The rare times my hurried and harried preparation for Combat Academy shone through, it made life a little harder by broadcasting my own inherent strangeness. Thanks, O Momma... Well, no use crying about the past now. Best to just put the slip-up behind me as she had, and focus on the future trials. Plugging the class and requisite number (Sayonara, Language-san), I regarded the teacher with a wry, self-deprecating grin. "I definitely will be, I've made that mistake too many times befo--" "Nice to meet you ma'am, my name is Bianca Nuit, a pleasure." "Eh--" I turned with a start. "When did you get here?!" I hadn't heard her walk in at all! If the wings were her owl-inherent trait as a faunus, did their providing silent flight come with them?! What a fearsome natural ability! Forget Hunting, you should take up Ninjutsu! Sighing, I shook it off and raised a hand in greeting. Good lord, you scared me. "Nearly made me jump out of my skin... Morning, Bianca. How're you holding up?"</s>	<\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia - Team VGNB - Dorm Vega observed the parents as they checked out her dorm. She could notice how Lasai was a bit sterner with Beryl by hearing her tone of voice. Gratia parents, Severa and Valentinian seemed shocked about the room size. For her it was downgrade this dorm for it was way smaller than her room back at her estate. Vega moving besides Gratia parents, "Oh yes, its home alright though I wish I could go back home. I miss my old bed. And Gratia really did get comfortable with the room." Vega side of her room differed from her compatriots. Besides her messy bed, the sheets were of high quality along with the pillows. Near her table was a bookshelf containing several books ranging from the sciences to the humanities. Tucked near the side of the bookshelf were two musical cases containing her Alto Saxophone and Guitar. Her table was orderly and clean. On it were a stack of textbooks for her classes. Pens, pencils and markers were standing on a holder. Then there was a desktop pc, humming for it was still on except for the screen. Her scroll lay near the keyboard. But, near the holders were two framed photos. The first one was larger than the second one. It bear an insignia Venetia, a large family photo set just outside of what was a large estate with several formal looking people. Vega was there, it was not hard to spot her since she was wearing her Haven uniform without her smart glasses. She was on the upper left with her older sister, both who looked solemnly pensive. The second photo was more dated in quality. It was another family photo but only with her sister and parents. Her father stood with a confident smile and latched behind his back was Vega as a child smiling brightly with her mother standing over her older sister with her hands on her shoulders in the environment of a garden.</s>
<\|description\|>Vega Venetia Nickname: V.V Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: La Serenissima is officially classified as a Double Partisan Persona Defense Weapon (DOPPDWE). The weapon has two transformations. The first is Double Partisan Mode (or Combined Mode) in which both P90s are inside the pole of the Partisan. Second is the Axe mode when the Partisan breaks into dual wield and can transform additionally two times either to dual wielded axes or tonfas with the capability to fire. Axe Mode is extremely effective. Additionally, the Axes can also be wielded as tonfas as well (like Death the Kidd Style with his guns). Specialty: Vega main fighting role in VGNB is a close-quarters berserker by using her high attack output and agility. She utilizes her Partisan in combined mode or dual wielded mode to cut swaths through enemies. In conjunction with Crescere miei Viticci tendril melee capabilities, she can go ballistic on large groups of enemies like Gratia. She is trained in wielding polearms, axes and tonfas. Yet out of all her team members, she has the weakest defense out of all. She needs to take advantage of her high speed, high attack output and her semblance offensive based capabilities to protect her. The fact that her semblance provides no defensive capabilities makes means she must rely on others to protect her and watch her back. Crescere miei Viticci also makes her applicable for clandestine missions due to her semblance ability to take control of organisms. Semblance: Crescere miei Viticci Her semblance is truly bizarre. Vega can distort her body by using her semblance. This allows her to create most notably tentacle like tendrils that protrude out of her body that she can manipulate it for many purposes. Combat is one of them in which she can use her tendrils to impale opponents, strangle, cut and smash opponents. It changes her body showing immediate growth of luminescent green tendrils throughout her body. Her eyes change to green and her hair to. Luminescent green Tendrils then grow from both from the veins from her hands. They are small at first, the tendrils growing passively and taking up miniscule amounts of Aura. Their growth can be sped by Vega using more aura. She can use these tendrils as a weapon, controlling them with her mind. She can stab, and cut opponents with her sharp Tendrils. It can grab hold of opponents for her to throw or grab hold of a certain body part to constrict. It is also useful as a climbing tool as the tendrils can be used to latch on to different objects. Her tendrils are stronger than the average tendril in nature yet can be severed requiring her to keep up tendril growth. They do not have to physically hurt the opponent as she can simply have the tendrils latch or hold onto the opponent. When it is latching, tendrils start growing passively into the Human or Faunus or Grimm target to prepare for control as her mind begins to seize her targets. Controlling an organism is daunting move for her as it requires heavy amounts of Aura for her to expel due to she must grow her tendrils into the target and become physically inactive. The organism turns into beings controlled by Vega. Doing this negates her ability to fight against other opponents though can retract her tendrils from the organism due to the fact her eyes and ears are still active. It is a dangerous for her to do because several times she was almost consumed into darkness... Humans and Faunus can resist control by fighting back Vega's mind and if successful can cause a disruption in her mind causing temporary confusion and the most aggravating headache yet the tendrils in the opponent's body can die if the tendrils connecting to it are cut. Dust can her amplify her semblance. It requires Vega to ingest powdered dust while her semblance is active to achieve this effect and result in her vines, hair and eyes transforming depending on the element. (White or Air Dust) Her tendrils when used can produce airwaves that can push back and cut enemies without even touching them. When used with latching. Bruciando Viticcio (Red or Fire Dust) Her are tendrils amplified by fire that can burn opponents and. When used while latching. It results in the opponent's body internally heating up or pretty much cooking itself to death. (Blue or Water Dust) Her tendrils become moist and splash water upon targets which can have useful applications. Also when used with larching she can pump water internally into her targets. Fulmine Viticcio (Lighting or Yellow Dust) The tendrils become electric and act as a tazer, electrifying opponents, and can be used as a mild tazer or can use it to electrocute her opponent when it used during latch. It has an increased piercing and cut effectiveness that leaves electric burn. (Ice Dust) Her tendrils become icy spiked can cause frost damage upon her enemies. When used with latching she can decrease her enemies temperature and freeze them internally. (Steam Dust) (WIP) (Gravity Dust) (WIP) (Earth Dust) (WIP) Ombra Viticcio (Violet Dust) Ombra Viticcio turns her tendril temporarily into a shadowy tendril specifically used when Vega is trying to control an organism in secret. Ombra Viticcio perfectly integrates when used in dark places as it cannot be seen yet can be revealed when light is shined upon it. Voice: youtube.com/watch?v=Huv8sfiYEI4 (Kinon is featured for most of the video, you will hear her voice.) Kinon (English Dub) from Gurren Lagann Personality: Vega has upbeat, easy personality added with a solemn demeanor from her upbringing. She is gracious, sincere, and kind towards others. Though she is, prideful, boisterous and can be sharp towards others. Vega is also a geek/nerd and is heavily interested in intellectual pursuits such as science, history and math. She has a deep love for video gaming and science fiction media. Wearing her smart glasses amplifies her geeky/nerdiness. Color and Emblem: WIP White (?) Emblem = WIP Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus "Huh? Boyfriend? Cian you have a boyfriend?", he asked. With Gratia gone his attention was now back to Cian and co. He was about to head off to the Armory to look into Luke, maybe, but he'll stick around just a little longer. It seemed like teasing to him, given the kind of girl Cian is, it's not likely she does have one, but he was enjoying this a little. "Hmmm... That might be important. If you do I'd need to make sure it doesn't affect you in a mission", he surmised. No matter what he would say though, Cian was still being put on the spot by Tristan.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Cypher@PyroDash888@Forsythe Firing Range "Nya?" That was Emerald's response as she heard Diamond call out. Emerald slowly turned around, her jade eyes somehow growing larger as she saw who was with her teammate. "MOM!" Emerald tossed the prototype weapons at Gren without a second thought as she beelined toward her mother. "Momomomomom!" She practically launched into her mother like a rocket. Ivy, being used to her rather hyperactive child, caught her daughter swiftly and pulled her into a tight hug. "Mom oh my gosh when did you get here I was gonna wait for you but then I got distracted with explosive weaponry!" Ivy smiled and simply put a finger on her daughter's mouth for a moment to shush her. Ivy chuckled, "It's alright Kitten, your father and I arrived not too long ago." Ivy's face became more stern as she looked over her daughter. Emerald was covered in plenty of bandages and quite a few scars and bruises. "M-Mom! Don't call me that in front of my friends!" Emerald blushed and squirmed a bit in her mother's embrace as Ivy continued to look her over. Emerald noticed the concerned look on her mother's face and got nervous. "Mom I'm fine...it's not as bad as it looks." Ivy pouted her lips, before gently touching the spot where Emerald had been stabbed. This caused Emerald to visibly flinch. "Owowow! Don't touch iiiiit..." Ivy gave Emerald a look. "You shouldn't running around with a wound like that, much less testing weapons." The older cat Faunus shook her head. "You're just like your father, he never gives his wounds a chance to heal either." She bopped her daughter on the nose. "You take it easy the rest of the day, you hear? You don't want to reopen that wound." Emerald pouted and squirmed. "Boooooooo..." Her attention was quickly brought to the basket of cookies that her mother revealed a moment later. "I'll give you one of my cookies Emerald...if you promise not to do anything stressful to your body." She waved a cookie in front of her daughter. "That...that won't work on me anymore! I'm sixteen!" Emerald protested, though her eyes began to follow the motion of the cookie. It smelled so gooooood. She suddenly reached out and snatched the cookie, looking at her Mom with a blush. "Okay...I promise." Ivy smiled and rubbed her daughter's head.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Plank Sinatra@Silvan Haven Mindaro Mondays - A-Side "We got it for her when she nabbed a place in Haven," said Valentinian, smiling nostalgically at the sight of all the old, well-worn textbooks. "She really was une bosseuse, so we saved up as much as possible for one." "She kept spending all her own money on the textbooks," added his wife. "We couldn't afford to send her to combat school, so she tried to do a lot of self study." They were clearly quite proud in all of the effort their daughter had put into becoming a huntress. "Does Gratia still categorise her wardrobe once a week?" the Mindaro patriarch asked Vega after a second.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode and Demetra Rode - Corridor Sapphire and Demetra's one on one was interrupted by the sound of a pair of footsteps and oddly enough wheels. Sapphire looked up and saw Oswald in a wheelchair coming around the corner being pushed by Diamond. She was marginally glad to see him but now was a very poor time for them to be interrupting. Sapphire released her sister from the hug and pulled her shirt sleeve down to hide the scars. It was Demetra's choice to keep her suffering to herself and whether Sapphire agreed or not it was her responsibility to keep Demetra safe and that included respecting her wishes. Oswald greeted Sapphire as they approached and Diamond marched away in annoyance leaving Oswald parked next to the sisters. During the commotion Demetra with her back to Oswald wiped her eyes as best she could hoping that he wouldn't notice she'd been crying. "Hi Oswald," Sapphire said unsure if she should extricate herself from the situation to make sure her sister was alright. Then without Diamond Sapphire wasn't sure if Oswald had the power to travel on his own and she knew Demetra wouldn't want someone in need abandoned for her sake. Sapphire motioned towards the little girl next to her. "Meet my sister Demetra. Demetra this is Oswald. He's one of my classmates and his dorm's down the hall from ours." Sapphire turned to her but Demetra hadn't made any motion that indicated she'd noticed Oswald. She was staring down the corridor where Diamond had disappeared. "Demetra?" Sapphire asked a note of worry rarely heard in her voice. "She's so angry." Demetra murmured still staring down the hall. "At her friends, at herself, at the world." Demetra's head turned to look at her sister slowly. "She doesn't like you much..." Demetra trailed off then suddenly she turned very abruptly her eyes locking onto Oswald. She gave him a deep penetrating look, biting her lower lip. It almost seemed she was searching for something she hoped she wouldn't find. Then her eye changed slightly, they were far away and so melancholy Sapphire wanted to hug her again. She looked like she was going to speak for a moment (or possibly burst into tears) but the moment passed, her eyes cleared and she looked like a perfectly ordinary ten year old girl again. She smiled. "It's nice to meet you Oswald, My name is Demetra."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Gymnasium/Corridor Oswald frowned as Demetra appraised Diamond. She wasn't wrong, not in the least. Diamond was, at best, displeased whenever she had to be near Sapphire. Their argument on the very first day of class showcased just how different the two were. And yet, these two dramatically different students were probably the closest thing Oswald had to friends in this place. As sad as that was, Oswald wasn't particularly concerned about making friends at Beacon. Something about Demetra bothered him, though. Something painfully familiar, enough to send a pang of hurt through his heart. The look she gave him reminded him of Blaine. So full of pain, so full of hurt. It was probably how he looked just moments before. "Well, you're not wrong about Diamond. She's...We've had a rough weekend, but hopefully things will be a little easier from here out." Forcing a half-hearted smile to his face, Oswald gave Demetra a polite nod. "And it's nice to meet you too, Demetra. Your sister's been a good friend for me." Chuckling a little bit, Oswald nodded at Sapphire. "So, how have you been enjoying Parents' Day so far? It's been...confusing for us so far, I guess would be the right thing to say." of Seraphs</s>	<\|message\|>Vega Venetia [color=fff200][center]Vega Venetia[/color] - Team VGNB - Dorm[/center][/color] Her parents were proud. After all Gratia had worked hard to become a huntress. She is a hard worker despite her attitude at times. "Well it all paid off. She's a good teammate and a great friend." "Oh yes, I saw her sometimes categorizing wardrobe" as she responded to Valentinian.</s>
<\|description\|>- Age - 17 - Gender - Female - Race - Faunus (Viper) - Weapon - - Tenebrous Bulwark - An incomplete set of massive plate armor, obviously built to maximize defensive ability. It extends up her left arm, stopping abruptly at her neck and the left half of her chest. The armor is comprised of geometric pieces, each layered over one another. The gauntlet and puldron are bulkier than the rest, providing additional protection. An area of interest is where the armor ends, the metal looking as if it shattered like glass, with a jagged break straight through what would have been the cuirass. The metal is a colored dark, inky black, highlighted with thick geometric patterns of bright magenta. Given her small stature, and the fact that the armor looks to have been used by a giant of a man, Andromeda utilizes her Semblance to hold it around her actual limb, the suit mirroring her movements. This is her weapon's normal mode, however it has two alternative ones to meet alternate needs. The first of which causes the armor to unfold from around her arm, flattening out to form a durable shield in the vague shape of a stretched hexagon, the armor plates layered over one another. The top left displays the jagged line where the rest of the shield would reside, if it were whole. Even as is, the shield is roughly as tall as she is, and its width is about half of that. The final mode is far more offensive in nature, where the armor folds inward on itself to construct what can only be described as a cannon. It shares the geometric design of the constitute armor. The hexagonal barrel is split along the middle and the body of the weapon is faceted into symmetric, but otherwise random, planes. The firearm launches cylindrical slugs at high velocity, under the power of her Semblance, whose effect is amplified by the firearm. The projectiles are loaded from a top-loading 7 round clip, and they can be replaced with specialized Dust rounds for various purposes. Like the armor and the shield, the firearm is incomplete, and cuts off abruptly just after where the clip is loaded. Far too large for her to handle by hand, she once again relies on her Semblance to hold and aim the massive weapon, though this results in a difficulty with precise aiming. - Specialty - Andromeda's fighting style, broadly described, is a combination of ranged support and close range "punch their lights out". Her weapon favors a more up-close and personal style, while her Semblance generally tends towards a more support or area denial role. More specifically, her hand-to-hand combat closely resembles a mix of a traditional outfighter and tends to be a counter puncher. She forgoes a more acrobatic style for the added striking power that a solid stance provides. Given the mass of her weapon, this style carries over to its use as well. In ranged combat Andromeda focuses on larger area denial and suppression techniques, removing advantages and manipulating the environment to her own advantage. Naturally culminating in a well-placed shot from a cannon. - Semblance - - Melody of the Abyss - Her Semblance allows her to manipulate the darker aspects of the universe. On the most basic level, this allows her to project force in a type of faux telekinesis, generating areas of attraction and repulsion. Given the space-warping nature of this, she cannot individually "pick out" objects to manipulate like true telekinesis, making it far more imprecise. These areas exhibit a noticeable reduction in brightness and noise level, correlating with the strength of the force. Intense usage causes nebulous ribbons of inky darkness to shift in out of focus, and are accompanied by an almost sing-song hum, thus the name given to her ability. With great concentration, she can alter these fields to produce slightly varied effects, focusing on a particular aspect of them. Her ability to accurately control these fields weakens with distance. - Stygian Song - This application forgoes the physical impact of the fields in favor of nearly completely absorbing the light in the surrounding area. Rather than just being devoid of light, the fields behave more like a thick, black fog. A fog which seems to actively try to snuff out any sources of light in its reach. As of now, this is the only specific application she has been able to muster. - Personality - Coinciding with her choice of wear and looks, Andromeda is unsurprisingly loud and expressive in her mannerisms. She's got a big personality that normally projects itself out in an unapologetic and uncompromising way. She tends towards the eccentric, and is at times almost disturbingly cheery given her admittedly dark Semblance. She has an inability to stay stationary for any respectable stretch of time, though whether this is a conscious decision or not is up in the air. - Color - Fuchsia - Emblem - A radial shape with sharp spiral blade-like features fixed within a circle. - Appearance - Silhouette Image by NarayanK Loud. As good a descriptor as any when it comes to her appearance. Andromeda stands not quite tall enough to look most of her peers in the eyes, though it doesn't stop her from attempting to stand out. While not built large by any stretch of the imagination, she still cuts an impressive figure in the particular yes-my-eye-are-indeed-up-here way. Her form is well toned, with the defined musculature and lack of excessive body fat that comes with training as a combatant. Her complexion is a dark russet covered by a veil of freckles that dapple the area just below her almond-shaped eyes and across the bridge of her button nose. Her eyes look as though they can't decide what color they want to display, owing to the fact that they are an iridescent purple shot through with streaks of electric cyan. Their unnatural color is overshadowed by the mess of short, thick hair adorned twin long locks of disproportional length that frame her angled features. The mostly shoulder-length hairstyle is, at this point not unexpectedly, a fiery crimson-orange highlighted and tipped with midnight black. She could theoretically pass as human, though her heritage stands out under closer inspection. A series of small, smooth diamond scales trace her figure, running down her spine and the sides of her limbs. More noticeable are the ones pulling back around her head, starting just behind her eyes, which are angled a tad more than normal. The scales match the tone of her skin, and are harder to spot because of it, though they do shine with an iridescent color similar to her eyes under strong light. Her only other viperine feature of note is a pair of predatory fangs. Her normal attire is only slightly less visually assaulting, normally comprised of a pastel graphic tee or tank top and knee-length shorts. Her right forearm doesn't seem to quite exist, in its place is what looks to be the multicolored result of countless years of collected bracelets fusing together under their own pressure. This is mirrored by the completely practical number of belts around her waist. Of course, a pair of black, military-grade combat boots to complete her look.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] @Kaithas @NarayanK @Write "C-C-C-Cooties!" Lauren squealed, thrusting her pelvis forward in exaggerated shock as Ben attempted his first grab at her ass. It was a little clumsy, definitely not telegraphed well, but all virgins had to start somewhere. She decided not to press him or tease him about it other than that, though - it would be way more useful to commit it to memory and use it against him in case he ever ran for elected office in one of the Kingdoms. Poor Costa Negasi, whose lustrous coal-black hair had nowhere near the amount of silver streaks in it that raising Lauren should have imparted, was rolling her eyes from beside Sangue. "So," she asked politely as her daughter continued chattering with her teammates, "San...gue? You must be the quiet one of this gang, child. I know my daughter can be overbearing when she's trying to coax people into hanging out. Do you have an okay handle on her?" Meanwhile, Lauren was shrugging off Amy's apology with a flippant wave of her hand. "Ehh, don't sweat it. Like Cap said, I always keep candy in the dorm!" It was an obvious little lie, compounded by pulling out her Scroll and tapping out a message, but the less Amy knew the less could be used against her in court someday. `Sender: Roarin' Lauren Negasi Recipient: Estelle Nuit [STATUS: SCAMMED WEEK 1] Message: Ta-da! Found it! It wound up in my lingerie order hahaha ;D I've already put your finder's fee onto the card so no sweat on that end! Give it back to you when I see you???` "If Pops hasn't eaten it all already, anyway..." she groused, putting her Scroll up and sticking her hands in her pockets as they neared the dorm. There was no one standing outside BASL's doorway, but it seemed that the dorm across from theirs was getting a lot of traffic. They were some Mistralian transfer team, a bunch of bad bitches that Lauren had noticed around school once or twice, but the gang outside their door was positively eclectic; a young man with dark crimson hair in a scruffy sky-blue jacket who looked like he was barely Lauren's age was conversing animatedly with some middle-aged aloha-looking motherfucker to the right of the door, while on the left a glamorous blonde woman was hugging one of the Mistralian students, a purple-haired bombshell who was wearing one of the cutest non-BASL pouts around. "--just give her some time, Evan," the blonde woman was saying, cheerfully stroking the student's hair. "Viv doesn't know how to handle people that well, even you. Even herself. She'll come around eventually." "Y'promise?" "I promise, sweetie. It happened with her father, too, you know. The apple never falls far from the aspie, Evan--" Lauren tuned out of the conversation after a couple seconds when she realized her father was probably taking advantage of her distraction to ransack some more of her stolen swag, and the boxer took point on opening the team's dorm, barreling right in before the door was even fully open-- --and finding no one. "Pops, I know you're in here, you old motherfucker!"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue stared at Lauren thrusting her hips forward. As she continued to follow her friends around, her silence came to a brief end when Lauren's mother spoke to her. It was apparent that Sangue did not speak as much as the others had in the team, though Costa seemed more interested in what Sangue thought of her daughter. She softly glanced between Costa and Lauren, her expression remaining idle and her lips sealed as always. A handle was... something that you could take a hold of. Lauren did not seem to be the kind of person who'd hold back, with few people knowing how to moderate her sometimes ambitious courses of action. Lauren was a very exciting and happy person, and it was impossible for Sangue to think about stopping that. Being as honest as she could, Sangue turned to Lauren's pretty mom as she answered, "I... do n...ot. Bu...t... I do n...ot... mind..." Sangue's orange-red eyes traced Costa once more. The more she looked at her, the more she realized the things that made her daughter resemble Costa. It wasn't just their looks, but some of the more personal traits. Turning to Lauren's direction, she noticed a couple of other people across the BASL dorm. Her attention to them fell apart when Lauren burst the dormitory door open. She quietly followed Lauren's lead. @Kaithas@Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Corridor Oswald nodded and let out a small sigh when Demetra mentioned how exhausted her Semblance made her. "I know exactly how you feel, about being overwhelmed by emotions. I lost a friend to something like that. He...chose not to feel anymore. I just wish there was more I could've done for him. We all saw it coming, but...he just didn't want to keep going." Taking a deep breath, Oswald quickly dragged his finger over his eyes, making sure that he wasn't crying again. "Sorry, I'm just...not fully over it. He was a great guy. One of my teammates, before Beacon." Oswald gave the pair a small smile, trying to keep his spirits high. He knew that he'd need to if he wanted to survive the next week without making his injuries worse. "As for my Semblance, it is pretty awesome, but it's also physically draining. It takes a chunk of my Aura every time I move, though that's usually preferable to letting somebody else get crushed by an Ursa." He didn't pay much attention to the tone of Demetra's voice, mostly because he felt he understood where she was coming from. She reminded him of Blaine, during that last month. It hurt to be reminded of that, but Oswald knew better than to blame the poor girl for inadvertently bringing up bad memories. "The firing range, eh? Sure, I'd like to see what he's put together for her. I just hope it's not too ridiculous, the last thing we need is that girl wielding something like what he has..." As the thought of Emerald trying to use Gren's weapon crossed his mind, Oswald smirked and shook his head. "The Academy would be a pile of rubble within a week, tops." of Seraphs</s>	<\|message\|>- Age - Andromeda watched Charon rush off, before glancing over at Ferris with a raised eyebrow, a nonverbal what was that about. She didn't press the issue, if he had something to get done, more power to him. Even so, he seemed... jumpy. She mentally shrugged, and went back to her breakfast. Partly, the majority of her attention was held by her Scroll, which she had propped up against a glass on the table. She absently flicked through some page with one hand, absently taking a bite in between reading with her other. Parent's day, she had almost forgotten, almost. Making a big event out of it was kinda strange to her, she'd spent enough time wanting to get some breathing room away from her parents. A few months wasn't nearly enough time to make her start longing for home again. Home had been nice; idyllic, even; but more than a little cramped at times, and this was freedom at last. Sure she might've still had to share a room, but she got her own Scroll and enough space to actually store all of her stuff. The food wasn't too bad either. A little sub-par, but some concessions had to be made. Speaking of, her fork struck the plate with the distinctive sound of metal on ceramic, and came up empty. Slightly startled by the sound, Andromeda looked up at her plate, and pushed it to the side. Giving one last glance at her Scroll, she collapsed the device and tucked it away in a pocket. It was still relatively early, they'd call when they could. Andromeda attempted to convince herself that she wasn't fretting over it. She wasn't all that successful. "What about you?" Andromeda asked her teammate, electing to take her mind off of it, "Got anything planned for today?" Raven</s>
<\|description\|>Charon Mauveine Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Double-Barreled Sniper Great sword & An Atlas Issued Knight's Defender Sword – Dubbing the pair of swords: "Love And War." At a glance, it appears as a large over-and-under barreled sniper rifle. However, the butt of the rifle is in fact where the blades for the sword function are, folding out toward the front to envelop the whole rifle, which the gun handle is pulled back to straighten out into a sword grip. The scope is a NV/FLIR x10 variable scope, with a red dot sight on top for close range encounters. Ammunition is loaded in 10-round magazines into the bottom of the rifle, underneath the receiver and are loaded with the left magazine loading the bottom, while the right magazine goes over the bottom barrel to load the top barrel. A harness with a sheath is worn on the back to holster the weapon. He also wears a shoulder guard on his right shoulder to rest the greatsword on while on the move in combat. Total weight is about 20kg. The harness includes a bandolier for color-coded magazines holding specific dust rounds. Purple being plasma, Yellow being electricity, Blue being ice, Red being fire (Or Incendiary as Charon calls them) Orange being explosive, Black being standard slugs, and White for flash smoke. The gun color itself is primarily a pale gray, but with purple as the secondary color. The other sword is an older Atlas military issued Defender Sword, used around the time of the Great War by his Father's Father. It was given to him by his Grandfather when he was old enough to volunteer when Charon lived in Atlas. It is a simple broadsword and scabbard that he wears at his right hip, and wields it with his left hand. Specialty: Overwatch Sniper – His hypersensitive aura made him a gifted sniper in his own right, able to know where the enemy will be through the eyes of his ally's auras, making him almost know when to pull the trigger to blast a Grimm away. He tends to stick away from his allies, finding a nice high spot where he can see everything and can cover his allies while also being able to reposition when the need arises. His greatsword function is mainly used when he encounters Grimm in close quarters but often it is seldom used. His physical strength is average at best, enough to haul a 20kg gun-sword and hoist himself up the side of buildings and cliff sides via a grapple hook, but nothing too special. Still, there have been instances where he has underestimated his own strength. Due to his isolation as a sniper, he has excellent survival skills, including signaling for help and first aid. Semblance: Hypersensitive - His aura is sensitive to others in such a way that he can sense if someone needs help in any form or fashion. In other words, he can "see" through other's aura. In combat, his ally's presence heightens his senses and situational awareness to a peak in intense fights. He can also sense Grimm, but it is difficult to do so at times, and requires him to be calm and collected to detect them. Personality: Absent-Minded but with a big heart. His aura and semblance make him easily distracted, and thus has a sort of care-free attitude, but at times a little too literal, making jokes and sarcasm go way over his head. Consequently, he tends to avoid large groups of hunters or huntresses, as the many number of auras tend to give him quite a headache. Still, he is a nice person who always tries to keep a positive outlook on things, and enjoys talking with friends about their problems. His short attention span has led him to have a hard time in previous schools, having to be held back due to poor grades has led him to be above the average age of others. He has decided to become a hunter to not only help protect people from marauding Grimm, but to prove to his family that he can succeed at something worthwhile all on his own. In combat, his demeanor changes drastically, becoming quite serious in keeping everyone alive and well. He has a no-nonsense attitude in this state, and at times can be difficult to get his attention when he is hell bent on protecting his friends. He is against killing people or Faunus, due to an incident with an outlaw in his brief military career as a member of his town's watch. He also enjoys eating, and will happily eat anything that is presented to him, with the right state of mind of course. For that, he isn't a half bad of a cook himself, and usually makes something that just hits the spot. He also has quite a soft spot for nature, enjoying the outdoors and all that inhabit it – other than Grimm of course – and enjoys listening to songbirds the most. Color: Purple Emblem: Crosshairs in Shield Appearance: At a height of 6"1' he is above average, but not towering over everyone, but enough to make shorter people envious of his superior reach. His attire consists of a gray shirt under a purple-white plaid shirt with some old jeans and an old baseball styled hat. His leather harness, shoulder pad, some kneepads and elbow pads complete the whole look. He wears two purple gauntlets on either arm, that both have different functions: the right is his grappling hook, allowing him to rapidly reposition, while his left controls his micro scout drone built into the bottom of the gauntlet, which serves for additional recon. The drone is like a large oval shaped stone, that when deployed, opens up into a sort of glider plane that is thrown like a paper plane to begin flight. His eye color is amber. His hair is a dark grey and is usually unkempt and a little on the wild side at short-medium length. He occasionally grows a light beard before shaving it off. He is in decent shape: not too buffed out, not too lanky.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus @HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy "Hmmm? That so huh?", he observed the man that Cian had identified as her guardian. Tristain he was called. He simply greeted the man back, "and I'm in charge of your charge while she is charged with her duty as a huntress, nice to meet ya Tristain". Jack's slight smile became wider as he greeted the older gentleman. He was distracted for a moment, as he was halted by memories of his mentor. If left alone he'll find himself sinking into thinking about his old home while everyone around him had family, so he was out here to see everyone else's. If he heard correctly the two young girls whom were identified as sisters, were also sisters to someone else under his charge, Luke. Considering how Luke usually is like, and how these sisters seemed to act, he can only imagine what these two, or three as a whole, deal with from each other on a day to day basis. "And name's Jack", he responded to... Uhhh... Who was this? He only recognized the face, but she was definitely not someone he's worked with, more importantly she seemed to be looking intently at the blue blade in his hair. "Oh that, that's natural... And you are?"</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK "Yep," Bastille's captain confirmed, giving a shrug and never once faltering in his grin. "Friday night. Went out to celebrate a job well done. Head hurt the next morning and I was down a tonfa, but I'd say it was worth it." The wide smile he flashed Amy said without a need for words nice try, and he crossed his arms across chest nonchalantly. As far as he was concerned, it was way more incriminating that she had Lauren's jacket. If they knew anything about her then he was in the clear for the theft, and use, of his clothes. That was all Lauren. "I don't remember betting away a shirt and jeans too," Here he gave Lauren an innocent smile. "But I guess I must have."</s>	<\|message\|>Charon Mauveine The door creaked open and Charon shuffled into the room, his eyes heavy, his hair wild, and his shoulders slouched. He glanced at Ferris and let out a audible yawn, and answered Ferris's question "Yeah I'll come. Let me find my hat and put some deodorant on first." And without much of a word he swiped his hat out from under the sheets of his bed, walked into the bathroom and sprayed some deodorant under his armpits and met Ferris at the door, chewing a piece of spearmint gum. He yawned again, rubbing his eyes and spoke to Ferris, "Alright'y, I'm ready. I mean, I would like a shower, but if we're going to beat the rush, we 'best hop to than waiting 'round here. Besides, I will not miss breakfast two days in a row!" "Besides," Charon opened the door and gestured to Ferris, "Someone also has to make sure you get there without passing out! It was not fun having to haul you the rest of the way back to Beacon, you know that?" "Do you know how much fun it would be to toss you halfway across Vale?" Ferris growled as he walked out the door. "Hmph," Charon grunted in response, and followed him, "And don't get me started on how me and Andri had to sneak you into the school without any of the staff seeing you hammered through! I had such a terrible headache afterwards, that I couldn't sleep for more than a few hours!" "I distinctly remember telling you we could get in through the window." Ferris sniffed. "At least then we could have avoided the cat." His expression turned thoughtful. "...who knew such a little thing could be so ferocious?" "Oh I remember the window... It was 10 feet off the ground! Sure was easy getting you two up there and it was a whole 'nother beast getting the damn thing open!" Charon exclaimed. Ferris shook his head, "Oh never mind. We are here, and I need coffee." The two of them entered the Cafeteria, which much to Charon's delight, was way before the breakfast rush started. They got in line and grabbed some eggs and waffles with maple syrup and some ham. Ferris went over to get some coffee and Charon decided to go with him and get a cup of his own. They sat down at a clean table and dug into their food, and began to recover from the grogginess that clung to them both. Charon was about to take a sip of his coffee, but he hesitated, holding it halfway up to his mouth. Ferris raised an eyebrow at him, as if he was trying to say Are you going to try it or what? with a mouth full of food. Charon reluctantly took a sip, and suppressed the need to gag, as the bitterness was overwhelming. He then set the cup down, and looked at Ferris, who snickered at Charon's reaction "How do you and Adri' drink this stuff? I understand it like makes you rise from the dead and all that, but seriously, this stuff is worst than tea! And I'm trying really hard to like tea!" Raven</s>
<\|description\|>Charon Mauveine Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Double-Barreled Sniper Great sword & An Atlas Issued Knight's Defender Sword – Dubbing the pair of swords: "Love And War." At a glance, it appears as a large over-and-under barreled sniper rifle. However, the butt of the rifle is in fact where the blades for the sword function are, folding out toward the front to envelop the whole rifle, which the gun handle is pulled back to straighten out into a sword grip. The scope is a NV/FLIR x10 variable scope, with a red dot sight on top for close range encounters. Ammunition is loaded in 10-round magazines into the bottom of the rifle, underneath the receiver and are loaded with the left magazine loading the bottom, while the right magazine goes over the bottom barrel to load the top barrel. A harness with a sheath is worn on the back to holster the weapon. He also wears a shoulder guard on his right shoulder to rest the greatsword on while on the move in combat. Total weight is about 20kg. The harness includes a bandolier for color-coded magazines holding specific dust rounds. Purple being plasma, Yellow being electricity, Blue being ice, Red being fire (Or Incendiary as Charon calls them) Orange being explosive, Black being standard slugs, and White for flash smoke. The gun color itself is primarily a pale gray, but with purple as the secondary color. The other sword is an older Atlas military issued Defender Sword, used around the time of the Great War by his Father's Father. It was given to him by his Grandfather when he was old enough to volunteer when Charon lived in Atlas. It is a simple broadsword and scabbard that he wears at his right hip, and wields it with his left hand. Specialty: Overwatch Sniper – His hypersensitive aura made him a gifted sniper in his own right, able to know where the enemy will be through the eyes of his ally's auras, making him almost know when to pull the trigger to blast a Grimm away. He tends to stick away from his allies, finding a nice high spot where he can see everything and can cover his allies while also being able to reposition when the need arises. His greatsword function is mainly used when he encounters Grimm in close quarters but often it is seldom used. His physical strength is average at best, enough to haul a 20kg gun-sword and hoist himself up the side of buildings and cliff sides via a grapple hook, but nothing too special. Still, there have been instances where he has underestimated his own strength. Due to his isolation as a sniper, he has excellent survival skills, including signaling for help and first aid. Semblance: Hypersensitive - His aura is sensitive to others in such a way that he can sense if someone needs help in any form or fashion. In other words, he can "see" through other's aura. In combat, his ally's presence heightens his senses and situational awareness to a peak in intense fights. He can also sense Grimm, but it is difficult to do so at times, and requires him to be calm and collected to detect them. Personality: Absent-Minded but with a big heart. His aura and semblance make him easily distracted, and thus has a sort of care-free attitude, but at times a little too literal, making jokes and sarcasm go way over his head. Consequently, he tends to avoid large groups of hunters or huntresses, as the many number of auras tend to give him quite a headache. Still, he is a nice person who always tries to keep a positive outlook on things, and enjoys talking with friends about their problems. His short attention span has led him to have a hard time in previous schools, having to be held back due to poor grades has led him to be above the average age of others. He has decided to become a hunter to not only help protect people from marauding Grimm, but to prove to his family that he can succeed at something worthwhile all on his own. In combat, his demeanor changes drastically, becoming quite serious in keeping everyone alive and well. He has a no-nonsense attitude in this state, and at times can be difficult to get his attention when he is hell bent on protecting his friends. He is against killing people or Faunus, due to an incident with an outlaw in his brief military career as a member of his town's watch. He also enjoys eating, and will happily eat anything that is presented to him, with the right state of mind of course. For that, he isn't a half bad of a cook himself, and usually makes something that just hits the spot. He also has quite a soft spot for nature, enjoying the outdoors and all that inhabit it – other than Grimm of course – and enjoys listening to songbirds the most. Color: Purple Emblem: Crosshairs in Shield Appearance: At a height of 6"1' he is above average, but not towering over everyone, but enough to make shorter people envious of his superior reach. His attire consists of a gray shirt under a purple-white plaid shirt with some old jeans and an old baseball styled hat. His leather harness, shoulder pad, some kneepads and elbow pads complete the whole look. He wears two purple gauntlets on either arm, that both have different functions: the right is his grappling hook, allowing him to rapidly reposition, while his left controls his micro scout drone built into the bottom of the gauntlet, which serves for additional recon. The drone is like a large oval shaped stone, that when deployed, opens up into a sort of glider plane that is thrown like a paper plane to begin flight. His eye color is amber. His hair is a dark grey and is usually unkempt and a little on the wild side at short-medium length. He occasionally grows a light beard before shaving it off. He is in decent shape: not too buffed out, not too lanky.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Shenanigans Emerald quietly slipped out of the firing range. She felt bad about leaving without a word, but her mom kept saying embarrassing things about her! Not only that, but she hadn't even seen her dad yet! Instead of waiting for him to show up she would look for him herself. Apparently he got distracted with catching up with an old friend, it figured. The cat faunus wandered down the halls somewhat sluggishly. She was still recovering from her injuries, getting gutted wasn't something she could just shrug off, even if she tried too. She might have overdone it in the shooting range a little. She clutched her side and winced. "Ow...stupid injury...wait, what's that smell?" She sniffed the air, she wasn't exactly sure where in the school she was, but that was the unmistakable smell of seafood. It was making her mouth water as if it was a waterfall. "Fooooooood..." Her plan of finding her father was forgotten as she continued to sniff the air and follow her nose towards the source of the amazing smells. She felt so hungry now she couldn't take it! She either going to have seafood or die trying. Her nose eventually found it's target, the scent of tuna was overwhelming, it almost made her woozy with how hungry she was. She had found herself at a food stand of some kind, with some short guy who appeared to be a waiter along with a cook. Man, that waiter is short...but I'm still shorter! Am I really the shortest person in the school!? >_< Well, never mind that, right now she needed food! She went up the the waiter guy, breaking personal space as she did. "Please, Mr. Waiter guy, I can smell your delicious tuna and I really need it!" Her mouth drooled as the smells overwhelmed her. She would get that tuna. After all, how could they say no to someone as small and bandaged up as her? She was wearing more bandages than clothes at this point. @Sho Minazuki</s> <\|message\|>Kiran Ali Khan @Sho Minazuki @HereComesTheSnow @abillioncats Kiran Ali Khan Kiran Ali Khan was the kind of man who believed in diligence in all things. If something was to be done, it should be done well after all, and that meant putting in all the proper preparations. Even if that something was the half baked ideas of his teammates to set up a stall on parents' day. Knowing them, Varius was likely spending all his time either prepping his knives or showing off his skills rather than actually paying attention to the customers. Noëlle was on off on some other business back at Haven, and well Taidan, well he was a special case. He probably figured a cute outfit was enough to qualify him as a waiter and then customers would magically appear. In all honestly, Kiran was well aware that he probably should've been around from the beginning, but these things took time. In his case that meant acquiring all of the proper ingredients. Lamb and Chicken were obviously a must, as well as the pita bread. He also had an assortment of vegetables, tomatoes, cheeses, cucumbers and more for the different tastes of his customers. Not to mention what sort of Shawarma was complete without a variety of dressings and spices. Plus he needed the tools for the trade, and thus he also had packed two vertical splits for both sets of meat, alongside his variety of knives, and some aluminum foil for the to go customers. Kiran did not like to remain unprepared of course. All of this was dragged along inside yet another cart he planned on parking next to the whatever stand Varius and Taidan had set up. The only thing he was really missing were beverage options. He hoped the others had saw fit to bring at least a cooler, or else some more daring customers of his might find that the spice they ordered was just a bit too much. All this in tow, Kiran finally arrived at the Beacon grounds to see a freshman practically drooling over Varius' displayed goods. "What a surprise, you two actually got a customer. Now why don't the two of you help her out before she devours all of Varius' goods. Oh and you don't have any Fugu buried in there right?" The senior swordsman's grin only grew larger when he spotted a familiar face talking to his teammates. "Sterling, long time no see. Mind giving me a hand setting all this up. Plus I've got room on this cart for another station. We'd make one hell of a team."</s>	<\|message\|>Charon Mauveine Raelyn Mauveine & Chelle Mauveine Raelyn Mauveine sat patiently, admiring the view from the Airbus window, looking down below at Beacon Academy. Next to her, sat her eldest daughter, Chelle Mauveine, who fidgeted with her scroll. Raelyn along with her daughter, were able to catch a flight all the way from Mantle for a surprise visit. She wanted to look presentable, wearing her standard business attire: a gray suit over a white button-up with black slacks, with black flats. Chelle took a more comfortable approach, wearing white shorts and a red polo, with black sneakers. The Airbus slowed, beginning its descent towards the air-docks of Beacon. "We are now arriving at Beacon Academy. Please have your ID's ready, and please stay buckled and seated until the Airbus comes to a complete halt!" the intercom blared an attendants peppy voice. Raelyn dug her ID out of her small green purse, while she glanced over to Chelle, who had her ID in her hand. Chelle smiled at her mother, "Do you think Charon will know we're coming?" she fidgeted with a strand of her black hair anxiously. Raelyn shrugged, "Perhaps, but I'm not sure how much he's gotten used to his semblance," Raelyn brushed her dark brown hair she noticed was out of place. Raelyn understood a few things that Charon told her about his semblance, but that was about a year ago, so she assumed that Charon had time to research and understand aura and get used to his semblance; She distinctly remembers him spending almost all day doing for several straight months. She was a little eager to see how Charon has developed since then. Chelle on the other hand was left in the dark, as she only knew a few things about any of it. She was finishing grad school for her medical degree and the way Charon put it, when she called him one day, "Didn't want to bother you when you're so busy." So much of it was left to Raelyn to explain what she could understand to Chelle. The Airbus slowed almost to a halt, hovering in place until it set down on the air-docks, the engines whirring down as the doors slid open. People unbuckled their seat-belts and shuffled along, grabbing their belongings above or below them until they exited out onto solid ground. Everyone bunched up in a crowd for a brief moment, forming a line to several security personal checking people's ID before letting them off the air-docks. Raelyn showed her ID card, while the Security person squinted at her card, muttering "50 year old... Raelyn Mauveine" while typing it into a computer, glancing through his list before letting her through with an impassive "Go on through." Raelyn waited for Chelle to pass through the checkpoint, glancing around at the school, noting its impressive size and clean grounds. At least Beacon is more subtle than Atlas, Raelyn thought to herself, thinking about how impossibly big Atlas Academy was, being more of a fortress than an actual school. Chelle maneuvered her way out of the stream of people towards her mother, "So where do we find Charon?" "Heeeyyy Chelle!" Charon shouted from the distance, waving frantically to get their attention. Chelle turned to see Charon jogging towards them, muttering to Raelyn "Well that didn't take long," whilst waving back to Charon with a smile. Charon stopped in front of both of Chelle and Raelyn to catch his breath, looking up at both of them, "So... what are you two doing here?" as if expecting a response he already didn't know the answer to. Chelle shrugged, "Oh you know... we caught the wrong flight from Mantle, and so happaned to end up here," "Oh hah-ha, but in all seriousness: I thought both of you guys were booked throughout this whole week!" "I managed to work some extra hours, so I was able to get some time off; Chelle managed to finish a day early as per permission from her professor, so now we're here!" Charon took a step back for a moment before looking back up at both of them, giving them both a nice warm embrace, "Well... I'm glad you're here then! I uh... What should we do then? I was on my way to town to find some parts for my drone and happened to notice both of you coming in on an Airbus so maybe I can show you two around town?" "Well what about the tour of your school first? I thought that was the whole idea?" "Oh but you guys should see how nice the town is first! Then we can save the best for last? Besides..." Charon took off his hat, and a mess of hair was revealed underneath, "-I kinda need a haircut since last month." Chelle was the first to react, "Charon! Geez! I've never seen your hair this bad!" She started to mess with his hair, trying to comb it in a fashion that would make it look presentable, much to Charon's discomfort. "Well it's settled- OW! Stop messing with my- Gah! Stop!" Charon tried to shoo away her older sister from his hair, before planting his hat over his head to cease her attempts to "fix it".</s>
<\|description\|>Blaine Olbrecht Large for his age, Blaine Olbrecht stands roughly 6'5" and weighs around 210lbs. Broad shouldered and barrel chested, he's a big boy. His hair is always kept neat and tidy, swept back in an effort to look remotely professional while he bulges out of his tight-fitting school uniform. His faunus traits are obvious, though not incredibly informative as to species, with slightly larger than normal canines and a swishing tail that ends in a large tuft of fur. More often than not, people mistake his serious expression for a personal glare, despite his best intentions. Age: (17) Gender: Male Race: Lion faunus Weapon: Leonids: a twin-headed meteor hammer attached by a silk rope originally woven from broodling web. This provides the connecting material with elasticity and great strength. Both heads are relatively simple in design, fist-sized metal spheres with a set of six small holes on either hemisphere, a seam splitting the orbs. Each ball contains a small compartment that can be filled with powdered dust. Both heads can be charged with dust for different elemental effects, and the entire array can be enlarged and reduced by Blaine's Semblance as long as it still touches him. Stilettos: Plain and simple, these are six-inch stiletto knives made to finish off stubborn kills through the use of Perspective. Not made for throwing, but the pommels are meant to brace against hard objects and support the whole of the blade when enlarged. Specialty: Warrior. Lacking decent ranged options, Blaine is a student of diving headfirst into danger, confident in his own abilities and training. In combat, he favors a fluid, highly mobile fighting style that revolves around keeping his opponents in striking distance while he remains outside of their reach. He is careful to keep tabs on the events of battle around him. Utilizing his semblance, Blaine shrinks and enlarges the Leonids in order to surprise foes with its length and weight, resulting in unpredictable flurries punctuated by strong finishing strikes. When fighting larger Grimm, the Stilettos can be used in similar fashion. The vast majority of his training was for fighting against Grimm, however, and he is unused to human opponent and ranged combatants. Semblance: Perspective: Once activated, this semblance can increase or decrease the size and weight of an object Blaine is in contact with as long as it stays with him or on his person. As an example, he could activate his semblance to shrink a fridge down to the size of an apple, or make a toothpick into a shortsword. Aura is only consumed while maintaining the semblance, and more is burned the more dramatic the transformation. As example, it would be far easier to make a fridge the size of an apple than a bus the size of a toothpick. Personality: Quiet and relatively demure for the most part, Blaine tends to downplay his own achievements and exaggerate those of others. In his eyes, anything he does is insignificant compared to the world around him. The flipside of this is that he sees problems as small and easily surmounted, resulting in a quiet optimism. When his own pride does show, it's for small things that most people wouldn't consider as much as others. More than anything else, he's most humble of his martial prowess, well aware that there are many better fighters than himself in the world. That being said, if someone takes the time to break through his shell, the man shows a rowdy side with those that he can care about, bragging about his friends and talking up the achievements of those around him. Knits in his spare time. When by himself, a quiet sadness is evident, though he tries to hide it as best he can. Color: Goldenrod Emblem: Three claws in a circle pointed inwards, two comets surrounding them</s> <\|message\|>Ferris Gray Solidor Ferris Solidor With the professer's "encouraging" shouting, Ferris manged to figure all this racket was going to make it hard to continue napping. He opened his eyes and got to his feet with a sigh. This was probably going to be a drag, but he was goons to pretend to care. Besides, this was football. Both versions were fun. He received the instruction pamphlet that was passed out with a raised eyebrow and regarded it like one would a week-old banana peel. Shaking his head, he opened it and began to read. The first page in and he was aghast. This was...football? This was football. This was football?! Well what the hell. Another game to attach to the highly contested name football that has little to do with the foot and more to do with the ball. It seemed to Ferris that the game was closer to basketball then the other two common games with the moniker 'football'. But, there was no point in complaining about it. Ferris made sure to read it several times before folding it up tight and sticking it in a pocket. Out of the same pocket, he idly produced a bullet casing of all things and began to twirl it between his fingers. Frowning in thought as they picked teams, he considered ways to use his semblance to his team's advantage during the game. Unfortunately, nothing outstanding came to mind. Whether this was because of his unfamiliarity with the game, or because it was not suited to this sort of thing, he wasn't sure. He suspected it was a combination of both. His, and he assumed, everyone else's, unfamiliarity with the rules was going to make coordinating difficult for both sides. That meant the match was probably going to come down to a combination of semblances and physical ability. Those who relied on skill with weapons were at a disadvantage here. Following that thought, since intense physical contact was probably going to be at a minimum, one could afford to be more free with their aura usage then usual. All that made the most important thing was to identify semblances quickly and devise stratagems to counter while trying to prevent the other team from doing the same, while also devising creative ways to use the given semblances on one team. In an odd moment of self reflection, Ferris realized he had been putting quite a bit of thought into this silly little game. He was still considering the problem by the time the teams were picked. He wandered over to join his team in the loose huddle, mildly releved to not be on the skins side. There were a few faces he recognized, but most of their names escaped him. The other team had started stripping. Like any hot-blood male, Ferris noted the eye-candy. "I think the ladies of the other team have us men at a disadvantage." He noted to no one in particular. Right, strategy. "Actually, Cap, I think I'd be more of use on offense." Ferris spoke up in an apathetic voice. "Unlike Ahoge boy here, I am confident on my kicking and passing accuracy, and with my spare parts," Ferris lifted his prosthetic leg and gesturing in a way that brought attention to his Gauntlet. "I have power to spare. However, before we actually get into that, introductions are more important. But instead of just your name, explain what your semblance can do. I believe that understanding and coordinating these will be the lynchpin of our victory. We can decide positions with more emphasis on that then physical ability." Of course, that would include explaining his own. Crud. He hated trying to explain his semblance to other people because he almost always received blank stares in return. It wasn't his fault it was so bloody complicated. @HereComesTheSnow @FlitterFaux @Plank Sinatra @Kaithas @Awesomoman64 @Tominas @Abillioncats</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit & Stranded at Sea Stella dutifully walked around the room, picking up the stray cupcakes and their wrappers. While she was narrowly avoiding bumping into desks her eyes stood transfixed on the display that was showing her students' progress in the escapade. Escaping a sinking ship and making it to an island with enough resources to last the night. She was curious to see their approach. She took a second, standing in the middle of the class watching the monitor to recognize where she was. How far she had come. She had been a nobody for her entire life, the Nuit that didn't matter. The Nuit that took after her mother. Hardly a Nuit at all. But now, she was Estelle, the teacher for Survival Studies. She had her own students, her own job, her own money. Her place in this world. She felt unshakeable. She made it to the final cupcake that was still in the form of a nipple. Right Her hands came up to her face as she quickly tried to disregard the cupnipple… Nipplecake? Either way it had to go. She put it into a Tupperware container and threw it into her desk, just in case Lauren wanted it later. "God I'm starting to become Bianca." She said as her face launched past three different shades of red. But then she caught my eye… She was- --- As soon as we were on the sinking ship I felt completely in my environment. While these Grimm weren't real it was nice to finally have some target practice with the new wings. With a single elegant motion they extended fully to my right and left and with a single heavy flap I was spinning into the air. I'm sure I looked beautiful. As soon as I entered their domain a few targeted me but shifting C'est la Vie into it's spear form and letting it extend into one of their faces was all too easy. With one down and two more rapidly approaching I wrapped my arm around C'est la Vie and tilted it downwards, bringing my wings in in order to quickly use my body weight (as little as it is!) to dodge the blow with a sharp turn. A few Grimm appeared to be targeting my teammates in this situation and I didn't think I was going to be able to reach them in time. Extending my arm and using my thumb as guidance I hurled C'est la Vie through the opposition, I made sure to wave in a pretty cute way at Gratia when she saw what I did. It'd annoy her, sure. But it felt too good to be back. I let the fire inside me grow as I continued my onslaught on the Grimm. One approached me talons outstretched and with a brief flex of my semblance, I pivoted as if I was taking a boxer's stance in midair. C'est la Vie twirled back to my and a single back step was all it took for the spear to take the Grimm full throttle. But another had soon replaced it and C'est la Vie couldn't change direction fast enough to strike this one as well. I took the blow and cringed as the pain was simulated in my forearm, but the Grimm hadn't expected my tenacity. I snapped my head forward and struck the beast, my head felt like it had just smacked steel – but sure enough the simulation dissipated. I was doing well. C'est la Vie magnetized to my hand and I looked for my next set of targets. I hadn't felt like this in ages. But soon it was over. My wings felt as though they doubled in length and just as I glanced out at them I dropped back down to the boat. I was barely able to catch myselfand immediately rejoined the fight from the ground. But all of the sudden I was exhausted. My chest rising and falling my wings felt as though they were back to being featherless. Though quick and careful examination would prove otherwise. I could only think one thing. Thank god Jer didn't see that. ...God I'm starting to become Stella.</s>	<\|message\|>Blaine Olbrecht Physical Education Team: Maybe not the Best, but Definitely Better than the Other Team Team Listening to his teammates speak, Blaine gave them his utmost attention. This was made manifest in an unblinking stare, his stone brow knit together in the world's single most intense gaze, unbroken by the womanflesh before him. Admiration could wait for a different time, now was football. The small, belligerent man made a good point, though he seemed abrasive. That could be a problem. More so, the room suddenly became very hot as it dawned upon the faunus that he had failed to make his introductions. Blithering fool! How can you win a good first impression if they've no names to align with you? Blast! In the midst of his own berations, his gaze bore a large hole into the floor, a small vein beginning to pulse in his forehead as his vision stabbed the earth. He panicked internally, the only external hint of tension a single bead of sweat, ever so slowly making its way down his stoic cheek. In this state, he raised his eyes, lips pursed, the words on the tip of his tongue as he struggled to address those around him. His mouth was dry and the ill-fitting uniform seemed to tighten around his throat like a wounded lover, one of the buttons straining to hold the collar shut around his tree trunk neck. "..." Speak, damn you! "I… am Blaine." He paused, glancing as the group of expectant faces bore down on him, his voice being drug from his throat, slow and forced, like cattle to slaughter. "Big man is also acceptable. I am quite large. My Semblance makes things I touch larger or smaller while I touch them, in both mass and volume." Another pause as he looked around, gaining confidence as the lack of torches and pitchforks became evident. A tiny rip indicated the expulsion of a button from his collar, allowing sweet, cool air to brush his neck. It was appreciated, though he would have to sew it back on at a later time. Stooping down to pick up the offending button and set it inside his breastpocket, the faunus continued, his voice settling into place like an old bull out to pasture, or James Earl Jones after a lunch break. "Offense is doable, as I would prefer to be farther from our own goal in order to prevent use of my stature for marks by our scantily clad opponents. I will prevent our ballhandlers from being struck down best as I can. Shepherding, as it is stated on the rulesheet. Through my fellow offenders' feet, we will all march to glory." "I also believe that if they attempt to distract us with pleasures of the flesh, we may should try the same, captain Ben and second in command Luke. I believe that our coach most likely had a prior manner of identifying who is on which team, such as colored flags. With this in mind, I offer the idea of our most attractive removing their clothes as well. It may help us in the long run." Hesitating for a moment, the faunus pressed on. His eyes were now focused on the one who previously spoken, gray in attire, grim in attitude. Though he did not judge him, his words must be addressed. Blaine's facial expression was yet to change, the vein in his forehead continuing it's steady rhythm. "Additionally, I think we would be best served by keeping your powerful limbs in the back, grey one, where we need to be able to launch the ball downfield. I would refer to you as your name, but you had not given one. This is also to contend with your poor attitude and what I perceive as a lack of true confidence, going by your apathetic tone and rudeness to your own teammates, as well as our second-in-command. With all due respect, you sound as though you try to make up for something. Not to be rude. I often have problems with speaking to groups myself, so there is no need to be shy. Even if no one else does, I believe in you, despite your stature and lack of common manners." Internally, Blaine pumped his fist. His introductions seem to have gone quite well. Still, he would have to do his best to reassure the estranged teammate, let he think the faunus's words were meant to be aggressive. The last thing he wanted today was to be making enemies. In this state of mind, he offered his kindest smile, flashing his sharpened canines through the parting of his lips. It was obviously forced, but hopefully got the message across.</s>
<\|description\|>Blaine Olbrecht Large for his age, Blaine Olbrecht stands roughly 6'5" and weighs around 210lbs. Broad shouldered and barrel chested, he's a big boy. His hair is always kept neat and tidy, swept back in an effort to look remotely professional while he bulges out of his tight-fitting school uniform. His faunus traits are obvious, though not incredibly informative as to species, with slightly larger than normal canines and a swishing tail that ends in a large tuft of fur. More often than not, people mistake his serious expression for a personal glare, despite his best intentions. Age: (17) Gender: Male Race: Lion faunus Weapon: Leonids: a twin-headed meteor hammer attached by a silk rope originally woven from broodling web. This provides the connecting material with elasticity and great strength. Both heads are relatively simple in design, fist-sized metal spheres with a set of six small holes on either hemisphere, a seam splitting the orbs. Each ball contains a small compartment that can be filled with powdered dust. Both heads can be charged with dust for different elemental effects, and the entire array can be enlarged and reduced by Blaine's Semblance as long as it still touches him. Stilettos: Plain and simple, these are six-inch stiletto knives made to finish off stubborn kills through the use of Perspective. Not made for throwing, but the pommels are meant to brace against hard objects and support the whole of the blade when enlarged. Specialty: Warrior. Lacking decent ranged options, Blaine is a student of diving headfirst into danger, confident in his own abilities and training. In combat, he favors a fluid, highly mobile fighting style that revolves around keeping his opponents in striking distance while he remains outside of their reach. He is careful to keep tabs on the events of battle around him. Utilizing his semblance, Blaine shrinks and enlarges the Leonids in order to surprise foes with its length and weight, resulting in unpredictable flurries punctuated by strong finishing strikes. When fighting larger Grimm, the Stilettos can be used in similar fashion. The vast majority of his training was for fighting against Grimm, however, and he is unused to human opponent and ranged combatants. Semblance: Perspective: Once activated, this semblance can increase or decrease the size and weight of an object Blaine is in contact with as long as it stays with him or on his person. As an example, he could activate his semblance to shrink a fridge down to the size of an apple, or make a toothpick into a shortsword. Aura is only consumed while maintaining the semblance, and more is burned the more dramatic the transformation. As example, it would be far easier to make a fridge the size of an apple than a bus the size of a toothpick. Personality: Quiet and relatively demure for the most part, Blaine tends to downplay his own achievements and exaggerate those of others. In his eyes, anything he does is insignificant compared to the world around him. The flipside of this is that he sees problems as small and easily surmounted, resulting in a quiet optimism. When his own pride does show, it's for small things that most people wouldn't consider as much as others. More than anything else, he's most humble of his martial prowess, well aware that there are many better fighters than himself in the world. That being said, if someone takes the time to break through his shell, the man shows a rowdy side with those that he can care about, bragging about his friends and talking up the achievements of those around him. Knits in his spare time. When by himself, a quiet sadness is evident, though he tries to hide it as best he can. Color: Goldenrod Emblem: Three claws in a circle pointed inwards, two comets surrounding them</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Haven@Slime Gratia Mindaro - Shopping Gratia clinically appraised the storefront for a number of seconds, before her onyx gaze slid over to Silver. "If that's the type of shit he swings for."</s> <\|message\|>Silver Applegate Haven@Crimmy Silver Applegate - Vale-Shopping Mall Silver looked at the store Beryl pointed. "She did ask for advice. Maybe she needs new clothes too?" The joke went completely over his head. If Gratia wasn't there to throw it back at him, that is. "What?! N-no, I don't wear anything like that. I don't have a sense for fashion, but I can tell men from women's clothes." He couldn't help but get flustered at the idea of him wearing such a thing.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Haven@Slime Gratia Mindaro - Shopping "I see." However, the ability of their newest teammate to successfully dress in woman's clothing aside, Gratia could see little wrong with Harken's suggestion. While she was unfamiliar with the store, she had no issue with going to to inspect the wares. Their excursion had to start somewhere, after all. "What are you looking for, Harken?"</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Slime Vale-Shopping Mall-Beryl Harken "Some casual clothes aaaaaaand maybe another bathing suit. Bianca got one that doesn't squeeze the life out of me on the cruise but I go swimming so often that it's almost always in the wash."</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] @NaraK Lauren was only spatially aware of her colonizer mule boy shuttling her back to the Bastille dorm, likely so she could enjoy the benefits of white dick and someone to do her homework for her. She was still wrapped up in ideas on how to stop Diamond Frost's clock discreetly, hopefully - but not necessarily - through an intermediary. She was hung up on the image of a good nail bomb, personally. The little bitch had the pencil neck for it; it would soak up a lot of shrapnel, leave the bitch with more nails through it than a voodoo doll. Make her a san-terrrrrrri-a piece. There was a girl who loved her who would have happily done it. That was dependent on her finding out about Lauren's survival and not going out of her way to kill her too, though, so maybe a late-night "u up" wouldn't fly so hot... Or maybe it would. Like she'd told Luke, it was always best to just shoot your shot. Especially if the target had an untraceable baseball bat that could pulverize Diamond with Dust crystals, too. That was what the poets of the streets called an ironic touch. Ali was like that - like if everything had gone wrong for Estelle Nuit. Heeee. Lauren was quiet, contemplating, as they left the Dust Apps classroom. Cap was getting bold as fuck shuttling her around the halls like this, wasn't he? People would get ideas. And then she'd have to implement those ideas on him, like a camp counselor in the night. "Where we going? Do you know where Sangue is, Cap? Are we all meeting up?" Lauren began to fidget in Ben's grasp, legs wrapped around him as she gyrated to the sides, the motions somewhat unfamiliar now that she had trapped herself in a uniform. "Are we?" To deter Bianca, Jericho had set off a couple flashbang traps at critical points in the faculty locker room connected to the Practice classroom. Then he decided to shower before meeting his new team. Flapjacks. God damn it. He'd been a heavenly knight a week ago. He'd gone from kitchen wench to goddamn Miss Buttersworth. Rich would be laughing at him from his perch in Atlas, until he learned where groceries came from and how much time it took to get them. The hot water beat onto his forehead, rhythmic, helping him brood.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Haven@Slime Gratia Mindaro - Shopping It was an answer that was more general than she would have preferred, but it was something she could still work with. "Anything specific to your tastes?" she asked, as they strolled into the store.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Sinatra@Write@FlitterFaux Luke Schwarz - Turning in It was starting to get late. My mind still abuzz with questions, concerns and otherwise intrusive thoughts, I realized that Tearlag Cirsium was a very thorough woman indeed. The walls were thick enough that even if I'd been making a concerted effort to pry into whatever was happening behind me, whatever lectures or punishments were being doled out, I wasn't going to without stepping in the room and making myself known. That... That I didn't need to be doing. Whatever happened to Diamond Frost as punishment wasn't my business beyond knowing that it wouldn't be done again, and I trusted our youthful professor's stern character in that matter well enough that I had no reason to sit in and make the scene awkward or extra-heated. Always isolate the key components— that was the rule. If a combination has proven volatile, make sure you don't mess around with one without the other safely contained. Basic chemistry. Basic interrogation, basic witness report, basic whatever you name. Though, I still don't know the true nature of our clash. No matter how I twisted it, it seemed to just appear from a vacuum. And that simply couldn't be right. ...At any rate, I'm rambling about nothing. I wasn't staying behind for just desserts, I was staying behind to ask my teacher something, and she was obviously all tied up. With the day getting long in the tooth, and Bianca having a grand "welcome to being a team, team!" Feast in the making, I knew I'd have another day. Tomorrow would work. It would give me time to remove myself from the situation and approach it— and my questions— from a place of more clarity. This haze was probably going to make me trip all over myself if I just walked in now. I'd sleep on all this, first. For now, let's see what our local winged wonder was cooking up and try to rest easy, yeah? >Heading home >if I get poisoned again I'm never forgiving you bianca I smirked as I kicked off the wall and started my trek towards the dorms, a short jaunt of about seven minutes on a leisurely day. Fugu. Cruise ship Fugu. Classic blunder.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Slime Vale-Shopping Mall-Beryl Harken Her tastes? Beryl's tastes were well...they were whatever she could get her hands on. More than half her wardrobe consisted of hand-me-downs and old clothing various parents had donated to the orphanage. She supposed that there were a few she had bought or that had been bought specifically for her. Not enough to build much on the way of personal style but she supposed she had a few things in particular that she liked. "Stuff that's easy to move around in. Pants, shorts, T-shirts. As for swimsuits, the only stuff I've found that lets me go as fast as I want to are the single piece sportswear stuff. Everything else tends to pulled on by the water."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @NaraK "Sangue usually meets us back at the dorm, she'll probably beat us there. Amy's headed off to do something, but I figure we can pick Sangue up, all have a chance to change, and maybe head into Vale." Lauren's fidgeting, once upon a time, probably would've been enough to throw off Ben's balance. Especially since he was pretty sure that whatever she had in her backpack, it was pretty heavy. He hadn't expected it when she picked it up. He could still carry her around just fine, just took a little more adjustment. Which was kinda the point; this far into the year, it didn't even take conscious thought to maintain his balance. Just was what it was. "And I wanna see what you're hiding in your jacket, you didn't have it before Armory." Both hands were occupied, so instead of ruffling her hair, he elected to bump her head lightly with his own and grin. "After that I guess we can go get burgers or something. We can text Amy and see if she wants to meet back up, but I bet Sangue'd love to head into town."</s>	<\|message\|>Blaine Olbrecht Formerly Australian Football Field Primary Objectives: Locate Charms, Save Face --- --- Blaine combed through the grass like a man possessed, eyes peeled for the slightest sign of the small, carved tokens that he had made days prior. It was unlike him to be so panicked, but to tell someone they had gifts on the way and then leave them standing there…unthinkable. And so he searched, sprawled on all fours, sweating profusely as his shredded clothes hung loosely off his massive form. The enormous faunus's head whipped around at the sound of the smaller student's approach. He leapt to his feet and turned to face her in one smooth motion, striving to maintain the appearance of someone not dripping desperation as the red-feathered faunus came closer. Blaine's mouth opened to address her, when he noticed what the woman had to offer. His heart beat loudly in his chest, pupils dilated, lungs ceased movement. She had the charms. His mouth opened slightly, pointed fangs on display with the parting of his lips. Without his consent, Blaine heard his voice emerge from his throat as the world turned grey at the edges. Dimly, he was aware that he still wore no real pants. "Y-you… I… Charms yes mine."</s>
<\|description\|>Pomodoro Age/gender: 30, male Race: Human Faction: Disciples Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Dante The Lookout was silent save for a soft breeze that cut a chill in the air from the open window. It was always cold there this time of year. Several hundred feet below the Lookout, grey clouds were growing darker by the hour, threatening a downpour. The birds had all gone. Makken, the Guardian of Earth, was off meeting with the leaders of the Disciples, and he had taken his bodyguards with him. This was one of the only times Dante would have the Lookout to himself, and he used the silence to meditate. Sitting on the floor of his bedchamber, Dante sat with legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees. Focusing intently on the breeze wafting past his face, he turned his right hand over so that the palm was facing up. Slowly, methodically, Dante began to release his ki. The energy that generated from his hand, an incandescent blue orb that permeated warmth, began to rise towards the ceiling. Dante turned his hand back over and focused on the ki. It began to twist and contort, forming different shapes based on Dante's unconscious thoughts. It became a tree first, then a ship, Makken, and finally the Lookout itself. The glowing blue miniature broke apart in seconds, the ki returning to it's original form and spiraling slowly around the bedchamber. Something far to the south exploded and Dante's eyes snapped open. It was much too far for him to hear the blast, but he could feel the energy from the attack that made it. It was abrupt, powerful, and it wasn't alone. That didn't worry Dante as much as he thought it would. What bothered him the most was that he'd felt that same power before. It was one of the Trueborn, the so called 'rightful' rulers of earth. Dante and the Guardian had both attempted to find meaning in these sudden bursts of energy, had been trying for months in fact. It probably wasn't as complicated as they were making it out to be. The True Sons were clearly fighting amongst themselves. They always had. But this was the fifth time this year, and the aggressor was always the same. Dante knew from experience that when that energy signature faded away, there would be an entire village somewhere to the south that had no more inhabitants. Dante stood and turned towards his bed. Hanging from the headboard was a black, short-sleeved gi and a pair of loose-fitting pants. He dressed himself, laced up his boots and exited his bedchamber. The Lookout always felt strange when nobody was there. It seemed so much larger than it really was. An enormous, bowel shaped platform suspended atop a massive tower, the Lookout was normally home to at least twenty people. Most of them were Saiyans or otherwise affiliated with the Disciples of Son Goku in some way. Dante was the exception to that rule. He was not a member of the Disciples in any official capacity. No, his destiny was bound to the Lookout itself, and to the Guardian. But today there was no Guardian, no twenty-some bodyguards, no servants or assistants waiting on the Guardian hand and foot. There was only the Keeper. Dante started down the hall, focusing intently on the now waning ki to the south. It didn't take him long to pinpoint the precise location. As soon as he stepped outside of the Lookout, he saw the smoke rising from the horizon. Dante ran a hand across the top of his hairless head, wrapped an antenna around his finger. It was a nervous gesture he'd performed ever since he was a child. Not once had he ever realized he was doing it. This is getting worse Dante thought. If we don't do something about this soon, it's not just going to be Saiyan cities being destroyed. Dante, the Namekian, the Keeper of the Lookout, reached out one last time and felt a single source of energy. Then there was another and the first was snuffed out. The battle was over as quickly as it had begun. ======================================================================================================================================= The battlefield had grown quiet. Lucarien stood at the front of the village chief's home, a large, if rather drab manse just a few hundred yards from the rest of the village. His men were going from house to house, picking the belongings from the fallen corpses and burglarizing their homes. Lucarien, however, had no need for looting. He had found exactly what he wanted when he showed up; a defiant Saiyan chief. The only piece of loot Lucarien would be taking would be the earring that hung from the remaining half of the chief's head. He bent down and plucked the earring from the charred and blackened ear, taking a decent portion of the lobe with it. Lucarien wiped off the gore and held the trinket out in front of him. It was a small leather ornament, a cracked moon scorched onto the face of it. That was the coat of arms this chief's predecessor had decided on. Lucarien grunted out something that might have been a laugh. What did a cracked moon represent that was worthy of a Saiyan tribe? He imagined it probably had something to do with planet Vegeta, but that didn't matter anymore. The corpse laying before Lucarien now certainly didn't need any representation. They had barely put up a fight at all. The chief had voiced his... opposition to King Adiqa and the battle was nearly over before he finished his sentence. Lucarien's men were blooded veterans. The idiots with a cracked moon on their flag hadn't contributed to a real fight since the first war with the Disciples. Lucarien had grinned as he saw the fear grow in the chief's eyes, as he witnessed the deaths of his kinsmen and soldiers. It had become something of a habit at this point, but his wife had been one of the first to go. When the battle was nearing its end, the chief had tried something Lucarien was certain was supposed to be an attack, but he found himself with a mouthful of energy a second later. The Trueborn had taken the fighting to the village, and there were still a few residents that needed to be dealt with, but for the most part, this tribe had been eradicated. Ah, and what perfect timing Lucarien thought. On the other side of the village he could see his troops forming up in a line, right hands balled into fists over their hearts. Twenty men in traditional Saiyan armor over red bodysuits marched out before them. Beyond the Royal Guard, Lucarien could see the king, arms folded, floating forward as if his feet were too godly to be sullied by the dirt. Of course they are, your grace Lucarien thought bitterly. Clutching the earring in his fist, he started towards the king. "Your Grace," Lucarien said, dropping to a knee and bowing his head. He held out his hand, still balled into a fist. "A trophy, taken from the ignorant chief himself." The king took the earring and inspected the symbol on the front, a small burst of air escaping his nose. "You've done well, Lucarien," said king Adiqa, handing the trinket to one of his bodyguards. "Of all the tribes that have refused to stand behind me, the chief of this one had a special... arrogance about him. I trust he didn't die well?" "Didn't even put up a fight, your grace. I nearly took his head off before he could throw his first punch." The king laughed again. "Knowing him, it may literally have been his first punch. It's for the best he didn't join us. Weak Saiyans are not Trueborn. Rise, my servant, show me what punishment you've wrought on the fools." Lucarien did as he was instructed, though there really was no need for him to walk alongside the king. He would have much preferred to get his men back to the palace before they started fighting over the best loot. The king and his guards carved a path across the village, back towards the chief's manor. He smiled at the sight of the dead chief, then extended an arm outward. The sound of the door blasting off it's hinges was deafening. If there weren't so many guards around, Lucarien might have rolled his eyes. His majesty couldn't even open a door without making a show of it. "Lucarien," The king said, not looking away from the manor. "Have you ever wanted to be the leader of a Saiyan tribe?" He thought about it for a long moment. He had of course, but it was generally inadvisable to reveal one's ambitions to a king. "No, my lord. I prefer a warrior's life, not that of a politician." Another laugh from Adiqa. "You're a horrible liar, Lucarien. Tell your men not to burn too much of the village. They'll be sleeping here for the time being." "Your grace?" "Three hundred miles west of here, there is a temple carved into the side of a mountain. It is home to nearly a hundred blooded and well trained warrior monks, Disciples. Do you know why nearly a hundred well trained warrior monks are living in a temple so far from civilization?" Lucarien shook his head. "It's because they're protecting something. Our man on the inside insists that this temple is where the Disciples are keeping the Three-Star Dragon Ball." Lucarien's eyes widened. "Your grace, I-" "Get this place cleaned up, Lucarien. I don't know how long it will be before we locate the other six, but you'll be running this village until we do. Tell your men to mask their energy levels. The Disciples may be fools, but they won't suffer a Trueborn to exist anywhere near one of their precious Dragon Balls." The king didn't say another word. He spun around to face Lucarien and the expression on his face was more than enough to get the message across. Fail me here those eyes said and whatever the Disciples do to you will be considered a mercy. With that, the king rose into the air, his guards in tow, and all of them soared back towards the palace leaving Lucarien with eighty men and a now inhabited village.</s> <\|message\|>Mizu Mizu's Saiyan pod glowed like a shooting star as it penetrated Earths atmosphere. It was strange feeling he felt. He was returning to the home of his ancestors after hundreds of years. Mizu's ancestors had abandoned the Earth during the Great Saiyan War. Ever since they have been nomads. They traveled from planet to planet looking for a place to call home. Mizu's parents believed that they had found one on the planet called Xenal. Mizu grew up on Xenal becoming a warrior and protector of peace on the planet. He had many friends there. Life was a good one until one day a powerful warlord arrived on the planet with an army. Xenal fought with the planets natives as long and hard as he could but it appeared to be a futile resistance. So an evacuation of the planet was planned. Sadly the warlord found out about the evacuation and destroyed every ship as it tried to flee. As far was Mizu knows he's the only one who managed to escape. With nowhere else to go Mizu traveled to Earth. He hoped there he could live in peace. Mizu gritted his teeth as the pod crashed into the Earth. Mizu opened the pod and stepped out to see a mountain temple in front of his eyes. It had been days since Mizu had eaten anything. He flew up to the temple hoping they had food to offer.</s>	<\|message\|>Pomodoro Pomodoro struggled against the weight of the two large metal crates threatening to come together and crush him. He felt the muscles in his braced limbs strain as the shipping truck he was aboard jostled and shook. With no seat to brace himself against he found himself holding back the loose crates for the entire trip. And only now was he finally starting to feel the strain. Since Pomodoro was young he had loved travelling long distances. Usually it meant that all he had to do was go to sleep for a few hours and he would wake up in an entirely foreign place. Flying in first class luxury always meant that there were new sights, new sounds and most importantly, new food waiting wherever he woke up. Not this time though. With a mournful grunt he thought about his bank account and how hopelessly dry it had become. He didn't mind working for a living but it got in the way of his journeying. So, in a convenient stroke of luck he found himself signed up with what he had thought would be an easy job. But by the time he realized what the "travelling" portion of the "Grand Travelling Circus of Oz" ad he found had meant he was already halfway on board the truck. So there he was, narrowly avoiding being crushed to death doing the thing he loved most. The expression on his face kept switching between a grimace of pain and an insane grin of boundless joy. When the truck stopped and the doors opened he was grinning. "What the hell!?" said the driver when he saw him. Pomodoro gave an abrupt grunt and threw the crates forward, past the driver and into the hood of the truck sitting behind them. There was a cry of confusion just before the sound of metal crashing into metal. The ruined truck's driver jumped out of the cabin just in time to narrowly avoid being killed. After a long silent moment of looking from Pomodoro back to the gnarled engine block behind him, the first driver repeated himself. "What the HELL!?" Pomodoro considered the small man for a brief moment then cheerily asked "Where is the food?"</s>
<\|description\|>Ash (last name unknown) Age: 18 (undead for 3 years since the infection) Appearance: Ash is 1.78 metres tall. Backstory: A student who recently graduated high school and was considering her college applications, she ignored the rumours floating about on the internet about a new rabies virus. Ignorance was no cure, however, for the infection, and Ash was one of the many names that died or turned into the undead on the first day. The virus mutated inside her, eventually turning her hands and feet into claws. One day, she eventually realised that she was topless (her shirt was either torn off or slowly decayed to the ravages of time) and used a spare roll of bandages to cover herself up. Her mind slowly returned, and from outright hostility and hunger for the living, it become curiosity. She would watch, safely hidden, as soldiers and other survivors raided former living areas for food and supplies. 3 years later, Ash knows how to speak, read and write English, even if she finds hardly anyone intelligent to talk to.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Three years ago Ash twiddled her short brown hair and stared at the computer. She had gotten into the dreaded cycle of refreshing. A few of her favourite tumblrs, Twitter, Reddit and the forums she frequented were all the tabs she had open. Yet none of them were updating. Well, some were, but there was this hashtag trending on Twitter. "Hashtag outbreak. Well, let's see what's going on." Ash clicked on the link provided by the user. It led to YouTube. "Ugh, another viral marketing video?" The cursor hovered over the close button of the tab as the video played. From the poor aspect ratio, it was definitely recorded on a smartphone's camera. To make things worse, the recording was shaky. She rolled her eyes a bit, but the next image drew her gaze. A man was on the floor, crawling away. He looked up at some woman, and screamed and begged. "Don't eat me!" The woman fell onto him anyway, and she sunk her teeth into the man's face. Ash just stared, slack-jawed. The grainy footage was hard to see through, but Ash guessed that it might have been poor special effects. The door knocked, and she sighed. Her father had come back from work, most likely. "Coming! Stop knocking so much, dad!" she yelled. Picking up a white shirt, she slid it onto herself (her father disapproved of her walking around the house topless, but she was so flat a bra wasn't necessary) and walked to the door. "Look, stop knocking, I'm..." As she pulled the door open, what standing there wasn't her father. It was a man. Ash would have said that it 'is' a man, but men didn't have their guts hanging out in front of them and still be standing upright. His glazed-over eyes flickered to look at Ash, and the thing roared. Turning around, she tried to run, but the dead man's hand was faster. He grabbed onto her shirt, and tried to grab onto her. She heard a loud rip of the shirt she wore, but the momentum from his jerky grab was good enough. "Nonono— NO!" Ash screamed. The zombie, now with a proper grab onto her, sunk his bloody teeth into her. She screamed, and the pain brought upon her by his second ironclad bite sent everything to darkness. Minutes later, the corpse of the tomboy on the floor shook violently. With a quiet groan, Ash sat up, and slowly got to her feet. Her torn shirt slid off her body, reducing her modesty to naught, but she didn't care. Her mind, previously filled with the ambitions and dreams of an 18 year old girl, were now filled with instinctual hunger. Stumbling out of the room, her dazed zombie instincts looked up into the sky to the sound of a helicopter. Just like the mindless horde of the walking dead, she followed. ----- Modern Days "No, c'mon, don't mess this up..." Her claws held the USB cable nervously, as she gently eased it into back of the computer. A few damaged cables were scattered beside her. When Ash heard the click, she grinned. Hopefully, the internet was still working. The power was. And if there was one thing that Ash remembered recently, there were such things called computers. As she eased up the battered office chair to the computer, she heard the sound of a vehicle. The army was here. They would usually scavenge for supplies. Food, spare parts, gasoline, and the like. That was their way of living their life. This was her unlife. Ash looked out at the room she made. A bed (she didn't need to rest, but it felt unnatural for her room to be missing one), a mini-fridge (filled with choice cuts from the local supermarket, and a few from unlucky passers-by. The meat had already went bad by human definitions, but she kept it around. Eating helped stave off the worst effects of being a zombie.), and a computer that was already in this room. A first aid kit, stuffed to the brim with bandages (her choice of clothing today), sat beside the computer. The windows were boarded, and the door was barred. Someone else was here earlier, but she shot herself. Ash just took over. With a grin that showed bits of meat stuck between her teeth, she clicked on Reddit. There were certainly less users, but it was still active nonetheless. Even if humanity would still shoot to kill her at first sight, she still wanted company of some sort.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Three years ago "How is he doing, Mom?" She spoke through a cellphone. Her eyes were looking at the things that were going around her. The soldiers passing by, their faces and whatever they were doing. Her free hand was fiddling with the buttons on her navy green jacket. She listened at the voice on the other side of the line. "He's doing better..." A voice of an older woman sounded. "That doesn't sound very promising." Rose said and sighed, leaning back against the wall of a hallway. "Has he said anything?" - "No, he's seeing a therapist, because he's having a lot of nightmares". The woman spoke. "Tell Daniel I said Hi, okay?" Rose asked her mother. Daniel was her older brother. He was 5 years older than her, and he joined the US army before she did. But he got in an accident a few months back and lost his leg. He was in Afghanistan, and so far Rose heard, they were attacked. His brother was close by a grenade when someone threw it and it went off. He lost his leg and was sent back home. It was busy at the military base here. People were always busy, some soldiers had just gotten back from a mission or a practice. Rose stayed here when her brother was sent back home. Even though her mother wanted her back, she felt she needed to be here. Rose felt she had a purpose here, serving her country. "I have to go. We have to check out some things going on in Michigan". Rose spoke through the phone. "Oh honey, be careful. Have you been following the news?" - "Yes, I have mom. Don't worry. It's probably nothing to worry about." Rose said. But she had no idea what was going on or what to expect. She pushed herself off the wall and ended the conversation with her mother and left with a group for Michigan. Modern Days What she saw 3 years ago in Michigan wasn't something to not worry about. It wasn't something that would be easy to fix. It was a virus that was spreading more and more. It brought the dead back to live, and they were hungry. Rose wasn't exactly how or why, her mission was to get people in safety. She and other soldiers had been busy finding survivors and fighting off zombies for 3 years now. They were losing people almost on a daily basis. It was sad, but they didn't really had a choice. Rose didn't really else had a choice. The army offered them food and in return they would do as they were told. People said hell was full, and that's why the dead were coming back alive. Or that it was humanity's own fault. If we did believe in God and lived according the bible, this would never have happened. Most people didn't know what was trying to kill them, so they just made up lies... "We're almost there!" A voice yelled at a group of 6 soldiers. Rose was one of them. "We'll be back in exactly 3 hours!" The man who was flying the helicopter mentioned. Rose got her helmet and put it over her short brown hair. In the military long hair wasn't ideal. She felt the helicopter going down and eventually landing on a big intersection, in the middle of a small highway. Rose and the other soldiers jumped out, holding their rifles, running away from the helicopter, and off to a place where they couldn't be seen by others so they had a moment to discuss how they were going to this. "Clear!" Rose said out loud after they had entered a small store. Bart, another soldier closed the blinds, and used two fingers to peek between the blinds. So far, there were no zombies to be seen. "How are we going to do this?" Bart said in a heavy voice. The reason they were there because someone had called for help through a radio. They said they were in this city, hiding in a mall. Rose took out a big city map. And pointed at a red circle drawn on the map. "The mall is here. We are here" She pointed to a small spot on the map. "It's about 2.5 kilometers away." She said, and looked at the 4 male soldiers, who were listening. Rose looked down on the map, and her fingers moved over the map. "This is the shortest road. And probably the safest road too" She spoke quickly, and put the map back in her pocket, before she turned to a blond soldier. "I've talked it through with Mason, he leads the way". Mason nodded, and they left the abounded store. It was halfway their trip when they were attacked by a big group of zombies. They were only with the 6 of them, and there were just too many zombies. Shots were fired and heads were bashed in. It looked like there was no way out and they weren't going to make it. Bart was the one who sacrificed himself. He managed to get the zombies attention and pulled the trigger from a grenade when Rose and the others were far enough not to get hit by it. The soldiers kept on running, until they were safe. "Rose..." Mason said. "You're bitten". Rose her heart skipped a beat and she got this feeling of desperation in her stomach. She looked at her body, to see where she was bitten. With the adrenaline rushing through her body during the zombie attack, she hadn't noticed that one got to her. It was a big bite on her upper arm. "F*ck" Rose cursed. She knew what this meant. She couldn't go any further with the guys. "Well, go on already. I'll be fine. I promise" Her right hand covered the wound on her left arm. She watched the guys leave, and she was all on her own now. Rose knew she wasn't going to make it on her own here.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash grabbed a pistol in her claws. It was more for threatening the living at this stage, and maybe a few potshots at the other intelligent dead. The army seemed a bit more proactive in her sector today. If they broke down the door, she'd return fire. A grenade explosion rocked the building slightly, and Ash frowned. They were messing up her building. With a tired sigh, she plucked off the boards on her door with her bare claws. (Claws can work like a hammer in a pinch.) She plucked off a kevlar vest from the bed (courtesy of a few of the undead soldiers) and moved out. She used the vest as a shield against her head, holding her pistol in the direction of the little gunshots of a pistol. It must have been an individual soldier, or a survivor, or the rest were sticking to melee weapons. Sticking behind the reanimated corpse of a young woman wearing a female business suit, she slowly edged her way to the source of the gunshot noises. A young woman, looking like a soldier with the mishmash of body armour she wore, sat in a corner. Her right hand grasped tightly onto what looked like a wound on her other arm, while her left hand held a pistol. A few zombies fell as she fired at them. Ash counted the shots. When the second-to-last bullet fired, there was just the zombie left that she took cover behind. Well, Ash was a zombie, but a nice one. "Save your bullet." Grabbing the zombie woman, Ash tripped her to the floor and smashed her head in. Holding the kevlar vest to her head, Ash peeked behind it to see the soldier she had temporarily rescued. A black-haired, caucasian woman. Too young to die, but here she was, infected. Ash was infected once, but she got lucky. "Don't shoot," stated Ash.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Rose fired again, but this time she missed. It took her a moment to realize that she just fired her last shot. But Rose didn't lower her gun yet. Maybe whoever was talking to her wouldn't know and keep a save distance. Zombies didn't talk right? They wouldn't back down for a gun, unless it went through their head. Rose was looking at the thing that was holding the kevlar vest to her head. Her hand was shaky, but the gun still aimed to whoever was talking. Blood was dropping down on the floor and she knew that would only lure more zombies towards her. She needed to get out of here if she wanted to stay alive for a few extra hours. "Too late." Rose said. Rose was starting to become a bit light headed from the blood loss. It wasn't a small wound and she didn't had time to take a look at it and find some bandages. Thinking about that, she realized that bandaging her wound had little to no use. She was going to die anyway and come back as a zombie. She couldn't shoot a bullet through her head any more, because she wasted her last bullet. There were still a few options left: throw herself off a high building, have someone else bash her head in. Rose could be creative, maybe she would even see the fun in it soon? "Who are you?" Rose asked in a demanding tone. "Lower that stupid vest" She wanted to see who she was talking to and how that person looked like. From what she could see, Rose wasn't sure what she was talking to and she was dying to know.</s>	<\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash lowered the vest. She mentally prepared to dodge, even though she was pretty sure that the bullet would hit her before the sound reached her ears. Her grey hair, her slightly bloodshot eyes, and her slightly pale skin would have told the soldier everything, unless she was beginning to see things. "I'm Ash. And you're bitten," groaned Ash. Apparently, the woman spent her last bullet trying to shoot her. And unless she fancied death by a crowbar, she would probably have to give her a bullet of her own. If the soldier didn't question Ash's appearance, she herself was going to bring it up. "Do you want... bandages? Painkillers? There's still some around here," asked Ash, a little tentatively.</s>
<\|description\|>Ash (last name unknown) Age: 18 (undead for 3 years since the infection) Appearance: Ash is 1.78 metres tall. Backstory: A student who recently graduated high school and was considering her college applications, she ignored the rumours floating about on the internet about a new rabies virus. Ignorance was no cure, however, for the infection, and Ash was one of the many names that died or turned into the undead on the first day. The virus mutated inside her, eventually turning her hands and feet into claws. One day, she eventually realised that she was topless (her shirt was either torn off or slowly decayed to the ravages of time) and used a spare roll of bandages to cover herself up. Her mind slowly returned, and from outright hostility and hunger for the living, it become curiosity. She would watch, safely hidden, as soldiers and other survivors raided former living areas for food and supplies. 3 years later, Ash knows how to speak, read and write English, even if she finds hardly anyone intelligent to talk to.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Rose fired again, but this time she missed. It took her a moment to realize that she just fired her last shot. But Rose didn't lower her gun yet. Maybe whoever was talking to her wouldn't know and keep a save distance. Zombies didn't talk right? They wouldn't back down for a gun, unless it went through their head. Rose was looking at the thing that was holding the kevlar vest to her head. Her hand was shaky, but the gun still aimed to whoever was talking. Blood was dropping down on the floor and she knew that would only lure more zombies towards her. She needed to get out of here if she wanted to stay alive for a few extra hours. "Too late." Rose said. Rose was starting to become a bit light headed from the blood loss. It wasn't a small wound and she didn't had time to take a look at it and find some bandages. Thinking about that, she realized that bandaging her wound had little to no use. She was going to die anyway and come back as a zombie. She couldn't shoot a bullet through her head any more, because she wasted her last bullet. There were still a few options left: throw herself off a high building, have someone else bash her head in. Rose could be creative, maybe she would even see the fun in it soon? "Who are you?" Rose asked in a demanding tone. "Lower that stupid vest" She wanted to see who she was talking to and how that person looked like. From what she could see, Rose wasn't sure what she was talking to and she was dying to know.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash lowered the vest. She mentally prepared to dodge, even though she was pretty sure that the bullet would hit her before the sound reached her ears. Her grey hair, her slightly bloodshot eyes, and her slightly pale skin would have told the soldier everything, unless she was beginning to see things. "I'm Ash. And you're bitten," groaned Ash. Apparently, the woman spent her last bullet trying to shoot her. And unless she fancied death by a crowbar, she would probably have to give her a bullet of her own. If the soldier didn't question Ash's appearance, she herself was going to bring it up. "Do you want... bandages? Painkillers? There's still some around here," asked Ash, a little tentatively.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Like she didn't know that she was bitten yet. "Yes, thank you, captain obvious." Rose snarled. "I didn't know that." Her tone was sarcastic and angry. She was angry because she was bitten and it felt like she had failed. She failed her group and the people she wanted to help. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped whatever she was doing when Ash lowered her vest. "What the..." Her big brown eyes looked at the claws, the bloodshot eyes and the pale skin. Rose hadn't noticed the claws before, even though those big claws couldn't be missed when it held that vest. Did a zombie just talk? No, that as impossible, but the talking wasn't the only thing that scared her. Rose blinked with her eyes a few times. No, this wasn't a dream, because it all looked very real. Maybe she was hallucinating? Did the virus work so fast through her body? She had no idea how this virus exactly worked and she didn't care either. It made people die and come back alive. The only thing she needed to know was how to kill them, but she already figured that out 3 years ago. "I must be hallucinating." Rose said. Rubbing her eyes with her left hand, she groaned from the pain when she moved her left arm. "Because zombies don't talk." She shook her head, her hand still covering her face. "Zombies don't talk, zombies don't talk." She repeated to herself, not listening to Ash's last question any more. Rose thought she was going crazy. Her right hand was shaking as she put the gun back in the holster on her belt. It was empty, she couldn't use it anyway. She slowly moved her hand away from her face, but the talking zombie was still there. Rose looked at it with big eyes and her mouth open from shock. "I'm hallucinating."</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash guessed that resentful, sardonic tone, came from an infected person. But the soldier's tone when she saw her face, and perhaps refocused her eyes. Ash herself didn't know how the infection progressed in someone who got a minor bite. If the soldier didn't trust her own eyes, how could she communicate? "Well, I'm not sure how to re-assure you..." Ash sat down besides Rose, and placed her hand on her shoulder. "But I'm talking. I'm not sure if the bites cause hallucinations, but I'm here, and talking to you." She wondered what else to say, hopefully to take Rose off her bite wound. "Oh right! What's going on out there? And what's your name?"</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Her eyes almost rolled out of her head when she sat down next to her. When the zombie also laid a hand on her shoulder, Rose got scared and tried to stand up quickly and walk away in a defensive mode. Instead, she sort of fell over, landed on both her arms and crawled away from the zombie. "Don't touch me! Zombies don't talk!" Rose tried to stand up, her knees were trembling and her forehead was sweaty. She took her helmet off her head and threw it at the zombie, frustrated because she was getting sicker. "Zombies don't ask for my name." Rose mumbled, unbuttoning her jacket, because she was sweating like crazy. "Zombies eat meat, human meat, animal meat, whatever kind of meat! They are... Brain dead!" "Right?" She took a deep breath and made an attempt to calm herself down. She was bitten, she was dying and there is a talking zombie... "I need to warn the army..." Rose said and she sounded determined. Her eyes stared at the talking zombie. "I have to go." She turned around and made a few steps into a random direction until she stopped and realized she could never walk to the army.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) The soldier was getting creepier now. Did people start acting this weird after a bite, Ash wondered. Perhaps becoming a mindless zombie was a nice respite after all this crazy panicked thrashing. Ash shook her head, and looked off to the side. She did a double-take as another walking corpse stumbled into view. Uncomfortably close to Rose. Raising her pistol up, she fired a shot, taking out the zombie in a headshot. "The army's a day away of walking, even if you take the open streets, miss," said Ash, shaking her head. "You're not going to make it." With a sigh, she decided to lie. Well, twist the truth. She was technically a zombie, but zombies didn't talk. Zombies don't ask for names. They were brain dead. All this she was not. "And I'm not all of that. I'm not a zombie either. Take a bloody seat before someone tries to eat your face off!" shouted Ash.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins "Then why do you look like a zombie?" Rose asked. "It's not Halloween yet." She avoided to look Ash in the face. The shot made her jump up a little. She was so scared, and she didn't expect a zombie to shoot a gun either. She sat down against the wall where she sat down earlier and closed her eyes for a moment, just to take in everything that had just happened. "I suppose I can't borrow your gun to shoot myself in the head?" Rose asked the zombie. She opened her eyes to look at the wound on her arm. It looked nastier than she expected and she had lost a lot of blood. She was sure she could see some bone too. If she didn't do anything about it, the wound would become infected. But she was going to die anyway, so she decided not to do anything about the wound. "If you're not a zombie. Then what are you?" Rose asked looking away from her wound, back to the talking zombie.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash blinked at the request. She expected it, but it was harder to hear it than to imagine it. "Y-yeah, you can. If you want." What was Ash, anyway? She didn't have a pulse, and her body didn't feel pain. She just shrugged. "I'm Ash, someone who just lives here. Do you have a name, or did they start referring soldiers by ID number when the world went to shit?" She recalled... being bitten. A long time ago. But she didn't know when she specifically became less of a zombie, and more like herself. "I was bitten a long time ago, I think. Maybe I got lucky." Ash shrugged, and toyed with her gun. As long as she didn't point it in her face, it was safe enough.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins "I don't remember my ID number at the moment." Rose answered. "My name is Rose." She introduced herself. "And I'm bitten a while ago." Rose said with a sigh. This zombie got lucky, but was still bitten? That was weird. Was that even possible? "Do you remember anything from the bite and after it?" Rose asked. She wasn't sure if she wanted to live the rest of her life like a zombie. But at least she couldn't get bitten twice. "When the world went to shit, we pretty much lost our lives, just like everyone else." Rose said. The military was the only place they felt save and they could call home. It wasn't really home... It was a mess, a chaotic place with lots of blood and bodies of dead soldiers. Everyone was running around like crazy. There was always so much to do, so many missions. But never enough people, never enough guns or ammunition and sometimes not enough food. But they had a bed and a roof above their head at the base. "But instead of running away, we risked our lives for humans." Rose spoke quietly. "Not that some humans were worth it." Rose said and looked up at Ash the talking zombie. "What about those claws?" Rose asked. "is that a side effect of being a talking zombie?" Rose asked.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash smiled at Rose. At least the woman introduced herself. Given the circumstances, though, she had the right to be upset. "I don't remember a lot of things. I don't even remember my last name. I'm not even sure how I came to be like this." Ash looked at her claws, as Rose recalled the circumstances of humanity. It certainly went to shit out there. Ash might have even considered herself lucky, in the circumstances. There was lots of food in the places that were overrun. Ash only recalled a specific moment when she regained consciousness, or rather, awareness. The circumstances weren't pleasant, and she preferred not to think about it. "I think it's a side effect. And I prefer another word. Zombies are for those mindless, stumbling ones. I'm a..." Ash pondered. She hadn't come up with a name. "Hunter." Like the Special Infected guy in Left 4 Dead.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins "A hunter?" Rose asked curious. What kind of name for a mutated zombie was that? "Okay, then what are you hunting?" Rose asked curious. "Meat? Humans?" Rose continued to ask Ash. It looked like she spoke the truth. But it was still weird how she looked like and talked at the same time. She looked like a zombie, but she spoke? It was probably a mutation of the virus, or perhaps her body handled it differently? Rose had no clue, and it wouldn't take long before she would turn in a brainless, meat eating monster. The sun was slowly going to down in the sky, towards the horizon. "So, you eat human meat too?" Rose asked before she let out a soft groan, trying to stand up. "I assume I won't go after you after I turn." Rose spoke and managed to get on both her feet. Her arm was hurting so much now that the adrenaline was leaving her body. "Are there more like you?" The soldier asked and looked at Ash. The sun was shining in Rose her face, and you could see the sweat on her forehead and her hair was wet. a terrible fever was the side effect of the virus, before someone would turn. Rose saw black spots in her vision and she felt dizzy after she stood up. She had lost too much blood. If she wasn't going to die from the fever and the virus, she would die from the big amount of blood she lost. So she took off her jacket, since she was burning up anyway, and tried to wrap it around the wounded arm with one arm.</s>	<\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) "It's a self-made name. Well..." Ash sighed. Her life wasn't exactly pretty. She occasionally dealt with thugs who saw themselves as the Last-Man-on-Earth. She rarely took the initiative to end them, but when they got overwhelmed, Ash dealt the finishing blow just so that they would not turn. The meat kept that way. "I hunt for food." She scratched her head, trying to find a way in her mind that made it sound less grim. "From reasonable sources. I mean, I don't kill anyone who isn't already going to die, and I have a reasonable expectation of who's going to live or die." Ash shrugged, giving Rose a look of that pretty much meant 'perhaps, but probably not'. "I'd be a treat for any living scientists who's looking for a cure, but I'm guessing they'll consider me legally dead and dissect me." She knew of others that were like her, but in different ways. Some of the zombies were intelligent, but not on a 'conversational basis'. They knew how humans worked, and targeted them in clever and cunning ways. They were like animalistic hunters looking for prey. "There are. But they're dicks." Ash felt a little crestfallen when she saw Rose manage her wound. The soldier would probably die of blood loss first before the infection got her. "Do you think you can contact your relatives, or friends?"</s>
<\|description\|>Rose Thompkins Age: 24 Appearance: 1.67 Rose grew up in New Orleans with both her parents and an older brother. She had a normal childhood, went to school and got good grades. After high school she went to college. But it took her a a few months to figure out that college wasn't her thing. Rose didn't felt at place there. And even though her parents didn't want her to, she dropped out of college to start working as a waitress, in hopes she would figure out what to do with her life. A year later she decided to join her brother in the US military. Her brother lost his leg in Afghanistan and went back home a couple of weeks after she joined the military, but Rose stayed. After that the virus spread through the US and the US military helped out as much as they could. Now, three years later, the military is growing smaller and smaller.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Three years ago "How is he doing, Mom?" She spoke through a cellphone. Her eyes were looking at the things that were going around her. The soldiers passing by, their faces and whatever they were doing. Her free hand was fiddling with the buttons on her navy green jacket. She listened at the voice on the other side of the line. "He's doing better..." A voice of an older woman sounded. "That doesn't sound very promising." Rose said and sighed, leaning back against the wall of a hallway. "Has he said anything?" - "No, he's seeing a therapist, because he's having a lot of nightmares". The woman spoke. "Tell Daniel I said Hi, okay?" Rose asked her mother. Daniel was her older brother. He was 5 years older than her, and he joined the US army before she did. But he got in an accident a few months back and lost his leg. He was in Afghanistan, and so far Rose heard, they were attacked. His brother was close by a grenade when someone threw it and it went off. He lost his leg and was sent back home. It was busy at the military base here. People were always busy, some soldiers had just gotten back from a mission or a practice. Rose stayed here when her brother was sent back home. Even though her mother wanted her back, she felt she needed to be here. Rose felt she had a purpose here, serving her country. "I have to go. We have to check out some things going on in Michigan". Rose spoke through the phone. "Oh honey, be careful. Have you been following the news?" - "Yes, I have mom. Don't worry. It's probably nothing to worry about." Rose said. But she had no idea what was going on or what to expect. She pushed herself off the wall and ended the conversation with her mother and left with a group for Michigan. Modern Days What she saw 3 years ago in Michigan wasn't something to not worry about. It wasn't something that would be easy to fix. It was a virus that was spreading more and more. It brought the dead back to live, and they were hungry. Rose wasn't exactly how or why, her mission was to get people in safety. She and other soldiers had been busy finding survivors and fighting off zombies for 3 years now. They were losing people almost on a daily basis. It was sad, but they didn't really had a choice. Rose didn't really else had a choice. The army offered them food and in return they would do as they were told. People said hell was full, and that's why the dead were coming back alive. Or that it was humanity's own fault. If we did believe in God and lived according the bible, this would never have happened. Most people didn't know what was trying to kill them, so they just made up lies... "We're almost there!" A voice yelled at a group of 6 soldiers. Rose was one of them. "We'll be back in exactly 3 hours!" The man who was flying the helicopter mentioned. Rose got her helmet and put it over her short brown hair. In the military long hair wasn't ideal. She felt the helicopter going down and eventually landing on a big intersection, in the middle of a small highway. Rose and the other soldiers jumped out, holding their rifles, running away from the helicopter, and off to a place where they couldn't be seen by others so they had a moment to discuss how they were going to this. "Clear!" Rose said out loud after they had entered a small store. Bart, another soldier closed the blinds, and used two fingers to peek between the blinds. So far, there were no zombies to be seen. "How are we going to do this?" Bart said in a heavy voice. The reason they were there because someone had called for help through a radio. They said they were in this city, hiding in a mall. Rose took out a big city map. And pointed at a red circle drawn on the map. "The mall is here. We are here" She pointed to a small spot on the map. "It's about 2.5 kilometers away." She said, and looked at the 4 male soldiers, who were listening. Rose looked down on the map, and her fingers moved over the map. "This is the shortest road. And probably the safest road too" She spoke quickly, and put the map back in her pocket, before she turned to a blond soldier. "I've talked it through with Mason, he leads the way". Mason nodded, and they left the abounded store. It was halfway their trip when they were attacked by a big group of zombies. They were only with the 6 of them, and there were just too many zombies. Shots were fired and heads were bashed in. It looked like there was no way out and they weren't going to make it. Bart was the one who sacrificed himself. He managed to get the zombies attention and pulled the trigger from a grenade when Rose and the others were far enough not to get hit by it. The soldiers kept on running, until they were safe. "Rose..." Mason said. "You're bitten". Rose her heart skipped a beat and she got this feeling of desperation in her stomach. She looked at her body, to see where she was bitten. With the adrenaline rushing through her body during the zombie attack, she hadn't noticed that one got to her. It was a big bite on her upper arm. "F*ck" Rose cursed. She knew what this meant. She couldn't go any further with the guys. "Well, go on already. I'll be fine. I promise" Her right hand covered the wound on her left arm. She watched the guys leave, and she was all on her own now. Rose knew she wasn't going to make it on her own here.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash grabbed a pistol in her claws. It was more for threatening the living at this stage, and maybe a few potshots at the other intelligent dead. The army seemed a bit more proactive in her sector today. If they broke down the door, she'd return fire. A grenade explosion rocked the building slightly, and Ash frowned. They were messing up her building. With a tired sigh, she plucked off the boards on her door with her bare claws. (Claws can work like a hammer in a pinch.) She plucked off a kevlar vest from the bed (courtesy of a few of the undead soldiers) and moved out. She used the vest as a shield against her head, holding her pistol in the direction of the little gunshots of a pistol. It must have been an individual soldier, or a survivor, or the rest were sticking to melee weapons. Sticking behind the reanimated corpse of a young woman wearing a female business suit, she slowly edged her way to the source of the gunshot noises. A young woman, looking like a soldier with the mishmash of body armour she wore, sat in a corner. Her right hand grasped tightly onto what looked like a wound on her other arm, while her left hand held a pistol. A few zombies fell as she fired at them. Ash counted the shots. When the second-to-last bullet fired, there was just the zombie left that she took cover behind. Well, Ash was a zombie, but a nice one. "Save your bullet." Grabbing the zombie woman, Ash tripped her to the floor and smashed her head in. Holding the kevlar vest to her head, Ash peeked behind it to see the soldier she had temporarily rescued. A black-haired, caucasian woman. Too young to die, but here she was, infected. Ash was infected once, but she got lucky. "Don't shoot," stated Ash.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Rose fired again, but this time she missed. It took her a moment to realize that she just fired her last shot. But Rose didn't lower her gun yet. Maybe whoever was talking to her wouldn't know and keep a save distance. Zombies didn't talk right? They wouldn't back down for a gun, unless it went through their head. Rose was looking at the thing that was holding the kevlar vest to her head. Her hand was shaky, but the gun still aimed to whoever was talking. Blood was dropping down on the floor and she knew that would only lure more zombies towards her. She needed to get out of here if she wanted to stay alive for a few extra hours. "Too late." Rose said. Rose was starting to become a bit light headed from the blood loss. It wasn't a small wound and she didn't had time to take a look at it and find some bandages. Thinking about that, she realized that bandaging her wound had little to no use. She was going to die anyway and come back as a zombie. She couldn't shoot a bullet through her head any more, because she wasted her last bullet. There were still a few options left: throw herself off a high building, have someone else bash her head in. Rose could be creative, maybe she would even see the fun in it soon? "Who are you?" Rose asked in a demanding tone. "Lower that stupid vest" She wanted to see who she was talking to and how that person looked like. From what she could see, Rose wasn't sure what she was talking to and she was dying to know.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash lowered the vest. She mentally prepared to dodge, even though she was pretty sure that the bullet would hit her before the sound reached her ears. Her grey hair, her slightly bloodshot eyes, and her slightly pale skin would have told the soldier everything, unless she was beginning to see things. "I'm Ash. And you're bitten," groaned Ash. Apparently, the woman spent her last bullet trying to shoot her. And unless she fancied death by a crowbar, she would probably have to give her a bullet of her own. If the soldier didn't question Ash's appearance, she herself was going to bring it up. "Do you want... bandages? Painkillers? There's still some around here," asked Ash, a little tentatively.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Like she didn't know that she was bitten yet. "Yes, thank you, captain obvious." Rose snarled. "I didn't know that." Her tone was sarcastic and angry. She was angry because she was bitten and it felt like she had failed. She failed her group and the people she wanted to help. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped whatever she was doing when Ash lowered her vest. "What the..." Her big brown eyes looked at the claws, the bloodshot eyes and the pale skin. Rose hadn't noticed the claws before, even though those big claws couldn't be missed when it held that vest. Did a zombie just talk? No, that as impossible, but the talking wasn't the only thing that scared her. Rose blinked with her eyes a few times. No, this wasn't a dream, because it all looked very real. Maybe she was hallucinating? Did the virus work so fast through her body? She had no idea how this virus exactly worked and she didn't care either. It made people die and come back alive. The only thing she needed to know was how to kill them, but she already figured that out 3 years ago. "I must be hallucinating." Rose said. Rubbing her eyes with her left hand, she groaned from the pain when she moved her left arm. "Because zombies don't talk." She shook her head, her hand still covering her face. "Zombies don't talk, zombies don't talk." She repeated to herself, not listening to Ash's last question any more. Rose thought she was going crazy. Her right hand was shaking as she put the gun back in the holster on her belt. It was empty, she couldn't use it anyway. She slowly moved her hand away from her face, but the talking zombie was still there. Rose looked at it with big eyes and her mouth open from shock. "I'm hallucinating."</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash guessed that resentful, sardonic tone, came from an infected person. But the soldier's tone when she saw her face, and perhaps refocused her eyes. Ash herself didn't know how the infection progressed in someone who got a minor bite. If the soldier didn't trust her own eyes, how could she communicate? "Well, I'm not sure how to re-assure you..." Ash sat down besides Rose, and placed her hand on her shoulder. "But I'm talking. I'm not sure if the bites cause hallucinations, but I'm here, and talking to you." She wondered what else to say, hopefully to take Rose off her bite wound. "Oh right! What's going on out there? And what's your name?"</s>	<\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Her eyes almost rolled out of her head when she sat down next to her. When the zombie also laid a hand on her shoulder, Rose got scared and tried to stand up quickly and walk away in a defensive mode. Instead, she sort of fell over, landed on both her arms and crawled away from the zombie. "Don't touch me! Zombies don't talk!" Rose tried to stand up, her knees were trembling and her forehead was sweaty. She took her helmet off her head and threw it at the zombie, frustrated because she was getting sicker. "Zombies don't ask for my name." Rose mumbled, unbuttoning her jacket, because she was sweating like crazy. "Zombies eat meat, human meat, animal meat, whatever kind of meat! They are... Brain dead!" "Right?" She took a deep breath and made an attempt to calm herself down. She was bitten, she was dying and there is a talking zombie... "I need to warn the army..." Rose said and she sounded determined. Her eyes stared at the talking zombie. "I have to go." She turned around and made a few steps into a random direction until she stopped and realized she could never walk to the army.</s>
<\|description\|>Nara, Shikashi Nara, Shikashi – Hikari Burokka Nickname/Alias: Hikari Burokka (Light Blocker) Gender: Male Age: 17 Age Appearance: 19 Sexuality: Bisexual Birthplace: Nara Compound, Land of Fire Clan/Kekkei Genkai (or hiden): Shadow Manipulation Rank: A (Jounin) Position: Speculated Heir Chakra Nature: Yin Release Additional Appearance Details: Shikashi is around 6'2" and weighs 150 pounds. History: Nara Shikayo is the brother of Nara Shikaro, the head of the Nara clan. Shikayo had a deep rivalry with his brother, Shikaro, and they both catered to their father's every whim in order to become clan head; in the end, Shikaro won. Shikayo fell in love with a simple girl who lived in a nearby village and went by the name of Kawaguchi Hana. They married soon after meeting and were eager to start a family. When Hana was pregnant, they were overjoyed, but it also furthered Shikayo's hatred of his brother, knowing that his son would most likely not inherit the Head of the clan. A month after Shikayo's son, Shikashi, was born, Sora had given the news that she was pregnant. On May 27th, Shikako was born in the Nara Compound to Shikaro and Sora. Growing up, Shikashi and Shikako were continuously pitted against each other due to their fathers' rivalry. Shikaro and Shikayo attempted to raise their children to be the best of the clan's kids, prodigies. Despite their dislike, however, Shikashi and Shikako were close and could be considered best friends. It became clear that Shikako had a penchant for the medicine that the Nara clan made when she was five. Shikayo, angry at Shikako's success, began to increase Shikashi's lessons and even taught him advanced jutsu before his time. Because of his father's harshness, Shikashi developed jealousy of Shikako and their friendship was broken. Around the time that the children were supposed to learn the shinobi arts more extensively, it was discovered that Shikako lacked severely in chakra control and could only perform the weakest form of Nara's renowned shadow techniques. Shikako then began to envy Shikashi who was extraordinary in chakra control and strategies. With Shikashi's promise, many of the clan thought that Shikashi should become clan head instead of Shikako. The moment that Shikako heard of this from her father was the moment that marked Shikashi's and Shikako's inherited rivalry. Shikashi quickly rose in ranks and, within no time, became a jounin. His father was proud and with the speculation that Shikashi should be the one to become Head of the Clan, everything seemed to be going well for him. However, Shikashi continues to hold animosity towards Shikako despite having everything and she having nothing. It confuses him to no end, but the truth of the matter is: her dad loves her more than his dad loves him. And it bothers him greatly. Shikayo sees Shikashi as just another tool to have sway in the Nara Clan and with his father rising high in the political rankings, he doesn't have time for Shikashi anymore. Not to mention that most people his age feel daunted to talk to him and so he feels all alone. Instead of reconciling with his long-lost cousin, he continues to bury himself a ditch of hatred, insecurity, and fear. Personality: Shikashi is neither serious nor much of a joker. He isn't quiet nor is he that talkative. One thing can be said about Shikashi, though: his arrogance knows no bounds. Of course, due to deep issues pulsing through his memories, the arrogance is more of a front than anything, but he does fall victim to his own lies. He has told himself that he is the best so many times, has told others that he is the best so many times, that he believes it…unless it is late at night and he can't sleep. Shikashi is well-mannered unless it comes to his cousin, and when she is around, he will let his tongue whip out like a sword, cutting Shikako with his words. Shikashi is an easily jealous fellow and hates it when others occupy the time of people precious to him: i.e. his dad. The Nara genius does have his good points though: mainly, he is focused and determined to do his best when on a mission and always looks after his teammates. Base Weapons & Items: X explosive tags. X smoke bombs. X kunai X shuriken X wire Specialized Weapons & Items: N/A Special Traits Fast Good chakra control Knowledgeable Name of Kekkei Genkai/Hiden/Kekkei Tota: Shadow Manipulation Clan: Nara Description: The use of the shadows to paralyze, control, or kill the target. ========================================= Techniques: Canon Jutsu Kageshibari no Jutsu: The use of the user's shadow which stresses across any surface, even water, and attaches itself to the shadow of the target; from there on the target is paralyzed and imitates the user's movements. However, it uses up chakra, demands chakra control, and is limited on a certain distance depending on the user's limits. Kagezukami no Jutsu: The user materializes their shadow and increases its power, becoming like steel. The user then captures the target's shadow and forcibly moves them about. The techniques strength is proportionate to the chakra put into it. Kage Nui no Jutsu: Uses materialized shadows to attack and bind. The user changes the shape of their shadow into several sharp needles and controls each separately. They can then attack several targets simultaneously and at the same time snatch away their ability to move by sewing them stuck with the shadow threads. Kageyose no Jutsu: This technique takes the user's own shadow and transforms and stretches it into countless thin tentacles, which are then used to grab objects and pull them in. Kage-Kubishibari no Jutsu:The shadows are given physical power and then are used to attack body parts by turning the shadow slender and to bind the opponent's body in order to restrain them. It is commonly used for strangulation. The smaller the distance, the greater the power. It should be used quickly as it costs a lot of chakra. ====================</s> <\|message\|>Kao Dorobo Kao Dorobo Land of Fire - Just outside Nara Compound - Morning Kao watched curiously from outside the compound, sitting upon a tree he climbed. He saw two people fighting, and an oddity happening with their shadows. After the weird thing with shadows the two mimicked each other perfectly. It was bizarre to see, and even weirder to see two others appear and act like the shadows acting as they did was normal. Though the two new appearances split the original two, "Maybe they were fighting, why would they be fighting? This place isn't anything some kind of arena is it...? I guess theres only one way to find out." Kao thought to himself hopping out of the tree. Quickly he ran towards this place he had come upon. Going straight to what seemed to be the entrance, "HELLO IN THERE.... WHAT IS THIS PLACE?" He waited for a short time, hopping someone opened up or at least answer him, he didn't want to intrude... but oh well if no one answers its not his fault.</s> <\|message\|>Hato Uchiha (鳩うちは) Hato Uchiha. Uchiha Compound - Night He glanced over his shoulder at Yuen than returned his gaze to the sky with a sigh. "Yea," he agreed softly. "Come with me, I'll take you there." His dash earlier was slower now, steady. Yuen and himself had solved the issue before them and now they had only Rin to worry about. Poor kid, the child was only trying to stop his father from shedding blood. It was admirable, especially for one so young. With a quick action, he scratched a sudden itch in his head and let the arm drop back to his side. "Did it take you from anything important?" he asked out of the blue, remembering that Yuen was following behind him. The trail back to the tree was laid out before them now, his cloak billowed as he crept over a gravelly incline, allowing the wind providence over his clothing. He eye'd the future kunoichi with a type of ease that he had everyone else. She was young but powerful, sweat dotted her clothing that couldn't have come from the skirmish, so he figured she was training earlier; which spoke volumes. "The fight that is."</s>	<\|message\|>Nara, Shikashi Nara, Shikako Land of Fire - Tea Room, Nara Compound, Morning "Shikamoe was murdered last night." Shikako felt her heart break under her chest and her fingers twitched against her thigh. "Oh." Shikaro stared at her with lazy, searching eyes and she felt him digging into her soul. He was waiting for her to burst into tears or throw the table across the room. Instead, Shikako sat there in seiza, fiddling with her hands in her lap. Shikamoe was a close friend, very close, and Shikako didn't have many of those. Actually, she had none. Who wanted to be friends with deficit Nara heir? Well, a lot would, but ever since people began looking to Shikashi as the next leader, her list of friends had shrinking. Shikamoe was probably the last person who was truly her friend, if Shikako was honest with herself. Shikako has had people die in her life before; she is a shinobi, after all. However, every time was different. One time she might have thrown a fit and punch a hole through the wall and another she might have cried until her eyes were puffy and red. Both of those instances had been in different times of her life, though, and this time, this moment, was in a different time as well. In this time, Shikako was used to sorrow and disappointment. In this time, Shikako just felt numb. Emotions did not swirl in her belly and thoughts didn't devour her mind; no, all she had was the numb static sprinkled across her limps and soul. After a long moment of silence, Shikaro seemed satisfied with her reaction and nodded to himself, taking a sip of his tea. "Good, Shikako. Now, we must proceed with how we should handle this. What do you think we should do?" Shikako glanced up from her lap and into the eyes of her father, the man that once coddled her with the warmth of fire, but now seemed like a distant silhouette with the icy grips of conviviality. He acted friendly and warm at times, polite and respectful, but he was nothing more than acquaintance to her. He had been nothing more than an acquaintance since the clan discovered of her insufficient chakra control. "We question the other clans of their participation in the killing of Shikamoe while continuing an investigation." Shikako answers, picking at her nails nervously. "No, you are thinking politically. What should we do strategically?" Shikaro prompted, his tone hard and calculating. Shikako felt anxious sweat drip down her face and slip into her eyes. She had to blink multiple times to get the saltiness from her vision, lest it irritate her more. What was the right answer? If she is thinking politically, what would be the strategic answer? The Nara Clan had strong jutsu, indeed, but it didn't have as much strength as the other big competitors and only had an average amount of members, not enough to swarm. The only thing that made the Nara Clan a worthy opponent was its skill in strategy and war. If they didn't have numbers or strength, they couldn't offend the other clans or make Shikamoe's death public, now could they? "We keep quiet about it. We conduct a quiet investigation and increase security. We must remain on the defense until we discover the culprit; and when we do, we quietly and surreptitiously slaughter him in the most gruesome way we can in order to spread the message that no one messes with the Nara." Anger, pulled from deep within Shikako's gut, so deep she hadn't noticed it, rises into her voice. It wasn't the simmering rage that Shikako has felt when faced with Shikashi's taunts. Instead, it was the cold fury that freezes and freezes in one's heart, living and living until revenge is dealt. "Correct." Shikaro murmurs, leaning back and taking another gulp of his tea. He sets it down and levels his eyes with Shikako, his intense gaze burning and scorching her. "But Shikashi would have gotten it on the first time." Nara, Shikashi Land of Fire - Nara Compound, Morning Shikashi slowly stood up and crossed his arms, glancing at the newcomer with a suspicious gaze. Shikayo glances at the newcomer as well before tossing a nod to Shikashi and leaving. "This is the Nara Compound and you are intruding." Shikashi hisses, hunching his shoulders and baring his teeth. "Leave, now." Shikashi readies his chakra in case the intruder doesn't leave peacefully and his muscles tense in preparation. However, nobody would notice it unless one knew Shikashi like the back of one's hand.</s>
<\|description\|>Shishido Shiho IRL Appearance Shiho stands at 5'11'', making her quite tall in comparison to other girls. In Game Appearance In game, Shiho's height is diminished like crazy and she stand at 4'2'' In game name: Shishirou Age: 21 Gender: Female Race: Pooka Weapon of Choice: Shiho prefers to compensate her now small stature by using a katana that is about the same size as her whole body. Magic Spells: Strength Buff Magic, Defense Buff Magic, Hit Point Buff Magic, Speed Buff Magic, well, you catch the drift, no? Also, the contraries of these ones that are debuffs. Personality: Shiho, in real life, is a big otaku with little to no friends. This is mainly because she acts indifferent to others more out of shyness than actually being cold. You see, Shiho has a height complex, given that she is taller than most of the girls she knows, and also some of the boys she has gotten to know. Though not extremely, mortally shy to the point of not being able to talk, it still is hard to get her talking at first, and most of the time she will just answer with simple hand or head motions, and mentioning her height will also take that out and she'll remain silent for the rest of the time you are around her. However, once she is used to you after some minutes, an hour tops, she'll start talking nonstop, making jokes and things of the like whenever she can. In ALO, given that her complex is eliminated because of her tiny avatar, she is, oh, so very talkative and hyper that it is hard to imagine her being quiet. She also likes to change her tone of voice and quote anime or video game characters from time to time, just for the fun of it, and she will also mark you as her best friend if you ever get at least one of her references. Skills: * Katana * Metal Equipment * Battle Healing * Parry * Cooking * Sprint * Straining * Tool Appraisal * Musical Instrument - Violin</s> <\|message\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi (Double post...)</s> <\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano The boss's cry heralded its death, and the end of the boss fight. Many players cheered, but Alex was left feeling a little empty. He extracted the ridiculously sized cleaver from the rapidly disappearing flesh of the boss's now deceased form. And that was the problem, whatever he did in the game, it didn't amount to anything. Destruction ultimately amounted to a whole lot of mess, and while the mess might provide its own cathartic satisfaction, destruction didn't leave mess in Alfheim online. Therein lay the problem. A window popped up indicating the increase in his straight sword skill, leather armour, acrobatics, sprint and familiar communication skills. An increase he didn't care about. He flicked the window out of existence and it was immediately replaced by another screen, this time displaying the items he'd received. He'd received two weapons, the boss's cleaver and a… zombie arm. Yeah… The boss cleaver was quite good. Flesh render was its name. No special abilities, but better than his in every way. It can't really stab, though. Alex noted. Alex equipped it, and as expected, the giant cleaver in his hands shrunk until it was a little bigger than a normal great sword. However, a warning sign showed up. Damn, I don't have enough strength for it. Alex thought. He put it into his inventory and took a look at the zombie arm. It was called unarmed combat. "Ha ha." Alex said humourlessly. Of course they would add something like this. A zombie arm called unarmed combat. It was actually quite decent. It was a 1 handed weapon that was affected by your unarmed skill, increasing its damage by using both the unarmed and the one handed mace skills. It could turn into a powerful weapon, assuming it found the right user. So he should probably sell it or something. Alex took it out of his inventory and held it, swinging it around. It was lighter than he was used to, but it moved like a normal hand. Or at least, he thought it did. He wouldn't really know, he'd never seen a dead body before. He had some fun swinging it around, but put it back in his inventory. Unfortunately for him, the entertainment value of his new zombie arm slowly faded down, and he realised that he was kind of bored. And it would likely only get worse unless he found something he wanted to do. Alex opened up the system and began writing up a report to the game masters. He didn't really pay attention to the words, because in the end, he was practically nit-picking. That said, it deserved a report. Dear GMs. Today, we fought a boss – the one that was made up of corpses. I forgot its name. He wrote. Alex was easily bored. He didn't go to school anymore, but he didn't have any aspirations in life. He lives life to live, because that's a good thing, but he doesn't have much fun with it. At some point in time, the boss activated his dark magic, but several veteran players noted that it was earlier than usual. He continued. What made people happy in life? It was something he didn't really know. His life was good, his family was good. He had likes and dislikes, good relations. But he couldn't find something to keep him occupied. His attention shifted from thing to thing. Games, books, TV shows. Sometimes he'd stop reading a book halfway through because he knew exactly what would happen. And that was a problem. Then, at another point, the boss's AI changed. It was similar to sentience. It used a powerful knockback attack followed with a slam to kill several players at once. Then it began targeting the healers. Maybe instead of spending time in VRMMO's, he should do something productive. Like go to university, or get a job. Become a space pirate. Anything. Anything to relieve the boredom. And preferably something that'll be seen by his children, and his grandchildren. All of his descendants. Something that would be a testament to his great mediocrity for all to see. Assuming he had children, grandchildren or descendants at all. It was kind of alright in the end, but you should probably look into it. He finished. He thought for a second. Also, I don't know if it was intentional, but I picked up its cleaver and started dealing huge damage. He added. He thought for another second and erased it. That was something interesting, short-lived as it was, and he didn't want them to patch it out. At any rate, there was nothing Alex could keep doing forever. He would get bored of it really fast, and he never felt any measure of investment in something, once he'd squeezed out every last drop of fun he could get. He wanted something to keep him interested. Something refreshing, or exciting. Maybe he could learn some magic, or he could give original skills a go. The message went something like this: Alex hit the send button and stretched a little. It wasn't a big thing for him, the glitch. That said, it might be big for someone else, and that wasn't exactly a great thing. As he stopped concentrating, some conversation filtered into his attention. "You know, you can't exactly consider yourself a decent player if you're going to complain about every hit point you take. Oh yeah, and if I were administration I would probably make every boss continuously harder if too many people are able to CK it." His freshly revived spriggan party member (Kite) said. "They wouldn't make money like that, you know." Alex said idly, yawning after he said it. He noticed that the group leaders were arguing, likely about the glitch that happened. But before he could throw in his two cents, another of his party members spoke up. "What are you two complaining for? As raid group leaders, you should be more concerned about your failure to lead properly and anticipate unexpected events in a battle situation. You may have fought this boss many times, but that is no excuse to become complacent and lazy as a raid leader. A competent leader should be prepared for whatever happens and accept their own failures." Their salamander shield-bearing swordswoman said (Athena). "Now, now." Alex said. "You should remember that this is a game. Fighting the boss multiple times is a great excuse to become complacent and lazy, because games run on patterns. And besides, a game is supposed to be fair, especially an MMO. They wouldn't have something like that without telegraphing it first." Thankfully, their cat archer spoke up. "So," She (Arina) said. "We did it. What did you guys think about this?" Alex thought for a bit. It was kind of easy at the start, but then he did the jump-onto-its-head-and-stab-it-repeatedly thing, which was great. Then the boss threw his cleaver, which missed Alex by barely anything, which he also later picked up. That was also great. But as he mentioned before, the glitch was a real mood killer, and that was all he could think about for the last part of the fight, which was about as mediocre as the start. This all boiled down to one statement which he tended to use an awful lot. Alex shrugged and gave his answer. "It was alright, I guess." He replied.</s>	<\|message\|>Shishido Shiho Shishirou tried to climb the wall of corpses that was the monster, to no avail, but she was still out of its range and didn't have its aggro on her, so she at least had that going for her. She was a little confused as to what to do next. Keep hitting it with her sword just as she had done before? Try and do something innovative with her wings? Before she could reach a satisfying conclusion, the monster shouted yet again and she knew it was about to be killed. "Wah! No, wait! I want to kill it! I can't NOT kill it after quoting Shizuo like that!" It was inevitable, though. The boss was just in the brink of disappearing. Someone else had gotten the last hit bonus, but she could damn well try. With a quick thrust, she stuck her katana on the boss' flesh, just before it disappeared. "Ei!" The boss then disappeared. No last hit bonus, but at the very least, she was satisfied with the result. She walked happily to where everyone else was, thinking just how much fun it had been battling that boss. It really seemed intelligent for a bit there. Maybe it was intelligent? Oh, well, who cares? He'll respawn after a few minutes, hours perhaps, so it's not like they 'killed' something intelligent. As she approached the group that was fighting, she couldn't help but curiously see them with a baffled expression. "Um, guys? It's a GAME. Glitch or not, don't you think it was really fun? Kinda like, the glitch made it twice harder to beat than normal, no? Isn't that, like, REALLY exciting! If you don't think so..." With an slightly sarcastic smile on her face, Shishirou couldn't keep the next words in her mouth. "Then what the hell are you doing here, playing a game? Aren't these kinds of things made for this?" Then, she heard the Spriggan in her party speak up too. Well, he was right about what he was saying. "Yeah, what he said!" She said, pointing at him with a big smile on her face. She then turned back with a happy look on her face. She seemed proud of something, probably of herself. 'I was assertive, wasn't I? I know I was! Hehe!' Shishirou then walked all the way to where the others in her party were gathering, not too far from where the raid leaders were, but anyhow. She got to hear T1m and Athena, and decided to raise her opinion too, simple-minded as it was. "If they told you about every little change they did, my mail would positively be in the border of exploding anytime now. Besides, it adds to the element of surprise! Maybe we got to saw what the boss will act like in the next update 'cause of that glitch! Do you really mind it that much if the game isn't fair?" Before anymore witty comments could be made, though, Arina asked something. "Any game becomes boring if it lacks thrills! As said by a certain butler, I think the same. The boss was really fun to fight. I'd fight a glitchy boss like that anytime, any day. I'd take him with less chained corpses on, though." The chained corpses boss was several times better than her boring everyday, though. College life wasn't as exciting for her as she had heard before. The 'Party now, study later' she had heard of was a lie, like the cake. Still, given that her area of expertise was around these programming things, she too had to raise an opinion on the IA of the boss. "She is right, though.... The IA was really unusual. For a while there, it really seemed to believe that it should preserve itself, even over the users.... Not cool, man, not cool."</s>
<\|description\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano In game name: T1m Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Aleksey has messy black hair and is pale. He's fairly tall, being 5'10 and has black eyes. His in game appearance is the same, along with his armour, cat ears and tail, of course. Also has a cat which he tamed a while back that just sleeps on his head. He calls it Steven. Race: Cait Sith Weapon of Choice: Great sword Magic Spells: Tame Beast Tames beasts. Success depends on the user's level and the beast's level. Alex wants to tame a dragon one day. Cooldown: 30 seconds Summon animal companion Alex can use this spell to summon one of the beasts he has befriended with <<Tame Beast>>. Currently, his familiars are as follows: His cat Steven, Thomas the Tank Turtle and Alan the Annoying (a crow). All knicknamed by Alex. Cooldown: 60 seconds Personality: To sum it up in a few words, Alex doesn't find much fun in life. He lives and continues living, but he doesn't really find fun with it. He doesn't really have aspirations or anything either, and his life's alright. He has some measure of investment in Alfheim online, if only to see what happens in the end. He enjoys sprinting around and destroying people with his greatsword. Skills: Combat skills - Two handed straight sword - Parry - Leather equipment - First aid Other skills - Sprint - Hiding - Acrobatics - Familiar recovery - Familiar Communication</s> <\|message\|>Rhett James Arina took a slow breath as her arm drew back the string with the arrow to reach a ready position. Once she was done she waited a few seconds before opening her fingers ever so slightly and let the arrow fly. The arrow flew across the desolate ground and struck the undead horror in the head, killing it. It burst into small bright sparkles before dissipating. His comrades were swiftly taken care of as well. She just needed to strike first. It was a wondrous day really. This day had been set aside for quite some time. About two or three guilds sent some of their best troops who were in the same level range as each other to take on this dungeon instance together. Arina belonged to one of those guilds, so naturally she was going to take pride in her Guild over the others. But she wanted to expand her friends list and meet new players. Players of other races and all that jazz. Arina had been quiet through almost the entire dungeon. That's not the thing to be thinking about though. This instance was among the first of many many more to come. This one was a journey down into a crypt that was said to only have two bosses and be relatively quick to do. Their group was in the right range for numbers and they had been going through rather quickly, seeing as how most of them were new to this dungeon. Arina was, and she was having the time of her life. They had already taken out one of the bosses and now they were making the final push to the final boss room. Arina had no idea what kind of loot would be rewarded to her for finishing this dungeon. She could barely contain her excitement. Or well..she could. She had been doing that for quite some time. The group pushed on, with the clacking of weapons against armor and armor against the stone floor ringing all throughout the halls. The most experienced players were at the front of the group, leading the others. After a few more minutes of walking the group came upon a very large door and they stopped. The three most experienced players in front signaled a halt and turned around to face the group. "Well, here we are. The Final Boss door." A few cheers were heard but since most of the players here were inexperienced to this dungeon they stood quietly and listened to the man speak. Arina was among that crowd. "This boss is relatively easy, with only a few varying attack patterns. He won't be anywhere near as easy as the first boss though, so prepare yourselves." Arina nodded in agreement with him and then put her bow on her back as she had been holding it this entire time. Now one of the other players in front raised a hand to signal the attention of the mass. He was a spriggon. "The best way to combat this boss is to split up into groups of about five or six and switch off and attack in patterns. Mages try to vary yourselves around a bit as you will most likely be stationary." Next the other player in front, a female Undine, raised her hand. "Healers party up with each other to stick together and focus your healing abilities. Your skills will be boosted in groups." Then after a few seconds of silence the man in the middle raised his hand again and a smile was on his face. "Does everyone know what to do?" There was silence. "Like I said earlier," He started again, "This boss is fairly simple. We should have no problems with this one. Now, party up with your respective players and once everyone is ready we will take this boss down!" This time a loud cheer came out of the mass, what followed was quick movements all around and chattering that grew in volume. Arina had no one approach her and she stood in silence. She didn't know who to party up with! She didn't see any other archers, though there had to be some! She was a pure DPS character, she would need some balance in a group. Preferebly with a tank or two. They already had healers...the partying was just for attack groups. But still, she didn't know what to do. So she decided to walk around and see if anything would happen. Her long hair moving with her body as she walked. "Come on Arina, find a group." She muttered to herself as she continued to walk.</s> <\|message\|>Shishido Shiho With a quick slash of her sword, the undead enemy in front of her was no more. Shishirou had joined an expedition with some other guys, since it sounded like fun, though she had to join alone. She put her katana again in its sheath for the dramatic effect. If a kanji were to appear in the enemy she just slashed, it'd be the perfect badass scene, however it only disappeared into digital bits, and Shishirou sighed, before walking after the others in front of her. This was it. When Shiho, no, Shishirou, felt better, inside this game of ALO that let all of her worries slip away and makes her complex go away. She looked like a child, yes, but she was one damn happy child. She carried her katana around in her hand, and her violin in her back. It seemed odd, to see a little girl walking around wrapped in armor with a katana in her hand and with a violin strapped to her back. In fact, she changed one to the other constantly in battle, to apply buffs and whatnot with the music of her violin, and then approach and attack with her katana. Shishirou usually gathered with a group of friends in ALO, but today, they had decided to stay in that dreadful world they dare call the real life. "Blegh." She grunted. "Who needs a boyfriend anyway, when you can slay mobs." She said, in a mocking tone while she walked. Still, now that she was all left all alone without her usual group of misfits, she didn't have anyone to team up with. She was taken last time by a group who thought of her as a pet, but well, what could she say? Shishirou was a real veteran at these kinds of games, she even made more EXP than the other, and this time, they had left her out because of that. It mostly had something to do with the fact that they were colossal n00bs, but she didn't like to mock them. "Gah, they irritate me! Stupids! Who do they think they are! Grrrr!" Like a little beast, she started retorting around with irritation, until she finally gave up and sighed. "Fine, I'll just find someone else to team up with! Now, who'd be someone cool to partner up with? I don't really care 'bout balance, as long as they look cool. Uh, an Spriggan or a Cait Sith would be purrfect." She hoped to attract some interested guys with her pun, and she looked around for a reaction. Though, the only reaction she received was that of looks full of pity or that were yelling 'Who let a child into the group?' "Fine then. I hope the monster eats you aaaall up!" She said, with puffed cheeks before continuing with her search. It was going to be fruitless, so she decided to do something a bit more extreme. She found some guy, about the same height as her real self, and started climbing unto him without any warning whatsoever. "Just stay still for a moment, I'll be done right away." She said, while the guy grunted and complained. After finally arriving to his shoulders, she stood up on them. "Heeeey! Is anyone out there still looking for someone to party up with!? I'm pretty much free right now, so we can team up! Heeey! Hey!" She shouted, in an attempt to catch the attention of anyone who was still out there and without someone to party with, smiling all the while.</s>	<\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano Alex was kind of bored. The dungeon had brought a little fun, but kill one mob of undead in a room, killed them all in every room. It was very much a pattern finding game, and there was only so much they could spice it up with. The first boss had brought some flavour, but whatever flavour it brought still faded. Well, it's not like Alex had anything better to do. As the (rather large) party arrived at the final boss door, their leaders addressed them. "Well, here we are. The Final Boss door." One of them said. "Yay." Alex said cheerlessly. Alex didn't really listen as they talked. He was kind of getting bored of the taming game. He seriously doubted he would find a dragon in Alfheim, and he was pretty sure that if he did find one, it'd be a boss, but that didn't stop him from hoping. It was too bad, but his current familiars weren't that amazing. The thing was, it was really hard to get something like a unicorn, because they were too high level. The thing was, his 3 familiars would probably kick the ass of a same levelled dire bear, but they didn't look like that. A cat, a large turtle and a slightly-larger-than-normal crow. Yes, they would kick a bear's ass any day of the week, assuming it was the same level, but it didn't change the fact that a bear was a lot more impressive than a cat, unless the cat was a lion or something. Alex wasn't really listening to the leader's speech. Something about the boss's attack patterns or something. Alex was more concerned about his own problems. He decided that after the boss fight, he'd try to tame a really good bear. Sure, it might be better to get a lion or a tiger, but he already had Steven for the cat department, and Steven would get jealous. And besides, bears were cool in their own right. Maybe he'd get a polar bear for the coolness. Alex drifted out of his trance and found that they were splitting off to make groups, for some reason. Alex looked around to find that he didn't have anyone to go with. Yes, he was in a guild, but he was more of a ghost member, and the only reason the leader wanted him on this party was probably because he was tired of Alex's antics. Just as he was wondering what to do, Alex heard a voice cry out. "Heeeey! Is anyone out there still looking for someone to party up with!? I'm pretty much free right now, so we can team up! Heeey! Hey!" The voice yelled. Alex turned around and almost fell over in surprise. A blond haired girl was riding the shoulders of a seemingly unwilling person, trying to get some group mates. This was certainly new. Alex reluctantly raised his hand, trying to get her attention. "Yeah, over here. I don't have a group either." He said.</s>
<\|description\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano In game name: T1m Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Aleksey has messy black hair and is pale. He's fairly tall, being 5'10 and has black eyes. His in game appearance is the same, along with his armour, cat ears and tail, of course. Also has a cat which he tamed a while back that just sleeps on his head. He calls it Steven. Race: Cait Sith Weapon of Choice: Great sword Magic Spells: Tame Beast Tames beasts. Success depends on the user's level and the beast's level. Alex wants to tame a dragon one day. Cooldown: 30 seconds Summon animal companion Alex can use this spell to summon one of the beasts he has befriended with <<Tame Beast>>. Currently, his familiars are as follows: His cat Steven, Thomas the Tank Turtle and Alan the Annoying (a crow). All knicknamed by Alex. Cooldown: 60 seconds Personality: To sum it up in a few words, Alex doesn't find much fun in life. He lives and continues living, but he doesn't really find fun with it. He doesn't really have aspirations or anything either, and his life's alright. He has some measure of investment in Alfheim online, if only to see what happens in the end. He enjoys sprinting around and destroying people with his greatsword. Skills: Combat skills - Two handed straight sword - Parry - Leather equipment - First aid Other skills - Sprint - Hiding - Acrobatics - Familiar recovery - Familiar Communication</s> <\|message\|>Shishido Shiho Shishirou, now all buffed up, ran at the boss directly, her katana dragging around by the ground and sparks flying off the floor. She lifted it a bit. "I love the realism of this thing!" she continued running, with a smile wide in her face. She was a DPS kind of character, so sticking to Fuyuko would probably be the best course of action. She was already near it, and Shishirou grinned. "Stay just like that, Fuyuko-chan!" She ran over to where she was and used her as a stepping stone, before the boss was able to counter attack. "Die!" She shouted and slashed at the boss midair. She couldn't go over it, a bit too tall for someone her height, but she landed right next to it, which was both good and bad. For one, she could slash at it a couple of times, but on the other side... well, just looking at it squirm around was disgusting. "Well, I'll at least give him a good one before moving back." She took her sword over her shoulder to charge her sword skill, and when she felt it was ready, she spun around and then slashed upwards at the boss, her sword engulfed in fire and leaving a red trail behind it. "Hehe, how about that!" She was still near Fuyuko, relatively at least, so when she saw the boss about to bring it's cleaver down. "I'll be fine as long as I'm here, I think." She smiled and was about to charge up another attack. Until she was blown away by the force of the boss swinging its weapon. "Uwaah! If I hadn't buffed my defense, I'd be a little pretty flame now." Shishirou looked at her health bar. It was in the yellow zone. Luckily, the healers didn't discriminate those outside of their parties, or maybe there was a whole party of only healers? Oh, well. Her health bar slowly filled itself again, with the help of the healers. She turned around and nodded at them in way of thanks. She then turned around to the boss again, a bit more angry this time. "I'm gonna kill you a thousand times!" She took her katana with both of her hands and was about to dash into action yet again, but when she saw the cleaver flying about, well, she was sure it was something bad. "Take cover!" She said, running back to where Arina was. "Arina-chan! Help me!" She said, clinging to the girl's arm. When the shockwave went out of the boss, in search of them, she braced herself for it, clinging even tighter to Arina as if she were holding on for dear life. After that, she let go of Arina and took her katana in both of her hands, before looking again at her health bar. She still had the buffs from before. It was good, she didn't have to lose anytime in buffing everyone yet again. She smiled again. This was when things got real. The berserk of the very last moments when its health is down, the excitement of a boss struggling desperately to not be defeated... Yes, this was when things got really interesting. "Who the hell do you think we are!? You monster! We are gonna kick you back into whatever abyss you crawled out from!" She ran at it again, not before turning back to Arina. "Give it hell too, Arina-chan!"</s> <\|message\|>Takashi Klouda Kite stood there impressed that the tiny girl on his party was able to rush up to the monster. Not that size really mattered in Alfheim Online but it was rather comical to see a miniature doll taking on the a grotesque goliath. Soon after about every tank here decided it was time to take action and get in there. "Geez and I thought I waited a while to get up here." Kite said sarcastically as he saw everyone try to get in some action while he waited back and analyzed the battle. Before Kite could even take the time to execute a single attack he was sent flying back. It wasn't that he really wasn't paying attention as much as he had no passion to fight this monster. Sure it was the final fight of the dungeon and winning seemed helpless but coming here was not Kite's choice. The moment that the boss's weapon struck at Kite direction he arrogantly pulled his blade out of the way so that his low armored body would take the full hit. "Bye, bye, for now." the Spriggan said with a grin on his face. With that his body dissolved into a flame before it slowly disappeared.</s>	<\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano Alright, this is going well. Alex thought. The boss's health was dropping steadily, even in the early stages of the fight. In fact, it was kind of more tedious than anything, because the boss was focused on the tanks who were using their hate skills. Alex liked to think that whenever someone used a hate skill, they were insulting the monster's mother, and the monsters responded in rage. Alex stood practically in the same spot, jumping over the monster's cleaves as he struck it again and again. His individual blows wouldn't do much for a boss with multiple health bars, but he had nothing better to do anyway. Steven and Alan were doing just fine, and Thomas wasn't really doing anything at all. As for the boss itself, its move set was fairly straightforward and rather boring, and this was getting tedious. Before he noticed it, the tiny tank from his own party was next to him. "Fancy meeting you here." He said idly. The boss quickly reared back its arm for a powerful cleave. Alex prepared to dodge, but a sudden thought struck him. He started grinning crazily as he pictured what he needed to do, and how exactly to do it. As the arm swept around, targeting the tiny tank, Alex jumped forward and up, in the path of the boss's arm, sword outstretched. As the cleaver hit the front line, Alex's sword stabbed into the boss's arm, digging into the mass of corpses as Alex held on for dear life. Success! Alex thought wildly, the boss's arm still moving. The momentum from the swing almost threw Alex off balance, but he held on. The boss's attack animation stopped and Alex leaped into action, climbing on top of the arm and running up towards the boss's grotesque head, tearing a scar across its' arm with his great sword, still embedded in the boss's flesh. At his shoulder, Alex leaped, his sword cleanly cutting out of the corpses, and Alex landed on its head-cage. Alex began to rain blows onto the grotesque goliath's head. The rotting monster brought its gargantuan fist down on Alex, but he dodged at the last minute and landed gracefully on the ground as the boss punched itself in the face, denting its cage. Alex jumped back, his grin practically splitting his face. That was the first time he'd done something like that, and he'd loved every second of it. Alex drank a health potion to get his health back to full, and to give him time for his heart to settle. As he glanced back up, he found that a massive cleaver was flying straight towards his face. Alex rolled away immediately, coming up on his feet to see to see it smack into a wall. Alex turned and saw that the boss was charging dark magic. Wasting no time, he called out to his familiars. "Alan! Steven! Thomas!" He said. Thankfully, they understood. Steven bolted over to Alex's head and Alan flew overhead, Thomas in his claws. Alex stood up and jumped backwards, great sword poised to shield him from the force. The dark nova was released and Alex was pushed backwards a fair amount, breaking into a roll and coming to a stop several meters away from where he just was. The boss was now unarmed, and according to the panic ramblings of the leaders, it was too soon for it to do so. A quick check of its health bar showed that it was close to death, but they would need to rally to do some real damage… Basically, it wasn't Alex's problem. Alex looked behind him and saw the massive cleaver. A devilish smile penetrated his expression. Alex ran up to the cleaver stuck in the wall. He jumped up and grabbed the hilt, putting his weight into downing it. It budged as Alex jerked the hilt, until with a crash, it came free. Alex dragged it clear of the wall, marvelling at its weight. This thing is really heavy. He thought, hefting to his shoulder. But if he was right, this would be sooo worth it. Alex's grin widened. Running as fast as he could with something almost twice his size, he jumped at the boss and swung downwards, dealing quite the chunk of damage. Now that's damage. Alex thought, jumping out of reach with a grin that split his face. He was sure that he technically couldn't do this, and that the cleaver was technically a boss drop, but Alfheim wasn't just any MMO. Alfheim online was a virtual reality MMO, so he could do stuff like this. That said, doing stuff was one thing and getting away with it was another, but Alex wanted to do mess around as much as possible before the fun police got in his way.</s>
<\|description\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano In game name: T1m Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Aleksey has messy black hair and is pale. He's fairly tall, being 5'10 and has black eyes. His in game appearance is the same, along with his armour, cat ears and tail, of course. Also has a cat which he tamed a while back that just sleeps on his head. He calls it Steven. Race: Cait Sith Weapon of Choice: Great sword Magic Spells: Tame Beast Tames beasts. Success depends on the user's level and the beast's level. Alex wants to tame a dragon one day. Cooldown: 30 seconds Summon animal companion Alex can use this spell to summon one of the beasts he has befriended with <<Tame Beast>>. Currently, his familiars are as follows: His cat Steven, Thomas the Tank Turtle and Alan the Annoying (a crow). All knicknamed by Alex. Cooldown: 60 seconds Personality: To sum it up in a few words, Alex doesn't find much fun in life. He lives and continues living, but he doesn't really find fun with it. He doesn't really have aspirations or anything either, and his life's alright. He has some measure of investment in Alfheim online, if only to see what happens in the end. He enjoys sprinting around and destroying people with his greatsword. Skills: Combat skills - Two handed straight sword - Parry - Leather equipment - First aid Other skills - Sprint - Hiding - Acrobatics - Familiar recovery - Familiar Communication</s> <\|message\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi The boss monster flailed about wildly, roaring wildly in pained anguish as the thin sliver of red color from its last HP bar finally disappeared. As the monster struggled with futile efforts, Athena's heels dug into the ground as she forced her flaming sword deeper into the monster's flesh, sealing its fate as it exploded into countless shards of light. Athena was so intent on ending the monster's existence that she still hadn't moved an inch from her sword-thrusting pose, taking several moments for her mind to fully comprehend the monster's death. It's over... it's finally over. Athena thought to herself, not realizing she was breathing heavily until she fully regained her senses. How long had she and the other players been fighting the boss? Half an hour? Several hours? She had been so deeply immersed with the battle that she had lost all sense of the passage of time. Returning her sword to its scabbard, Athena looked around the room, it seemed so much larger than she remembered it to be, now that the boss monster that once occupied it had been eliminated, leaving behind the dungeon raid group. While most of the players were now busy manipulating game menus and checking the loot they had gained from the boss, the healers busied themselves by healing everyone who had suffered HP losses during the battle and reviving those who had fallen. Athena then noticed that a popup window had appeared to her side, notifying her of several character stat increases she had earned from the battle, as well as one single item in the Loot Items window. A single item? Athena's brows furrowed in disappointment. After that intense battle, only a single item was distributed to her? Shaking her head in reluctant acceptance at her reward, Athena moved to tap a finger on the Loot Items window, opening another window to reveal the item that had been awarded to her. The item description window revealed what appeared to be an elegantly-designed silver sword with intricately arranged curving designs along its length. According to the item description, the sword's name was Wraithslayer. Judging by the weapon's name, it was possible that this was a "unique" weapon. However, what was most unusual about the sword was that it appeared to have been forged from a single bar of metal, having no seams or joints along its perfectly-smooth surfaces. The numerical statistics of the weapon weren't overly impressive, although it was slightly better than the sword she already had, but one small detail on the item description window caught her eye. Item Effect: Invisible Weapon? Athena thought to herself in puzzlement as she read the text displayed on the window, at the bottom of the weapon's numerical statistics list. Curious, she tapped on the sword's image in the window, causing the ornate silvery sword to materialize in the air before her. Athena could not help but pause in admiration at the sword's utterly beautiful design. No swordsmith, whether it be in the real world or ALfheim Online, could ever have dreamed to create a weapon as beautiful as the one that was before her. Reaching out with her hand to grasp at the sword's grip, the sword by her side vanished and returned to her character's storage as the system registered her possession of a new weapon. As soon as her hand wrapped around the sword's grip, the sword's blade lightly shimmered, then a wave of distortion washed over the blade from hilt to blade tip, enveloping the weapon with a sheath of the Invisibility effect. Now, the only proof of the sword's existence was the undeniable weight she felt in her grasp. "What a strange effect for a weapon. How on earth can a sword like this be practical in combat?" Athena wondered out loud to herself as she began to slowly move the invisible weapon in her hands, getting a feel of the weapon's weight as she made careful sweeping motions with the sword's blade. The blade was surprisingly light compared to most swords, which made the balance feel rather strange. Without fully comprehending the dimensions and length of a sword's blade, such a weapon was highly impractical to use in actual sword combat. With only the feeling of the sword's weight, it would be highly difficult to achieve precision strikes with the weapon. However, such a weapon would prove highly difficult to defend against, something that could prove useful in the future. Deciding to keep the peculiar sword, Athena carefully sheathed the weapon into her scabbard. Sheathing a sword that she could not see was something she would have to get used to doing. As soon as her hand lifted up from the sword, the weapon's silvery grip and pommel reappeared. At least drawing out the sword wasn't going to be difficult. Athena then closed the opened inventory windows before her with broad sweep of her hand. In the distance, the raid group's lead tank and mage players were in a heated argument about the outcome of the boss battle. "Did you not see how many players died during that? We almost had to wipe! I don't know about you but I don't stand for wiping. Plus, that Boss was glitched or something!" "Do you hear yourself right now? Glitched? No way. Who cares! The players that died are back alive now, everything is good." "Maybe for you. But I'm contacting a GM and reporting what happened. I've fought this boss many times and 'that' has never happened..." "What are you two complaining for? As raid group leaders, you should be more concerned about your failure to lead properly and anticipate unexpected events in a battle situation. You may have fought this boss many times, but that is no excuse to become complacent and lazy as a raid leader. A competent leader should be prepared for whatever happens and accept their own failures." Athena interjected in annoyance and disapproval at the quarreling elite players, turning away from them as she finished speaking. As she turned, she could hear the two players mutter something back in response, but she ignored their words. They were irrelevant, she wasn't ever planning joining another raid group with those two players. "So. We did it. What did you guys think about this?" Asked Arina, one of the Cait Sith players in her party, who seemed somewhat pleased about the loot she had received from the boss battle. "That was one intense battle that could have gone either way, I can't say I've ever faced a boss quite like that. We're very fortunate that the battle turned in our favor today." Athena responded with a sigh of relief, the adrenaline rush from the fierce battle had not yet washed away. "That boss seemed to have a very unusual AI though. I've never encountered any monster that was able to suddenly shift aggro to supporting healers. It was almost as if it was able to break free of its usual programmed patterns and think for itself for a while. I'm sure it's just nothing though. Maybe the game designers added in a bit of behavior randomization to give players a challenge." Athena commented, deciding abruptly to finish her words by brushing off the strange AI behavior as nothing but a designer's bright idea after realizing how absurd her thoughts must have sounded.</s> <\|message\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi (Double post...)</s>	<\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano The boss's cry heralded its death, and the end of the boss fight. Many players cheered, but Alex was left feeling a little empty. He extracted the ridiculously sized cleaver from the rapidly disappearing flesh of the boss's now deceased form. And that was the problem, whatever he did in the game, it didn't amount to anything. Destruction ultimately amounted to a whole lot of mess, and while the mess might provide its own cathartic satisfaction, destruction didn't leave mess in Alfheim online. Therein lay the problem. A window popped up indicating the increase in his straight sword skill, leather armour, acrobatics, sprint and familiar communication skills. An increase he didn't care about. He flicked the window out of existence and it was immediately replaced by another screen, this time displaying the items he'd received. He'd received two weapons, the boss's cleaver and a… zombie arm. Yeah… The boss cleaver was quite good. Flesh render was its name. No special abilities, but better than his in every way. It can't really stab, though. Alex noted. Alex equipped it, and as expected, the giant cleaver in his hands shrunk until it was a little bigger than a normal great sword. However, a warning sign showed up. Damn, I don't have enough strength for it. Alex thought. He put it into his inventory and took a look at the zombie arm. It was called unarmed combat. "Ha ha." Alex said humourlessly. Of course they would add something like this. A zombie arm called unarmed combat. It was actually quite decent. It was a 1 handed weapon that was affected by your unarmed skill, increasing its damage by using both the unarmed and the one handed mace skills. It could turn into a powerful weapon, assuming it found the right user. So he should probably sell it or something. Alex took it out of his inventory and held it, swinging it around. It was lighter than he was used to, but it moved like a normal hand. Or at least, he thought it did. He wouldn't really know, he'd never seen a dead body before. He had some fun swinging it around, but put it back in his inventory. Unfortunately for him, the entertainment value of his new zombie arm slowly faded down, and he realised that he was kind of bored. And it would likely only get worse unless he found something he wanted to do. Alex opened up the system and began writing up a report to the game masters. He didn't really pay attention to the words, because in the end, he was practically nit-picking. That said, it deserved a report. Dear GMs. Today, we fought a boss – the one that was made up of corpses. I forgot its name. He wrote. Alex was easily bored. He didn't go to school anymore, but he didn't have any aspirations in life. He lives life to live, because that's a good thing, but he doesn't have much fun with it. At some point in time, the boss activated his dark magic, but several veteran players noted that it was earlier than usual. He continued. What made people happy in life? It was something he didn't really know. His life was good, his family was good. He had likes and dislikes, good relations. But he couldn't find something to keep him occupied. His attention shifted from thing to thing. Games, books, TV shows. Sometimes he'd stop reading a book halfway through because he knew exactly what would happen. And that was a problem. Then, at another point, the boss's AI changed. It was similar to sentience. It used a powerful knockback attack followed with a slam to kill several players at once. Then it began targeting the healers. Maybe instead of spending time in VRMMO's, he should do something productive. Like go to university, or get a job. Become a space pirate. Anything. Anything to relieve the boredom. And preferably something that'll be seen by his children, and his grandchildren. All of his descendants. Something that would be a testament to his great mediocrity for all to see. Assuming he had children, grandchildren or descendants at all. It was kind of alright in the end, but you should probably look into it. He finished. He thought for a second. Also, I don't know if it was intentional, but I picked up its cleaver and started dealing huge damage. He added. He thought for another second and erased it. That was something interesting, short-lived as it was, and he didn't want them to patch it out. At any rate, there was nothing Alex could keep doing forever. He would get bored of it really fast, and he never felt any measure of investment in something, once he'd squeezed out every last drop of fun he could get. He wanted something to keep him interested. Something refreshing, or exciting. Maybe he could learn some magic, or he could give original skills a go. The message went something like this: Alex hit the send button and stretched a little. It wasn't a big thing for him, the glitch. That said, it might be big for someone else, and that wasn't exactly a great thing. As he stopped concentrating, some conversation filtered into his attention. "You know, you can't exactly consider yourself a decent player if you're going to complain about every hit point you take. Oh yeah, and if I were administration I would probably make every boss continuously harder if too many people are able to CK it." His freshly revived spriggan party member (Kite) said. "They wouldn't make money like that, you know." Alex said idly, yawning after he said it. He noticed that the group leaders were arguing, likely about the glitch that happened. But before he could throw in his two cents, another of his party members spoke up. "What are you two complaining for? As raid group leaders, you should be more concerned about your failure to lead properly and anticipate unexpected events in a battle situation. You may have fought this boss many times, but that is no excuse to become complacent and lazy as a raid leader. A competent leader should be prepared for whatever happens and accept their own failures." Their salamander shield-bearing swordswoman said (Athena). "Now, now." Alex said. "You should remember that this is a game. Fighting the boss multiple times is a great excuse to become complacent and lazy, because games run on patterns. And besides, a game is supposed to be fair, especially an MMO. They wouldn't have something like that without telegraphing it first." Thankfully, their cat archer spoke up. "So," She (Arina) said. "We did it. What did you guys think about this?" Alex thought for a bit. It was kind of easy at the start, but then he did the jump-onto-its-head-and-stab-it-repeatedly thing, which was great. Then the boss threw his cleaver, which missed Alex by barely anything, which he also later picked up. That was also great. But as he mentioned before, the glitch was a real mood killer, and that was all he could think about for the last part of the fight, which was about as mediocre as the start. This all boiled down to one statement which he tended to use an awful lot. Alex shrugged and gave his answer. "It was alright, I guess." He replied.</s>
<\|description\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi In game name: Athena Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Race: Salamander Weapon of Choice: Longsword and Shield Item Effect: Invisible Weapon - Weapon is cloaked with invisibility effect when held. Magic Spells: Flame Weapon - A temporary self-cast buff that adds fire elemental damage to the user's weapon, creating a flaming visual effect on the weapon's blade. Words of Power: "Ek hemta brenna aldrnari seiðr, hata allr órr andskoti" ("I summon the burning fire enchantment, to destroy all our enemies") Berserk - A temporary self-cast buff that greatly increases the user's weapon damage and speed while also greatly increasing all damage taken. Healing potions have no effect while Berserk is active. While Berserk is active, a red flame aura visual effect appears around the user. Words of Power: "Ek heimta kraptr berserkr drengr" ("I summon the strength of the berserk warrior") Nova - A powerful spell that knocks back and inflicts heavy fire damage within a moderate radius around the user. Extremely high mana cost and spell chanting time. Words of Power: "Ek bjóða brenna móðr uphiminn eða fold undir vega hvatvetna at bella standa inn minn syn. Hníga hverr helgrind eða frjáls hiti brenna jafnan" ("I call upon the burning wrath of the heavens above and the world below to smite everything that dares to stand in my sight. Open every gate of hell and let free the flame that burns for all eternity.") Personality: In the real world, Natsuki's quiet and reserved appearance makes it difficult to determine whether she has an actual personality. She rarely speaks unless directly spoken to, and even then, she tends to answer with a short sentence at most. In the world of ALfheim Online, Natsuki is much more bold and fearless, although she still has a tendency to choose her words carefully. Natsuki takes the game quite seriously, at times becoming so immersed with the game that she finds it difficult to distinguish between the virtual world of ALO and the real world. Amusingly, her serious attitude towards the game sometimes causes other players to suspect that she is an NPC. Skills: Sprint Parry Battle Healing Heavy Metal Armor Forging Heavy Metal Equipment</s> <\|message\|>Takashi Klouda Kite stood there impressed that the tiny girl on his party was able to rush up to the monster. Not that size really mattered in Alfheim Online but it was rather comical to see a miniature doll taking on the a grotesque goliath. Soon after about every tank here decided it was time to take action and get in there. "Geez and I thought I waited a while to get up here." Kite said sarcastically as he saw everyone try to get in some action while he waited back and analyzed the battle. Before Kite could even take the time to execute a single attack he was sent flying back. It wasn't that he really wasn't paying attention as much as he had no passion to fight this monster. Sure it was the final fight of the dungeon and winning seemed helpless but coming here was not Kite's choice. The moment that the boss's weapon struck at Kite direction he arrogantly pulled his blade out of the way so that his low armored body would take the full hit. "Bye, bye, for now." the Spriggan said with a grin on his face. With that his body dissolved into a flame before it slowly disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano Alright, this is going well. Alex thought. The boss's health was dropping steadily, even in the early stages of the fight. In fact, it was kind of more tedious than anything, because the boss was focused on the tanks who were using their hate skills. Alex liked to think that whenever someone used a hate skill, they were insulting the monster's mother, and the monsters responded in rage. Alex stood practically in the same spot, jumping over the monster's cleaves as he struck it again and again. His individual blows wouldn't do much for a boss with multiple health bars, but he had nothing better to do anyway. Steven and Alan were doing just fine, and Thomas wasn't really doing anything at all. As for the boss itself, its move set was fairly straightforward and rather boring, and this was getting tedious. Before he noticed it, the tiny tank from his own party was next to him. "Fancy meeting you here." He said idly. The boss quickly reared back its arm for a powerful cleave. Alex prepared to dodge, but a sudden thought struck him. He started grinning crazily as he pictured what he needed to do, and how exactly to do it. As the arm swept around, targeting the tiny tank, Alex jumped forward and up, in the path of the boss's arm, sword outstretched. As the cleaver hit the front line, Alex's sword stabbed into the boss's arm, digging into the mass of corpses as Alex held on for dear life. Success! Alex thought wildly, the boss's arm still moving. The momentum from the swing almost threw Alex off balance, but he held on. The boss's attack animation stopped and Alex leaped into action, climbing on top of the arm and running up towards the boss's grotesque head, tearing a scar across its' arm with his great sword, still embedded in the boss's flesh. At his shoulder, Alex leaped, his sword cleanly cutting out of the corpses, and Alex landed on its head-cage. Alex began to rain blows onto the grotesque goliath's head. The rotting monster brought its gargantuan fist down on Alex, but he dodged at the last minute and landed gracefully on the ground as the boss punched itself in the face, denting its cage. Alex jumped back, his grin practically splitting his face. That was the first time he'd done something like that, and he'd loved every second of it. Alex drank a health potion to get his health back to full, and to give him time for his heart to settle. As he glanced back up, he found that a massive cleaver was flying straight towards his face. Alex rolled away immediately, coming up on his feet to see to see it smack into a wall. Alex turned and saw that the boss was charging dark magic. Wasting no time, he called out to his familiars. "Alan! Steven! Thomas!" He said. Thankfully, they understood. Steven bolted over to Alex's head and Alan flew overhead, Thomas in his claws. Alex stood up and jumped backwards, great sword poised to shield him from the force. The dark nova was released and Alex was pushed backwards a fair amount, breaking into a roll and coming to a stop several meters away from where he just was. The boss was now unarmed, and according to the panic ramblings of the leaders, it was too soon for it to do so. A quick check of its health bar showed that it was close to death, but they would need to rally to do some real damage… Basically, it wasn't Alex's problem. Alex looked behind him and saw the massive cleaver. A devilish smile penetrated his expression. Alex ran up to the cleaver stuck in the wall. He jumped up and grabbed the hilt, putting his weight into downing it. It budged as Alex jerked the hilt, until with a crash, it came free. Alex dragged it clear of the wall, marvelling at its weight. This thing is really heavy. He thought, hefting to his shoulder. But if he was right, this would be sooo worth it. Alex's grin widened. Running as fast as he could with something almost twice his size, he jumped at the boss and swung downwards, dealing quite the chunk of damage. Now that's damage. Alex thought, jumping out of reach with a grin that split his face. He was sure that he technically couldn't do this, and that the cleaver was technically a boss drop, but Alfheim wasn't just any MMO. Alfheim online was a virtual reality MMO, so he could do stuff like this. That said, doing stuff was one thing and getting away with it was another, but Alex wanted to do mess around as much as possible before the fun police got in his way.</s>	<\|message\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi Empowered by the effects of the Berserk spell, Athena continued her unrelenting assault on the grotesque boss monster with reckless abandon, cutting through the monster's exposed flesh with series of fluidly-connected sweeping slashes, moving herself only by the minimum required distance to avoid the most obvious attack patterns of the enemy. Even though Berserk had no actual effect on the user's mind or thought processes and its enhancements were limited to the character's attack damage and movement speed statics, it was surprisingly successful in encouraging true "Berserker-like" behavior in its users purely by the nature of its design. The effects of Berserk were far more severe than the proverbial "double-edged sword", it would be more accurately described by the term "double-ended spear", that impaled both user and enemy. With the severe penalty to damage received set upon the user by the system in combination with the great increase in offensive power, the user is effectively forced to pour everything they have into pure offensive with absolutely regard for defense, in the hopes of defeating the enemy before they were defeated themselves. Several of the tanks and other close-range fighters from the other parties around Athena staggered back in panic at the giant monster's deep bellowing moans, but she pressed ahead with her attacks. "If you hesitate now, you will die and your party members will fall as well, that is for certain! You can rest when this beast has been slain, not a moment sooner!" Athena shouted to the other parties in encouragement. Her words seemed to have some effect as the other parties' tanks forced themselves to regain their composure. However, one of the tank players was suddenly caught by the massive monstrosity's sweeping cleaver attack, instantly wiping out his HP and leaving a Remain Light where he stood a moment earlier. That player... it could have been me in his place. I won't let that happen, I absolutely cannot let that happen! Athena shouted to herself in her mind. Drawing back her sword in preparation for her next attack, Athena suddenly thrust the blade of her sword forward, directly into the massive pile of bodies that was the monster before her. The blade pierced through the exposed flesh with a sickening slopping noise, embedding itself deeper and deeper into the massive monster until it reached the crossguard of her sword. In response to the sudden attack, the monster let loose a deep monstrous roar that shook the entire dungeon. Seeing the body mass of the monster suddenly shift upward, Athena lifted her head up to see the monster raising its cleaver above its head in preparation for a counterattack. The bladed edge of the cleaver was positioned directly above, but with her longsword still embedded within the monster's rotting flesh, immediate evasion was impossible. Just as the cleaver's blade was about to come slicing down upon her head, a bright-green light shot through the air, penetrating into the monster's outstretched arm, causing it to cease moving mid-swing. As the arrow exploded into shards of light, Athena stood still for an instant, not believing what had just happened. Tracing the arrow's path back to its source, Athena's eyes connected with the Cait Sith archer in her party, Arina. With the boss monster momentarily stunned by the arrow's impact, Athena knew that she had just been given a second chance to survive. With the boss temporarily unable to defend itself or counterattack, she knew she had only precious seconds to use until she would be under attack again. As the effects of the Berserk spell finally began to fade, she forced the blade of her sword out of the monster's hideous "flesh". Athena took in a deep breath as she prepared to start the incantation that she hoped would bring this boss encounter to its conclusion. A glowing circle of burning fire painted itself on the stone ground underneath her feet as she began the incantation. "Ek bjóða brenna móðr uphiminn eða fold undir vega hvatvetna at bella standa inn minn syn." Athena spoke in carefully measured tones as she recited the first half of the powerful Nova area-of-effect spell, each Word of Power recited with flawless precision, causing the growing ring of fire to roar with increasing intensity, even as the boss began to recover from its stunned state and began attacking again. In the continuing chaos of the battle around her, Athena barely heard one of the tank leaders shouting about the boss monster's sudden change in attack pattern. Deep in concentration to maintain her spell-casting, she was left oblivious to the events that unfolded around her. She only felt the sickening thud that shook the ground underneath her feet as the monster's cleaver dug itself into the far dungeon wall. "Hníga hverr helgrind eða frjáls hiti..." Athena continued, pausing only when she was suddenly aware of the boss monster's spell-casting stance as it was about to unleash its massive dark magic area spell. Before the monster could unleash the surge of dark energy, Athena instantly threw herself to the ground, leaving her just enough time to lift her shield to protect herself from the full force of the blast. From the corner of her vision, she watched her HP bar drop by about 20% as her character was damaged by the partial damage that her shield could not fully block. With her Nova spell interrupted mid-cast, the Spellword Fumble Effect sent out a second explosion where she stood moments earlier, sending out an expanding plume of black smoke. As soon as Athena came back to her senses, she leapt up to her feet with her shield already in position to defend herself. Her HP had suffered moderately as a result of the boss monster's magic area attack, but it was still enough offer her a chance of survival. However, due to her failed attempt at casting her most powerful magic spell, her Mana was now dangerously low, leaving her just enough for one more use of her lower-level spells.</s>
<\|description\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi In game name: Athena Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Race: Salamander Weapon of Choice: Longsword and Shield Item Effect: Invisible Weapon - Weapon is cloaked with invisibility effect when held. Magic Spells: Flame Weapon - A temporary self-cast buff that adds fire elemental damage to the user's weapon, creating a flaming visual effect on the weapon's blade. Words of Power: "Ek hemta brenna aldrnari seiðr, hata allr órr andskoti" ("I summon the burning fire enchantment, to destroy all our enemies") Berserk - A temporary self-cast buff that greatly increases the user's weapon damage and speed while also greatly increasing all damage taken. Healing potions have no effect while Berserk is active. While Berserk is active, a red flame aura visual effect appears around the user. Words of Power: "Ek heimta kraptr berserkr drengr" ("I summon the strength of the berserk warrior") Nova - A powerful spell that knocks back and inflicts heavy fire damage within a moderate radius around the user. Extremely high mana cost and spell chanting time. Words of Power: "Ek bjóða brenna móðr uphiminn eða fold undir vega hvatvetna at bella standa inn minn syn. Hníga hverr helgrind eða frjáls hiti brenna jafnan" ("I call upon the burning wrath of the heavens above and the world below to smite everything that dares to stand in my sight. Open every gate of hell and let free the flame that burns for all eternity.") Personality: In the real world, Natsuki's quiet and reserved appearance makes it difficult to determine whether she has an actual personality. She rarely speaks unless directly spoken to, and even then, she tends to answer with a short sentence at most. In the world of ALfheim Online, Natsuki is much more bold and fearless, although she still has a tendency to choose her words carefully. Natsuki takes the game quite seriously, at times becoming so immersed with the game that she finds it difficult to distinguish between the virtual world of ALO and the real world. Amusingly, her serious attitude towards the game sometimes causes other players to suspect that she is an NPC. Skills: Sprint Parry Battle Healing Heavy Metal Armor Forging Heavy Metal Equipment</s> <\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano Alex was having quite a bit of fun. The huge butcher knife that the boss had used for a weapon was in his hands… For as long as the moderators didn't find out about it. Alex probably wouldn't be able to get out of the dungeon with it, but he could have a lot of fun with it for now. Hacking at the boss with it was very slow, but he did several people's worth of damage with it in one shot, which would normally switch the boss's aggro to him, but he backed up every shot so that he was safe. But Alex soon realised it wasn't exactly thrilling to be safe, and it was getting boring. The novelty of picking up the boss's weapon was wearing off fast. Eh, whatever.Alex said. May as well throw self-preservation out of the window to make it more interesting… Alex was about to charge the monstrous mass of corpses with the intention to deal as much damage as possible, but suddenly, the boss's behaviour changed. The boss roared, knocking players back. Alex wisely stayed away, but the boss moved to a downed tank and slammed his fist down, killing the player. Alex watched as it killed several other players, stunned. It was showing completely different behaviour than before. The boss glanced at the healers in the back, and Alex sprang into action. It was obvious what the boss would do. He started hacking at it as hard as he could, trying to get its attention, but to no avail. The boss began to charge dark magic in one of its hands. It was ignoring the tanks and the DPS players. "Shit!" Alex cursed. Alex began whacking the boss unceremoniously, desperately trying to switch his attention, but to no avail. The boss continued targeting the healers, uncharacteristic of this particular boss. A dark portal opened close to Alex, in front of the boss's fist. Alex glanced around, trying to find where it led, and saw another portal in front of the healers. Alex yanked the huge cleaver free of the boss's unfeeling flesh. He had to do something. As the boss's fist flew into the portal, Alex met its arm with the cleaver, skewing its trajectory slightly, but without enough force to cut it off. Alex was dragged forward with the force, but stopped just shy of the portal, cleaver embedded in the boss's arm. For all of Alex's effort, several people died and 3 healers were taken out of action with a strange debuff. Alex cursed again, dashing away as the boss roared. But Alex heard an odd glitch in his call, as if some part of it was removed. A glitch? Alex thought. No glitch could do this… The boss roared again, and this time, it was normal. Nevertheless, Alex stayed back cautiously. The boss was on very low health, but if they underestimated it, more people would die… Instead of reengaging, Alex dashed towards the downed healers, opening his inventory screen as he went along. He had a random assortment of collected potions, some rare, and there should be at least one of what he needed. Fortunately, Alex had 2 purification potions, and he quickly took one, slinging the butcher knife over his shoulder with one hand and grabbing the potion with the other. He'd gotten some from an event and had just left it in his inventory, putting it down as yet another item he would never use. As he neared the downed healers, he dropped the cleaver and grabbed the head of the nearest one, forcing the drink down their throats. They were quite rare, but Alex wouldn't miss them. He didn't need it right now. The liquid drained from the bottle, to Alex's relief, and the darkness faded from the healer's eyes. He let go and the healer spluttered, offering his thanks. Alex didn't hear him as he had moved on to the next healer, forcing him to down the potion in a similar fashion. It was unfortunate that he only had 2, but he had to leave the last to the mercy of the other mages. Alex picked up the cleaver again and ran off to face the boss, stopping just out of range, lowering his cleaver in a ready position, ready to react to the unexpected. The boss had gone back to his previous move set and AI, but Alex watched on. The boss was focusing on the aggroing tanks again, but what was that earlier? It was strange. It wasn't like the boss AI had glitched, it was more like it had been replaced. In fact, it was something Alex would do himself, if he was in the boss's position. A game breaking bug? The AI seemed fully developed, as if it was for a different boss altogether. But that dark portal attack… He hadn't fought the boss before, but he wasn't sure that the attack which took out their healers was one that the boss had. It was clearly for targeted attacks, which was uncharacteristic of a boss who was slow and stupid. It just didn't add up. If Alex put the pieces together, he could almost see a malevolent hand behind it. Of course, that would be ridiculous. But Alex couldn't help thinking. Alex raised hoisted the cleaver over his shoulder and charged at the boss once again. It didn't matter right now, it looked like the 'glitch' had passed. All he could do about it now was beat the boss and make a report about it later. Alex hacked at the boss's torso, taking another chunk out of its quickly dwindling health, but with less gusto than he had before. Somehow, he was having a lot less fun than he thought he would at this stage. The mounting excitement from nearly defeating the boss, who would get the last hit, what they would get when they defeat it. Alex felt all those feelings, but they were overshadowed by a seemingly ungrounded sense of impending doom. It was like he knew something big would happen soon, and try as he might, Alex couldn't get it out of his head.</s> <\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano -ignore this-</s>	<\|message\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi As the other players began recovering from the monster's sudden magic blast, what Athena saw next was so utterly unusual and peculiar that it made her stop in place. One of the Cait Sith players from her party had started attacking the boss monster's own cleaver weapon, which it had thrown away earlier. This was something that one could never expect to see outside the world of ALfheim Online - a fighter wielding a weapon that completely dwarfed their own size. Judging by the amount of HP that the player was doing entirely by themselves, what the maddeningly odd strategy lacked in elegance, it made up in brute force. As Athena shifted the weight of her sword in preparation to resume her assault on the boss monster, she noticed that it seemed no longer interested in the tanks and DPS players converging upon it. Instead, its gaze seemed fixed upon the healers standing behind them. Why would the monster's AI suddenly shift its attention towards non-combatants? With a sense of urgency, Athena looked to the unsuspecting healers who were in imminent danger of being attacked. "The boss's aggro is shifting towards the healers! Defend them at all costs, without them, we've already lost the battle!" Athena urgently called out to the players around her as she broke into a sudden dash to position herself between the boss and the healers, knowing she had only seconds to act before the tides of the battle suddenly shifted against them. If the healers were forced to defend themselves, they would be no longer able to support the tanks with their healing magic, and without the tanks, the battle was lost. Having reached the running speed required to activate her Sprint skill, Athena surged forward with incredible velocity, already drawing back her sword arm to intercept the boss's incoming attack. However, her sights were so focused on the healers she was trying to protect that she was caught unaware by the boss's sudden sweeping arm attack. With a sickening impact sensation, the massive arm struck her with such force that her vision had melted into a complete blur as she was thrown along with other players who were also caught by the attack. In the real world, being struck with such a force would have meant certain and instant death. As her character's body roughly landed and tumbled upon the stone floor, the HP meter in Athena's upper left corner of vision shot down with alarming speed into the yellow zone, only slowing to a stop as it dipped just past the 40% HP level. For what seemed to be an eternity, Athena lay on the floor, her mind left completely stunned by the unexpected brute-force attack. It was the boss's second attack that sent shuddering shockwaves through the ground that shook Athena out of her stunned state, forcefully reminding her that her character had not yet been killed, although the three Remain Lights that stood floating by her sides warned her that she had narrowly missed an untimely end. By the time she had recovered enough to force herself up to her feet, Athena realized that she was already far too late to prevent the boss's attack on the healers. Despite an unrelenting assault by the tanks and DPS players, the boss monster completely ignored their attacks and was already beginning its attacks on the healers through some kind of dark magic portal. Two of the healers were immediately killed by the monster's initial attack. No... no... no, I'm too late! Athena cried out in horror in her thoughts as she could only stand in shock at the horrific sight, the sword in her hand almost falling out of her grasp as she realized just how imminent their defeat was. She had completely failed in defending the healers, and because of her lack of battle awareness, she had just cost the lives of two healers. The three surviving healers were now disabled from a blindness status ailment. With only three or four surviving healers to support the tanks, the battle had no longer become a battle between two opposing sides - it had now become a slaughter waiting to happen. Glancing once again at the yellow HP bar fixed at 40% in her field of vision, Athena knew that her character was only one or two hits away from certain death, even with her shield to protect her. With no HP potions at her disposal and the surviving healers completely focused on maintaining the tanks' HP levels, she only had one choice left - to defeat the monster at whatever the cost, whatever the outcome. She wasn't going to stand idly by while the monster continued picking off the players one-by-one. Extending her index and middle finger together, Athena called up her character's Inventory menu, swiping through the Equipment interface with hurried speed. A finger tapped on the Rose Shield in her character's shield item slot, then swiped it to the Inventory menu, causing the shield on her left arm to vanish into fragments of light, melting away into nothingness. With her HP at such a low level, a shield wasn't going to protect her any further and she no longer had a use for it. Hastily withdrawing the last Mana Potion she had stored in her potion pouch, Athena gulped down the last of the blue liquid contained within the bottle, restoring her Mana levels to maximum. "It's now or never. We have to end this with one final push, don't let launch another strike. Do it now, attack!" Athena shouted out to everyone within hearing distance of her position, already breaking into a dash directly towards the boss monster, which had not yet focused its attention on her. As she began closing the distance, Athena took in a deep breath, her mind already recalling the incantations that she was about to cast. "Ek heimta kraptr berserkr drengr.." Athena spoke, her voice unusually smooth and calm despite the maddening urgent thoughts rushing through her mind. With those words, the burning flame aura of the Berserk spell returned to envelope her character's body, further empowering her speed as her legs propelled her towards the boss. Immediately after finishing her incantation, Athena prepared to call on her second incantation, drawing her sword arm back in preparation for a powerful thrusting attack, her focused eyes already marking her target. "Ek hemta brenna aldrnari seiðr, hata allr órr andskoti!" With the Words of Power to the Flame Weapon spell spoken, a new aura grew and extended down the length of her longsword, completely enveloping the metal blade with a brightly-glowing magical flame, forcefully blown back by the sheer speed at which she bolted towards the boss. "This... ends... now!" Athena shouted with all the might in her voice, as she lifted up the sword with both hands, combining the speed and momentum of her body with the thrusting action of her sword into one singular attack on the boss, sending the flaming blade of her sword deep into the monster's body, skewering all of the corpses that it passed through. Upon contact with the blade's magical burning flame, the surrounding corpses of immediately burst into a conflagration that spread like wildfire through the rest of its body. In response to the sudden impalement, the boss monster roared out in pain and anguish, sending it into a wild frenzy that shook the entire room with a force resembling a devastating earthquake.</s>
<\|description\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Age: 20 Gender: Female Personality: Veronica is generous and kind, almost to a fault. She tends to want to give people what they need and ask nothing in return, which often leaves her broke, and then winds up needing money bad, but somehow it always works out for her. Background: Veronica is majoring in Business, and actually owns her own store, a small cafe called "The Fresh Pot". The cafe is relatively successful, but Veronica usually winds up giving most of her profits to charity. On the most recent occasion, she didn't leave herself enough money to pay her rent, which is why she took the professor's offer. Chosen Pill Color: White Likes: Coffee, Making People Smile, Cooking, Snow Dislikes: Jerks, Hot Weather, Tragedy</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends -The Fresh Pot, 5:45 PM- "Thank you, come again!" Veronica said happily as the customer left. She glanced around her shop, keeping an eye on everything. It was a modest place, room enough for a few tables and a comfortable sitting area with a circle of couches, but not much else. The main room was brightly lit though, and decorated with warm colors. She stood behind the small glass top counter in front of the door to the back room, which held the kitchen and storage area, and it was a little cramped. She glanced at the clock, noticing that it was just fifteen minutes to closing. She walked out from the counter to start cleaning up. "I'm sorry," She said to a woman she assumed went to the same college as her, "I'm closing soon, so I'm going to have to ask you to start wrapping up." As the girl nodded, Vee pulled a cleaning rag from the pocket of her apron and started wiping down the other table, humming softly as she worked. Nothing relaxed her more than taking care of her shop, and it was especially important because her friends were on their way. She walked over to the sitting area to make sure there wasn't any garbage there, then dragged a low, circular table into the middle of the couches so they would have somewhere to put their drinks and plates. "Hmmm..." she hummed absently, looking at the table. Suddenly struck by inspiration, she turned and grabbed a flower pot off one of the wall shelves and put it in the middle, rotating it slightly so the flower was facing the window. "Perfect."</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope made her way to the Fresh Pot, her phone in hand. She was rereading the Professor's email, hoping she had it right and wasn't coming too late or early. She'd just let her room at the Lab, the Professor nowhere to be seen. She'd even left her TV on. She didn't really mean to but it just... sort of happened. And by the time she remember, it was too late to go back. She was far too lazy for that. She put her phone back in her hoodie pocket and pulled out a cig and lit it, puffing as she walked down the street toward the cafe. She spotted Vee cleaning up the place, the closed sign already up. Chuckling to herself, she threw her cigarette into the nearby ash-tray trashcan and walked up to the door. Instead of knocking, Penelope pushed her face up to the glass and let out a heavy breath, a goofy grin on her face. Pulling up a hand, she slapped it against the glass and pulled it down, making an aweful screeching noise.</s>	<\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Vee stopped looking at the flower and stared at Penelope rubbing her window. Sighing, she thought about waiting until the girl decided to try actually opening the door, but decided she would probably just keep hitting the glass instead, so walked over and pushed it open. "The door's still unlocked you know." She said in mock frustration, "I can't actually lock it from the inside and still leave, it's the only way out." She stepped aside and let the older girl in. "If anyone else forgets how to open doors, would you be so kind as to let them in?" She asked, making her way back behind the counter and entering the back room.</s>
<\|description\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Age: 20 Gender: Female Personality: Veronica is generous and kind, almost to a fault. She tends to want to give people what they need and ask nothing in return, which often leaves her broke, and then winds up needing money bad, but somehow it always works out for her. Background: Veronica is majoring in Business, and actually owns her own store, a small cafe called "The Fresh Pot". The cafe is relatively successful, but Veronica usually winds up giving most of her profits to charity. On the most recent occasion, she didn't leave herself enough money to pay her rent, which is why she took the professor's offer. Chosen Pill Color: White Likes: Coffee, Making People Smile, Cooking, Snow Dislikes: Jerks, Hot Weather, Tragedy</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "If you boys are going to play with dangerous things, do it outside." Vee admonished, coming back into the room with more pie and coffee for the late arrivals. Sighing, she pulled the apron from around her neck and tossed it lazily back onto the counter, collapsing onto on of the free couches. She had forgotten to pour herself a cup of coffee, and she didn't feel like getting back up for one, so she settled for complaining. "I'm tired. I'm sure the professor will be here though, guys, we just have to be patient." She rolled to the side and just before she was laying completely down she shifted to her favorite form: a sleek black jaguar. A deep purr rumbled from her throat as she laid across the couch, her head resting on the arm. She continued purring until her far more sensitive animal nose picked up what her human nose had missed under the smells of coffee and sweets, and her purr turned into a a growl as she buried her nose in the cushion.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "Him? A date?" Penelope asked Orion, letting out an short chuckled. "That would be the day." She continued, shaking her head. "But seriously, I feel like I barely know the dude. I wish he'd talk to us a bit more..." She added. Penelope turned to look at Emily, hearing her offer. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nah, I think he'd just be annoyed by it. Better just to wait. I was just curious." She chuckled as she heard Ferghus call out to Orion and then Vee's addition. She lifted her arm, letting her hand snake through the obstacles between her and Vee and gave the black cat a few light pats. "Good kitty." She teased, laughing. "Anyone taking Richer this semester?" Penelope asked absentmindedly while petting Vee. "He was being super annoying in class today. Kept yelling about random stuff, as if we weren't listening. I mean, the dude's a lunatic." She complained, pulling her hand back.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion rather liked the thought of the mini-game, but he didn't let the orange-haired Irishman know that. Sitting back in his chair and mentally going over the things that have been said; mostly about the professor, the black-haired young man nodded and shrugged, all at the same time. Because he could do that. "I have a bunch of no-name teachers. It should be smooth sailing from here." His voice was as calm as ever, even as he ignored Vee's warnings and took out around twenty marbles. Rolling them onto the table, Orion tilted his head slightly, narrowing his crystal blue eyes. His voice was rather distracted as he talked. "Just slap him with an elongated boob. That'll show him." He flicked his finger, and smirked as five of the marbles suddenly blasted towards Felyse, only a little slower than a bullet. Orion leaned back and rose one finger, and five more marbles circulated the digit. With only a push of the mind, one more blasted forward, a bit faster than the other five. He trusted the other man's agility and reflexes, however. If he got hit? Well...that was on him. It's what he would've deserved for interrupting Orion's sleeping time...every....fucking...night at the lab. Orion's face broke out into a rather large, evil grin that only happened when he was thinking evil thoughts.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Orion's marbles were now quickly barreling toward Felyse, dirty trick. In Ferghus's eyes time had slowed, but these were certainly still fast moving projectiles, this was a test, one with consequences. He couldn't let a single one of these telekineticly powered marbles bean the much flimsier Felyse. With a hop off of the comfy cushion Ferghus sprung into action. Placing himself in between the unsuspecting target and his antagonizer. The Irishman, with the aid of his enhanced agility and reflexes, extended his hands in the direction of the incoming projectiles near the speed of a bullet train. Feeling the hefty impact that such small balls of glass can achieve is astonishing. Within a moment five of these orbs were in between the fingers extending from Ferghus's left hand. "Come on Striphe, I could do that one with my eyes closed!" He preemptively turns to walk away when he barely notices Orion's face light up with mischief. Another orb, this one faster than the rest. Such little time, with as much precision as he could Ferghus aligned himself in a way, a shield of sorts for Felyse. The marble flung at high speed glanced across the Irishman's angled shoulder. The impact didn't sound too pretty, a loud smack silenced the cafe for a split moment. Followed by the mocking sound of a marble rolling across wooden boards, and who could forget Orion's half-chuckle. "Ballsch! That'll leave a mark!" Ferghus exclaimed, breaking the silence, and dropped to his knees and clutched the scene of the impact. He faced Orion from the cafe floor and grinned, "Looks like I win. Sure yeh banjaxed me arm, but I guess I caught 'em all." Ferghus let out a forced laugh, fraught with obvious pain. Grabbing the last marble, still rolling about, he rose and returned them to his sadistic partner. Finally he sat down again in the comfy couch beside Nick hoping that no one was staring at him. "Sorry there Vee, Striphe's a pisser yeh know?" He flashed a warm smile and returned to sulking in his pain. "Oh" He spoke in a hushed tone, "Have an icepack?" still staring at the somewhat frustrated kitty cat.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Half a moment passed between the marbles being fired and a vicious feline roar ringing out across the room. In an instant, a black blur launched itself from the couch, pushing it backwards a foot, and before it impacted Orion shifted into a large brown hawk. The effect of the transformation was ruined, however, when Vee realized she didn't know how to fly, and instead of landing on the boy's shoulder as she had intended, she fell to the floor and skidded to a halt. She lay there a moment, stunned, before turning back into a human. "ooooh, ow." She moaned, trying to push herself off the floor and just falling over instead. "mmmm. I don't feel so good." She just continued laying still until Ferghus asked for an ice pack. "Yeah, I'll go find one, and maybe some asprin too..." She pushed herself up a bit and half crawled, half dragged herself toward the counter.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray entered the room, looking disgruntled. He had a big fight coming up in a few months and his training had turned from hard to hell. He flopped down on the nearest couch and sighed deeply. He took a peak at all the others experimenting (playing?) with their powers and snorted; he had barely even used his. He'd experimented some, but in the end found it useless for his daily life, even when used in secret. "Say, does anyone know where the good Prof is? I've got a few questions for him," said Ray, looking around and not seeing the professor. The gruff man knew why they were given these powers, but there was still information that he needed before he could fully commit to this scheme. He didn't know about the others here (heck, he disliked a lot of them on first sight, especially the girls, and especially Penelope and that brat Emily) but he wasn't going in blind.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 Felyse slowly tuned out the conversation at hand, not at all too concern about the good professor's absence or the professor that Penelope was complaining about. The pie before him was all too enticing. Just as he was about to pile on more into his mouth, a giant mass of muscle suddenly knocked into his chair. In his face was a very familiar hand holding a few marbles that had almost practically appeared out of nowhere. "What--?" the young man managed to startle out until Ferghus knocked against his seat once again to act as a human meat shield. The impact was so hard that his chair started to tilt so far to the side until he saw nothing but the ceiling. The sensation of falling brushed against his nerves. Quickly, in stunned daze, he tried to grasp the edge of the table only for his hands to slip. With adrenaline running through his veins, a draft could be felt from beneath as his chair tumbled into the portal that had materialized suddenly. As quickly as it had appeared, the portal was gone before he could get dragged into it as well – only for the hole to reappear behind Orion with that said seat tumbling out and hit the back of the black-haired man's chair. Staring at the scene before him, Felyse had a lot to take in at once. Just one look at the injured Ferghus, the smirking Orion, and the pitifully crawling Vee was enough to understand the jest of it. The teen threw Orion a look of disappointment that clearly expressed his respect for the older man went down a few notches. His gaze soon turned away to matters of more importance. "Well, that was rather reckless, Ferg." Felyse huffed, nonchalantly brushing off any dust from his clothes. Although he might look annoyed, a hint of concern underlined his words. He sighed and shook his head. The wrinkle between his eyebrows disappeared as he stared off into the distance. "I might not be the most ideal couch for these games, but I could've handled it." Turning his gaze to the owner of the cafe, Felyse crawled after to Vee. Being the one who didn't overexert himself, he managed to catch up to her within seconds. "Veeeeee, go sit on the couch. Gimme your arm." He huffed and moved to his feet, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt while offering his shoulder. "I'll get the stuff. Just tell me where it's at."</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Isaacs Nick was fast getting irritated by the stupid marble game that the Mick and Orion were playing, it was one of the many things that he had no desire to learn any thing about, but he was watching the Irishman's body as he moved....his form....his catch....Clarity. His power's kicked in, without even attempting to, he perfectly understood the fine art of catching, angles, trajectory, falling speed, it was all pouring into his head like an adult magazine. To demonstrate his new skill he grabbed his slice of pie, and tossed it in the air, standing on the couch he positioned himself perfectly and SNAP, MUNCH he caught it in his mouth, after wiping of his face, he lit up a cig, and blew the smoke in Orion's face as more students of the project arrived. He took a small sip of his non-alcoholic coffee and spat it on the floor next to him. Goddamnit Vee!, this coffee is too hot, if you're gonna serve me a virgin drink at least let it cool down first, shit. He then slumped back down and put out his cigarette in the still scalding coffee cup. Scowling at nobody in particular he started to whine. And speaking of virgins, where in the crap is that prof.lab rat?, I'm getting bored already, Id rather be home solidifying my place on the 'Call of Glory' online leaderboards. I could give a crap if he's on a 'Date' or not, I got shit to do tonight. He turned towards Emily, re-igniting his sleazy smile. As for me, I don't even waste my time with dates, I prefer to get straight to the point... His eyes wondered over Emily's body until Ray the boxer walked in, he had a heavy step to his muscular weight, and it caught Nick's attention, he was fascinated by fighting disciplines, and could tell just by looking at this man that he knew how to fight. Ray grumbled something about looking for the Prof and Nick approached him, smirking devilishly. Yo, Punchy, hit me in the face, don't knock my head off but pop me with a stiff jab, come on just do it, don't be a pussy, it'll kill time. Nick let his arms swing by his side, showing no intention of retaliation.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray made a sound that was halfway a snort, half a growl. If it came to annoying people, this guy, Nick, he recalled, got on his nerves real fast; he was rude, an asshole, a punk, and an asshole all in one. Just from his face you could tell he was nothing but trouble. If he was asking for something like hitting him, that meant he had something planned. Fine then, he'd play his game, but not by his rules. "If you want it, you got it," he said. Slipping into his 16oz gloves, Ray decided to test the waters and throw a heavy jab on the man's face.</s>	<\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "No fighting..." Vee said without her usual strength. She was seeing double, and her head was pounding a beat for her stomach to dance to. "Oouuh, maybe shifting so fast isn't a good idea..." She allowed herself to be led to the couch, only protesting slightly. "There's some frozen pees in the freezer for Fer... urg... and some asprin in the first aid kit on the wall." She closed her eyes and buried her face in the couch, trying to keep from vomiting.</s>
<\|description\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Age: 20 Gender: Female Personality: Veronica is generous and kind, almost to a fault. She tends to want to give people what they need and ask nothing in return, which often leaves her broke, and then winds up needing money bad, but somehow it always works out for her. Background: Veronica is majoring in Business, and actually owns her own store, a small cafe called "The Fresh Pot". The cafe is relatively successful, but Veronica usually winds up giving most of her profits to charity. On the most recent occasion, she didn't leave herself enough money to pay her rent, which is why she took the professor's offer. Chosen Pill Color: White Likes: Coffee, Making People Smile, Cooking, Snow Dislikes: Jerks, Hot Weather, Tragedy</s> <\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach 8:30PM - Rohrbach's Lab The night went on as the two groups met in the center of the lab, the big open area that Rohrbach usually kept his big machines. It was now empty with the exception of a few couches, tables, computers, and a rather large computer monitor where a game of Halo was paused. The meetings ad all but concluded, some of them wanting to leave, some of them wanting to simply chat and hang around for a bit. Penelope sat at one of the tables with a sewing machine, swaths of fabric surrounding her. She was working on an orange outfit for herself as a sort of test so that the others could see what it would look like. It would take her a bit longer before she could show it to anyone yet. She'd made the design and cut out all the parts but she still needed to sew them all together to make the completed piece. She let out a shallow sigh and began sewing up the body piece. She was just making a simple blazer that could cover a white button up with khaki bottoms. It was simple and would color code her. The weird part would be the mask. She was thinking of a simple headband with holes for eyes but part of her wanted to make it more elegant than that. She smiled to herself as she thought of the mask in her head. It was orange with black lace covering the main bits and black and orange feathers jutting out from the side. It made her happy being able to work on something like this. It let her avoid her school work and the thought of those criminals. What they'd read hadn't made her very happy. According to the police reports they'd managed to get their hands on with Nick's skills, the family was once rather rich but the father and gambled everything away and was now forcing his children and wife to help him get it all back. One of the kids had left the family, wanting to go out on her own. She'd told the police everything, from her father's scandals with his company to her mother's affair with her husband's workers. They had a rough idea of where the family was staying from the report and were planning on going after them once the week had ended, on Saturday, two days from now, they would head out and begin their search in the field. For now, Nick and the others were simply doing more research while Penelope made the clothes. "Hey, Emily. What sort of style do you like? I could make something that looks like a military uniform." Penelope asked, chuckling at her offer. For some reason, she couldn't imagine the girl in anything other than a dress. "No, but if there's a specific style you want me to make, just show me a picture and I'll try my best. I'm making a blazer for myself. Simple and hopefully won't make me stick out like a sore thumb." She explained, speaking to everyone in the room.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Oooh, making costumes already? Do mine, too!" Felyse spoke up from his spot on the couch – the one that was in front of the giant computer screen where he watched the other's playing Halo – and looked up from his bag of ranch Doritos he was once so focused on. Tossing the chips to the side, he crawled his way to the back of the couch, resting his head against the palm of his hands, as he watched Penelope work her magic around the sewing machine. "I want a black hoodie with lime green patterns. Same thing with my mask; although, something that covers my whole head and faceless." Unconsciously, Felyse combed the strands of hair beneath his chosen hat-of-the-day with a hand. White with red tips – his hair stood out more than what his envisioned hero outfit ever would be. Like a watermelon snow cone amidst the tundra. There was always the option of dyeing, buuuuut that would be an attack on his individuality… also, his lazy side was opting out. As an extra precaution – and a security blanket – he got a brand new hat all picked out for mission impossible; although, truthfully, the headgear was more for aesthetic effect than anything else. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched his teammates going about. He grabbed the bag of chips and munched away. Research he could do, but planning away was a no-go; so he left that task to his more methodical comrades. "By the way, anyone got any heroic names all planned out?"</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily put her XBox controller down and turned around to look at Penelope, chuckling at her military uniform suggestion. "I don't need anything flashy," she replied. "As long as it's a comfortable, pretty dress, I'll be happy. I trust your fashion sense." She thought a moment. "Though, it could be flashy if everyone else's is," she opined. "I do like Tony Bowls." Turning to Felyse, she said, "Being hyperintelligent doesn't mean I'm hyper creative too," she replied with a chuckle. "The name is always the hardest part - not even superpowers can change that." Keeping her ears open for replies or new conversations from anyone in the room, Emily picked up her controller and turned her attention back to Halo.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled, hearing Felyse ask her to do his. "I will, I will!" She called out, smiling. She nodded to him when he told her what he wanted and stopped what she was doing to write it all down. Black hoodie, lime green patterns... full mask. She nodded her head at her notes and then turned back to her work space to begin working on her own mask. Penelope lifted a brow at Emily's remarks and chuckled. "Nah, I wasn't really going for flashing. Pretty normal, actually. Sort of like, they could pass for normal outfits only... with a mask to hide our faces. You just can't wear that specific outfit in public..." She explained, trailing off a bit. Hearing Emily reply to Felyse, Penelope decided to chime in as well. "I'm with Emily. I have no idea what to call myself. Elasti-Girl? Stretchy Chick? Rubber Lady? I'm... terrible at names. I mean, I can hardly name the characters in my works for school, much less as a nickname for myself." She replied, shaking her head as she heated plastic with a lighter to try and bend it to the shape of her face. "So, yeah. I got nothing. What about you, Portal Boy? Maybe we should call you Chel? What's a feminine version of Chel? Chad?" She offered jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Victoria suddenly spoke up. "Hey, if we're talking outfits, I want something sleek and black, with a simple eye mask." She covered her eyes with her hands, leaving holes between her fingers for her eyes. "Something that'll lead perfectly into my panther form. Oh, maybe I could be 'Black Cat'! Oh, wait, that doesn't make sense when I shift to something else, does it? Maybe just 'Dark Shift' then?" She went back to sketching in her notebook. She had a rough outline of a female figure already, with shaded areas that showed she was wearing a skin tight black suit. "But, I don't know if I'd be able to go out in public dressed like that."</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Portal Boy, Chel, Chad - Call me whatever you want. Might be fun to see every villain search for every Chad and Chel in this city." Felyse grinned at Penelope, balancing the bags of chips on one leg. "Names shouldn't be too hard. Just add Captain or some other nifty title in front of a noun and - voila! - you got something! Captain Elastic sounds fitting, no? Or iDoctor for Ems?" Lazily, he reached for the extra XBox controller next to Emilia. "Psssst, iDoctor, let me join in." "Ooooh, how about Lady Chimera, Vee? It's a dark and sexy name... or is it so sexy that it sounds villainous?" He tilted his hat way from his face and scratched his chin in thought. "Wait, won't your suit tear apart if you shift into something a big as a wildebeest?" He asked and turned to Vee, raising an eyebrow almost teasingly. "You might as well be better off wearing a bikini. Might even scare a few scofflaws."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Scoring a double kill, Emily didn't turn from the screen but listened to the conversations around her. "Elastigirl might have a problem with you using Elasti-Girl, Penelope," she called out jokingly. Glancing over at Felyse, she grinned as she remarked, "I'm just going to call you Chel anyway." Her face changed to one of mock repulsion as Felyse gave suggestions. "An Apple product? Please, spare me," she replied. Grabbing the extra XBox controller before Felyse could and waving it teasingly in front of his face, she said "You can play if iDoctor goes away" with a smile indicating she was thoroughly enjoying herself but still serious about the name. "I like Chimera though," she admitted, turning back to the screen holding out the other controller for Felyse to grab while resuming play herself with one hand. "Without the 'Lady' in front of it, I think it suits Vee nicely."</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled listening to the other talk. She, of course, had written down what the others had asked of her and was busy working on everything. By tomorrow she'd have at least two or three of them done. "Hey, I like iDoctor. It's funny even if it doesn't suit you. Then again, I'm terribad at names so the most creative thing I've got is Tech Girl. And Elastigirl can kiss my ass. I'm real, she's not. Not that I wanted to use that name anyway. Though I feel like if I call myself Captain Rubber people will make jokes I don't want them making." She spoke, snorting at her last statement. "And I agree with Emily. Chimera is a nice name for ya, Vee. It fits. Wild and crazy beast." Penelope poked fun at Vee, sticking her tongue out at the friend. She finished up her mask and set it aside to dry before working on Emily's suit. Her plan for Emily was a short red-dress accented with black lace and an ornate black belt. That is, if she could spare the concentration to make it look nice. For now, she set to work drawing up the plan. "I'm working on yours next Emily, if you want to have a look at the designs." Penelope offered, bent over the work desk drawing over a sheet of paper. Penelope had long since stripped herself of the limited fabric of her jeans and was now in a large sweater and sweatpants. The sweat pants her hiked up to her knees as she liked it that way, no matter how silly it made her look. "What about Mrs. Universe? Since Emily can sort of know anything at the top of a hat. Eh... it might not fit..." She offered, biting her lip a bit as she thought some more.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather was seated on one of the forgotten couches, her feet curled under her and her body was slightly hunch over a large smartphone resting in her lap. She swipes halfheartedly through through an endless feed of photos and self involved statuses from her friends and classmates. Even if she seem totally involved in her phone, Heather's mind was more concern with the upcoming mission. She tried examine the situation with a calmness that Heather was used to, but there was still a small feeling of fear. With a sigh, Heather tries to focus on the chatter around her. This should be the fun part, the part were the ragtag group designs a identity for themselves. Costumes wold be created, and names will be decided in an effort to complete the illusion of heroism. Heather peeks up from her screen to observe the group grow more involved with giving out names. She does speak up with any ideas of her own, but she instead thinks up possible names for herself. Given her ability, Heather would have plenty of names to pick from. Bolt and Surge would not do, and sparks just sounded lame. "Maybe voltage." Heather speaks out, mostly to herself but also to whoever happen to be listening in the room. "I kinda like voltage, could tack a 'Mis.' Or 'lady."" She says with a shrug.</s>	<\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "I like the dark motif though. I think I'll go with 'Dark Chimera'. Has a nice, mysterious ring to it." Vee put the finishing touches on her sketch and passed it to Penelope. "Here, what do you think?" The outfit was simple, a tight, form fitting black suit covered the body, complete with gloves and boots. The mask was equally economic, just a black eye mask to hid her identity. There were, however, two extravagant details to the costume, a trailing sewn in scarf and a utility belt of sorts around the waist. Her measurements were penned into the corner of the drawing. "Hey, how about 'Blue bolt'? You know, like that old saying? I think that might fit you." Vee pushed away from the table in her rolling chair and spun across the room, obviously having fun with this whole idea.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope Appearance Age: 21 Gender: Female Personality: Always the critic, Penelope doesn't like to admit that other people are right, preferring to stubbornly believe what she'd always believed even when presented with concrete evidence. She is very loyal but hard to approach as she always seems to portray this 'Stay away from me,' aura. She enjoys talking after she's had her coffee, but before then, she'll bite even the meekest of persons' head off. Background: An only child, Penelope has almost always gotten things the way she wanted and now as an adult she can't cope with the fact that she has to work for a living. She would rather dream big even if it was completely out there. She craves desperately to be writer but would rather wait for someone to notice her rather than put herself out there. She in college as a creative writing major, hoping to one day write her own novels. Chosen Pill Color: Orange Other: Besides her addiction to coffee, Penelope is addicted to cigarettes and will light one when she is stressed.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather had been dreading the encounter all day. The reminder was there in the back of her mind during her morning run, through all her classes, through the lunch she barely touched. Amy and Jessica had noticed her quietness angry silence, assumed she was just PMSing and did not try to stir her from her mood. It was probably better that way, there was no way they would understand and heather couldn't half believe it herself. They parted at three, Heather trying not to appear bothered by her friends' departure to the training annex Instead, she started toward apartment 214 to wait out the remainder of her time until the big meeting. There was much Heather was not looking forward at this meeting, it seems unlike the rest of the gang, Heather was not very thrilled to have this "gift" forced on her. It was the sensation that alerted Heather to something being wrong the night after she took the little red pill. There was a sensation in her chest, like a powerful pulsing. Then the currents had spread through her body, it felt like hot insects crawling under her skin. In a panic, Heather had tried to call someone for help. The moment her hand grasped her white and gold smartphone, it was drained of all its battery life and it felt as if Heather had fed the pulsing in her chest. Then an explosion of electricity appeared from her finger tips, shattering glass across the room and making the air heavy with the energy. The good doctor tried to explain to Heather what she became, and what he expected of her but the moment he told Heather he would not change her back; she gave in to her temper and would hear nothing more of his experiment. It didn't help that this crazy doctor kept dropping words like "Fate" and "hero" and that he expected Heather to fight crime. She told Doc to "fuck off" and stormed out of the lab. That was days ago. Heather reflected back on that day and her outburst as she walked toward "The Fresh Pot." She was a little ashamed to fly off the handle like she did, but Heather still felt so unsure about this new power. She hadn't used it since it surfaced, going to great lengths to avoid anything that would give her a charge. Heather had ignored all of Rohrbach's calls and emails for a number of reasons. But when Heather chanced the safety of her laptop and saw email about the meeting, she knew she had to attend. Heather walked into the Fresh Pot, sunglasses still over her eyes, and notices she is one of the last to arrive. "Hello everyone." Heather fixes the crowd with a polite smile, which was an improvement compared to her behavior at the last meeting. She found a seat at a table on the edge of the group, still unsure where she fit or if she was welcome. They all seem so over the moon about this project, Heather couldn't see why. She felt the sensation under her skin again, but Heather clasp her hands together and ignored it.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright With quite a bit to take in all at once, Penelope sort of glanced about the room, trying take it all in at once. Ferg's reply, Emily's entrance and remark, Felyse's more interesting entrance, Nick's sleezebag side showing, Ferg's question about Rohrbach, Vee's coffee and pie, Dominic's entrance, and Heather's rather surprisingly nice greeting. "I'm not sure where the professor is, Ferg, or what sort of plot he's scheming now." She replied, sipping the coffee placed before her between breaths. "Oh, and hey everyone. Heather, you're looking much better today. Now that you're inside, wanna show us those pretty eyes and take off your sunglasses? It's kinda rude, yanno." She spoke, turning to face the blonde. She, despite her tone, had a slight smile on her face. Chuckling to herself, she sat back and picked up her fork, digging into the pie. She pulled the delicious hunk of sugar to her mouth and chomped down, savoring the sweet taste. As always, Vee was going to make her fat. "Vee, you're ganna ma'e me fath." Penelope told her friend, though she'd never admit it, with a mouth full of food. That was why she couldn't stay around Vee too long, she'd gain ten pounds within the first week of living with someone like her. She preferred living at the lab with the others, keeping her stomach full with ramen and other typical college type foods. "Stho..." Penelope began, swallowing the food in her mouth. "When exactly is the professor suppose to get here? Does anyone know?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion had been completely silent the entire time, content to just listen and nurse his own cup of tea. The warmth from the mug almost brought a smile out of the college student, but with surprisingly a large amount of self-control, he barely managed to not smile for 'no reason', opting instead to bring his cup up and take a nice, long, and quiet sip of the hot, amber liquid. As the conversation began to be sent into the direction of the missing professor, Orion finally glanced up, his sapphire blue eyes rather lazy and half-lidded. "No idea. I wasn't at the lab last night, so...maybe he got a date?" It was a random guess, but the professor was a lonely little man, so who knew? Maybe he did get a date, and had spent the night at his date's house. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. Some girls liked the nervous, old, and geeky type. Or not... "Maybe not. Anyone have his phone-number?" Orion finally flicked a wrist, and all of the marbles formed a sort of marching line, falling into his left hand, where he quickly pocketed the objects.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren't you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol' me?" Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man's upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place. "Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else," Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man's last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. "But, I can't give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~." He softly sang under his breath. Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn't do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name. Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. "Nope. Didn't see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?" Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Rather unfortunately for Emily, it seemed painfully obvious since their first meeting that someone was already trying to make moves on her. And also rather unfortunately for Emily, that someone was not someone she had the slightest interest in even getting too close to - a fact made poignant by his contributions from both sides of his body. Fortunately, they came from his perch on the couch and not right next to her. Still, she wasn't the type to be rude. "It took me 4 minutes and 52 seconds to walk here," she replied, having listened to "Children of the Moon" so many times that she knew its exact length. "I think I'm ok," she finished, giving him a small polite smile. Turning to listen to the conversation about the professor's whereabouts, she replied to Orion's question about his phone number. "I could find it," she offered. She was used to the intelligence thing but not quite used to the technology manipulation thing yet, but she still knew that it wouldn't be very hard to track down the professor's number in a matter of seconds via her phone.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy "I'm telling yeh, I searched the place top from bottom and the ol' scatterbrain wasn't to be seen." Taking a moment to lightly tap the spot where the whimsical candy lover had just popped out from. And with a smirk directed toward Felyse he spoke, "Yeah, well maybe yeh should try and improve yer aim a bit? No harm done though, I guess we're all learning still." Glancing around at all the new arrivals made the Irishman feel more at ease. Rohrbach wouldn't keep them all waiting in the cafe all night, would he? Maybe it was a social experiment, to see how we would all get along? Or maybe Ferghus was just over looking it. The somewhat distracted man shot a quick smile toward Emily"It would be worth a shot, yeah bird?" He responded quick to the idea that she could locate the number, or at the very least attempt to. Ferghus mind filled with memories of attempted phone calls to the professor before, not a single one found their way to his ears. Adjusting his green jacket and loose-fitting black tie, it was a style he loved, he head toward the pot to pour himself a nice steaming cup of black. Ferghus felt rather ashamed that he hadn't known so much about most of the other participants that hadn't decided to stay in the labs. So he made an effort to walk around chatting about menial things, gauging their personalities. The Irishman finally moseyed on back to the couch that he had earlier planted himself within and sat next to the rather snide looking Nick. Glancing around the cafe and its bustle Ferghus fixed his attention on the marching orbs that Orion was controlling before placing them back within a pocket. He had an idea for a little game to pass the time. In an obviously joking manner Ferghus spoke intended at Orion, "Hey porcupine head! Lets see if you can blast those marbles quicker than I can catch 'em. Oh and try and aim for the couch, don't wanna break nothing ya know?" Sure he was playing around, but deep down Ferghus wanted to test his ability, besides he and Orion had been going at it ever since they had first awakened their powers.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "If you boys are going to play with dangerous things, do it outside." Vee admonished, coming back into the room with more pie and coffee for the late arrivals. Sighing, she pulled the apron from around her neck and tossed it lazily back onto the counter, collapsing onto on of the free couches. She had forgotten to pour herself a cup of coffee, and she didn't feel like getting back up for one, so she settled for complaining. "I'm tired. I'm sure the professor will be here though, guys, we just have to be patient." She rolled to the side and just before she was laying completely down she shifted to her favorite form: a sleek black jaguar. A deep purr rumbled from her throat as she laid across the couch, her head resting on the arm. She continued purring until her far more sensitive animal nose picked up what her human nose had missed under the smells of coffee and sweets, and her purr turned into a a growl as she buried her nose in the cushion.</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "Him? A date?" Penelope asked Orion, letting out an short chuckled. "That would be the day." She continued, shaking her head. "But seriously, I feel like I barely know the dude. I wish he'd talk to us a bit more..." She added. Penelope turned to look at Emily, hearing her offer. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nah, I think he'd just be annoyed by it. Better just to wait. I was just curious." She chuckled as she heard Ferghus call out to Orion and then Vee's addition. She lifted her arm, letting her hand snake through the obstacles between her and Vee and gave the black cat a few light pats. "Good kitty." She teased, laughing. "Anyone taking Richer this semester?" Penelope asked absentmindedly while petting Vee. "He was being super annoying in class today. Kept yelling about random stuff, as if we weren't listening. I mean, the dude's a lunatic." She complained, pulling her hand back.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope Appearance Age: 21 Gender: Female Personality: Always the critic, Penelope doesn't like to admit that other people are right, preferring to stubbornly believe what she'd always believed even when presented with concrete evidence. She is very loyal but hard to approach as she always seems to portray this 'Stay away from me,' aura. She enjoys talking after she's had her coffee, but before then, she'll bite even the meekest of persons' head off. Background: An only child, Penelope has almost always gotten things the way she wanted and now as an adult she can't cope with the fact that she has to work for a living. She would rather dream big even if it was completely out there. She craves desperately to be writer but would rather wait for someone to notice her rather than put herself out there. She in college as a creative writing major, hoping to one day write her own novels. Chosen Pill Color: Orange Other: Besides her addiction to coffee, Penelope is addicted to cigarettes and will light one when she is stressed.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather, having a sudden urge to go neat freak, begins to gather up the empty mugs and platters scattered with crumbs. Unsure what to do with them, she places them together in a neat stack on the counter for Vee to find later. She was pondering the idea about costumes and so far did not like it. What Heather never understood was why comic book heroes wore such eye sore costumes. Isn't the point of fighting crime under a alias is to not be noticed? Heather had a couple ideas for a disguise that did not involve spandex. Heather moved a few chairs back into their original place, satisfied with her work and turns her attention to Emily. "Sure, I'm game for a battle plan in the lab. I think I'll head over there now and explore a bit. Come find me later." Heather waves and exits the café before anyone could follow. The mention of the lab had Heather considering that she needed a little more practice before their first manhunt. She also did feel a bit of a thrill knocking Ray and Nick on their ass, though she meant no ill-will toward the two. So, instead of returning home, Heather let herself wander into the lab, and locate a gym or space where she could experiment with her abilities in peace. She happen to locate one near the unused bedrooms and set to work. The first thing she tried was a transfer of energy. Her phone sat in her hand with a dead battery. Taking a breath, Heather pictures the little smartphone coming to life. She feels a tug from that source inside of her chest and she could feel the power traveling down her arm and into her hand. To Heather's delight, the phone blinks to life and slowly charges. It was tiring though and it reminded Heather of the blood dives she would go to. The feel of the needle sucking away her blood, and the effort was easy on her part but very tiring. She wills the link between herself and the little device to be closed and with some effort it does end. The little charge icon disappears, but her phone now remains alive at 20% "Oh, hell yes." Heather mutters with a wide grin. She notices the practice dummies resting in the corner of the room, and a new idea comes to her. Setting the phone aside, Heather begins to rub her hands together. She can feel the heat between her palms from the effort and notices the small sparks flying. She pulls hers hand apart and finds the bright blue sparks contained in the gap between her hands. Heather archers her fingers around the source of power, shaping it like clay into a crackling bright orb. With another grin, Heather aims for one of the dummies and releases the pure energy with both hands. The ball of electricity explodes from her hands, soaring faster than Heather could imagine and striking the center of the dummy with a brilliant crackle and bright flash. The dummy stood with a scorched and blacken hole in its center. Heather lets out an excited cheer, and immediately falls to her knees, suddenly weak and exhausted. Heather reminds there, catching her breath and composure. "Ok…..not so power much next time." She gulps, still satisfied with her new discovery.</s> <\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach 8:30PM - Rohrbach's Lab The night went on as the two groups met in the center of the lab, the big open area that Rohrbach usually kept his big machines. It was now empty with the exception of a few couches, tables, computers, and a rather large computer monitor where a game of Halo was paused. The meetings ad all but concluded, some of them wanting to leave, some of them wanting to simply chat and hang around for a bit. Penelope sat at one of the tables with a sewing machine, swaths of fabric surrounding her. She was working on an orange outfit for herself as a sort of test so that the others could see what it would look like. It would take her a bit longer before she could show it to anyone yet. She'd made the design and cut out all the parts but she still needed to sew them all together to make the completed piece. She let out a shallow sigh and began sewing up the body piece. She was just making a simple blazer that could cover a white button up with khaki bottoms. It was simple and would color code her. The weird part would be the mask. She was thinking of a simple headband with holes for eyes but part of her wanted to make it more elegant than that. She smiled to herself as she thought of the mask in her head. It was orange with black lace covering the main bits and black and orange feathers jutting out from the side. It made her happy being able to work on something like this. It let her avoid her school work and the thought of those criminals. What they'd read hadn't made her very happy. According to the police reports they'd managed to get their hands on with Nick's skills, the family was once rather rich but the father and gambled everything away and was now forcing his children and wife to help him get it all back. One of the kids had left the family, wanting to go out on her own. She'd told the police everything, from her father's scandals with his company to her mother's affair with her husband's workers. They had a rough idea of where the family was staying from the report and were planning on going after them once the week had ended, on Saturday, two days from now, they would head out and begin their search in the field. For now, Nick and the others were simply doing more research while Penelope made the clothes. "Hey, Emily. What sort of style do you like? I could make something that looks like a military uniform." Penelope asked, chuckling at her offer. For some reason, she couldn't imagine the girl in anything other than a dress. "No, but if there's a specific style you want me to make, just show me a picture and I'll try my best. I'm making a blazer for myself. Simple and hopefully won't make me stick out like a sore thumb." She explained, speaking to everyone in the room.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Oooh, making costumes already? Do mine, too!" Felyse spoke up from his spot on the couch – the one that was in front of the giant computer screen where he watched the other's playing Halo – and looked up from his bag of ranch Doritos he was once so focused on. Tossing the chips to the side, he crawled his way to the back of the couch, resting his head against the palm of his hands, as he watched Penelope work her magic around the sewing machine. "I want a black hoodie with lime green patterns. Same thing with my mask; although, something that covers my whole head and faceless." Unconsciously, Felyse combed the strands of hair beneath his chosen hat-of-the-day with a hand. White with red tips – his hair stood out more than what his envisioned hero outfit ever would be. Like a watermelon snow cone amidst the tundra. There was always the option of dyeing, buuuuut that would be an attack on his individuality… also, his lazy side was opting out. As an extra precaution – and a security blanket – he got a brand new hat all picked out for mission impossible; although, truthfully, the headgear was more for aesthetic effect than anything else. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched his teammates going about. He grabbed the bag of chips and munched away. Research he could do, but planning away was a no-go; so he left that task to his more methodical comrades. "By the way, anyone got any heroic names all planned out?"</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily put her XBox controller down and turned around to look at Penelope, chuckling at her military uniform suggestion. "I don't need anything flashy," she replied. "As long as it's a comfortable, pretty dress, I'll be happy. I trust your fashion sense." She thought a moment. "Though, it could be flashy if everyone else's is," she opined. "I do like Tony Bowls." Turning to Felyse, she said, "Being hyperintelligent doesn't mean I'm hyper creative too," she replied with a chuckle. "The name is always the hardest part - not even superpowers can change that." Keeping her ears open for replies or new conversations from anyone in the room, Emily picked up her controller and turned her attention back to Halo.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled, hearing Felyse ask her to do his. "I will, I will!" She called out, smiling. She nodded to him when he told her what he wanted and stopped what she was doing to write it all down. Black hoodie, lime green patterns... full mask. She nodded her head at her notes and then turned back to her work space to begin working on her own mask. Penelope lifted a brow at Emily's remarks and chuckled. "Nah, I wasn't really going for flashing. Pretty normal, actually. Sort of like, they could pass for normal outfits only... with a mask to hide our faces. You just can't wear that specific outfit in public..." She explained, trailing off a bit. Hearing Emily reply to Felyse, Penelope decided to chime in as well. "I'm with Emily. I have no idea what to call myself. Elasti-Girl? Stretchy Chick? Rubber Lady? I'm... terrible at names. I mean, I can hardly name the characters in my works for school, much less as a nickname for myself." She replied, shaking her head as she heated plastic with a lighter to try and bend it to the shape of her face. "So, yeah. I got nothing. What about you, Portal Boy? Maybe we should call you Chel? What's a feminine version of Chel? Chad?" She offered jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Victoria suddenly spoke up. "Hey, if we're talking outfits, I want something sleek and black, with a simple eye mask." She covered her eyes with her hands, leaving holes between her fingers for her eyes. "Something that'll lead perfectly into my panther form. Oh, maybe I could be 'Black Cat'! Oh, wait, that doesn't make sense when I shift to something else, does it? Maybe just 'Dark Shift' then?" She went back to sketching in her notebook. She had a rough outline of a female figure already, with shaded areas that showed she was wearing a skin tight black suit. "But, I don't know if I'd be able to go out in public dressed like that."</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Portal Boy, Chel, Chad - Call me whatever you want. Might be fun to see every villain search for every Chad and Chel in this city." Felyse grinned at Penelope, balancing the bags of chips on one leg. "Names shouldn't be too hard. Just add Captain or some other nifty title in front of a noun and - voila! - you got something! Captain Elastic sounds fitting, no? Or iDoctor for Ems?" Lazily, he reached for the extra XBox controller next to Emilia. "Psssst, iDoctor, let me join in." "Ooooh, how about Lady Chimera, Vee? It's a dark and sexy name... or is it so sexy that it sounds villainous?" He tilted his hat way from his face and scratched his chin in thought. "Wait, won't your suit tear apart if you shift into something a big as a wildebeest?" He asked and turned to Vee, raising an eyebrow almost teasingly. "You might as well be better off wearing a bikini. Might even scare a few scofflaws."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Scoring a double kill, Emily didn't turn from the screen but listened to the conversations around her. "Elastigirl might have a problem with you using Elasti-Girl, Penelope," she called out jokingly. Glancing over at Felyse, she grinned as she remarked, "I'm just going to call you Chel anyway." Her face changed to one of mock repulsion as Felyse gave suggestions. "An Apple product? Please, spare me," she replied. Grabbing the extra XBox controller before Felyse could and waving it teasingly in front of his face, she said "You can play if iDoctor goes away" with a smile indicating she was thoroughly enjoying herself but still serious about the name. "I like Chimera though," she admitted, turning back to the screen holding out the other controller for Felyse to grab while resuming play herself with one hand. "Without the 'Lady' in front of it, I think it suits Vee nicely."</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled listening to the other talk. She, of course, had written down what the others had asked of her and was busy working on everything. By tomorrow she'd have at least two or three of them done. "Hey, I like iDoctor. It's funny even if it doesn't suit you. Then again, I'm terribad at names so the most creative thing I've got is Tech Girl. And Elastigirl can kiss my ass. I'm real, she's not. Not that I wanted to use that name anyway. Though I feel like if I call myself Captain Rubber people will make jokes I don't want them making." She spoke, snorting at her last statement. "And I agree with Emily. Chimera is a nice name for ya, Vee. It fits. Wild and crazy beast." Penelope poked fun at Vee, sticking her tongue out at the friend. She finished up her mask and set it aside to dry before working on Emily's suit. Her plan for Emily was a short red-dress accented with black lace and an ornate black belt. That is, if she could spare the concentration to make it look nice. For now, she set to work drawing up the plan. "I'm working on yours next Emily, if you want to have a look at the designs." Penelope offered, bent over the work desk drawing over a sheet of paper. Penelope had long since stripped herself of the limited fabric of her jeans and was now in a large sweater and sweatpants. The sweat pants her hiked up to her knees as she liked it that way, no matter how silly it made her look. "What about Mrs. Universe? Since Emily can sort of know anything at the top of a hat. Eh... it might not fit..." She offered, biting her lip a bit as she thought some more.</s>
<\|description\|>Orion Striphe Age: 21 Gender: Male Personality: Cold, brisk, and sharp are the three words that describes him. He's generally abrupt to most strangers, and even colder to those he dislikes. It will take a while for you to warm up to him, and vice versa. Generally keeps an aloof behavior, and never allows emotion to cloud his eyes. Can be rather teasing, however, when it suits him, and rather lazy as well. Incredibly intelligent, and skilled when he feels that it requires it. When interacting with those younger than him; children, basically, Orion will usually be kind and older-brotherly, treating them with kindness that belies his usually personality of distance and apathy. However, despite all of this, he has a relatively warm heart with friends, and when among those he likes, he cracks the occasional joke, and can even give helpful, wise advice. Background: Orion went to college to major in Visual and Performance Arts. He possesses a lean, muscular figure, and he's rather good at a variety of dancing and acrobatics - despite his usual appearance of coats and hoodies. He is a quickly advancing young man in the art of capoeira; mostly because of his flexibility and the way swaying and flipping/break-dancing comes easy to him. In general, he had a nice life ahead of him...if only he didn't hit that bottom. Loan sharks, basically. Damn mom apparently sent them his way, since he didn't be a lawyer like she wanted. Whatever. He ended up broke, and this...this would help, the man said. So...why not? He should have been more vigilant. Chosen Pill Color: Black. Other: My pool of powers are 'Telekinesis', 'Shadow Manipulation', and 'Air Manipulation'.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends -The Fresh Pot, 5:45 PM- "Thank you, come again!" Veronica said happily as the customer left. She glanced around her shop, keeping an eye on everything. It was a modest place, room enough for a few tables and a comfortable sitting area with a circle of couches, but not much else. The main room was brightly lit though, and decorated with warm colors. She stood behind the small glass top counter in front of the door to the back room, which held the kitchen and storage area, and it was a little cramped. She glanced at the clock, noticing that it was just fifteen minutes to closing. She walked out from the counter to start cleaning up. "I'm sorry," She said to a woman she assumed went to the same college as her, "I'm closing soon, so I'm going to have to ask you to start wrapping up." As the girl nodded, Vee pulled a cleaning rag from the pocket of her apron and started wiping down the other table, humming softly as she worked. Nothing relaxed her more than taking care of her shop, and it was especially important because her friends were on their way. She walked over to the sitting area to make sure there wasn't any garbage there, then dragged a low, circular table into the middle of the couches so they would have somewhere to put their drinks and plates. "Hmmm..." she hummed absently, looking at the table. Suddenly struck by inspiration, she turned and grabbed a flower pot off one of the wall shelves and put it in the middle, rotating it slightly so the flower was facing the window. "Perfect."</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope made her way to the Fresh Pot, her phone in hand. She was rereading the Professor's email, hoping she had it right and wasn't coming too late or early. She'd just let her room at the Lab, the Professor nowhere to be seen. She'd even left her TV on. She didn't really mean to but it just... sort of happened. And by the time she remember, it was too late to go back. She was far too lazy for that. She put her phone back in her hoodie pocket and pulled out a cig and lit it, puffing as she walked down the street toward the cafe. She spotted Vee cleaning up the place, the closed sign already up. Chuckling to herself, she threw her cigarette into the nearby ash-tray trashcan and walked up to the door. Instead of knocking, Penelope pushed her face up to the glass and let out a heavy breath, a goofy grin on her face. Pulling up a hand, she slapped it against the glass and pulled it down, making an aweful screeching noise.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Vee stopped looking at the flower and stared at Penelope rubbing her window. Sighing, she thought about waiting until the girl decided to try actually opening the door, but decided she would probably just keep hitting the glass instead, so walked over and pushed it open. "The door's still unlocked you know." She said in mock frustration, "I can't actually lock it from the inside and still leave, it's the only way out." She stepped aside and let the older girl in. "If anyone else forgets how to open doors, would you be so kind as to let them in?" She asked, making her way back behind the counter and entering the back room.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe His powers were interesting. He noted this as he skated down the street, passing by Farview Hall - his previous place of rest. After the little...'power fiasco', Orion had decided to move into the lab, for quite a few reasons. For one, he could practice his powers, in peace, there without anyone bothering him or pissing themselves. Secondly, the professor didn't bother him, and he didn't bother the professor. It was a nice deal. Thirdly, there was quite a few rooms in the labs, one room in particular being rather interesting; it was an exercise room, and after he dusted it out, it turned out to be rather useful and efficient. He could stretch his telekinetic powers there as well as train his physical form. Good in every way. However, he had spent the previous night at a...'friend that was also a girl's' place deeper into the campus, which is why he had to haul all of his ass down to the Cafe to meet with the others. As he skidded along the street on his black and white skateboard, sparks flying as the young man expertly hit an olly over a rolling trashcan, Orion quickly spared a glance around. No one was around. Great. A smirk twitched onto his face, and with a mental twitch, Orion was literally flying through the air, a grin on his face as he did a nimble backflip through the air, his skateboard staying perfectly in-line with his feet. He landed lightly back on the board, his telekinesis keeping the skatting instrument flying through the air as he quickly made it to the entrance of the cafe. Before anyone could notice, Orion landed on the ground, behind some bushes, with a minor crash that broke his board in half. "Eh, whatever." He whispered, still under the adrenaline rush from his minor power-flight. Taming his long, spiky, and rather feathery hair, Orion dusted dirt off of his jeans and converse before quietly going around to the front of the cafe, and opening the door. The bell alerted others of his entrance, and Orion ducked into the small shop, crystal blue eyes gazing around calmly. The young man wore his usual college clothing; slim jeans, black and white Chuck Taylor sneakers, and an untucked white dress-shirt with a black, unbuttoned blazer over it. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing the black tattoo of a crow stretching along his right forearm. "Hey." Orion greeted, mostly out of necessity, the door closing behind him, almost subconsciously. It was a training technique him and the scientist professor man worked out a few days ago. If he affected things telekinetically, without even thinking or consciously doing it, his powers would grow stronger. Like a muscle.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "I didn't forget. I just wanted to freak you out. Didn't work it seems. You're no fun." Penelope tisked, shaking her head. She walked past the blonde and took a seat at one of the bigger tables. "Why do I have to do that? I just wanna sit..." Penelope whined, leaning back with her hands behind her neck. "By the way, do you know where the Professor is? He wasn't at the lab earlier..." She asked, closing her eyes to rest. It wasn't like she was really worried, it was more like she was just making conversation. She half opened one eye when she heard the bell of the door opening and closing as Orion walked in and said hey. "Hey, loser. 'Sup?" Penelope asked, closing her eyes again, relaxing once again. Then again, if she needed to open the door, she'd probably just use her powers. She had to admit, these powers were both a blessing and a curse. It did NOT help her problem with laziness.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Just about the time that the young ladies and man still clutching a skateboard began to mingle in the quaint, yet rather gorgeous and homely in its own way, cafe they are both caught somewhat off guard by a strange whizzing noise growing slightly louder and coming to an abrupt stop. An extended flash of green and orange ending just as abruptly, thankfully decelerated by a conveniently cushioned surface. A quick cursory glance or two reveals a twitching body clad in an open green jacket somewhat engulfed at the neck up by a delightfully soft couch. And another to tell that this person must have collided rather clumsily into the now destabilized table. Wrong place at the wrong time, at least, that is what someone would think about the poor flower pot's new location. The poor poor flower pot, just finding a new home, now about to crumble from the impact. However, as fast as the figure entered is about the time that passes for a reaction. And one would say just in time, for the shaggy orange haired man was suddenly on the floor clutching the delicate pottery. "Hey there birds, looks like I'm not even the first here." The student who is now easily determined as Ferghus Gilroy stands in the center of the cafe. He makes an amiable nod towards Orion and smiles warmly "This one stays between us, yeh?" He lets out a little smirk.</s>	<\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion paused from where he had been standing by the door, hands resting in his pockets. "...Yeah, alright Gilroy." He stated in a deadbeat voice, mentally wondering what possessed the other man to make such a potentially disastrous entrance. With a shrug, Orion began heading towards the others, passing by the table and the orange-haired man, and sitting in a seat near Penelope. He was mentally hoping the 'meeting' could start soon, as there was a few things that he wanted to bring up. Well, more like one thing, but, eh, either way it goes, it was kind of important. As he waited, Orion propped his head up on a fist, while his other hand - his left one - rested on the table. at least fifty black marbles rose from out of his pocket, rotating through the air, before each of them lined up on the table, in a completely symmetrical line. Orion nudged one, and it suddenly blasted forward like a bullet, zooming past Gilroy's head and nimbly lodging itself into the keyhole of the shop's door. It then blasted out of the hole and back into the line of marbles. Orion smirked, and all fifty marbles rose into the air, a few inches above the table, forming into a large middle finger, before they were shifted and formed a crow taking flight. He often did this when he was alone- it helped him better his reflexes and agility with his telekinesis, and it was a nice way to pass time.</s>
<\|description\|>Orion Striphe Age: 21 Gender: Male Personality: Cold, brisk, and sharp are the three words that describes him. He's generally abrupt to most strangers, and even colder to those he dislikes. It will take a while for you to warm up to him, and vice versa. Generally keeps an aloof behavior, and never allows emotion to cloud his eyes. Can be rather teasing, however, when it suits him, and rather lazy as well. Incredibly intelligent, and skilled when he feels that it requires it. When interacting with those younger than him; children, basically, Orion will usually be kind and older-brotherly, treating them with kindness that belies his usually personality of distance and apathy. However, despite all of this, he has a relatively warm heart with friends, and when among those he likes, he cracks the occasional joke, and can even give helpful, wise advice. Background: Orion went to college to major in Visual and Performance Arts. He possesses a lean, muscular figure, and he's rather good at a variety of dancing and acrobatics - despite his usual appearance of coats and hoodies. He is a quickly advancing young man in the art of capoeira; mostly because of his flexibility and the way swaying and flipping/break-dancing comes easy to him. In general, he had a nice life ahead of him...if only he didn't hit that bottom. Loan sharks, basically. Damn mom apparently sent them his way, since he didn't be a lawyer like she wanted. Whatever. He ended up broke, and this...this would help, the man said. So...why not? He should have been more vigilant. Chosen Pill Color: Black. Other: My pool of powers are 'Telekinesis', 'Shadow Manipulation', and 'Air Manipulation'.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright With quite a bit to take in all at once, Penelope sort of glanced about the room, trying take it all in at once. Ferg's reply, Emily's entrance and remark, Felyse's more interesting entrance, Nick's sleezebag side showing, Ferg's question about Rohrbach, Vee's coffee and pie, Dominic's entrance, and Heather's rather surprisingly nice greeting. "I'm not sure where the professor is, Ferg, or what sort of plot he's scheming now." She replied, sipping the coffee placed before her between breaths. "Oh, and hey everyone. Heather, you're looking much better today. Now that you're inside, wanna show us those pretty eyes and take off your sunglasses? It's kinda rude, yanno." She spoke, turning to face the blonde. She, despite her tone, had a slight smile on her face. Chuckling to herself, she sat back and picked up her fork, digging into the pie. She pulled the delicious hunk of sugar to her mouth and chomped down, savoring the sweet taste. As always, Vee was going to make her fat. "Vee, you're ganna ma'e me fath." Penelope told her friend, though she'd never admit it, with a mouth full of food. That was why she couldn't stay around Vee too long, she'd gain ten pounds within the first week of living with someone like her. She preferred living at the lab with the others, keeping her stomach full with ramen and other typical college type foods. "Stho..." Penelope began, swallowing the food in her mouth. "When exactly is the professor suppose to get here? Does anyone know?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion had been completely silent the entire time, content to just listen and nurse his own cup of tea. The warmth from the mug almost brought a smile out of the college student, but with surprisingly a large amount of self-control, he barely managed to not smile for 'no reason', opting instead to bring his cup up and take a nice, long, and quiet sip of the hot, amber liquid. As the conversation began to be sent into the direction of the missing professor, Orion finally glanced up, his sapphire blue eyes rather lazy and half-lidded. "No idea. I wasn't at the lab last night, so...maybe he got a date?" It was a random guess, but the professor was a lonely little man, so who knew? Maybe he did get a date, and had spent the night at his date's house. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. Some girls liked the nervous, old, and geeky type. Or not... "Maybe not. Anyone have his phone-number?" Orion finally flicked a wrist, and all of the marbles formed a sort of marching line, falling into his left hand, where he quickly pocketed the objects.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren't you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol' me?" Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man's upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place. "Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else," Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man's last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. "But, I can't give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~." He softly sang under his breath. Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn't do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name. Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. "Nope. Didn't see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?" Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Rather unfortunately for Emily, it seemed painfully obvious since their first meeting that someone was already trying to make moves on her. And also rather unfortunately for Emily, that someone was not someone she had the slightest interest in even getting too close to - a fact made poignant by his contributions from both sides of his body. Fortunately, they came from his perch on the couch and not right next to her. Still, she wasn't the type to be rude. "It took me 4 minutes and 52 seconds to walk here," she replied, having listened to "Children of the Moon" so many times that she knew its exact length. "I think I'm ok," she finished, giving him a small polite smile. Turning to listen to the conversation about the professor's whereabouts, she replied to Orion's question about his phone number. "I could find it," she offered. She was used to the intelligence thing but not quite used to the technology manipulation thing yet, but she still knew that it wouldn't be very hard to track down the professor's number in a matter of seconds via her phone.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy "I'm telling yeh, I searched the place top from bottom and the ol' scatterbrain wasn't to be seen." Taking a moment to lightly tap the spot where the whimsical candy lover had just popped out from. And with a smirk directed toward Felyse he spoke, "Yeah, well maybe yeh should try and improve yer aim a bit? No harm done though, I guess we're all learning still." Glancing around at all the new arrivals made the Irishman feel more at ease. Rohrbach wouldn't keep them all waiting in the cafe all night, would he? Maybe it was a social experiment, to see how we would all get along? Or maybe Ferghus was just over looking it. The somewhat distracted man shot a quick smile toward Emily"It would be worth a shot, yeah bird?" He responded quick to the idea that she could locate the number, or at the very least attempt to. Ferghus mind filled with memories of attempted phone calls to the professor before, not a single one found their way to his ears. Adjusting his green jacket and loose-fitting black tie, it was a style he loved, he head toward the pot to pour himself a nice steaming cup of black. Ferghus felt rather ashamed that he hadn't known so much about most of the other participants that hadn't decided to stay in the labs. So he made an effort to walk around chatting about menial things, gauging their personalities. The Irishman finally moseyed on back to the couch that he had earlier planted himself within and sat next to the rather snide looking Nick. Glancing around the cafe and its bustle Ferghus fixed his attention on the marching orbs that Orion was controlling before placing them back within a pocket. He had an idea for a little game to pass the time. In an obviously joking manner Ferghus spoke intended at Orion, "Hey porcupine head! Lets see if you can blast those marbles quicker than I can catch 'em. Oh and try and aim for the couch, don't wanna break nothing ya know?" Sure he was playing around, but deep down Ferghus wanted to test his ability, besides he and Orion had been going at it ever since they had first awakened their powers.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "If you boys are going to play with dangerous things, do it outside." Vee admonished, coming back into the room with more pie and coffee for the late arrivals. Sighing, she pulled the apron from around her neck and tossed it lazily back onto the counter, collapsing onto on of the free couches. She had forgotten to pour herself a cup of coffee, and she didn't feel like getting back up for one, so she settled for complaining. "I'm tired. I'm sure the professor will be here though, guys, we just have to be patient." She rolled to the side and just before she was laying completely down she shifted to her favorite form: a sleek black jaguar. A deep purr rumbled from her throat as she laid across the couch, her head resting on the arm. She continued purring until her far more sensitive animal nose picked up what her human nose had missed under the smells of coffee and sweets, and her purr turned into a a growl as she buried her nose in the cushion.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "Him? A date?" Penelope asked Orion, letting out an short chuckled. "That would be the day." She continued, shaking her head. "But seriously, I feel like I barely know the dude. I wish he'd talk to us a bit more..." She added. Penelope turned to look at Emily, hearing her offer. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nah, I think he'd just be annoyed by it. Better just to wait. I was just curious." She chuckled as she heard Ferghus call out to Orion and then Vee's addition. She lifted her arm, letting her hand snake through the obstacles between her and Vee and gave the black cat a few light pats. "Good kitty." She teased, laughing. "Anyone taking Richer this semester?" Penelope asked absentmindedly while petting Vee. "He was being super annoying in class today. Kept yelling about random stuff, as if we weren't listening. I mean, the dude's a lunatic." She complained, pulling her hand back.</s>	<\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion rather liked the thought of the mini-game, but he didn't let the orange-haired Irishman know that. Sitting back in his chair and mentally going over the things that have been said; mostly about the professor, the black-haired young man nodded and shrugged, all at the same time. Because he could do that. "I have a bunch of no-name teachers. It should be smooth sailing from here." His voice was as calm as ever, even as he ignored Vee's warnings and took out around twenty marbles. Rolling them onto the table, Orion tilted his head slightly, narrowing his crystal blue eyes. His voice was rather distracted as he talked. "Just slap him with an elongated boob. That'll show him." He flicked his finger, and smirked as five of the marbles suddenly blasted towards Felyse, only a little slower than a bullet. Orion leaned back and rose one finger, and five more marbles circulated the digit. With only a push of the mind, one more blasted forward, a bit faster than the other five. He trusted the other man's agility and reflexes, however. If he got hit? Well...that was on him. It's what he would've deserved for interrupting Orion's sleeping time...every....fucking...night at the lab. Orion's face broke out into a rather large, evil grin that only happened when he was thinking evil thoughts.</s>
<\|description\|>Emily Clarke Age: 22 Gender: Female Personality: Emily goes through life at a relaxed pace, even when everyone around her is in a rush. She leaves no page unturned and no decision unplanned, quietly confident in herself and those around her. She is very logical and doesn't bring attention to herself, yet she enjoys the finer things in life and is thus commonly seen wearing...well, things like in her picture. She practices tai chi and is known to meditate on occasion. All this doesn't mean she has no sense of humor, however; she's always searching for a song to sing and a laugh to share. Background: Emily had an idyllic upbringing, raised in the suburbs by an upper middle class family. She quickly decided to refuse financial assistance from anyone (especially her parents), viewing "old money" as undeserved. When old enough to work, she started from scratch, working anywhere that would hire her. A string of jobs including receptionist jobs, a long stint at Chipotle and the occasional modeling gig eventually earned her enough money to afford higher education, and she enrolled in college as soon as she could. Studying to become an architect, she now works a part-time job as a receptionist for the university. Although she has a steady flow of income, the lucrative nature of Project Olympia combined with her scientific "why not?" conclusion drew her to the experiment. Chosen Pill Color: Maroon Other: Emily can often be found with headphones on her ears. She usually serenades herself to the sweet sounds of the Alan Parsons Project, and enjoys singing despite never taking any lessons or being in choir.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends -The Fresh Pot, 5:45 PM- "Thank you, come again!" Veronica said happily as the customer left. She glanced around her shop, keeping an eye on everything. It was a modest place, room enough for a few tables and a comfortable sitting area with a circle of couches, but not much else. The main room was brightly lit though, and decorated with warm colors. She stood behind the small glass top counter in front of the door to the back room, which held the kitchen and storage area, and it was a little cramped. She glanced at the clock, noticing that it was just fifteen minutes to closing. She walked out from the counter to start cleaning up. "I'm sorry," She said to a woman she assumed went to the same college as her, "I'm closing soon, so I'm going to have to ask you to start wrapping up." As the girl nodded, Vee pulled a cleaning rag from the pocket of her apron and started wiping down the other table, humming softly as she worked. Nothing relaxed her more than taking care of her shop, and it was especially important because her friends were on their way. She walked over to the sitting area to make sure there wasn't any garbage there, then dragged a low, circular table into the middle of the couches so they would have somewhere to put their drinks and plates. "Hmmm..." she hummed absently, looking at the table. Suddenly struck by inspiration, she turned and grabbed a flower pot off one of the wall shelves and put it in the middle, rotating it slightly so the flower was facing the window. "Perfect."</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope made her way to the Fresh Pot, her phone in hand. She was rereading the Professor's email, hoping she had it right and wasn't coming too late or early. She'd just let her room at the Lab, the Professor nowhere to be seen. She'd even left her TV on. She didn't really mean to but it just... sort of happened. And by the time she remember, it was too late to go back. She was far too lazy for that. She put her phone back in her hoodie pocket and pulled out a cig and lit it, puffing as she walked down the street toward the cafe. She spotted Vee cleaning up the place, the closed sign already up. Chuckling to herself, she threw her cigarette into the nearby ash-tray trashcan and walked up to the door. Instead of knocking, Penelope pushed her face up to the glass and let out a heavy breath, a goofy grin on her face. Pulling up a hand, she slapped it against the glass and pulled it down, making an aweful screeching noise.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Vee stopped looking at the flower and stared at Penelope rubbing her window. Sighing, she thought about waiting until the girl decided to try actually opening the door, but decided she would probably just keep hitting the glass instead, so walked over and pushed it open. "The door's still unlocked you know." She said in mock frustration, "I can't actually lock it from the inside and still leave, it's the only way out." She stepped aside and let the older girl in. "If anyone else forgets how to open doors, would you be so kind as to let them in?" She asked, making her way back behind the counter and entering the back room.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe His powers were interesting. He noted this as he skated down the street, passing by Farview Hall - his previous place of rest. After the little...'power fiasco', Orion had decided to move into the lab, for quite a few reasons. For one, he could practice his powers, in peace, there without anyone bothering him or pissing themselves. Secondly, the professor didn't bother him, and he didn't bother the professor. It was a nice deal. Thirdly, there was quite a few rooms in the labs, one room in particular being rather interesting; it was an exercise room, and after he dusted it out, it turned out to be rather useful and efficient. He could stretch his telekinetic powers there as well as train his physical form. Good in every way. However, he had spent the previous night at a...'friend that was also a girl's' place deeper into the campus, which is why he had to haul all of his ass down to the Cafe to meet with the others. As he skidded along the street on his black and white skateboard, sparks flying as the young man expertly hit an olly over a rolling trashcan, Orion quickly spared a glance around. No one was around. Great. A smirk twitched onto his face, and with a mental twitch, Orion was literally flying through the air, a grin on his face as he did a nimble backflip through the air, his skateboard staying perfectly in-line with his feet. He landed lightly back on the board, his telekinesis keeping the skatting instrument flying through the air as he quickly made it to the entrance of the cafe. Before anyone could notice, Orion landed on the ground, behind some bushes, with a minor crash that broke his board in half. "Eh, whatever." He whispered, still under the adrenaline rush from his minor power-flight. Taming his long, spiky, and rather feathery hair, Orion dusted dirt off of his jeans and converse before quietly going around to the front of the cafe, and opening the door. The bell alerted others of his entrance, and Orion ducked into the small shop, crystal blue eyes gazing around calmly. The young man wore his usual college clothing; slim jeans, black and white Chuck Taylor sneakers, and an untucked white dress-shirt with a black, unbuttoned blazer over it. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing the black tattoo of a crow stretching along his right forearm. "Hey." Orion greeted, mostly out of necessity, the door closing behind him, almost subconsciously. It was a training technique him and the scientist professor man worked out a few days ago. If he affected things telekinetically, without even thinking or consciously doing it, his powers would grow stronger. Like a muscle.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "I didn't forget. I just wanted to freak you out. Didn't work it seems. You're no fun." Penelope tisked, shaking her head. She walked past the blonde and took a seat at one of the bigger tables. "Why do I have to do that? I just wanna sit..." Penelope whined, leaning back with her hands behind her neck. "By the way, do you know where the Professor is? He wasn't at the lab earlier..." She asked, closing her eyes to rest. It wasn't like she was really worried, it was more like she was just making conversation. She half opened one eye when she heard the bell of the door opening and closing as Orion walked in and said hey. "Hey, loser. 'Sup?" Penelope asked, closing her eyes again, relaxing once again. Then again, if she needed to open the door, she'd probably just use her powers. She had to admit, these powers were both a blessing and a curse. It did NOT help her problem with laziness.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Just about the time that the young ladies and man still clutching a skateboard began to mingle in the quaint, yet rather gorgeous and homely in its own way, cafe they are both caught somewhat off guard by a strange whizzing noise growing slightly louder and coming to an abrupt stop. An extended flash of green and orange ending just as abruptly, thankfully decelerated by a conveniently cushioned surface. A quick cursory glance or two reveals a twitching body clad in an open green jacket somewhat engulfed at the neck up by a delightfully soft couch. And another to tell that this person must have collided rather clumsily into the now destabilized table. Wrong place at the wrong time, at least, that is what someone would think about the poor flower pot's new location. The poor poor flower pot, just finding a new home, now about to crumble from the impact. However, as fast as the figure entered is about the time that passes for a reaction. And one would say just in time, for the shaggy orange haired man was suddenly on the floor clutching the delicate pottery. "Hey there birds, looks like I'm not even the first here." The student who is now easily determined as Ferghus Gilroy stands in the center of the cafe. He makes an amiable nod towards Orion and smiles warmly "This one stays between us, yeh?" He lets out a little smirk.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion paused from where he had been standing by the door, hands resting in his pockets. "...Yeah, alright Gilroy." He stated in a deadbeat voice, mentally wondering what possessed the other man to make such a potentially disastrous entrance. With a shrug, Orion began heading towards the others, passing by the table and the orange-haired man, and sitting in a seat near Penelope. He was mentally hoping the 'meeting' could start soon, as there was a few things that he wanted to bring up. Well, more like one thing, but, eh, either way it goes, it was kind of important. As he waited, Orion propped his head up on a fist, while his other hand - his left one - rested on the table. at least fifty black marbles rose from out of his pocket, rotating through the air, before each of them lined up on the table, in a completely symmetrical line. Orion nudged one, and it suddenly blasted forward like a bullet, zooming past Gilroy's head and nimbly lodging itself into the keyhole of the shop's door. It then blasted out of the hole and back into the line of marbles. Orion smirked, and all fifty marbles rose into the air, a few inches above the table, forming into a large middle finger, before they were shifted and formed a crow taking flight. He often did this when he was alone- it helped him better his reflexes and agility with his telekinesis, and it was a nice way to pass time.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope's eyes widened as Ferghus made his entrance. "Well, that was subtle..." She murmured, shaking her head slightly. To his question, she shrugged. "That's Vee's business, not mine." She explained in matter of fact way. Realizing that Orion had ignored her, she turned her head slightly to glare at him. "Hey! Don't ignore me, loser!" She called out, hitting Orion on the shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to really start anything, but it wasn't a tap either. "I'm trying to make conversation here, doofus!" She told him, putting a scowl on her face. After a while, she chuckled slightly. "You should stop playing with your small balls and socialize." She joked, raising a brow at him. "Anyway, 'Sup with you, Ginger?" Penelope asked, turning back to look at Ferghus.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Even with the enhanced reflexes that came with the pill the doc gave him Ferghus was still surprised with the dire speed at which the marble whizzed past him. With a look of astonishment that quickly turned into a smirk he spoke directing himself towards the others, "This is a lovely little shop, it'd really be a shame if you had hit the panes, you wouldn't wanna hurt poor old Vee's lively hood now would ya? Ehh, I guess there is no helping it." Ferghus quickly took a seat on the couch that he had been planted head first in earlier and spoke again, this time directed at Penelope "Oh you know, guess you could say I've been running circles around yeh smokes, but in all seriousness,'fraid I'm a bit worried about the doc, wasn't even around the labs, and now that I think of it, neither were you Striphe. You two plotting something we should know about?" The relaxed man finally spotted a glance towards Veronica, clearly he and Orion have been driving each other bananas in the lab, and gave another warm smile, a gesture that he often resorts to.</s>	<\|message\|>Emily Clarke "Pay no attention to the writing on the wall. The words seem empty 'cause there's nothing there at all." The smooth sounds of the Alan Parsons Project filled Emily's ears as she walked down the street. She walked at a relaxed pace but with purpose, eager to chat with her new friends from the Project, as she generally called it. As she listened to the album she had heard so many times before, she considered how the others had reacted to their pills' effects. After she had taken her own maroon pill, there had been no discomfort. All that she had felt was surprise that suddenly she understood more than she had before. Of course, when she discovered the other side effect it was a little different. It's hard to remain calm when you think about wanting food and your TV turns on that instant and flips to the Food Network. Unfortunately for Emily, all of these thoughts occurred very quickly and no noticeable amount of time had passed. No matter, though; the cafe was just around the corner. Reaching the entrance just as "Children of the Moon" concluded, she paused the album from her phone, put her headphones around her neck and entered the Fresh Pot in a way 100% opposite from the Irishman's moments earlier. Opening the door and walking in, she beheld the four that were already there. "Hey!" she said to everybody/nobody in particular, and sat down at the table with Penelope and Orion after giving a glancing smile to Ferghus on the couch. "I see nobody's died yet," she remarked jokingly.</s>
<\|description\|>Emily Clarke Age: 22 Gender: Female Personality: Emily goes through life at a relaxed pace, even when everyone around her is in a rush. She leaves no page unturned and no decision unplanned, quietly confident in herself and those around her. She is very logical and doesn't bring attention to herself, yet she enjoys the finer things in life and is thus commonly seen wearing...well, things like in her picture. She practices tai chi and is known to meditate on occasion. All this doesn't mean she has no sense of humor, however; she's always searching for a song to sing and a laugh to share. Background: Emily had an idyllic upbringing, raised in the suburbs by an upper middle class family. She quickly decided to refuse financial assistance from anyone (especially her parents), viewing "old money" as undeserved. When old enough to work, she started from scratch, working anywhere that would hire her. A string of jobs including receptionist jobs, a long stint at Chipotle and the occasional modeling gig eventually earned her enough money to afford higher education, and she enrolled in college as soon as she could. Studying to become an architect, she now works a part-time job as a receptionist for the university. Although she has a steady flow of income, the lucrative nature of Project Olympia combined with her scientific "why not?" conclusion drew her to the experiment. Chosen Pill Color: Maroon Other: Emily can often be found with headphones on her ears. She usually serenades herself to the sweet sounds of the Alan Parsons Project, and enjoys singing despite never taking any lessons or being in choir.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy With a sigh that seemed to be a mix of relief and yet a feeling of hopelessness for his comrades Ferghus removed his arms from behind his head, placing a single amiable arm around the new arrival's shoulder he spoke, as if to ignore Nick's earlier name game, "Those are bad for yeh little Nicky, get outta it." With a friendly pat on the antagonist's back the Irishman stood up, nodding to Felyse so as to say, "One moment" "But if it isn't too much trouble Vee, I could go for a nice hot pot of black." Relinquishing another typical grin he scanned the room again and finally to the boy dangling below him. With a shrug Ferghus spoke in a rather hushed tone, "One of these days yer gonna open up right below meh there Felyse. And yeh can't help but freak me out all the time can yeh?" Finally he lowered himself to the cafe floor in order to grasp the younger boy's arm. "Yeh know I don't like candy." He spoke so that only the boy half-way intersected by the floor could hear him. As if to no one in particular Ferghus spoke again, reiterating his statement about the professor, "Now that more of us are here, the doc hasn't been around lately, which strikes me as odd. Now I'm not such the type to worry, but I've never seen 'im leave beyont." adding with a shrug, "Ehh, there's nothing for it."</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Veronica's voice wafted from the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" She said, and a few moments later backed out of the door, balancing several plates on her forearms and hands. She walked carefully so as not to drop them, and laid them on the counter before reaching for a fresh pot of coffee. She grabbed several large mugs on her way out from behind the counter and set them down on the table between the couches. "Here we go," She said, pouring the black liquid into each mug. She set each mug in front of someone, crossing the room to give one to Penelope, then returned to the main table with a basket of cream and sugar. "You know I don't serve alcohol here, Nick. This is a Cafe, not a bar." She reprimanded, going back for the plates. One by one, she placed a fresh slice of black and blueberry pie in front of everyone. "There," She said smiling. "I just took it out of the oven, so it's still a bit hot. Let me know what you think."</s> <\|message\|>Dominic Sinclair Dominic's eyes flew open, the ceiling of his dorm greeting him. He instantly realized that his "twenty minute nap" lasted a lot longer than he expected. Dominic rolled over, put on his glasses, and glanced at the alarm clock that sat upon the squat fridge next to his bed. 5:50. Shit. Not only did he sleep through PolySci, but he guessed he was going to be the last one down at the Fresh Pot. Still he just layed in bed, the events in the recent past playing over again in his mind. A smile slowly spread on his face, he had signed up for a medical trial and received superpowers. It was pretty awesome, and went a lot better than Dominic expected it to. After reminiscing for a few moments Dom rose from his bed and freshened up a bit and grabbed his phone and earbuds before heading out the door. Dominic exited the Taggart Complex and immediately set off towards the Fresh Pot. While other's had taken the professor's offer to bunk at the lab, Dominic had insisted on remaining on campus. His deadbeat roomie had finally dropped out, meaning (at least for this semester) he had their double space all to himself. After a short walk he finally arrived at his destination, but looking in the window he saw his hunch of being one of the lasts ones to arrive was correct. Vee was already passing out snacks to Penelope, Orion, Ferghus, Emily, and Felyse. Even Nick had decided to grace the cafe with his presence. "Heeeeey everybody," Dominic said as he walked in the door, "Looks like the whole famn damily is almost here!" He made his way over to the couches, and settled into one that wasn't currently occupied by Ferghus and Nick. "Vee, if its not too much trouble could I get set up with some of that coffee you're handing everyone else?"</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather had been dreading the encounter all day. The reminder was there in the back of her mind during her morning run, through all her classes, through the lunch she barely touched. Amy and Jessica had noticed her quietness angry silence, assumed she was just PMSing and did not try to stir her from her mood. It was probably better that way, there was no way they would understand and heather couldn't half believe it herself. They parted at three, Heather trying not to appear bothered by her friends' departure to the training annex Instead, she started toward apartment 214 to wait out the remainder of her time until the big meeting. There was much Heather was not looking forward at this meeting, it seems unlike the rest of the gang, Heather was not very thrilled to have this "gift" forced on her. It was the sensation that alerted Heather to something being wrong the night after she took the little red pill. There was a sensation in her chest, like a powerful pulsing. Then the currents had spread through her body, it felt like hot insects crawling under her skin. In a panic, Heather had tried to call someone for help. The moment her hand grasped her white and gold smartphone, it was drained of all its battery life and it felt as if Heather had fed the pulsing in her chest. Then an explosion of electricity appeared from her finger tips, shattering glass across the room and making the air heavy with the energy. The good doctor tried to explain to Heather what she became, and what he expected of her but the moment he told Heather he would not change her back; she gave in to her temper and would hear nothing more of his experiment. It didn't help that this crazy doctor kept dropping words like "Fate" and "hero" and that he expected Heather to fight crime. She told Doc to "fuck off" and stormed out of the lab. That was days ago. Heather reflected back on that day and her outburst as she walked toward "The Fresh Pot." She was a little ashamed to fly off the handle like she did, but Heather still felt so unsure about this new power. She hadn't used it since it surfaced, going to great lengths to avoid anything that would give her a charge. Heather had ignored all of Rohrbach's calls and emails for a number of reasons. But when Heather chanced the safety of her laptop and saw email about the meeting, she knew she had to attend. Heather walked into the Fresh Pot, sunglasses still over her eyes, and notices she is one of the last to arrive. "Hello everyone." Heather fixes the crowd with a polite smile, which was an improvement compared to her behavior at the last meeting. She found a seat at a table on the edge of the group, still unsure where she fit or if she was welcome. They all seem so over the moon about this project, Heather couldn't see why. She felt the sensation under her skin again, but Heather clasp her hands together and ignored it.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright With quite a bit to take in all at once, Penelope sort of glanced about the room, trying take it all in at once. Ferg's reply, Emily's entrance and remark, Felyse's more interesting entrance, Nick's sleezebag side showing, Ferg's question about Rohrbach, Vee's coffee and pie, Dominic's entrance, and Heather's rather surprisingly nice greeting. "I'm not sure where the professor is, Ferg, or what sort of plot he's scheming now." She replied, sipping the coffee placed before her between breaths. "Oh, and hey everyone. Heather, you're looking much better today. Now that you're inside, wanna show us those pretty eyes and take off your sunglasses? It's kinda rude, yanno." She spoke, turning to face the blonde. She, despite her tone, had a slight smile on her face. Chuckling to herself, she sat back and picked up her fork, digging into the pie. She pulled the delicious hunk of sugar to her mouth and chomped down, savoring the sweet taste. As always, Vee was going to make her fat. "Vee, you're ganna ma'e me fath." Penelope told her friend, though she'd never admit it, with a mouth full of food. That was why she couldn't stay around Vee too long, she'd gain ten pounds within the first week of living with someone like her. She preferred living at the lab with the others, keeping her stomach full with ramen and other typical college type foods. "Stho..." Penelope began, swallowing the food in her mouth. "When exactly is the professor suppose to get here? Does anyone know?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion had been completely silent the entire time, content to just listen and nurse his own cup of tea. The warmth from the mug almost brought a smile out of the college student, but with surprisingly a large amount of self-control, he barely managed to not smile for 'no reason', opting instead to bring his cup up and take a nice, long, and quiet sip of the hot, amber liquid. As the conversation began to be sent into the direction of the missing professor, Orion finally glanced up, his sapphire blue eyes rather lazy and half-lidded. "No idea. I wasn't at the lab last night, so...maybe he got a date?" It was a random guess, but the professor was a lonely little man, so who knew? Maybe he did get a date, and had spent the night at his date's house. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. Some girls liked the nervous, old, and geeky type. Or not... "Maybe not. Anyone have his phone-number?" Orion finally flicked a wrist, and all of the marbles formed a sort of marching line, falling into his left hand, where he quickly pocketed the objects.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren't you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol' me?" Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man's upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place. "Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else," Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man's last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. "But, I can't give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~." He softly sang under his breath. Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn't do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name. Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. "Nope. Didn't see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?" Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.</s>	<\|message\|>Emily Clarke Rather unfortunately for Emily, it seemed painfully obvious since their first meeting that someone was already trying to make moves on her. And also rather unfortunately for Emily, that someone was not someone she had the slightest interest in even getting too close to - a fact made poignant by his contributions from both sides of his body. Fortunately, they came from his perch on the couch and not right next to her. Still, she wasn't the type to be rude. "It took me 4 minutes and 52 seconds to walk here," she replied, having listened to "Children of the Moon" so many times that she knew its exact length. "I think I'm ok," she finished, giving him a small polite smile. Turning to listen to the conversation about the professor's whereabouts, she replied to Orion's question about his phone number. "I could find it," she offered. She was used to the intelligence thing but not quite used to the technology manipulation thing yet, but she still knew that it wouldn't be very hard to track down the professor's number in a matter of seconds via her phone.</s>
<\|description\|>Emily Clarke Age: 22 Gender: Female Personality: Emily goes through life at a relaxed pace, even when everyone around her is in a rush. She leaves no page unturned and no decision unplanned, quietly confident in herself and those around her. She is very logical and doesn't bring attention to herself, yet she enjoys the finer things in life and is thus commonly seen wearing...well, things like in her picture. She practices tai chi and is known to meditate on occasion. All this doesn't mean she has no sense of humor, however; she's always searching for a song to sing and a laugh to share. Background: Emily had an idyllic upbringing, raised in the suburbs by an upper middle class family. She quickly decided to refuse financial assistance from anyone (especially her parents), viewing "old money" as undeserved. When old enough to work, she started from scratch, working anywhere that would hire her. A string of jobs including receptionist jobs, a long stint at Chipotle and the occasional modeling gig eventually earned her enough money to afford higher education, and she enrolled in college as soon as she could. Studying to become an architect, she now works a part-time job as a receptionist for the university. Although she has a steady flow of income, the lucrative nature of Project Olympia combined with her scientific "why not?" conclusion drew her to the experiment. Chosen Pill Color: Maroon Other: Emily can often be found with headphones on her ears. She usually serenades herself to the sweet sounds of the Alan Parsons Project, and enjoys singing despite never taking any lessons or being in choir.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Oooh, making costumes already? Do mine, too!" Felyse spoke up from his spot on the couch – the one that was in front of the giant computer screen where he watched the other's playing Halo – and looked up from his bag of ranch Doritos he was once so focused on. Tossing the chips to the side, he crawled his way to the back of the couch, resting his head against the palm of his hands, as he watched Penelope work her magic around the sewing machine. "I want a black hoodie with lime green patterns. Same thing with my mask; although, something that covers my whole head and faceless." Unconsciously, Felyse combed the strands of hair beneath his chosen hat-of-the-day with a hand. White with red tips – his hair stood out more than what his envisioned hero outfit ever would be. Like a watermelon snow cone amidst the tundra. There was always the option of dyeing, buuuuut that would be an attack on his individuality… also, his lazy side was opting out. As an extra precaution – and a security blanket – he got a brand new hat all picked out for mission impossible; although, truthfully, the headgear was more for aesthetic effect than anything else. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched his teammates going about. He grabbed the bag of chips and munched away. Research he could do, but planning away was a no-go; so he left that task to his more methodical comrades. "By the way, anyone got any heroic names all planned out?"</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily put her XBox controller down and turned around to look at Penelope, chuckling at her military uniform suggestion. "I don't need anything flashy," she replied. "As long as it's a comfortable, pretty dress, I'll be happy. I trust your fashion sense." She thought a moment. "Though, it could be flashy if everyone else's is," she opined. "I do like Tony Bowls." Turning to Felyse, she said, "Being hyperintelligent doesn't mean I'm hyper creative too," she replied with a chuckle. "The name is always the hardest part - not even superpowers can change that." Keeping her ears open for replies or new conversations from anyone in the room, Emily picked up her controller and turned her attention back to Halo.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled, hearing Felyse ask her to do his. "I will, I will!" She called out, smiling. She nodded to him when he told her what he wanted and stopped what she was doing to write it all down. Black hoodie, lime green patterns... full mask. She nodded her head at her notes and then turned back to her work space to begin working on her own mask. Penelope lifted a brow at Emily's remarks and chuckled. "Nah, I wasn't really going for flashing. Pretty normal, actually. Sort of like, they could pass for normal outfits only... with a mask to hide our faces. You just can't wear that specific outfit in public..." She explained, trailing off a bit. Hearing Emily reply to Felyse, Penelope decided to chime in as well. "I'm with Emily. I have no idea what to call myself. Elasti-Girl? Stretchy Chick? Rubber Lady? I'm... terrible at names. I mean, I can hardly name the characters in my works for school, much less as a nickname for myself." She replied, shaking her head as she heated plastic with a lighter to try and bend it to the shape of her face. "So, yeah. I got nothing. What about you, Portal Boy? Maybe we should call you Chel? What's a feminine version of Chel? Chad?" She offered jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Victoria suddenly spoke up. "Hey, if we're talking outfits, I want something sleek and black, with a simple eye mask." She covered her eyes with her hands, leaving holes between her fingers for her eyes. "Something that'll lead perfectly into my panther form. Oh, maybe I could be 'Black Cat'! Oh, wait, that doesn't make sense when I shift to something else, does it? Maybe just 'Dark Shift' then?" She went back to sketching in her notebook. She had a rough outline of a female figure already, with shaded areas that showed she was wearing a skin tight black suit. "But, I don't know if I'd be able to go out in public dressed like that."</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Portal Boy, Chel, Chad - Call me whatever you want. Might be fun to see every villain search for every Chad and Chel in this city." Felyse grinned at Penelope, balancing the bags of chips on one leg. "Names shouldn't be too hard. Just add Captain or some other nifty title in front of a noun and - voila! - you got something! Captain Elastic sounds fitting, no? Or iDoctor for Ems?" Lazily, he reached for the extra XBox controller next to Emilia. "Psssst, iDoctor, let me join in." "Ooooh, how about Lady Chimera, Vee? It's a dark and sexy name... or is it so sexy that it sounds villainous?" He tilted his hat way from his face and scratched his chin in thought. "Wait, won't your suit tear apart if you shift into something a big as a wildebeest?" He asked and turned to Vee, raising an eyebrow almost teasingly. "You might as well be better off wearing a bikini. Might even scare a few scofflaws."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Scoring a double kill, Emily didn't turn from the screen but listened to the conversations around her. "Elastigirl might have a problem with you using Elasti-Girl, Penelope," she called out jokingly. Glancing over at Felyse, she grinned as she remarked, "I'm just going to call you Chel anyway." Her face changed to one of mock repulsion as Felyse gave suggestions. "An Apple product? Please, spare me," she replied. Grabbing the extra XBox controller before Felyse could and waving it teasingly in front of his face, she said "You can play if iDoctor goes away" with a smile indicating she was thoroughly enjoying herself but still serious about the name. "I like Chimera though," she admitted, turning back to the screen holding out the other controller for Felyse to grab while resuming play herself with one hand. "Without the 'Lady' in front of it, I think it suits Vee nicely."</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled listening to the other talk. She, of course, had written down what the others had asked of her and was busy working on everything. By tomorrow she'd have at least two or three of them done. "Hey, I like iDoctor. It's funny even if it doesn't suit you. Then again, I'm terribad at names so the most creative thing I've got is Tech Girl. And Elastigirl can kiss my ass. I'm real, she's not. Not that I wanted to use that name anyway. Though I feel like if I call myself Captain Rubber people will make jokes I don't want them making." She spoke, snorting at her last statement. "And I agree with Emily. Chimera is a nice name for ya, Vee. It fits. Wild and crazy beast." Penelope poked fun at Vee, sticking her tongue out at the friend. She finished up her mask and set it aside to dry before working on Emily's suit. Her plan for Emily was a short red-dress accented with black lace and an ornate black belt. That is, if she could spare the concentration to make it look nice. For now, she set to work drawing up the plan. "I'm working on yours next Emily, if you want to have a look at the designs." Penelope offered, bent over the work desk drawing over a sheet of paper. Penelope had long since stripped herself of the limited fabric of her jeans and was now in a large sweater and sweatpants. The sweat pants her hiked up to her knees as she liked it that way, no matter how silly it made her look. "What about Mrs. Universe? Since Emily can sort of know anything at the top of a hat. Eh... it might not fit..." She offered, biting her lip a bit as she thought some more.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather was seated on one of the forgotten couches, her feet curled under her and her body was slightly hunch over a large smartphone resting in her lap. She swipes halfheartedly through through an endless feed of photos and self involved statuses from her friends and classmates. Even if she seem totally involved in her phone, Heather's mind was more concern with the upcoming mission. She tried examine the situation with a calmness that Heather was used to, but there was still a small feeling of fear. With a sigh, Heather tries to focus on the chatter around her. This should be the fun part, the part were the ragtag group designs a identity for themselves. Costumes wold be created, and names will be decided in an effort to complete the illusion of heroism. Heather peeks up from her screen to observe the group grow more involved with giving out names. She does speak up with any ideas of her own, but she instead thinks up possible names for herself. Given her ability, Heather would have plenty of names to pick from. Bolt and Surge would not do, and sparks just sounded lame. "Maybe voltage." Heather speaks out, mostly to herself but also to whoever happen to be listening in the room. "I kinda like voltage, could tack a 'Mis.' Or 'lady."" She says with a shrug.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "I like the dark motif though. I think I'll go with 'Dark Chimera'. Has a nice, mysterious ring to it." Vee put the finishing touches on her sketch and passed it to Penelope. "Here, what do you think?" The outfit was simple, a tight, form fitting black suit covered the body, complete with gloves and boots. The mask was equally economic, just a black eye mask to hid her identity. There were, however, two extravagant details to the costume, a trailing sewn in scarf and a utility belt of sorts around the waist. Her measurements were penned into the corner of the drawing. "Hey, how about 'Blue bolt'? You know, like that old saying? I think that might fit you." Vee pushed away from the table in her rolling chair and spun across the room, obviously having fun with this whole idea.</s>	<\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily scored a Killtrocity, ending the Halo match. As the next match loaded, she put her controller down once more and got up to go look at Penelope's drawings. "Well, I like Miss Universe better than iDoctor," she chuckled. Reaching Penelope's table, Emily peered over the elastic female's sketches. "Ooh, that's nice," she remarked. "I like it! Especially the lace. See, I knew I could trust your fashion sense," she concluded with a friendly grin. While she was at it, she took a look at some of the drawings for the others, including the one Vee had just put on the table. "We're going to be quite the varied group," she remarked absentmindedly and walked back to her place in front of the TV. Jumping back into the match, she also commented on Heather's name suggestions. "Lady Voltage isn't bad," she said. "You could do something with Lightning too."</s>
<\|description\|>Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: "Never judge a books by its cover" is a well-applied saying but, with Felyse, he is exactly as he appears. Whimsical and overly-eccentric, he is a kid at heart and impulsive to boot. He is, without a doubt, a teen with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits [WARNING: Reverse psychology might just backfire. Maybe. Maybe not]. With an easy-going attitude, he tackles any situation with an optimistic view and a bundle of playful insights. However, this positive attitude can easily be a double-edged sword as he can be seen as naïve, innocent, or too idealistic. He refuses to think things through or even the consequences of his actions. As a rule he follows, he shall have no regrets. He shall call out "YOLO." Background: Felyse was a free spirit, having a rather lax upbringing in a simple home. He was mostly left to his own device ever since his parents took one look at their recently-turned-goth daughter, then at their son's purple bunny-eared hat, and went "NOPE, can't handle this." His parents encourage exploration and free will, and expected nothing out of him. Chained down with neither expectations nor dreams, he is struck with the ideal of finding passion and happiness. The second child to a relatively normal family, Felyse like to consider himself a "jack-of-all-trade." Majoring in the undecided, Felyse tried his hands at various skills, only to – all too often – lose interest in any skill he pursues after a few weeks. Cooking, sports, dancing, drama – he had been through it all as he stride through clubs like some home invader exploring for prospective wealth; although, he occasionally revisit these skills at a later date, leading to a very varied shallow skill set. It wasn't long before he finally dipped his hands in gambling, easily drawn into the idea of earning thousands of dollars within a single game and losing the clothes on your back with a simple toss of a coin. Eventually, as time went by, he took it as a source of entertainment, losing and winning on a whim with a smile on his face. His earnings were never steady; his wallet filled with either a wad of cash for a day or a piece of lint for a whole month since he never takes gambling seriously – or have the slightest idea of budgeting. He was more than happy to act as a guinea pig for the good professor when Rohrbach approached him with Project Olympia. Who's gonna turn down the chance of free drugs, getting paid along the way? That green lime-looking pill is looking rather tempting… Chosen Pill Color: Lime green Other: Felyse is a pretty dated guy, using words that are equally as dated like "bodacious" or "hodgepodge." He has an admiration for cinema and movies from all decades. Watching black-and-white films are his greatest pleasure as well as wearing hats of various designs. He's never seen without some form of headgear.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy With a sigh that seemed to be a mix of relief and yet a feeling of hopelessness for his comrades Ferghus removed his arms from behind his head, placing a single amiable arm around the new arrival's shoulder he spoke, as if to ignore Nick's earlier name game, "Those are bad for yeh little Nicky, get outta it." With a friendly pat on the antagonist's back the Irishman stood up, nodding to Felyse so as to say, "One moment" "But if it isn't too much trouble Vee, I could go for a nice hot pot of black." Relinquishing another typical grin he scanned the room again and finally to the boy dangling below him. With a shrug Ferghus spoke in a rather hushed tone, "One of these days yer gonna open up right below meh there Felyse. And yeh can't help but freak me out all the time can yeh?" Finally he lowered himself to the cafe floor in order to grasp the younger boy's arm. "Yeh know I don't like candy." He spoke so that only the boy half-way intersected by the floor could hear him. As if to no one in particular Ferghus spoke again, reiterating his statement about the professor, "Now that more of us are here, the doc hasn't been around lately, which strikes me as odd. Now I'm not such the type to worry, but I've never seen 'im leave beyont." adding with a shrug, "Ehh, there's nothing for it."</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Veronica's voice wafted from the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" She said, and a few moments later backed out of the door, balancing several plates on her forearms and hands. She walked carefully so as not to drop them, and laid them on the counter before reaching for a fresh pot of coffee. She grabbed several large mugs on her way out from behind the counter and set them down on the table between the couches. "Here we go," She said, pouring the black liquid into each mug. She set each mug in front of someone, crossing the room to give one to Penelope, then returned to the main table with a basket of cream and sugar. "You know I don't serve alcohol here, Nick. This is a Cafe, not a bar." She reprimanded, going back for the plates. One by one, she placed a fresh slice of black and blueberry pie in front of everyone. "There," She said smiling. "I just took it out of the oven, so it's still a bit hot. Let me know what you think."</s> <\|message\|>Dominic Sinclair Dominic's eyes flew open, the ceiling of his dorm greeting him. He instantly realized that his "twenty minute nap" lasted a lot longer than he expected. Dominic rolled over, put on his glasses, and glanced at the alarm clock that sat upon the squat fridge next to his bed. 5:50. Shit. Not only did he sleep through PolySci, but he guessed he was going to be the last one down at the Fresh Pot. Still he just layed in bed, the events in the recent past playing over again in his mind. A smile slowly spread on his face, he had signed up for a medical trial and received superpowers. It was pretty awesome, and went a lot better than Dominic expected it to. After reminiscing for a few moments Dom rose from his bed and freshened up a bit and grabbed his phone and earbuds before heading out the door. Dominic exited the Taggart Complex and immediately set off towards the Fresh Pot. While other's had taken the professor's offer to bunk at the lab, Dominic had insisted on remaining on campus. His deadbeat roomie had finally dropped out, meaning (at least for this semester) he had their double space all to himself. After a short walk he finally arrived at his destination, but looking in the window he saw his hunch of being one of the lasts ones to arrive was correct. Vee was already passing out snacks to Penelope, Orion, Ferghus, Emily, and Felyse. Even Nick had decided to grace the cafe with his presence. "Heeeeey everybody," Dominic said as he walked in the door, "Looks like the whole famn damily is almost here!" He made his way over to the couches, and settled into one that wasn't currently occupied by Ferghus and Nick. "Vee, if its not too much trouble could I get set up with some of that coffee you're handing everyone else?"</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather had been dreading the encounter all day. The reminder was there in the back of her mind during her morning run, through all her classes, through the lunch she barely touched. Amy and Jessica had noticed her quietness angry silence, assumed she was just PMSing and did not try to stir her from her mood. It was probably better that way, there was no way they would understand and heather couldn't half believe it herself. They parted at three, Heather trying not to appear bothered by her friends' departure to the training annex Instead, she started toward apartment 214 to wait out the remainder of her time until the big meeting. There was much Heather was not looking forward at this meeting, it seems unlike the rest of the gang, Heather was not very thrilled to have this "gift" forced on her. It was the sensation that alerted Heather to something being wrong the night after she took the little red pill. There was a sensation in her chest, like a powerful pulsing. Then the currents had spread through her body, it felt like hot insects crawling under her skin. In a panic, Heather had tried to call someone for help. The moment her hand grasped her white and gold smartphone, it was drained of all its battery life and it felt as if Heather had fed the pulsing in her chest. Then an explosion of electricity appeared from her finger tips, shattering glass across the room and making the air heavy with the energy. The good doctor tried to explain to Heather what she became, and what he expected of her but the moment he told Heather he would not change her back; she gave in to her temper and would hear nothing more of his experiment. It didn't help that this crazy doctor kept dropping words like "Fate" and "hero" and that he expected Heather to fight crime. She told Doc to "fuck off" and stormed out of the lab. That was days ago. Heather reflected back on that day and her outburst as she walked toward "The Fresh Pot." She was a little ashamed to fly off the handle like she did, but Heather still felt so unsure about this new power. She hadn't used it since it surfaced, going to great lengths to avoid anything that would give her a charge. Heather had ignored all of Rohrbach's calls and emails for a number of reasons. But when Heather chanced the safety of her laptop and saw email about the meeting, she knew she had to attend. Heather walked into the Fresh Pot, sunglasses still over her eyes, and notices she is one of the last to arrive. "Hello everyone." Heather fixes the crowd with a polite smile, which was an improvement compared to her behavior at the last meeting. She found a seat at a table on the edge of the group, still unsure where she fit or if she was welcome. They all seem so over the moon about this project, Heather couldn't see why. She felt the sensation under her skin again, but Heather clasp her hands together and ignored it.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright With quite a bit to take in all at once, Penelope sort of glanced about the room, trying take it all in at once. Ferg's reply, Emily's entrance and remark, Felyse's more interesting entrance, Nick's sleezebag side showing, Ferg's question about Rohrbach, Vee's coffee and pie, Dominic's entrance, and Heather's rather surprisingly nice greeting. "I'm not sure where the professor is, Ferg, or what sort of plot he's scheming now." She replied, sipping the coffee placed before her between breaths. "Oh, and hey everyone. Heather, you're looking much better today. Now that you're inside, wanna show us those pretty eyes and take off your sunglasses? It's kinda rude, yanno." She spoke, turning to face the blonde. She, despite her tone, had a slight smile on her face. Chuckling to herself, she sat back and picked up her fork, digging into the pie. She pulled the delicious hunk of sugar to her mouth and chomped down, savoring the sweet taste. As always, Vee was going to make her fat. "Vee, you're ganna ma'e me fath." Penelope told her friend, though she'd never admit it, with a mouth full of food. That was why she couldn't stay around Vee too long, she'd gain ten pounds within the first week of living with someone like her. She preferred living at the lab with the others, keeping her stomach full with ramen and other typical college type foods. "Stho..." Penelope began, swallowing the food in her mouth. "When exactly is the professor suppose to get here? Does anyone know?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion had been completely silent the entire time, content to just listen and nurse his own cup of tea. The warmth from the mug almost brought a smile out of the college student, but with surprisingly a large amount of self-control, he barely managed to not smile for 'no reason', opting instead to bring his cup up and take a nice, long, and quiet sip of the hot, amber liquid. As the conversation began to be sent into the direction of the missing professor, Orion finally glanced up, his sapphire blue eyes rather lazy and half-lidded. "No idea. I wasn't at the lab last night, so...maybe he got a date?" It was a random guess, but the professor was a lonely little man, so who knew? Maybe he did get a date, and had spent the night at his date's house. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. Some girls liked the nervous, old, and geeky type. Or not... "Maybe not. Anyone have his phone-number?" Orion finally flicked a wrist, and all of the marbles formed a sort of marching line, falling into his left hand, where he quickly pocketed the objects.</s>	<\|message\|>Age: 19 "You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren't you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol' me?" Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man's upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place. "Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else," Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man's last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. "But, I can't give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~." He softly sang under his breath. Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn't do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name. Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. "Nope. Didn't see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?" Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.</s>
<\|description\|>Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: "Never judge a books by its cover" is a well-applied saying but, with Felyse, he is exactly as he appears. Whimsical and overly-eccentric, he is a kid at heart and impulsive to boot. He is, without a doubt, a teen with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits [WARNING: Reverse psychology might just backfire. Maybe. Maybe not]. With an easy-going attitude, he tackles any situation with an optimistic view and a bundle of playful insights. However, this positive attitude can easily be a double-edged sword as he can be seen as naïve, innocent, or too idealistic. He refuses to think things through or even the consequences of his actions. As a rule he follows, he shall have no regrets. He shall call out "YOLO." Background: Felyse was a free spirit, having a rather lax upbringing in a simple home. He was mostly left to his own device ever since his parents took one look at their recently-turned-goth daughter, then at their son's purple bunny-eared hat, and went "NOPE, can't handle this." His parents encourage exploration and free will, and expected nothing out of him. Chained down with neither expectations nor dreams, he is struck with the ideal of finding passion and happiness. The second child to a relatively normal family, Felyse like to consider himself a "jack-of-all-trade." Majoring in the undecided, Felyse tried his hands at various skills, only to – all too often – lose interest in any skill he pursues after a few weeks. Cooking, sports, dancing, drama – he had been through it all as he stride through clubs like some home invader exploring for prospective wealth; although, he occasionally revisit these skills at a later date, leading to a very varied shallow skill set. It wasn't long before he finally dipped his hands in gambling, easily drawn into the idea of earning thousands of dollars within a single game and losing the clothes on your back with a simple toss of a coin. Eventually, as time went by, he took it as a source of entertainment, losing and winning on a whim with a smile on his face. His earnings were never steady; his wallet filled with either a wad of cash for a day or a piece of lint for a whole month since he never takes gambling seriously – or have the slightest idea of budgeting. He was more than happy to act as a guinea pig for the good professor when Rohrbach approached him with Project Olympia. Who's gonna turn down the chance of free drugs, getting paid along the way? That green lime-looking pill is looking rather tempting… Chosen Pill Color: Lime green Other: Felyse is a pretty dated guy, using words that are equally as dated like "bodacious" or "hodgepodge." He has an admiration for cinema and movies from all decades. Watching black-and-white films are his greatest pleasure as well as wearing hats of various designs. He's never seen without some form of headgear.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray entered the room, looking disgruntled. He had a big fight coming up in a few months and his training had turned from hard to hell. He flopped down on the nearest couch and sighed deeply. He took a peak at all the others experimenting (playing?) with their powers and snorted; he had barely even used his. He'd experimented some, but in the end found it useless for his daily life, even when used in secret. "Say, does anyone know where the good Prof is? I've got a few questions for him," said Ray, looking around and not seeing the professor. The gruff man knew why they were given these powers, but there was still information that he needed before he could fully commit to this scheme. He didn't know about the others here (heck, he disliked a lot of them on first sight, especially the girls, and especially Penelope and that brat Emily) but he wasn't going in blind.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 Felyse slowly tuned out the conversation at hand, not at all too concern about the good professor's absence or the professor that Penelope was complaining about. The pie before him was all too enticing. Just as he was about to pile on more into his mouth, a giant mass of muscle suddenly knocked into his chair. In his face was a very familiar hand holding a few marbles that had almost practically appeared out of nowhere. "What--?" the young man managed to startle out until Ferghus knocked against his seat once again to act as a human meat shield. The impact was so hard that his chair started to tilt so far to the side until he saw nothing but the ceiling. The sensation of falling brushed against his nerves. Quickly, in stunned daze, he tried to grasp the edge of the table only for his hands to slip. With adrenaline running through his veins, a draft could be felt from beneath as his chair tumbled into the portal that had materialized suddenly. As quickly as it had appeared, the portal was gone before he could get dragged into it as well – only for the hole to reappear behind Orion with that said seat tumbling out and hit the back of the black-haired man's chair. Staring at the scene before him, Felyse had a lot to take in at once. Just one look at the injured Ferghus, the smirking Orion, and the pitifully crawling Vee was enough to understand the jest of it. The teen threw Orion a look of disappointment that clearly expressed his respect for the older man went down a few notches. His gaze soon turned away to matters of more importance. "Well, that was rather reckless, Ferg." Felyse huffed, nonchalantly brushing off any dust from his clothes. Although he might look annoyed, a hint of concern underlined his words. He sighed and shook his head. The wrinkle between his eyebrows disappeared as he stared off into the distance. "I might not be the most ideal couch for these games, but I could've handled it." Turning his gaze to the owner of the cafe, Felyse crawled after to Vee. Being the one who didn't overexert himself, he managed to catch up to her within seconds. "Veeeeee, go sit on the couch. Gimme your arm." He huffed and moved to his feet, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt while offering his shoulder. "I'll get the stuff. Just tell me where it's at."</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Isaacs Nick was fast getting irritated by the stupid marble game that the Mick and Orion were playing, it was one of the many things that he had no desire to learn any thing about, but he was watching the Irishman's body as he moved....his form....his catch....Clarity. His power's kicked in, without even attempting to, he perfectly understood the fine art of catching, angles, trajectory, falling speed, it was all pouring into his head like an adult magazine. To demonstrate his new skill he grabbed his slice of pie, and tossed it in the air, standing on the couch he positioned himself perfectly and SNAP, MUNCH he caught it in his mouth, after wiping of his face, he lit up a cig, and blew the smoke in Orion's face as more students of the project arrived. He took a small sip of his non-alcoholic coffee and spat it on the floor next to him. Goddamnit Vee!, this coffee is too hot, if you're gonna serve me a virgin drink at least let it cool down first, shit. He then slumped back down and put out his cigarette in the still scalding coffee cup. Scowling at nobody in particular he started to whine. And speaking of virgins, where in the crap is that prof.lab rat?, I'm getting bored already, Id rather be home solidifying my place on the 'Call of Glory' online leaderboards. I could give a crap if he's on a 'Date' or not, I got shit to do tonight. He turned towards Emily, re-igniting his sleazy smile. As for me, I don't even waste my time with dates, I prefer to get straight to the point... His eyes wondered over Emily's body until Ray the boxer walked in, he had a heavy step to his muscular weight, and it caught Nick's attention, he was fascinated by fighting disciplines, and could tell just by looking at this man that he knew how to fight. Ray grumbled something about looking for the Prof and Nick approached him, smirking devilishly. Yo, Punchy, hit me in the face, don't knock my head off but pop me with a stiff jab, come on just do it, don't be a pussy, it'll kill time. Nick let his arms swing by his side, showing no intention of retaliation.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray made a sound that was halfway a snort, half a growl. If it came to annoying people, this guy, Nick, he recalled, got on his nerves real fast; he was rude, an asshole, a punk, and an asshole all in one. Just from his face you could tell he was nothing but trouble. If he was asking for something like hitting him, that meant he had something planned. Fine then, he'd play his game, but not by his rules. "If you want it, you got it," he said. Slipping into his 16oz gloves, Ray decided to test the waters and throw a heavy jab on the man's face.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "No fighting..." Vee said without her usual strength. She was seeing double, and her head was pounding a beat for her stomach to dance to. "Oouuh, maybe shifting so fast isn't a good idea..." She allowed herself to be led to the couch, only protesting slightly. "There's some frozen pees in the freezer for Fer... urg... and some asprin in the first aid kit on the wall." She closed her eyes and buried her face in the couch, trying to keep from vomiting.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson At Penelope's request, Heather flipped the sunglasses upward until the darken lenses rested on top of her head. She didn't say much else, choosing to sip the black coffee Vee had offered her and listen in one the ongoing conversation. Where in the world is that professor of theirs. "Well, I'm sure we're not the only lab rats he planned to poke and prod at today." Heather wraps her hands around the smooth mug as she talks, paying little attention to the marble game that was happening around her. "He probably needed to pencil us in today, right between ranting and raving in front of his captive audience of students and unethically playing god before sitting down to 'Wheel of Fortune.'" Heather adds a shrug and a casual smile, "You know, usual old mad scientist stuff."</s> <\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach Only the Brave dare to look upon the gray-upon the things that cannot be explained easily, upon the things which often engender mistakes, upon the things whose cause cannot be understood, upon the things we must accept and live with. And therefore only the Brave dare to look upon difference without flinching. -Richard Hungerford Finn Rohrbach stood with a puzzled look on his face. In front of him, a whiteboard covered with complex calculations and data. He tilted his head slightly, for the umpteenth time this evening, and furrowed his brow. A curious hand rose to stroke the stubble on his chin, a move that he said made him feel more... scientific. In reality, it just sort of made him look... odd. One of the science majors and her professor, Dr. Stanton, stood behind him, passing confused glances to one another. "Ah-ha! I've got it!" He exclaimed, only trying to further his ridiculous stereotyping. The two behind him, the short stumpy older gentleman, and the tall and lanky science nerd beside him, both gave him startled looks, even more confused by his actions. All they'd wanted was a second opinion on their research... For the next hour or so, Rohrbach spent his time explaining the fallacies in their analysis of the results and their error in the experiment, completely dissolving all of their previous hard work. The man, Dr. Stanton, gave Rohrbach an unamused look before politely asking the man to leave so that he and his students, half of the class was still there, could continue their lesson. Rohrbach turned to look at the rest of the students who had decided to stay through his long dialogue. "O-Oh! Well, hello there!" He greeted them, a goofy grin on his face. "I suppose I must have taken up quite a bit of your time, I apologize." He told them, looking at his watch to see how long he'd been there. 6:07 PM ... ... Before the students even had time to react, Rohrbach was racing down the hallways, his lab coat fluttering furiously behind him. The students he passed by could only catch a glimpse at the man's face, shock registering on their own. For... it was a face not many got to see. For such a laid back individual who worked so closely with the school, the students had hardly ever seen him so... fierce. Or at least, those that had tried very hard to forget about it. Making up for lost time, Rohrbach, once on the first floor, took the first open window he could find and jumped, avoiding the unlucky circumstance of his coat getting caught. He raced from Brumley Center across campus and by the time he'd even gotten close to Vee's place, he was out of breath and practically dying. For anyone looking on, he must have looked like a creepy old man, zombified. "Oh no, Rohrbach's really gone crazy now!" He heard girls gossip to one another, trying their best to avoid him. With heavy breaths, he dragged himself toward the Fresh Pot and laid a heavy hand down on the handle. Pulling it open, he stumbled inside, and looked around, his breaths still very heavy and labored. "Ah... I see... you all... made... it." He breathed before stumbling his way over to the nearest empty table and collapsing into a chair. "How... have all of your days been?" He asked, putting a rather pathetic smile on his face. "I'm... not late am I?" He asked, feigning ignorance.</s>	<\|message\|>Age: 19 After dumping Vee onto the nearest empty couch, Felyse followed the young woman's instructions and made his way to the freezer and then to the first aid kit. While doing so, the good professor Rohrbach was dragging himself through the door and onto the nearest table. "Quite dandy, professor. Like a candy in the fall," Felyse answered with a thoughtful yet distant expression. "Who held you captive while you missed out on all the pie?" He tilted his head slightly to the side and – for no apparent reason – lightly tapped the top of the professor's head with a slender finger while he walked pass. Although the professor had the looks of a ragamuffin with his lab coat in all disarray, such image wasn't a touch out of place. Ever since the teen had moved into the lab, he would see that man in such a state more often than twice a week especially if the professor had been concocting something in the lab all night. Maybe a few bags of skittles would help. Ignoring the manly bonding taking place between Nick and the newcomer Ray, Felyse waltzed over to Vee and handed her some aspirin. "Here you go, spud. Incoming!" Felyse did the same with Ferghus, tossing the Irish man the bag of frozen peas and a couple pills of aspirin. He then sat on the arm of the couch whose only other occupant was Dominic, and waited patiently - which was just spacing out.</s>
<\|description\|>Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: "Never judge a books by its cover" is a well-applied saying but, with Felyse, he is exactly as he appears. Whimsical and overly-eccentric, he is a kid at heart and impulsive to boot. He is, without a doubt, a teen with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits [WARNING: Reverse psychology might just backfire. Maybe. Maybe not]. With an easy-going attitude, he tackles any situation with an optimistic view and a bundle of playful insights. However, this positive attitude can easily be a double-edged sword as he can be seen as naïve, innocent, or too idealistic. He refuses to think things through or even the consequences of his actions. As a rule he follows, he shall have no regrets. He shall call out "YOLO." Background: Felyse was a free spirit, having a rather lax upbringing in a simple home. He was mostly left to his own device ever since his parents took one look at their recently-turned-goth daughter, then at their son's purple bunny-eared hat, and went "NOPE, can't handle this." His parents encourage exploration and free will, and expected nothing out of him. Chained down with neither expectations nor dreams, he is struck with the ideal of finding passion and happiness. The second child to a relatively normal family, Felyse like to consider himself a "jack-of-all-trade." Majoring in the undecided, Felyse tried his hands at various skills, only to – all too often – lose interest in any skill he pursues after a few weeks. Cooking, sports, dancing, drama – he had been through it all as he stride through clubs like some home invader exploring for prospective wealth; although, he occasionally revisit these skills at a later date, leading to a very varied shallow skill set. It wasn't long before he finally dipped his hands in gambling, easily drawn into the idea of earning thousands of dollars within a single game and losing the clothes on your back with a simple toss of a coin. Eventually, as time went by, he took it as a source of entertainment, losing and winning on a whim with a smile on his face. His earnings were never steady; his wallet filled with either a wad of cash for a day or a piece of lint for a whole month since he never takes gambling seriously – or have the slightest idea of budgeting. He was more than happy to act as a guinea pig for the good professor when Rohrbach approached him with Project Olympia. Who's gonna turn down the chance of free drugs, getting paid along the way? That green lime-looking pill is looking rather tempting… Chosen Pill Color: Lime green Other: Felyse is a pretty dated guy, using words that are equally as dated like "bodacious" or "hodgepodge." He has an admiration for cinema and movies from all decades. Watching black-and-white films are his greatest pleasure as well as wearing hats of various designs. He's never seen without some form of headgear.</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily looked over at the freshly seated Heather and replied to her query. "It shouldn't take more than an hour," she replied, giving a conservative estimate. Ignoring Nick's retort, she then replied to Vee and the groups at large. "I'd be happy to help wherever I'm needed," she said. "We may be in two groups but we're all one team, right?" After waving goodbye to Penelope, Emily took the keys from Vee. "Sure, I'll close up," she said as the shop owner began to make haste for the exit. "Later!" she called out after her. Noting that her group had yet to make any plans, she figured she might as well break the ice. "So, Group One peeps...anyone object to meeting at the lab at 6:30?" she asked, looking around at her team.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather, having a sudden urge to go neat freak, begins to gather up the empty mugs and platters scattered with crumbs. Unsure what to do with them, she places them together in a neat stack on the counter for Vee to find later. She was pondering the idea about costumes and so far did not like it. What Heather never understood was why comic book heroes wore such eye sore costumes. Isn't the point of fighting crime under a alias is to not be noticed? Heather had a couple ideas for a disguise that did not involve spandex. Heather moved a few chairs back into their original place, satisfied with her work and turns her attention to Emily. "Sure, I'm game for a battle plan in the lab. I think I'll head over there now and explore a bit. Come find me later." Heather waves and exits the café before anyone could follow. The mention of the lab had Heather considering that she needed a little more practice before their first manhunt. She also did feel a bit of a thrill knocking Ray and Nick on their ass, though she meant no ill-will toward the two. So, instead of returning home, Heather let herself wander into the lab, and locate a gym or space where she could experiment with her abilities in peace. She happen to locate one near the unused bedrooms and set to work. The first thing she tried was a transfer of energy. Her phone sat in her hand with a dead battery. Taking a breath, Heather pictures the little smartphone coming to life. She feels a tug from that source inside of her chest and she could feel the power traveling down her arm and into her hand. To Heather's delight, the phone blinks to life and slowly charges. It was tiring though and it reminded Heather of the blood dives she would go to. The feel of the needle sucking away her blood, and the effort was easy on her part but very tiring. She wills the link between herself and the little device to be closed and with some effort it does end. The little charge icon disappears, but her phone now remains alive at 20% "Oh, hell yes." Heather mutters with a wide grin. She notices the practice dummies resting in the corner of the room, and a new idea comes to her. Setting the phone aside, Heather begins to rub her hands together. She can feel the heat between her palms from the effort and notices the small sparks flying. She pulls hers hand apart and finds the bright blue sparks contained in the gap between her hands. Heather archers her fingers around the source of power, shaping it like clay into a crackling bright orb. With another grin, Heather aims for one of the dummies and releases the pure energy with both hands. The ball of electricity explodes from her hands, soaring faster than Heather could imagine and striking the center of the dummy with a brilliant crackle and bright flash. The dummy stood with a scorched and blacken hole in its center. Heather lets out an excited cheer, and immediately falls to her knees, suddenly weak and exhausted. Heather reminds there, catching her breath and composure. "Ok…..not so power much next time." She gulps, still satisfied with her new discovery.</s> <\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach 8:30PM - Rohrbach's Lab The night went on as the two groups met in the center of the lab, the big open area that Rohrbach usually kept his big machines. It was now empty with the exception of a few couches, tables, computers, and a rather large computer monitor where a game of Halo was paused. The meetings ad all but concluded, some of them wanting to leave, some of them wanting to simply chat and hang around for a bit. Penelope sat at one of the tables with a sewing machine, swaths of fabric surrounding her. She was working on an orange outfit for herself as a sort of test so that the others could see what it would look like. It would take her a bit longer before she could show it to anyone yet. She'd made the design and cut out all the parts but she still needed to sew them all together to make the completed piece. She let out a shallow sigh and began sewing up the body piece. She was just making a simple blazer that could cover a white button up with khaki bottoms. It was simple and would color code her. The weird part would be the mask. She was thinking of a simple headband with holes for eyes but part of her wanted to make it more elegant than that. She smiled to herself as she thought of the mask in her head. It was orange with black lace covering the main bits and black and orange feathers jutting out from the side. It made her happy being able to work on something like this. It let her avoid her school work and the thought of those criminals. What they'd read hadn't made her very happy. According to the police reports they'd managed to get their hands on with Nick's skills, the family was once rather rich but the father and gambled everything away and was now forcing his children and wife to help him get it all back. One of the kids had left the family, wanting to go out on her own. She'd told the police everything, from her father's scandals with his company to her mother's affair with her husband's workers. They had a rough idea of where the family was staying from the report and were planning on going after them once the week had ended, on Saturday, two days from now, they would head out and begin their search in the field. For now, Nick and the others were simply doing more research while Penelope made the clothes. "Hey, Emily. What sort of style do you like? I could make something that looks like a military uniform." Penelope asked, chuckling at her offer. For some reason, she couldn't imagine the girl in anything other than a dress. "No, but if there's a specific style you want me to make, just show me a picture and I'll try my best. I'm making a blazer for myself. Simple and hopefully won't make me stick out like a sore thumb." She explained, speaking to everyone in the room.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Oooh, making costumes already? Do mine, too!" Felyse spoke up from his spot on the couch – the one that was in front of the giant computer screen where he watched the other's playing Halo – and looked up from his bag of ranch Doritos he was once so focused on. Tossing the chips to the side, he crawled his way to the back of the couch, resting his head against the palm of his hands, as he watched Penelope work her magic around the sewing machine. "I want a black hoodie with lime green patterns. Same thing with my mask; although, something that covers my whole head and faceless." Unconsciously, Felyse combed the strands of hair beneath his chosen hat-of-the-day with a hand. White with red tips – his hair stood out more than what his envisioned hero outfit ever would be. Like a watermelon snow cone amidst the tundra. There was always the option of dyeing, buuuuut that would be an attack on his individuality… also, his lazy side was opting out. As an extra precaution – and a security blanket – he got a brand new hat all picked out for mission impossible; although, truthfully, the headgear was more for aesthetic effect than anything else. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched his teammates going about. He grabbed the bag of chips and munched away. Research he could do, but planning away was a no-go; so he left that task to his more methodical comrades. "By the way, anyone got any heroic names all planned out?"</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily put her XBox controller down and turned around to look at Penelope, chuckling at her military uniform suggestion. "I don't need anything flashy," she replied. "As long as it's a comfortable, pretty dress, I'll be happy. I trust your fashion sense." She thought a moment. "Though, it could be flashy if everyone else's is," she opined. "I do like Tony Bowls." Turning to Felyse, she said, "Being hyperintelligent doesn't mean I'm hyper creative too," she replied with a chuckle. "The name is always the hardest part - not even superpowers can change that." Keeping her ears open for replies or new conversations from anyone in the room, Emily picked up her controller and turned her attention back to Halo.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled, hearing Felyse ask her to do his. "I will, I will!" She called out, smiling. She nodded to him when he told her what he wanted and stopped what she was doing to write it all down. Black hoodie, lime green patterns... full mask. She nodded her head at her notes and then turned back to her work space to begin working on her own mask. Penelope lifted a brow at Emily's remarks and chuckled. "Nah, I wasn't really going for flashing. Pretty normal, actually. Sort of like, they could pass for normal outfits only... with a mask to hide our faces. You just can't wear that specific outfit in public..." She explained, trailing off a bit. Hearing Emily reply to Felyse, Penelope decided to chime in as well. "I'm with Emily. I have no idea what to call myself. Elasti-Girl? Stretchy Chick? Rubber Lady? I'm... terrible at names. I mean, I can hardly name the characters in my works for school, much less as a nickname for myself." She replied, shaking her head as she heated plastic with a lighter to try and bend it to the shape of her face. "So, yeah. I got nothing. What about you, Portal Boy? Maybe we should call you Chel? What's a feminine version of Chel? Chad?" She offered jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Victoria suddenly spoke up. "Hey, if we're talking outfits, I want something sleek and black, with a simple eye mask." She covered her eyes with her hands, leaving holes between her fingers for her eyes. "Something that'll lead perfectly into my panther form. Oh, maybe I could be 'Black Cat'! Oh, wait, that doesn't make sense when I shift to something else, does it? Maybe just 'Dark Shift' then?" She went back to sketching in her notebook. She had a rough outline of a female figure already, with shaded areas that showed she was wearing a skin tight black suit. "But, I don't know if I'd be able to go out in public dressed like that."</s>	<\|message\|>Age: 19 "Portal Boy, Chel, Chad - Call me whatever you want. Might be fun to see every villain search for every Chad and Chel in this city." Felyse grinned at Penelope, balancing the bags of chips on one leg. "Names shouldn't be too hard. Just add Captain or some other nifty title in front of a noun and - voila! - you got something! Captain Elastic sounds fitting, no? Or iDoctor for Ems?" Lazily, he reached for the extra XBox controller next to Emilia. "Psssst, iDoctor, let me join in." "Ooooh, how about Lady Chimera, Vee? It's a dark and sexy name... or is it so sexy that it sounds villainous?" He tilted his hat way from his face and scratched his chin in thought. "Wait, won't your suit tear apart if you shift into something a big as a wildebeest?" He asked and turned to Vee, raising an eyebrow almost teasingly. "You might as well be better off wearing a bikini. Might even scare a few scofflaws."</s>
<\|description\|>Dominic Sinclair Age: 21 Gender: Male Personality: Dominic is rather outgoing and easy going. He is fast to trust and wears his heart on his sleeve (traits that have come back to bite him in the ass). Dom is constantly cracking jokes and making quips, trying to keep the mood light (sometimes he does this at inappropriate times, or just doesn't know when to shut the hell up). Background: Dom is a double major in Psychology and Criminal Justice. He is the first member of his family to attend college, thanks to the magic of government loans and scholarships. However money is incredibly tight and he can barely keep lunch meat in the shitty fridge in his dorm room. After he caught word of the professor's study he signed up, eager to make a few bucks. Chosen Pill Color: Yellow Likes: Metalcore Music, Dots (the amazing gumdrop candy), Tabletop RPGs Dislikes: Waking Up Early, Unsweet Coffees/Teas, People who over-analyze things.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion paused from where he had been standing by the door, hands resting in his pockets. "...Yeah, alright Gilroy." He stated in a deadbeat voice, mentally wondering what possessed the other man to make such a potentially disastrous entrance. With a shrug, Orion began heading towards the others, passing by the table and the orange-haired man, and sitting in a seat near Penelope. He was mentally hoping the 'meeting' could start soon, as there was a few things that he wanted to bring up. Well, more like one thing, but, eh, either way it goes, it was kind of important. As he waited, Orion propped his head up on a fist, while his other hand - his left one - rested on the table. at least fifty black marbles rose from out of his pocket, rotating through the air, before each of them lined up on the table, in a completely symmetrical line. Orion nudged one, and it suddenly blasted forward like a bullet, zooming past Gilroy's head and nimbly lodging itself into the keyhole of the shop's door. It then blasted out of the hole and back into the line of marbles. Orion smirked, and all fifty marbles rose into the air, a few inches above the table, forming into a large middle finger, before they were shifted and formed a crow taking flight. He often did this when he was alone- it helped him better his reflexes and agility with his telekinesis, and it was a nice way to pass time.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope's eyes widened as Ferghus made his entrance. "Well, that was subtle..." She murmured, shaking her head slightly. To his question, she shrugged. "That's Vee's business, not mine." She explained in matter of fact way. Realizing that Orion had ignored her, she turned her head slightly to glare at him. "Hey! Don't ignore me, loser!" She called out, hitting Orion on the shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to really start anything, but it wasn't a tap either. "I'm trying to make conversation here, doofus!" She told him, putting a scowl on her face. After a while, she chuckled slightly. "You should stop playing with your small balls and socialize." She joked, raising a brow at him. "Anyway, 'Sup with you, Ginger?" Penelope asked, turning back to look at Ferghus.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Even with the enhanced reflexes that came with the pill the doc gave him Ferghus was still surprised with the dire speed at which the marble whizzed past him. With a look of astonishment that quickly turned into a smirk he spoke directing himself towards the others, "This is a lovely little shop, it'd really be a shame if you had hit the panes, you wouldn't wanna hurt poor old Vee's lively hood now would ya? Ehh, I guess there is no helping it." Ferghus quickly took a seat on the couch that he had been planted head first in earlier and spoke again, this time directed at Penelope "Oh you know, guess you could say I've been running circles around yeh smokes, but in all seriousness,'fraid I'm a bit worried about the doc, wasn't even around the labs, and now that I think of it, neither were you Striphe. You two plotting something we should know about?" The relaxed man finally spotted a glance towards Veronica, clearly he and Orion have been driving each other bananas in the lab, and gave another warm smile, a gesture that he often resorts to.</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke "Pay no attention to the writing on the wall. The words seem empty 'cause there's nothing there at all." The smooth sounds of the Alan Parsons Project filled Emily's ears as she walked down the street. She walked at a relaxed pace but with purpose, eager to chat with her new friends from the Project, as she generally called it. As she listened to the album she had heard so many times before, she considered how the others had reacted to their pills' effects. After she had taken her own maroon pill, there had been no discomfort. All that she had felt was surprise that suddenly she understood more than she had before. Of course, when she discovered the other side effect it was a little different. It's hard to remain calm when you think about wanting food and your TV turns on that instant and flips to the Food Network. Unfortunately for Emily, all of these thoughts occurred very quickly and no noticeable amount of time had passed. No matter, though; the cafe was just around the corner. Reaching the entrance just as "Children of the Moon" concluded, she paused the album from her phone, put her headphones around her neck and entered the Fresh Pot in a way 100% opposite from the Irishman's moments earlier. Opening the door and walking in, she beheld the four that were already there. "Hey!" she said to everybody/nobody in particular, and sat down at the table with Penelope and Orion after giving a glancing smile to Ferghus on the couch. "I see nobody's died yet," she remarked jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Ah ha! Found it!" Felyse jumped to his feet, holding his signature red hat between his fingers. Above him was a hole, or to be more accurate, a portal of pure darkness. It hung on the ceiling like some over-grown Christmas ornament. A large variety of shirts, trinkets, and all other items he had horded throughout his life were piled in an organized mess and shoved to the side. Along the way, the bed was placed right under it. He stood beneath the dark abyss, feeling a slight draft drawing towards it, almost like it was urging him to come inside. The hole was juuuuust big enough for his scrawny body to fit right through. Even though the Fresh Pot was just across the street, this portal was here all nice and tight, presenting itself to him. If only it wasn't on the ceiling... All well! Might as well go with it. "Welp, here goes nothing," the teen huffed, imagining what the good professor might say if he were to ever find a portal in his room instead of the training area. Despite his gangly weight, a jump or two on the bed gave him enough momentum to grab the edges of the portal and heaved himself through… to only find himself staring at a pair of shoes and hearing voices above his head. "Oh…" Felyse stared blankly at his new surroundings. Judging from the warm atmosphere and seeing Orion, Penelope, and Emily who were all gathered at a table, it was pretty much a given that he was at the Fresh Pot. The person closest to him was the ever-so-muscular Ferghus whose feet he was currently staring at. Slowly, his lips slipped into a sheepish grinned as he resisted the urge to scratch his nose. The teen made a move to pull himself up only to find himself unable to do so. Flickering his eyes down to the portal hugging his lower chest told him exactly why. "Pssssst, Ferg!" He called out to the Irishman in a hushed voice, looking rather lax despite having half of his body sticking out from the floor. "Hey, buddy, I like your shoes. They're clearly well worn. Also, can you pull me outta here? I'm kinda stuck sooooo..."On the other side of the portal, his legs dangled helplessly with no leverage to rely on. "...I got skittles."</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Isaacs Nick was fairly indifferent to his new powers, sure they were useful, but he couldn't really use them for fun, he was already good at all the things he wanted to be good at. One of them being riding his awesome motorcycle (which he stole from his cousin about 3 weeks ago) it growled beautifully as he made his way over to the coffee place to meet his super powered peers. He didn't really like any of them, too chirpy and sitcom compared to his normal circles, but he was fascinated by the super powers, his new power Clarity made him hunger for knowledge a lot more than he previously did...(which isn't saying a lot for a dropout). His Chopper Bike came to a screeching stop outside the cafe, there wasn't a real parking space for bikes so he just left the bike dangerously close to the front door, and burst through the door with a slightly annoyed look on his face. Does this place sell anything other than coffee? He said to nobody in particular. And when I say sell, I mean give me, Alcohol, or a coffee with a little Irish in it. He lazily smirked at Ferguson and snorted No offense Hoolihan, or is it Callahan...O'Grady? He dropped himself quite abruptly in the sofa that Ferguson was sitting in and shuffled so he was somewhat comfortable sitting next to him, without an invitation to, he scanned the room really quick and acknowledged some of the other super powered types in the room, he'd met them all once before. Introducing himself with a nod and little else. He looked Orion up and down with a measure of disrespect, he didn't really like Orion, he wasn't sure why, he just didn't. His eyes flew past Penelope and Veronica who he was fairly indifferent to, and focused on Emily. He couldnt take his eyes off her for at least a good 15 seconds, and flashed her his rouge-ish smirk. Yo, Em you see my new bike? I built it from scratch, with my own engineering smarts before that pill. After this little hipster meeting let me know if you need a ride back, I promise you I wont go too fast...unless you want me to hahaha. Nick readjusted himself on the fairly comfortable sofa next to Ferguson and let out a rather loud fart, which was amplified by the leather on the seat, and pulled out a pack of smokes.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy With a sigh that seemed to be a mix of relief and yet a feeling of hopelessness for his comrades Ferghus removed his arms from behind his head, placing a single amiable arm around the new arrival's shoulder he spoke, as if to ignore Nick's earlier name game, "Those are bad for yeh little Nicky, get outta it." With a friendly pat on the antagonist's back the Irishman stood up, nodding to Felyse so as to say, "One moment" "But if it isn't too much trouble Vee, I could go for a nice hot pot of black." Relinquishing another typical grin he scanned the room again and finally to the boy dangling below him. With a shrug Ferghus spoke in a rather hushed tone, "One of these days yer gonna open up right below meh there Felyse. And yeh can't help but freak me out all the time can yeh?" Finally he lowered himself to the cafe floor in order to grasp the younger boy's arm. "Yeh know I don't like candy." He spoke so that only the boy half-way intersected by the floor could hear him. As if to no one in particular Ferghus spoke again, reiterating his statement about the professor, "Now that more of us are here, the doc hasn't been around lately, which strikes me as odd. Now I'm not such the type to worry, but I've never seen 'im leave beyont." adding with a shrug, "Ehh, there's nothing for it."</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Veronica's voice wafted from the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" She said, and a few moments later backed out of the door, balancing several plates on her forearms and hands. She walked carefully so as not to drop them, and laid them on the counter before reaching for a fresh pot of coffee. She grabbed several large mugs on her way out from behind the counter and set them down on the table between the couches. "Here we go," She said, pouring the black liquid into each mug. She set each mug in front of someone, crossing the room to give one to Penelope, then returned to the main table with a basket of cream and sugar. "You know I don't serve alcohol here, Nick. This is a Cafe, not a bar." She reprimanded, going back for the plates. One by one, she placed a fresh slice of black and blueberry pie in front of everyone. "There," She said smiling. "I just took it out of the oven, so it's still a bit hot. Let me know what you think."</s>	<\|message\|>Dominic Sinclair Dominic's eyes flew open, the ceiling of his dorm greeting him. He instantly realized that his "twenty minute nap" lasted a lot longer than he expected. Dominic rolled over, put on his glasses, and glanced at the alarm clock that sat upon the squat fridge next to his bed. 5:50. Shit. Not only did he sleep through PolySci, but he guessed he was going to be the last one down at the Fresh Pot. Still he just layed in bed, the events in the recent past playing over again in his mind. A smile slowly spread on his face, he had signed up for a medical trial and received superpowers. It was pretty awesome, and went a lot better than Dominic expected it to. After reminiscing for a few moments Dom rose from his bed and freshened up a bit and grabbed his phone and earbuds before heading out the door. Dominic exited the Taggart Complex and immediately set off towards the Fresh Pot. While other's had taken the professor's offer to bunk at the lab, Dominic had insisted on remaining on campus. His deadbeat roomie had finally dropped out, meaning (at least for this semester) he had their double space all to himself. After a short walk he finally arrived at his destination, but looking in the window he saw his hunch of being one of the lasts ones to arrive was correct. Vee was already passing out snacks to Penelope, Orion, Ferghus, Emily, and Felyse. Even Nick had decided to grace the cafe with his presence. "Heeeeey everybody," Dominic said as he walked in the door, "Looks like the whole famn damily is almost here!" He made his way over to the couches, and settled into one that wasn't currently occupied by Ferghus and Nick. "Vee, if its not too much trouble could I get set up with some of that coffee you're handing everyone else?"</s>
<\|description\|>Heather Wilson Age: 21 Gender: Female Personality: Heather is very competitive, going to great lengths to win anything she has set her sights on. The only place she is not as competitive is her actual school work. When it comes to other matters, Heather is very focus and is not afraid to be harsh to get what she wants. She is also very outgoing, confident, and loves to laugh, even if it is sometimes at the expense of others. It should also be noted that Heather's temper is very short and explosive. She is not afraid to snap on something if they set her off, unfortunately this means that she tends to say or do things she may regret later. Background: Since Heather could walk, her parents expected the world out of her. She was captain of the t-ball team, sold the most Girl Scout cookies three years in a row, played softball and volleyball in middle school, and was enrolled in all the honor classes. It looked like the perfect family, but not so much. Her parents fought and Heather always felt her accomplishments were the only thing that kept her parents happy. In highschool her parents finally had enough of each other and split. Without the pressure of her parents' divorce looming over, Heather decided to rebel instead of obeying. Heather failed out of the honors classes (She cheated anyway) Dropped from almost all her clubs and found that partying with the rich kids was more her style. The only activity Heather remained enrolled in was track, because running was the only thing that made sense. Good thing she kept with track too, because it turned out she was good enough for a scholarship. Heather majored in health and physical fitness with the aspiration to become a personal trainer while running college track, and at first things went well. But Heather started partying again and things began to spiral. Her grades dropped too low, she was placed on probation from sports, and her scholarship was lost. Luckily, she scrapped together enough money from her parents and student loans to remain for another semester. Now she is trying to raise her grades to reapply for her scholarship and trying to live without track for a semester. Maybe this new program will help her take her mind off things and the extra money couldn't hurt. :Chosen Pill Color: Red Likes: Running is the first thing that comes to mind. After that, Heather likes red bulls, apples and anything apple flavor, early mornings, the occasional joint, and a good college party. Dislikes: seafood, cats, and people who can't fucking drive.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Ah ha! Found it!" Felyse jumped to his feet, holding his signature red hat between his fingers. Above him was a hole, or to be more accurate, a portal of pure darkness. It hung on the ceiling like some over-grown Christmas ornament. A large variety of shirts, trinkets, and all other items he had horded throughout his life were piled in an organized mess and shoved to the side. Along the way, the bed was placed right under it. He stood beneath the dark abyss, feeling a slight draft drawing towards it, almost like it was urging him to come inside. The hole was juuuuust big enough for his scrawny body to fit right through. Even though the Fresh Pot was just across the street, this portal was here all nice and tight, presenting itself to him. If only it wasn't on the ceiling... All well! Might as well go with it. "Welp, here goes nothing," the teen huffed, imagining what the good professor might say if he were to ever find a portal in his room instead of the training area. Despite his gangly weight, a jump or two on the bed gave him enough momentum to grab the edges of the portal and heaved himself through… to only find himself staring at a pair of shoes and hearing voices above his head. "Oh…" Felyse stared blankly at his new surroundings. Judging from the warm atmosphere and seeing Orion, Penelope, and Emily who were all gathered at a table, it was pretty much a given that he was at the Fresh Pot. The person closest to him was the ever-so-muscular Ferghus whose feet he was currently staring at. Slowly, his lips slipped into a sheepish grinned as he resisted the urge to scratch his nose. The teen made a move to pull himself up only to find himself unable to do so. Flickering his eyes down to the portal hugging his lower chest told him exactly why. "Pssssst, Ferg!" He called out to the Irishman in a hushed voice, looking rather lax despite having half of his body sticking out from the floor. "Hey, buddy, I like your shoes. They're clearly well worn. Also, can you pull me outta here? I'm kinda stuck sooooo..."On the other side of the portal, his legs dangled helplessly with no leverage to rely on. "...I got skittles."</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Isaacs Nick was fairly indifferent to his new powers, sure they were useful, but he couldn't really use them for fun, he was already good at all the things he wanted to be good at. One of them being riding his awesome motorcycle (which he stole from his cousin about 3 weeks ago) it growled beautifully as he made his way over to the coffee place to meet his super powered peers. He didn't really like any of them, too chirpy and sitcom compared to his normal circles, but he was fascinated by the super powers, his new power Clarity made him hunger for knowledge a lot more than he previously did...(which isn't saying a lot for a dropout). His Chopper Bike came to a screeching stop outside the cafe, there wasn't a real parking space for bikes so he just left the bike dangerously close to the front door, and burst through the door with a slightly annoyed look on his face. Does this place sell anything other than coffee? He said to nobody in particular. And when I say sell, I mean give me, Alcohol, or a coffee with a little Irish in it. He lazily smirked at Ferguson and snorted No offense Hoolihan, or is it Callahan...O'Grady? He dropped himself quite abruptly in the sofa that Ferguson was sitting in and shuffled so he was somewhat comfortable sitting next to him, without an invitation to, he scanned the room really quick and acknowledged some of the other super powered types in the room, he'd met them all once before. Introducing himself with a nod and little else. He looked Orion up and down with a measure of disrespect, he didn't really like Orion, he wasn't sure why, he just didn't. His eyes flew past Penelope and Veronica who he was fairly indifferent to, and focused on Emily. He couldnt take his eyes off her for at least a good 15 seconds, and flashed her his rouge-ish smirk. Yo, Em you see my new bike? I built it from scratch, with my own engineering smarts before that pill. After this little hipster meeting let me know if you need a ride back, I promise you I wont go too fast...unless you want me to hahaha. Nick readjusted himself on the fairly comfortable sofa next to Ferguson and let out a rather loud fart, which was amplified by the leather on the seat, and pulled out a pack of smokes.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy With a sigh that seemed to be a mix of relief and yet a feeling of hopelessness for his comrades Ferghus removed his arms from behind his head, placing a single amiable arm around the new arrival's shoulder he spoke, as if to ignore Nick's earlier name game, "Those are bad for yeh little Nicky, get outta it." With a friendly pat on the antagonist's back the Irishman stood up, nodding to Felyse so as to say, "One moment" "But if it isn't too much trouble Vee, I could go for a nice hot pot of black." Relinquishing another typical grin he scanned the room again and finally to the boy dangling below him. With a shrug Ferghus spoke in a rather hushed tone, "One of these days yer gonna open up right below meh there Felyse. And yeh can't help but freak me out all the time can yeh?" Finally he lowered himself to the cafe floor in order to grasp the younger boy's arm. "Yeh know I don't like candy." He spoke so that only the boy half-way intersected by the floor could hear him. As if to no one in particular Ferghus spoke again, reiterating his statement about the professor, "Now that more of us are here, the doc hasn't been around lately, which strikes me as odd. Now I'm not such the type to worry, but I've never seen 'im leave beyont." adding with a shrug, "Ehh, there's nothing for it."</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Veronica's voice wafted from the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" She said, and a few moments later backed out of the door, balancing several plates on her forearms and hands. She walked carefully so as not to drop them, and laid them on the counter before reaching for a fresh pot of coffee. She grabbed several large mugs on her way out from behind the counter and set them down on the table between the couches. "Here we go," She said, pouring the black liquid into each mug. She set each mug in front of someone, crossing the room to give one to Penelope, then returned to the main table with a basket of cream and sugar. "You know I don't serve alcohol here, Nick. This is a Cafe, not a bar." She reprimanded, going back for the plates. One by one, she placed a fresh slice of black and blueberry pie in front of everyone. "There," She said smiling. "I just took it out of the oven, so it's still a bit hot. Let me know what you think."</s> <\|message\|>Dominic Sinclair Dominic's eyes flew open, the ceiling of his dorm greeting him. He instantly realized that his "twenty minute nap" lasted a lot longer than he expected. Dominic rolled over, put on his glasses, and glanced at the alarm clock that sat upon the squat fridge next to his bed. 5:50. Shit. Not only did he sleep through PolySci, but he guessed he was going to be the last one down at the Fresh Pot. Still he just layed in bed, the events in the recent past playing over again in his mind. A smile slowly spread on his face, he had signed up for a medical trial and received superpowers. It was pretty awesome, and went a lot better than Dominic expected it to. After reminiscing for a few moments Dom rose from his bed and freshened up a bit and grabbed his phone and earbuds before heading out the door. Dominic exited the Taggart Complex and immediately set off towards the Fresh Pot. While other's had taken the professor's offer to bunk at the lab, Dominic had insisted on remaining on campus. His deadbeat roomie had finally dropped out, meaning (at least for this semester) he had their double space all to himself. After a short walk he finally arrived at his destination, but looking in the window he saw his hunch of being one of the lasts ones to arrive was correct. Vee was already passing out snacks to Penelope, Orion, Ferghus, Emily, and Felyse. Even Nick had decided to grace the cafe with his presence. "Heeeeey everybody," Dominic said as he walked in the door, "Looks like the whole famn damily is almost here!" He made his way over to the couches, and settled into one that wasn't currently occupied by Ferghus and Nick. "Vee, if its not too much trouble could I get set up with some of that coffee you're handing everyone else?"</s>	<\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather had been dreading the encounter all day. The reminder was there in the back of her mind during her morning run, through all her classes, through the lunch she barely touched. Amy and Jessica had noticed her quietness angry silence, assumed she was just PMSing and did not try to stir her from her mood. It was probably better that way, there was no way they would understand and heather couldn't half believe it herself. They parted at three, Heather trying not to appear bothered by her friends' departure to the training annex Instead, she started toward apartment 214 to wait out the remainder of her time until the big meeting. There was much Heather was not looking forward at this meeting, it seems unlike the rest of the gang, Heather was not very thrilled to have this "gift" forced on her. It was the sensation that alerted Heather to something being wrong the night after she took the little red pill. There was a sensation in her chest, like a powerful pulsing. Then the currents had spread through her body, it felt like hot insects crawling under her skin. In a panic, Heather had tried to call someone for help. The moment her hand grasped her white and gold smartphone, it was drained of all its battery life and it felt as if Heather had fed the pulsing in her chest. Then an explosion of electricity appeared from her finger tips, shattering glass across the room and making the air heavy with the energy. The good doctor tried to explain to Heather what she became, and what he expected of her but the moment he told Heather he would not change her back; she gave in to her temper and would hear nothing more of his experiment. It didn't help that this crazy doctor kept dropping words like "Fate" and "hero" and that he expected Heather to fight crime. She told Doc to "fuck off" and stormed out of the lab. That was days ago. Heather reflected back on that day and her outburst as she walked toward "The Fresh Pot." She was a little ashamed to fly off the handle like she did, but Heather still felt so unsure about this new power. She hadn't used it since it surfaced, going to great lengths to avoid anything that would give her a charge. Heather had ignored all of Rohrbach's calls and emails for a number of reasons. But when Heather chanced the safety of her laptop and saw email about the meeting, she knew she had to attend. Heather walked into the Fresh Pot, sunglasses still over her eyes, and notices she is one of the last to arrive. "Hello everyone." Heather fixes the crowd with a polite smile, which was an improvement compared to her behavior at the last meeting. She found a seat at a table on the edge of the group, still unsure where she fit or if she was welcome. They all seem so over the moon about this project, Heather couldn't see why. She felt the sensation under her skin again, but Heather clasp her hands together and ignored it.</s>
<\|description\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Tough, hardworking and determined are the traits he is most identified with. He hates being treated as weak and moreover hates other people being weak. Joe honestly believes that a person that doesn't stand up for themselves is pathetic and is just making excuses. Joe when outside of work or studies likes to have fun and goof off. Despite all appearances however, he is actually intelligent and knowledgeable about various topics, as well as talented and skilled in numerous daily tasks such as cooking; those close to him dubbed him as a true 'Renaissance Man' - a master of multiple things. This is not quite true though: Everything he does is done out of a desperate need to avoid going back to his former lifestyle. It has made him reckless, cynical, and prone to self-destructive actions. Finally, the thing that can be considered a true weakness is his inability to trust a woman under any circumstance - no matter the consequence. Background: He was born as the son of an aspiring boxer and his High school sweetheart. Named after the greatest boxers the world as ever seen, his father hoped to raise him and create a great boxer out of him. He only got to do half of that. His father died just before he could sign a deal for his first Title Fight due to a car crash. At the time, Joe was 8 years old. His mother, 24 at the time, who had taken care of him up until that point went into depression, before leaving him with his neighbors and disappearing. He resented her ever since. Two years passed, and his life was living hell. His neighbors wife hated him greatly and saw him only as an extra burden. She repeatedly beat him and constantly drove him out of the house. The only reason she didn't kick him out completely was because her husband owed a debt of gratitude to his father, and actually liked him. Still, there was a limit to how much a person could endure. One day, he snapped and just . . . knocked her out. All it took was one hit and a ten year old boy knocked out a fully grown adult. Joe had definitely inherited his fathers genes. Still, out of fear or retribution, he ran out of the house and hid in a nearby park. The park, incidentally, was the training ground of a particular gym owner, who specialized in boxing. Like a moment of true destiny, the man found Joe and in an awkward attempt to snap him out of his depression, began an impromptu boxing session. Joe loved every minute of it. The man, Terry Finkles, was so impressed with him that he invited him to practice at his gym for free. He accepted. As soon as he got back home, he told his aunt and uncle about his meeting with Terry, and announced his intent to become the worlds best boxer. His neighbor was glad to see his father in him, and his wife was glad just to have him out more. Joe took odd jobs once he was fifteen to earn money for himself, and practiced constantly in the gym. Another event occurred, however, and all the money he had earned was stolen by a girl that pretended to be in love with him, and indirectly ruined his reputation in the gym. His distrust towards women solidified even more. The only person that he had left to trust was himself and Terry, he decided. Currently, he is practicing for his debut on the international boxing stage. Chosen Pill Color: Brown Other: Really, really good at boxing, cooking and cleaning.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "Him? A date?" Penelope asked Orion, letting out an short chuckled. "That would be the day." She continued, shaking her head. "But seriously, I feel like I barely know the dude. I wish he'd talk to us a bit more..." She added. Penelope turned to look at Emily, hearing her offer. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nah, I think he'd just be annoyed by it. Better just to wait. I was just curious." She chuckled as she heard Ferghus call out to Orion and then Vee's addition. She lifted her arm, letting her hand snake through the obstacles between her and Vee and gave the black cat a few light pats. "Good kitty." She teased, laughing. "Anyone taking Richer this semester?" Penelope asked absentmindedly while petting Vee. "He was being super annoying in class today. Kept yelling about random stuff, as if we weren't listening. I mean, the dude's a lunatic." She complained, pulling her hand back.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion rather liked the thought of the mini-game, but he didn't let the orange-haired Irishman know that. Sitting back in his chair and mentally going over the things that have been said; mostly about the professor, the black-haired young man nodded and shrugged, all at the same time. Because he could do that. "I have a bunch of no-name teachers. It should be smooth sailing from here." His voice was as calm as ever, even as he ignored Vee's warnings and took out around twenty marbles. Rolling them onto the table, Orion tilted his head slightly, narrowing his crystal blue eyes. His voice was rather distracted as he talked. "Just slap him with an elongated boob. That'll show him." He flicked his finger, and smirked as five of the marbles suddenly blasted towards Felyse, only a little slower than a bullet. Orion leaned back and rose one finger, and five more marbles circulated the digit. With only a push of the mind, one more blasted forward, a bit faster than the other five. He trusted the other man's agility and reflexes, however. If he got hit? Well...that was on him. It's what he would've deserved for interrupting Orion's sleeping time...every....fucking...night at the lab. Orion's face broke out into a rather large, evil grin that only happened when he was thinking evil thoughts.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Orion's marbles were now quickly barreling toward Felyse, dirty trick. In Ferghus's eyes time had slowed, but these were certainly still fast moving projectiles, this was a test, one with consequences. He couldn't let a single one of these telekineticly powered marbles bean the much flimsier Felyse. With a hop off of the comfy cushion Ferghus sprung into action. Placing himself in between the unsuspecting target and his antagonizer. The Irishman, with the aid of his enhanced agility and reflexes, extended his hands in the direction of the incoming projectiles near the speed of a bullet train. Feeling the hefty impact that such small balls of glass can achieve is astonishing. Within a moment five of these orbs were in between the fingers extending from Ferghus's left hand. "Come on Striphe, I could do that one with my eyes closed!" He preemptively turns to walk away when he barely notices Orion's face light up with mischief. Another orb, this one faster than the rest. Such little time, with as much precision as he could Ferghus aligned himself in a way, a shield of sorts for Felyse. The marble flung at high speed glanced across the Irishman's angled shoulder. The impact didn't sound too pretty, a loud smack silenced the cafe for a split moment. Followed by the mocking sound of a marble rolling across wooden boards, and who could forget Orion's half-chuckle. "Ballsch! That'll leave a mark!" Ferghus exclaimed, breaking the silence, and dropped to his knees and clutched the scene of the impact. He faced Orion from the cafe floor and grinned, "Looks like I win. Sure yeh banjaxed me arm, but I guess I caught 'em all." Ferghus let out a forced laugh, fraught with obvious pain. Grabbing the last marble, still rolling about, he rose and returned them to his sadistic partner. Finally he sat down again in the comfy couch beside Nick hoping that no one was staring at him. "Sorry there Vee, Striphe's a pisser yeh know?" He flashed a warm smile and returned to sulking in his pain. "Oh" He spoke in a hushed tone, "Have an icepack?" still staring at the somewhat frustrated kitty cat.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Half a moment passed between the marbles being fired and a vicious feline roar ringing out across the room. In an instant, a black blur launched itself from the couch, pushing it backwards a foot, and before it impacted Orion shifted into a large brown hawk. The effect of the transformation was ruined, however, when Vee realized she didn't know how to fly, and instead of landing on the boy's shoulder as she had intended, she fell to the floor and skidded to a halt. She lay there a moment, stunned, before turning back into a human. "ooooh, ow." She moaned, trying to push herself off the floor and just falling over instead. "mmmm. I don't feel so good." She just continued laying still until Ferghus asked for an ice pack. "Yeah, I'll go find one, and maybe some asprin too..." She pushed herself up a bit and half crawled, half dragged herself toward the counter.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray entered the room, looking disgruntled. He had a big fight coming up in a few months and his training had turned from hard to hell. He flopped down on the nearest couch and sighed deeply. He took a peak at all the others experimenting (playing?) with their powers and snorted; he had barely even used his. He'd experimented some, but in the end found it useless for his daily life, even when used in secret. "Say, does anyone know where the good Prof is? I've got a few questions for him," said Ray, looking around and not seeing the professor. The gruff man knew why they were given these powers, but there was still information that he needed before he could fully commit to this scheme. He didn't know about the others here (heck, he disliked a lot of them on first sight, especially the girls, and especially Penelope and that brat Emily) but he wasn't going in blind.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 Felyse slowly tuned out the conversation at hand, not at all too concern about the good professor's absence or the professor that Penelope was complaining about. The pie before him was all too enticing. Just as he was about to pile on more into his mouth, a giant mass of muscle suddenly knocked into his chair. In his face was a very familiar hand holding a few marbles that had almost practically appeared out of nowhere. "What--?" the young man managed to startle out until Ferghus knocked against his seat once again to act as a human meat shield. The impact was so hard that his chair started to tilt so far to the side until he saw nothing but the ceiling. The sensation of falling brushed against his nerves. Quickly, in stunned daze, he tried to grasp the edge of the table only for his hands to slip. With adrenaline running through his veins, a draft could be felt from beneath as his chair tumbled into the portal that had materialized suddenly. As quickly as it had appeared, the portal was gone before he could get dragged into it as well – only for the hole to reappear behind Orion with that said seat tumbling out and hit the back of the black-haired man's chair. Staring at the scene before him, Felyse had a lot to take in at once. Just one look at the injured Ferghus, the smirking Orion, and the pitifully crawling Vee was enough to understand the jest of it. The teen threw Orion a look of disappointment that clearly expressed his respect for the older man went down a few notches. His gaze soon turned away to matters of more importance. "Well, that was rather reckless, Ferg." Felyse huffed, nonchalantly brushing off any dust from his clothes. Although he might look annoyed, a hint of concern underlined his words. He sighed and shook his head. The wrinkle between his eyebrows disappeared as he stared off into the distance. "I might not be the most ideal couch for these games, but I could've handled it." Turning his gaze to the owner of the cafe, Felyse crawled after to Vee. Being the one who didn't overexert himself, he managed to catch up to her within seconds. "Veeeeee, go sit on the couch. Gimme your arm." He huffed and moved to his feet, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt while offering his shoulder. "I'll get the stuff. Just tell me where it's at."</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Isaacs Nick was fast getting irritated by the stupid marble game that the Mick and Orion were playing, it was one of the many things that he had no desire to learn any thing about, but he was watching the Irishman's body as he moved....his form....his catch....Clarity. His power's kicked in, without even attempting to, he perfectly understood the fine art of catching, angles, trajectory, falling speed, it was all pouring into his head like an adult magazine. To demonstrate his new skill he grabbed his slice of pie, and tossed it in the air, standing on the couch he positioned himself perfectly and SNAP, MUNCH he caught it in his mouth, after wiping of his face, he lit up a cig, and blew the smoke in Orion's face as more students of the project arrived. He took a small sip of his non-alcoholic coffee and spat it on the floor next to him. Goddamnit Vee!, this coffee is too hot, if you're gonna serve me a virgin drink at least let it cool down first, shit. He then slumped back down and put out his cigarette in the still scalding coffee cup. Scowling at nobody in particular he started to whine. And speaking of virgins, where in the crap is that prof.lab rat?, I'm getting bored already, Id rather be home solidifying my place on the 'Call of Glory' online leaderboards. I could give a crap if he's on a 'Date' or not, I got shit to do tonight. He turned towards Emily, re-igniting his sleazy smile. As for me, I don't even waste my time with dates, I prefer to get straight to the point... His eyes wondered over Emily's body until Ray the boxer walked in, he had a heavy step to his muscular weight, and it caught Nick's attention, he was fascinated by fighting disciplines, and could tell just by looking at this man that he knew how to fight. Ray grumbled something about looking for the Prof and Nick approached him, smirking devilishly. Yo, Punchy, hit me in the face, don't knock my head off but pop me with a stiff jab, come on just do it, don't be a pussy, it'll kill time. Nick let his arms swing by his side, showing no intention of retaliation.</s>	<\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray made a sound that was halfway a snort, half a growl. If it came to annoying people, this guy, Nick, he recalled, got on his nerves real fast; he was rude, an asshole, a punk, and an asshole all in one. Just from his face you could tell he was nothing but trouble. If he was asking for something like hitting him, that meant he had something planned. Fine then, he'd play his game, but not by his rules. "If you want it, you got it," he said. Slipping into his 16oz gloves, Ray decided to test the waters and throw a heavy jab on the man's face.</s>
<\|description\|>Finn Rohrbach Appearance Age: 46 Gender: Male Personality: A jumble of thoughts, Finn tends to jumble his words together since his mind works much faster than his mouth. He often has to slow his speech down to snails pace for anyone to understand him. He is ever curious and will always put science above all else, even his own life. He often will not eat while experimenting as it would only slow progress which is why he is so skinny all of the time. He does not socialize outside of his lab and will not normal talk to others unless explaining his latest and greatest experiment. Background: Finn grew up in a home that never believed in him. They all told him he'd be a farmer like his dad, but Finn wanted desperately to prove himself. He got such good grades in school that he got a full ride to a college in America and immediately moved to the states, gaining his citizenship. After graduating, Finn stayed in America and acquired a job nearby a college with his own lab. At first, he wasn't concerned with fighting crime, but certain events led up to this. The discovery of a new, interesting element, Element Zero, as Rohrbach called it, and the murder of his wife, Lucille. Bent on justice, Rohrbach uses this new element to create a band of superheroes to fight crime in his stead.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray made a sound that was halfway a snort, half a growl. If it came to annoying people, this guy, Nick, he recalled, got on his nerves real fast; he was rude, an asshole, a punk, and an asshole all in one. Just from his face you could tell he was nothing but trouble. If he was asking for something like hitting him, that meant he had something planned. Fine then, he'd play his game, but not by his rules. "If you want it, you got it," he said. Slipping into his 16oz gloves, Ray decided to test the waters and throw a heavy jab on the man's face.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "No fighting..." Vee said without her usual strength. She was seeing double, and her head was pounding a beat for her stomach to dance to. "Oouuh, maybe shifting so fast isn't a good idea..." She allowed herself to be led to the couch, only protesting slightly. "There's some frozen pees in the freezer for Fer... urg... and some asprin in the first aid kit on the wall." She closed her eyes and buried her face in the couch, trying to keep from vomiting.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson At Penelope's request, Heather flipped the sunglasses upward until the darken lenses rested on top of her head. She didn't say much else, choosing to sip the black coffee Vee had offered her and listen in one the ongoing conversation. Where in the world is that professor of theirs. "Well, I'm sure we're not the only lab rats he planned to poke and prod at today." Heather wraps her hands around the smooth mug as she talks, paying little attention to the marble game that was happening around her. "He probably needed to pencil us in today, right between ranting and raving in front of his captive audience of students and unethically playing god before sitting down to 'Wheel of Fortune.'" Heather adds a shrug and a casual smile, "You know, usual old mad scientist stuff."</s> <\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach Only the Brave dare to look upon the gray-upon the things that cannot be explained easily, upon the things which often engender mistakes, upon the things whose cause cannot be understood, upon the things we must accept and live with. And therefore only the Brave dare to look upon difference without flinching. -Richard Hungerford Finn Rohrbach stood with a puzzled look on his face. In front of him, a whiteboard covered with complex calculations and data. He tilted his head slightly, for the umpteenth time this evening, and furrowed his brow. A curious hand rose to stroke the stubble on his chin, a move that he said made him feel more... scientific. In reality, it just sort of made him look... odd. One of the science majors and her professor, Dr. Stanton, stood behind him, passing confused glances to one another. "Ah-ha! I've got it!" He exclaimed, only trying to further his ridiculous stereotyping. The two behind him, the short stumpy older gentleman, and the tall and lanky science nerd beside him, both gave him startled looks, even more confused by his actions. All they'd wanted was a second opinion on their research... For the next hour or so, Rohrbach spent his time explaining the fallacies in their analysis of the results and their error in the experiment, completely dissolving all of their previous hard work. The man, Dr. Stanton, gave Rohrbach an unamused look before politely asking the man to leave so that he and his students, half of the class was still there, could continue their lesson. Rohrbach turned to look at the rest of the students who had decided to stay through his long dialogue. "O-Oh! Well, hello there!" He greeted them, a goofy grin on his face. "I suppose I must have taken up quite a bit of your time, I apologize." He told them, looking at his watch to see how long he'd been there. 6:07 PM ... ... Before the students even had time to react, Rohrbach was racing down the hallways, his lab coat fluttering furiously behind him. The students he passed by could only catch a glimpse at the man's face, shock registering on their own. For... it was a face not many got to see. For such a laid back individual who worked so closely with the school, the students had hardly ever seen him so... fierce. Or at least, those that had tried very hard to forget about it. Making up for lost time, Rohrbach, once on the first floor, took the first open window he could find and jumped, avoiding the unlucky circumstance of his coat getting caught. He raced from Brumley Center across campus and by the time he'd even gotten close to Vee's place, he was out of breath and practically dying. For anyone looking on, he must have looked like a creepy old man, zombified. "Oh no, Rohrbach's really gone crazy now!" He heard girls gossip to one another, trying their best to avoid him. With heavy breaths, he dragged himself toward the Fresh Pot and laid a heavy hand down on the handle. Pulling it open, he stumbled inside, and looked around, his breaths still very heavy and labored. "Ah... I see... you all... made... it." He breathed before stumbling his way over to the nearest empty table and collapsing into a chair. "How... have all of your days been?" He asked, putting a rather pathetic smile on his face. "I'm... not late am I?" He asked, feigning ignorance.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 After dumping Vee onto the nearest empty couch, Felyse followed the young woman's instructions and made his way to the freezer and then to the first aid kit. While doing so, the good professor Rohrbach was dragging himself through the door and onto the nearest table. "Quite dandy, professor. Like a candy in the fall," Felyse answered with a thoughtful yet distant expression. "Who held you captive while you missed out on all the pie?" He tilted his head slightly to the side and – for no apparent reason – lightly tapped the top of the professor's head with a slender finger while he walked pass. Although the professor had the looks of a ragamuffin with his lab coat in all disarray, such image wasn't a touch out of place. Ever since the teen had moved into the lab, he would see that man in such a state more often than twice a week especially if the professor had been concocting something in the lab all night. Maybe a few bags of skittles would help. Ignoring the manly bonding taking place between Nick and the newcomer Ray, Felyse waltzed over to Vee and handed her some aspirin. "Here you go, spud. Incoming!" Felyse did the same with Ferghus, tossing the Irish man the bag of frozen peas and a couple pills of aspirin. He then sat on the arm of the couch whose only other occupant was Dominic, and waited patiently - which was just spacing out.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy The pain from the impact was rather horrendous, Ferghus almost began to fear what everyone in this room was truly capable of doing, of all the people who could be hurt by their newfound power, of all those who could be saved. Struggling to catch the freezing bag of peas due to his momentary distraction of thought, the wounded Irishman glanced toward the detached boy and smiled, Felyse was odd, yet Ferghus enjoyed his company in an almost curious sort of way. He placed the cool vegie pack upon the point of impact soothing the pain through a the sleeve of his jacket. A cursory look at the marble inflicted wound was all it took to realize that this was going to be a right nasty bruise in the morning. Only moderately discheveled his attention was set upon the exhausted Rohrbach, he spoke in a rather facetious tone, "And just where've yeh been? Hmm Doc?" Without waiting for a response Ferghus adds, "Now I'm not meaning to be rude or anything, but yeh were so brief in the message. Why'd you ask us all to meet? Don't tell me our powers are gonna go insane an backfire or something." Adding in the last part sarcastically. So many questions he had for the professor, so few did he ever receive a direct answer to, rather a drawn out and dodgy explanation of some tangent or another.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather quietly watches Dr. Rohrbach burst into the cozy café, silencing the room of all speculation and gossip. She takes a sip from her mug as he collapses in a chair, enjoying the bitter coffee and the heat it provided. "Been pretty peachy Rohrbach," Heather replies sarcastically with a smile, "I mean, all things considered." She watches the older man catch his breath, it seem he had been in a huge rush to get here. Heather turns her attention to Ferghus, who had a really good point. Why the hell are any of them here, in such a casual location? "I agree with Ferghus, everyone here probably has a lot of questions. I for one would like to know what we are doing in your little science experiment and when you will decide to pass out those pretty antidotes." Heather pushes the half empty mug away and leans forward in her chair. "Do we need to run some mazes maybe? Or do you have fun surveys for us all to fill out?" Heather tried not to sound angry as she talked to the doctor, but her mood from the other night was beginning to surface. Until Heather was given a reason not to be angry for being deceived or afraid of what was happening to her, she was going to remain slightly irritated with Rohrbach.</s>	<\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach Rohrbach took a moment to catch his breath as the students bombarded him with questions. Ferghus even asked if their powers would backfire. That was a bit of a laugh. No, it probably... wouldn't.... Right? Yeah. Hasn't yet and it's been like... a month. And they were all doing relatively well. Well... With the powers, not all of them had emotional stability just yet. But... Rohrbach figured they'd get used to it eventually, even come to grow an affection for their powers. What was that one movie with the nanny? When they didn't want her, she would be there. When they wanted her, she had to go. Rohrbach let out a little huff, chuckling to himself before he replied to them. "No, no. No chance of that, Ferghus." He told him, chuckling slightly. He turned to Felyse who was helping those that, for whatever reason, seem injured. "Ahh... It was my old mistress, Science. She always has me wrapped around her slender, handsome fingers." He responded, rather dramatically. He then turned to Heather, a look of surprise on his face. "Nothing of the sort! My, you speak as if I see you all as lab rats." He began, shaking his head. "No, my dear. I've explained it all before, haven't I? I hand selected you to help me on my... mission, I suppose you could call it. If you don't want to help, that's fine. But I won't be helping you with your powers." He explained, his voice growing dark near the end. "But... I'm here because I have news for all of you!" He spoke again, his voice suddenly much brighter. He pulled out a rather large tablet from his lab coat pocket and flicked the screen on; on it was a news report. "I have two cases for you all to go on. Of course, this means that you will have to split into groups of two. I've already handled the list of who will be going with who, but I will let the groups chose which case they would rather take on." He explained matter-of-factly. One page was about a series of bank robberies that involved a family of robbers, the Pattersons. The other explained the actions of a recent terrorist. Rohrbach lays the tablet out on the table for the group to look at. "The groups I have decided on are as follows... Group 1 Emily Ray Ferghus Felyse Heather Group 2 Penelope Orion Nicholas Vee Dominic Darrien If I left anyone out, please let me know. Or if you need to hear which group you are in again." The doctor explained, his voice clear. "Also, when you all decide on which you'd like to take, send one of you to tell me at the lab. That's pretty much it. Oh! And, please start on your missions this week. No slacking off. I won't set a deadline, but I'll be keeping watch. And... let those that aren't here know? Thank you!" He explained further. "If you need help in anyway, you know where to find me. Also, I will leave a piece of paper with my number on it so that you may all contact me as you need to. But please, only use it in cases of emergency. I can't be bothered to answer it if you call me every day." He told them, "You are free to look at the tablet at your leisure. Orion, when you come back will please take the tablet with you? I'll be counting on you. Goodbye!" He finished as he stood, left a small piece of paper, and walked out of the building, headed back for the lab.</s>
<\|description\|>Tyler Jeremiah Age: 32 Appearance: Lean build, defined jaw line and light stubble; bright green eyes and dark brown, almost black hair Faction: Civilian: Mechanic Sidearm: A spring-activated knife that Tyler constructed himself in his free time. The blade is longer than a typical pocket knife but otherwise is the same. Skills: Tyler is good at fixing basic machines and small gadgets. Having grown up working in his father's mechanic shop, and since his father's death taken over the business, he's gotten his share of experience. Bio: Tyler grew up in a decent household. That is to say, he always had at least two meals a day. His father owned a machine shop in the lower end of the City of Londonary. When he was 9, Tyler's father brought him into the shop to start learning the trade of being a mechanic. Tyler quickly grew accustomed to the dirt and grime that came with working on machines, and soon grew a talent. After his father passed away at the age of 53, Tyler took over the shop at 17. Once he began working on his own, he started promoting the shop, which he renamed Machine's Cure. Over the years, he's gotten a steady flow of business and income, and has a house in the middle class area of the city, though the shop is more in the lower end section. Instead of finding a different job to get out of the lower end area, he continues to work at his shop. This is mostly in dedication respect to his father, who kept him fed and healthy, but also due to his skill in fixing machines.</s> <\|message\|>Aura Lodestone He was not sure how long it had been since he had went off on his own as he checked his backpack, he only had half of his bread left and his water had already began to run out. He was all alone in this world with no friends or family, right now he was lost and without a purpose other than his blade which he kept in his bag as well. He got really lost in the street as there seemed to be a huge commotion of sorts, as he could not figure out what was actually going on at the time. He looked around really confused as to why the people were so busy and noticed some people setting up stalls as it was his first time actually seeing the main square of town before. He had spent so much time in the mines and working under people he never got to see the world around him. He could smell some fresh food that was probably cooked recently, but he began to think that he would soon starve since he had no money. He had only remembered now that he should have taken money before setting off on his adventure or journey to find his place in the world. He also heard some parents laughing and playing with their children as he looked down sadly having never known that experience too well. He felt deep down inside he did not fit in with this place as he began to search around for a place to go work on his gears. He was not all there when suddenly he got knocked over as he fell on his back as this really pudgy man knocked him over, a familiar man who he had forgotten was the mayor of this town. Not that it really mattered he was a bit upset that the man just did not take note of who was in his way, did not matter who you were could no one respect people or have any manners. Then a serious guy stood over the kid and said. "Watch where you going kid, do not go bothering the mayor you little brat" He wanted to hit this guy so hard right now, but that would not help him get to work on more gears, as he sighed and looked away and just whispered stubbornly, "Sorry..." giving a deep pause as if he wanted to add something to the end of that fake apology. Why did he need to apologize to people when they are in the wrong, or was it always meant to be him who was wrong all the time. He had to be wrong because he was a peasant, a worthless brat, a servant who now no longer had a master. He was nothing more than a stray dog to this rich people he thought to himself. As he sat there people just walked passed him as if he was not even there, not like anyone would care since they were too busy enjoying something. He heard someone announcing it was time as he just sat there and listened. The man then said something that helped him get an idea of where he was, he was in Londonary and it had been some time but he was not even sure when he had gotten there to be honest. He heard something about an amazing day, but was there really such a thing as an amazing day as the little boy thought to himself. He then began thinking more and looked up to the sky and wondered why he could not just get work since he was already sixteen. The people here would accept him would they not? He then saw something he had never seen before as they unveiled a large clock, the beautiful gears and the pristine design, the creation so perfect until he noticed a blemish as he held his mouth for a moment nearly losing himself at the sight as he remembered that day. He wanted to get away from this place as the people all began running like crazy, one person kicked him to the side and a few stepped on him as well with some people only going around him afterwards. He was used to being treated like dirt anyways as he did not know where to go from here, he tried standing up slowly a bit hurt and feeling sore here and there. He then stood up and looked towards the clock tower as he glared at it wondering who would defile this beautiful clock, rather than thinking about how they could have killed the person to begin with. Before he even knew it he was nearly alone in the town square as he took this time to scavenge some resources getting some food and coin and stuffing it into his backpack. Not that anyone cared they just ran off on their own it was their fault for not watching over their goods. No matter what happens if you do not look after yourself then no one else will, is what he had thought and would continue to think. This was just another day in the life of Aura</s> <\|message\|>Kacey Wall "How the hell does this happen!?! I wanna kill the bastard that murdered Michael!" "Calm down Kacey! Getting angry won't change what happened, besides, we have no idea who did it." Kacey and Peter sat within opposite sides of the car that was speeding away from the scene. Kacey's expression was both full of rage and on the edge of sorrow while Peter was trying his hardest to bring out that sorrow and suppress that violent animal that Kacey held within. Knowing that the Mayor was beginning to talk sense, Kacey punched the side wall of the cabin in order to let as much frustration out as possible in one go. The force leaving the surface of his skin torn and blood began to weep it's way from the wound. "I told you before, did I not, that I will arrange for your brother's body to be obtained, and then we will uncover what happened and deal with those involved in the correct, 'legal' manner," Peter sat back in his chair and let out a deep breath knowing that he was beginning to get through to his friend. "I know of a Surgeon in the city with some questionable backgrounds. Information of his arrival and Right to Practice appeared on my desk not too long ago," His words began to contradict exactly what he was talking about in the previous statement, but they were drawing Kacey's attention like a moth to a flame. "...however, I dismissed the documents due to the dire lack of physicians we have at the current time." The information about the Mayor's motives came at almost the same time that the car arrived to a halt at the Aristocrat's Manor. The door opened out to reveal the bright sunlight from outside, a brightness that forced Kacey to shield his eyes with his hand. "Have a think about what I said," Peter spoke as he looked forward without being phased by the radiating heat coming in from the outside, "Until next time." Kacey stepped down onto the dirty brick pathway and heard the door close behind him, he turned around to see a driver step back into the front and give him a wave goodbye. As the sound of the motor faded off before him, he made his way towards the front door where he saw it open. Emerging from inside was a woman with long, red hair and a beautifully hand crafted dress. She came for him in a joyous dash but quickly noticed the expression on his face before slowing down to a standstill. "What's wrong?!" She asked as she held his hands to the side of her face. "Michael's... dead," he whispered to his wife as her face began to loose all colour. "I need to speak to the True Heir." Slowly Kacey pulled his hands away and began to walk past her towards the front door, leaving her in shock as to what had happened today. The two men waited for the majority of the crowd to clear before stepping away from the alcove. Slowly they walked the streets, noticing that with every step they took the alleyways and corridors grew even more silent and abandoned. It was unusual, almost eerie and creepy but they soon stopped opposite a small Machine Shop. Jeffery looked across the street at the sign while Dwayne was a bit more inquisitive noticing all the shops that were closed for the day. "You sure about this place?" "Positive," spoke Jeffery as he pulled a lump of rock from within his coat and examined the radiant beauty that it contained. "He will surely be interested in this. It's not every day that you come across a quantity of ore as rare as this." Jeffery began to cross the street towards the shop with Dwayne following him like a lost dog. They reached the side walk when Dwayne spoke about something that should of remained unspoken unless they were within closed doors, "And will he build the same Jackhammers his father built?" At that moment he felt a push and was pinned against the wall next to the shop front with Jeffery staring him in the eyes, "Fool! Think before you speak next time." The pressure off Dwayne was released and Jeffery straightened up his clothes to make him look more presentable. He took a look around noticing that there was very little chance for anyone around to hear what it was that they quarrelled about before finally addressing his sibling, "Brother, you know full well that we do not discuss his 'arms' out in public." Jeffery moved towards the shop door and pressed against it, noticing that it was open and chimed off a small bell from above the door jam. His brother followed suit knowing that this was a brilliant example as to why Jeffery was in charge of the family affairs.</s>	<\|message\|>Tyler Jeremiah Tyler looked up to the two men that had walked in and stood up. "Excuse me sirs, give me a moment, I'll be right with you." He walked behind the counter into the back room and changed back into his work outfit. As he took his coat off, he felt the necklace he bought in his pocket. Tyler took the necklace out, took a moment to admire the design once more, and put it on and tucked it under his shirt. He quickly washed his hands off splashed water on his face to try and calm down after the panic in the courtyard. As he walked back to the front of the shop, he put on a smile and tried to appear friendly. "Sorry about that. How may I help you?"</s>
<\|description\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ____________________________________ Zhijiru Age: 17 Hair Color: Black, messy, mid-length Eye Color: Green, however his left eye is infected (black and red) and is usually covered Height: 5' 4" Body Type: Between average and thin Starting Information: Zhijiru was infected at a young age with an eye that turns all goopy and leaks black mud or ink when it isn't covered. He's is outcasted by his fellow villagers because of his afliction. Not much people know about his affliction and is considered a myth or rumor even to most people from his own village. He is trying to stay out of trouble to regain a better status among his people to gain a sense of belonging. But he has to travel from village to village to sell alone, with no family to help him. Sometimes thugs and bandits steal from him and there is really nothing he can do about it. He just hopes that no one will kill him as he tries to find his place in the world. ____________ Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru's village, Talrasha, was a quite populated area, but the houses were mostly made out of simple straw, wood, and rarely brick or stone. The house that his family left behind after they died was one of the cheaper made straw and wood houses. Because there wasn't enough family members to delegate any tasks to anymore, the house was already half crumbled due to his long travels. Each time he returned the house was in a poorer condition than when he left it. Sometimes, signs that indicated it wasn't just nature's doing. And he didn't have the time, energy, or money to keep fixing it again and again. He decided it was time for him to save up money to buy a better house that could stand up on it's own for a longer time. Maybe invest in a lock. He expected that it would take years though. In the early morning before he set out to the marketplace he grabbed what few gold, silver, and copper coins he had in a bag and quickly dashed into a forested area near his house. He stood in a clearing, checked the landmarks and dug into the ground using a thin stone and his bare hands. He buried some coins. He had learned from past experiences to not leave money in his house, or keep too much money on him. Villagers, despite usually scoffing at a distance, also stole from him when he was away. It was desperate times in a once close and happy community. He kept a few coins with him, in case he needed to buy equipment, food, shelter, or other items to barter with. He buried the rest, knowing well that the forests were deemed as cursed for what happened to himself and others. No one would come here looking for coins. Villagers avoided this area as much as possible. Zhijiru took a short cut home off the path, nearly tripping on a corpse. But that was normal around the cursed forest. After returning home he packed his goods in his wagon. Two hens, a rooster, eggs, his dog Diesel, a young Norwegian Elkhound, and various but few crops, food, and the last two sets of china his mother used to make by hand and sell by the dozens. Lastly, the last sword his father made, hoping to get at least 100 gold coins for it. He always resisted displaying it for sale, because of his fear of departing from it and the memories of his father along with it. His wagon was being pulled by a single ox. His last strong ox. If he lost him, he would have to travel and sell wares by foot. After he finished filling his cart he guided his ox along past the busy streets by walking alongside it. It was dangerous otherwise, a kid might startle it as a prank. People from the village averted their gaze from Zhijiru. Either they were afraid that he would also curse them, or that they believed that they were above him. One large man spat in his face as he passed by. Zhijiru rubbed it off and kept going. It wasn't unusual treatment, but rage was still welling up inside him. After the streets cleared up he climbed up the wagon front and drove the ox to the busy marketplace that linked up several towns and villages. Some of which, Zhijiru have not visited or heard of. The lonely drive always helped calm him down. By the time he reached the market and set up shop it was in the afternoon. He set up everything for display in a stall in front of his wagon, his ox tied up to the wagon next to it. The only thing hidden was the sword and half of the money he carried with him. Business was going slowly, as usual. Not often did people want to buy from a dirty poor kid. Sometimes Zhijiru thought the sales he got were just to humor or pity him.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca popped up beside Zhijiru's market stall. He had been there earlier by a few hours. He would not normally do that, but the potion shop he used to work in burned down mysteriously, along with its owner. Well, he got his payday before that, so he could last a bit before having to find work again. "Jiru! You're late!" chirped Luca. He grabbed an apple, and looked upon every corner of it. Looked fine. Probably tasted good, and worked well as an alchemical component. Placing a silver coin on the wagon, Luca bit into the apple and munched noisily. With a grin and a wink at Zhijiru, he leaned on the wagon and looked skywards. "Everything the same, huh? I wanted to ask my employer if she knew a way to cure your eye, but it kind of went tits up when she died in a fire. Any news?" Finishing the apple, he threw the core into a nearby ditch.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Jiru! You're late!" chirped Luca. "Oh God, not Luca," Zhijiru thought. There was always something contagious about Luca's cheerfulness that somehow always caught Zhijiru by surprise, it was more of the idea or concept of Luca that annoyed him. That damn silver hair reminded him of his father. Zhijiru never spoke about his father to Luca, but the opposite personalities made the encounters more bearable. They were clearly not the same person. Zhijiru took the coin and placed it out of sight and under the wagon. "My house, if you want to call that garbage heap, is a wreck. I need to move out, build a new one, or buy one." Zhijiru slumped over his stall counter. "But a few silver coins each trip to the market won't help me. I'll be an old man before I can change anything, and that'll only be if I don't get robbed until then." Zhijiru looked back at the wagon, inside had his father's sword hidden. He knew he'd never sell it, but always contemplated the 'what if' if he did. "And stop trying to get me cured, I feel like something is wrong with me enough as it is." Zhijiru itched the bandage that covered his eye. He diagonally wrapped white bandages around his head and over his left eye and left ear. It wasn't the most classy way to cover his affliction, but he didn't know any pirates.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "Aww," Luca cooed. He popped around to one of the hens and starting poking around it. The hen clucked disparagingly, as if proud of itself even as it sat in the cage with the other, more timid chicken. "Ya' haven't reached the 'twilight of your life', yet, Jiru!" Luca waved his hand out in a grandiose gesture as he said 'twilight', imitating the deep voice of the average well-spoken storyteller. "The day is young! Do something! Maybe if you can train hard, and get a proper eyepatch..." Luca pondered on the thought. He imagined Zhijiru, wearing a set of full platemail. A black eye-patch covering his afflicted eye, and a greatsword hanging from his back. A well-trained mercenary ready to fight for gold, God or country, and a little sexy too. "Zhijiru, the Land Pirate! Zhijiru the Iron!" he rattled off potential nicknames as he poked the annoyed hen. "Zhijiru the Dark Knight. Zhijiru the—" The young man yelped as the hen bit his finger, and clucked disapprovingly as he snatched his hand away from the cage. "You need to tame this hen before she goes on a rampage, Jiru," said Luca, poking his head around the corner of the wagon to look at the shopkeeper right in the face with a toothy grin. "She's a natural-born killer, I tell you! Arm her with a sword and she will take down knights and kings!" Luca laughed, rubbing his sore, chicken-bit finger.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru pulled Luca's finger in front of his face to look at it. The beak of his hens were sharp, mostly because they were wild. It likely would have cut into the skin, at least. But when he saw that it didn't, his eye throbbed at him. He gently squeezed the finger, and a single drop came out. "Don't just leave it open!" Zhijiru said, referring to the wounded finger. put one hand into his pocket and pulled out some spare bandages. He licked the blood off of Luca's finger and wrapped it in a bandage. Zhijiru did it without thinking, especially since he got an infection in his eye from leaving it open at the wrong place at the wrong time. As rare as the parasite in his eye was, he didn't want to risk it on a friend-- but as the seconds went on, he realized that was probably not something he should have done, and looked away a slight bit embarrassed. "A-Anyways. There aren't much heroes here. And not any I'd have the courage to approach. Maybe if I had something to offer them in return they would consider training me."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca's face turned red the moment he saw Zhijiru's tongue stick out. Where the tongue went wasn't as worrying as the fact that he had suddenly thought of it in the first place, but that didn't help. "T-thanks." Luca forced out his appreciation, even as the environment between the two just became a lot more nerve-wracking. His father told him once that "Make people laugh if you can't do anything to help." "A... curse is almost as good as a talent," muttered Luca, staring at the bandaged finger. The linens Zhijiru spent on this bandage were generous, more so than Luca would have bothered putting on himself. "And you're alive. That's what you can offer them." He scratched his hair a little nervously. "If that helps at all. LOOK AT THE LOVELY WEATHER TODAY!" Luca shouted out to the sky in a ridiculous attempt to change the subject, and even the passers-by noticed Luca's yelling. With a quiet, mild-mannered squeak, Luca retreated to the hens, and glared at the feisty chicken who bit him. "I'm buying you for supper." "Cluck!" the chicken replied. It sounded like it said: "Bring it, bitch!"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS You could imagine, Zhijiru sinking slow on his counter and covering his face as the people starred in the direction of Luca's exclamation. He peeked out past his arm watching the people go by after realizing it was nothing. "You seem very itchy for adventure today. All this talk about heroes and such. And honestly, it's starting to get to me." Zhijiru paused, "In a good way-- I mean. Maybe I should close up early and we could do something. Not sure what though..." Zhijiru paused, taking a deep breath. "It's not like I have parents that can stop me from being irresponsible anymore." He said it, not at all feeling like the death of his family was holding him down, but somehow freeing. He took another inhale, not as deep. Then he sat down and held up Diesel the Norwegian Elkhound on his lap. "Or maybe I could just stay here and be a good boy, make money... and such," he said, nodding to himself in approval.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "You could get drunk and shag the waitresses." Luca laughed at the mental image. "Cluck!" the hen clucked at him, turning her head right after she did so. Luca glared back at the chicken. "You say that again, and I'm plucking the feathers off you, one by one." Of course, Luca couldn't understand chicken speech, but he guessed what the chicken said and replied appropriately. "Cluck. Cluck." Translation: I'll bite your fucking balls off. "Good luck with that, dinner," Luca snorted. That was physically impossible, for reasons he'd rather not discuss. "Cluck!" Translation: Eunuch! Luca shook his head. "Jiru, I'm buying this spiteful oversized dinner. How much?" He popped his head back to the counter, looking at Zhijiru... and his dog. Luca was a cat person, but Diesel was a big sweetheart that he could tolerate. "You're not making money, Zhijiru, the way you handle business. I've seen funeral homes with more customer loyalty."</s>	<\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Before Zhijiru could retort back, a woman who appeared to be in higher social class than himself appeared. Her clothing was of a simple farmer, but it was a lot cleaner and she appeared to be wearing light make-up. "You seem like a lively bunch," she smiled. "I see that you have chicke--" Zhijiru pointed quickly to the exact chicken that Luca was talking too, "I have this fiiiine chicken here, only for 20 silver." Zhijiru usually sold his chickens for 10 silver, but this was his way of getting back at Luca's comment. Diesel hopped off Jiru's lap, and had an interest in the woman, slowly approaching her.</s>
<\|description\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ____________________________________ Zhijiru Age: 17 Hair Color: Black, messy, mid-length Eye Color: Green, however his left eye is infected (black and red) and is usually covered Height: 5' 4" Body Type: Between average and thin Starting Information: Zhijiru was infected at a young age with an eye that turns all goopy and leaks black mud or ink when it isn't covered. He's is outcasted by his fellow villagers because of his afliction. Not much people know about his affliction and is considered a myth or rumor even to most people from his own village. He is trying to stay out of trouble to regain a better status among his people to gain a sense of belonging. But he has to travel from village to village to sell alone, with no family to help him. Sometimes thugs and bandits steal from him and there is really nothing he can do about it. He just hopes that no one will kill him as he tries to find his place in the world. ____________ Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS The woman smiled at Luca. "Oh? Well, I do like my... Food. Full of spunk and energy." Diesel creeped up closer to the woman and sniffed her ankle. "Oh, goodness. What a cute dog, is he for sale too?" Diesel flinched back a bit every time she moved slightly. Dogs usually did flinching as a playful gesture, but Diesel seemed to do it cautiously. "No, he isn't." Zhijiru crawled under his counter and pulled Diesel back. But Diesel kept going back to her. Zhijiru shrugged and picked up the cage the chicken was in. Zhijiru stuck his tongue at Luca instead of responding to his comment, (away from the woman so she wouldn't see,) and put it on the counter. The woman looked at the chicken for a few seconds, smiled, and handed the 20 silver coins. Zhijiru took a moment to make sure that they were real, checking the weight of them and seeing if any paint would come off but everything checked out. The odd thing was, Zhijiru was surprised she took the chicken for that price, and especially after Luca's comment about it not being tame. "Thanks," said the woman, smiling, as she took the chicken away. Zhijiru kept watching the woman as she walked away. She didn't walk like a farmer, she swayed her hips left and right needlessly, and honestly she didn't smell like one either (not to be a creep or anything). Why would a farmer agree to such a price, he almost meant it like a joke, if anything. There were other small things that didn't sit well with him. As he watched her, for a moment her silhouette changed. He rubbed his eyes and she disappeared into the crowd. Jiru shook his head, he probably couldn't see her well, after all, he only had one eye to go off of. "Sorry about that Luca, I didn't actually think she'd take it, but I wasn't going to say no if she did." He tossed a single coin in the air and caught it.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir That woman dressed the part of a farmer, but the way she moved and acted seemed off. If she was going incognito, she was doing a poor job at it, especially the part where she suddenly disappeared into the crowd. Of course, guessing what she was pretending not to be was going to be tricky, but Luca could try. "I bet you your chicken that's a hero or someone, pretending to be a local," Luca commented off-handedly. "Oh, and did you know your tongue's black?" He lied, but maybe it was time to shake up Jiru a bit. Crouching down at the counter, Luca glanced lazily in Jiru's direction. "Looks like you're eating something nice tonight. Or, well, at least, eating." Luca let out a little laugh. Jiru was dirt-poor, and Luca was only averagely poor, but any form of charity from Luca to Jiru seemed wrong. Unless Jiru was in the most dire of circumstances, but he never actually reached that point. Luca couldn't count how many times Jiru almost became too poor to even survive, though. The key word, in this case, was almost.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru was sort of drowning out what Luca was babbling about. He tend to that sometimes. "WHAT?!" Jiru said, and attempted to look at his tongue to see if it was black. But then he realized Luca was just trying to get his attention. He took a jab at Luca's upper arm in return. "Why would anyone pretend to be a farmer? Being a farmer sucks." "Let's eat somewhere tonight, my treat. I mean, of course, it has to be in my budget. It's the least I can do for selling the chicken you had such interest in." Zhijiru looked around. "Where's Diesel?" His eyes got bigger as he looked around frantically.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca felt elated at the thought. Days where he could sponge off Zhijiru and anyone else were rare, and he would utterly take advantage of that. "Sure! At least the bastard chicken's going to die." Zhijiru was only looking at the surface. A hero would be disguised as a farmer to avoid suspicion, and save the world while in disguise. "She's probably hunting down evil incognito. She only looks like a farmer now, but she's dispensing justice." When his friend mentioned Diesel, he looked around too. Diesel often tried to sniff his groin for one reason or another, and he was sort of glad that Diesel wasn't doing that now. But where was the dog, anyway? "I don't know. Is he pissing on a lamppost?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru shuddered at the idea of Diesel getting lost. He was a smart dog, and never wandered too far. If he did, he was always trusted to come back. He was more vigorous than Zhijiru was, and he surely had to get real sustenance exploring while his master wasn't looking, even though he master never actually noticed when he had left in previous occasions. It dawned on him, that the dog had taken a liking to the fake farmer. Suddenly the ideas in Zhijiru's head started going at a thousand miles per hour. Did Diesel follow her? What if she had better food than Zhijiru did and decided to stay with her? What if she was going to EAT HIM? Oh the humanity! He imagined a slightly pudgier version of Diesel wagging his short curly tail, eating like a king. Zhijiru couldn't have that. Zhijiru turned to Luca, and roughly grabbed Luca's shoulders, "Stay here! I'm going to go get him!" Zhijiru hopped the counter and started to run in the direction of the woman. Not thinking at all that Luca was not to be trusted with... well... anything.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca squeaked as Jiru grabbed him and deputised him at the shop. He really must have loved the dog a lot. So much so that he left Luca in charge of the store. The worried look upon Zhijiru's face as he looked into the distance, especially when his face twisted into so many depictions of terror, was a mixture of horrifying and just a tinge of amusing to Luca. Zhijiru looked terrified, but cartoonishly so. The young man stared in awe as Zhijiru vaulted over the store counter and towards some random direction. He forgot where the woman went, and she was hopefully unrelated to this. With Jiru come, he could at least do something. Crouching under the counter, he lifted off his shirt and adjusted his chest-bindings. Luca called himself a man, but biology decided otherwise. It was fortunate that Zhijiru never knew. Once that was done, he stood up, picked off an apple from the counter, and placed another silver coin of his own. He bit into it and munched noisily, watching passers-by with a lazy gaze.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru dashed through the marketplace. He couldn't spot the lady anywhere. Thankfully Diesel was trotting along rather carelessly. The happy dog seemed like he was lost with that dumb face he had. Tongue hanging out, tail wagging, and nearly hopping in his step. But beyond that Diesel knew exactly where he was going. Zhijiru grabbed the dog, and startled him in the process. Which was unusual since Zhijiru snuck up on him all the time and the dog always seemed to know he was coming. The dog squirmed in his arms. "H-Hey!" The dog jumped off of him and started to run off. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed frustrated before running to catch up. He followed the dog left and right and around people before the dog stopped at a dead end. Exhausted, Zhijiru could only muster a, "Ha... you... f-fat... dog," breathing in between every word. The dog put his paws against a scrap metal on the wall and started pushing on it, but then jumped up and down as if super excited to meet someone. His tail wagging frantically. "Arf, arf!" The metal went, bang bang, as the dog jumped against the scrap. Bang bang bang. A voice could be heard past the wall of the alley. "Who's making that racket?!" it sounded like a very, very angry man. Zhijiru swooped up his dog, more forcefully this time and hid behind a barrel. It smelled like rotting fish. A man came out, swinging a butcher's knife, trying to see if he could locate the perpetrator. Zhijiru held Diesel's mouth shut, resulting in a very quiet, "Omph, omph" as Diesel's cheek's inflated and deflated with each attempted bark. The man soon mumbled to himself and shut the door behind him. Zhijiru sighed in relief. However, Zhijiru heard a familiar, "cluck cluck" coming from the wall next to him. Diesel pushed away again and stuck his nose in the crack of the wall. Jiru stared at him for a second and just thought, "What are you doing? You stupid dog..." He pulled the dog away, and decided to take the chance to look through the little hole. He peered downwards into it, as it appeared that he was seeing into a basement. "Cluck cluck cluck" The chicken was there, and so was a familiar voice, but in a not-so-familiar body. The dirty farmer with her hair up, was now a shorter, younger woman, with long black silky hair. "We meet again at last, chicken," said the woman. He thought to himself, "She's talking to a chicken. She's crazy. Just like Luca." He moved away from the crack in the wall, and the dog figured it was his turn again. But when the dog stuck his nose back into the door some of the loose stone gave way and fell to the ground. "What?!" The woman shrieked in surprise and looked towards the crack in the wall above her. She saw a little muzzle poking through with a silently sniffing nose. She didn't immediately recognize it, but she put the two and two together. Zhijiru could hear her walking towards them. Right after he yanked diesel out. He heard a crash in the room, and frantic clucking. Zhijiru dashed back to meet up with Luca. "Luca! Luca!" As soon as he got back though, he made sure to leash Diesel up to the wagon.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "How much is this apple?" Luca grinned, and held the apple in his hand. He winked at the young lady inquiring, trying to pull off the 'handsome' demeanour to her. "Two silver, mademoiselle. It's fresh, and sweet for palate, and but not too sweet." The lady giggled, before picking up seven of the apples and placing them into her basket. "I'll take the lot. That'll be 18 silver, right?" This business thing seemed easy. The apples were the last bunch of the lot he managed to sell. The chickens went for 12 silver each to a friendly old man, a few bushels of grain were sold for a total of 7 silver. All that remained at the shop were the profits of today, and a ox munching on some grass with a lazy gaze in its eyes. The sales totalled 71 silver today. Zhijiru would be impressed. Or more probably, too horrified to speak. Luca smiled to himself as his fingers traced the coins, one-by-one. "Hey, mister?" Luca's attention was attracted by a middle-aged man, looking like a veteran farmer by a simple glance. "I see that your shop's empty, but is that ox for sale?" Luca shook his head, and went back to counting the coins. "I really need one, and this one is a fine specimen. How about 10 gold coins?" Luca blinked, and stared incredulously at the farmer. High quality oxen went for 8 gold coins, the last time he recalled. Even if Zhijiru busted his ass to get this one, it would still be a net profit. "S-sure," stuttered Luca. The farmer placed 10 golden coins (all of them tested by Luca's teeth) on the table, untied the ox, and went his way with a small wave at the young man. Staring at the 10 gold coins, he began to laugh. He wasn't sure if Zhijiru had ever seen a gold coin! He still continued to laugh hysterically, even as his friend returned with his dog. Luca did not even notice Jiru's return.</s>	<\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Luca, What the hell are you doing?" Zhijiru said, now realizing how empty-- or... desolate his store is. "What did you sell?!" He exclaimed, not sounding excited, but rather wondering where his stuff went. Especially the ox. "You might have well have just sold the wagon while you were at it!" Zhijiru was a bit impressed, but his jealousy of his selling skills overshadowed any compliment he could have otherwise mustered.</s>
<\|description\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ____________________________________ Zhijiru Age: 17 Hair Color: Black, messy, mid-length Eye Color: Green, however his left eye is infected (black and red) and is usually covered Height: 5' 4" Body Type: Between average and thin Starting Information: Zhijiru was infected at a young age with an eye that turns all goopy and leaks black mud or ink when it isn't covered. He's is outcasted by his fellow villagers because of his afliction. Not much people know about his affliction and is considered a myth or rumor even to most people from his own village. He is trying to stay out of trouble to regain a better status among his people to gain a sense of belonging. But he has to travel from village to village to sell alone, with no family to help him. Sometimes thugs and bandits steal from him and there is really nothing he can do about it. He just hopes that no one will kill him as he tries to find his place in the world. ____________ Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "How much is this apple?" Luca grinned, and held the apple in his hand. He winked at the young lady inquiring, trying to pull off the 'handsome' demeanour to her. "Two silver, mademoiselle. It's fresh, and sweet for palate, and but not too sweet." The lady giggled, before picking up seven of the apples and placing them into her basket. "I'll take the lot. That'll be 18 silver, right?" This business thing seemed easy. The apples were the last bunch of the lot he managed to sell. The chickens went for 12 silver each to a friendly old man, a few bushels of grain were sold for a total of 7 silver. All that remained at the shop were the profits of today, and a ox munching on some grass with a lazy gaze in its eyes. The sales totalled 71 silver today. Zhijiru would be impressed. Or more probably, too horrified to speak. Luca smiled to himself as his fingers traced the coins, one-by-one. "Hey, mister?" Luca's attention was attracted by a middle-aged man, looking like a veteran farmer by a simple glance. "I see that your shop's empty, but is that ox for sale?" Luca shook his head, and went back to counting the coins. "I really need one, and this one is a fine specimen. How about 10 gold coins?" Luca blinked, and stared incredulously at the farmer. High quality oxen went for 8 gold coins, the last time he recalled. Even if Zhijiru busted his ass to get this one, it would still be a net profit. "S-sure," stuttered Luca. The farmer placed 10 golden coins (all of them tested by Luca's teeth) on the table, untied the ox, and went his way with a small wave at the young man. Staring at the 10 gold coins, he began to laugh. He wasn't sure if Zhijiru had ever seen a gold coin! He still continued to laugh hysterically, even as his friend returned with his dog. Luca did not even notice Jiru's return.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Luca, What the hell are you doing?" Zhijiru said, now realizing how empty-- or... desolate his store is. "What did you sell?!" He exclaimed, not sounding excited, but rather wondering where his stuff went. Especially the ox. "You might have well have just sold the wagon while you were at it!" Zhijiru was a bit impressed, but his jealousy of his selling skills overshadowed any compliment he could have otherwise mustered.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca couldn't hold in his laughter, even as Zhijiru was shouting. "I... can't... oh gods I'm dying!" he spat out words between his hysterics. He really should have tried to sell the wagon, too, he realised, but the laughter pretty much killed all rational thought in his mind. Luca took in a few deep breaths as he crouched at the stall, his hands hanging off the opposite edge of the counter. With a grin, and a wink, he paused for dramatic effect, before saying a single word. "Every— wait for it... thing." Luca clicked his fingers at the end of his sentence.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru's blood was going to a boil. He realized this though, and tried to take some deep breaths. Zhijiru had one thing on his mind and that was his father's sword. He hopped into the wagon, and lifted wooden seat. Thank god he didn't sell the wagon, at least, as the sword was still hidden there. He took it out and held it in between his arms. He laid down on the empty but still dirty wagon floor, looking straight up. He was probably going to buy more than a few drinks after this. He laid there for a bit and started to laugh lightly. Then he laughed a little louder and louder each time until he had streams running down both sides of his face. He smiled as he settled down. "You're an ass, Luca."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca backed off a bit when Zhijiru's face turned black. What was he angry about? He stayed silent as Zhijiru dug for something in the wagon, and smiled as Zhijiru cried and laughed at the same time, clutching the sword. Wait, when did Zhijiru get that sword, anyway? "You have a sword! And don't call me an ass!" Luca placed his hands at his, fortunately, not-so-feminine hips, and shot daggers with his eyes for just a moment. Cupping the coins with his hands, Luca walked over to the wagon and let the coins fall onto the wagon interior, and smiled as he leaned against the wagon on the outside, just beside Zhijiru. "So, what do you want to do with this money?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru, forgetting everything about the chicken, thanks to Luca, now wanted more than anything to just eat something good and get drunk. Maybe a chicken of their own. "Let's eat something. I'm starving!" Zhijiru took the sword sling and slung it on his back. The sword was in it's black scabbard and the hilt had engraved designs of white cranes. It wasn't a big sword, just a typical katana. Zhijiru got the rest of his money he had hidden, you know, the ones he kept away from the counter in case he was robbed. It was in a travel bag where the katana was hidden and also wore it against his back. Jiru pointed dramatically down the road. "And thus the party of two begins their journey! The journey to well deserved FOOD!" Jiru jumped down the side of the wagon, beckoning to Luca to join him.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca joined Jiru by his side, lying back at the wagon for a moment. "I earned that money, you know!" He began to ponder what to eat. Meat, soup, bread... perhaps a buffet would only suffice for the best of times. There was a shop nearby that sold mouth-watering meat pies of every variety, even if he believed that cats were sometimes used for filling when they ran out of other sources. Another shop sold great soup dishes, though there were occasional rumours of human bones being used for soup stock. They needed to get better shops around here, or less gossiping hens.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "But it's MY stuff you sold!" Zhijiru took Luca by his wrist and started running along the market happily smiling and excited, "Forget that anyways! There's this place I've always wanted to go to!" Zhijiru continued to run across the street and turned out of the busy streets. In the distance was a lonely stone and wooden shop, with smoke coming out of the chimney. It had a faded dark red, nearly brown porch and sign saying, "The Crimson Cottage." As they neared Zhijiru let go of Luca and ran to the porch, which at the end of the railing, there was a view below as the porch was lifted over short cliff. In the distance was a forest, and the sounds of birds chirping could be heard from the cottage. Zhijiru took in a deep breath and smelled the delicious steaks cooking inside. There currently wasn't anyone here, and it was usually a quiet place. Their stakes were expensive, and it was usually only filled when someone slayed a monster or celebrated the findings of treasure. "Come on, Luca!" Zhijiru waved as he entered the cottage, as he couldn't stand waiting any longer. The bell at the top of the door rung as the door opened, to notify the owner. Inside there was the grill in the middle of the room. Stools, chairs, benches and tables all around for the gatherings. There was a back room kitchen that was sectioned off by a counter that was currently being wiped down by a large but friendly looking man named Bill. "Why, I have some unlikely customers today." Bill looked at Zhijiru's sword strapped behind his back and started to chuckle lightly. Zhijiru clearly didn't look like a fighter, but in some ways he was reluctant assume that they were going to ask for a handout. He tried to nicely educate them, incase they thought it was a regular old restaurant. "This here is the Crimson Cottage boy, these won't be cheap meals or drinks you'll be having and assuming you've taken in any of the aroma here, I assure you they taste even better than it smells."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca shuddered when the shop Zhijiru in mind had come into view. The Crimson Cottage. The most expensive shop in the village, and one rightfully so. Steaks worth the price of slaves in old tales, and drinks that bathed the tongue in wondrous yet sensible flavours that hurt the purse more than a talented bandit. The bell's ring made him cringe, though more of a surprise than anything else. Zhijiru's enthusiasm was quite appreciated, but Luca didn't expect them to eat here of all places. No one was here, other than the man managing the counter. A man called Bill, and probably someone who could beat up Zhijiru and Luca both with his bare hands in normal circumstances. Luca spent a moment to pray that the situation would never get that far, before following Jiru into the store proper. Bill's introduction to the store wasn't necessary (Luca's former mentor used to eat here once or twice, usually after a good deal), but the explanation calmed down Luca a bit. Perhaps Jiru wouldn't do anything risky. "Yeah..." Luca decided to let Zhijiru do the talking. A bad move would make him persona non grata. "Jiru... what do you intend on getting? I'll just have that."</s>	<\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru asked for one of the cheaper meals. Expensive, actually, but cheaper. He ordered a smaller sized steak for two, because if he didn't specify, they would have ended up with portions the size of a party. Heroes did tend to eat a lot here, so the portions were sized specifically for them. When they sat down and waited for their meals, Zhijiru looked at Luca with a determination in his eye. "Luca, let's get out of here." Zhijiru paused for a bit, almost as if he needed to think about what he was saying, to make sure he wasn't going to take it back again. "Let's never come back too." Zhijiru looked a little uncertain, maybe even afraid, but he wasn't going to accept being stuck in the same routine as before.</s>
<\|description\|>Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca popped up beside Zhijiru's market stall. He had been there earlier by a few hours. He would not normally do that, but the potion shop he used to work in burned down mysteriously, along with its owner. Well, he got his payday before that, so he could last a bit before having to find work again. "Jiru! You're late!" chirped Luca. He grabbed an apple, and looked upon every corner of it. Looked fine. Probably tasted good, and worked well as an alchemical component. Placing a silver coin on the wagon, Luca bit into the apple and munched noisily. With a grin and a wink at Zhijiru, he leaned on the wagon and looked skywards. "Everything the same, huh? I wanted to ask my employer if she knew a way to cure your eye, but it kind of went tits up when she died in a fire. Any news?" Finishing the apple, he threw the core into a nearby ditch.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Jiru! You're late!" chirped Luca. "Oh God, not Luca," Zhijiru thought. There was always something contagious about Luca's cheerfulness that somehow always caught Zhijiru by surprise, it was more of the idea or concept of Luca that annoyed him. That damn silver hair reminded him of his father. Zhijiru never spoke about his father to Luca, but the opposite personalities made the encounters more bearable. They were clearly not the same person. Zhijiru took the coin and placed it out of sight and under the wagon. "My house, if you want to call that garbage heap, is a wreck. I need to move out, build a new one, or buy one." Zhijiru slumped over his stall counter. "But a few silver coins each trip to the market won't help me. I'll be an old man before I can change anything, and that'll only be if I don't get robbed until then." Zhijiru looked back at the wagon, inside had his father's sword hidden. He knew he'd never sell it, but always contemplated the 'what if' if he did. "And stop trying to get me cured, I feel like something is wrong with me enough as it is." Zhijiru itched the bandage that covered his eye. He diagonally wrapped white bandages around his head and over his left eye and left ear. It wasn't the most classy way to cover his affliction, but he didn't know any pirates.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "Aww," Luca cooed. He popped around to one of the hens and starting poking around it. The hen clucked disparagingly, as if proud of itself even as it sat in the cage with the other, more timid chicken. "Ya' haven't reached the 'twilight of your life', yet, Jiru!" Luca waved his hand out in a grandiose gesture as he said 'twilight', imitating the deep voice of the average well-spoken storyteller. "The day is young! Do something! Maybe if you can train hard, and get a proper eyepatch..." Luca pondered on the thought. He imagined Zhijiru, wearing a set of full platemail. A black eye-patch covering his afflicted eye, and a greatsword hanging from his back. A well-trained mercenary ready to fight for gold, God or country, and a little sexy too. "Zhijiru, the Land Pirate! Zhijiru the Iron!" he rattled off potential nicknames as he poked the annoyed hen. "Zhijiru the Dark Knight. Zhijiru the—" The young man yelped as the hen bit his finger, and clucked disapprovingly as he snatched his hand away from the cage. "You need to tame this hen before she goes on a rampage, Jiru," said Luca, poking his head around the corner of the wagon to look at the shopkeeper right in the face with a toothy grin. "She's a natural-born killer, I tell you! Arm her with a sword and she will take down knights and kings!" Luca laughed, rubbing his sore, chicken-bit finger.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru pulled Luca's finger in front of his face to look at it. The beak of his hens were sharp, mostly because they were wild. It likely would have cut into the skin, at least. But when he saw that it didn't, his eye throbbed at him. He gently squeezed the finger, and a single drop came out. "Don't just leave it open!" Zhijiru said, referring to the wounded finger. put one hand into his pocket and pulled out some spare bandages. He licked the blood off of Luca's finger and wrapped it in a bandage. Zhijiru did it without thinking, especially since he got an infection in his eye from leaving it open at the wrong place at the wrong time. As rare as the parasite in his eye was, he didn't want to risk it on a friend-- but as the seconds went on, he realized that was probably not something he should have done, and looked away a slight bit embarrassed. "A-Anyways. There aren't much heroes here. And not any I'd have the courage to approach. Maybe if I had something to offer them in return they would consider training me."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca's face turned red the moment he saw Zhijiru's tongue stick out. Where the tongue went wasn't as worrying as the fact that he had suddenly thought of it in the first place, but that didn't help. "T-thanks." Luca forced out his appreciation, even as the environment between the two just became a lot more nerve-wracking. His father told him once that "Make people laugh if you can't do anything to help." "A... curse is almost as good as a talent," muttered Luca, staring at the bandaged finger. The linens Zhijiru spent on this bandage were generous, more so than Luca would have bothered putting on himself. "And you're alive. That's what you can offer them." He scratched his hair a little nervously. "If that helps at all. LOOK AT THE LOVELY WEATHER TODAY!" Luca shouted out to the sky in a ridiculous attempt to change the subject, and even the passers-by noticed Luca's yelling. With a quiet, mild-mannered squeak, Luca retreated to the hens, and glared at the feisty chicken who bit him. "I'm buying you for supper." "Cluck!" the chicken replied. It sounded like it said: "Bring it, bitch!"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS You could imagine, Zhijiru sinking slow on his counter and covering his face as the people starred in the direction of Luca's exclamation. He peeked out past his arm watching the people go by after realizing it was nothing. "You seem very itchy for adventure today. All this talk about heroes and such. And honestly, it's starting to get to me." Zhijiru paused, "In a good way-- I mean. Maybe I should close up early and we could do something. Not sure what though..." Zhijiru paused, taking a deep breath. "It's not like I have parents that can stop me from being irresponsible anymore." He said it, not at all feeling like the death of his family was holding him down, but somehow freeing. He took another inhale, not as deep. Then he sat down and held up Diesel the Norwegian Elkhound on his lap. "Or maybe I could just stay here and be a good boy, make money... and such," he said, nodding to himself in approval.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "You could get drunk and shag the waitresses." Luca laughed at the mental image. "Cluck!" the hen clucked at him, turning her head right after she did so. Luca glared back at the chicken. "You say that again, and I'm plucking the feathers off you, one by one." Of course, Luca couldn't understand chicken speech, but he guessed what the chicken said and replied appropriately. "Cluck. Cluck." Translation: I'll bite your fucking balls off. "Good luck with that, dinner," Luca snorted. That was physically impossible, for reasons he'd rather not discuss. "Cluck!" Translation: Eunuch! Luca shook his head. "Jiru, I'm buying this spiteful oversized dinner. How much?" He popped his head back to the counter, looking at Zhijiru... and his dog. Luca was a cat person, but Diesel was a big sweetheart that he could tolerate. "You're not making money, Zhijiru, the way you handle business. I've seen funeral homes with more customer loyalty."</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Before Zhijiru could retort back, a woman who appeared to be in higher social class than himself appeared. Her clothing was of a simple farmer, but it was a lot cleaner and she appeared to be wearing light make-up. "You seem like a lively bunch," she smiled. "I see that you have chicke--" Zhijiru pointed quickly to the exact chicken that Luca was talking too, "I have this fiiiine chicken here, only for 20 silver." Zhijiru usually sold his chickens for 10 silver, but this was his way of getting back at Luca's comment. Diesel hopped off Jiru's lap, and had an interest in the woman, slowly approaching her.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca sighed, and just walked to Zhijiru's side. 20 silver was too rich for his blood. Zhijiru was definitely overcharging the woman. Perhaps he was really so destitute that he needed every opportunity. "Sure, 20 silver it is, Jiru. Does the lady want to buy?" chirped Luca. He wouldn't get to finish off the chicken himself, but if the pretty woman bought and ate the chicken herself, it was no skin off Luca's back. "The chicken's the finest you could have. In fact, it would be an utter waste for you to just buy and eat it. Give it a command to kill the greatest knights in the land, and it will do its job perfectly." Luca grinned at the woman. He took a moment to whisper into Jiru's ear. "Really, 20 silver? What are friends for?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS The woman smiled at Luca. "Oh? Well, I do like my... Food. Full of spunk and energy." Diesel creeped up closer to the woman and sniffed her ankle. "Oh, goodness. What a cute dog, is he for sale too?" Diesel flinched back a bit every time she moved slightly. Dogs usually did flinching as a playful gesture, but Diesel seemed to do it cautiously. "No, he isn't." Zhijiru crawled under his counter and pulled Diesel back. But Diesel kept going back to her. Zhijiru shrugged and picked up the cage the chicken was in. Zhijiru stuck his tongue at Luca instead of responding to his comment, (away from the woman so she wouldn't see,) and put it on the counter. The woman looked at the chicken for a few seconds, smiled, and handed the 20 silver coins. Zhijiru took a moment to make sure that they were real, checking the weight of them and seeing if any paint would come off but everything checked out. The odd thing was, Zhijiru was surprised she took the chicken for that price, and especially after Luca's comment about it not being tame. "Thanks," said the woman, smiling, as she took the chicken away. Zhijiru kept watching the woman as she walked away. She didn't walk like a farmer, she swayed her hips left and right needlessly, and honestly she didn't smell like one either (not to be a creep or anything). Why would a farmer agree to such a price, he almost meant it like a joke, if anything. There were other small things that didn't sit well with him. As he watched her, for a moment her silhouette changed. He rubbed his eyes and she disappeared into the crowd. Jiru shook his head, he probably couldn't see her well, after all, he only had one eye to go off of. "Sorry about that Luca, I didn't actually think she'd take it, but I wasn't going to say no if she did." He tossed a single coin in the air and caught it.</s>	<\|message\|>Luca Weir That woman dressed the part of a farmer, but the way she moved and acted seemed off. If she was going incognito, she was doing a poor job at it, especially the part where she suddenly disappeared into the crowd. Of course, guessing what she was pretending not to be was going to be tricky, but Luca could try. "I bet you your chicken that's a hero or someone, pretending to be a local," Luca commented off-handedly. "Oh, and did you know your tongue's black?" He lied, but maybe it was time to shake up Jiru a bit. Crouching down at the counter, Luca glanced lazily in Jiru's direction. "Looks like you're eating something nice tonight. Or, well, at least, eating." Luca let out a little laugh. Jiru was dirt-poor, and Luca was only averagely poor, but any form of charity from Luca to Jiru seemed wrong. Unless Jiru was in the most dire of circumstances, but he never actually reached that point. Luca couldn't count how many times Jiru almost became too poor to even survive, though. The key word, in this case, was almost.</s>
<\|description\|>Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru was sort of drowning out what Luca was babbling about. He tend to that sometimes. "WHAT?!" Jiru said, and attempted to look at his tongue to see if it was black. But then he realized Luca was just trying to get his attention. He took a jab at Luca's upper arm in return. "Why would anyone pretend to be a farmer? Being a farmer sucks." "Let's eat somewhere tonight, my treat. I mean, of course, it has to be in my budget. It's the least I can do for selling the chicken you had such interest in." Zhijiru looked around. "Where's Diesel?" His eyes got bigger as he looked around frantically.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca felt elated at the thought. Days where he could sponge off Zhijiru and anyone else were rare, and he would utterly take advantage of that. "Sure! At least the bastard chicken's going to die." Zhijiru was only looking at the surface. A hero would be disguised as a farmer to avoid suspicion, and save the world while in disguise. "She's probably hunting down evil incognito. She only looks like a farmer now, but she's dispensing justice." When his friend mentioned Diesel, he looked around too. Diesel often tried to sniff his groin for one reason or another, and he was sort of glad that Diesel wasn't doing that now. But where was the dog, anyway? "I don't know. Is he pissing on a lamppost?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru shuddered at the idea of Diesel getting lost. He was a smart dog, and never wandered too far. If he did, he was always trusted to come back. He was more vigorous than Zhijiru was, and he surely had to get real sustenance exploring while his master wasn't looking, even though he master never actually noticed when he had left in previous occasions. It dawned on him, that the dog had taken a liking to the fake farmer. Suddenly the ideas in Zhijiru's head started going at a thousand miles per hour. Did Diesel follow her? What if she had better food than Zhijiru did and decided to stay with her? What if she was going to EAT HIM? Oh the humanity! He imagined a slightly pudgier version of Diesel wagging his short curly tail, eating like a king. Zhijiru couldn't have that. Zhijiru turned to Luca, and roughly grabbed Luca's shoulders, "Stay here! I'm going to go get him!" Zhijiru hopped the counter and started to run in the direction of the woman. Not thinking at all that Luca was not to be trusted with... well... anything.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca squeaked as Jiru grabbed him and deputised him at the shop. He really must have loved the dog a lot. So much so that he left Luca in charge of the store. The worried look upon Zhijiru's face as he looked into the distance, especially when his face twisted into so many depictions of terror, was a mixture of horrifying and just a tinge of amusing to Luca. Zhijiru looked terrified, but cartoonishly so. The young man stared in awe as Zhijiru vaulted over the store counter and towards some random direction. He forgot where the woman went, and she was hopefully unrelated to this. With Jiru come, he could at least do something. Crouching under the counter, he lifted off his shirt and adjusted his chest-bindings. Luca called himself a man, but biology decided otherwise. It was fortunate that Zhijiru never knew. Once that was done, he stood up, picked off an apple from the counter, and placed another silver coin of his own. He bit into it and munched noisily, watching passers-by with a lazy gaze.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru dashed through the marketplace. He couldn't spot the lady anywhere. Thankfully Diesel was trotting along rather carelessly. The happy dog seemed like he was lost with that dumb face he had. Tongue hanging out, tail wagging, and nearly hopping in his step. But beyond that Diesel knew exactly where he was going. Zhijiru grabbed the dog, and startled him in the process. Which was unusual since Zhijiru snuck up on him all the time and the dog always seemed to know he was coming. The dog squirmed in his arms. "H-Hey!" The dog jumped off of him and started to run off. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed frustrated before running to catch up. He followed the dog left and right and around people before the dog stopped at a dead end. Exhausted, Zhijiru could only muster a, "Ha... you... f-fat... dog," breathing in between every word. The dog put his paws against a scrap metal on the wall and started pushing on it, but then jumped up and down as if super excited to meet someone. His tail wagging frantically. "Arf, arf!" The metal went, bang bang, as the dog jumped against the scrap. Bang bang bang. A voice could be heard past the wall of the alley. "Who's making that racket?!" it sounded like a very, very angry man. Zhijiru swooped up his dog, more forcefully this time and hid behind a barrel. It smelled like rotting fish. A man came out, swinging a butcher's knife, trying to see if he could locate the perpetrator. Zhijiru held Diesel's mouth shut, resulting in a very quiet, "Omph, omph" as Diesel's cheek's inflated and deflated with each attempted bark. The man soon mumbled to himself and shut the door behind him. Zhijiru sighed in relief. However, Zhijiru heard a familiar, "cluck cluck" coming from the wall next to him. Diesel pushed away again and stuck his nose in the crack of the wall. Jiru stared at him for a second and just thought, "What are you doing? You stupid dog..." He pulled the dog away, and decided to take the chance to look through the little hole. He peered downwards into it, as it appeared that he was seeing into a basement. "Cluck cluck cluck" The chicken was there, and so was a familiar voice, but in a not-so-familiar body. The dirty farmer with her hair up, was now a shorter, younger woman, with long black silky hair. "We meet again at last, chicken," said the woman. He thought to himself, "She's talking to a chicken. She's crazy. Just like Luca." He moved away from the crack in the wall, and the dog figured it was his turn again. But when the dog stuck his nose back into the door some of the loose stone gave way and fell to the ground. "What?!" The woman shrieked in surprise and looked towards the crack in the wall above her. She saw a little muzzle poking through with a silently sniffing nose. She didn't immediately recognize it, but she put the two and two together. Zhijiru could hear her walking towards them. Right after he yanked diesel out. He heard a crash in the room, and frantic clucking. Zhijiru dashed back to meet up with Luca. "Luca! Luca!" As soon as he got back though, he made sure to leash Diesel up to the wagon.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "How much is this apple?" Luca grinned, and held the apple in his hand. He winked at the young lady inquiring, trying to pull off the 'handsome' demeanour to her. "Two silver, mademoiselle. It's fresh, and sweet for palate, and but not too sweet." The lady giggled, before picking up seven of the apples and placing them into her basket. "I'll take the lot. That'll be 18 silver, right?" This business thing seemed easy. The apples were the last bunch of the lot he managed to sell. The chickens went for 12 silver each to a friendly old man, a few bushels of grain were sold for a total of 7 silver. All that remained at the shop were the profits of today, and a ox munching on some grass with a lazy gaze in its eyes. The sales totalled 71 silver today. Zhijiru would be impressed. Or more probably, too horrified to speak. Luca smiled to himself as his fingers traced the coins, one-by-one. "Hey, mister?" Luca's attention was attracted by a middle-aged man, looking like a veteran farmer by a simple glance. "I see that your shop's empty, but is that ox for sale?" Luca shook his head, and went back to counting the coins. "I really need one, and this one is a fine specimen. How about 10 gold coins?" Luca blinked, and stared incredulously at the farmer. High quality oxen went for 8 gold coins, the last time he recalled. Even if Zhijiru busted his ass to get this one, it would still be a net profit. "S-sure," stuttered Luca. The farmer placed 10 golden coins (all of them tested by Luca's teeth) on the table, untied the ox, and went his way with a small wave at the young man. Staring at the 10 gold coins, he began to laugh. He wasn't sure if Zhijiru had ever seen a gold coin! He still continued to laugh hysterically, even as his friend returned with his dog. Luca did not even notice Jiru's return.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Luca, What the hell are you doing?" Zhijiru said, now realizing how empty-- or... desolate his store is. "What did you sell?!" He exclaimed, not sounding excited, but rather wondering where his stuff went. Especially the ox. "You might have well have just sold the wagon while you were at it!" Zhijiru was a bit impressed, but his jealousy of his selling skills overshadowed any compliment he could have otherwise mustered.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca couldn't hold in his laughter, even as Zhijiru was shouting. "I... can't... oh gods I'm dying!" he spat out words between his hysterics. He really should have tried to sell the wagon, too, he realised, but the laughter pretty much killed all rational thought in his mind. Luca took in a few deep breaths as he crouched at the stall, his hands hanging off the opposite edge of the counter. With a grin, and a wink, he paused for dramatic effect, before saying a single word. "Every— wait for it... thing." Luca clicked his fingers at the end of his sentence.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru's blood was going to a boil. He realized this though, and tried to take some deep breaths. Zhijiru had one thing on his mind and that was his father's sword. He hopped into the wagon, and lifted wooden seat. Thank god he didn't sell the wagon, at least, as the sword was still hidden there. He took it out and held it in between his arms. He laid down on the empty but still dirty wagon floor, looking straight up. He was probably going to buy more than a few drinks after this. He laid there for a bit and started to laugh lightly. Then he laughed a little louder and louder each time until he had streams running down both sides of his face. He smiled as he settled down. "You're an ass, Luca."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca backed off a bit when Zhijiru's face turned black. What was he angry about? He stayed silent as Zhijiru dug for something in the wagon, and smiled as Zhijiru cried and laughed at the same time, clutching the sword. Wait, when did Zhijiru get that sword, anyway? "You have a sword! And don't call me an ass!" Luca placed his hands at his, fortunately, not-so-feminine hips, and shot daggers with his eyes for just a moment. Cupping the coins with his hands, Luca walked over to the wagon and let the coins fall onto the wagon interior, and smiled as he leaned against the wagon on the outside, just beside Zhijiru. "So, what do you want to do with this money?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru, forgetting everything about the chicken, thanks to Luca, now wanted more than anything to just eat something good and get drunk. Maybe a chicken of their own. "Let's eat something. I'm starving!" Zhijiru took the sword sling and slung it on his back. The sword was in it's black scabbard and the hilt had engraved designs of white cranes. It wasn't a big sword, just a typical katana. Zhijiru got the rest of his money he had hidden, you know, the ones he kept away from the counter in case he was robbed. It was in a travel bag where the katana was hidden and also wore it against his back. Jiru pointed dramatically down the road. "And thus the party of two begins their journey! The journey to well deserved FOOD!" Jiru jumped down the side of the wagon, beckoning to Luca to join him.</s>	<\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca joined Jiru by his side, lying back at the wagon for a moment. "I earned that money, you know!" He began to ponder what to eat. Meat, soup, bread... perhaps a buffet would only suffice for the best of times. There was a shop nearby that sold mouth-watering meat pies of every variety, even if he believed that cats were sometimes used for filling when they ran out of other sources. Another shop sold great soup dishes, though there were occasional rumours of human bones being used for soup stock. They needed to get better shops around here, or less gossiping hens.</s>
<\|description\|>Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca squeaked as Jiru grabbed him and deputised him at the shop. He really must have loved the dog a lot. So much so that he left Luca in charge of the store. The worried look upon Zhijiru's face as he looked into the distance, especially when his face twisted into so many depictions of terror, was a mixture of horrifying and just a tinge of amusing to Luca. Zhijiru looked terrified, but cartoonishly so. The young man stared in awe as Zhijiru vaulted over the store counter and towards some random direction. He forgot where the woman went, and she was hopefully unrelated to this. With Jiru come, he could at least do something. Crouching under the counter, he lifted off his shirt and adjusted his chest-bindings. Luca called himself a man, but biology decided otherwise. It was fortunate that Zhijiru never knew. Once that was done, he stood up, picked off an apple from the counter, and placed another silver coin of his own. He bit into it and munched noisily, watching passers-by with a lazy gaze.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru dashed through the marketplace. He couldn't spot the lady anywhere. Thankfully Diesel was trotting along rather carelessly. The happy dog seemed like he was lost with that dumb face he had. Tongue hanging out, tail wagging, and nearly hopping in his step. But beyond that Diesel knew exactly where he was going. Zhijiru grabbed the dog, and startled him in the process. Which was unusual since Zhijiru snuck up on him all the time and the dog always seemed to know he was coming. The dog squirmed in his arms. "H-Hey!" The dog jumped off of him and started to run off. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed frustrated before running to catch up. He followed the dog left and right and around people before the dog stopped at a dead end. Exhausted, Zhijiru could only muster a, "Ha... you... f-fat... dog," breathing in between every word. The dog put his paws against a scrap metal on the wall and started pushing on it, but then jumped up and down as if super excited to meet someone. His tail wagging frantically. "Arf, arf!" The metal went, bang bang, as the dog jumped against the scrap. Bang bang bang. A voice could be heard past the wall of the alley. "Who's making that racket?!" it sounded like a very, very angry man. Zhijiru swooped up his dog, more forcefully this time and hid behind a barrel. It smelled like rotting fish. A man came out, swinging a butcher's knife, trying to see if he could locate the perpetrator. Zhijiru held Diesel's mouth shut, resulting in a very quiet, "Omph, omph" as Diesel's cheek's inflated and deflated with each attempted bark. The man soon mumbled to himself and shut the door behind him. Zhijiru sighed in relief. However, Zhijiru heard a familiar, "cluck cluck" coming from the wall next to him. Diesel pushed away again and stuck his nose in the crack of the wall. Jiru stared at him for a second and just thought, "What are you doing? You stupid dog..." He pulled the dog away, and decided to take the chance to look through the little hole. He peered downwards into it, as it appeared that he was seeing into a basement. "Cluck cluck cluck" The chicken was there, and so was a familiar voice, but in a not-so-familiar body. The dirty farmer with her hair up, was now a shorter, younger woman, with long black silky hair. "We meet again at last, chicken," said the woman. He thought to himself, "She's talking to a chicken. She's crazy. Just like Luca." He moved away from the crack in the wall, and the dog figured it was his turn again. But when the dog stuck his nose back into the door some of the loose stone gave way and fell to the ground. "What?!" The woman shrieked in surprise and looked towards the crack in the wall above her. She saw a little muzzle poking through with a silently sniffing nose. She didn't immediately recognize it, but she put the two and two together. Zhijiru could hear her walking towards them. Right after he yanked diesel out. He heard a crash in the room, and frantic clucking. Zhijiru dashed back to meet up with Luca. "Luca! Luca!" As soon as he got back though, he made sure to leash Diesel up to the wagon.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "How much is this apple?" Luca grinned, and held the apple in his hand. He winked at the young lady inquiring, trying to pull off the 'handsome' demeanour to her. "Two silver, mademoiselle. It's fresh, and sweet for palate, and but not too sweet." The lady giggled, before picking up seven of the apples and placing them into her basket. "I'll take the lot. That'll be 18 silver, right?" This business thing seemed easy. The apples were the last bunch of the lot he managed to sell. The chickens went for 12 silver each to a friendly old man, a few bushels of grain were sold for a total of 7 silver. All that remained at the shop were the profits of today, and a ox munching on some grass with a lazy gaze in its eyes. The sales totalled 71 silver today. Zhijiru would be impressed. Or more probably, too horrified to speak. Luca smiled to himself as his fingers traced the coins, one-by-one. "Hey, mister?" Luca's attention was attracted by a middle-aged man, looking like a veteran farmer by a simple glance. "I see that your shop's empty, but is that ox for sale?" Luca shook his head, and went back to counting the coins. "I really need one, and this one is a fine specimen. How about 10 gold coins?" Luca blinked, and stared incredulously at the farmer. High quality oxen went for 8 gold coins, the last time he recalled. Even if Zhijiru busted his ass to get this one, it would still be a net profit. "S-sure," stuttered Luca. The farmer placed 10 golden coins (all of them tested by Luca's teeth) on the table, untied the ox, and went his way with a small wave at the young man. Staring at the 10 gold coins, he began to laugh. He wasn't sure if Zhijiru had ever seen a gold coin! He still continued to laugh hysterically, even as his friend returned with his dog. Luca did not even notice Jiru's return.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Luca, What the hell are you doing?" Zhijiru said, now realizing how empty-- or... desolate his store is. "What did you sell?!" He exclaimed, not sounding excited, but rather wondering where his stuff went. Especially the ox. "You might have well have just sold the wagon while you were at it!" Zhijiru was a bit impressed, but his jealousy of his selling skills overshadowed any compliment he could have otherwise mustered.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca couldn't hold in his laughter, even as Zhijiru was shouting. "I... can't... oh gods I'm dying!" he spat out words between his hysterics. He really should have tried to sell the wagon, too, he realised, but the laughter pretty much killed all rational thought in his mind. Luca took in a few deep breaths as he crouched at the stall, his hands hanging off the opposite edge of the counter. With a grin, and a wink, he paused for dramatic effect, before saying a single word. "Every— wait for it... thing." Luca clicked his fingers at the end of his sentence.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru's blood was going to a boil. He realized this though, and tried to take some deep breaths. Zhijiru had one thing on his mind and that was his father's sword. He hopped into the wagon, and lifted wooden seat. Thank god he didn't sell the wagon, at least, as the sword was still hidden there. He took it out and held it in between his arms. He laid down on the empty but still dirty wagon floor, looking straight up. He was probably going to buy more than a few drinks after this. He laid there for a bit and started to laugh lightly. Then he laughed a little louder and louder each time until he had streams running down both sides of his face. He smiled as he settled down. "You're an ass, Luca."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca backed off a bit when Zhijiru's face turned black. What was he angry about? He stayed silent as Zhijiru dug for something in the wagon, and smiled as Zhijiru cried and laughed at the same time, clutching the sword. Wait, when did Zhijiru get that sword, anyway? "You have a sword! And don't call me an ass!" Luca placed his hands at his, fortunately, not-so-feminine hips, and shot daggers with his eyes for just a moment. Cupping the coins with his hands, Luca walked over to the wagon and let the coins fall onto the wagon interior, and smiled as he leaned against the wagon on the outside, just beside Zhijiru. "So, what do you want to do with this money?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru, forgetting everything about the chicken, thanks to Luca, now wanted more than anything to just eat something good and get drunk. Maybe a chicken of their own. "Let's eat something. I'm starving!" Zhijiru took the sword sling and slung it on his back. The sword was in it's black scabbard and the hilt had engraved designs of white cranes. It wasn't a big sword, just a typical katana. Zhijiru got the rest of his money he had hidden, you know, the ones he kept away from the counter in case he was robbed. It was in a travel bag where the katana was hidden and also wore it against his back. Jiru pointed dramatically down the road. "And thus the party of two begins their journey! The journey to well deserved FOOD!" Jiru jumped down the side of the wagon, beckoning to Luca to join him.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca joined Jiru by his side, lying back at the wagon for a moment. "I earned that money, you know!" He began to ponder what to eat. Meat, soup, bread... perhaps a buffet would only suffice for the best of times. There was a shop nearby that sold mouth-watering meat pies of every variety, even if he believed that cats were sometimes used for filling when they ran out of other sources. Another shop sold great soup dishes, though there were occasional rumours of human bones being used for soup stock. They needed to get better shops around here, or less gossiping hens.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "But it's MY stuff you sold!" Zhijiru took Luca by his wrist and started running along the market happily smiling and excited, "Forget that anyways! There's this place I've always wanted to go to!" Zhijiru continued to run across the street and turned out of the busy streets. In the distance was a lonely stone and wooden shop, with smoke coming out of the chimney. It had a faded dark red, nearly brown porch and sign saying, "The Crimson Cottage." As they neared Zhijiru let go of Luca and ran to the porch, which at the end of the railing, there was a view below as the porch was lifted over short cliff. In the distance was a forest, and the sounds of birds chirping could be heard from the cottage. Zhijiru took in a deep breath and smelled the delicious steaks cooking inside. There currently wasn't anyone here, and it was usually a quiet place. Their stakes were expensive, and it was usually only filled when someone slayed a monster or celebrated the findings of treasure. "Come on, Luca!" Zhijiru waved as he entered the cottage, as he couldn't stand waiting any longer. The bell at the top of the door rung as the door opened, to notify the owner. Inside there was the grill in the middle of the room. Stools, chairs, benches and tables all around for the gatherings. There was a back room kitchen that was sectioned off by a counter that was currently being wiped down by a large but friendly looking man named Bill. "Why, I have some unlikely customers today." Bill looked at Zhijiru's sword strapped behind his back and started to chuckle lightly. Zhijiru clearly didn't look like a fighter, but in some ways he was reluctant assume that they were going to ask for a handout. He tried to nicely educate them, incase they thought it was a regular old restaurant. "This here is the Crimson Cottage boy, these won't be cheap meals or drinks you'll be having and assuming you've taken in any of the aroma here, I assure you they taste even better than it smells."</s>	<\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca shuddered when the shop Zhijiru in mind had come into view. The Crimson Cottage. The most expensive shop in the village, and one rightfully so. Steaks worth the price of slaves in old tales, and drinks that bathed the tongue in wondrous yet sensible flavours that hurt the purse more than a talented bandit. The bell's ring made him cringe, though more of a surprise than anything else. Zhijiru's enthusiasm was quite appreciated, but Luca didn't expect them to eat here of all places. No one was here, other than the man managing the counter. A man called Bill, and probably someone who could beat up Zhijiru and Luca both with his bare hands in normal circumstances. Luca spent a moment to pray that the situation would never get that far, before following Jiru into the store proper. Bill's introduction to the store wasn't necessary (Luca's former mentor used to eat here once or twice, usually after a good deal), but the explanation calmed down Luca a bit. Perhaps Jiru wouldn't do anything risky. "Yeah..." Luca decided to let Zhijiru do the talking. A bad move would make him persona non grata. "Jiru... what do you intend on getting? I'll just have that."</s>
<\|description\|>Harper Neion Race: Human Augmentics: Besides the neural uplink with his ship, Harper's right eye is bionic and looks almost completely natural other than the crystalline blue color of the iris; Harper also has a bionic arm in place of his left arm as well as an uplink to the arm around the base of his neck. Rank: Captain in the Royal Navy; Second in Command of Special Task Force Rho Alias: The Tinman Physical Description: Harper is a mountain of a man, standing at six foot three with a bulky and toned frame to him. His face and body are riddled with scars from years of service in the Royal Navy. His left eye is a golden brown color while his right is a light crystalline blue color, and is surrounded by burned skin. All of his scars and bionics have aged Harper prematurely, making him look older than a man in his mid-thirties. Personality: Harper is a very brusque man, making most weary to approach him, even his subordinates. The scars and heavy bionics do nothing but increase the weariness of others to approach the mountain of a man. When he does talk to others, it is easy to see he has a very crude sense of humor and a mind built for raids; Harper, while caring about his men's lives to an extent, is not afraid to risk them to achieve his task in the name of the Royal Navy. Harper is said to be uptight with his men, demanding great amounts of respect; this has been attributed to him being extremely bitter about being stuck as a Captain. Nothing of interest can really be said about Harper's early life; he was raised as a military child and in turn followed his father's footsteps into the Royal Navy. Throughout his service Harper suffered two disfiguring injuries. The first of these injuries cost Harper his right eye barely six years into his service. The ship he was stationed on, The Queen's Hound was heading a charge to break through enemy lines in an attempt to break the blockade they had over Odros. The Queen's Hound took heavy damage as it led the charge, reducing it to little more than a hulk of metal afloat in space. During the battle, Harper was commanding one of the crews in charge of firing the plasma batteries and one of the enemy's bombers hit the station he was in, causing an explosion to overtake the entire crew, killing most and severely injuring the rest. Harper was rushed to the med bay along with the other survivors. He was told he was the luckiest of the crew and had just escaped with heavy burns across the right side of his face and neck and one less eye. The Royal Navy was victorious that day in regaining Odros, and Harper was promoted to Lieutenant and given medals for "admirable duty". After the time he was given to heal and adjust to his new bionic eye, Harper was put in command of a Carcharadon Destroyer called The Lance. Finally being put in command of his own ship, Harper was out to prove himself. He served faithfully in his new position despite his dislike for the Admiral he was serving under; the man was an arrogant noble who never hesitated in lording his title and wealth over all of his subordinates. Harper did his best to ignore this aspect of duty and carried out his orders as best he could. After four years and two more promotions to the rank of Commander, Harper met yet another tragedy when he lost his left arm. The tragedy came during the defense of Adriatus. The enemy attacked out of nowhere, taking out two of the King's ships before the defense could respond. When it did, though, it responded in tandem. Harper took up his position as a line runner, his ship swooping in and maneuvering through the enemy line and wreaking havoc until he was surrounded and ordered to continue attacking. Harper attempted to pull his ship out of the encirclement of enemy ships, but The Lance was attacked from all side at once, sending it to the surface of Adriatus as a flaming chunk of metal and flesh. Harper proved lucky once more when he survived the crash with nothing more than scars across his face and body and without his left arm. The Admiral promoted Harper to the rank of Captain and gave him a new ship as a reward; Harper even got to name this new vessel of his. He christened it The Rook and chose to use this new vessel as a long range defense carrier. Despite the injuries, Harper continued serving faithfully and quickly rose to the rank of Commodore, but it was then that his career was effectively snatched from him. The Admiral he held such disdain for had been drinking on his shore leave as was Harper. The Admiral found Harper and drunkenly began to insult him, throwing up his cowardice at Adriatus in his face, saying he should have stayed in the midst of the enemy, sacrificing his life and the lives of his men for the King and then maybe the explosion of ship would have been useful for taking out more enemies. The Admiral continued to insult Harper, saying that he was a coward just like his father was. Harper had had enough when his father was insulted and threw caution to the wind, striking the man with his bionic arm and dislocated his jaw. After that night, Harper was brought before a council and was demoted to Captain, had the thought of promotion made near impossible for him, and was told he and his ship would be repositioned among the raiders allowed to the join the Royal Navy as raiders; the Admiral got away with little more than a slap on the wrist for poor conduct while in uniform. Harper has now been a part of Special Task Force Rho for somewhere around three years and has become the second in command of the raider task force. Ship Name: The Rook Ship Type: Indoril Class Strike Cruiser Semi-Sentience Profile: The Rook has imprinted most of its personality from one its former owners, making the ship as cold and calculating if not more so than its current Captain. The two are known to work in fantastic sync during battles, as if the ship can read the Captain's mind. Escort Ships: Ship Details/History: - Population: 23,000 - Primary weapons/fleet function: The Rook is mainly used to fire on enemy lines from long range, launch the main bulk of the strikecraft in an encounter, and secure escape lines for allies in battles and cut off escape routes for the enemy. The Rook has more than the average number of plasma batteries on each broadside because of the additional reactor energy it utilizes from the sacrifice of an extra back breaker cannon to house another hangar bay. - Marine contingent details: Having focused more on its strikecraft contingent, The Rook does not have near the number of Marines as other ships, totaling at around two thousand Marines. The Marines that are aboard The Rook are primarily orbital drop troopers. - Strikecraft contingent details: The Rook is the primary long range craft in Task Force Rho, and so has added an additional hangar bay at the cost of a third back breaker cannon, making it home to: seventy-five Archangel fighter bombers, eighteen Impi assault shuttles, and four cutters.</s> <\|message\|>Logan Noctura (formerly Havarr) The Rook, currently docked with Orbital fortress Invincible Logan and four other members of The Rooks crew sat around a large crate, cards in hand and the scent of tobacco smoked heavy in the air. The five members of the group looked at each other and then back at their hand assessing both their cards and each other, finally they played their cards or folding their hands. "Four of a kind." One of the ensigns said, putting down her hand and grabbing her cigarette from the tray and taking a drag off of it, everyone turned to Logan who still had not put down his cards finally with a flair for the dramatics he put his hand down. "Straight flush sweetheart, i win." He said chuckling, and taking a sip from some of the whisky they had stashed away for their game night, with a curse the ensign threw down her cigarette and demanded to see his sleeves. "You just want to see me strip don't you sweetheart?" He joked but the joke was lost on the ensign who spoke sharply. "Take the jacket off you fucking cheat." She shouted, so Logan obliged and handed it to her so she could shake it down, satisfied with her checking of the jacket she stormed off. "You got lucky this time Noctura, but next time we are cleaning you out." She shouted as she left, the others going with her. When they were clear he pulled his cards out of his boot and swept them back into the deck, then he walked over to a stack of crates where his helmet sat, the voice of the silver lady invaded his ears. "You know cheating with cards in your boots is one thing, but using me to spy on the opposition and tell you the cards in their hands just takes the sport out of it." She said, Logan just chuckled and came back at her with a defense of his own. "Then why did you help me?" He asked. "Because you asked me to help you." "But you don't have to help me, and so that makes you a accomplice." The Ai laughed her laugh sounding like that of bells chiming. "I was programmed to help you, and are those contraband items I see on that crate? You do know that there are cameras in here and the captains AI is watching right. Also aren't you late for that strategic meeting?" The AI seemed to nag at him and he tuned everything out until she mentioned strategic meeting. With a curse he threw his helmet into the open cockpit of his fighter and threw on his flight jacket over his uniform and sprinted out of the hangar. He went through the docking tube and the airlock sequence before sprinting through the station. When he finally reached the meeting it was over and he was out of breath. People were filing out, and the pilot looked at them looking for a face he knew. Finally his eyes settled on one of flight leaders from The Rook He stopped her. "So what happened in there?" He asked, she just shook her head. "You're hopeless, I'm not going to bail you out this time. You'll just have to ask the captain and accept your punishment." She said and left him standing there, with a silent curse Logan set out to find Captain Neion, when he found him he was with Commodore Von Ingram, upon sight of the group he stood at attention and saluted, he knew better than to open his mouth and say something to the officers without them speaking to him so he stayed quiet instead fixing his eyes on Von Ingram and her rather ill fitting jacket. "If she wasn't a Commodore the things I would do to her." He thought, for a second he stopped saluting so he could shake his head and get the thought out of his head and then as if nothing happened went back to saluting waiting for the order to stand down.</s> <\|message\|>Gillam Belasko The Strategic Orrery, Invincible Celestine. Captain Gillam Belasko's pearlescent eyes reflected its holographic representation in shimmering bands of pink as he took in the spectacle before the combined leadership of the Second Expeditionary Force. Scarlet continents slowly gyrated about against a smooth sea of blood red ocean. Mountain ranges, lakes, and islands were all depicted in various shades of red. Paired with the satellite Pontius orbiting at a crawl around it, Celestine V appeared innocuous enough as planets went. Such appearances were deceiving, for this was a fortress world. An assault on this planet would be a bloody affair indeed. The Royal Armada could expect to face nothing short of an array of mammoth anti-orbital cannons that could cripple a Demnevanni with a single slug. Defending each of these installations would certainly be a layer of smaller yet equally redoubtable anti-air guns, guarded in turn by a teeming host of Arius' abominations. If the Second Expeditionary Force was particularly unlucky, a series of orbital bastion stations would complicate fleet staging whilst making insertions a costly proposition. An unsupported Celestine would be a hard nut to crack; barrages from Pontius' own anti-orbital installations and the dread fleet lurking about the Maalik system elevated the challenge to a new order of magnitude. Captain Belasko's eyes flitted up to the holographic fortress orbiting about the Orrery as Grand Duke von Ravenstein concluded. From his vantage, Pontius was slowly eclipsed by Celestine as the moon's circuit slowly placed her on the far side of the planet. An assault would have to target this hemisphere of the planet, lest it face the murderous barrage of the moon's anti-orbital emplacements. Captain Belasko had devised the first stages of his attack plan. But Captain Belasko was merely that - a captain. He had no sway over the royal command structure. The Admirals and his Unapproachable Excellency had taken every necessary precaution to ensure an utter massacre in the Maalik System, it seemed. And though Captain Belasko would uphold his solemn duty to carry out his Majesty's will, he had no particular interest in dying to see that will carried out. As the summit stood in unison for the closing salute, Captain Belasko's eyes fell upon the dais of the Admirals - upon an old friend. There, standing with stoic dignity, was one he knew could hear reason among nonsense.</s>	<\|message\|>Harper Neion Harper entered the room in tow behind Commodore Von Ingram, the female in charge of Special Task Force Rho. He felt uncomfortable in his uniform at the moment, with the buttons firmly clasped to the opposite side of the front clear up to his throat for the strategy briefing. He was also required to wear his cap, which was currently casing his scalp to itch from rubbing against the thin stubble across his head. Harper ignored how uncomfortable he was in his stiff uniform with little more than a grimace, but this look had become second nature to him. The only thing that was out of sorts with his uniform was the missing sleeve on the left side, showing his bionic arm in place of a flesh and bone one. When he entered the amphitheater, he sat to Von Ingram's right and took his cap off to set it in front of him. He directed his gaze to the center at the dormant holoprojecter, awaiting the meeting until he heard a noise to his left. He turned his head towards his commanding officer and looked down at her hands. She was fiddling with a switchblade, saying something about wanting to see the object her nickname had come from. With the knife out, Harper couldn't help but examine it himself, wondering why she was named after the instrument of cutthroats and thieves. He was brought of his thoughts as everyone stood in greeting of the Grand Duke. Harper pulled himself to his feet with little enthusiasm and sat back down happily. As the display came to life in the center, Harper analysed what he could and gave his attention more to what Rho's role was in the coming invasion. Once he had the information he needed, Harper was ready to leave and get back to his ship so he could unbutton his dress coat to prevent it from choking him further and to plan accordingly with Commodore Von Ingram and the heads of Epsilon. He was one of the first up when the officers were dismissed to leave. When he turned to leave, however, there stood Lieutenant Commander Noctura at attention, late. Narrowing his eyes, Harper looked the pilot up and down before speaking, letting him stay at attention longer than was average. "At ease, Noctura. Follow me back to The Rook. You can explain there why you're late." Harper didn't want to spend more time looking "professional" with his jacket choking him ever so slightly more than he had to. After his instructions, Harper filed out of the amphitheater behind the Commodore and back into the hall, his cap back atop his head again.</s>
<\|description\|>Alex Fisher Age: 23 Bio: Alex was always one of the popular kids back in middle school and high school. It gave him a sense of superiority over his peers, along with an unhealthy dose of attitude that stuck with him as he grew into adulthood. He was clever enough to pass all of his classes without ever putting in my effort, he was talented at sports, and he was known for being a heartbreaker. Everything seemed to go his way all the time. Well, until his Sophomore year of high school, that is. Alex never knew his father -he was born illegitimate and the man had abandoned his mother before he was born- but he did have a good relationship with his mother. But when he was fifteen, she committed suicide by overdosing on prescription drugs. She left behind a letter that explained her reasons. Alex discovered that she felt worthless since her boyfriend left her to raise their son on her own. The stress of it all finally got to be too much and she couldn't handle it anymore, so she killed herself. Alex took her death harshly. His grades in school plummeted and he took to drinking to numb the pain of his loss. He became more of a bully, lashing out at the other students through misplaced anger. Finally, he dropped out of school completely during the first semester of his Senior year when he turned eighteen Throughout all of this, Alex had been bouncing between different foster homes. He never stayed in one longer than two months at a time because of his issues. No one wanted to keep him. The lack of care also attributed to his aloofness later on in life. After Alex quit high school, he had just enough money saved up to move into an apartment. He lived on just the bare essentials until he managed to get two part-time jobs and set his foot in the door of the working world. Five years later, his situation has improved, but he still often wastes his money at bars and clubs. Position: Alex is vaguely familiar with the rumors of the haunted complex in his hometown, but he believes they are only made-up stories. He never pondered them seriously and just laughed at the people who did.</s> <\|message\|>Alex Fisher The blaring music faded into background noise as Alex walked towards the exit of the club. After three long hours of drinking and partying, he was ready to head home. He had been careful not to overindulge himself this time, but the low-quality liquor was still making him feel slightly sick. He sighed. If it weren't for the tiny population in the town, maybe there would have been more clubs to choose from. He had long since grown tired of the same old drinks, songs, and people that frequented the only club within twenty miles. Alex halfheartedly fished through his pockets to see how much money he had left. This was the other problem. He wanted to add more variety to his life, but spare change wasn't going to buy him a plane ticket or a new apartment. With his current income of "just enough to get by," there was no way he could leave his hometown anytime soon. His nearly empty wallet was a shackle that kept him bound here. He drew a quarter from his pocket and tossed it from hand to hand. It seemed like he would just have to keep working on his tolerance for cheap booze and stingy club girls. Alex was jerked from his thoughts by the shrill shriek of a police siren. He instinctively froze and spun around to see where the sound was coming from. A dozens different questions flashed through his mind. What happened? Was there another murder? Was it nearby? Was the killer still on the loose? Was he in danger, too? The increasing number of murders in town had set him on edge lately. At least four people had died in the last few weeks, and the murderer had yet to be caught. In fact, the killer was so elusive people were beginning to call him "The Phantom." Two police cars roared down the street and sped around a corner, just one block ahead of where Alex was standing. He stared after them. After living in the same town for twenty-three years, he knew the layout inside and out. That street led to a dead end. The murder —if that's what it really was— must have only just happened during Alex's walk home. The crime scene hadn't even been blocked off yet. He swallowed, suddenly swept by a morbid curiosity. Maybe he could get a glimpse of the victim. The media had been so vague about the murders. No one even knew how the people were killed. Maybe now he could find out. Alex hurried after the sirens. Around the corner, the police were already taping off the area. Alex crept closer to get a better look. On the other side of the yellow tape, he saw what would have been a body. However, it was too mangled to tell if it was man or beast. He paled and turned away. Seeing a corpse in a movie was nothing compared to seeing one in real life. The sight made him nauseous. Thinking about it now, Alex was surprised that none of the police had tried to stop him from looking. Normally they guarded their crime scenes with as much force as they could muster, but none of these men had even glanced his way. It was then that he noticed what held the attention of the police. There was another man trying to intrude on the scene. It only took Alex a moment to recognize him: the town nutcase, Trevor Darklin. What was he doing here? Alex watched as one of the policemen turned Trevor away, looking seriously pissed off. The rest of the officers returned to their other tasks, but that one especially frustrated man continued to watch Trevor as if he expected him to try to get by the tape again. The scenario was almost funny. It was also a good distraction from the gruesome corpse Alex just witnessed. "Hey," he called out to Trevor. "What're ya doing there?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets and smiled at Trevor condescendingly, falling back into old habits. "Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?"</s> <\|message\|>Trevor Darklin "You gotta let me through!" Trevor Darklin pleaded with the blue-suited officer. "Please!" For months, Trevor had been reading about these crimes. Researching, studying, analyzing every bit of information that he could find. The internet carried little real evidence, and the newspapers brought a little more. But while it was a helpful resource, the local paper didn't give much in the way of details. He couldn't blame the publisher of course. Local papers had their corruptions, but not nearly as bad as the real force behind the obvious cover-up. Most likely, the police were working in conjunction with the government, holding back and real, valuable information from the public. The government was very fond of doing that. Unlike the rest of the town, Trevor had been suspicious from the start. This was the fifth murder in the past couple of months. Each was reported to have some similarities, although the media was so vague on the matter that he could merely speculate. He needed to see the body for himself. Fortunately for him, though not for the police or the victim, this crime had taken place directly across the street from where he lived. He had been there the second he saw the flashing lights of the police cars pulling up. The scene was still fresh, and the officers hadn't gotten around to blocking it off. It seemed this was his chance. At least, it had seemed that way until Mr. Blue-Suit had shown up. This cop was the only thing standing in his way now. How could the police be so foolish? Everyone in town knew that he was an expert on paranormal research, and there was obviously something not normal about this string of crimes. Whether they chose to accept it or not, these officers needed his help. Moreover, the victims needed his help, and as the only one crazy enough to actually figure out what was going on, it was his duty to help them. "I can help!" He attempted to explain as more officers approached, intent on holding him back. "I can tell you what killed these people!" "Aliens?" One of the officers scoffed. "Yeah, I'll bet it was aliens. They came from the sky to steal all of our cows and murder a few suburban dwellers in the process." Trevor glared at the man who had spoken. Aliens? That was such a stereotype. Of course this wasn't aliens. The random blackouts that occasionally spread over the town, that was aliens. The new corrupted senator whose cheesy smile got him elected by the mind-controlled masses: Aliens. The random disappearances a few years back- definitely aliens. But this? Not a chance. This only further cemented his beliefs that law enforcement knew absolutely nothing. And what the heck was he saying about stealing cows?!? "No," another officer interjected in a sarcastic tone. "It must be a cover-up arranged by the government." "Well..." It was, sort of. At least part of it was, but that wasn't what he was interested in at the moment. Mr Blue-Suit stepped forward, pushing him back into the street. "Stay away, FreakShow," he growled. "We don't want you here, and we certainly don't need you!" The others went back to their work, but BlueSuit remained, glaring at Trevor as though daring him to approach again. The young specialist was about to take him up on that dare, when he heard a voice calling to him from the other side of the yard. "Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?" the voice mocked him. Again with the aliens!?! It was not aliens! What were these people, blind? Aliens wouldn't have left behind a mutilated body, they would have taken it back to their home planet for study! Seriously, that was basic stuff. Even idiots knew that. "It's not aliens!" He turned in the direction of the voice. Seeing who it was, his eyes darkened. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that." Upon seeing the face of his mocker, he knew exactly who it was. Alex... Alex Something. Okay so maybe he didn't know exactly, but he certainly knew the type. He'd seen this man around before, usually hanging out in clubs and bars. He was one of those arrogant unbelievers who thought that they were better than everyone else, always searching for some sort of purpose. Yet they assumed that tough they had no drive, they were still somehow more mature and intelligent than him. He who knew exactly what he was doing with his life. "And my research has nothing to do with you. Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?"</s>	<\|message\|>Alex Fisher "It's not aliens!" Trevor snarled at him. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that." "Of course," Alex said with a sarcastic shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not an expert like you." A smirk tugged at his lip. He loved how easy it was to ruffle Darklin's feathers. He barely even had to try! Originally, Alex was just going to leave Trevor with one little sting, but his reaction was too entertaining. He decided he had time to stick around for a few more jabs. "And my research has nothing to do with you." Trevor went on hostilely. "Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?" "I live around here, too, hotshot," Alex crossed his arms. "This town ain't that big, you know. But more specifically, I'm here for that." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the crime scene behind him. "Who can resist seeing a dead body, right? You know how uninformed the media keeps us these days. I wanted to see what's going on, myself; I wanted to see just how ruthless this 'Phantom' guy really is." Of course, this was all just a bluff, but Trevor couldn't possibly know that. In reality, Alex was still slightly shaken from the sight of the corpse. He hadn't expected to see such a gruesome murder, and now he could understand why the media was keeping this under wraps. The town would be wrought with panic if details about The Phantom got out. "So you think this killer's not from Mars?" Alex said, swinging the topic back around to Trevor. "That's boring. He's just a normal guy like you and me? Well… like me, anyways." He shook his head and went on, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know, I just can't bring myself to believe this guy is a human. To get away with this many murders and never leave enough evidence for the police to find anything at all? It's almost like this guy really is a ghost."</s>
<\|description\|>Trevor Darklin Age:23 Occupation: Paranormal Research Specialist (Conspiracy theorist) Appearance: Personality: Trevor is ... crazy. And he knows it. He believes himself to be, as he puts it "crazy, but right" He's incredibly talkative, especially when it comes to anything involving his research. Despite his love of talking, he is extremely bad at being social. In fact, he's downright awkward. He never knows the right things to say or do, so he just speaks his mind constantly, much to the chagrin of those around him.</s> <\|message\|>Alex Fisher The blaring music faded into background noise as Alex walked towards the exit of the club. After three long hours of drinking and partying, he was ready to head home. He had been careful not to overindulge himself this time, but the low-quality liquor was still making him feel slightly sick. He sighed. If it weren't for the tiny population in the town, maybe there would have been more clubs to choose from. He had long since grown tired of the same old drinks, songs, and people that frequented the only club within twenty miles. Alex halfheartedly fished through his pockets to see how much money he had left. This was the other problem. He wanted to add more variety to his life, but spare change wasn't going to buy him a plane ticket or a new apartment. With his current income of "just enough to get by," there was no way he could leave his hometown anytime soon. His nearly empty wallet was a shackle that kept him bound here. He drew a quarter from his pocket and tossed it from hand to hand. It seemed like he would just have to keep working on his tolerance for cheap booze and stingy club girls. Alex was jerked from his thoughts by the shrill shriek of a police siren. He instinctively froze and spun around to see where the sound was coming from. A dozens different questions flashed through his mind. What happened? Was there another murder? Was it nearby? Was the killer still on the loose? Was he in danger, too? The increasing number of murders in town had set him on edge lately. At least four people had died in the last few weeks, and the murderer had yet to be caught. In fact, the killer was so elusive people were beginning to call him "The Phantom." Two police cars roared down the street and sped around a corner, just one block ahead of where Alex was standing. He stared after them. After living in the same town for twenty-three years, he knew the layout inside and out. That street led to a dead end. The murder —if that's what it really was— must have only just happened during Alex's walk home. The crime scene hadn't even been blocked off yet. He swallowed, suddenly swept by a morbid curiosity. Maybe he could get a glimpse of the victim. The media had been so vague about the murders. No one even knew how the people were killed. Maybe now he could find out. Alex hurried after the sirens. Around the corner, the police were already taping off the area. Alex crept closer to get a better look. On the other side of the yellow tape, he saw what would have been a body. However, it was too mangled to tell if it was man or beast. He paled and turned away. Seeing a corpse in a movie was nothing compared to seeing one in real life. The sight made him nauseous. Thinking about it now, Alex was surprised that none of the police had tried to stop him from looking. Normally they guarded their crime scenes with as much force as they could muster, but none of these men had even glanced his way. It was then that he noticed what held the attention of the police. There was another man trying to intrude on the scene. It only took Alex a moment to recognize him: the town nutcase, Trevor Darklin. What was he doing here? Alex watched as one of the policemen turned Trevor away, looking seriously pissed off. The rest of the officers returned to their other tasks, but that one especially frustrated man continued to watch Trevor as if he expected him to try to get by the tape again. The scenario was almost funny. It was also a good distraction from the gruesome corpse Alex just witnessed. "Hey," he called out to Trevor. "What're ya doing there?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets and smiled at Trevor condescendingly, falling back into old habits. "Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?"</s> <\|message\|>Trevor Darklin "You gotta let me through!" Trevor Darklin pleaded with the blue-suited officer. "Please!" For months, Trevor had been reading about these crimes. Researching, studying, analyzing every bit of information that he could find. The internet carried little real evidence, and the newspapers brought a little more. But while it was a helpful resource, the local paper didn't give much in the way of details. He couldn't blame the publisher of course. Local papers had their corruptions, but not nearly as bad as the real force behind the obvious cover-up. Most likely, the police were working in conjunction with the government, holding back and real, valuable information from the public. The government was very fond of doing that. Unlike the rest of the town, Trevor had been suspicious from the start. This was the fifth murder in the past couple of months. Each was reported to have some similarities, although the media was so vague on the matter that he could merely speculate. He needed to see the body for himself. Fortunately for him, though not for the police or the victim, this crime had taken place directly across the street from where he lived. He had been there the second he saw the flashing lights of the police cars pulling up. The scene was still fresh, and the officers hadn't gotten around to blocking it off. It seemed this was his chance. At least, it had seemed that way until Mr. Blue-Suit had shown up. This cop was the only thing standing in his way now. How could the police be so foolish? Everyone in town knew that he was an expert on paranormal research, and there was obviously something not normal about this string of crimes. Whether they chose to accept it or not, these officers needed his help. Moreover, the victims needed his help, and as the only one crazy enough to actually figure out what was going on, it was his duty to help them. "I can help!" He attempted to explain as more officers approached, intent on holding him back. "I can tell you what killed these people!" "Aliens?" One of the officers scoffed. "Yeah, I'll bet it was aliens. They came from the sky to steal all of our cows and murder a few suburban dwellers in the process." Trevor glared at the man who had spoken. Aliens? That was such a stereotype. Of course this wasn't aliens. The random blackouts that occasionally spread over the town, that was aliens. The new corrupted senator whose cheesy smile got him elected by the mind-controlled masses: Aliens. The random disappearances a few years back- definitely aliens. But this? Not a chance. This only further cemented his beliefs that law enforcement knew absolutely nothing. And what the heck was he saying about stealing cows?!? "No," another officer interjected in a sarcastic tone. "It must be a cover-up arranged by the government." "Well..." It was, sort of. At least part of it was, but that wasn't what he was interested in at the moment. Mr Blue-Suit stepped forward, pushing him back into the street. "Stay away, FreakShow," he growled. "We don't want you here, and we certainly don't need you!" The others went back to their work, but BlueSuit remained, glaring at Trevor as though daring him to approach again. The young specialist was about to take him up on that dare, when he heard a voice calling to him from the other side of the yard. "Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?" the voice mocked him. Again with the aliens!?! It was not aliens! What were these people, blind? Aliens wouldn't have left behind a mutilated body, they would have taken it back to their home planet for study! Seriously, that was basic stuff. Even idiots knew that. "It's not aliens!" He turned in the direction of the voice. Seeing who it was, his eyes darkened. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that." Upon seeing the face of his mocker, he knew exactly who it was. Alex... Alex Something. Okay so maybe he didn't know exactly, but he certainly knew the type. He'd seen this man around before, usually hanging out in clubs and bars. He was one of those arrogant unbelievers who thought that they were better than everyone else, always searching for some sort of purpose. Yet they assumed that tough they had no drive, they were still somehow more mature and intelligent than him. He who knew exactly what he was doing with his life. "And my research has nothing to do with you. Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?"</s> <\|message\|>Alex Fisher "It's not aliens!" Trevor snarled at him. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that." "Of course," Alex said with a sarcastic shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not an expert like you." A smirk tugged at his lip. He loved how easy it was to ruffle Darklin's feathers. He barely even had to try! Originally, Alex was just going to leave Trevor with one little sting, but his reaction was too entertaining. He decided he had time to stick around for a few more jabs. "And my research has nothing to do with you." Trevor went on hostilely. "Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?" "I live around here, too, hotshot," Alex crossed his arms. "This town ain't that big, you know. But more specifically, I'm here for that." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the crime scene behind him. "Who can resist seeing a dead body, right? You know how uninformed the media keeps us these days. I wanted to see what's going on, myself; I wanted to see just how ruthless this 'Phantom' guy really is." Of course, this was all just a bluff, but Trevor couldn't possibly know that. In reality, Alex was still slightly shaken from the sight of the corpse. He hadn't expected to see such a gruesome murder, and now he could understand why the media was keeping this under wraps. The town would be wrought with panic if details about The Phantom got out. "So you think this killer's not from Mars?" Alex said, swinging the topic back around to Trevor. "That's boring. He's just a normal guy like you and me? Well… like me, anyways." He shook his head and went on, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know, I just can't bring myself to believe this guy is a human. To get away with this many murders and never leave enough evidence for the police to find anything at all? It's almost like this guy really is a ghost."</s>	<\|message\|>Trevor Darklin "Well, ghost would be more accurate..." he responded as seriously as he could manage. He knew that Alex was mocking him, but he refused to stoop to this guy's level. It was better to act oblivious, he figured, than to engage in petty arguments. Especially when those arguments involved opponents with little sense and even less knowledge. Remaining hostile could only hinder his research. Ignorant as he seemed though, this Alex character had managed to pose a half-decent theory. "Ghost" was a relatively large category, but from what little he knew, such an apparition would make a believable suspect. There was just one problem... "Except, of course, 'ghosts' are generally intangible. Possession, maybe..." he began mumbling to himself as he stepped closer to the body. Blue-Suit had conveniently gone to join his friends in their work, evidently expecting that his conversation with Alex would distract him from his curiosity. Foolish man, that one. The cops filed inside, unable to move the body before the arrival of the coroner but eager to continue the investigation. Trevor couldn't help but smile at the opportunity, ignoring Alex now as he moved in closer. That smile would not remain for long. What could only be the body of the deceased could barely be described as such. It was so twisted and mangled. The only identifiable part was the face... well, half of it at any rate. The other half had been scraped...no... clawed away. So deep were the wounds that nearly half of the skull was visible. It was a truly disgusting sight. Claw marks were evident across the entire abdomen, shredded cloth from what had once been a shirt was strewn about the scene, and what was left of his arms appeared charred and deformed. "Strange..." Circling around, Trevor found that the legs were mostly intact. That fact alone was very weird. What could mutilate the upper body to such an extent but leave the lower untouched? Whatever it was, the wounds were definitely not self-inflicted. Trevor looked grimly upon the body. Part of him knew that he should be disgusted by the sight, but he wasn't normal. Perhaps to shield itself, his mind went immediately to his work. "Definitely not possession, that wouldn't explain the burns. A poltergeist perhaps? No..."</s>
<\|description\|>CHARACTER SHEET ___________________________________________________ IMAGE NAME Age: Hair Color: Eye Color: Height: Body Type: (Don't put exact weight, just approximate between thin, average, toned, buff, etc.) Other Information:</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: "I'll be right back with your water." Off to get the water his attention was drawn by Xander and Arran's unceremonious end to their conversation. One went off to the bathrooms while the other exited the deli altogether. "Excuse me, you need to..." He didn't get the chance to finish the sentence before the boy left. "Great." Glancing back at the counter the manager motioned him to continue on. Deli Manager: Having sent Daniel back to work the manager stepped outside and looked back and forth for where Xander had gone. It turned out to be easier than expected as he was making a racket in the nearby alley. Coming around the corner Xander was apparently taking out his anger on the trash cans. The man of course had no time for this and addressed the situation. "Excuse me young mam. You left without paying."</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location There was a young woman at an adjacent corner of the alley way from Daniel and Xander. She had been staring at the sky mindlessly and for a reason even she didn't understand. The kicking of trash cans and yelling from Xander disturbed her. She stood up, and started to hobble towards the noises. She found where Daniel and Xander was and stood at the very end of the alley. She moved as if she wasn't entirely there, possibly drunk. Her eyes traced the two figures, as she was leaned a but forward. She let her two arms fall by gravity's whim in front of her, completely relaxed. Her face was emotionless. A bag that was strapped around her shoulder fell to the ground next to her. Her clothing was plain, a sweater, shorts, and sneakers. She wasn't blinking, not once.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) A soft phhsst sound was made in one of the stalls. No, it wasn't a toilet, but rather, it sounded more like a small release of steam. A young woman was heard from one of the stalls making a sigh. She stepped out of the stall, with a metalic syringe in hand. There were a lot of illegal drugs in Trip City circulating in underground gangs, raves, or otherwise. From what the woman could hear in the stall and what she could gather from the appearance of Arran she was confident in the fact that she wasn't hinding the drugs. "Don't tell anyone," she winked, as if she was going to say that she wouldn't tell anyone about the blood, in return about her drug usage. She took off her black and blue Techneo Nekeo hoodie, which was a popular mascot character for rave attire in the city and held it up to Arran. "You look awful, here, take it. Besides, it looks better than what you're wearing," She was trying to be nice, but tough at the same time. One of her eyes started to dialate, just once, as a side affect of the recent shot. The girl had a streak of blue in her short A-cut black hair, light blue eyes. She wore all black, minus her blue conbat boots. The hoodie had a blue streak running down the sleeves, it zipped in the front with two side pockets, and blue cat ears on the hood.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran swore softly under her breath, she hadn't noticed there was anyone else there, to preoccupied with whatever was in her head at that time. Or down her front, Arran thought glancing at the splatters of blood on her ripped shirt. The girl had come out of one of the stalls, the farthest one from Arran. When asked not to tell, Arran had just nodded, really it was none of her business, and if it kept the other girl from mentioning the blood all the better, the fact others would be able to see it was something Arran couldn't do anything about; until of course the girl offered her hoodie, a nice looking one with …ears? Awesome. But Arran was a little hesitant, why? Why would she be offered a nice hoodie like that just cause she looked awful? But really, did she have much choice? On the one hand she could go out as she was, blood all down her front, if she was lucky no one would notice it; not likely. She could ditch her shirt, or fold it up so the blood wasn't visible but with nothing to cover her arms, that wasn't going to happen. And last, but in no way least; she could take up the offer of the hoodie, hiding the blood and her arms all in one go. This all went through her head in a few seconds, and then something else pressed against her thoughts, "If I borrow it, how would you get it back?" Arran couldn't think that anyone would just give that sort of hoodie away for nothing.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) The unnamed female took out a sticker out of her pocket. It was a very colorful sticker with black silhouettes dancing indicating a rave party. The text on the sticker said, 'Hell-vitica' and the approximate location where the rave would be held. She put it into one of the hoodie's pocket. "There's a rave in two days, you could meet me there, besides, the first one is always free." She winked at Arran.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ok. Sound good." Arran smiled. "I'll meet you there then." She stripped off her shirt, no point in getting blood on the inside of the hoodie, revealing a camo army singlet, pale skin, and a row of faint white scars down one arm, with one or two an ugly red colour, raised and swollen; only a few days old. Running her finger tenderly across one, Arran looked at the other girl to see her reaction.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) The college student smiled in a grin, slightly trying to not smile fully. Before Arran continued, the student put her hand gently on Arran's shoulder, as she was walking past. She tossed the hoodie onto the counter and removed her hand as she walked past Arran and towards the exit. She turned her head back and waved, giving Arran some space, saying, "I'm sure I'll see you again soon." Her last expression was another held back smile as she exited the room.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Shaking her head, totally bewildered, Arran pulled on the hoodie, covering the scars, and folded her shirt so no blood was visible. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and slipped out of the bathroom. Glancing around she noticed Xander had left his table and felt a little stab of guilt, that wasn't cause of her, was it? But she brushed the thought aside, this world didn't revolve around her, much as she might wish that was the case, and also if she started feeling guilt, she'd start sliding downhill again, which was something she really needed not to do. Weaving between the tables Arran headed back to her group, they would probably wonder where she had gone, that is if they had stopped listening to that infernal song long enough to think. Kyle would have noticed of course, whether he was listening to the song or not, but Kyle would notice what happened to her, even if a bomb blew up right under his nose. Sure enough when she reached their table Luke was bouncing off the walls, Ben contemplating something, and Kyle was watching her, but at least they had stopped that song. "Are you OK?" Kyle asked softly, "And where did you get that jumper?" Arran sighed, slid into her chair, and covered her face, "It's nothing I'm just borrowing it. And I'm fine. Really" she added when Kyle glared at her. "Good" he said "Cause I'd hate for you to upset mum." Arran slouched down in her chair, "Aunt Cass will be fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine." "That's an awful lot of fines for someone with blood on their face." Kyle stated. Arran just looked at him, sure she'd wiped it all off. "Just here." He gestured to a spot on his own face and Arran hastily rubbed at that spot on her own. "Actually" Kyle grimaced "You didn't have any, but that just proved there was blood on you face earlier." Snarling Arran glared at Kyle, he was far too clever, and that would probably get her in serious trouble one of these days. "So, does that have anything to do with where the jumper came from?" He asked. "Mind your own business." Arran growled, turning back to the table and asking it as a whole, "Did they deliver that coffee yet?"</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update White As Arran put on the hoodie, it was clear that there was more than just the sticker in the pocket. A brand new metal syringe is capped and closed inside a hidden pocket in the sleeve of the Techneo Nekeo hoodie. It is felt from the inside, but not out. The hoodie is made to hide the drugs in a way that a simple pat down wont suffice to find it. However, who knows what it contains. Arran has gained the following items: Techneo Nekeo Hoodie (Blue and Black) Hell-vitica Rave Sticker Invite An Unknown Drug, Single Dosage (Unused)</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo --- He wiped the tears from his eyes anf looked over at the Deli Manager, he slipped his wallet out of his pocket and took out a $20 bill, he was about to throw it, until his eyes looked over to the seemingly drunk woman, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, just looking at her. He slipped Flandre inside her backpack and went over towards the Deli Manager, his eyes focused on the woman. "I'm sure I caused quite a racket, miss...I'm...I'm sorry...as for you, sir.." He looked at the Manager. "Keep the change, that is if that's more than the required amount....I apologize..." Xander said before his eyes rolling over to the woman again.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Seeing that his manage accepted the bill and walked off, Daniel let the whole thing go. He was helping some of the guests outside and greeted the unusual girl like he would anyone else. Being a bit distracted he didn't turn back until he heard the bag hit the floor. Work in food service for a while and you'll quickly develop an ear for falling objects. People knocked things over and dropped stuff all the time. It usually meant there was a mess to clean. Turning around he saw that it was just a bag this time. That was always a relief, cleaning took more time than he liked. It was then that he truly noticed that the girl looked spaced out or something. He approached and retrieved the bag that was dropped and offered it back to her. "Are you alright ma'am? You dropped this." It was hard to judge what kind of response he would get. Again, some people were particular about things.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The expressionless woman wouldn't even look at Daniel as he walked closer to her. She didn't move either. It became clearn that she really wasn't looking at anyone in particular, but rather straight ahead. But at the sound of his words, without warning, she kicked towards his stomach. She didn't appear interested with her bag at all.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: The kick just seemed to come out of nowhere. "Oof." Knocked back and stumbling Danial dropping the bag. Taking a few more stops back on his own he caught his breath. Duh, this girl was on something. Sighing softly he turned back toward the deli. Probably best to leave this to the proper authorities. "Better clear out before my manager makes a call." For all Daniel knew his words fell on deaf ears, but he wanted to give her a chance to leave on her own.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander notices Daniel get kicked into the stomach where he rushed over as to see what's going on. "Ay! What was that for?! Are you high or something?!" Xander said, looking at her in annoyance. He obviously expected a sort of attack from the woman and thus tightened his stomach and kept his arms out to the side, he awaited for the individual's response.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The woman was looking at the sky when Daniel gave his warning, it didn't seem like she heard, or cared. She then turned towards Xander and started running towards him when she heard him address her. It was clear she didn't know how to fight, she throws a punch at Xander.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander saw the woman run at her and only smirked, she seemed inexperienced enough to spare something show offy on. As she came close, Xander quickly went down in a bridge position before kicking upwards, enough force to deal a nasty injury but not knock out. Both his feet came upwards ramming up the woman's chest and into her face, knocking her backwards before he did the full backflip, coming up standing before opening his arms. "Go now....I don't want to have to hurt you..." He said as he cleaned his hands on his jeans. (In case anyone wonders, this is a Bridge, Xander merely kicked upwards and landed standing up.)</s>	<\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The woman was taken back by the blow. Her lip bled, maybe she bit herself when she got hit. But she did have a bruise on her jaw as well. She started wheezing from the blow to her chest. She fell sitting on her shins, holding her chest coughing a bit, arching her back fetally towards the ground. She slowly raised herself up. She looked at Xander, then at Daniel, as if she didn't have any context of what happened. Tears started to flow from her now red face. Her hands were shaking with fear. Without thinking she covered her face with her arm and started to run from where she came, leaving her zipped up duffel bag behind with Daniel.</s>
<\|description\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Age: 15 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Height: 5"7 Body Type: Thin, not exactly muscular but in good shape, he could be mistaken as a weakling. --- Other Information: Xander is one of the most peculiar combination of person you could ever meet. Xander is a nice and usually friendly person but also has his dark and more sadistic sides for a "reserved" group of people (Evil). He loves both videogames (especially Touhou and Fighting Games) and MMA, being taught by his father five different types of martial arts he never really gets picked on. People tried to bully him for sure but only ended up being knocked out on the floor and sent to the principal's office, no one, due to ignorance knows the types of martial arts he practices but it is said he knows Muay Thai and a bit of Brazilian Juijitsu and Shoot Wrestling, but it is clear he knows far more than the three. He is extremely skilled in his martial arts and weapon combat, he also mixes in his flexibility with his fighting style as to surprise his opponents and bear locks easier, meaning he should never be underestimated in a fight. For his less violent personality, he enjoys videogames and quite an active gamer while not training with his martial arts skills, notable titles include Touhou, Street Fighter, and Assassin's Creed. He is known to be immensely friendly but also serious at times as well as childish, this can be noted on how he carries a Touhou plushie in his backpack and will be seen admiring it in public (e has a collection of them) every day. Though it is clear he does this for two reasons; one, he loves the franchise and characters, two he's attracting a fight. He earned the nickname of "Vega" (coming from his favorite videogame character in Street Fighter) after showing off a bit of his sadism when leaving school having a gun pulled out on him as for money. He clearly is not to be trifled with at all. He is known through out the high school he goes to, but doesn't or can't make any friends due to the people there at the school, if anything he has acquaintances but not friends. He's always look to find someone to be his friend and who'll understand him. He started living alone in his parents former apartment after their untimely death, it was fully payed off and there was enough money in their bank accounts to continue paying the bills, it's been three months and his plushie cuddling and search for a friend increased drastically, he clearly did not want to be alone. --- Interests: Videogames, MMA, Touhou, Anime Skills: Extremely Flexible & Agile, Skilled in five different types of martial arts, Intelligent, Great Pianist, Abilities/Powers: (Will edit in when I need to)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET And thus begins... the experiment. NARRATIVE It is the fall season, although it is not that much noticeable in most parts of the city except where there are trees. Although some people might catch a chill from the wind. But in the outskirts there are leaves falling from trees in forest areas. The city square, which features a large TV screen that typically only shows breaking and typical news reports and advertisements are doing just that. Nothing out of the ordinary is being broadcasted. Almost fitting for the start of the story a tourism ad plays, or propaganda depending on how you want to look at it. "Welcome to Trip City! The leading edge of first world order! With the low rates of violence and crime in the recent years humanity has been able to dedicate more time to education and science. Technology advances are projected to increase in the next 10 years. In fact, plans on colonizing on distant planets are no longer dreams, but rather long term goals..." The ad is quite boring so it fades away into the background of noise. Of course, you might have not have even seen the ad if you weren't in the city square, or watching that particular channel to begin with. Everything that ends must come to a start first. So let's get onto life-- life in Trip City. Where do you start? Who are you? Your story begins now.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- Xander had only just gotten out of school, beginning to walk back home as he was seen in public in the happiest of moods, cuddling his Flandre Scarlet plushie. "Yes Flandre, I love you too, I don't care what anyone thinks, screw society and anyone who insults me!" He said cheerfully as he walked down the street, before stopping his little scene and just carrying her in his left hand. He was hungry after school as always and began passing by a street filled with shops and resturants. He looked at each of them while keeping his Flandre quite close to him, just looking around as to see where he might stop to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Axel Striphe Axel Striphe Axel sat in a nearby tea-shop, a bandaged, slightly bloody fist resting against his cheek as he over-looked the menu. "Excuse me, mam." He called out, his deep voice nearly making the waitress in front of him jump. No one had noticed him enter. "Er, yes, sir?" She smiled at the rather handsome, long-haired man, only for her eyes to widen at his apparel. Axel had been at the Pitt since yesterday, and other than a quick-shower, he didn't really have time to pick out the best clothing for a preppy tea shop. They smelled good, but they were more fit for training. Torn jeans, boots, and a sleeveless black under-armor shirt that hugged his form. White, slightly bloody bandages wrapped around his knuckles, and down to his forearms, and he had a band-aid underneath his left eye. {Practically his picture} "A mint tea?" He questioned lightly, a slightly rougeish smirk forming on the corner of his lips. The lady blushed when she realized that she was smirking, and quickly dashed towards thef back, calling over her shoulder, "Y-yes, sir!" Axel was rather amused, but he merely looked back down at the menu, with a sigh. They didn't have any bacon. Great.</s> <\|message\|>v Fall, one of Daniel's favorite times or year. The temperature was mild and it meant thee year would soon be winding down. That didn't stop him from completely wasting the morning inside though. His dad was off at work for the day as always and his two younger sisters to school. That just left him and his mom still at home. At least until it was time for him to go to work. Only having two cars between the five of them that meant getting dropped off. Midday was the usual shift change, just before school let out. Their location was on a fairly busy road which meant there was an influx of people right around after school. Having been through the routine many times Daniel got things ready in advance. Once people started showing up it was a race to keep the place clean and getting food out to everyone. On top of that they wanted him to talk to people. See how they were doing, get to know them, build up a good customer relation kind of stuff. It wasn't the most fun part of the job but it had been helping him with his social skills. It also taught him how to act interested in some of the most boring or pointless conversation points points ever. Perhaps more valuable was the knowledge of how to get out of those mind numbing situations. Now that school let out things were going to pick up.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Yumemi Renee sighed as she got off of the bus and walked down the sidewalk with her, passively listening to the large TV as she walked on. She was just glad to be done with her classes for today, and she was glad to have a day off of her job for today. So, she decided to spend some time relaxing before she went back to the dorms to study. She walked down the sidewalk until she reached a bookstore. She walked in and looked at the books in the fiction section. She didn't care whether the books were manga or otherwise, so long as it had an interesting story. She smiled to herself as she read the first chapter, fully becoming engrossed in the story.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- Oh, before we move on, Xander was wearing a black shirt and some grey pants with some sneakers. He only continued to cuddle his plushie before his eyes caught attention of the deli which sounded like a good idea to his stomach. He walked into the deli, carrying Flandre in as if it were nothing. He quickly took a spot next to the window as to get a good view of everything from the resturant. He slung off his backpack and let it lean on the legs of the chair, before placing his Flandre plushie on the table, making her face him as he smiled back at his little doll. From the table he began to think upon what he would have. Assuming there was already a menu on the table, he picked it up and began to read through it, if not he raised his hand and awaited for service.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Waitress 1, Unnamed Waitress 2 Striphe's location. When the waitress (1) had the tea ready, she came out. She felt bad for not recognizing that your character walked in. But despite pondering that, she suddenly lost a sense of self. For one second she forgot what she was doing. She flinched, spilling the tea and breaking the tea cup and pot. It almost looked like she wouldn't catch herself, but did, and saw the tea suddenly at her feet, with customers starring at her. She didn't remember dropping it. "Oh my god," she thought, embarrassed. She ran to go get a rag. Moments later when another waitress (2) was leaving to give someone else their order, the employee door was open long enough to hear a crash, "What's going on?!" "Are you okay?" The waitress who just exited looked worried upon hearing it too. The commotion died down almost as soon as it started and the bus boy started to clean up the mess. A new waitress came to give Axel's mint tea. "We're so sorry about that. Could I get anything else started for you?" She said it looking a little concerned. Axel could hear another young lady murmuring in the shop eating a muffin, "What a klutz."</s> <\|message\|>Axel Striphe Axel rose an eyebrow at the long chain of unfortunate events, his sapphire blue eyes glinting in slight concern for the first waitress. Pushing it through the back of his mind, the fighter glanced up at the new waitress and nodded his consent. "No worries. I'm fine for now. Thanks." He accepted the mint tea, wrapping his bandaged hands around the hot mug and taking a slow, favorable sip. He loved tea, and despite being seen as a cocky, skilled fighter in the underground, Axel often wondered what would have happened if he, instead, created a tea shop instead of a Fight Club. "Is that lady alright?" His voice was curious, and slightly concerned, and Axel glanced back down towards the staff-only door.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Waitress 2 Striphe's location. "Oh, ya, I'm sure she's fine. She was probably low on blood sugar or something." The waitress smiled, "Let me know if you need anything else, hun, I'll be your server now." She went off to check on the other customer's orders. Behind the employee doors the waitress who nearly fell over was went home to get some rest. She took the back door, as it was apparent that she never showed up again, and other waiters and waitresses greeted the customers she was attending. They told them that she had gone home, and that they would be serving them now. Business continued to run as normal. GM No longer controls -Unnamed Waitress 1, Unnamed Waitress 2</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Come on, I can make it. Arran willed herself to hit that high note. All right, fine, it wasn't that high; just higher than Arran could sing normally, but she had discussed it with the others and this song just had to have a high note there. Hitting the note, YES!, Arran finished up the song. Playing it back she grinned, happy as a sandboy. Saving the file she emailed it to the boys and, after gathering her stuff and switching the equipment off, left the recording studio. Blinking in the bright sunlight, Arran started off down the street, humming the tune to their latest song. Today was a wandering day, she was going to stroll along in almost too hot sunshine, and find somewhere that was hopefully interesting to stop, maybe have a bite to eat, or read a book, probably stopping by the supermarket on the way home, so that they could have Sheppard's pie for dinner tonight. Strolling past Kyle's, the drummer, school Arran suddenly remembered that they had agreed to meet up somewhere round here, just where was it? Sighing Arran leaned on the wall next to the gate, and checked her watch; five minutes till school ended, she could wait that long. Probably. Sliding down to sit, Arran watched people hurry by, late for something most likely, trying far too hard in a world that couldn't care less. Arran knew she shouldn't keep thinking like this, but downward spirals were so easy to start and really, really hard to stop.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: When Xander entered Daniel greeted him from across the room where he was tending another table. "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli. I'll be right with you." He excused himself from the conversation. Oh his way over he spotted that Xander didn't have a menu. Detouring slightly to pick one up he brought it over. "How are you doing today? Could I get you started with a drink?" Daniel said as he offered the menu. He noticed the plushie but didn't give any sign that he had, partly because he didn't recognize what it was from. Not everyone liked when you point something out. Better to let them bring it up.</s>	<\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- "Oh, thank you." Xander said, taking the menu in his hands. When asked for a drink he looked up in thought for a few seconds before saying, "Just a glass of water please, and forgive the awkward question, but do you have a drink that's...eh...blood coloured? Might as well keep going with the mood with Flandre here." He said with a shrug, using his head as to point at the plushie. He began to look over through the menu as to find something he'd like. "What do you suggest from the menu, that's meaty, of course?" He asked tilting his head at Daniel.</s>
<\|description\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Age: 15 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Height: 5"7 Body Type: Thin, not exactly muscular but in good shape, he could be mistaken as a weakling. --- Other Information: Xander is one of the most peculiar combination of person you could ever meet. Xander is a nice and usually friendly person but also has his dark and more sadistic sides for a "reserved" group of people (Evil). He loves both videogames (especially Touhou and Fighting Games) and MMA, being taught by his father five different types of martial arts he never really gets picked on. People tried to bully him for sure but only ended up being knocked out on the floor and sent to the principal's office, no one, due to ignorance knows the types of martial arts he practices but it is said he knows Muay Thai and a bit of Brazilian Juijitsu and Shoot Wrestling, but it is clear he knows far more than the three. He is extremely skilled in his martial arts and weapon combat, he also mixes in his flexibility with his fighting style as to surprise his opponents and bear locks easier, meaning he should never be underestimated in a fight. For his less violent personality, he enjoys videogames and quite an active gamer while not training with his martial arts skills, notable titles include Touhou, Street Fighter, and Assassin's Creed. He is known to be immensely friendly but also serious at times as well as childish, this can be noted on how he carries a Touhou plushie in his backpack and will be seen admiring it in public (e has a collection of them) every day. Though it is clear he does this for two reasons; one, he loves the franchise and characters, two he's attracting a fight. He earned the nickname of "Vega" (coming from his favorite videogame character in Street Fighter) after showing off a bit of his sadism when leaving school having a gun pulled out on him as for money. He clearly is not to be trifled with at all. He is known through out the high school he goes to, but doesn't or can't make any friends due to the people there at the school, if anything he has acquaintances but not friends. He's always look to find someone to be his friend and who'll understand him. He started living alone in his parents former apartment after their untimely death, it was fully payed off and there was enough money in their bank accounts to continue paying the bills, it's been three months and his plushie cuddling and search for a friend increased drastically, he clearly did not want to be alone. --- Interests: Videogames, MMA, Touhou, Anime Skills: Extremely Flexible & Agile, Skilled in five different types of martial arts, Intelligent, Great Pianist, Abilities/Powers: (Will edit in when I need to)</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.</s> <\|message\|>v "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli." Daniel called out as Maxwell entered. "I'll be right with you." Taking dishes back to the busing station in the back he washed and dried his hands before heading back out and over to the newest guest. "Alrighty, what can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander repeated about what he said, who Flandre was and where she came from. "She's my fourth favorite character from the franchise." He says, before picking up Flandre again and petting the doll's head with his clean hand. He left her on his lap, using his other hand to eat his sandwich and drink his water. Though, his eyes shot towards the new person in the Deli, he seemed to bear his teeth upon sight of this fellow. Xander didn't like that type of person, at all, he could tell by how they walked, acted, and dressed. He eventually turned his gaze back to Arran and continued to pet his plushie.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander smiling slightly. "Mhim, I can see that" she said, smiling outright. "Personally I don't think I'd be brave enough to cuddle one of those in public, if I had one to cuddle." Arran thought about it for a second, "Well I do have my teddy, but to cuddle him I'd have to have him." She frowned for a second, remembering her teddy flung haphazardly across a half-made bed. "Wait… did you say fourth? Than who's the first three? Not that I'd know them if you told me, but I still wanna know!" She perked up there, grinning again; anything to stop the calling spiral into despair, and if there was any day she had to keep floating, it was today. When someone walked into the deli Xander had bared his teeth, not the most obvious gesture but one Arran had picked up anyway. Glancing at the boy who had just walked in, and was looking at his phone, Arran noticed he seemed rich, the sort of rich Arran had lived amongst before, the sort of rich Ben was, the sort of rich that for the most part she hated bitterly. Scrunching up her face Arran could feel the anger building, bubbling up inside, rising, and taking over, an explosion primed to blow. She had to squash it; she had to squash it now. Normally she dispersed her anger or despair with music, loud and fast, the words painting how she felt in bright colours on her heart. Taking a deep breath Arran reined in her anger, calming down, reminding herself that here and now was not the time, and anyway; as far as she knew the boy who'd just walked in wasn't like the rest, it was always a possibility.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Huh, no one's ever been really interested in my plushies.." or me.. He muttered afterwards, a bit more sad when saying that to himself. "First favorite is Cirno, she's an ice fairy, second favorite is Remilia Scarlet, Flandre's big sister, awfully close to first place, and third is Suwako Moriya, goddess of the Moriya Shrine." He said, bringing up his phone and showing pictures of the three, as well as Flandre. Remilia Scarlet Flandre Scarlet Suwako Moriya Cirno (Cirno is in my signature and profile picture, but here you go) "Erm....yeah....the games have no male characters what-so-ever, but they're pretty great games..." Xander said his redness on his face returning.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE When you're like me, Arran thought, you gotta have something to be interested in, even if it was a random person who'd piqued her interest. Xander showed her pictures on his phone of the characters he was describing. All pretty girls. Arran grinned, "No boys what so ever? Sounds like heaven. …Unless of course you're me and don't really like girls." She thought about if for a second, "Although I guess if they're from a game than they are probably better than real life." She was smiling sadly again. Today was a good day; as of yet she hadn't yelled at anyone or disappeared to sob, or rage somewhere. Not to mention Xander was interesting, and for Arran interesting was always a good thing.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The girl, whom Sophia now knows as Renee, shook her hand, answered her apology then asked her a question. "Yeah, I'm a regular. I come here often to buy books, stationery, and other things. Though I also just come here to read," she replied Renee's question, grinning wide remembering the frequency of the last part. "I'm guessing this is your first time here? I've never seen you here before," Sophia asked.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "From what I've seen, yeah, they're better than real girls...maybe cuter too..." Xander says, rolling his eyes somewhere else as to try and prevent and ease his emabressment. "Anyway, besides being in a band, what else interests you, hm?" He said, his now focused on the pretty rich boy, seeming to stare at him for a while. He only cuddled his plushie even more, as to attract attention to himself, though this time on purpose, what was he planning?</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "What else interests me? Hummm………" Arran thought about it, "Well Music, obviously. And I guess, reading, cooking, and wandering. I quite like sport, but I don't really play any, Horse riding's fun but I can never control the horse so I don't really bother. Watching movies, as long as there's no romance. I quite enjoy doing a lot of things, but mostly I do it by a moment at a time basis, if it interests me right then, then, I am interested by that. Sad, I know, but it works." She frowned. "And you." She stated bluntly, "Right now you interest me. You cuddle her" she nodded at the doll, "In public, but then are embarrassed for being caught. You look lonely but haven't admitted to it, and you don't" she paused here for a second "seem to like rich people." Arran gestured slightly to the boy Xander had been staring at. "Not to mention, you didn't seem to mind overly much when I just dropped in at your table."</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "M-me...?" Xander said, a bit curious before hearing Arran out, and then replying to her statement, quite annoyed. "Ay! Wait right there! First off, I am NOT lonely!" Xander said, obviously denying it as he looked at Arran in a sort of anger, sadness, and annoyance, he beared his teeth, clearly not liking to go on this subject. "Second of all, I don't CARE what people think about me cuddling Flandre-chan, I was SURPRISED to find somelne directly 'catching' me." He said, this was half true. "You could call me 'friendly' if you're wondering about how I don't overreact to you sitting here. And last but not least; I don't care if you're rich or poor, I care about how you ACT, and I can tell by looking at him that he may be another wimpy snob who can't hold himself in a fight." He said, letting out a sigh of annoyance upon finishing. The last few words he said were unusual, coming from a boy who cuddled his plushies in public.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ok, Ok, Ok, don't get your knickers in a twist." She threw up her hands "You better accept it when someone approaches you offering to be a friend. They don't come often and when they do they stick around. It's not fun being lonely, I should know, and If you want me to find you interesting for you, I'll have to know you for you." And here she smiled sadly, "Most people only see what's on the surface, and I admit I'm one of them, but I try, I do try." She could see how he had miss read her intentions but couldn't work out how to fix it, a single tear leaking out her eye she pushed the chair back, "Thank-you for your time, I'm just going to excuse myself." Flicking her head to clear off the tear, she headed to the bathroom, trying not to burst into sobs, It wasn't Xander's fault, she simply was too emotional, it was too easy tip her into this state. Running the tap she looked at herself in the mirror, a lonely girl who just wanted out.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell put down his phone and looked towards Daniel. "Oh, I'll just have a water, please." Maxwell caught some weirdos staring at him a bit, though he was used to this. Who didn't want to look at the best guy in the room? Though, Jeeves usually watches for any "unwanted attention" from a distance.</s>	<\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "H-hey, w-wait!" Xander said as he reached out his arm as to try and stop her, but failed to do so. Xander only looked upset as he saw her go ofg, before picking up his backpack and Flandre and sadly heading out the door. He went into the alley next to the deli and saw an emoty trash can which he kicked strongly, sending it flying against the Deli's wall with a 'clang!' He yelled out loudly, overflowing with amger, "BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA! I'M AN IDIOT! MY ONE CHANCE AT A FRIEND AND I BLEW IT DUE TO MY STUPIDITY!" He only yelled out again, kicking the empty trash can once more before slamming his back against his wall and covering his face with both hands as he, perhaps expected, began to cry. He moved his hands down from his face and cuddled Flandre as to try and ease his emotional pain. "I f**king blew it....I could have had a friend...and I blew it.." He said, crying softly, exasperated with his lonliness.</s>
<\|description\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Age: 15 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Height: 5"7 Body Type: Thin, not exactly muscular but in good shape, he could be mistaken as a weakling. --- Other Information: Xander is one of the most peculiar combination of person you could ever meet. Xander is a nice and usually friendly person but also has his dark and more sadistic sides for a "reserved" group of people (Evil). He loves both videogames (especially Touhou and Fighting Games) and MMA, being taught by his father five different types of martial arts he never really gets picked on. People tried to bully him for sure but only ended up being knocked out on the floor and sent to the principal's office, no one, due to ignorance knows the types of martial arts he practices but it is said he knows Muay Thai and a bit of Brazilian Juijitsu and Shoot Wrestling, but it is clear he knows far more than the three. He is extremely skilled in his martial arts and weapon combat, he also mixes in his flexibility with his fighting style as to surprise his opponents and bear locks easier, meaning he should never be underestimated in a fight. For his less violent personality, he enjoys videogames and quite an active gamer while not training with his martial arts skills, notable titles include Touhou, Street Fighter, and Assassin's Creed. He is known to be immensely friendly but also serious at times as well as childish, this can be noted on how he carries a Touhou plushie in his backpack and will be seen admiring it in public (e has a collection of them) every day. Though it is clear he does this for two reasons; one, he loves the franchise and characters, two he's attracting a fight. He earned the nickname of "Vega" (coming from his favorite videogame character in Street Fighter) after showing off a bit of his sadism when leaving school having a gun pulled out on him as for money. He clearly is not to be trifled with at all. He is known through out the high school he goes to, but doesn't or can't make any friends due to the people there at the school, if anything he has acquaintances but not friends. He's always look to find someone to be his friend and who'll understand him. He started living alone in his parents former apartment after their untimely death, it was fully payed off and there was enough money in their bank accounts to continue paying the bills, it's been three months and his plushie cuddling and search for a friend increased drastically, he clearly did not want to be alone. --- Interests: Videogames, MMA, Touhou, Anime Skills: Extremely Flexible & Agile, Skilled in five different types of martial arts, Intelligent, Great Pianist, Abilities/Powers: (Will edit in when I need to)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location The cat had ran straight to a turned over garbage can in front of a building. The cat had no collar and was eating out of the scraps. It heard Renee coming, and paused to look at her.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Seeing that there was no collar on the cat, Renee shook her head at herself. She thought silently to herself, thinking that she was just being silly. She turned back and started to continue her way back to the dorms.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander sighs sadly as he watches her run off, only too late did he realize his mistakes, which only further upset him. He took Flaked out of his backpack and cuddled with her as he walked along the street alone, a tear rolling down his right cheek. "This is why I have no friends.....I'm too much of a freak...if not....I look for an excuse to fight...if only Mother was here..." He said, hugging the plushie and cuddling with her before placing a kiss upon its head. He walked past a tea shop and a book store, further cuddling the plushie not really caring about anything. It was clear Xander was stressed out, he had messed up twice, he was clearly on the verge of breaking into tears again.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE After paying their bill and leaving the rapidly empting deli, Arran and Kyle split from the others and started walking home. "Urghh… I forgot to get the meat for dinner" Arran groaned, "Aunt Cass is going to kill me, I was supposed to be home early so as to cook." She was partly mad she had forgotten but mostly she wanted to try and distract Kyle from her incident earlier; he hadn't said anything in front of the others, but now they were alone there was going to be hell to pay. But instead of asking questions about earlier Kyle surprised her "You missed your appointment you know." Arran blinked in surprise, "huh?" Kyle turned, walking backwards so as to be able to walk and talk, "You missed your appointment. Your very important appointment" Arran thought about it, "Very important appointment. Uhhhh…… what?" Kyle frowned; "You never told me; I set the alarm after checking your calendar, really; I was surprised that you even had something on there." "You checked my calendar?" Arran grimaced, "why?" "You never remember anything, unless it's music, so I thought it would be best to make sure I have an alarm for you as well. Only you had about three things on your calendar one of which was my birthday, one was mum's, and the other unnamed." Kyle spun back around so he was walking next to her. They walked for a little while; tuning a few corners, and hiking up and down hills, till they finally reached Kyle's street. Wading through the overgrown grass that overlapped the path they climbed a set of worn concrete steps to a solid door with blue paint peeling to reveal a vibrant red, or maybe the red was peeling to show the blue, but really it didn't matter, the majority of the door being blue.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The sudden turn of Renee's head alerted Sophia, and the girl bolted away after apologising that she had to hurry somewhere. Sophia raised her eyebrows to that, then shouted, "Bye!" to Renee, knowing the girl wouldn't hear her. Sighing, she walked to the counter, book in hand. After paying for the book, she checked the time on her blue digital watch. It wasn't really that late, but maybe it was for Renee. As Sophia pushed the book shop's front door open after waving to the cashier, she saw a boy around her age walking past, cuddling a familiar touhou character plushie, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Flandre..." She managed to whisper, recalling the name of the character.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander kept walking until he heard someone whisper the voice of his plushie. He wiped the tear off his cheek and turned around as to meet Sophia. "Yes.....d-do you know Touhou....?" He asked, his arms still wrapped around the plushie he cuddled with. Xander seemed hopeful as to find someone who knew about Flandre and most likely other Touhou characters, it was rare enough to find people ho knew about it, at least for him.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell got up from his seat. He had been waiting for a good while too long, as it was getting late. He walked back out to the vehicle, and got in the back. "What the hell just happened in there? It was like some sort of a teen drama unfolding right before my eyes!" He let out a simple sigh, cradling his head in his hand, agitated that he was unable to get even a water. "Jeeves, let's just go home already." Jeeves started the Limousine, heading for the Ryte family mansion.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The boy suddenly turned to face her, which made Sophia raise her eyebrows, quite surprised. She didn't think that the boy would hear her. The boy wiped off his tear, then asked her about touhou. "Uhm. Oh yes, I do know of it. Well, I have not played the game however, but I have read some manga chapters, though that was some years ago, so I might not remember much of the story. I do know of some of the characters. Well, I'm pretty sure you're quite a fan, huh?" Sophia replied with a sheepish smile. She didn't quite know how to act in front of the boy, in contrast to when she faced Renee. Back then she was too excited about the book to care of she she did, but mostly she was like this, shy, in front of new people.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) The uniform in the bag was familiar. Daniel had visited the tea shop before even if it had been a while. Putting everything back in the bag the boy would leave it here at the office until tomorrow. As he recalled the tea shop closed around the same time the deli did. He worked in the evening so he would have ample time to get it to the tea shop. His shift was done so he ordered something for dinner in the last couple of minutes and waited for his ride. Timing it pretty well he got his food just a minute before his ride arrived. Saying goodbye to his coworkers Daniel headed to the car and was on his way home.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Flopping down at the computer desk, Arran logged into her account on the old, second-hand E-Mac, flicking over to her email and receiving ten new emails from her brother since yesterday, totaling in almost fifty unread emails from him. Slumping down in her chair, she logged out and stared at the login page, not really seeing it, thinking about the day; worse than usual, but in the scale of things not too disastrous, just not so good. The hoodie; that was something Arran couldn't fathom, why had she been given the hoodie, and surely the girl hadn't just forgotten the drug; it didn't seem to be the sort of thing you just forgot was in the sleeve of your hoodie when handing it over to a stranger. After getting home she had looked herself in the bathroom as soon as she could, and worked the syringe out of the sleeve from the inside, pulling it out and looking for markings, finding none, but considering the poor lighting in the bathroom, that wasn't surprising. Now it was tucked safely back in the sleeve of the hoodie, which in turn was tucked in one of her two draws in the boy's room, somewhere the others were forbidden to access; a rule that was reinforced by an old padlock to which only she had the key. Arran hadn't told Kyle about the drug, that wasn't the sort of thing she just told people about, especially Kyle, who couldn't keep silent if he thought others needed to know, and that ment telling Aunt Cass, the last person in the world Arran wanted to upset. No it was better she didn't mention it to anybody.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Oh, you should try out the games, they're amazing." He said, holding Flandre in his arms as he looked at her. "What's your name? I'm Xander...." He asked. Xander's eyes looked away from the girl and up to the sun, it was clearly getting late, and he would have to get going soon enough. His eyes looked back down towards the girl and awaited her response. Though as the sun was going down, it was clear there was a slight change in his attitude, he was more vigilant of his surroundings, little things such as the rustling of bushes made his head turn; after all, can't be too careful.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Rachael Sandra's Duffel Bag, Rachael Sandra's Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) --- In the way home he debated telling his mother about the weird events at work today. It might make his mother worry though so he dropped the idea. Glad that the drive home was a short one Daniel headed indoors. His sisters were already getting ready for bed, having to go to school the next morning. That was one thing the boy missed and didn't at the same time. Learning was always fun, even if the subject was less than thrilling. The other side of the coin was the homework and having to sit in lectures. That was rarely much fun. That was bound to come back though whenever he started college though. In the mean time he should enjoy the freedom he had. Also per usual his dad was asleep already. Work being so far off require him to get up before the crack of dawn which in turn meant an early bedtime. Working evenings himself, Daniel tended to miss most of the happenings of the day. Being hungry he headed to the kitchen which usually contained leftovers. Digging around in the fridge brought forth yesterdays meatloaf. Not much caring having had it two days in a row he threw some on a plate along with some green beans and corn. A short heat in the microwave and a drink on the side Daniel took his meal upstairs to his room. Ah, now no one would bother him. That was the other advantage to working in the evening. By the end of the day everyone else was too tired to bug him much, with exception to his day to do chores. And staying up late playing games and killing time wasn't a bother because he didn't have to get up early either. Watching videos on Youtube while eating he ran through his mind the events that transpired. Slightly hard to believe it happened even having watched it with his own eyes. On top of seeing what appeared to be a drugged woman that kicked him away, there was the boy who walked out without paying flipping over and kicking the aforementioned away. How would own even explain that brief moment in time. Shaking his head and sighing he finished eating and went to playing a game. Tomorrow could be an interesting day as well. Maybe not quite as crazy but he had the bag to return. The reaction to such a thing could vary.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig "Oh. Well I'm Sophia, nice to meet you. Also, I might try the games..." Sophia answered Xander. She noticed him looking up to the sun that was illuminating the place with an orange glow, indicating that it was setting. It must be pretty late for him. And for her too. "Do you have to go now?" She questioned him, tilting her head to the side. It was a habit that she do that when not sure of something.</s>	<\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Not really, do you...erm...wish to talk a bit more or something..?" He asks, a bit unsure of what to say. He kept Flandre tucked in his left arm, his eyes squinting as the sunset blinded him slightly, though he continued to look at Sophia. He was vigilant but also calm at this point.</s>
<\|description\|>Axel Striphe Age: 19 Hair Color: Black, with natural white locks deep near the roots. Eye Color: Crystal, sapphire blue. Height: 6'2" Body Type: Pure muscular, but with a lean, ripped physique that doesn't make it literally all bulk. As shown in picture. Other Info: Axel was just an average boy growing up. He loved sports, and worked out quite a bit, but his favorte past-time was, in fact, fighting. he made an MMA club in high-school, and it actually lasted quite a bit, until he graduated. There, he had enough funds to make his own legal Fight Club, where he taught others how to fight, and they usually sparred every day. It was nice money. However, since he has a friend that mostly lords over that club, he spends even more of his time in the UBA; an Underground Battle Arena created centuries ago in the city. The people usually fight until the death, which is why it's hosted in the sewers, in a sort of cage-like arena. He is quickly becoming a master of Krav Maga, and is the top ranked fighter there so far. His 'stage-name', and name used there, is Strife, taken from his last name.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET And thus begins... the experiment. NARRATIVE It is the fall season, although it is not that much noticeable in most parts of the city except where there are trees. Although some people might catch a chill from the wind. But in the outskirts there are leaves falling from trees in forest areas. The city square, which features a large TV screen that typically only shows breaking and typical news reports and advertisements are doing just that. Nothing out of the ordinary is being broadcasted. Almost fitting for the start of the story a tourism ad plays, or propaganda depending on how you want to look at it. "Welcome to Trip City! The leading edge of first world order! With the low rates of violence and crime in the recent years humanity has been able to dedicate more time to education and science. Technology advances are projected to increase in the next 10 years. In fact, plans on colonizing on distant planets are no longer dreams, but rather long term goals..." The ad is quite boring so it fades away into the background of noise. Of course, you might have not have even seen the ad if you weren't in the city square, or watching that particular channel to begin with. Everything that ends must come to a start first. So let's get onto life-- life in Trip City. Where do you start? Who are you? Your story begins now.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- Xander had only just gotten out of school, beginning to walk back home as he was seen in public in the happiest of moods, cuddling his Flandre Scarlet plushie. "Yes Flandre, I love you too, I don't care what anyone thinks, screw society and anyone who insults me!" He said cheerfully as he walked down the street, before stopping his little scene and just carrying her in his left hand. He was hungry after school as always and began passing by a street filled with shops and resturants. He looked at each of them while keeping his Flandre quite close to him, just looking around as to see where he might stop to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Axel Striphe Axel Striphe Axel sat in a nearby tea-shop, a bandaged, slightly bloody fist resting against his cheek as he over-looked the menu. "Excuse me, mam." He called out, his deep voice nearly making the waitress in front of him jump. No one had noticed him enter. "Er, yes, sir?" She smiled at the rather handsome, long-haired man, only for her eyes to widen at his apparel. Axel had been at the Pitt since yesterday, and other than a quick-shower, he didn't really have time to pick out the best clothing for a preppy tea shop. They smelled good, but they were more fit for training. Torn jeans, boots, and a sleeveless black under-armor shirt that hugged his form. White, slightly bloody bandages wrapped around his knuckles, and down to his forearms, and he had a band-aid underneath his left eye. {Practically his picture} "A mint tea?" He questioned lightly, a slightly rougeish smirk forming on the corner of his lips. The lady blushed when she realized that she was smirking, and quickly dashed towards thef back, calling over her shoulder, "Y-yes, sir!" Axel was rather amused, but he merely looked back down at the menu, with a sigh. They didn't have any bacon. Great.</s> <\|message\|>v Fall, one of Daniel's favorite times or year. The temperature was mild and it meant thee year would soon be winding down. That didn't stop him from completely wasting the morning inside though. His dad was off at work for the day as always and his two younger sisters to school. That just left him and his mom still at home. At least until it was time for him to go to work. Only having two cars between the five of them that meant getting dropped off. Midday was the usual shift change, just before school let out. Their location was on a fairly busy road which meant there was an influx of people right around after school. Having been through the routine many times Daniel got things ready in advance. Once people started showing up it was a race to keep the place clean and getting food out to everyone. On top of that they wanted him to talk to people. See how they were doing, get to know them, build up a good customer relation kind of stuff. It wasn't the most fun part of the job but it had been helping him with his social skills. It also taught him how to act interested in some of the most boring or pointless conversation points points ever. Perhaps more valuable was the knowledge of how to get out of those mind numbing situations. Now that school let out things were going to pick up.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Yumemi Renee sighed as she got off of the bus and walked down the sidewalk with her, passively listening to the large TV as she walked on. She was just glad to be done with her classes for today, and she was glad to have a day off of her job for today. So, she decided to spend some time relaxing before she went back to the dorms to study. She walked down the sidewalk until she reached a bookstore. She walked in and looked at the books in the fiction section. She didn't care whether the books were manga or otherwise, so long as it had an interesting story. She smiled to herself as she read the first chapter, fully becoming engrossed in the story.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- Oh, before we move on, Xander was wearing a black shirt and some grey pants with some sneakers. He only continued to cuddle his plushie before his eyes caught attention of the deli which sounded like a good idea to his stomach. He walked into the deli, carrying Flandre in as if it were nothing. He quickly took a spot next to the window as to get a good view of everything from the resturant. He slung off his backpack and let it lean on the legs of the chair, before placing his Flandre plushie on the table, making her face him as he smiled back at his little doll. From the table he began to think upon what he would have. Assuming there was already a menu on the table, he picked it up and began to read through it, if not he raised his hand and awaited for service.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Waitress 1, Unnamed Waitress 2 Striphe's location. When the waitress (1) had the tea ready, she came out. She felt bad for not recognizing that your character walked in. But despite pondering that, she suddenly lost a sense of self. For one second she forgot what she was doing. She flinched, spilling the tea and breaking the tea cup and pot. It almost looked like she wouldn't catch herself, but did, and saw the tea suddenly at her feet, with customers starring at her. She didn't remember dropping it. "Oh my god," she thought, embarrassed. She ran to go get a rag. Moments later when another waitress (2) was leaving to give someone else their order, the employee door was open long enough to hear a crash, "What's going on?!" "Are you okay?" The waitress who just exited looked worried upon hearing it too. The commotion died down almost as soon as it started and the bus boy started to clean up the mess. A new waitress came to give Axel's mint tea. "We're so sorry about that. Could I get anything else started for you?" She said it looking a little concerned. Axel could hear another young lady murmuring in the shop eating a muffin, "What a klutz."</s>	<\|message\|>Axel Striphe Axel rose an eyebrow at the long chain of unfortunate events, his sapphire blue eyes glinting in slight concern for the first waitress. Pushing it through the back of his mind, the fighter glanced up at the new waitress and nodded his consent. "No worries. I'm fine for now. Thanks." He accepted the mint tea, wrapping his bandaged hands around the hot mug and taking a slow, favorable sip. He loved tea, and despite being seen as a cocky, skilled fighter in the underground, Axel often wondered what would have happened if he, instead, created a tea shop instead of a Fight Club. "Is that lady alright?" His voice was curious, and slightly concerned, and Axel glanced back down towards the staff-only door.</s>
<\|description\|>v Daniel Parton Age: 19 Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Height: 5' 8" Body Type: Average Other Information: There's no way around it, Daniel is a nerd. It doesn't help that most of his friends have moved away or gone off to collage. As a result he has fallen back to two of his pass times, video games and anime. He is a server/busser at a local deli (sandwich shop) while he saves for his own education. His parents are pushing him to go do other things as well so he has started looking at other things to go that are nearby. Learning to do new things wasn't really the issue, it was having to meet new people that was the problem.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The expressionless woman wouldn't even look at Daniel as he walked closer to her. She didn't move either. It became clearn that she really wasn't looking at anyone in particular, but rather straight ahead. But at the sound of his words, without warning, she kicked towards his stomach. She didn't appear interested with her bag at all.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: The kick just seemed to come out of nowhere. "Oof." Knocked back and stumbling Danial dropping the bag. Taking a few more stops back on his own he caught his breath. Duh, this girl was on something. Sighing softly he turned back toward the deli. Probably best to leave this to the proper authorities. "Better clear out before my manager makes a call." For all Daniel knew his words fell on deaf ears, but he wanted to give her a chance to leave on her own.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander notices Daniel get kicked into the stomach where he rushed over as to see what's going on. "Ay! What was that for?! Are you high or something?!" Xander said, looking at her in annoyance. He obviously expected a sort of attack from the woman and thus tightened his stomach and kept his arms out to the side, he awaited for the individual's response.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The woman was looking at the sky when Daniel gave his warning, it didn't seem like she heard, or cared. She then turned towards Xander and started running towards him when she heard him address her. It was clear she didn't know how to fight, she throws a punch at Xander.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander saw the woman run at her and only smirked, she seemed inexperienced enough to spare something show offy on. As she came close, Xander quickly went down in a bridge position before kicking upwards, enough force to deal a nasty injury but not knock out. Both his feet came upwards ramming up the woman's chest and into her face, knocking her backwards before he did the full backflip, coming up standing before opening his arms. "Go now....I don't want to have to hurt you..." He said as he cleaned his hands on his jeans. (In case anyone wonders, this is a Bridge, Xander merely kicked upwards and landed standing up.)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The woman was taken back by the blow. Her lip bled, maybe she bit herself when she got hit. But she did have a bruise on her jaw as well. She started wheezing from the blow to her chest. She fell sitting on her shins, holding her chest coughing a bit, arching her back fetally towards the ground. She slowly raised herself up. She looked at Xander, then at Daniel, as if she didn't have any context of what happened. Tears started to flow from her now red face. Her hands were shaking with fear. Without thinking she covered her face with her arm and started to run from where she came, leaving her zipped up duffel bag behind with Daniel.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Hearing the tussle as Daniel looked up from his phone that he was using to make a call to the cops. The girl was injured and took off running. The moment took a second to sink in before he approached and grabbed Xander's arm to try and stop him from doing anything further. "What the hell, did you just hit her? What's wrong with you?" Maybe Daniel was old fashioned, but he was always told not to hit a girl. The exception being serious harm and life or death situations. It was one of the reasons he backed off on top of not really liking the idea of fighting. The girl clearly had problems. And the bag was still there. "Great." He picks it up again and tried to work out what to do. This was a lawsuit waiting to happen. Thankfully he hadn't played a part in harming anyone. Putting some distance between himself and Xander, Daniel went back to the door. "Now you might want to clear out." Stepping inside he took the bag to the back office where they always put things that were left behind. Normally Daniel wouldn't open up things people left but this person wasn't even a customer. They might not even know where it went in the end.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update Parton The duffel bag feels like it's full of clothing upon lifting it. [Technically even if the bag is in the office, it'll now appear in your items section.] Daniel has gained the following items: Unnamed Woman's Duffel Bag</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM City Update The sun is starting to set, marking the near end of the 1st day.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee caught the sunlight out of the corner of her eyes, and she looked at her wristwatch to see what time it was. She gasped, was it that time already?! She knew now that she needed to get back to her dorm and study. She said to Sophia as she placed the book back down on the shelf, "I'm sorry, Sophia. I have to go! It was nice meeting you though! Bye!" She then walked out of the bookstore and walked towards the dorms. This was going to be a long walk...</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location As Renee started to walk back to her dorms, a black and white bellied Norwegian Forest cat ran across the busy streets. But ended up on the other side safely.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Unnamed Woman's Duffel Bag --- Things were slowing down finally. Wouldn't be long before the deli closed up shop. Everyone on hand was busy getting things cleaned so they would have less to do at the end of the day. Thankfully Daniel was not one of the ones closing. Going back to the duffel bag Daniel opened it up to see what was inside. Maybe there's an ID or something that could help identify who's this was.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee saw the cat and she was surprised to see it cross the busy street and make it to safety. She sighed in relief that the cat was alright. She thought about leaving the cat and continuing on her way, but then she realized that maybe she should check and see if the cat had a collar. She reached the crosswalk waiting for when it was safe and the crosswalk light was green, before she crossed the road, heading towards the other sidewalk.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update Parton The duffel bag was opened, it revealed a work uniform for a tea shop a few blocks down the road. There is a wallet filled with 35 dollars (three tens, and one five,) and an ID card with the woman's information. Her name was Rachael Sandra. Her ID showed her light brown hair down to her shoulders, listed that she had hazel eyes, aged 25 years old. There is nothing else in the bag. Daniel has gained the following items: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location The cat had ran straight to a turned over garbage can in front of a building. The cat had no collar and was eating out of the scraps. It heard Renee coming, and paused to look at her.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Seeing that there was no collar on the cat, Renee shook her head at herself. She thought silently to herself, thinking that she was just being silly. She turned back and started to continue her way back to the dorms.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander sighs sadly as he watches her run off, only too late did he realize his mistakes, which only further upset him. He took Flaked out of his backpack and cuddled with her as he walked along the street alone, a tear rolling down his right cheek. "This is why I have no friends.....I'm too much of a freak...if not....I look for an excuse to fight...if only Mother was here..." He said, hugging the plushie and cuddling with her before placing a kiss upon its head. He walked past a tea shop and a book store, further cuddling the plushie not really caring about anything. It was clear Xander was stressed out, he had messed up twice, he was clearly on the verge of breaking into tears again.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE After paying their bill and leaving the rapidly empting deli, Arran and Kyle split from the others and started walking home. "Urghh… I forgot to get the meat for dinner" Arran groaned, "Aunt Cass is going to kill me, I was supposed to be home early so as to cook." She was partly mad she had forgotten but mostly she wanted to try and distract Kyle from her incident earlier; he hadn't said anything in front of the others, but now they were alone there was going to be hell to pay. But instead of asking questions about earlier Kyle surprised her "You missed your appointment you know." Arran blinked in surprise, "huh?" Kyle turned, walking backwards so as to be able to walk and talk, "You missed your appointment. Your very important appointment" Arran thought about it, "Very important appointment. Uhhhh…… what?" Kyle frowned; "You never told me; I set the alarm after checking your calendar, really; I was surprised that you even had something on there." "You checked my calendar?" Arran grimaced, "why?" "You never remember anything, unless it's music, so I thought it would be best to make sure I have an alarm for you as well. Only you had about three things on your calendar one of which was my birthday, one was mum's, and the other unnamed." Kyle spun back around so he was walking next to her. They walked for a little while; tuning a few corners, and hiking up and down hills, till they finally reached Kyle's street. Wading through the overgrown grass that overlapped the path they climbed a set of worn concrete steps to a solid door with blue paint peeling to reveal a vibrant red, or maybe the red was peeling to show the blue, but really it didn't matter, the majority of the door being blue.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The sudden turn of Renee's head alerted Sophia, and the girl bolted away after apologising that she had to hurry somewhere. Sophia raised her eyebrows to that, then shouted, "Bye!" to Renee, knowing the girl wouldn't hear her. Sighing, she walked to the counter, book in hand. After paying for the book, she checked the time on her blue digital watch. It wasn't really that late, but maybe it was for Renee. As Sophia pushed the book shop's front door open after waving to the cashier, she saw a boy around her age walking past, cuddling a familiar touhou character plushie, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Flandre..." She managed to whisper, recalling the name of the character.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander kept walking until he heard someone whisper the voice of his plushie. He wiped the tear off his cheek and turned around as to meet Sophia. "Yes.....d-do you know Touhou....?" He asked, his arms still wrapped around the plushie he cuddled with. Xander seemed hopeful as to find someone who knew about Flandre and most likely other Touhou characters, it was rare enough to find people ho knew about it, at least for him.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell got up from his seat. He had been waiting for a good while too long, as it was getting late. He walked back out to the vehicle, and got in the back. "What the hell just happened in there? It was like some sort of a teen drama unfolding right before my eyes!" He let out a simple sigh, cradling his head in his hand, agitated that he was unable to get even a water. "Jeeves, let's just go home already." Jeeves started the Limousine, heading for the Ryte family mansion.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The boy suddenly turned to face her, which made Sophia raise her eyebrows, quite surprised. She didn't think that the boy would hear her. The boy wiped off his tear, then asked her about touhou. "Uhm. Oh yes, I do know of it. Well, I have not played the game however, but I have read some manga chapters, though that was some years ago, so I might not remember much of the story. I do know of some of the characters. Well, I'm pretty sure you're quite a fan, huh?" Sophia replied with a sheepish smile. She didn't quite know how to act in front of the boy, in contrast to when she faced Renee. Back then she was too excited about the book to care of she she did, but mostly she was like this, shy, in front of new people.</s>	<\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) The uniform in the bag was familiar. Daniel had visited the tea shop before even if it had been a while. Putting everything back in the bag the boy would leave it here at the office until tomorrow. As he recalled the tea shop closed around the same time the deli did. He worked in the evening so he would have ample time to get it to the tea shop. His shift was done so he ordered something for dinner in the last couple of minutes and waited for his ride. Timing it pretty well he got his food just a minute before his ride arrived. Saying goodbye to his coworkers Daniel headed to the car and was on his way home.</s>
<\|description\|>Renee Miyume Age: 18 Hair Color: Brown Eye color: Green Height: 5'4'' Body Type: Thin, but fit. Other Info: Renee used to live with both of her parents, and she is an only child. On the surface, her family seems normal, and quite happy. However, she moved away after graduating from high school, and is about to head into the college that her parents wanted her to attend. Her parents were, to say the least: tiger parents. She was always told what to do and was punished if she didn't achieve that goal that was set for her, her successes were always placed on the wall for everyone to see. She always wanted to become a writer, or an artist, but her parents didn't allow her to pursue her passions and told her that she had to succeed or else she would not only be a disgrace, but she wouldn't survive in the real world. Her only escape from that pressure was anime and video games. She wasn't allowed to hang out with any friends she made or to have a social life in general. Along with going to college, she managed to get herself a job at the pet store. She is academically smart but she when it comes to talking to people she can be a bit awkward.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee snapped back to reality as soon as she heard another voice address her. She jumped lightly from being startled, and she couldn't help but be slightly embarrassed. She smiled at the girl and answered the girl with a smile, finding a little difficult to speak, "Oh, y-yes..." What was she supposed to say next? She wasn't good with talking casually to others. She blurted out, "The situation escalated quickly for the first chapter, but that does make a very good hook!" She wanted punch herself in the face for saying something so stupid, but she didn't show or say anything of that sort in front of the girl. Renee figured that the girl probably thinks of her as a weirdo now...</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart Stella Blackhart As the girl change into her uniform, her Iphone ring. She then take the Iphone, and 6 Unread Message Subject: Hello \| From: [email protected] Subject: i wnt to be like u \| From: [email protected] Subject: I'm going to find you. \| From: [email protected] Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] Subject: Thanks \| From: [email protected] Subject: Upcoming Tech \| From: [email protected] 'So many spam.' She proceed to delete all the three message, and leave three message. Subject: Hello \| From: [email protected] Subject: Thanks \| From: [email protected] Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] She open the first message from [email protected] (EDIT: Sorry didn't see that one)</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- He took the water and thanked Daniel before bringing it up to his mouth and tilting the cup slightly. The delicious ice cold water fell down his throat, refreshing him before he put the cup back on the table. He then looked at his plushie once more before proceeding to hug it in public, it was clear that he was lonely, and his acts at school along with his usual plushie hugging did NOT help him befriend others. He calmy awaited for his sandwich, cuddling Flandre meanwhile.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: Hello \| From: [email protected] >>>Hey, S. There's something fishy going on in the LSS (Last Standing Server). I know, a lot of stupid myths like Bigfoot and other conspiracy theories stem from there, but there's a user that we can't track. No IP, no nothing. The single information he posted is rather odd. We're sending a small group to see if it's a prank. I'll keep you updated if you're interested.</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart Stella Blackhart From: [email protected] Subject: Hello >>>Hey, S. There's something fishy going on in the LSS (Last Standing Server). I know, a lot of stupid myths like Bigfoot and other conspiracy theories stem from there, but there's a user that we can't track. No IP, no nothing. The single information he posted is rather odd. We're sending a small group to see if it's a prank. I'll keep you updated if you're interested. 'Interesting.' She checked her Iphone while walking to her school. To: [email protected] Subject: I'm interested. Give me more detail. Send... She then proceed to read another message, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Finally.. School was out. Maxwell waved off the group of girls that stuck around him after school. Though, he did promise to go out with some girl named Samantha on Saturday. As he was walking towards the limo parked in front of the school, his phone vibrated in his pocket. A text message, from his parents. He gritted his teeth angrily as he read it. "Maxwell, we would like you to go to a local deli, Charlotte's Deli, and set up some sort of positive relations with the owner. We are discussing the viability of buying the establishment, and converting it into a restaurant chain. Jeeves has been directed to drive you there after school, so, just go with it." Maxwell was infuriated by the message, though, it was a bad idea to get angry in public. He shoved the phone in his pocket, and got into the limousine. Jeeves closed the door, and walked back to the front, sat down, and began to drive. "Just my luck." Max muttered under his breath.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Repeating the drink order back as he wrote it. "One lemonade, two milks, and a coffee. Would you like creamer with that?" He glanced and noticed the one in the hoodie. He was about to greet him but it appeared that he wanted to left alone. It looked like he was headed to the bathroom. Not that unusual. There was the occasional person that just came in to go. Dropping that the brief distraction was over and he waited for the answer from Arran.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: Thanks \| From: [email protected] >>>I had some backups delete all traces of the e-mail you just sent-- you know the one. Or at least, we tried. You can never tell with the internet. We still have the document though but we'll have to attack them later because they knew we were coming. Unfortunately we might even have to redo that program by then. Please don't put in the subject header obvious keywords like that again. The big man upstairs has an easier time finding us that way.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ummm……" Arran looked at the boy, "Sure I guess" Before Luke pulled her attention away saying something along the lines of; "Arran, hey Arran, did you get me a coffee? When can we record the piano part? Do you think it will sound good? I'm hungry, can we get some food?" Arran grinned, "Yes, no, tomorrow, probably, maybe." And Luke looking a little puzzled sat down to work out what she had meant. Glancing round the shop Arran saw a boy cuddling what to her looked like a doll. This intrigued her, most boys wouldn't do that, and certainly not in public. The boy himself looked kinda young, round her age, with black hair and dark eyes she could just see. The boy looked lonely, Arran knew that expression well, it was similar to the one she often used to wear. Excusing herself from the table, Arran wove through the shop, before pulling out a chair and plopping down opposite the doll-cuddling boy. "Pardon the intrusion," she said before she'd even finished sitting down, "It's just that lot," she gestured to her group of three, "are idiots, and you looked kinda lonely." She leaned her chin on her hands and her elbows on the table."I'm Arran by the way."</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander looked at the girl sit in front of her where his face turned immediately red as he was caught, in a more "direct" way, cuddling his plushie. He pushed Flandre a bit to the side before speaking to her, a bit shy after being caught cuddling his doll. "Oh...hello...Arran...I'm Xander..." He said, his eyes trailing away from her a bit. "Haven't I seen you before, in school I mean? I'm guessing youre in a band..?" He asked, his eyes wandering off a bit more as to look for Daniel with his sandwich before looking back at the girl. He was still red, as his "sessions" had never been interrupted by anyone, lest he was attracting attention for a fight. He supported his head with his left hand, his arm up with the elbow supporting the arm as to support his head. His right hand always seemed to trail off towards Flandre, which he stroked the doll's dress or hair whilst talking. He made no comment about implying his lonliness, despite it being true. (Flandre Plushie he's cuddling)</s> <\|message\|>v Arran took off after that slightly amusing response to her colleague. After a chuckle Daniel handed everyone at the table menus with one extra where Arran had been sittinf. "I'll be right back with your drinks." Heading back and behind the counter he first checked when the last pot of coffee was made. It was this morning so he started a new brew, making a mental note to inform the table. Pouring all the other drinks he picked them all up without a tray and headed back. " Here we are. And the coffee will be ready in a couple minutes. I just started a new pot." Not knowing who wanted what he had pretty much placed all the drinks in the middle for them to sort out. His attention was drawn to the back window as an order was called out. Making a B-line back he pulled it down, checked the food to make sure it was correct, and took it out. Making a round he dropped off the orders he had before coming back to Xander's table with his sandwich. "Here we are. The Italian. May I get you anything else?"</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran grinned slightly as Xander turned red and tried not look at her. At the question about school though Arran laughed outright, "Nope, I don't go to school, haven't for threeish years so if you've seen me it's been with those idiots or wandering round the city… Although I guess you could have seen one of our few videos?" She gestured at the boys replaying the song yet again, how many times could they listen to that thing anyway? "Yes we are a band, although not a very famous one, we do music videos and post them online, but we've never done something live unless you count a talent show back when we were six." She was watching Xander; even though he had been embarrassed, probably about being caught cuddling that doll, his hand still strayed to touch it. Her curiosity catching up to her Arran nodded at the doll and said; "Please excuse my sounding like and imbecile; but who is that, and what is she from?" but before Xander could say anything the boy who was serving laid a plate with a sandwich in front of Xander and asked him if he wanted anything else. With a sudden thought Arran quickly said, "Have you served my noisy lot their drinks?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart sigh The girl moved her finger slowly, and replying the text, To : [email protected] Subject : none We'll atk them tmmrow. I'm busy now. Send... The girl then proceed to read her third e-mail, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] >>>Investors are diving into the new world era. Holographic technology is the wave of the future! Find out which company to invest in with one easy payment of $100 or 20 easy payments of $10, or 2 bitcoin! That money will be just a penny in comparison if you find which investor to place your future in!</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart "Spam." She deleted the mail. She arrived at school. "Stella...!!" A young girl called the long haired girl. "Noel...!!!" Stella replied her greetings. Stella face filled with smile and laugh. The girl, known as Noel approached Stella and started gossiping about her boyfriend. The long-haired hacker can only laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel, "Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth. He resumed conversation with Arran, "Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress. "Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said. He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.</s>	<\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention. She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"</s>
<\|description\|>Arran White Age: 16 Hair Color: Red with blackish tips Eye Color: Purple-blue Height: 5'10" Body Type: Boy like, Toned (sorta). (Arran is a girl) Other Information: While Arran is a girl, she is often mistaken as a boy, and glad for it; she hates having to be defined as a girl. The only thing defining Arran as a girl is the tiny little fact that she is one. Other than that she walks like a boy, talks like a boy, basically almost is a boy. She loves music and is the vocalist; Raz, for the rising Internet band: Night. Night is referred to as a band of boys, but none of them have ever actually admitted to Night being only boys. Arran lives on the couch of her band mates, having no home to go back to, at least none that will let her in anyway. She helps with cooking and cleaning, and doesn't go to school, but rather spends her days wandering the city, or reading at the library, pretty much always listening to music. She herself doesn't write many songs, certainly not ones she'd let anyone else hear. Arran has a shot fuse and quick temper, but is also rather sensitive; her mood balancing dangerously between wild and super agro, and, drowning and depressed. Arran can fight, but not amazingly well, she is strong, fast and kind of agile, so she is competent at fighting, but would like to get better.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Waitress 2 Striphe's location. "Oh, ya, I'm sure she's fine. She was probably low on blood sugar or something." The waitress smiled, "Let me know if you need anything else, hun, I'll be your server now." She went off to check on the other customer's orders. Behind the employee doors the waitress who nearly fell over was went home to get some rest. She took the back door, as it was apparent that she never showed up again, and other waiters and waitresses greeted the customers she was attending. They told them that she had gone home, and that they would be serving them now. Business continued to run as normal. GM No longer controls -Unnamed Waitress 1, Unnamed Waitress 2</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Come on, I can make it. Arran willed herself to hit that high note. All right, fine, it wasn't that high; just higher than Arran could sing normally, but she had discussed it with the others and this song just had to have a high note there. Hitting the note, YES!, Arran finished up the song. Playing it back she grinned, happy as a sandboy. Saving the file she emailed it to the boys and, after gathering her stuff and switching the equipment off, left the recording studio. Blinking in the bright sunlight, Arran started off down the street, humming the tune to their latest song. Today was a wandering day, she was going to stroll along in almost too hot sunshine, and find somewhere that was hopefully interesting to stop, maybe have a bite to eat, or read a book, probably stopping by the supermarket on the way home, so that they could have Sheppard's pie for dinner tonight. Strolling past Kyle's, the drummer, school Arran suddenly remembered that they had agreed to meet up somewhere round here, just where was it? Sighing Arran leaned on the wall next to the gate, and checked her watch; five minutes till school ended, she could wait that long. Probably. Sliding down to sit, Arran watched people hurry by, late for something most likely, trying far too hard in a world that couldn't care less. Arran knew she shouldn't keep thinking like this, but downward spirals were so easy to start and really, really hard to stop.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: When Xander entered Daniel greeted him from across the room where he was tending another table. "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli. I'll be right with you." He excused himself from the conversation. Oh his way over he spotted that Xander didn't have a menu. Detouring slightly to pick one up he brought it over. "How are you doing today? Could I get you started with a drink?" Daniel said as he offered the menu. He noticed the plushie but didn't give any sign that he had, partly because he didn't recognize what it was from. Not everyone liked when you point something out. Better to let them bring it up.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- "Oh, thank you." Xander said, taking the menu in his hands. When asked for a drink he looked up in thought for a few seconds before saying, "Just a glass of water please, and forgive the awkward question, but do you have a drink that's...eh...blood coloured? Might as well keep going with the mood with Flandre here." He said with a shrug, using his head as to point at the plushie. He began to look over through the menu as to find something he'd like. "What do you suggest from the menu, that's meaty, of course?" He asked tilting his head at Daniel.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Glass of water and something red. A slightly odd request. "The only drink we have that is red is Hi-C." He wrote that down real quick and turned back toward the menu that was above the counter across the way. He already knew most of it by now, but it was still something he did when he was trying to decide what he would pick. "well let's see." Given the criteria he turned back once he had some choices in mind. "There are actually quite a few. I usually prefer the hot sandwiches myself. If you want a lot of meat then the New Yorker is a good option. Pastrami, corned beef, swiss, and spicy brown mustard on rye. There's also the BLT which is also a pretty simple choice" He pointed then one out on the menu. "If that's a little plain for you there is also the Italian. Ham, salami, provolone, bell peppers, and black olives, lettuce, red onion, and tomato on a baguette." Again he pointed it out. "It's also hard to go wrong with the Club if you want a cold sandwich. Ham, turkey, bacon, cheddar, swiss, mayo, honey mustard, lettuce, and tomato on sliced wheat. If there is anything there that you don't want we can make it without as wll. And if all else fails there is the build your own where you would pick what you want. Choose a bread, meat, cheese, and any of the other toppings." It was clear he had gone through this routine many times because he went from one sandwich to the next without missing a beat. "I can go get your drink while you think about it if you'd like. I'm running around constantly so you can just flag me down." (For simplicity I'll mainly use items from the McAlister's Deli menu as I already know a lot of those)</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran dodged out the way of the stampede of kids around her age rushing out of the school gates. Spotting Kyle she ducked and dodged through the mass of bodies until she caught up to him, grabbing onto his arm to avoid getting swept away with the tide. Kyle spun round, caught sight of Arran, holding onto his arm for dear life, and pulled her out of the crowd. "Arran! Why aren't you at the shop? I specifically suggested going to a shop, so as to avoid this mess." Arran blinked, frowning. "I forgot," she muttered in a small voice. "So why didn't you text me?" Kyle asked. "I forgot." Arran said again. Kyle threw his hands in the air, "Oh, come on, you forgot to text me?" "No" Arran stated matter-of-factly "I forgot my phone, it's on your desk. Charging, I think." Rolling his eyes Kyle pulled Arran down the street, to a shop, a deli according to the sign. Sitting down at a table at the back Arran looked at Kyle, "And we are meting here, why?" "Ben suggested this place, he said it was good." Kyle answered. Ben was the guitarist for Night; Kyle the drummer, another boy, called Luke, was the bass/pianist, and Arran the vocalist. "I sure hope Ben's the one paying then, cause I'd rather have gotten a coffee and sat in the park." Arran grumbled, playing with the frayed hem of her shirtsleeve, "I finished recording that song, by the way." Kyle looked up, "you got it here?" he asked enthusiastically. "Nope." Arran admitted not looking up, "I forgot" "Uh huh." Kyle huffed, having obviously been looking forward to hearing it. "Yo, wassup?" said a voice from behind them. Arran and Kyle swiveled round to see a familiar freckled face, grinning at them, "Ben not here yet? Ah well, we can wait. You finish that song yet? Cause I want to hear it, oh please say you finished it. Hey Kyle. Ohhh… what do we want to eat? Or drink? I want a coffee, do you think they sell coffee?" "Neither you nor Arran need a coffee." Kyle patted the chair next to him, "So sit down, now." "Yes sir." Luke sat his hyperactive but down, and then popped straight back up again; "I see Ben, be back in a tick" He dashed for the door, dodging tables, chairs, and people. "Oh god." Kyle sighed. "How did he ever have the patience to learn instruments?" Arran asked watching Ben's blond hair, meet with the dark streak that was Luke, and then weave their way over to the table. "Hey Kyle, Arran." Ben nodded and took Luke's empty chair, Luke in the mean time, reigned in his energy long enough to sit down, with out springing up like a jack-in-the-box. "Soooooo…… Did you finish the song?" Ben enquired, "I've got my computer if you want to have a listen." "Uhhh…… I don't have the song." Arran muttered, and then defensively; "But I did email it to you guys" Ben smiled, "good thing I checked my emails before I came then isn't it?" He pulled out his shiny new Mac-book Pro and flipped over to itunes, turning the volume down and plugging in a four-way headphone splitter, then after everyone had plugged in their headphones, he started the song.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Ear --- "The Italian will do, and just a glass of water will as well." He said before looking back at his plushie. He picked her up and began to stroke her hair and hat, it was quite noticable he enjoyed his expensive plushie and basically loved it as well. He kept on staring at it for minutes on end before turning his eyes to look at the musician entering the Deli, where he curiously watched Kyle sit down next to the other band members. Xander never really took part in any school activites so he had little idea of whom they were. He watched the few talk for a minute before shrugging it off and going back to his plushie. He took out his earbuds and plugged them into his phone before scrolling through his music playlist and selecting, 'U.N Owen was her?' which was of course, Flandre's theme. He only continued to look and admire the doll, quite content with it as he shrugged off anyone who looked at him weirdly. He continued to wait for his sandwich and drink.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Hoodie Stranger 1 Parton's Deli A male who hid his identity with a black hoodie and loose fitting jeans walked into the deli. It wasn't out of the ordinary and everyone minded their own business when he walked in. He walked with purpose, hands in his pockets, and his head down. No one could really see his face clearly. However, instead of sitting down to order food, he went straight for the men's bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE The boys had listened to the song five times and were about to start a sixth round. Arran groaned and raised her hand for service. The song was good and all but having been practicing it for the last few weeks she really didn't need to hear it again. The boys were debating what to do for a music video, Luke practically jumping up and down in his seat, Kyle was right, there was no way he needed a coffee, but that wouldn't stop him from ordering one. Arran decided right then that there was no way in hell she was walking home with Luke if she could avoid it.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Pactor: Nodding Daniel wrote the Italian down as well. "I'll be right back with your drink." As expected it was getting busy. Switching into high gear he went to the counter and quickly got Xander his water. An order was ready and he grabbed the full tray at the same time. Maneuvering around people and rotating around to keep balance he held the tray up with on hand and set the glass of water down with the other. Delivering the food he moved on to the band's table. He waited for them to be done listening to what he could only assume was a song. "What can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart Stella Blackhart Room filled with cable and monitor, a girl sat in front of the monitor. Both hand typing in keyboard fastly. With all the windows shut, light turned off, the only light source she had come from her many flashing monitor. The girl suddenly stopped typing, pulling a stick of pocky and eat it slowly. She then take the Iphone she charge in her left and typing something, while eating her pocky. To : [email protected] Sub : Pswrd CIA go Attachment : Pass.txt I'm finished. I attch the passwrd, Now it's all up to you to leak the doc. Gtg to school. GL. Send... After sending the mail, she proceed to turn off all the monitor. 'I should hit the showers, i need to relax now.' she thought to herself. She then gone to bathroom. Hot water flowing from the showers, she washes her long black hair and her slender body. 'Ugh my shoulder feels so stiff.' It's normal for her, because she's like operating the computer for 8 hours only to get all the requested password. She turn off the shower, take a towel and drying her wet body. Finishing her bath, she proceed to wear her uniform and gone to school.</s>	<\|message\|>Arran White "Don't mind them" Arran gestured at the boys still plugged into the computer, "They'll be listening to that for a while. Repetitively too. As for drinks, umm… One lemonade, one milk, and two coffees." She then bashed Luke gently round the head to shut him up; he was busy humming his piano part, rather loudly. "Actually make that two milks and one coffee; there is no way I'm letting him get any more hyper." She then grinned at the boy, "Sorry if their making too much noise, let me know if they do and I'll shut them up."</s>
<\|description\|>Arran White Age: 16 Hair Color: Red with blackish tips Eye Color: Purple-blue Height: 5'10" Body Type: Boy like, Toned (sorta). (Arran is a girl) Other Information: While Arran is a girl, she is often mistaken as a boy, and glad for it; she hates having to be defined as a girl. The only thing defining Arran as a girl is the tiny little fact that she is one. Other than that she walks like a boy, talks like a boy, basically almost is a boy. She loves music and is the vocalist; Raz, for the rising Internet band: Night. Night is referred to as a band of boys, but none of them have ever actually admitted to Night being only boys. Arran lives on the couch of her band mates, having no home to go back to, at least none that will let her in anyway. She helps with cooking and cleaning, and doesn't go to school, but rather spends her days wandering the city, or reading at the library, pretty much always listening to music. She herself doesn't write many songs, certainly not ones she'd let anyone else hear. Arran has a shot fuse and quick temper, but is also rather sensitive; her mood balancing dangerously between wild and super agro, and, drowning and depressed. Arran can fight, but not amazingly well, she is strong, fast and kind of agile, so she is competent at fighting, but would like to get better.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: Thanks \| From: [email protected] >>>I had some backups delete all traces of the e-mail you just sent-- you know the one. Or at least, we tried. You can never tell with the internet. We still have the document though but we'll have to attack them later because they knew we were coming. Unfortunately we might even have to redo that program by then. Please don't put in the subject header obvious keywords like that again. The big man upstairs has an easier time finding us that way.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ummm……" Arran looked at the boy, "Sure I guess" Before Luke pulled her attention away saying something along the lines of; "Arran, hey Arran, did you get me a coffee? When can we record the piano part? Do you think it will sound good? I'm hungry, can we get some food?" Arran grinned, "Yes, no, tomorrow, probably, maybe." And Luke looking a little puzzled sat down to work out what she had meant. Glancing round the shop Arran saw a boy cuddling what to her looked like a doll. This intrigued her, most boys wouldn't do that, and certainly not in public. The boy himself looked kinda young, round her age, with black hair and dark eyes she could just see. The boy looked lonely, Arran knew that expression well, it was similar to the one she often used to wear. Excusing herself from the table, Arran wove through the shop, before pulling out a chair and plopping down opposite the doll-cuddling boy. "Pardon the intrusion," she said before she'd even finished sitting down, "It's just that lot," she gestured to her group of three, "are idiots, and you looked kinda lonely." She leaned her chin on her hands and her elbows on the table."I'm Arran by the way."</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander looked at the girl sit in front of her where his face turned immediately red as he was caught, in a more "direct" way, cuddling his plushie. He pushed Flandre a bit to the side before speaking to her, a bit shy after being caught cuddling his doll. "Oh...hello...Arran...I'm Xander..." He said, his eyes trailing away from her a bit. "Haven't I seen you before, in school I mean? I'm guessing youre in a band..?" He asked, his eyes wandering off a bit more as to look for Daniel with his sandwich before looking back at the girl. He was still red, as his "sessions" had never been interrupted by anyone, lest he was attracting attention for a fight. He supported his head with his left hand, his arm up with the elbow supporting the arm as to support his head. His right hand always seemed to trail off towards Flandre, which he stroked the doll's dress or hair whilst talking. He made no comment about implying his lonliness, despite it being true. (Flandre Plushie he's cuddling)</s> <\|message\|>v Arran took off after that slightly amusing response to her colleague. After a chuckle Daniel handed everyone at the table menus with one extra where Arran had been sittinf. "I'll be right back with your drinks." Heading back and behind the counter he first checked when the last pot of coffee was made. It was this morning so he started a new brew, making a mental note to inform the table. Pouring all the other drinks he picked them all up without a tray and headed back. " Here we are. And the coffee will be ready in a couple minutes. I just started a new pot." Not knowing who wanted what he had pretty much placed all the drinks in the middle for them to sort out. His attention was drawn to the back window as an order was called out. Making a B-line back he pulled it down, checked the food to make sure it was correct, and took it out. Making a round he dropped off the orders he had before coming back to Xander's table with his sandwich. "Here we are. The Italian. May I get you anything else?"</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran grinned slightly as Xander turned red and tried not look at her. At the question about school though Arran laughed outright, "Nope, I don't go to school, haven't for threeish years so if you've seen me it's been with those idiots or wandering round the city… Although I guess you could have seen one of our few videos?" She gestured at the boys replaying the song yet again, how many times could they listen to that thing anyway? "Yes we are a band, although not a very famous one, we do music videos and post them online, but we've never done something live unless you count a talent show back when we were six." She was watching Xander; even though he had been embarrassed, probably about being caught cuddling that doll, his hand still strayed to touch it. Her curiosity catching up to her Arran nodded at the doll and said; "Please excuse my sounding like and imbecile; but who is that, and what is she from?" but before Xander could say anything the boy who was serving laid a plate with a sandwich in front of Xander and asked him if he wanted anything else. With a sudden thought Arran quickly said, "Have you served my noisy lot their drinks?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart sigh The girl moved her finger slowly, and replying the text, To : [email protected] Subject : none We'll atk them tmmrow. I'm busy now. Send... The girl then proceed to read her third e-mail, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] >>>Investors are diving into the new world era. Holographic technology is the wave of the future! Find out which company to invest in with one easy payment of $100 or 20 easy payments of $10, or 2 bitcoin! That money will be just a penny in comparison if you find which investor to place your future in!</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart "Spam." She deleted the mail. She arrived at school. "Stella...!!" A young girl called the long haired girl. "Noel...!!!" Stella replied her greetings. Stella face filled with smile and laugh. The girl, known as Noel approached Stella and started gossiping about her boyfriend. The long-haired hacker can only laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel, "Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth. He resumed conversation with Arran, "Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress. "Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said. He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention. She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Nodding to Arran's question. "Everything but the coffee. I needed to put on a new pot." Another order was in the window. "Please excuse me." He headed back and continued moving and taking orders. He wasn't the only one on the job, but the influx of people meant that they were all busy. He greeted people as they walked in and talked with s few of the regulars where he could. Sometimes he wished that the deli wasn't located in such a busy area. But of the flip side if it weren't then it could be boring and would not be nearly as fun and he wouldn't get the same amount of hours. For sure there were days where he'd rather stay home and kill time. He'd gone back to watch the old episodes of Sailor Moon. That was his usual MO. Watching things way after other had seen them. There were a few current shows he kept up with but most he just missed completely.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.</s> <\|message\|>v "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli." Daniel called out as Maxwell entered. "I'll be right with you." Taking dishes back to the busing station in the back he washed and dried his hands before heading back out and over to the newest guest. "Alrighty, what can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander repeated about what he said, who Flandre was and where she came from. "She's my fourth favorite character from the franchise." He says, before picking up Flandre again and petting the doll's head with his clean hand. He left her on his lap, using his other hand to eat his sandwich and drink his water. Though, his eyes shot towards the new person in the Deli, he seemed to bear his teeth upon sight of this fellow. Xander didn't like that type of person, at all, he could tell by how they walked, acted, and dressed. He eventually turned his gaze back to Arran and continued to pet his plushie.</s>	<\|message\|>Arran White Arran listened to Xander smiling slightly. "Mhim, I can see that" she said, smiling outright. "Personally I don't think I'd be brave enough to cuddle one of those in public, if I had one to cuddle." Arran thought about it for a second, "Well I do have my teddy, but to cuddle him I'd have to have him." She frowned for a second, remembering her teddy flung haphazardly across a half-made bed. "Wait… did you say fourth? Than who's the first three? Not that I'd know them if you told me, but I still wanna know!" She perked up there, grinning again; anything to stop the calling spiral into despair, and if there was any day she had to keep floating, it was today. When someone walked into the deli Xander had bared his teeth, not the most obvious gesture but one Arran had picked up anyway. Glancing at the boy who had just walked in, and was looking at his phone, Arran noticed he seemed rich, the sort of rich Arran had lived amongst before, the sort of rich Ben was, the sort of rich that for the most part she hated bitterly. Scrunching up her face Arran could feel the anger building, bubbling up inside, rising, and taking over, an explosion primed to blow. She had to squash it; she had to squash it now. Normally she dispersed her anger or despair with music, loud and fast, the words painting how she felt in bright colours on her heart. Taking a deep breath Arran reined in her anger, calming down, reminding herself that here and now was not the time, and anyway; as far as she knew the boy who'd just walked in wasn't like the rest, it was always a possibility.</s>
<\|description\|>Arran White Age: 16 Hair Color: Red with blackish tips Eye Color: Purple-blue Height: 5'10" Body Type: Boy like, Toned (sorta). (Arran is a girl) Other Information: While Arran is a girl, she is often mistaken as a boy, and glad for it; she hates having to be defined as a girl. The only thing defining Arran as a girl is the tiny little fact that she is one. Other than that she walks like a boy, talks like a boy, basically almost is a boy. She loves music and is the vocalist; Raz, for the rising Internet band: Night. Night is referred to as a band of boys, but none of them have ever actually admitted to Night being only boys. Arran lives on the couch of her band mates, having no home to go back to, at least none that will let her in anyway. She helps with cooking and cleaning, and doesn't go to school, but rather spends her days wandering the city, or reading at the library, pretty much always listening to music. She herself doesn't write many songs, certainly not ones she'd let anyone else hear. Arran has a shot fuse and quick temper, but is also rather sensitive; her mood balancing dangerously between wild and super agro, and, drowning and depressed. Arran can fight, but not amazingly well, she is strong, fast and kind of agile, so she is competent at fighting, but would like to get better.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell put down his phone and looked towards Daniel. "Oh, I'll just have a water, please." Maxwell caught some weirdos staring at him a bit, though he was used to this. Who didn't want to look at the best guy in the room? Though, Jeeves usually watches for any "unwanted attention" from a distance.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "H-hey, w-wait!" Xander said as he reached out his arm as to try and stop her, but failed to do so. Xander only looked upset as he saw her go ofg, before picking up his backpack and Flandre and sadly heading out the door. He went into the alley next to the deli and saw an emoty trash can which he kicked strongly, sending it flying against the Deli's wall with a 'clang!' He yelled out loudly, overflowing with amger, "BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA! I'M AN IDIOT! MY ONE CHANCE AT A FRIEND AND I BLEW IT DUE TO MY STUPIDITY!" He only yelled out again, kicking the empty trash can once more before slamming his back against his wall and covering his face with both hands as he, perhaps expected, began to cry. He moved his hands down from his face and cuddled Flandre as to try and ease his emotional pain. "I f**king blew it....I could have had a friend...and I blew it.." He said, crying softly, exasperated with his lonliness.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Fantastic; her life was just one long melodrama, friggin fantastic. Arran watched tears roll down her face. Tears of anger, rage, hate, but also of loneliness. She wasn't what you might call pretty, far too much like a boy for that, but with her face scrunched up and tears flowing free, it could only really be called ugly. Wiping her hand across her face, Arran grimaced, she had to get it together, this was a public bathroom, and if there was one thing Arran hated, more than spiders, enclosed spaces, and seeing herself cry, it was someone else seeing her crying. It not only made her look weak, but she felt it as well. … Calming down, her anger abating, Arran splashed some water on her face, thankful that no one else had entered the bathroom. Coughing slightly, she gasped for air, her eyes widening in panic as she got none. She was coughing violently, pushing all the air out of her lungs, and so her body, desperately needing air, gasped for it, but to busy coughing to take any in. Closing her eyes she kept trying to breathe. It'll stop soon, five… four… three… two… one Sucking in air, Arran started coughing again, hacking up blood that splattered across herself the sink and the mirror. There wasn't much really but it had sprayed everywhere, making it look like there was more then there actually was. Gasping and spluttering, she coughed again, spitting out another mouthful of blood.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee nodded in response to Sophia's question and she answered, with a sweat drop on her head, "Yeah, it is my first time here," She then commented "Never really did a lot of shopping in my spare time," She looked at the clock on the wall, as she wondered as to what time it was. Her mind echoed her parents derogatory words about wasting time, and the guilt that came with them swelled once again.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Gasping Arran focused on her breathing, nothing else, just her breathing, in… hold… out… hold… in… hold… out… When her breathing was back to normal, with just the occasional wheeze, Arran blinked and looked around. The coughing that came after she got herself worked up, or after exerting herself too much; that was normal, normal for her at least. But the blood, …that was new. Grabbing a fistful of toilet paper, Arran wiped up the blood, flushing the bloody paper down the loo. Grimacing she looked in the mirror, really all she wanted to do was lock herself in here and never come out, but the realistic side of her knew that that couldn't happen. She tried to clean herself up best she could but the blood wasn't gonna come out of her shirt without soaking it in cold water, something she wasn't going to do here. She could ditch it of course, her shirt, it wasn't like she wasn't wearing anything underneath but her shirt was the only thing she had with long arms, and there was no way she was taking that off. She'd just have to hope no one paid her enough attention to see the splattering of blood across her front. There wasn't a lot of it, but still enough to possibly attract unwanted attention.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: "I'll be right back with your water." Off to get the water his attention was drawn by Xander and Arran's unceremonious end to their conversation. One went off to the bathrooms while the other exited the deli altogether. "Excuse me, you need to..." He didn't get the chance to finish the sentence before the boy left. "Great." Glancing back at the counter the manager motioned him to continue on. Deli Manager: Having sent Daniel back to work the manager stepped outside and looked back and forth for where Xander had gone. It turned out to be easier than expected as he was making a racket in the nearby alley. Coming around the corner Xander was apparently taking out his anger on the trash cans. The man of course had no time for this and addressed the situation. "Excuse me young mam. You left without paying."</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location There was a young woman at an adjacent corner of the alley way from Daniel and Xander. She had been staring at the sky mindlessly and for a reason even she didn't understand. The kicking of trash cans and yelling from Xander disturbed her. She stood up, and started to hobble towards the noises. She found where Daniel and Xander was and stood at the very end of the alley. She moved as if she wasn't entirely there, possibly drunk. Her eyes traced the two figures, as she was leaned a but forward. She let her two arms fall by gravity's whim in front of her, completely relaxed. Her face was emotionless. A bag that was strapped around her shoulder fell to the ground next to her. Her clothing was plain, a sweater, shorts, and sneakers. She wasn't blinking, not once.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) A soft phhsst sound was made in one of the stalls. No, it wasn't a toilet, but rather, it sounded more like a small release of steam. A young woman was heard from one of the stalls making a sigh. She stepped out of the stall, with a metalic syringe in hand. There were a lot of illegal drugs in Trip City circulating in underground gangs, raves, or otherwise. From what the woman could hear in the stall and what she could gather from the appearance of Arran she was confident in the fact that she wasn't hinding the drugs. "Don't tell anyone," she winked, as if she was going to say that she wouldn't tell anyone about the blood, in return about her drug usage. She took off her black and blue Techneo Nekeo hoodie, which was a popular mascot character for rave attire in the city and held it up to Arran. "You look awful, here, take it. Besides, it looks better than what you're wearing," She was trying to be nice, but tough at the same time. One of her eyes started to dialate, just once, as a side affect of the recent shot. The girl had a streak of blue in her short A-cut black hair, light blue eyes. She wore all black, minus her blue conbat boots. The hoodie had a blue streak running down the sleeves, it zipped in the front with two side pockets, and blue cat ears on the hood.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran swore softly under her breath, she hadn't noticed there was anyone else there, to preoccupied with whatever was in her head at that time. Or down her front, Arran thought glancing at the splatters of blood on her ripped shirt. The girl had come out of one of the stalls, the farthest one from Arran. When asked not to tell, Arran had just nodded, really it was none of her business, and if it kept the other girl from mentioning the blood all the better, the fact others would be able to see it was something Arran couldn't do anything about; until of course the girl offered her hoodie, a nice looking one with …ears? Awesome. But Arran was a little hesitant, why? Why would she be offered a nice hoodie like that just cause she looked awful? But really, did she have much choice? On the one hand she could go out as she was, blood all down her front, if she was lucky no one would notice it; not likely. She could ditch her shirt, or fold it up so the blood wasn't visible but with nothing to cover her arms, that wasn't going to happen. And last, but in no way least; she could take up the offer of the hoodie, hiding the blood and her arms all in one go. This all went through her head in a few seconds, and then something else pressed against her thoughts, "If I borrow it, how would you get it back?" Arran couldn't think that anyone would just give that sort of hoodie away for nothing.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) The unnamed female took out a sticker out of her pocket. It was a very colorful sticker with black silhouettes dancing indicating a rave party. The text on the sticker said, 'Hell-vitica' and the approximate location where the rave would be held. She put it into one of the hoodie's pocket. "There's a rave in two days, you could meet me there, besides, the first one is always free." She winked at Arran.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ok. Sound good." Arran smiled. "I'll meet you there then." She stripped off her shirt, no point in getting blood on the inside of the hoodie, revealing a camo army singlet, pale skin, and a row of faint white scars down one arm, with one or two an ugly red colour, raised and swollen; only a few days old. Running her finger tenderly across one, Arran looked at the other girl to see her reaction.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) The college student smiled in a grin, slightly trying to not smile fully. Before Arran continued, the student put her hand gently on Arran's shoulder, as she was walking past. She tossed the hoodie onto the counter and removed her hand as she walked past Arran and towards the exit. She turned her head back and waved, giving Arran some space, saying, "I'm sure I'll see you again soon." Her last expression was another held back smile as she exited the room.</s>	<\|message\|>Arran White Shaking her head, totally bewildered, Arran pulled on the hoodie, covering the scars, and folded her shirt so no blood was visible. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and slipped out of the bathroom. Glancing around she noticed Xander had left his table and felt a little stab of guilt, that wasn't cause of her, was it? But she brushed the thought aside, this world didn't revolve around her, much as she might wish that was the case, and also if she started feeling guilt, she'd start sliding downhill again, which was something she really needed not to do. Weaving between the tables Arran headed back to her group, they would probably wonder where she had gone, that is if they had stopped listening to that infernal song long enough to think. Kyle would have noticed of course, whether he was listening to the song or not, but Kyle would notice what happened to her, even if a bomb blew up right under his nose. Sure enough when she reached their table Luke was bouncing off the walls, Ben contemplating something, and Kyle was watching her, but at least they had stopped that song. "Are you OK?" Kyle asked softly, "And where did you get that jumper?" Arran sighed, slid into her chair, and covered her face, "It's nothing I'm just borrowing it. And I'm fine. Really" she added when Kyle glared at her. "Good" he said "Cause I'd hate for you to upset mum." Arran slouched down in her chair, "Aunt Cass will be fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine." "That's an awful lot of fines for someone with blood on their face." Kyle stated. Arran just looked at him, sure she'd wiped it all off. "Just here." He gestured to a spot on his own face and Arran hastily rubbed at that spot on her own. "Actually" Kyle grimaced "You didn't have any, but that just proved there was blood on you face earlier." Snarling Arran glared at Kyle, he was far too clever, and that would probably get her in serious trouble one of these days. "So, does that have anything to do with where the jumper came from?" He asked. "Mind your own business." Arran growled, turning back to the table and asking it as a whole, "Did they deliver that coffee yet?"</s>
<\|description\|>Arran White Age: 16 Hair Color: Red with blackish tips Eye Color: Purple-blue Height: 5'10" Body Type: Boy like, Toned (sorta). (Arran is a girl) Other Information: While Arran is a girl, she is often mistaken as a boy, and glad for it; she hates having to be defined as a girl. The only thing defining Arran as a girl is the tiny little fact that she is one. Other than that she walks like a boy, talks like a boy, basically almost is a boy. She loves music and is the vocalist; Raz, for the rising Internet band: Night. Night is referred to as a band of boys, but none of them have ever actually admitted to Night being only boys. Arran lives on the couch of her band mates, having no home to go back to, at least none that will let her in anyway. She helps with cooking and cleaning, and doesn't go to school, but rather spends her days wandering the city, or reading at the library, pretty much always listening to music. She herself doesn't write many songs, certainly not ones she'd let anyone else hear. Arran has a shot fuse and quick temper, but is also rather sensitive; her mood balancing dangerously between wild and super agro, and, drowning and depressed. Arran can fight, but not amazingly well, she is strong, fast and kind of agile, so she is competent at fighting, but would like to get better.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The woman was taken back by the blow. Her lip bled, maybe she bit herself when she got hit. But she did have a bruise on her jaw as well. She started wheezing from the blow to her chest. She fell sitting on her shins, holding her chest coughing a bit, arching her back fetally towards the ground. She slowly raised herself up. She looked at Xander, then at Daniel, as if she didn't have any context of what happened. Tears started to flow from her now red face. Her hands were shaking with fear. Without thinking she covered her face with her arm and started to run from where she came, leaving her zipped up duffel bag behind with Daniel.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Hearing the tussle as Daniel looked up from his phone that he was using to make a call to the cops. The girl was injured and took off running. The moment took a second to sink in before he approached and grabbed Xander's arm to try and stop him from doing anything further. "What the hell, did you just hit her? What's wrong with you?" Maybe Daniel was old fashioned, but he was always told not to hit a girl. The exception being serious harm and life or death situations. It was one of the reasons he backed off on top of not really liking the idea of fighting. The girl clearly had problems. And the bag was still there. "Great." He picks it up again and tried to work out what to do. This was a lawsuit waiting to happen. Thankfully he hadn't played a part in harming anyone. Putting some distance between himself and Xander, Daniel went back to the door. "Now you might want to clear out." Stepping inside he took the bag to the back office where they always put things that were left behind. Normally Daniel wouldn't open up things people left but this person wasn't even a customer. They might not even know where it went in the end.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update Parton The duffel bag feels like it's full of clothing upon lifting it. [Technically even if the bag is in the office, it'll now appear in your items section.] Daniel has gained the following items: Unnamed Woman's Duffel Bag</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM City Update The sun is starting to set, marking the near end of the 1st day.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee caught the sunlight out of the corner of her eyes, and she looked at her wristwatch to see what time it was. She gasped, was it that time already?! She knew now that she needed to get back to her dorm and study. She said to Sophia as she placed the book back down on the shelf, "I'm sorry, Sophia. I have to go! It was nice meeting you though! Bye!" She then walked out of the bookstore and walked towards the dorms. This was going to be a long walk...</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location As Renee started to walk back to her dorms, a black and white bellied Norwegian Forest cat ran across the busy streets. But ended up on the other side safely.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Unnamed Woman's Duffel Bag --- Things were slowing down finally. Wouldn't be long before the deli closed up shop. Everyone on hand was busy getting things cleaned so they would have less to do at the end of the day. Thankfully Daniel was not one of the ones closing. Going back to the duffel bag Daniel opened it up to see what was inside. Maybe there's an ID or something that could help identify who's this was.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee saw the cat and she was surprised to see it cross the busy street and make it to safety. She sighed in relief that the cat was alright. She thought about leaving the cat and continuing on her way, but then she realized that maybe she should check and see if the cat had a collar. She reached the crosswalk waiting for when it was safe and the crosswalk light was green, before she crossed the road, heading towards the other sidewalk.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update Parton The duffel bag was opened, it revealed a work uniform for a tea shop a few blocks down the road. There is a wallet filled with 35 dollars (three tens, and one five,) and an ID card with the woman's information. Her name was Rachael Sandra. Her ID showed her light brown hair down to her shoulders, listed that she had hazel eyes, aged 25 years old. There is nothing else in the bag. Daniel has gained the following items: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location The cat had ran straight to a turned over garbage can in front of a building. The cat had no collar and was eating out of the scraps. It heard Renee coming, and paused to look at her.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Seeing that there was no collar on the cat, Renee shook her head at herself. She thought silently to herself, thinking that she was just being silly. She turned back and started to continue her way back to the dorms.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander sighs sadly as he watches her run off, only too late did he realize his mistakes, which only further upset him. He took Flaked out of his backpack and cuddled with her as he walked along the street alone, a tear rolling down his right cheek. "This is why I have no friends.....I'm too much of a freak...if not....I look for an excuse to fight...if only Mother was here..." He said, hugging the plushie and cuddling with her before placing a kiss upon its head. He walked past a tea shop and a book store, further cuddling the plushie not really caring about anything. It was clear Xander was stressed out, he had messed up twice, he was clearly on the verge of breaking into tears again.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE After paying their bill and leaving the rapidly empting deli, Arran and Kyle split from the others and started walking home. "Urghh… I forgot to get the meat for dinner" Arran groaned, "Aunt Cass is going to kill me, I was supposed to be home early so as to cook." She was partly mad she had forgotten but mostly she wanted to try and distract Kyle from her incident earlier; he hadn't said anything in front of the others, but now they were alone there was going to be hell to pay. But instead of asking questions about earlier Kyle surprised her "You missed your appointment you know." Arran blinked in surprise, "huh?" Kyle turned, walking backwards so as to be able to walk and talk, "You missed your appointment. Your very important appointment" Arran thought about it, "Very important appointment. Uhhhh…… what?" Kyle frowned; "You never told me; I set the alarm after checking your calendar, really; I was surprised that you even had something on there." "You checked my calendar?" Arran grimaced, "why?" "You never remember anything, unless it's music, so I thought it would be best to make sure I have an alarm for you as well. Only you had about three things on your calendar one of which was my birthday, one was mum's, and the other unnamed." Kyle spun back around so he was walking next to her. They walked for a little while; tuning a few corners, and hiking up and down hills, till they finally reached Kyle's street. Wading through the overgrown grass that overlapped the path they climbed a set of worn concrete steps to a solid door with blue paint peeling to reveal a vibrant red, or maybe the red was peeling to show the blue, but really it didn't matter, the majority of the door being blue.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The sudden turn of Renee's head alerted Sophia, and the girl bolted away after apologising that she had to hurry somewhere. Sophia raised her eyebrows to that, then shouted, "Bye!" to Renee, knowing the girl wouldn't hear her. Sighing, she walked to the counter, book in hand. After paying for the book, she checked the time on her blue digital watch. It wasn't really that late, but maybe it was for Renee. As Sophia pushed the book shop's front door open after waving to the cashier, she saw a boy around her age walking past, cuddling a familiar touhou character plushie, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Flandre..." She managed to whisper, recalling the name of the character.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander kept walking until he heard someone whisper the voice of his plushie. He wiped the tear off his cheek and turned around as to meet Sophia. "Yes.....d-do you know Touhou....?" He asked, his arms still wrapped around the plushie he cuddled with. Xander seemed hopeful as to find someone who knew about Flandre and most likely other Touhou characters, it was rare enough to find people ho knew about it, at least for him.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell got up from his seat. He had been waiting for a good while too long, as it was getting late. He walked back out to the vehicle, and got in the back. "What the hell just happened in there? It was like some sort of a teen drama unfolding right before my eyes!" He let out a simple sigh, cradling his head in his hand, agitated that he was unable to get even a water. "Jeeves, let's just go home already." Jeeves started the Limousine, heading for the Ryte family mansion.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The boy suddenly turned to face her, which made Sophia raise her eyebrows, quite surprised. She didn't think that the boy would hear her. The boy wiped off his tear, then asked her about touhou. "Uhm. Oh yes, I do know of it. Well, I have not played the game however, but I have read some manga chapters, though that was some years ago, so I might not remember much of the story. I do know of some of the characters. Well, I'm pretty sure you're quite a fan, huh?" Sophia replied with a sheepish smile. She didn't quite know how to act in front of the boy, in contrast to when she faced Renee. Back then she was too excited about the book to care of she she did, but mostly she was like this, shy, in front of new people.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) The uniform in the bag was familiar. Daniel had visited the tea shop before even if it had been a while. Putting everything back in the bag the boy would leave it here at the office until tomorrow. As he recalled the tea shop closed around the same time the deli did. He worked in the evening so he would have ample time to get it to the tea shop. His shift was done so he ordered something for dinner in the last couple of minutes and waited for his ride. Timing it pretty well he got his food just a minute before his ride arrived. Saying goodbye to his coworkers Daniel headed to the car and was on his way home.</s>	<\|message\|>Arran White Flopping down at the computer desk, Arran logged into her account on the old, second-hand E-Mac, flicking over to her email and receiving ten new emails from her brother since yesterday, totaling in almost fifty unread emails from him. Slumping down in her chair, she logged out and stared at the login page, not really seeing it, thinking about the day; worse than usual, but in the scale of things not too disastrous, just not so good. The hoodie; that was something Arran couldn't fathom, why had she been given the hoodie, and surely the girl hadn't just forgotten the drug; it didn't seem to be the sort of thing you just forgot was in the sleeve of your hoodie when handing it over to a stranger. After getting home she had looked herself in the bathroom as soon as she could, and worked the syringe out of the sleeve from the inside, pulling it out and looking for markings, finding none, but considering the poor lighting in the bathroom, that wasn't surprising. Now it was tucked safely back in the sleeve of the hoodie, which in turn was tucked in one of her two draws in the boy's room, somewhere the others were forbidden to access; a rule that was reinforced by an old padlock to which only she had the key. Arran hadn't told Kyle about the drug, that wasn't the sort of thing she just told people about, especially Kyle, who couldn't keep silent if he thought others needed to know, and that ment telling Aunt Cass, the last person in the world Arran wanted to upset. No it was better she didn't mention it to anybody.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Vollstandig Age: 15 Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Black Body Type: Lean and fit. Other Information: One's first impression of her would be a quiet, polite, and shy kind of girl. But no, actually, she's the exact opposite. She's mostly cheerful and can be violent at times, sometimes even coming off as rude(though rare) in front of her friends. Around people she doesn't know though, she acts the former way. She's not a nerd. Or a sports person. Both, you could say. Sophia loves reading books and writing up a good story, but at the same time likes outdoor activities and such. She's also an expert at throwing knives or handling anything about them, and can come off as a good fighter, knowing martial arts. She has many friends and is well-liked by many, as she fits in groups of friends well. But hey, one who fits everywhere means that person doesn't fit anywhere, right? So that's the problem. She considers her friends as only acquaintances. She doesn't have what one would call a true friend, and she's quite sad about that(though she doesn't show it). So yeah, Sophia is that type of person.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Come on, I can make it. Arran willed herself to hit that high note. All right, fine, it wasn't that high; just higher than Arran could sing normally, but she had discussed it with the others and this song just had to have a high note there. Hitting the note, YES!, Arran finished up the song. Playing it back she grinned, happy as a sandboy. Saving the file she emailed it to the boys and, after gathering her stuff and switching the equipment off, left the recording studio. Blinking in the bright sunlight, Arran started off down the street, humming the tune to their latest song. Today was a wandering day, she was going to stroll along in almost too hot sunshine, and find somewhere that was hopefully interesting to stop, maybe have a bite to eat, or read a book, probably stopping by the supermarket on the way home, so that they could have Sheppard's pie for dinner tonight. Strolling past Kyle's, the drummer, school Arran suddenly remembered that they had agreed to meet up somewhere round here, just where was it? Sighing Arran leaned on the wall next to the gate, and checked her watch; five minutes till school ended, she could wait that long. Probably. Sliding down to sit, Arran watched people hurry by, late for something most likely, trying far too hard in a world that couldn't care less. Arran knew she shouldn't keep thinking like this, but downward spirals were so easy to start and really, really hard to stop.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: When Xander entered Daniel greeted him from across the room where he was tending another table. "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli. I'll be right with you." He excused himself from the conversation. Oh his way over he spotted that Xander didn't have a menu. Detouring slightly to pick one up he brought it over. "How are you doing today? Could I get you started with a drink?" Daniel said as he offered the menu. He noticed the plushie but didn't give any sign that he had, partly because he didn't recognize what it was from. Not everyone liked when you point something out. Better to let them bring it up.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- "Oh, thank you." Xander said, taking the menu in his hands. When asked for a drink he looked up in thought for a few seconds before saying, "Just a glass of water please, and forgive the awkward question, but do you have a drink that's...eh...blood coloured? Might as well keep going with the mood with Flandre here." He said with a shrug, using his head as to point at the plushie. He began to look over through the menu as to find something he'd like. "What do you suggest from the menu, that's meaty, of course?" He asked tilting his head at Daniel.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Glass of water and something red. A slightly odd request. "The only drink we have that is red is Hi-C." He wrote that down real quick and turned back toward the menu that was above the counter across the way. He already knew most of it by now, but it was still something he did when he was trying to decide what he would pick. "well let's see." Given the criteria he turned back once he had some choices in mind. "There are actually quite a few. I usually prefer the hot sandwiches myself. If you want a lot of meat then the New Yorker is a good option. Pastrami, corned beef, swiss, and spicy brown mustard on rye. There's also the BLT which is also a pretty simple choice" He pointed then one out on the menu. "If that's a little plain for you there is also the Italian. Ham, salami, provolone, bell peppers, and black olives, lettuce, red onion, and tomato on a baguette." Again he pointed it out. "It's also hard to go wrong with the Club if you want a cold sandwich. Ham, turkey, bacon, cheddar, swiss, mayo, honey mustard, lettuce, and tomato on sliced wheat. If there is anything there that you don't want we can make it without as wll. And if all else fails there is the build your own where you would pick what you want. Choose a bread, meat, cheese, and any of the other toppings." It was clear he had gone through this routine many times because he went from one sandwich to the next without missing a beat. "I can go get your drink while you think about it if you'd like. I'm running around constantly so you can just flag me down." (For simplicity I'll mainly use items from the McAlister's Deli menu as I already know a lot of those)</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran dodged out the way of the stampede of kids around her age rushing out of the school gates. Spotting Kyle she ducked and dodged through the mass of bodies until she caught up to him, grabbing onto his arm to avoid getting swept away with the tide. Kyle spun round, caught sight of Arran, holding onto his arm for dear life, and pulled her out of the crowd. "Arran! Why aren't you at the shop? I specifically suggested going to a shop, so as to avoid this mess." Arran blinked, frowning. "I forgot," she muttered in a small voice. "So why didn't you text me?" Kyle asked. "I forgot." Arran said again. Kyle threw his hands in the air, "Oh, come on, you forgot to text me?" "No" Arran stated matter-of-factly "I forgot my phone, it's on your desk. Charging, I think." Rolling his eyes Kyle pulled Arran down the street, to a shop, a deli according to the sign. Sitting down at a table at the back Arran looked at Kyle, "And we are meting here, why?" "Ben suggested this place, he said it was good." Kyle answered. Ben was the guitarist for Night; Kyle the drummer, another boy, called Luke, was the bass/pianist, and Arran the vocalist. "I sure hope Ben's the one paying then, cause I'd rather have gotten a coffee and sat in the park." Arran grumbled, playing with the frayed hem of her shirtsleeve, "I finished recording that song, by the way." Kyle looked up, "you got it here?" he asked enthusiastically. "Nope." Arran admitted not looking up, "I forgot" "Uh huh." Kyle huffed, having obviously been looking forward to hearing it. "Yo, wassup?" said a voice from behind them. Arran and Kyle swiveled round to see a familiar freckled face, grinning at them, "Ben not here yet? Ah well, we can wait. You finish that song yet? Cause I want to hear it, oh please say you finished it. Hey Kyle. Ohhh… what do we want to eat? Or drink? I want a coffee, do you think they sell coffee?" "Neither you nor Arran need a coffee." Kyle patted the chair next to him, "So sit down, now." "Yes sir." Luke sat his hyperactive but down, and then popped straight back up again; "I see Ben, be back in a tick" He dashed for the door, dodging tables, chairs, and people. "Oh god." Kyle sighed. "How did he ever have the patience to learn instruments?" Arran asked watching Ben's blond hair, meet with the dark streak that was Luke, and then weave their way over to the table. "Hey Kyle, Arran." Ben nodded and took Luke's empty chair, Luke in the mean time, reigned in his energy long enough to sit down, with out springing up like a jack-in-the-box. "Soooooo…… Did you finish the song?" Ben enquired, "I've got my computer if you want to have a listen." "Uhhh…… I don't have the song." Arran muttered, and then defensively; "But I did email it to you guys" Ben smiled, "good thing I checked my emails before I came then isn't it?" He pulled out his shiny new Mac-book Pro and flipped over to itunes, turning the volume down and plugging in a four-way headphone splitter, then after everyone had plugged in their headphones, he started the song.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Ear --- "The Italian will do, and just a glass of water will as well." He said before looking back at his plushie. He picked her up and began to stroke her hair and hat, it was quite noticable he enjoyed his expensive plushie and basically loved it as well. He kept on staring at it for minutes on end before turning his eyes to look at the musician entering the Deli, where he curiously watched Kyle sit down next to the other band members. Xander never really took part in any school activites so he had little idea of whom they were. He watched the few talk for a minute before shrugging it off and going back to his plushie. He took out his earbuds and plugged them into his phone before scrolling through his music playlist and selecting, 'U.N Owen was her?' which was of course, Flandre's theme. He only continued to look and admire the doll, quite content with it as he shrugged off anyone who looked at him weirdly. He continued to wait for his sandwich and drink.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Hoodie Stranger 1 Parton's Deli A male who hid his identity with a black hoodie and loose fitting jeans walked into the deli. It wasn't out of the ordinary and everyone minded their own business when he walked in. He walked with purpose, hands in his pockets, and his head down. No one could really see his face clearly. However, instead of sitting down to order food, he went straight for the men's bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE The boys had listened to the song five times and were about to start a sixth round. Arran groaned and raised her hand for service. The song was good and all but having been practicing it for the last few weeks she really didn't need to hear it again. The boys were debating what to do for a music video, Luke practically jumping up and down in his seat, Kyle was right, there was no way he needed a coffee, but that wouldn't stop him from ordering one. Arran decided right then that there was no way in hell she was walking home with Luke if she could avoid it.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Pactor: Nodding Daniel wrote the Italian down as well. "I'll be right back with your drink." As expected it was getting busy. Switching into high gear he went to the counter and quickly got Xander his water. An order was ready and he grabbed the full tray at the same time. Maneuvering around people and rotating around to keep balance he held the tray up with on hand and set the glass of water down with the other. Delivering the food he moved on to the band's table. He waited for them to be done listening to what he could only assume was a song. "What can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart Stella Blackhart Room filled with cable and monitor, a girl sat in front of the monitor. Both hand typing in keyboard fastly. With all the windows shut, light turned off, the only light source she had come from her many flashing monitor. The girl suddenly stopped typing, pulling a stick of pocky and eat it slowly. She then take the Iphone she charge in her left and typing something, while eating her pocky. To : [email protected] Sub : Pswrd CIA go Attachment : Pass.txt I'm finished. I attch the passwrd, Now it's all up to you to leak the doc. Gtg to school. GL. Send... After sending the mail, she proceed to turn off all the monitor. 'I should hit the showers, i need to relax now.' she thought to herself. She then gone to bathroom. Hot water flowing from the showers, she washes her long black hair and her slender body. 'Ugh my shoulder feels so stiff.' It's normal for her, because she's like operating the computer for 8 hours only to get all the requested password. She turn off the shower, take a towel and drying her wet body. Finishing her bath, she proceed to wear her uniform and gone to school.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Don't mind them" Arran gestured at the boys still plugged into the computer, "They'll be listening to that for a while. Repetitively too. As for drinks, umm… One lemonade, one milk, and two coffees." She then bashed Luke gently round the head to shut him up; he was busy humming his piano part, rather loudly. "Actually make that two milks and one coffee; there is no way I'm letting him get any more hyper." She then grinned at the boy, "Sorry if their making too much noise, let me know if they do and I'll shut them up."</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig After hopping off the bus, Sophia bolted down the sidewalk, dodging startled people while mumbling some apologies, and eventually reached the familiar front door of the bookstore she would usually go to. Skidding to a stop, she hastily opened the door. "My, eager now are we? Don't worry, the stock just came in," the cashier greeted her, his regular customer, with a smile. He pointed at the direction of the bookshelf with a noticeable sign above it and big letters that said 'New'. In between breaths, Sophia mumbled a 'thanks' and proceeded to the fiction section. As she saw the book she had long been waiting for on a display, a smile formed on her face and she picked up the one not on display. After reading the back of the book and skimming through the first chapter, she noticed another girl holding the same book, and smiled, seeing her so engrossed in the book of one of her favourite series. "Hello. Do you like it too?" she greeted the girl, not panting anymore.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Vollstandig Age: 15 Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Black Body Type: Lean and fit. Other Information: One's first impression of her would be a quiet, polite, and shy kind of girl. But no, actually, she's the exact opposite. She's mostly cheerful and can be violent at times, sometimes even coming off as rude(though rare) in front of her friends. Around people she doesn't know though, she acts the former way. She's not a nerd. Or a sports person. Both, you could say. Sophia loves reading books and writing up a good story, but at the same time likes outdoor activities and such. She's also an expert at throwing knives or handling anything about them, and can come off as a good fighter, knowing martial arts. She has many friends and is well-liked by many, as she fits in groups of friends well. But hey, one who fits everywhere means that person doesn't fit anywhere, right? So that's the problem. She considers her friends as only acquaintances. She doesn't have what one would call a true friend, and she's quite sad about that(though she doesn't show it). So yeah, Sophia is that type of person.</s> <\|message\|>v Arran took off after that slightly amusing response to her colleague. After a chuckle Daniel handed everyone at the table menus with one extra where Arran had been sittinf. "I'll be right back with your drinks." Heading back and behind the counter he first checked when the last pot of coffee was made. It was this morning so he started a new brew, making a mental note to inform the table. Pouring all the other drinks he picked them all up without a tray and headed back. " Here we are. And the coffee will be ready in a couple minutes. I just started a new pot." Not knowing who wanted what he had pretty much placed all the drinks in the middle for them to sort out. His attention was drawn to the back window as an order was called out. Making a B-line back he pulled it down, checked the food to make sure it was correct, and took it out. Making a round he dropped off the orders he had before coming back to Xander's table with his sandwich. "Here we are. The Italian. May I get you anything else?"</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran grinned slightly as Xander turned red and tried not look at her. At the question about school though Arran laughed outright, "Nope, I don't go to school, haven't for threeish years so if you've seen me it's been with those idiots or wandering round the city… Although I guess you could have seen one of our few videos?" She gestured at the boys replaying the song yet again, how many times could they listen to that thing anyway? "Yes we are a band, although not a very famous one, we do music videos and post them online, but we've never done something live unless you count a talent show back when we were six." She was watching Xander; even though he had been embarrassed, probably about being caught cuddling that doll, his hand still strayed to touch it. Her curiosity catching up to her Arran nodded at the doll and said; "Please excuse my sounding like and imbecile; but who is that, and what is she from?" but before Xander could say anything the boy who was serving laid a plate with a sandwich in front of Xander and asked him if he wanted anything else. With a sudden thought Arran quickly said, "Have you served my noisy lot their drinks?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart sigh The girl moved her finger slowly, and replying the text, To : [email protected] Subject : none We'll atk them tmmrow. I'm busy now. Send... The girl then proceed to read her third e-mail, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] >>>Investors are diving into the new world era. Holographic technology is the wave of the future! Find out which company to invest in with one easy payment of $100 or 20 easy payments of $10, or 2 bitcoin! That money will be just a penny in comparison if you find which investor to place your future in!</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart "Spam." She deleted the mail. She arrived at school. "Stella...!!" A young girl called the long haired girl. "Noel...!!!" Stella replied her greetings. Stella face filled with smile and laugh. The girl, known as Noel approached Stella and started gossiping about her boyfriend. The long-haired hacker can only laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel, "Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth. He resumed conversation with Arran, "Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress. "Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said. He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention. She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Nodding to Arran's question. "Everything but the coffee. I needed to put on a new pot." Another order was in the window. "Please excuse me." He headed back and continued moving and taking orders. He wasn't the only one on the job, but the influx of people meant that they were all busy. He greeted people as they walked in and talked with s few of the regulars where he could. Sometimes he wished that the deli wasn't located in such a busy area. But of the flip side if it weren't then it could be boring and would not be nearly as fun and he wouldn't get the same amount of hours. For sure there were days where he'd rather stay home and kill time. He'd gone back to watch the old episodes of Sailor Moon. That was his usual MO. Watching things way after other had seen them. There were a few current shows he kept up with but most he just missed completely.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.</s> <\|message\|>v "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli." Daniel called out as Maxwell entered. "I'll be right with you." Taking dishes back to the busing station in the back he washed and dried his hands before heading back out and over to the newest guest. "Alrighty, what can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander repeated about what he said, who Flandre was and where she came from. "She's my fourth favorite character from the franchise." He says, before picking up Flandre again and petting the doll's head with his clean hand. He left her on his lap, using his other hand to eat his sandwich and drink his water. Though, his eyes shot towards the new person in the Deli, he seemed to bear his teeth upon sight of this fellow. Xander didn't like that type of person, at all, he could tell by how they walked, acted, and dressed. He eventually turned his gaze back to Arran and continued to pet his plushie.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander smiling slightly. "Mhim, I can see that" she said, smiling outright. "Personally I don't think I'd be brave enough to cuddle one of those in public, if I had one to cuddle." Arran thought about it for a second, "Well I do have my teddy, but to cuddle him I'd have to have him." She frowned for a second, remembering her teddy flung haphazardly across a half-made bed. "Wait… did you say fourth? Than who's the first three? Not that I'd know them if you told me, but I still wanna know!" She perked up there, grinning again; anything to stop the calling spiral into despair, and if there was any day she had to keep floating, it was today. When someone walked into the deli Xander had bared his teeth, not the most obvious gesture but one Arran had picked up anyway. Glancing at the boy who had just walked in, and was looking at his phone, Arran noticed he seemed rich, the sort of rich Arran had lived amongst before, the sort of rich Ben was, the sort of rich that for the most part she hated bitterly. Scrunching up her face Arran could feel the anger building, bubbling up inside, rising, and taking over, an explosion primed to blow. She had to squash it; she had to squash it now. Normally she dispersed her anger or despair with music, loud and fast, the words painting how she felt in bright colours on her heart. Taking a deep breath Arran reined in her anger, calming down, reminding herself that here and now was not the time, and anyway; as far as she knew the boy who'd just walked in wasn't like the rest, it was always a possibility.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Huh, no one's ever been really interested in my plushies.." or me.. He muttered afterwards, a bit more sad when saying that to himself. "First favorite is Cirno, she's an ice fairy, second favorite is Remilia Scarlet, Flandre's big sister, awfully close to first place, and third is Suwako Moriya, goddess of the Moriya Shrine." He said, bringing up his phone and showing pictures of the three, as well as Flandre. Remilia Scarlet Flandre Scarlet Suwako Moriya Cirno (Cirno is in my signature and profile picture, but here you go) "Erm....yeah....the games have no male characters what-so-ever, but they're pretty great games..." Xander said his redness on his face returning.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE When you're like me, Arran thought, you gotta have something to be interested in, even if it was a random person who'd piqued her interest. Xander showed her pictures on his phone of the characters he was describing. All pretty girls. Arran grinned, "No boys what so ever? Sounds like heaven. …Unless of course you're me and don't really like girls." She thought about if for a second, "Although I guess if they're from a game than they are probably better than real life." She was smiling sadly again. Today was a good day; as of yet she hadn't yelled at anyone or disappeared to sob, or rage somewhere. Not to mention Xander was interesting, and for Arran interesting was always a good thing.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig The girl, whom Sophia now knows as Renee, shook her hand, answered her apology then asked her a question. "Yeah, I'm a regular. I come here often to buy books, stationery, and other things. Though I also just come here to read," she replied Renee's question, grinning wide remembering the frequency of the last part. "I'm guessing this is your first time here? I've never seen you here before," Sophia asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Vollstandig Age: 15 Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Black Body Type: Lean and fit. Other Information: One's first impression of her would be a quiet, polite, and shy kind of girl. But no, actually, she's the exact opposite. She's mostly cheerful and can be violent at times, sometimes even coming off as rude(though rare) in front of her friends. Around people she doesn't know though, she acts the former way. She's not a nerd. Or a sports person. Both, you could say. Sophia loves reading books and writing up a good story, but at the same time likes outdoor activities and such. She's also an expert at throwing knives or handling anything about them, and can come off as a good fighter, knowing martial arts. She has many friends and is well-liked by many, as she fits in groups of friends well. But hey, one who fits everywhere means that person doesn't fit anywhere, right? So that's the problem. She considers her friends as only acquaintances. She doesn't have what one would call a true friend, and she's quite sad about that(though she doesn't show it). So yeah, Sophia is that type of person.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee saw the cat and she was surprised to see it cross the busy street and make it to safety. She sighed in relief that the cat was alright. She thought about leaving the cat and continuing on her way, but then she realized that maybe she should check and see if the cat had a collar. She reached the crosswalk waiting for when it was safe and the crosswalk light was green, before she crossed the road, heading towards the other sidewalk.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update Parton The duffel bag was opened, it revealed a work uniform for a tea shop a few blocks down the road. There is a wallet filled with 35 dollars (three tens, and one five,) and an ID card with the woman's information. Her name was Rachael Sandra. Her ID showed her light brown hair down to her shoulders, listed that she had hazel eyes, aged 25 years old. There is nothing else in the bag. Daniel has gained the following items: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location The cat had ran straight to a turned over garbage can in front of a building. The cat had no collar and was eating out of the scraps. It heard Renee coming, and paused to look at her.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Seeing that there was no collar on the cat, Renee shook her head at herself. She thought silently to herself, thinking that she was just being silly. She turned back and started to continue her way back to the dorms.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander sighs sadly as he watches her run off, only too late did he realize his mistakes, which only further upset him. He took Flaked out of his backpack and cuddled with her as he walked along the street alone, a tear rolling down his right cheek. "This is why I have no friends.....I'm too much of a freak...if not....I look for an excuse to fight...if only Mother was here..." He said, hugging the plushie and cuddling with her before placing a kiss upon its head. He walked past a tea shop and a book store, further cuddling the plushie not really caring about anything. It was clear Xander was stressed out, he had messed up twice, he was clearly on the verge of breaking into tears again.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE After paying their bill and leaving the rapidly empting deli, Arran and Kyle split from the others and started walking home. "Urghh… I forgot to get the meat for dinner" Arran groaned, "Aunt Cass is going to kill me, I was supposed to be home early so as to cook." She was partly mad she had forgotten but mostly she wanted to try and distract Kyle from her incident earlier; he hadn't said anything in front of the others, but now they were alone there was going to be hell to pay. But instead of asking questions about earlier Kyle surprised her "You missed your appointment you know." Arran blinked in surprise, "huh?" Kyle turned, walking backwards so as to be able to walk and talk, "You missed your appointment. Your very important appointment" Arran thought about it, "Very important appointment. Uhhhh…… what?" Kyle frowned; "You never told me; I set the alarm after checking your calendar, really; I was surprised that you even had something on there." "You checked my calendar?" Arran grimaced, "why?" "You never remember anything, unless it's music, so I thought it would be best to make sure I have an alarm for you as well. Only you had about three things on your calendar one of which was my birthday, one was mum's, and the other unnamed." Kyle spun back around so he was walking next to her. They walked for a little while; tuning a few corners, and hiking up and down hills, till they finally reached Kyle's street. Wading through the overgrown grass that overlapped the path they climbed a set of worn concrete steps to a solid door with blue paint peeling to reveal a vibrant red, or maybe the red was peeling to show the blue, but really it didn't matter, the majority of the door being blue.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The sudden turn of Renee's head alerted Sophia, and the girl bolted away after apologising that she had to hurry somewhere. Sophia raised her eyebrows to that, then shouted, "Bye!" to Renee, knowing the girl wouldn't hear her. Sighing, she walked to the counter, book in hand. After paying for the book, she checked the time on her blue digital watch. It wasn't really that late, but maybe it was for Renee. As Sophia pushed the book shop's front door open after waving to the cashier, she saw a boy around her age walking past, cuddling a familiar touhou character plushie, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Flandre..." She managed to whisper, recalling the name of the character.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander kept walking until he heard someone whisper the voice of his plushie. He wiped the tear off his cheek and turned around as to meet Sophia. "Yes.....d-do you know Touhou....?" He asked, his arms still wrapped around the plushie he cuddled with. Xander seemed hopeful as to find someone who knew about Flandre and most likely other Touhou characters, it was rare enough to find people ho knew about it, at least for him.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell got up from his seat. He had been waiting for a good while too long, as it was getting late. He walked back out to the vehicle, and got in the back. "What the hell just happened in there? It was like some sort of a teen drama unfolding right before my eyes!" He let out a simple sigh, cradling his head in his hand, agitated that he was unable to get even a water. "Jeeves, let's just go home already." Jeeves started the Limousine, heading for the Ryte family mansion.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The boy suddenly turned to face her, which made Sophia raise her eyebrows, quite surprised. She didn't think that the boy would hear her. The boy wiped off his tear, then asked her about touhou. "Uhm. Oh yes, I do know of it. Well, I have not played the game however, but I have read some manga chapters, though that was some years ago, so I might not remember much of the story. I do know of some of the characters. Well, I'm pretty sure you're quite a fan, huh?" Sophia replied with a sheepish smile. She didn't quite know how to act in front of the boy, in contrast to when she faced Renee. Back then she was too excited about the book to care of she she did, but mostly she was like this, shy, in front of new people.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) The uniform in the bag was familiar. Daniel had visited the tea shop before even if it had been a while. Putting everything back in the bag the boy would leave it here at the office until tomorrow. As he recalled the tea shop closed around the same time the deli did. He worked in the evening so he would have ample time to get it to the tea shop. His shift was done so he ordered something for dinner in the last couple of minutes and waited for his ride. Timing it pretty well he got his food just a minute before his ride arrived. Saying goodbye to his coworkers Daniel headed to the car and was on his way home.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Flopping down at the computer desk, Arran logged into her account on the old, second-hand E-Mac, flicking over to her email and receiving ten new emails from her brother since yesterday, totaling in almost fifty unread emails from him. Slumping down in her chair, she logged out and stared at the login page, not really seeing it, thinking about the day; worse than usual, but in the scale of things not too disastrous, just not so good. The hoodie; that was something Arran couldn't fathom, why had she been given the hoodie, and surely the girl hadn't just forgotten the drug; it didn't seem to be the sort of thing you just forgot was in the sleeve of your hoodie when handing it over to a stranger. After getting home she had looked herself in the bathroom as soon as she could, and worked the syringe out of the sleeve from the inside, pulling it out and looking for markings, finding none, but considering the poor lighting in the bathroom, that wasn't surprising. Now it was tucked safely back in the sleeve of the hoodie, which in turn was tucked in one of her two draws in the boy's room, somewhere the others were forbidden to access; a rule that was reinforced by an old padlock to which only she had the key. Arran hadn't told Kyle about the drug, that wasn't the sort of thing she just told people about, especially Kyle, who couldn't keep silent if he thought others needed to know, and that ment telling Aunt Cass, the last person in the world Arran wanted to upset. No it was better she didn't mention it to anybody.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Oh, you should try out the games, they're amazing." He said, holding Flandre in his arms as he looked at her. "What's your name? I'm Xander...." He asked. Xander's eyes looked away from the girl and up to the sun, it was clearly getting late, and he would have to get going soon enough. His eyes looked back down towards the girl and awaited her response. Though as the sun was going down, it was clear there was a slight change in his attitude, he was more vigilant of his surroundings, little things such as the rustling of bushes made his head turn; after all, can't be too careful.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Rachael Sandra's Duffel Bag, Rachael Sandra's Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) --- In the way home he debated telling his mother about the weird events at work today. It might make his mother worry though so he dropped the idea. Glad that the drive home was a short one Daniel headed indoors. His sisters were already getting ready for bed, having to go to school the next morning. That was one thing the boy missed and didn't at the same time. Learning was always fun, even if the subject was less than thrilling. The other side of the coin was the homework and having to sit in lectures. That was rarely much fun. That was bound to come back though whenever he started college though. In the mean time he should enjoy the freedom he had. Also per usual his dad was asleep already. Work being so far off require him to get up before the crack of dawn which in turn meant an early bedtime. Working evenings himself, Daniel tended to miss most of the happenings of the day. Being hungry he headed to the kitchen which usually contained leftovers. Digging around in the fridge brought forth yesterdays meatloaf. Not much caring having had it two days in a row he threw some on a plate along with some green beans and corn. A short heat in the microwave and a drink on the side Daniel took his meal upstairs to his room. Ah, now no one would bother him. That was the other advantage to working in the evening. By the end of the day everyone else was too tired to bug him much, with exception to his day to do chores. And staying up late playing games and killing time wasn't a bother because he didn't have to get up early either. Watching videos on Youtube while eating he ran through his mind the events that transpired. Slightly hard to believe it happened even having watched it with his own eyes. On top of seeing what appeared to be a drugged woman that kicked him away, there was the boy who walked out without paying flipping over and kicking the aforementioned away. How would own even explain that brief moment in time. Shaking his head and sighing he finished eating and went to playing a game. Tomorrow could be an interesting day as well. Maybe not quite as crazy but he had the bag to return. The reaction to such a thing could vary.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig "Oh. Well I'm Sophia, nice to meet you. Also, I might try the games..." Sophia answered Xander. She noticed him looking up to the sun that was illuminating the place with an orange glow, indicating that it was setting. It must be pretty late for him. And for her too. "Do you have to go now?" She questioned him, tilting her head to the side. It was a habit that she do that when not sure of something.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Not really, do you...erm...wish to talk a bit more or something..?" He asks, a bit unsure of what to say. He kept Flandre tucked in his left arm, his eyes squinting as the sunset blinded him slightly, though he continued to look at Sophia. He was vigilant but also calm at this point.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig "Uhm. Well, I don't really have much to say... But I'm willing to listen if you want to say something?" She asked, straightening her neck. Sophia saw that he was squinting as he looked at her, as the sunrays are shining from behind her. "Oh, uhm, sorry for the sunlight," she said, then walked to his side.</s>
<\|description\|>Maxwell Ryte Age: 15 Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Green Height: 5'8" Body Type: Given that Maxwell is rather rich, he has to look it, he isn't extremely muscular, but he looks a bit better than average, basically he' s a rich pretty boy. Other Information: Maxwell is the son of Mary and Jason Ryte. They happen to be the owners of Ryte Industries. You've probably seen the Ryte logo on something, considering the company does everything from Construction to fast food. Maxwell is rather manipulative and egotistical, though he hides his natural tendencies to be a selfish dick by acting like a nice, respectable rich kid with good looks, to preserve the image of Ryte industries. Maxwell puts himself above everyone else, just because he has money, good looks, and brains. Maxwell resents his parents in a way, since they value the image of their company over their own son. He was forced to go to a normal public Highschool in Trip city, since Ryte industries has its roots in the town, and Maxwell's parent's wanted some sort of a connection with the common folks. So, a popular, manipulative, rich, asshole, who's being nice because his parents said to.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: Hello \| From: [email protected] >>>Hey, S. There's something fishy going on in the LSS (Last Standing Server). I know, a lot of stupid myths like Bigfoot and other conspiracy theories stem from there, but there's a user that we can't track. No IP, no nothing. The single information he posted is rather odd. We're sending a small group to see if it's a prank. I'll keep you updated if you're interested.</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart Stella Blackhart From: [email protected] Subject: Hello >>>Hey, S. There's something fishy going on in the LSS (Last Standing Server). I know, a lot of stupid myths like Bigfoot and other conspiracy theories stem from there, but there's a user that we can't track. No IP, no nothing. The single information he posted is rather odd. We're sending a small group to see if it's a prank. I'll keep you updated if you're interested. 'Interesting.' She checked her Iphone while walking to her school. To: [email protected] Subject: I'm interested. Give me more detail. Send... She then proceed to read another message, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Finally.. School was out. Maxwell waved off the group of girls that stuck around him after school. Though, he did promise to go out with some girl named Samantha on Saturday. As he was walking towards the limo parked in front of the school, his phone vibrated in his pocket. A text message, from his parents. He gritted his teeth angrily as he read it. "Maxwell, we would like you to go to a local deli, Charlotte's Deli, and set up some sort of positive relations with the owner. We are discussing the viability of buying the establishment, and converting it into a restaurant chain. Jeeves has been directed to drive you there after school, so, just go with it." Maxwell was infuriated by the message, though, it was a bad idea to get angry in public. He shoved the phone in his pocket, and got into the limousine. Jeeves closed the door, and walked back to the front, sat down, and began to drive. "Just my luck." Max muttered under his breath.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Repeating the drink order back as he wrote it. "One lemonade, two milks, and a coffee. Would you like creamer with that?" He glanced and noticed the one in the hoodie. He was about to greet him but it appeared that he wanted to left alone. It looked like he was headed to the bathroom. Not that unusual. There was the occasional person that just came in to go. Dropping that the brief distraction was over and he waited for the answer from Arran.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: Thanks \| From: [email protected] >>>I had some backups delete all traces of the e-mail you just sent-- you know the one. Or at least, we tried. You can never tell with the internet. We still have the document though but we'll have to attack them later because they knew we were coming. Unfortunately we might even have to redo that program by then. Please don't put in the subject header obvious keywords like that again. The big man upstairs has an easier time finding us that way.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ummm……" Arran looked at the boy, "Sure I guess" Before Luke pulled her attention away saying something along the lines of; "Arran, hey Arran, did you get me a coffee? When can we record the piano part? Do you think it will sound good? I'm hungry, can we get some food?" Arran grinned, "Yes, no, tomorrow, probably, maybe." And Luke looking a little puzzled sat down to work out what she had meant. Glancing round the shop Arran saw a boy cuddling what to her looked like a doll. This intrigued her, most boys wouldn't do that, and certainly not in public. The boy himself looked kinda young, round her age, with black hair and dark eyes she could just see. The boy looked lonely, Arran knew that expression well, it was similar to the one she often used to wear. Excusing herself from the table, Arran wove through the shop, before pulling out a chair and plopping down opposite the doll-cuddling boy. "Pardon the intrusion," she said before she'd even finished sitting down, "It's just that lot," she gestured to her group of three, "are idiots, and you looked kinda lonely." She leaned her chin on her hands and her elbows on the table."I'm Arran by the way."</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander looked at the girl sit in front of her where his face turned immediately red as he was caught, in a more "direct" way, cuddling his plushie. He pushed Flandre a bit to the side before speaking to her, a bit shy after being caught cuddling his doll. "Oh...hello...Arran...I'm Xander..." He said, his eyes trailing away from her a bit. "Haven't I seen you before, in school I mean? I'm guessing youre in a band..?" He asked, his eyes wandering off a bit more as to look for Daniel with his sandwich before looking back at the girl. He was still red, as his "sessions" had never been interrupted by anyone, lest he was attracting attention for a fight. He supported his head with his left hand, his arm up with the elbow supporting the arm as to support his head. His right hand always seemed to trail off towards Flandre, which he stroked the doll's dress or hair whilst talking. He made no comment about implying his lonliness, despite it being true. (Flandre Plushie he's cuddling)</s> <\|message\|>v Arran took off after that slightly amusing response to her colleague. After a chuckle Daniel handed everyone at the table menus with one extra where Arran had been sittinf. "I'll be right back with your drinks." Heading back and behind the counter he first checked when the last pot of coffee was made. It was this morning so he started a new brew, making a mental note to inform the table. Pouring all the other drinks he picked them all up without a tray and headed back. " Here we are. And the coffee will be ready in a couple minutes. I just started a new pot." Not knowing who wanted what he had pretty much placed all the drinks in the middle for them to sort out. His attention was drawn to the back window as an order was called out. Making a B-line back he pulled it down, checked the food to make sure it was correct, and took it out. Making a round he dropped off the orders he had before coming back to Xander's table with his sandwich. "Here we are. The Italian. May I get you anything else?"</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran grinned slightly as Xander turned red and tried not look at her. At the question about school though Arran laughed outright, "Nope, I don't go to school, haven't for threeish years so if you've seen me it's been with those idiots or wandering round the city… Although I guess you could have seen one of our few videos?" She gestured at the boys replaying the song yet again, how many times could they listen to that thing anyway? "Yes we are a band, although not a very famous one, we do music videos and post them online, but we've never done something live unless you count a talent show back when we were six." She was watching Xander; even though he had been embarrassed, probably about being caught cuddling that doll, his hand still strayed to touch it. Her curiosity catching up to her Arran nodded at the doll and said; "Please excuse my sounding like and imbecile; but who is that, and what is she from?" but before Xander could say anything the boy who was serving laid a plate with a sandwich in front of Xander and asked him if he wanted anything else. With a sudden thought Arran quickly said, "Have you served my noisy lot their drinks?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart sigh The girl moved her finger slowly, and replying the text, To : [email protected] Subject : none We'll atk them tmmrow. I'm busy now. Send... The girl then proceed to read her third e-mail, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] >>>Investors are diving into the new world era. Holographic technology is the wave of the future! Find out which company to invest in with one easy payment of $100 or 20 easy payments of $10, or 2 bitcoin! That money will be just a penny in comparison if you find which investor to place your future in!</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart "Spam." She deleted the mail. She arrived at school. "Stella...!!" A young girl called the long haired girl. "Noel...!!!" Stella replied her greetings. Stella face filled with smile and laugh. The girl, known as Noel approached Stella and started gossiping about her boyfriend. The long-haired hacker can only laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel, "Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth. He resumed conversation with Arran, "Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress. "Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said. He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention. She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Nodding to Arran's question. "Everything but the coffee. I needed to put on a new pot." Another order was in the window. "Please excuse me." He headed back and continued moving and taking orders. He wasn't the only one on the job, but the influx of people meant that they were all busy. He greeted people as they walked in and talked with s few of the regulars where he could. Sometimes he wished that the deli wasn't located in such a busy area. But of the flip side if it weren't then it could be boring and would not be nearly as fun and he wouldn't get the same amount of hours. For sure there were days where he'd rather stay home and kill time. He'd gone back to watch the old episodes of Sailor Moon. That was his usual MO. Watching things way after other had seen them. There were a few current shows he kept up with but most he just missed completely.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"</s>	<\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.</s>
<\|description\|>Maxwell Ryte Age: 15 Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Green Height: 5'8" Body Type: Given that Maxwell is rather rich, he has to look it, he isn't extremely muscular, but he looks a bit better than average, basically he' s a rich pretty boy. Other Information: Maxwell is the son of Mary and Jason Ryte. They happen to be the owners of Ryte Industries. You've probably seen the Ryte logo on something, considering the company does everything from Construction to fast food. Maxwell is rather manipulative and egotistical, though he hides his natural tendencies to be a selfish dick by acting like a nice, respectable rich kid with good looks, to preserve the image of Ryte industries. Maxwell puts himself above everyone else, just because he has money, good looks, and brains. Maxwell resents his parents in a way, since they value the image of their company over their own son. He was forced to go to a normal public Highschool in Trip city, since Ryte industries has its roots in the town, and Maxwell's parent's wanted some sort of a connection with the common folks. So, a popular, manipulative, rich, asshole, who's being nice because his parents said to.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel, "Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth. He resumed conversation with Arran, "Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress. "Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said. He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention. She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Nodding to Arran's question. "Everything but the coffee. I needed to put on a new pot." Another order was in the window. "Please excuse me." He headed back and continued moving and taking orders. He wasn't the only one on the job, but the influx of people meant that they were all busy. He greeted people as they walked in and talked with s few of the regulars where he could. Sometimes he wished that the deli wasn't located in such a busy area. But of the flip side if it weren't then it could be boring and would not be nearly as fun and he wouldn't get the same amount of hours. For sure there were days where he'd rather stay home and kill time. He'd gone back to watch the old episodes of Sailor Moon. That was his usual MO. Watching things way after other had seen them. There were a few current shows he kept up with but most he just missed completely.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.</s> <\|message\|>v "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli." Daniel called out as Maxwell entered. "I'll be right with you." Taking dishes back to the busing station in the back he washed and dried his hands before heading back out and over to the newest guest. "Alrighty, what can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander repeated about what he said, who Flandre was and where she came from. "She's my fourth favorite character from the franchise." He says, before picking up Flandre again and petting the doll's head with his clean hand. He left her on his lap, using his other hand to eat his sandwich and drink his water. Though, his eyes shot towards the new person in the Deli, he seemed to bear his teeth upon sight of this fellow. Xander didn't like that type of person, at all, he could tell by how they walked, acted, and dressed. He eventually turned his gaze back to Arran and continued to pet his plushie.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander smiling slightly. "Mhim, I can see that" she said, smiling outright. "Personally I don't think I'd be brave enough to cuddle one of those in public, if I had one to cuddle." Arran thought about it for a second, "Well I do have my teddy, but to cuddle him I'd have to have him." She frowned for a second, remembering her teddy flung haphazardly across a half-made bed. "Wait… did you say fourth? Than who's the first three? Not that I'd know them if you told me, but I still wanna know!" She perked up there, grinning again; anything to stop the calling spiral into despair, and if there was any day she had to keep floating, it was today. When someone walked into the deli Xander had bared his teeth, not the most obvious gesture but one Arran had picked up anyway. Glancing at the boy who had just walked in, and was looking at his phone, Arran noticed he seemed rich, the sort of rich Arran had lived amongst before, the sort of rich Ben was, the sort of rich that for the most part she hated bitterly. Scrunching up her face Arran could feel the anger building, bubbling up inside, rising, and taking over, an explosion primed to blow. She had to squash it; she had to squash it now. Normally she dispersed her anger or despair with music, loud and fast, the words painting how she felt in bright colours on her heart. Taking a deep breath Arran reined in her anger, calming down, reminding herself that here and now was not the time, and anyway; as far as she knew the boy who'd just walked in wasn't like the rest, it was always a possibility.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Huh, no one's ever been really interested in my plushies.." or me.. He muttered afterwards, a bit more sad when saying that to himself. "First favorite is Cirno, she's an ice fairy, second favorite is Remilia Scarlet, Flandre's big sister, awfully close to first place, and third is Suwako Moriya, goddess of the Moriya Shrine." He said, bringing up his phone and showing pictures of the three, as well as Flandre. Remilia Scarlet Flandre Scarlet Suwako Moriya Cirno (Cirno is in my signature and profile picture, but here you go) "Erm....yeah....the games have no male characters what-so-ever, but they're pretty great games..." Xander said his redness on his face returning.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE When you're like me, Arran thought, you gotta have something to be interested in, even if it was a random person who'd piqued her interest. Xander showed her pictures on his phone of the characters he was describing. All pretty girls. Arran grinned, "No boys what so ever? Sounds like heaven. …Unless of course you're me and don't really like girls." She thought about if for a second, "Although I guess if they're from a game than they are probably better than real life." She was smiling sadly again. Today was a good day; as of yet she hadn't yelled at anyone or disappeared to sob, or rage somewhere. Not to mention Xander was interesting, and for Arran interesting was always a good thing.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The girl, whom Sophia now knows as Renee, shook her hand, answered her apology then asked her a question. "Yeah, I'm a regular. I come here often to buy books, stationery, and other things. Though I also just come here to read," she replied Renee's question, grinning wide remembering the frequency of the last part. "I'm guessing this is your first time here? I've never seen you here before," Sophia asked.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "From what I've seen, yeah, they're better than real girls...maybe cuter too..." Xander says, rolling his eyes somewhere else as to try and prevent and ease his emabressment. "Anyway, besides being in a band, what else interests you, hm?" He said, his now focused on the pretty rich boy, seeming to stare at him for a while. He only cuddled his plushie even more, as to attract attention to himself, though this time on purpose, what was he planning?</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "What else interests me? Hummm………" Arran thought about it, "Well Music, obviously. And I guess, reading, cooking, and wandering. I quite like sport, but I don't really play any, Horse riding's fun but I can never control the horse so I don't really bother. Watching movies, as long as there's no romance. I quite enjoy doing a lot of things, but mostly I do it by a moment at a time basis, if it interests me right then, then, I am interested by that. Sad, I know, but it works." She frowned. "And you." She stated bluntly, "Right now you interest me. You cuddle her" she nodded at the doll, "In public, but then are embarrassed for being caught. You look lonely but haven't admitted to it, and you don't" she paused here for a second "seem to like rich people." Arran gestured slightly to the boy Xander had been staring at. "Not to mention, you didn't seem to mind overly much when I just dropped in at your table."</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "M-me...?" Xander said, a bit curious before hearing Arran out, and then replying to her statement, quite annoyed. "Ay! Wait right there! First off, I am NOT lonely!" Xander said, obviously denying it as he looked at Arran in a sort of anger, sadness, and annoyance, he beared his teeth, clearly not liking to go on this subject. "Second of all, I don't CARE what people think about me cuddling Flandre-chan, I was SURPRISED to find somelne directly 'catching' me." He said, this was half true. "You could call me 'friendly' if you're wondering about how I don't overreact to you sitting here. And last but not least; I don't care if you're rich or poor, I care about how you ACT, and I can tell by looking at him that he may be another wimpy snob who can't hold himself in a fight." He said, letting out a sigh of annoyance upon finishing. The last few words he said were unusual, coming from a boy who cuddled his plushies in public.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ok, Ok, Ok, don't get your knickers in a twist." She threw up her hands "You better accept it when someone approaches you offering to be a friend. They don't come often and when they do they stick around. It's not fun being lonely, I should know, and If you want me to find you interesting for you, I'll have to know you for you." And here she smiled sadly, "Most people only see what's on the surface, and I admit I'm one of them, but I try, I do try." She could see how he had miss read her intentions but couldn't work out how to fix it, a single tear leaking out her eye she pushed the chair back, "Thank-you for your time, I'm just going to excuse myself." Flicking her head to clear off the tear, she headed to the bathroom, trying not to burst into sobs, It wasn't Xander's fault, she simply was too emotional, it was too easy tip her into this state. Running the tap she looked at herself in the mirror, a lonely girl who just wanted out.</s>	<\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell put down his phone and looked towards Daniel. "Oh, I'll just have a water, please." Maxwell caught some weirdos staring at him a bit, though he was used to this. Who didn't want to look at the best guy in the room? Though, Jeeves usually watches for any "unwanted attention" from a distance.</s>
<\|description\|>Caerulea Vollständig Alias: Kryos Age: 18 Power: Cryokinesis - The ability to slow down the movement of atons/particles in matter to alter their temperature, producing cold temperatures. Limitations/Weaknesses: -Her power also acts on her emotions, so even the slightest bit of emotional instability (e.g. when irritated) will cause her to unintendingly use her powers. Therefore she mostly stays away from people to avoid conflicts. -She feels cold all the time Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Lilly Moore Glancing up at the door Raven's wings twitched, spreading slightly before settling back between her shoulder blades, the black feathers glistening in the artificial light. The room was large, but simple; four walls all plain off-white with no windows to be seen. This was the 'Muta-Gen Project' section of the building, so the walls were thick and soundproof and there was no natural light or a single window to be seen in the entire section of the building. This was the recreational room of the section; it had two single white doors reinforced with steel; one led to a small bathroom and the other to a hallway that led to the other living areas. A group of New-Ins were due today. At least she guessed they were, it was always a little hard to tell in here, what with everything being controlled by external forces and no real light to tell when time passes so the schedule was the only thing she had to go off. She had lost count of the days she'd been here, had no idea what day it was, month, year even. She had no idea how old she was anymore. Glancing over at the corner she grimaced slightly, unsure what was worse; to remember the outside world and have a chance to miss it, or to never know that freedom at all. She'd never heard the small girl in the corner speak, so only knew her as 'Sabrina' which was what a lot of the guards referred to her as. As usual she sat in the corner quietly, drawing strange pictures at a little table that had been set up for her. Apparently she was a psychic, again all this was just things she'd picked up from bits of conversations, she'd never actually seen her use any of her powers but had mostly given up on trying to talk to her. She only ever got the silent treatment or nods and shrugs. She couldn't really hold it against her though it must have been hard growing up in a place like this. The door opened and she looked up again, glancing over the new arrivals. Standing up she walked over to them, her wings extending very slightly as she walked. It was a small group this time, four all fairly young looking adults. Stopping in front of them she smiled gently. "Hi, look I know it's probably not much consolation for all you've gone through but I wanted to welcome you to the project. My name is Lilly, but most people around here call me Raven for fairly obvious reasons. If you need anything, have any questions; feel free to let me know. I was one of the first arrivals here, so I am used to getting New-In's like yourselves settled in. Oh… sorry New-In's is the word we made up for newbies. Sorry about that."</s> <\|message\|>Johnathan Amyas "Call him Sanguine." "Why?" "By definition, the word means a 'blood-red' color. And after what we've seen him do, what we've made him do, it seems appropriate." "Should we give him any medication? He's gone several days without anything and his powers are fairly limited at the moment. Aren't you afraid that he might die?" "He's lasted this long. A couple more days won't kill him. He's strong." John shivered profusely; his arms shaking, sweat dripping off his brow, eyes completely bloodshot. He couldn't struggle, there was no point. The bright white light of the room he was in burned his eyes, made his head want to explode, every sound was the volume of a freight-train. The cold, metal table he lay on send pricks of cold up his naked torso; it would have offered relief if it wasn't so uncomfortable. While he waited his mind attempted to recall anything beyond the last few days. The last thing that he remembered was waking up at home, having breakfast, getting ready for work, and then answering his front door. Then he woke up somewhere and had no idea about what had happened. He only remembered… Pain. Whoever was doing this to him really wanted to know what made him tick, really wanted to know how he could do what he did. He'd never had so much blood taken from him at one time, and with his anemia, drawing too much blood was never a good thing. They'd pumped him full of vitamins and electrolytes and all kinds of other drugs but nothing to satiate his hunger; he was, quite literally, starving. They'd taken to calling him "Sanguine" which, after he heard two people talking about it, he found quite fitting. He would have even found it enjoyable if his brain wasn't being poked around in. This went on for, what he could only assume, days but it could have been even longer. Eventually he was moved, on a gurney no less, to a room where he was instructed to put on bright white clothing. He felt like a test subject. But at this point he basically was. He was then guided out a doorway into a brightly lit, off-white, corridor occupied by 3 other people. He didn't make eye contact, believing it was some sort of test and if he screwed up he would have his brain prodded again. The walk seemed, to him, go on forever. Every step he took was like a hammer to his temples, his heart pounding in his chest – and not by his own accord. The hallway came to an end at a reinforced metal door. 'Another holding cell…?' He thought. The door clicked open and buzzed, the sound was torturous on his ears and it made him almost keel over in pain. It opened up into another brightly lit, off-white room. From what John could tell, there were only two other people in the room: a young girl, curled up in a ball in the corner, and a woman probably not much younger than himself. The startling feature of the young woman, which he refused to believe because of how he was being treated, was her massive black wings that twitched as they entered. He glanced to his right, feeling the whole world swim around him. His head was heavy; it reminded him of being drunk on whiskey except this wasn't nearly as enjoyable. Come to think of it, neither was being drunk on whiskey. "I know it's probably not much consolation for all you've gone through but I wanted to welcome you to the project." The woman said. "My name is Lilly, but most people around here just call me Raven for fairly obvious reasons…" John tuned her out. 'Great…another cheerleader.' He thought. It hurt to think and trying to interact with anyone and formulate words would be futile. He stumbled over to the right of the room, trying desperately to find a wall to grab onto. He felt the side of the wall and tried to lean up against it but he misjudged the distance and tumbled to the ground. He thrust his arms out in front of him and managed to stop himself from falling completely to the ground but his weight was too much for his weakened state. John collapsed on the off-white floor and proceeded to pull himself along the ground the few inches that he had missed and leaned up against the wall. 'Oh shit…' He felt his stomach churn, his whole world spinning. John expelled what little was in his stomach onto the floor beside him, which wasn't much seeing as how the only thing that had sustained him over the past…well…however long, were liquids. Strangely, he felt better after vomiting, but not by much. He felt good enough to speak even just a little. "Food. When do we eat…?" He said weakly.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Williams "Do you know how hard it was last time to get him still?" "No, but now I know. Edward is a feisty bugger." "No, don't use his real name. It'll start getting personal after awhile. Call him Blur." "Why? He'll sound like a superhero or something." "Call it Blur, because that's all we can see when it gets serious and so the others will know to be careful around him." "Look, he's awake now." "Gas'em, we'll give it another sedative before we can move it." Edward suddenly felt even dizzier, his already blurry vision left him as he slowly lost consciousness. After what seemed like a short nap, the kind he would have during school, he awoke to find himself being nudged into a hallway. He knew the medication or whatever chemicals they had given him had already worn off, or were losing their effectiveness. Making his way through the door at the end, along with the others, he entered another white room. A white room? Am I in an asylum? In no time at all a winged girl approached him, or rather the group, and greeted them attempting to give them a warm reception. "The project? So you do you know what's going on? I don't remember much aside fro.." Edward was interrupted as another person in the group began to vomit onto the floor, the boy jerked himself further away from him as he expunged his previous meal, the man on the floor then weakly asked for food. Feeling his own stomach rumble slightly Edward couldn't help but sympathize, although he was slightly disgusted by the vomit on the floor he carefully attempted to lift him up. "I'm with him, when does lunch come?" Edward asked as he gingerly reached out to the man.</s>	<\|message\|>Caerulea Vollständig "Impressive, she survived." "What did I tell you? Kryos is strong. Her will seems to be playing a part too." "Shouldn't we give her a break? She's been really cooperative." "Well, I suppose so. Send her to the recreational room, then bring in another subject. Oh before that, reward her with some glucose injection. It's been five days since the last one." The freezing cold water in the cylindrical water tank was drained, causing her to be sprawled across its base. The transparent glass door opened, and two men in lab coats pulled out the oxygen mask on her face and the waterproof wires that were attached to her body. Caerulea was then given a towel to wrap around her cold, trembling, and naked body. She did so, exhaustion evident in her movements and expression. She was panting, and her breaths formed mists as they came out of her mouth. Over the past few days, she might have adapted to the freezing temperatures of the water they submerged her in, but being in there for the past five hours made her exhausted still, plus the fact that her energy was all spent long before. They had experimented on her ever since she was brought here, the experiments mostly based on cold temperatures. They had also taken blood samples and studied her brain, all without giving her any food. They did inject some glucose in her at some point, but that was it. There was plenty of water, though. She didn't resist as she thought it was useless, and would only waste her energy. With that, she was injected with some glucose and given some bright white clothes to wear, then guided out of the room to a corridor where there were three others who were also guarded. They led them to a white door reinforced with steel, which Caerulea figured was the one leading to the recreational room. The guards opened the door, ushered them in, then closed the door shut. She and the others were greeted by a woman looking some years older than her, smiling and introducing herself as Lily. She was surprised at the raven wings that slightly extended as Lily greeted them. Glancing around the large, white-painted room, Caerulea saw another girl in a corner, sitting at a table and drawing something. One of the people who were with her vomited out some liquid to the floor, causing her to scrunch up her nose, but she knew that he had probably gone through a lot too. One other person who was also with her before reached out a hand to the man to help him up, and said something about food. "Yeah, I'm sure we'd all like to eat. Do they serve food here? Also, we're in a project?" She questioned.</s>
<\|description\|>Leneas Solomon Gender: Male Age: 17 (20 in the original timeline) Race: Half-Human, Half-Demon Appearance/Image: He's 1.60 metres tall. Bio: Previously a fun-loving member of the village guard, the demon invasion turned him into a hardened warrior and the leader of the human anti-demon Alliance. He led a group of heroes into a suicide mission to save the humanity from the demon invasion, but saw all his friends die, and he himself would only triumph over the demon lord by barely an inch. He's the son of a demon/human pairing, and brought up for a while in the demon lands, so he's somewhat aware of how demon cultures work. Personality: TBC</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas stared at his left arm. It laid beside the corpse of the Demon King, and he had to turn his head to the right to see it. He had won. They had won. Even though they had lost so much. Cassarah and Raine died together at their last stand upon a bridge against their demonic pursuers. Sam took a fatal hit meant for Leneas, and was irreversibly damaged. Jochi ran out of arrows, and was forced to improvise with melee weapons. Unfortunately, he did not survive. Leneas stared upwards at the Demon King's throne, smiling. Perhaps in his dying moments, he started to see things that weren't there. A glow, coming from the throne. Was it a ball of light, he wondered. He stared at it as it approached him, floating soundlessly in the air. In better days, he would have reacted. He would have asked Cassarah for her opinion, and attempt to analyse it on his own. But in the final minutes of his life, he just closed his eyes. They won. Everything ends. ----- The ground suddenly felt softer. Even a little bit bouncy. Leneas raised an eyebrow even before his eyes opened. A wooden ceiling, soft sheets upon a cosy bed, and... was this his room? In his house? Leneas got up and stared. Dying dreams were getting realistic. Everything was there, in its usual spot. A painting of him and his mother, smiling together hung on the wall. He recalled the day he had to run from his hometown of Arcus. When everyone was dead or dying on the floor from the demons that attacked, snatching this painting from the wall was all he could do. "How cowardly. I think this painting's here just to remind me of my failures," Leneas laughed cruelly at himself. When the demons attacked in proper force, slightly less than 2 years ago, the villages on the border fell like dominoes. Arcus was no different, and even the Duchy of Savoyard fell too quickly. Even a hastily formed alliance between Ishgardia and Loris barely held the line. The door opened, and a young woman looked in. "Brother, why are you crying?" she asked. Brother? The girl standing at the door was Kelli Solomon. His half-sister. Pure human. Her brown hair and blue-eyes matched his own, and most people called them pure siblings at first glance. And she died at Arcus, too. If this was a dying dream, perhaps the last thing Leneas could do was hug his sister. With tears in his eyes, he rushed Kelli and hugged her. She felt real. Everything felt real. Good enough. "Brother?! Brother?!" she yelped, struggling against his tight embrace. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!" She launched her first to his cheek, shattering his grip and toppling him to the floor. Kelli panted for a few moments, before yelling again. "Give me a freakin' warning next time, you crazy bugger!" Kelli stormed off. Leneas held his cheek in his hand. It stung from the punch. Did dreams hurt? Something else felt off too. He reached to his lower back and touched it. The demonic tail, the one he grew when he was 18 years old, was gone. Did he become human? "No." An opportune glance towards a mirror told him everything he needed to know. "I'm 17 again. Did... I... travel into the past?" ----- Standing at the village gate, Leneas stared hard at everyone passing by. "Leneas, you're kind of on guard today? Did something happen?" asked Lee, the other guardsman beside him. Just as young as Leneas, Lee survived Arcus, and he managed to lead a group of survivors all the way from Arcus to Ishgardia before dying of his wounds. Not bad for a lazybum village guard. Leneas never expected that when he saw the badly injured Lee at the gates of Ishgardia, and even knowing the truth did not help the incredulity of the feat. He recalled an off-handed comment of Cassarah. "I went to Arcus once. 3 years ago. I think I saw your face once, Leneas, but I didn't notice you at the time." Cassarah Vincent discovered the prophecy of the Demon King. That a demon, uniting the demons, would lead an invasion at the head of a massive host against the humans. No one believed her at the time, and she was too late, too. A single month after her prophecy, Arcus fell. He needed Cassarah. He loved Cassarah. But he needed Cassarah, more than he loved her. "Jeez, it's going to be awkward," Leneas mumbled to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Arcus...the village of Arcus...Why did my mother always insist that these kinds of villages are smelly? Cassarah thought idly while she walked down the dirt road through the main street, If anything, cities are worse. Filth everywhere... She stepped over a fresh pile of horse dung reflexively after almost stepping it, momentarily reconsidering her opinion. I suppose there are similarities. Cassarah decided to keep an eye to the ground as well as the buildings around her for further obstacles. She was looking for a wise woman who apparently eyewitness to a large form of demon from a raid decades ago. No one had really gone out of their way to document the demon, so Cassarah had been following its trail for a while. Thankfully, no difficult institutions had caught wind yet. All she would need to do after this was take her material back to Savoyard and add the extra chapter to her secret treatise. It was really a shame that she could not gather more information, let alone see the demons for herself. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that the directions Cassarah was provided to find the wise woman were too ambiguous to follow. She wandered around for too long, wasting much of the day. Once she had looped back to the market for the third time, she sighed and resigned herself to asking directions. There was a guard nearby patrolling for pickpockets that would do. She tapped the man on the shoulder and he turned to reveal a thick moustache sticking out from the front of his helmet. "Can I help you, miss?" He said in a friendly enough voice. "I was wondering if you could help me find a residence," Cassarah said with an impatient frown at her lack of progress today. The guard blinked and nodded despite Cassarah's expression. "Of course, who are you trying to find?" Cassarah managed to cover her surprise at these villagers knowing where everyone is. She wasn't used to small towns. "A wise woman by the name of Sheera? I believe she reads fortunes." "Oh, that old goat? She's got her hovel not too far from here, what you have to do is follow the road until..." The guard continued pointing and gesturing while he gave directions. Cassarah took it all in, but caught the eyes of another pair of guards watching on. One of them in particular seemed to be giving her the strangest of looks. After she had received the information she needed, she nodded curtly to the guard and started on her way. She pulled up her cowl while she walked past the guards. She hoped they had not caught wind of her business here.</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas spotted Cassarah from a metaphorical mile away. She conversed with a patrolling guard, and apparently he seemed to be giving her directions. Even without the words, he was pointing towards the seedy shack that his mother called a shop. Sheera Solomon was a shady fortune teller, and his mother. She apparently adventured in the demon lands a long time ago, and spent a few years in a demonic village with her first son. Himself. Fortunately, his demonic traits did not appear until he became 18. Unfortunately, it meant that no one would listen to him and Cassarah until it was too late. "Lee, I'll be back in a moment," Leneas lied. Well, he probably did. A conversation with Cassarah might take some time. Walking briskly to Cassarah, he popped himself in front of her. "Cass!" he cried out, before instantly regretting that outburst. There was no way he would know her name right now. He didn't even see her face in the previous timeline this day. He just started grinning, if only out of nervousness. "Do you... uh... uh... crap... uh..."</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Cassarah even went as far as to pull on the side of her cowl that was facing the two guards. If she was lucky, she wouldn't be stopped. Her heart sunk and her pace quickened as she heard the footsteps of one of them approaching. She didn't need to deal with this right now, she just had to be on her way to see that damned wise woman. Then he said something that stopped Cassarah in her tracks. Her staff hovered over the ground right before it was going to land again. This was too strange to ignore now. She slowly turned her head, one eye spied the guard with brow that spoke of equal curiosity and anger. She turned the rest of her body until she saw the man with both her eyes and looked at him with her head angled to one side. She hardly heeded him tripping over his own words as she gave her own response, slowly and with menace. "What did you just call me?" The tip of her staff began to glow faintly as she prepared to flash the guard's eyes to disorient him if he made any sudden moves. The only one who ever called her 'Cass' was her riding instructor. He died two years ago. The guard appeared to be having trouble even speaking at this point, so Cass threw another question at him. "Who the hell are you?"</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas learned an important lesson today. When travelling into the past, he had to differentiate between the types of knowledge he knew from his future exploits and tragedies. This was something he was not supposed to know, and he definitely screwed up by blurting it out loud. Cassarah was on the defensive. Her staff glowed with her signature non-lethal flash spell. "I... I..." Leneas began stumbling over his words, even more so. Cassarah was a fearsome foe, and even as a half-demon, he had trouble matching her in magic. And that was when he was at his peak of his abilities, before the suicide mission. Oh right, his mother! His mother was a fortune teller. Well, she was a hack pretending to be a fortune teller, but he could use her. He sighed audibly and wiped a hint of sweat off his brow, as if he felt a lot safer. "My mother, the fortune teller. Sheera Solomon! She predicted a woman called Cass would see her today! Don't hurt me, please?" said Leneas, before ending his speech in a meek squeak of a sentence. He kept grinning even more nervously, and the sides of his cheeks began to hurt even more.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent "She predic-?" Cassarah let out the rest of her breath and looked away, shaking her head. She had been in contact with the woman via courier message. Mrs Solomon's reputation for being relaxed about the truth was beginning to become apparent. Cassarah sincerely hoped that it was not a bad idea to seek her out. At least the woman didn't tell her strange guard son why Cassarah was there, else she would be running from them or in manacles by now. Still, this guard's behaviour was thoroughly confusing. Was her spell so obvious that he thought she meant her harm? Cassarah decided to lower her staff to the ground calmly, but kept energy in the flash if she needed it. "I'm not going to hurt you, now leave me alone," Cassarah said simply, letting go of her anger. Cassarah turned to leave and her cowl-hidden expression spoke of nervousness while it was facing away from the guard. Please don't follow me, please don't follow me, please...</s>	<\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas had to follow her, somehow. If she was meeting his mother, perhaps he could get some into a more private conversation with Cassarah later. He wrinkled his face as he tried to think of some rationale that wouldn't scare the scholar off. "I'll bring you there, Cass." He popped beside her and grinned. "Don't worry, if you want a private chat with my mother, you've got it." He gestured to the direction of his mother's shop enthusiastically. 3 years of time certainly made him feel younger and more enthusiastic, and it was, at least, a world without a demon invasion yet. He waited in nervous, grinning silence for her response. Hopefully, that response would lack a flash spell.</s>
<\|description\|>Leneas Solomon Gender: Male Age: 17 (20 in the original timeline) Race: Half-Human, Half-Demon Appearance/Image: He's 1.60 metres tall. Bio: Previously a fun-loving member of the village guard, the demon invasion turned him into a hardened warrior and the leader of the human anti-demon Alliance. He led a group of heroes into a suicide mission to save the humanity from the demon invasion, but saw all his friends die, and he himself would only triumph over the demon lord by barely an inch. He's the son of a demon/human pairing, and brought up for a while in the demon lands, so he's somewhat aware of how demon cultures work. Personality: TBC</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas had to follow her, somehow. If she was meeting his mother, perhaps he could get some into a more private conversation with Cassarah later. He wrinkled his face as he tried to think of some rationale that wouldn't scare the scholar off. "I'll bring you there, Cass." He popped beside her and grinned. "Don't worry, if you want a private chat with my mother, you've got it." He gestured to the direction of his mother's shop enthusiastically. 3 years of time certainly made him feel younger and more enthusiastic, and it was, at least, a world without a demon invasion yet. He waited in nervous, grinning silence for her response. Hopefully, that response would lack a flash spell.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent And he's following... The guard's footsteps elicited a small sigh from Cassarah. She figured that this guy was probably just trying to help, and it was likely that her horrid sense of direction would get her lost again. She bowed her head forward and swallowed back a less civil response. "Okay, fine," Cassarah stopped and dissipated her spell without casting it, then looked at the guard without much patience, "Just so you know, my name is actually Cassarah." Cassarah held the guard's look for a few more seconds, glancing down the road and wondering why he still had that stupid grin. "Well, go on then. Take me to you mother."</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon He already knew her name. But he thought that maintaining 'Cass' would make a bit more sense. The new timeline gave him a reason to call her Cassarah now. Calling her Cass felt a little too intimate. He recalled the moments of pleasure, the moment when two were one underneath a starry night. She called out his name, and he called out hers. The name Cass reminded him too much of those times. Even when the images were long gone from his mind, he could imagine Cassarah's entire body, sans clothes, perfectly. And something else also rose when he thought of those times. Fortunately, the armour covered it. Leneas took the lead immediately, mainly so that Cassarah couldn't see and comment on his beet-red covered face. Fortunately, the hovel his mother called a shop was barely a few seconds away. "This way, Miss Cassarah." He paused for way too long when his mother's shop was in sight. Leneas began to think. He had a single year, before his demonic traits would manifest. He would only be humanity's last hope when they had lost everything else. He needed 3 things. Power. He needed to become stronger. In combat and in magic. Leneas needed to be the best, or at least, in the top 10, of both. Training was going to be important. He could still remember the techniques passed on by the masters who considered him worthy, but his youthful, still-human body was likely unable to fully leverage on these. Friends. The friendship and trust of Archbishop Claudius, Jochi and Dame Raine were enough to persuade the remnants of humanity to back Leneas against the demon invasion. Still, their support came too late for any meaningful victory. He needed them by his side, and early, and potentially the support of anyone else who died before they could come to support him. Money. There were things the first two could not buy. With money, he could buy equipment. Weapons. And most importantly, prestige and support. If the people sang his name with praises in a year, he could unite their support and present a united front against the demon invasion. Leneas must have spent at least 10 minutes in silent thought before realising that Cassarah had disappeared into the shop. "W-wait for me!" he yelled, rushing into the hovel. ---- Sheera Solomon was in her early forties, but a few magical tricks kept her young. She enjoyed her semi-youthful looks, but for appearances' sake in a shady fortune teller's shop, she wore a face-concealing shroud and held her illusionary-wrinkled hands above a crystal ball. "Tell me... what you seek?" the ragged voice of an old crone asked, never looking up to face her customers. Even if it was Cassarah.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Paying no more heed to the guard apart from a curt, "Thanks," Cassarah entered the fortune teller's residence and took a quick glance around. It seemed like a cosy place, but it just seemed so...stereotypically mystical. There were a few implements of magic, but many interesting shapes seemed to be mundane artwork. Nevertheless, Cassarah approached Sheera, getting down to business. "Greetings Mistress Solomon," She said in a less entranced tone than most of Sheera's customers were likely to sound, "I am Cassara Vincent, we talked over letters about my research? Would now be a good time to talk to you?" To her annoyance, the young guard bumbled in partway though Cassarah's greeting. She turned her head and shot narrow eyes at him. "Thank you for your help, guard. I need a moment with your mother," she said as if talking down to him. This strange young man was testing her patience.</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon "Oh, you're here!" Sheera's voice perked up as she looked up, and flipped down her hood. "Leneas, Cassarah!" His mother had retained her youthful, though she was in her early forties. The benefits of being a skilled magic user, he guessed. With a grin, she pointed at Leneas. Leneas cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. What did she have in mind, anyway? He didn't know what Cassarah came here for, only that she did. "What you need to know..." Sheera paused, as if for dramatic effect. "My son knows as well! Leneas, tell her everything about Astech!" Leneas gulped. Astech the Great was a great demon general. He was also his uncle, a brother to his father, Lucius. In the original timeline, Astech was one of the great demon commanders that spear-headed the initial invasion. It was only by the efforts of a brave knight of Savoyard that Astech was slain in battle. Sheera stood up, and shooed the two to a side room. Leneas's face turned beet red. The last time the two were in the same room, together... Leneas fanned his face as much as he could, taking a seat at the small table. He smiled the best he could at Cassarah. "So... what do you want to know?"</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent There seemed to be little that Cassarah could do as she was directed into a smaller one of the few rooms in Sheera's home. "Wait, hold on! I thought we were going to talk! Missus Solomon!?" She paid no heed. The door shut behind the two and Cassarah's brow curled worriedly. She placed a hand to her forehead and wondered how this day could diverge any further from what she had planned. "Okay," Cassarah sighed, putting her staff on the counter next to her, finding a seat opposite Leneas, and retrieving some parchment, ink, and a pen from her shoulder bag. Leneas, what a rural name, she thought. When she finally brought herself to look up at him, he was blushing like a forge. People didn't really blush around Cassarah unless she insulted them enough to make them furious. Unless this Leneas character had so much pride that he would explode from Cassarah's regular behaviour, that meant that perhaps he...Cassarah couldn't bring herself to think that far into it. The guy was probably just not used to being around girls. Leneas' question reignited Cassarah's suspicions that the guards were after her, so she was cautious. "Well, Leneas, what can you tell me about this Astech?" Cassarah asked in a tone that sounded less like she wanted to be rid of him and more serious and professional. Leneas' answer would decide whether he actually knew about demons or was involved in a sting to make her admit her business in town.</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas smiled a little bit when he thought about Astech. Not about the future, at least, of the original timeline. More about the past. Astech was a demon that towered over just about everyone, and a man who babied Leneas at every turn. He also taught Leneas how to use a sword and cast spells. "Well..." Leneas's voice trailed off. He wondered if he could mention all that to Cassarah. He didn't even mention that to anyone in his party in the original timeline. "Well..." his voice and thoughts went into the distance, again. Leneas could mention Astech's size, perhaps? His three eyes? His red skin, and ridiculously well-toned body? The horns? The tail? "Well... Where do we start... uh..." Leneas started grinning like an idiot again. A few hours in a nicer, less demon-invaded world, and he started to feel like a complete naive fool again. Wasn't there Cassarah's prophecy? The one that failed to convince anyone until it was too late. "Do you know anything about a demon invasion, Cass? I mean, Cassarah?" he asked. Leneas stopped grinning, though he was still pretty damn sure the awkward expression he had on his face was still too obvious.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent At first, Leneas sounded slow. Frustratingly slow. By the third 'well', Cassarah was about to start being more specific and ask about description, personality, powers, authority and such. Then he went and threw a question right back at her, an odd one at that. Cassarah habitually glanced over to her staff to double check that it was in reach. The only talk of a demon invasion was in some old text that claimed there would be some kind of demon king in ten thousand years from when it was written. Or was it five hundred? Cassarah was never good with the strange numeral system that the demons used. Either way it was nonsensical. Wait, Cassarah stopped herself from beating a hasty retreat, A guard would be far more smug if he wanted a confession out of me. Cassarah angled her head an eighth turn to one side in curiosity. "Demons don't war, they raid," Cassarah admitted, "They don't unite to war. To do that would require a...a..." Cassarah waved a hand in the air, trying to find the word, "A leader. A king. I don't think you would have to worry, Leneas. That kind of thing only happens in stories." Cassarah leaned forward on the table, "Now, I thought we were talking about Astech. Is that a specific demon? A variety you saw? Tell me." Perhaps Cassarah had said too much, but she would be able to get out of there if it turned out to be a guard out for cheap glory. She often didn't check herself when talking about the subject of her research.</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon He cursed under his breath, and his face pretty much made his feelings obvious. Cassarah didn't know. Not at this time. His mind raced through the possibilities of her knowing the prophecy. There had to be something he could do now. A year was too long to wait. Leneas looked at the impatient Cassarah, taken by sudden surprise by his question. This was going to be tricky. He wondered if he could try to guide her thoughts in the right direction. After all, she did mention that she knew something. "I'll make you a deal, Cassarah," Leneas leaned back now, a little more confident. He had a plan. "Show me a particular book in your collection, and I'll tell you everything about Astech." His smug smile became a little more genial as he waited for her response. "I'm related to this just as deep as you are."</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Related to this as deep as I am, what is that supposed to mean? Cassarah narrowed her eyes in confusion and suspicion. Technically, if the guard wanted to lynch her for researching demons, he had enough evidence as it was. Either he was trying to secure physical evidence or he knew more than he was letting on about demons. Perhaps he had read about them as well? Maybe this guard outfit was just a cover for someone in hiding studying in Cassarah's field. An idea crossed over Cassarah's mind that might test this guard's legitimacy. Her suspicious expression unfaltering, Cassarah spoke firmly, "I accept on one condition: Name the book you want right now." Most of Cassarah's resources were back in Savoyard, safely hidden away, but she had three books one her person in her bag. One was a demonologist's reference book with some profiles of common demons and demonic symbols, another was her travel and research journal, the last happened to contain the prophesy that would herald the end of human civilisation, if only Cassarah knew. The book with the prophesy was titled The River of Steel by a long dead scholar named Finnian the wanderer. There were other details in the book that Cassarah was trying to work out while she travelled, but she had skipped over the prophesy as being exaggerated nonsense.</s>	<\|message\|>Leneas Solomon The book was simple. Cassarah spoke so many times of it in the original timeline, Leneas could hardly forget it even if he tried to. "The River of Steel by Finnian the Wanderer. As a bonus, I'll even help you with the demon numerical system." Leneas did not want to mention it, but he found the human system harder to get used to that the demons'. Leneas got to explaining Astech. Leaving out personal details, he described the giant, red-skinned demon as he knew him. A lot of it was guesswork, and could hardly be applied to the broader spectrum of demons Astech was related to, but hopefully, Cassarah would be satisfied by it. 2 hours later, he finished his explanation. With an inward sigh to draw some breath into his parched mouth, he felt the dry sting of air upon his even drier mouth. "Crap, I'm thirsty as hell. Do you want to get a drink, Cassarah?"</s>
<\|description\|>Cassarah Vincent Here's my character as a draft. She's likely to change as the story progresses. Tell me what you think. Did you want to go with the whole 'together in the original timeline' thing? Gender: Female Age: 18 Race: Human Appearance/Image: Cassarah stands roughly 165 cm tall, wears plain dresses on her thin, bordering on gaunt, figure. Her magic is channelled through an ornate ash wood staff that stands as tall as she is. Bio: Cassarah has been a scholarly type virtually all her life. She was raised with a Lorisian family well-off enough to have her nose buried in books and scrolls in every waking moment. She would read about all manner of things; stories, religious texts, history. Much to her parents' dismay, training to become a proper lady and attending social events with the rest of the well-to-do folk was always seen as a chore to be put off. Since the age of fourteen, her marital prospects were seen as something of a lost cause with her reclusiveness. It took less persuasion than she anticipated to demonstrate what she had learned of magic and to be sent off across the sea Savoyard's foremost university. The first year of Cassarah's studies had her excel and become rapidly accepted in the academic community. She seemed to pick up more magic like she had done so in a previous life. After a while, one particularly fascinating subject caught her eye after exploring the vast library. The demon lands. At first, her study was secretive, as the religious influence on the world made demons a taboo subject due to the way they worship. After three years, she was eventually found out. Fortunately, she managed not to get kicked out just yet, but her reputation has been forever stained by the incident and she is shamed by half the academics that she meets. The unfortunate conclusion of the situation is that Cassarah may be one of the few qualified demonologists in the entire realm. That doesn't mean that she hasn't stopped researching in private. Personality: Those meeting Cassarah under normal circumstances would meet a girl who is somewhat quiet and withdrawn. She will talk if she has to, but would rather be doing something else. Cassarah has plenty of patience when she is on her own. When there's peace and quiet, she can fly through hours at utmost efficiency at almost any task she puts herself to. When she does it her way, with her rules, she is unstoppable. Any distraction, though, whether it is a chirping bird, a sweeping broom, or worst of all, a pair of chattering gossipers, puts her at unease. She can't get comfortable and swiftly becomes angry. This means that she tends not to suffer the presence of others for longer than she wants. However, this doesn't mean she is beyond caring. She becomes wilfully passionate about the objectives she sets herself, and seeks to complete them despite what frustrations or obstacles lie in her path. This unfortunately means that she hasn't learned to protect others from her own stubborn wrath, even if they are her friends. Virtually all of Cassarah's other expressions of emotion tend to be locked away behind experiences of scolding parents, maids, and governesses, to the point where she seems cold to most people. It is a mechanism for her to keep focus and control of situations, whether it works or not.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Arcus...the village of Arcus...Why did my mother always insist that these kinds of villages are smelly? Cassarah thought idly while she walked down the dirt road through the main street, If anything, cities are worse. Filth everywhere... She stepped over a fresh pile of horse dung reflexively after almost stepping it, momentarily reconsidering her opinion. I suppose there are similarities. Cassarah decided to keep an eye to the ground as well as the buildings around her for further obstacles. She was looking for a wise woman who apparently eyewitness to a large form of demon from a raid decades ago. No one had really gone out of their way to document the demon, so Cassarah had been following its trail for a while. Thankfully, no difficult institutions had caught wind yet. All she would need to do after this was take her material back to Savoyard and add the extra chapter to her secret treatise. It was really a shame that she could not gather more information, let alone see the demons for herself. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that the directions Cassarah was provided to find the wise woman were too ambiguous to follow. She wandered around for too long, wasting much of the day. Once she had looped back to the market for the third time, she sighed and resigned herself to asking directions. There was a guard nearby patrolling for pickpockets that would do. She tapped the man on the shoulder and he turned to reveal a thick moustache sticking out from the front of his helmet. "Can I help you, miss?" He said in a friendly enough voice. "I was wondering if you could help me find a residence," Cassarah said with an impatient frown at her lack of progress today. The guard blinked and nodded despite Cassarah's expression. "Of course, who are you trying to find?" Cassarah managed to cover her surprise at these villagers knowing where everyone is. She wasn't used to small towns. "A wise woman by the name of Sheera? I believe she reads fortunes." "Oh, that old goat? She's got her hovel not too far from here, what you have to do is follow the road until..." The guard continued pointing and gesturing while he gave directions. Cassarah took it all in, but caught the eyes of another pair of guards watching on. One of them in particular seemed to be giving her the strangest of looks. After she had received the information she needed, she nodded curtly to the guard and started on her way. She pulled up her cowl while she walked past the guards. She hoped they had not caught wind of her business here.</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas spotted Cassarah from a metaphorical mile away. She conversed with a patrolling guard, and apparently he seemed to be giving her directions. Even without the words, he was pointing towards the seedy shack that his mother called a shop. Sheera Solomon was a shady fortune teller, and his mother. She apparently adventured in the demon lands a long time ago, and spent a few years in a demonic village with her first son. Himself. Fortunately, his demonic traits did not appear until he became 18. Unfortunately, it meant that no one would listen to him and Cassarah until it was too late. "Lee, I'll be back in a moment," Leneas lied. Well, he probably did. A conversation with Cassarah might take some time. Walking briskly to Cassarah, he popped himself in front of her. "Cass!" he cried out, before instantly regretting that outburst. There was no way he would know her name right now. He didn't even see her face in the previous timeline this day. He just started grinning, if only out of nervousness. "Do you... uh... uh... crap... uh..."</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Cassarah even went as far as to pull on the side of her cowl that was facing the two guards. If she was lucky, she wouldn't be stopped. Her heart sunk and her pace quickened as she heard the footsteps of one of them approaching. She didn't need to deal with this right now, she just had to be on her way to see that damned wise woman. Then he said something that stopped Cassarah in her tracks. Her staff hovered over the ground right before it was going to land again. This was too strange to ignore now. She slowly turned her head, one eye spied the guard with brow that spoke of equal curiosity and anger. She turned the rest of her body until she saw the man with both her eyes and looked at him with her head angled to one side. She hardly heeded him tripping over his own words as she gave her own response, slowly and with menace. "What did you just call me?" The tip of her staff began to glow faintly as she prepared to flash the guard's eyes to disorient him if he made any sudden moves. The only one who ever called her 'Cass' was her riding instructor. He died two years ago. The guard appeared to be having trouble even speaking at this point, so Cass threw another question at him. "Who the hell are you?"</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas learned an important lesson today. When travelling into the past, he had to differentiate between the types of knowledge he knew from his future exploits and tragedies. This was something he was not supposed to know, and he definitely screwed up by blurting it out loud. Cassarah was on the defensive. Her staff glowed with her signature non-lethal flash spell. "I... I..." Leneas began stumbling over his words, even more so. Cassarah was a fearsome foe, and even as a half-demon, he had trouble matching her in magic. And that was when he was at his peak of his abilities, before the suicide mission. Oh right, his mother! His mother was a fortune teller. Well, she was a hack pretending to be a fortune teller, but he could use her. He sighed audibly and wiped a hint of sweat off his brow, as if he felt a lot safer. "My mother, the fortune teller. Sheera Solomon! She predicted a woman called Cass would see her today! Don't hurt me, please?" said Leneas, before ending his speech in a meek squeak of a sentence. He kept grinning even more nervously, and the sides of his cheeks began to hurt even more.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent "She predic-?" Cassarah let out the rest of her breath and looked away, shaking her head. She had been in contact with the woman via courier message. Mrs Solomon's reputation for being relaxed about the truth was beginning to become apparent. Cassarah sincerely hoped that it was not a bad idea to seek her out. At least the woman didn't tell her strange guard son why Cassarah was there, else she would be running from them or in manacles by now. Still, this guard's behaviour was thoroughly confusing. Was her spell so obvious that he thought she meant her harm? Cassarah decided to lower her staff to the ground calmly, but kept energy in the flash if she needed it. "I'm not going to hurt you, now leave me alone," Cassarah said simply, letting go of her anger. Cassarah turned to leave and her cowl-hidden expression spoke of nervousness while it was facing away from the guard. Please don't follow me, please don't follow me, please...</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas had to follow her, somehow. If she was meeting his mother, perhaps he could get some into a more private conversation with Cassarah later. He wrinkled his face as he tried to think of some rationale that wouldn't scare the scholar off. "I'll bring you there, Cass." He popped beside her and grinned. "Don't worry, if you want a private chat with my mother, you've got it." He gestured to the direction of his mother's shop enthusiastically. 3 years of time certainly made him feel younger and more enthusiastic, and it was, at least, a world without a demon invasion yet. He waited in nervous, grinning silence for her response. Hopefully, that response would lack a flash spell.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent And he's following... The guard's footsteps elicited a small sigh from Cassarah. She figured that this guy was probably just trying to help, and it was likely that her horrid sense of direction would get her lost again. She bowed her head forward and swallowed back a less civil response. "Okay, fine," Cassarah stopped and dissipated her spell without casting it, then looked at the guard without much patience, "Just so you know, my name is actually Cassarah." Cassarah held the guard's look for a few more seconds, glancing down the road and wondering why he still had that stupid grin. "Well, go on then. Take me to you mother."</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon He already knew her name. But he thought that maintaining 'Cass' would make a bit more sense. The new timeline gave him a reason to call her Cassarah now. Calling her Cass felt a little too intimate. He recalled the moments of pleasure, the moment when two were one underneath a starry night. She called out his name, and he called out hers. The name Cass reminded him too much of those times. Even when the images were long gone from his mind, he could imagine Cassarah's entire body, sans clothes, perfectly. And something else also rose when he thought of those times. Fortunately, the armour covered it. Leneas took the lead immediately, mainly so that Cassarah couldn't see and comment on his beet-red covered face. Fortunately, the hovel his mother called a shop was barely a few seconds away. "This way, Miss Cassarah." He paused for way too long when his mother's shop was in sight. Leneas began to think. He had a single year, before his demonic traits would manifest. He would only be humanity's last hope when they had lost everything else. He needed 3 things. Power. He needed to become stronger. In combat and in magic. Leneas needed to be the best, or at least, in the top 10, of both. Training was going to be important. He could still remember the techniques passed on by the masters who considered him worthy, but his youthful, still-human body was likely unable to fully leverage on these. Friends. The friendship and trust of Archbishop Claudius, Jochi and Dame Raine were enough to persuade the remnants of humanity to back Leneas against the demon invasion. Still, their support came too late for any meaningful victory. He needed them by his side, and early, and potentially the support of anyone else who died before they could come to support him. Money. There were things the first two could not buy. With money, he could buy equipment. Weapons. And most importantly, prestige and support. If the people sang his name with praises in a year, he could unite their support and present a united front against the demon invasion. Leneas must have spent at least 10 minutes in silent thought before realising that Cassarah had disappeared into the shop. "W-wait for me!" he yelled, rushing into the hovel. ---- Sheera Solomon was in her early forties, but a few magical tricks kept her young. She enjoyed her semi-youthful looks, but for appearances' sake in a shady fortune teller's shop, she wore a face-concealing shroud and held her illusionary-wrinkled hands above a crystal ball. "Tell me... what you seek?" the ragged voice of an old crone asked, never looking up to face her customers. Even if it was Cassarah.</s>	<\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Paying no more heed to the guard apart from a curt, "Thanks," Cassarah entered the fortune teller's residence and took a quick glance around. It seemed like a cosy place, but it just seemed so...stereotypically mystical. There were a few implements of magic, but many interesting shapes seemed to be mundane artwork. Nevertheless, Cassarah approached Sheera, getting down to business. "Greetings Mistress Solomon," She said in a less entranced tone than most of Sheera's customers were likely to sound, "I am Cassara Vincent, we talked over letters about my research? Would now be a good time to talk to you?" To her annoyance, the young guard bumbled in partway though Cassarah's greeting. She turned her head and shot narrow eyes at him. "Thank you for your help, guard. I need a moment with your mother," she said as if talking down to him. This strange young man was testing her patience.</s>

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<\|description\|>Grane Blauer Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Snake Faunus Grane utilizes two glaives, three-edged throwing blades, made out of material that is able to cut through most objects with ease, save for thick metal and extremely dense objects. While they are usable in close combat, they are usually outclassed by other melee-oriented weapons. He may also decide to have his glaives spin extremely fast, like a buzzsaw, though this comes at an expense of speed. Specialty: Zoner, or in other words, he prefers to keep his opponent close enough to fight properly, but far enough to anticipate and avoid his opponent's attacks. This way of combat is most effective when Rama is able to keep a sustained damage output with his foe. His combat role ideally would be one similar to a guerrilla fighter, to isolate single targets and pick them off. While he is nimble and fast, this is due to the fact he has little to no armor. His scales might block something once in a while, but the more likely outcome is that Grane would have a nasty wound. Thus he is always on the move, as he is incapable of blocking anything. Semblance: Sixth Sense- He can sense the heat of other people/creatures, all without the sense of sight. He can also detect the smallest of vibrations in the ground, enabling him to detect movement or possibly enemy attacks. This makes him extremely aware to any presence close to him, and allows him to potentially predict an attack headed his way. Personality: Grane is generally a sociable enough person. While he is not hostile towards anybody, he does harbor a prejudice against humans, not as radical as the White Fang, per se. Grane does believe humans and Faunus should not integrate and rather, have a segregated society. After all, all evidence up to this point suggests that the two species cannot coexist- at least, in his interpretation. As such, Grane is hesitant to make any type of communication with a human, though he does not mind making friends with those of the human race. While some might say his ability to make friends with humans would debunk his views, Rama sees it as the rare exception, not the rule. Color: Gunmetal Regular appearance of a 5'11 human male, but he has scales around the neck area and some around his arms.</s> <\|message\|>Sand Vespa Unceremoniously almost, the date had changed. Normally, this would have been Sand's first proper day as a student at Beacon, but she had quickly learned that a holiday would take place. She could not complain. Her transfer had taken a turn for the sudden, and some extra time to adjust was appreciated. She had dedicated the previous day to getting her belongings and reporting the results of her final assignment to her superior at Atlas through the CCT. The former, she had mailed over to someone she trusted before heading out, having resolved not to stay return to Atlas by the end of her mission. The latter was handled simply enough, even if her boss had not been particularly ecstatic to hear about her failure to produce any of the items they had requested. Nonetheless, the day had marked a transition. Beyond friendships and acquaintances, she could not truly say she had any other affiliations to her previous school. Tired as she had been by the end of the day, rest was easy to come by, even in the bed of a deceased hunter-in-training, once Grane had cleared away their belongings. Staying in bed had been another matter. Habit had taken over, complemented by a lingering feeling of unease, and Sand had taken off to do her morning exercises before the rest began to stir. Those were done, but the day was still young. For the moment, Sand sat at the waiting room for the school's infirmary, legs crossed as she absentmindedly stared out the open door. Her hair was once again tied in a short tail. The dirtied and torn clothes she had arrived in yesterday had been replaced by a simple grey tank top and dark cargo pants, fastened to her waist with the same thick belt that held her cased weapons at her hips. Her combat boots had been replaced by white running shoes. A small gym bag was at her feet. The casual, relaxed image made her coffee-colored eyes seem merely weary rather than irked. A set of footsteps drew her towards an approaching nurse. "He's awake. Want me to take you to him?" She nodded. "Please." With that, the nurse ushered the visitor into the back rooms. Sand took note of the other occupied beds, presumably other students who found trouble in their own missions, but chose not to comment. Unerringly, she was led to a bed occupied by a bandaged, red-haired boy. The nurse announced the new visitor, then quickly returned to her duties. Sand raised a hand in greeting. "Hey. You look better than yesterday." Which isn't a difficult thing, truth be told. The pitiable condition Robert had been brought back in made her wonder if her intervention had made a difference in the end. Then again, she could not ask for more than his survival. Noticing the chairs near the bed, she pulled one closer and sat on it. Absentmindedly, she wondered if he had been told of her induction into the team. He had been unconscious when Ozpin had made the announcement, after all. Reaching into her gym bag, she pulled out a paper bag and placed it on the nightstand. "I brought muffins," she said simply, by way of explanation. "So?" she asked. "How are you feeling?" Who</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Sunday-Cafeteria Cobwlt was finally released from the hospital after the doctor gave the ok, so the first thing he did was head to the supermarket. He didn't like eating cafeteria food all the time, even if it was heavenly compared to that bland hospital food. Now all he had to do was go to the kitchen and ask to cook the food, it was going to be a busy night. By the time he was finished it was just before midnight as he tiptoed into the dorm. He set the pancakes, eggs, and bacon down on the counter (all in seperate containers to preserve the heat) and went to lie down in his bed. For the first time in a while he fell asleep as soon as he hit the covers. Monday-Dorm Cobalt woke up before everyone and set up the food on the counter, everyone would wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs, Cobalt kicked himself as he had forgotten to get syrup for the pancakes. Next time for sure. Diamond woke up first and the first thing he noticed was the new look. "Nice haircut. You do it yourself?" Blonde looked good on her. Oswald wheeled himself through the door and Cobalt waved hello. "I made breakfast. You guys want any?" He pointed towards the food alongside a couple of disposable paper plates. @Forsythe</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson When Sand entered his room, she found Robert absentmindedly staring out the window. With no other sources of entertainment like a book or video game, he didn't have much else to pass the time with other than conversations with the nurses and any visitors that might come his way. Hearing the door open, the red haired boy turned to face his new team member, giving her a bright smile. The bandage over his head still remained as well as a few of the band-aids that covered the small cuts where the doctors had removed shrapnel from the explosive, but other than that he looked almost normal. "Oh hey, Sand. Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better now," he told her. Seeing her pull out a paper bag, his eyes focused on the object as he wondered what it could possibly contain. "Ooh, muffins? Cool," Robert said, reaching his hand in and pulling out whichever kind was at the top. Quickly taking a bite without first checking what it might have been baked with, the taste of blueberries assaulted his tastebuds. Not exactly the boy's favorite flavor, but he didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings so he avoided making any sort of negative facial reaction. "What'd you ask? How am I feeling? Hmm…" the red haired boy replied, giving the question some serious thought before replying. "Like I said, I am feeling better. Kinda bored though. Not much to do here except rest and mope around. Ozpin told me that I'm no longer leader of the team, but I think… I think I'm okay with that honestly. It's a lot of responsibility that I don't think I was ready for. Sure, I was disappointed at first, but now that I've had time to think, the position seemed to fit better with one of the others. Speaking of which, what are you still doing here? Shouldn't you have gone back to Atlas? Was it Atlas? It was Atlas right?" "It was Atlas," she confirmed with a wry smile. "Was. My transfer papers were approved some time ago. Didn't think I'd arrive at Beacon the way I did, though." Robert nodded along as Sand explained her situation. When it appeared she had finished speaking, he asked, "So what's the name of the team you're on? Maybe we can do some joint missions or something at some point." The girl leaned back, looking at him meaningfully. "Don't know yet, but I think we'll be working together often enough." "What makes you say that?" he asked. She tilted her head. "Just a hunch. Happens that the other members spell R, T and G." "Really? That's the letters for my team too. What a coincidence." Sand's expression remained neutral, but as the words left his mouth the girl's normally stern eyes seemed to sparkle, like a cat that had found a new toy. She nodded knowingly. "Scary, right?" she said in a conspiratorial tone. "Well hear this. G is a faunus, doesn't seem like he likes R much." "Hey, Grane's a faunus too. Pretty sure he's not a big fan of me either," Robert said, still not understanding yet what Sand was hinting at. She hummed in agreement, but continued. "T seems like the calmest of the three. Like he tries to smooth things out between the rest." "That sounds like Trad," he said with excitement. "Yeah. R got injured recently, though, and it's got him worried. He's in this infirmary too." "Sounds like it'd be a good idea to meet with them after you're done talking with lil' ol' me." "Already did, actually. Brought him breakfast and everything." "Did you get him muffins too?" her teammate asked, still oblivious. "Yes. In fact, and listen close because this is the clincher—"The girl drew closer, as if to tell him a secret, complete with discrete looks over her shoulder. "His name happens to be Robert." At this point, Robert was beginning to catch on. Squinting his eyes at her with suspicion, he asked her, "Does his last name happen to be Fallson?" Sand looked at him with dancing eyes. "Amazing, right? What a time to be alive." "Yeah, what a coincidence," the boy repeated, this time with heavy amounts of sarcasm. A pleased smirk broke through her serious expression. "You can be rather dense, you know?" "I'd take offense to that if it probably wasn't true," was his only response as he lied back in his bed and made himself more comfortable. "Welcome to the team, Sand." "Thank you. Looking forward to working with you."</s>	<\|message\|>Grane Blauer With the rest of the team visiting Robert, Grane figured he might as well clear out Delta's locker. Find personal effects to send back to the family; It was the least he could do. Hell, they had been shipped out so fast Delta didn't really lock much up. Made the job easier. The locker was organized well, clean and uncluttered. It was expected for someone with some military background. Then again, there wasn't much to begin with. There was only a duffel bag, some ammo belts, and a pair of binoculars. The ammo belts didn't carry much, so he set those aside quickly. Grane grabbed the duffel bag next, slowly shifting through it's contents. He found an expensive sounding brand of coffee beans, along with some various tools he assumed were for brewing said coffee. Well, in the short hours he knew the kid, Delta did mention something about coffee. Perhaps he'd keep this for himself. A sort of memento to the fallen sharpshooter. A teddy bear was next. For a military sniper, it was a bit odd. But perhaps Delta had a soft spot for stuffed animals. And he was an airhead. A good shot, but still an airhead. Finally, Grane pulled out a photograph. It was Delta, next to a girl he assumed was a sister of sorts. Upon closer inspection, there was some writing on the back of the photo. Hey! Congrats on getting accepted to Beacon! I know dad hasn't been too happy about it, but I'm sure he'll turn around with time. Try and make some friends alright? I won't be around to force you to socialise, so try harder than your usual! I'll miss you greatly. I'll visit you when I can. You can introduce me to your new friends when I come take a gander! P.S. Get rid of that teddy bear. You're dorming now, people won't make friends with you if they see that thing, ya big baby :) Well… Grane figured he should write a letter of sorts. Usually all families got were some copypasted crap that offered little closure. My name is Grane Blauer. We have never met, but I knew your little Brother the best out of his team. You have probably gotten the news about it already. I am sorry. Delta was strange, and quirky, but he was a good kid. I'm not writing this letter simply to offer my condolences, as I am sure you have gotten many of those already. I wish to offer you a little closure on your brother's untimely death. Our team was on a mission to clear a fort. Infiltration was a bust, and we were soon found and ambushed by a sizable amount of grimm forces. Your brother provided overwatch, sacrificing his life so that we could escape with some injured. He was eventually swarmed by the horde, and we were unable to assist. He died a hero. I hope that gives you some peace. Delta's a true hunter in my book. From, Grane Blauer While Grane did twist a lot of facts, or outright lied... he figured it was better that way. He left out the parts where it was probably Robert's fault, and the part where Delta was dragged away before he could do much. At least this way, Delta's family might be able to move on more easily. The last thing they needed was to find a target for their resentment, or harbor more grief that he died for nothing. A harmless lie... or so he hoped. Grane placed all of Delta's personal belongings back in the duffel bag, along with his letter, and placed the duffel bag on Delta's bed. He'd have to call someone down to pick it up. Grane was just glad he wasn't going to be the bearer of bad news. He'd rather face all the grimm in the world than tell someone's family to their face that their son/brother died on his first mission at Beacon.</s>
<\|description\|>Valin Nash Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Slot, his completely ordinary revolver. A brand of revolver that could quite easily be constructed and sold right off the counter in any shop that could legally sell guns. Yep, just his not out of the ordinary gun that he carries around, nothing to really see here. So, with that out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! Now, there are two reasons why the gun is called slot. First, he calls his bullets coins, and pretends the 'coins' are going into the 'slot'. He likes to imagine things. Second, the orderly and simplistic design of his weapon makes it quite easy to add any attachments into his gun, thus, making it so that his gun has tons of slots for add-ons! He came up with that name all by himself. There are several variants of his weapon, all attachments are kept within his light weight pack with other things crammed inside. The base of Valin's arsenal, carrying basic iron sights and nothing else. If Stealth is the name, this is his main. Built to cut down on noise, reduce recoil, and no longer emit muzzle flash. No one will know what hit them if they are the target. Sometimes, the best kill is from afar. The extended barrel allows the bullet to travel in controlled manner than before, which increases the accuracy of the gun. Two items with the price of one! The stock combines both the reliable accuracy of the extended barrel and reduces recoil! Very handy when used in medium range, but less so in close combat. Want to be more stealthy with a handgun? Say no more with these modification! The Silencer combined with the Stock allows for perfect accuracy and minimum recoil with the silent kill looming over the target. Have you ever wished to be a sniper, but only have a cruddy revolver? Well... Look at these things! The combination of these add-ons make for the perfect sniper/revolver. Just one point, aim, and click from far away and the target is dead! Want to go super commando black-ops? These are your modifications, just make sure that you have the time to put all these things on as the amount of add-ons are quite large. And if you run out of coins, use it as a club! Whew, with so many combinations to choose from, how do you make the probability tree even larger? Why, use different coins of course! These coins will just make things more hectic also combined with dust! Just what is this boy thinking? Why does he have so many choices to choose from? Why do I keep talking when I should be explaining the types of coins and dusts? Find out, in the next hider. FMJ - Full Metal Jacket * They normally penetrates through flesh, not used for hunting or self-defense. FMJRN - Full Metal Jacket Round Nose * Used normally for handguns and rifles. FMJBT - Full Metal Jacket Boat Tail * More aerodynamic, long shot bullets OTM - Open Tipped * Better grade FMJ, only slightly better than FMJ. HP - Hollow Point * Default bullet. Greater impact when hitting, stops within body. SP - Soft Point * Alternative to HP, similar to FMJ. Weaker than HP, but still greater than FMJ. Ballistic Tip * Best of both worlds, better than HP and FMJ. Frangible * Softer than most bullets, weak enough to shatter into pieces when hitting a surface. Steel Core * Armor piercing, dangerous situation if ricochets. Tracer * Shows the pathing of the bullet, often starts fires. * Red = Fire * Dark Blue = Ice * Yellow = Lightning * Green = Wind Wow! That is a lot of stuff to handle! Amrite!? Well, nothing that Valin can't handle. He likes being random, or make people think he is random. Either way, with all that amount of variations for guns and bullets. Can't wait to see it in action. Specialty: Fighting style? Well, like many teenagers and young adults inside of the fine establishment, he uses a gun! Revolvers are mainly preferred to be used in short to medium distances. However, with the right set of add-ons can really change the fighting style of the boy and the field around him. So, he prefers to be close to the action, but not too close to be stabbed or slashed at from close combat range. He isn't the best at agility and stamina, but he could hold on his own if necessary. Just not for too long. Semblance: Luck - Just as the name says, his semblance gives him the ability to get lucky. Now, you might be thinking, can't he use that for any type of situation? From getting the right answer on a multiple choice test to getting a girlfriend? Nah, it takes a immense amount of focus and strain to activate his semblance. Valin can maybe use it three or four times for reloading, and any further would be very dangerous for his health. So, he only uses it in life threatening situations. Personality: Valin loves the chaotic life style that he has chosen. Disorder flows through his veins and confusion is the type of aura that he usually gives off to others. He is the type of person that likes to cause trouble for others, be they friend or foe, all are the same to him. So, with that kind of attitude towards people, he doesn't really make friends very often, and many dislike him for his reckless and negative attitude. However, he ignores this all while giving the same crooked smile and chittering chuckles. So, the enigma of Valin can't be broken, very surprising. Or maybe, people haven't tried hard enough to break through that hard shell of his. There could be something under the vast amount of layers of cynicism, irritation, and confusion. Who knows? He might actually just be crazy, you figure it out. Color: Ultramarine Emblem: Placed upon the back of his clothes is the image of a skull with a cross going through the left eye socket. Appearance: Averaging around the height of 5'11, a decent height among growing boys, Valin is usually 5'9 when slouching and most likely very bad posturing for his back. Furthermore, his physique reaches an average of not too skinny or pudgy, he is muscular under his clothes, but most students at Beacon have to be for fighting. However, his handsome body is completely messed up by his attire and grooming which makes him look undesirable. Valin's hair is completely messed up most of the time, it looks like he woke up straight from bed and didn't do anything with it at all. Clothes are usually wrinkled and randomly thrown on, barley resembling any type of fashion. The only things that remains consistent with his appearance is the eye patch covering his left eye, his light pack, and his ammo belt that hangs loosely from his hips.</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops Shiro turned 'round and listened intently as Gren spoke. Giving him the quiet respect of speaking uninterrupted. Raising his gloved hand to his brow, he shielded his eyes from the sun as Gren stood with it to his back. Making it hard for the feline faunus and his sensitive eyes to see him. Sitting down and crossing his legs, Shiro reached behind him and pulled his hood over his ears to help shade his vision. For a moment, Shiro mulled over his friend's words. He was right after all. Every bit of it. Now, Shiro didn't mind telling his comrade what he wanted to know about his past. As long as he didn't pry too deeply to make him uncomfortable. There were things he wanted to at least try keep under wraps, if he could. Otherwise, he trusted Gren. He could easily open up to him and Abel, at least. "O-okay. What do you want to talk about? Shoot."</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia (VGNB) and Sarina Tala Dei (SSC) …Really you two upstand me like that in an entire class… Gratia walking out on her had annoyed Vega to a scathing degree. At least Napoli had the decency to decline her request but she was irked by his request. "Your choice, I will see you later!" Tsk, assholes as she walked out of the classroom and made a brisk pace to the source of the music. -- Vega had caught up with Sarina to the source of the music. Why is their large music playing at this time? Why does not the faculty know about it? "Look" Vega whispered. The pair noticed a boy who fell upon Fullbuster arms who looked to odd to be in Beacon with his tattered clothes. What the… "Let's go." Vega nodded and the two followed briskly behind the students carrying the student. The two then arrived in front of the Infirmary, casually walking up to the three students conversing among each other. "Anything you can tell me about the individual in the infirmary?"</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate The sudden arrival of Robert in Ozpin's office was an unexpected surprise, but from the boy's tone, exhaustion, and troubling words, the headmaster got the distinct impression that something was very wrong. Moving with a surprising haste given his age, Ozpin marched from his office with Robert in disorderly pursuit, and behind him the two new students. Quickly and efficiently he descended the flight of stairs, mulling over the things that the teamless leader had told him. Embodiment, did he say? Where had he heard that before...? On the way, the headmaster told the three boys to leave him and return to their business. "This is school business, no concern of yours. Return to class." His tone made it clear that he would be brooking no nonsense. -=-=- With a loud squeal, the infirmary door was thrown open, and in marched Beacon's principle. Though normally a man to wear a look of casual curiosity, as if some great knowledge lay behind his eyes for students to discover, Ozpin now bore a visage of utter seriousness. He approached the bedside, saying in a quiet but clear manner, "Students, please leave now. Algernon, go with them and continue your class as usual; there's still at least twenty minutes before the bell. Make sure to properly penalize any absentees. Seniors, you have duties to attend to as well." After the math instructor had left with Cobalt, Oswald, and Sapphire, Ozpin stood by the unconscious boy's shoulder. He bent to examine the stitching around the mouth and turned up a surprising conclusion. Judging by appearance alone, it was somewhat elastic, and would stretch to permit the boy to drink and make some facial expressions. As Ozpin watched, the kid turned his odd eyes to look at him. When the air around the headmaster began to move, vibrating at complex frequencies to produce sounds, he listened intently. "Thank...you. Be...ready. The Painter...follows." Through narrowed eyes, Ozpin could see that the air within the boy's mouth vibrated too. Perhaps, he reasoned coolly, whoever did this to him was trying to keep whatever singularity of sound that lay within him from bursting out when his semblance was active. This semblance, in fact, was like nothing Ozpin had ever seen. It seemed to be constantly on, and totally untied to the boy's obviously depleted aura. It was more like...hmm. Semblances derived their name from old folk tales about beings with incredible power over forces in nature, practically akin to magic. Human characters in those stories, seeing these grand magics, labored to emulate them, so producing for each a 'semblance' of the power of the gods. This ability, however, combined with the distinctive tattoo, seemed to lend itself to the idea that it was an 'embodiment' of such power—a projection far beyond that of an ordinary person. To Ozpin's immediate knowledge, this was the first time he'd ever seen such a thing. It was a matter of no small concern, especially if this hyper-powerful kid seemed to be afraid of someone -or something- called 'The Painter'. Now was not, however, a good time to delve into the hardships inflicted upon him. "What is your name?" The air contorted itself to sound out a melodic reply. "Jay..." Ozpin spoke up before the boy could continue. "Don't worry any more, Jay. We will take care of you." Abel Fulgurate "Someone call my name?" Without proper warning, Abel was there. He looked at Shiro, then Gren, then back again, and held up his phone needlessly "Got your message. I followed the people with the kid for a way, but I didn't want to just hang around bein' useless so I came back. I don't know what's up with him. I heard someone saying that class isn't canceled though, so we oughta head back." Shrugging, Abel waiting for one of his comrades to reply, not aware that he'd stepped into a potentially important conversation.</s>	<\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse With that said, a loud banging sound rebounded through the entire warehouse as someone kicked open the door to the warehouse. The harsh sound echoed through the spacious room, and silence soon loomed over the trio of tired soldiers yet again. Footsteps soon echoed through the building, they were light and slow, but somehow it could be heard quite distinctly. Soon, the footsteps started to become more distinct to the ones with excellent hearing, the person filling the shoes was getting closer and closer. Who is this new recruit? How powerful are they? Is the new recruit an adorable girl? All were equally important questions, and soon, all would be answered within the next few seconds. After several suspenseful seconds, all three would notice that the stranger was finally in view, well, at least his shoe. With another large step, the entire body was visible. And... every expectation around him was quickly knocked down. He was short compared to his peers, Violet and Akashi were both around or above six feet tall, and Amber was most likely around his height of 5'11 (5'9 while slouching). Valin also looked like he had just gotten out of bed, one side of his hair was flattened down while the other side was perked up! It actually looked like he used a ton of hair gel to get his hair looking like that. His clothes looked displeasing to the eye as well, it looked like he was working for the mafia, a very poor mafia. Everything he was wearing was wrinkled or worn without wash, was he blind? An annoyed look on his face, he pulled out his cigarette case, opening it with one hand and pulling out one with his mouth. Valin's eyes darted across the three people before lighting the cigarette. The grimy boy pulled the haphazard stick from his mouth, and when it looked like he was going to blow the smoke, he threw burning cigarette into his mouth, and crunched into it. His eyes continued to look around, his posture still looking really relaxed, and Valin continued to chew on the cigarette. With a few more chews, he swallowed the entire stick and gave a sly smirk at the trio, "Already fighting without me?" Valin squatted onto the floor, trying to level himself face to face with the people on the floor and still had that irritating looking smile. "How are you guys and gals doing?"</s>
<\|description\|>Valin Nash Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Slot, his completely ordinary revolver. A brand of revolver that could quite easily be constructed and sold right off the counter in any shop that could legally sell guns. Yep, just his not out of the ordinary gun that he carries around, nothing to really see here. So, with that out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! Now, there are two reasons why the gun is called slot. First, he calls his bullets coins, and pretends the 'coins' are going into the 'slot'. He likes to imagine things. Second, the orderly and simplistic design of his weapon makes it quite easy to add any attachments into his gun, thus, making it so that his gun has tons of slots for add-ons! He came up with that name all by himself. There are several variants of his weapon, all attachments are kept within his light weight pack with other things crammed inside. The base of Valin's arsenal, carrying basic iron sights and nothing else. If Stealth is the name, this is his main. Built to cut down on noise, reduce recoil, and no longer emit muzzle flash. No one will know what hit them if they are the target. Sometimes, the best kill is from afar. The extended barrel allows the bullet to travel in controlled manner than before, which increases the accuracy of the gun. Two items with the price of one! The stock combines both the reliable accuracy of the extended barrel and reduces recoil! Very handy when used in medium range, but less so in close combat. Want to be more stealthy with a handgun? Say no more with these modification! The Silencer combined with the Stock allows for perfect accuracy and minimum recoil with the silent kill looming over the target. Have you ever wished to be a sniper, but only have a cruddy revolver? Well... Look at these things! The combination of these add-ons make for the perfect sniper/revolver. Just one point, aim, and click from far away and the target is dead! Want to go super commando black-ops? These are your modifications, just make sure that you have the time to put all these things on as the amount of add-ons are quite large. And if you run out of coins, use it as a club! Whew, with so many combinations to choose from, how do you make the probability tree even larger? Why, use different coins of course! These coins will just make things more hectic also combined with dust! Just what is this boy thinking? Why does he have so many choices to choose from? Why do I keep talking when I should be explaining the types of coins and dusts? Find out, in the next hider. FMJ - Full Metal Jacket * They normally penetrates through flesh, not used for hunting or self-defense. FMJRN - Full Metal Jacket Round Nose * Used normally for handguns and rifles. FMJBT - Full Metal Jacket Boat Tail * More aerodynamic, long shot bullets OTM - Open Tipped * Better grade FMJ, only slightly better than FMJ. HP - Hollow Point * Default bullet. Greater impact when hitting, stops within body. SP - Soft Point * Alternative to HP, similar to FMJ. Weaker than HP, but still greater than FMJ. Ballistic Tip * Best of both worlds, better than HP and FMJ. Frangible * Softer than most bullets, weak enough to shatter into pieces when hitting a surface. Steel Core * Armor piercing, dangerous situation if ricochets. Tracer * Shows the pathing of the bullet, often starts fires. * Red = Fire * Dark Blue = Ice * Yellow = Lightning * Green = Wind Wow! That is a lot of stuff to handle! Amrite!? Well, nothing that Valin can't handle. He likes being random, or make people think he is random. Either way, with all that amount of variations for guns and bullets. Can't wait to see it in action. Specialty: Fighting style? Well, like many teenagers and young adults inside of the fine establishment, he uses a gun! Revolvers are mainly preferred to be used in short to medium distances. However, with the right set of add-ons can really change the fighting style of the boy and the field around him. So, he prefers to be close to the action, but not too close to be stabbed or slashed at from close combat range. He isn't the best at agility and stamina, but he could hold on his own if necessary. Just not for too long. Semblance: Luck - Just as the name says, his semblance gives him the ability to get lucky. Now, you might be thinking, can't he use that for any type of situation? From getting the right answer on a multiple choice test to getting a girlfriend? Nah, it takes a immense amount of focus and strain to activate his semblance. Valin can maybe use it three or four times for reloading, and any further would be very dangerous for his health. So, he only uses it in life threatening situations. Personality: Valin loves the chaotic life style that he has chosen. Disorder flows through his veins and confusion is the type of aura that he usually gives off to others. He is the type of person that likes to cause trouble for others, be they friend or foe, all are the same to him. So, with that kind of attitude towards people, he doesn't really make friends very often, and many dislike him for his reckless and negative attitude. However, he ignores this all while giving the same crooked smile and chittering chuckles. So, the enigma of Valin can't be broken, very surprising. Or maybe, people haven't tried hard enough to break through that hard shell of his. There could be something under the vast amount of layers of cynicism, irritation, and confusion. Who knows? He might actually just be crazy, you figure it out. Color: Ultramarine Emblem: Placed upon the back of his clothes is the image of a skull with a cross going through the left eye socket. Appearance: Averaging around the height of 5'11, a decent height among growing boys, Valin is usually 5'9 when slouching and most likely very bad posturing for his back. Furthermore, his physique reaches an average of not too skinny or pudgy, he is muscular under his clothes, but most students at Beacon have to be for fighting. However, his handsome body is completely messed up by his attire and grooming which makes him look undesirable. Valin's hair is completely messed up most of the time, it looks like he woke up straight from bed and didn't do anything with it at all. Clothes are usually wrinkled and randomly thrown on, barley resembling any type of fashion. The only things that remains consistent with his appearance is the eye patch covering his left eye, his light pack, and his ammo belt that hangs loosely from his hips.</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy nodded, the throbbing in her head finally receding, granting her enough control over her semblance to force it back down to its absolute minimum level. She pulled the headphones off of her head, muttering a pained "thank you", standing slowly, waiting for her feathers to go back down of their own accord-at the level of fluster she was, they'd likely just spring back up again if she smoothed them. "C-can we get someplace else or find something that'll actually block sound? I don't know what a migraine feels like but that was damn close..." She winced again, closing her eyes tightly. "Silence would be really, really nice right about now."</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops > Class "Let's make a pact..." An unfamiliar voice resonated within memory, causing Shiro to frown in confusion. Shaking his head, he dismissed it. Shiro started to grin, but quickly frowned again when he took Abel's 'psycho' comment the wrong way. "Hey! I'm not psycho...!" He puffed his cheeks out and pouted, but any insult taken dissolved away and he donned his usual bright grin. Looking to Gren, he presented his gloved fist to the two of them. "Deal on going out to eat as a team! I don't know about noodles, but pile enough meat on it and I'll eat it!" He chuckled, thumbing his nose. Ears perking, he pointed a finger at the sky as his team leader came to mind as an afterthought. "Ah, but let's not leave out Sapphire on this bro fest. We'll drag her out to eat if we have to, no excuses! Tee hee..." Math Class > History Class Sighing as he slumped into his seat in History Class, he pulled out the assignment given previously by Professor Fullbuster as homework. Leafing through the papers to skim through what was on the agenda after the day was over, his ears slowly flattened. Depressed, he scoffed in disapproval. "Come on, seriously? One period of torture wasn't enough? Agh..." He hated homework, especially relatively difficult homework on a subject he didn't quite enjoy. He knew the day was only just getting started too. Who knows what else was to come? The thought further dragged his mood down as he realized this. Whining, he let his head hit the desk in front of him with a solid thunk! Sounding like a dying cow, he groaned and complained a little more. "Uhhhhhhhgggghhhh....!" Don't get him wrong, he loved being at Beacon. Just the academics he wasn't too pleased with having to go through. At least Professor Oobleck was an enjoyable and energetic teacher. Watching and listening to the caffeine addict was enough to lift his mood. History wasn't that bad, in Shiro's book. When he paid attention with the rapt interest of a little boy listening to bed time stories, the perspective made the class period a lot more tolerable. Neatly organizing his things and placing them underneath his desk, his eyes wandered. Keeping a look out for...well, he didn't really know.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Well, uh...if we want peace and quiet, we're probably not gonna find it in a class run by Oobleck." Lauren looked from her seated teammate to the power couple, who had by now approached her and Amy. A sudden throbbing in her head reminded her that she'd meant to follow Ben's lead and take something for her throbbing face. That fight had taken a lot out of her, and now that the math class had cleared out - and the throngs of people making their way to history were starting to be let loose - she realized that she felt like absolute dog crap. "I think a mid-morning power nap is exactly what we need to keep Bastille's walls impenetrable!"</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- To History Oswald slowly raised from his seat as math class ended, bringing his nearly empty worksheet to the front of the class and depositing it on Professor Fullbuster's desk with his head lowered. The professors mostly knew what to expect out of him at this point, but the difference was still day and night. Most of the other students, with hard work and study, could catch up reasonably well. Oswald, on the other hand, was stuck nearly seven or eight years in the past academically. The most complex equations he'd solved in the past were PEMDAS questions, and that was pushing it. Following after Cobalt, Oswald tried to shrug off the bitter feelings he was having, but to no avail. This was not going to be a good week, evidently. "Hey, boss. That was pretty fuckin' wild with that kid, huh? I swear, if I ever get my hands on those bastards..."</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Ick. History. Sepia's ear's flattened as she stepped into the classroom. Math had been tolerable enough, as even her scatterbrain could keep up when the information could be presented step-by-step, but memorizing dates and names was not in anyway easy or enjoyable. Do I even remember anything from last year, like, at all? she wondered as she looked around the room for an empty seat. Her eyes quickly settled on a familiar set of ears. Awww ... it's tiger boy. She smiled and walked over to where Shiro was sitting. "So we meet again, friend of the cat-snake known as 'ferret'." she grinned and pointed to the seat on his left. "This one taken?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - History Class His ears perked when a familiar voice spoke to him. Shiro peered over his shoulder to see who it was, an innocent and curious expression lighted in his eyes. "Hmm...I know that voice. I think." Smiling, his tail wagged happily behind him, recognizing his new friend. When you thought about it, it was really quite easy to befriend Shiro. Simply talk to the boy and hold a single conversation with him and it was a done deal. Consider yourself written into his 'Friend Book' "Oh, Sepia!" He cocked an eyebrow, trying to come up with something witty to say. "Yeah, that seat's taken already." Wait for a dramatic pause. "By...you! Shoot, go ahead boss. If anyone protests tell them they can shove it." He laughed, grinning in return. "And come on, I've got a name. Gave you the respect of remembering yours." Shiro teased, settling his head back on his desk with his eyes forward.</s>	<\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin Nash - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin had been leaning against the wall for the last two hours, and he was bored out of his mind. Flipping a random bullet through his fingers, he glanced over towards his supposed teammates. Violet, apparently, she seemed to be the tough and no nonsense type of lady, and just the perfect person for him. There was also unknown standing around somewhere in this warehouse, unknown also being known as 'Amber'. Valin wasn't too sure of him, but someone that doesn't want to reveal their true name is obviously suspicious and hiding something from the entire group, he would figure out his secrets sooner or later. Finally, there was Akashi, he was definitely some type of rich boy. The way he postured himself, the weapon he carried combined with the high-tech ammo, and he heard that the kid had a pretty nice car. Heh heh heh, he could work with this group. So, Valin looked back at his bullet, he sighed to himself before a distinctive sound rang through the warehouse. Valin soon found himself holding his handheld radio by the antenna, he listened attentively to the plan being discussed by the mystery man, but with his eyes unfocused on the walkie-talkie, he didn't look like he was paying attention at all. However, by the end of the debrief, Valin was grinning ear to ear, he knew his role inside of the plan. The grimy boy broke out from his pose, he walked towards to the group with his arms spread out, and he exclaimed to the group. "Oh! I'll be the distracting factor of the group! I'll be sure to play my role as perfectly as possible, so you guys better put your 100% into this operation, mysterious man is expecting the best from us." Valin continued to grin at the group before turning his entire body around by spinning himself with his heel, his direction now heading towards the cardboard box for his equipment.</s>
<\|description\|>Valin Nash Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Slot, his completely ordinary revolver. A brand of revolver that could quite easily be constructed and sold right off the counter in any shop that could legally sell guns. Yep, just his not out of the ordinary gun that he carries around, nothing to really see here. So, with that out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! Now, there are two reasons why the gun is called slot. First, he calls his bullets coins, and pretends the 'coins' are going into the 'slot'. He likes to imagine things. Second, the orderly and simplistic design of his weapon makes it quite easy to add any attachments into his gun, thus, making it so that his gun has tons of slots for add-ons! He came up with that name all by himself. There are several variants of his weapon, all attachments are kept within his light weight pack with other things crammed inside. The base of Valin's arsenal, carrying basic iron sights and nothing else. If Stealth is the name, this is his main. Built to cut down on noise, reduce recoil, and no longer emit muzzle flash. No one will know what hit them if they are the target. Sometimes, the best kill is from afar. The extended barrel allows the bullet to travel in controlled manner than before, which increases the accuracy of the gun. Two items with the price of one! The stock combines both the reliable accuracy of the extended barrel and reduces recoil! Very handy when used in medium range, but less so in close combat. Want to be more stealthy with a handgun? Say no more with these modification! The Silencer combined with the Stock allows for perfect accuracy and minimum recoil with the silent kill looming over the target. Have you ever wished to be a sniper, but only have a cruddy revolver? Well... Look at these things! The combination of these add-ons make for the perfect sniper/revolver. Just one point, aim, and click from far away and the target is dead! Want to go super commando black-ops? These are your modifications, just make sure that you have the time to put all these things on as the amount of add-ons are quite large. And if you run out of coins, use it as a club! Whew, with so many combinations to choose from, how do you make the probability tree even larger? Why, use different coins of course! These coins will just make things more hectic also combined with dust! Just what is this boy thinking? Why does he have so many choices to choose from? Why do I keep talking when I should be explaining the types of coins and dusts? Find out, in the next hider. FMJ - Full Metal Jacket * They normally penetrates through flesh, not used for hunting or self-defense. FMJRN - Full Metal Jacket Round Nose * Used normally for handguns and rifles. FMJBT - Full Metal Jacket Boat Tail * More aerodynamic, long shot bullets OTM - Open Tipped * Better grade FMJ, only slightly better than FMJ. HP - Hollow Point * Default bullet. Greater impact when hitting, stops within body. SP - Soft Point * Alternative to HP, similar to FMJ. Weaker than HP, but still greater than FMJ. Ballistic Tip * Best of both worlds, better than HP and FMJ. Frangible * Softer than most bullets, weak enough to shatter into pieces when hitting a surface. Steel Core * Armor piercing, dangerous situation if ricochets. Tracer * Shows the pathing of the bullet, often starts fires. * Red = Fire * Dark Blue = Ice * Yellow = Lightning * Green = Wind Wow! That is a lot of stuff to handle! Amrite!? Well, nothing that Valin can't handle. He likes being random, or make people think he is random. Either way, with all that amount of variations for guns and bullets. Can't wait to see it in action. Specialty: Fighting style? Well, like many teenagers and young adults inside of the fine establishment, he uses a gun! Revolvers are mainly preferred to be used in short to medium distances. However, with the right set of add-ons can really change the fighting style of the boy and the field around him. So, he prefers to be close to the action, but not too close to be stabbed or slashed at from close combat range. He isn't the best at agility and stamina, but he could hold on his own if necessary. Just not for too long. Semblance: Luck - Just as the name says, his semblance gives him the ability to get lucky. Now, you might be thinking, can't he use that for any type of situation? From getting the right answer on a multiple choice test to getting a girlfriend? Nah, it takes a immense amount of focus and strain to activate his semblance. Valin can maybe use it three or four times for reloading, and any further would be very dangerous for his health. So, he only uses it in life threatening situations. Personality: Valin loves the chaotic life style that he has chosen. Disorder flows through his veins and confusion is the type of aura that he usually gives off to others. He is the type of person that likes to cause trouble for others, be they friend or foe, all are the same to him. So, with that kind of attitude towards people, he doesn't really make friends very often, and many dislike him for his reckless and negative attitude. However, he ignores this all while giving the same crooked smile and chittering chuckles. So, the enigma of Valin can't be broken, very surprising. Or maybe, people haven't tried hard enough to break through that hard shell of his. There could be something under the vast amount of layers of cynicism, irritation, and confusion. Who knows? He might actually just be crazy, you figure it out. Color: Ultramarine Emblem: Placed upon the back of his clothes is the image of a skull with a cross going through the left eye socket. Appearance: Averaging around the height of 5'11, a decent height among growing boys, Valin is usually 5'9 when slouching and most likely very bad posturing for his back. Furthermore, his physique reaches an average of not too skinny or pudgy, he is muscular under his clothes, but most students at Beacon have to be for fighting. However, his handsome body is completely messed up by his attire and grooming which makes him look undesirable. Valin's hair is completely messed up most of the time, it looks like he woke up straight from bed and didn't do anything with it at all. Clothes are usually wrinkled and randomly thrown on, barley resembling any type of fashion. The only things that remains consistent with his appearance is the eye patch covering his left eye, his light pack, and his ammo belt that hangs loosely from his hips.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga Silence enveloped her as she unknowingly slept on, her head remaining on her desk. She had been feeling weary, her entire body aching for sleep. She was still too used to sleeping in the day, and sparring with the bubbly Emmy only wore her out even further. The countless nights she spent awake before she was accepted by Beacon now seemed like an old good memory. The paper ball hit her head. Sangue slowly opened her eyes. "..." ... ... ... "...!!!" The red-haired woman suddenly reached for her head, her eyes widened in surprise. Something just woke her up, and it was not her timer. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anything important happened yet. Nothing. The woman straightened herself. Sangue looked at the paper ball crumpled on her desk, her expression idle, but her eyes still wide. She picked it up. The crumpled thing had woken her up, it seemed. "..." The woman glared at the paper ball in both thankfulness and confusion. She looked up as she held onto the ball. She felt pretty awake now. At least, she thought she was awake now. She needed to take notes, so she needed to stay awake.</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver \| Aura Control Class "And I am Varius", he responded. Jasmine stepped up into position and Varius did the same. It seems she decided to be the one to try the counter first. She beckoned him to strike as the lesson required. "Very well then", he said, dropping into a stance, and then winding up a straight punch, before stepping forward with his aura concentrated into his fist and striking towards her centre, the exact place Jasmine had put her guard. As he predicted, his attack would be repelled by her aura, as he was countered, he adapted his stance with a foot back and absorbing the stagger force into his torso by rotating in response. Though unexpectedly... This was a very effective technique. He wasn't able to fully recover or shrug the stagger off, in fact he slid back a little.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class Advanced manipulation of one's soul, huh? To extend one's own self away from their very body to strike at the enemy, it was honestly a pretty snazzy, yet also incredibly intriguing, manner of combat. What would overexertion do to how someone perceived themselves? How would it affect their personality? It was really some food for thought, and the metaphysics that lied behind it all could be staggering. How did it all work? Why did they have souls? Why could they do the really cool 武术 with them? It was so strange. Yet also so incredibly awesome. Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. His cheery, purple eyes ambled across the room, watching his fellow classmates partner up and get to work with testing out what Teach' had just showed them. It was fun, seeing how everyone's aura worked. The sparks and bright lights of people's souls drew quiet "oohs" and "aahs" from his mouth, his curiosity absolutely transfixed by the sights. It looked really fun, though everyone seemed to have already partnered up, like Boss V with that lynx girl (Jasmine, his mind supplied). Was nobody free? Naoko over there seemed a bit aimless. Maybe he should intervene. Large eyes transfixing themselves at the back of the other boy's head, Taidan's Semblance arm detached from his body, the intangible, invisible essence travelling down the rows of seats towards his fellow member in Team KNVS. It solidified at the hand, and gently began to ruffle at Naoko's greying hair.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – History Class Vega arrived inside history class to seeing most of the seats had been filled. Looking around, she could not find Gratia or Napoli. Napoli most likely skipped class and Gratia picking up the new teammate as the replacement for Bianca. So, she sat down in the back of the class and opened up her scroll to messaging. She sent a text to Gratia. I'm in history class. Are bringing our new teammate? What's the person name? With that, Vega then focused on listening to Professor Oobleck speaking about history. -- Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Aura Control Class Pinpoint counter…hm as Vanhomrigh and Iderson demonstrated. The concept of Aura control was not foreign to Sarina. She experimented with her aura as a weapon before attaining Arbiter/Tormento and her semblance which seemed so long ago though. Pinpoint counter was an interesting concept and she could apply to her semblance defensive capabilities. Her class then went into partners for practicing pinpoint counter. Sarina didn't have any partner as she looked around. Banks had paired up with Gilver and her other teammates were not around. Sarina had a deep curiosity for Varius as she briefly looked at him. When she transferred to Beacon during her 3rd year, other students compared her to him as being similar and some people pressuring her to date Varius and go into relationship with him which she ignored. Either way, Sarina had some interest in knowing more about him since they are part of the same graduating class as she waited for a partner reclining near a wall.</s>	<\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask. His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down. Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy." Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.</s>
<\|description\|>Valin Nash Age: 19 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Slot, his completely ordinary revolver. A brand of revolver that could quite easily be constructed and sold right off the counter in any shop that could legally sell guns. Yep, just his not out of the ordinary gun that he carries around, nothing to really see here. So, with that out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! Now, there are two reasons why the gun is called slot. First, he calls his bullets coins, and pretends the 'coins' are going into the 'slot'. He likes to imagine things. Second, the orderly and simplistic design of his weapon makes it quite easy to add any attachments into his gun, thus, making it so that his gun has tons of slots for add-ons! He came up with that name all by himself. There are several variants of his weapon, all attachments are kept within his light weight pack with other things crammed inside. The base of Valin's arsenal, carrying basic iron sights and nothing else. If Stealth is the name, this is his main. Built to cut down on noise, reduce recoil, and no longer emit muzzle flash. No one will know what hit them if they are the target. Sometimes, the best kill is from afar. The extended barrel allows the bullet to travel in controlled manner than before, which increases the accuracy of the gun. Two items with the price of one! The stock combines both the reliable accuracy of the extended barrel and reduces recoil! Very handy when used in medium range, but less so in close combat. Want to be more stealthy with a handgun? Say no more with these modification! The Silencer combined with the Stock allows for perfect accuracy and minimum recoil with the silent kill looming over the target. Have you ever wished to be a sniper, but only have a cruddy revolver? Well... Look at these things! The combination of these add-ons make for the perfect sniper/revolver. Just one point, aim, and click from far away and the target is dead! Want to go super commando black-ops? These are your modifications, just make sure that you have the time to put all these things on as the amount of add-ons are quite large. And if you run out of coins, use it as a club! Whew, with so many combinations to choose from, how do you make the probability tree even larger? Why, use different coins of course! These coins will just make things more hectic also combined with dust! Just what is this boy thinking? Why does he have so many choices to choose from? Why do I keep talking when I should be explaining the types of coins and dusts? Find out, in the next hider. FMJ - Full Metal Jacket * They normally penetrates through flesh, not used for hunting or self-defense. FMJRN - Full Metal Jacket Round Nose * Used normally for handguns and rifles. FMJBT - Full Metal Jacket Boat Tail * More aerodynamic, long shot bullets OTM - Open Tipped * Better grade FMJ, only slightly better than FMJ. HP - Hollow Point * Default bullet. Greater impact when hitting, stops within body. SP - Soft Point * Alternative to HP, similar to FMJ. Weaker than HP, but still greater than FMJ. Ballistic Tip * Best of both worlds, better than HP and FMJ. Frangible * Softer than most bullets, weak enough to shatter into pieces when hitting a surface. Steel Core * Armor piercing, dangerous situation if ricochets. Tracer * Shows the pathing of the bullet, often starts fires. * Red = Fire * Dark Blue = Ice * Yellow = Lightning * Green = Wind Wow! That is a lot of stuff to handle! Amrite!? Well, nothing that Valin can't handle. He likes being random, or make people think he is random. Either way, with all that amount of variations for guns and bullets. Can't wait to see it in action. Specialty: Fighting style? Well, like many teenagers and young adults inside of the fine establishment, he uses a gun! Revolvers are mainly preferred to be used in short to medium distances. However, with the right set of add-ons can really change the fighting style of the boy and the field around him. So, he prefers to be close to the action, but not too close to be stabbed or slashed at from close combat range. He isn't the best at agility and stamina, but he could hold on his own if necessary. Just not for too long. Semblance: Luck - Just as the name says, his semblance gives him the ability to get lucky. Now, you might be thinking, can't he use that for any type of situation? From getting the right answer on a multiple choice test to getting a girlfriend? Nah, it takes a immense amount of focus and strain to activate his semblance. Valin can maybe use it three or four times for reloading, and any further would be very dangerous for his health. So, he only uses it in life threatening situations. Personality: Valin loves the chaotic life style that he has chosen. Disorder flows through his veins and confusion is the type of aura that he usually gives off to others. He is the type of person that likes to cause trouble for others, be they friend or foe, all are the same to him. So, with that kind of attitude towards people, he doesn't really make friends very often, and many dislike him for his reckless and negative attitude. However, he ignores this all while giving the same crooked smile and chittering chuckles. So, the enigma of Valin can't be broken, very surprising. Or maybe, people haven't tried hard enough to break through that hard shell of his. There could be something under the vast amount of layers of cynicism, irritation, and confusion. Who knows? He might actually just be crazy, you figure it out. Color: Ultramarine Emblem: Placed upon the back of his clothes is the image of a skull with a cross going through the left eye socket. Appearance: Averaging around the height of 5'11, a decent height among growing boys, Valin is usually 5'9 when slouching and most likely very bad posturing for his back. Furthermore, his physique reaches an average of not too skinny or pudgy, he is muscular under his clothes, but most students at Beacon have to be for fighting. However, his handsome body is completely messed up by his attire and grooming which makes him look undesirable. Valin's hair is completely messed up most of the time, it looks like he woke up straight from bed and didn't do anything with it at all. Clothes are usually wrinkled and randomly thrown on, barley resembling any type of fashion. The only things that remains consistent with his appearance is the eye patch covering his left eye, his light pack, and his ammo belt that hangs loosely from his hips.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Deli N'Doul Robert ignored the pain from Vixi's overly eager handshake. Taking a step back after being pulled slightly forward by her, he responded, "It's fine. Well, let me introduce you to the rest of the team." Robert pointed toward Delta and said, "The guy in gray of there with the small familiar is Delta. The familiar is actually his semblance, who is named Eve. They're pretty nice." Next he pointed to Grane. "And the snake faunas is Grane. He seems nice, too." He turned back toward their fourth, final member. "I've only known them for a couple hours so I'm sorry for not having more of a description. Anyway, everyone else here are just some of the various friends we've made in our... I think this is our second week of classes. Time seems to pass very slowly here at Beacon." Searching his mind for something further to talk about, he decided to ask, "Anyone here you want me to help introduce you to? I know most of everyone here since, unlike everyone else on the team, I've been here since the beginning of the year."</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Cafeteria It would take Jack some time to check his phone as he ate, but as soon as he had his fill he was already walking outside to do whatever else until his next class began, which seemed to be Grimm Studies. It was that or Armoury, normally he would have chosen Armoury, but he instead opt for Grimm Studies. It would do him better if he knew weak points and it was also useful for scouting. In any case, he noticed his phone had a notification from almost 10 minutes ago. "Next class huh...?", a simple question. >I've got Grimm Studies next.</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Sterling Johnson He rolled his eyes and scoffed, picking up his scroll mid-polishing session of Nuada. Of course it was Sarina who'd have the cheek to try and pull a fast one on him like that. Crazy girl... >Hey, like I said, a day out. And it was family health stuff, I got excused already. >You sure you don't need me to remind you how to do it instead? He fired back thusly. On both accounts, little more than good-natured ribbing, without real weight behind it. Such was the way of the Jurassic. >Speaking of, did you guys add the new girl to this? >Clair something, right? Luke Schwarz -- Networking Grimm Studies, huh? A fairly useful class to have. He'd taken Armory himself, hoping to perhaps learn how to better utilize and upgrade his drillfists, but knowing thy enemy... To be fair, there's also "know thyself". I believe that's how the phrase goes. Maybe not. Been a while. Either way, the knowledge would undoubtedly prove valuable in future missions, whether espoused by Jack or by himself. And with Beacon's somewhat laissez-faire attitude on switching classes, he could always switch out. Best to taste both before deciding, though, so in the meantime... >Armory here.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria >An ornithopter bound for Mistral seems like a fucking enormous piece of shit to shove up there. >You must have practiced a lot to fit it in. Gratia allowed her eyes to wander across the room. Sweaty, unwashed masses of the lesser surrounded her, their irksome chit-chatter filling the air around her lone table. It was utterly irking, annoying and completely unwanted. But that was the life of a student, to spend one's time amongst the inferior. Like the beacon of a lighthouse surveying the night seas for inbound ships, the headphone-wearing girl's eyes scanned across the room with unwavering intensity. For all that she seemed bored out of her fucking skull, she was intent on studying everyone. >Cafeteria. For example, one thing that piqued her interest was Mr Luke Schwarz, who was sitting alone at the table right next to her. Specifically, that strange moving strand of hair. What made it move?</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze Reading the message from Luke Cian thought to herself if she remembered correctly her next class was armory. Which she choose on the theory that she would be needing to get a better understanding of her own weapon and upgrade it eventually. "Sorry for the delay didn't see that I have a message Luke. Well beyond that my next class should be Armory." She quickly typed and sent it wouldn't hurt perhaps she could finally start on upgrading her weapon. Her pride and joy was her weapon a multi variable assault rifle Byakko still it did need a upgrade but she still needed time to figure out how she was going to do it.</s>	<\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Vale Hospital The car was pretty nice, it was pretty cramped due to the small size of the vehicle, but the aesthetic of the car made it look something very pretty to look at for couple of hours. And, it was just the car that Valin loved to destroy, the rich deserve to pay for it if it wasn't properly protected, even if it was in their home. Valin chuckled, destruction was an art, people like to make it out to be horrible and disgusting, and it was true to the people that destroy with no sense of taste. However, a true professional can make some good out of the bad, and that is what Valin specialized in. He glanced over to the other two with a slight frown, those two really needed to be less uptight about things, being playful and decent, it seemed to work wonders on people! Although Valin can be a hypocrite sometimes on that rule, he isn't always playful. Valin looked back out the window, ignoring the others for now, they would do their job, and he shall do his own. Valin soon found himself outside the hospital, hiding in the shadows, waiting for his target to come around to the sanitary place. He glanced around, large parking lot, vehicles filling up those parking spaces, and some other things scattered around the place that would make for some decent cover. Oh, the noise shall be glorious when the firefight should start. He soon spotted the bus carrying the princess, or the princess's class. He smirked to himself, the chaos beings. Valin donned his mask, and pulled out his revolver, he inserted six random bullets into the chamber, and made his way over to the children. The driver, noticing the masked man was immediately suspicious of the figure, reaching for his radio to alert the presence of the mysterious man, the figure pulled out his gun. "Get down!" The bus driver screamed to the kids. Boom. The driver soon feel from his seat, a hollow point entered the driver's arm, he had cried in pain from the wound. The kids screamed at the sight, and they began to panic even more as the masked man reached the entrance of the bus. Using the butt of the revolver, he smashed the glass surrounding the door and kicked it open. "Calm down! Calm down! I'm just here to check the safety of this bus!" Valin screamed at the kids, but as they were still young, so many were mainly just screaming and panicking. "Ugh, kids, am I right?" He directed to the bus driver. "Pl-Please, don't hurt them..." The driver moaned out, Valin chuckled at the statement. "Why? Why should I not? Small, fragile, and easy to pick on. Why shouldn't I murder everyone in here, including you! Huh? Who's going to stop me? The bus driver for kids?" Valin goaded, "If you don't want these kids harmed, then you better do something about it." Valin raised his gun up to the roof, firing five more times to make most of the crying simmer down. "There... All nice and quiet, so, while we wait, who wants to play hangman? I'm very good at that game."</s>
<\|description\|>Jasmine Grace Banks (Just a sketch) Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Lynx) Weapon: Bonecrusher A large baseball bat-like club meant to deal brute force to, well, crush bones. It can also be used to hit projectiles at enemies, most notable being grenades and—a few—pressured canisters filled with dust for a little oomph. Specialty: Close combat is ideal for Banks, and she struggles with an enemy she can't get close too. Her specifics with close combat including keeping an enemy distracted or busy, leaving the more slicing and dicing type of damage to her teammates. Semblance: Aegis Jasmine can use her aura to construct barriers. These barriers or shields can be used to protect her, her teammates (with extra effort), or reinforce her weapon for some extra damage. Theoretically, she could use it to project her aura outwards as a force, but she hasn't given much thought or practice to that. Personality: Jasmine is headstrong and confident and she's always sure of what she wants. However, she's rather complacent for a Faunus and strays away from politics and race issues where her input should be heard--she's not a big idea person. If she can't smash it, she's not sure how to confront it. She can smash grimm, at least. That said, she isn't necessarily violent, but she does speak through her actions and she does like physical contact in expressing herself. Are you sad? She'll hold you and pet your head (there, there). Pissed her off? She'll shove you off a cliff. Her grades are less than stellar than the average, but her combat and fitness is well trained. Color: Golden Jade Emblem: Appearance: Jasmine is relatively tall for a young woman, and has dark silky hair that occasionally falls over her face. Her eyes are a deep green and her skin a light olive and painted with large freckles all over her body. She's curvy and well-muscled, her arms and legs toned to give and take heavy hits. While her faunus heritage isn't noticeable at first glance, her relatively large freckles, sharp canine teeth, and cat-like eyes give plenty of hints to others. She tends to wear a cropped leather jacket (deep green) over a tank top, tight pants, and tennis shoes.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. "Uhm, Moku? Are you alright?" Of course she wouldn't have any idea that this probably might even have been Mokuren's first hug ever. Maybe she just destroyed a precious moment in her life without even noticing. "Uh... I'm sorry!", Skyra uttered and let go of the shut-down girl. "I didn't know you were uncomfortable with hugging. Was this your first ever hug? I hug people all the time. Well, the people I like anyways.", Skyra sputtered in quick succession. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops... Shiro turned his head when Abel made his sudden and rather convenient appearance. "Well, that was fast." Listening for a moment, he then turned away when his friend was finished speaking. His ears drooped and his tail lazily swept the shingles behind him when Abel mentioned returning to the hellacious class period that was Mathematics. "Awe, but I don't wanna go back.." A little contradictory as he dreaded being late to class.. But didn't quite care that he was essentially skipping class. Did it count against your attendance record if you appeared for roll call then dipped out? He didn't know. Looking back to Gren, he removed his hood when the jolly green giant blotted out the light to protect his eyes from the glaring sun's rays. He smiled and was about to voice his thanks, until the next words that came from Gren's mouth questioned Shiro and his Semblance. His body grew rigid as he froze in place solid, his voice getting caught in his throat for the second time that he could remember for the day. Blinking, Shiro watched as Gren displayed a hologram of...someone who looked to be himself. But frowning, he tilted his head. He didn't recall that event. In fact, he didn't recall telling Abel or Gren anything about the details of his powers. Had he ever done that? He didn't know. Eyes raising to meet Gren's as he spoke, he again sat in silence. Paying close attention, like a good little boy should. Golden eyes looking at the hologram and then to Gren at alternating intervals. Shiro appreciated Gren's concern for him, he truly did. But it wasn't as if he could help his memory loss. When Gren questioned his memory of who Shiro was and what he could remember he looked away. Lowered eyes scanning the shingles in front of him. "Remember...about myself?" Shiro scratched at a shingle as he bit his lips. "Geez, this feels more like an interrogation than anything.." He felt extremely nervous. Uneasy. Uncomfortable. It wasn't hard to tell as his ears frantically twitched around, his tail sweeping to and fro restlessly. He could feel a potential attack coming, but he cleared his throat and fought it back. "Come on, Shiro. You can do this. Just one thing at a time..." Shiro sighed and looked up at Gren, repositioning himself so that he addressed Abel as well. "I don't have a family. My childhood was nothing special, and the past is just that. The past. Behind me. Nothing unique to talk about. There's nothing wrong with me." Shiro crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks out a little, as if he pouted. Straight and to the point. "If this is going to be some sort of 'interrogate Shiro' pow wow. Then I won't have any of it." Shiro stood and dusted his rear off. Normally, Shiro would be blabbing away as he suffered from another unofficial disease. Word vomit. Diarrhea of the mouth. Thankfully, something helped him from spilling his heart and guts out. "All I do know is that I'm Kuhaku Shiro. I'm 17 years old and I'm a White Tiger Faunus. Most importantly, I'm a student here at the prestigious Beacon Academy training to become a Hunter. Not just any Hunter too, but a great one. A legendary one." Pointing to Abel and Gren, he continued. "Who you and Abel were in the past doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is that you're by my side and that you're my friends. You two have my back and I have yours." Adjusting his clothing and his belongings that were slung on his back, Shiro casually turned away from Gren to walk off. "You can't stop me from using my powers and I won't. If your lives were ever in danger and depended on me giving us a bit of an edge, then I won't hesitate to do whatever is necessary. No matter the cost, no matter what happens to me." His tone then changed. His expression brightened as he grinned at Abel, approaching him. It was painfully obvious what he was trying to do. "So! Enough of that! Abel, spill the deets. What's the sitch? Got any info on what's going on down there with that funky music?" Clearly, he was trying to weasel his way out of another uncomfortable situation. Trying to change the topic of discussion. Trying to run away from the conversation.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze She sat down as she hummed a quiet tune to herself the noise seemed to have stopped and despite that a new one tooks its place. "Chaos seems to spread from one drop much like water water forms ripples" She said quietly to herself as she watched the people. Things was really odd but she supposed it was just another day all things considered. Hopefully though things got back to some form of order soon as she was really getting tired of all the chaos.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Halls of Beacon Robert was definitely disappointed after being told by Ozpin to head back to class, partly because of how boring Math was but mostly because he wanted to help with the "new arrival." That's the kind of person he was, the kind who would put anyone's safety above his own. Nonetheless, he obeyed the orders of his superiors. "Yes, Mr. Ozpin," Robert replied. One of the other students that Robert had never seen before then began addressing him and the other new guy. "Team leader-? he asked in confusion. Momentarily, the red-haired student turned his back to his new teammates. "He means me. Why am I their team leader when I already lead a team? Unless Priscilla, Greyson, and Daniel are truly gone. What does Ozpin know that I don't?" he whispered to himself. Robert didn't expect anything diabolical from Beacon's headmaster, but the fact remained that overnight his team went missing and was replaced the next morning. Ozpin had to have had some kind of evidence that his original team wasn't coming back and, no matter how horrible the truth might be, Robert needed to find out what it was. For now, he needed to act normal, people were in need of his help. Even if it wasn't a dire emergency. Turning back to the two, Robert replied, "Yeah, we should go to Mr. Fullbuster's class. I think there's a vending machine on the way there. Come on." -=-=- The leader of the, as of yet, unnamed and incomplete team was lost in thought, mumbling to himself as he sat at his seat. "Did someone take them? And if so, why didn't they take me? Why was I spared? If they're in danger, I would have gladly taken any of their spots if given the choice. Why didn't they- What?" Robert stared, mystified at the strange figure that was Delta's semblance. Strange as it might have been, he saw nothing wrong with being friendly with the small creature, and answered its questions. "Slow down there little... Guy? Girl? Thing? I'm, uh, fine I guess. Yeah, I got some paper Delta could use. What are teammates for, right? Yes, History is next. And, uh, what was the next question? Lunch? Yeah, lunch. Um, I don't know. The Beacon cafeteria usually has a wide range of food. Pizza, burgers, nachos, et cetera. And you want to know more about me, huh? Uhh, where to start? Hmm. Could you be more specific on what you want to know?"</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane reluctantly left the infirmary quickly making her way back to math, she still had that one nasty problem, but at least with the music gone she could focus on it now. To her surprise when she looked at the problem again she found what she was doing wrong and quickly solved it. Krysthane closed her book satisfied... and now bored. She found herself wondering what her next period would be like.</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren took a while to realize that Skyra had stopped hugging her. Then, systems rebooted, and she regained control of herself, blushing in a rather embarassed manner. "I...sorry. You didn't hurt me, its just. I.....never really get a lot of emotion directed at me that isn't scorn, or disdain. And it's not just because I am a Faunus either. I'm sure you have noticed that I have a rather, unique personality. And I try to control it, but it never really works out right. And so everyone hates me because they don't understand me. You are the first one who has felt friendly towards me. And, the first person to hug me in a very long time. I, I, think I am feeling emotion for you as well. Really thought I had lost that ability, but it's back now..." Mokuren rambled on, hoping Skyra wouldn't dislike her for all the sudden talking she was doing.</s>	<\|message\|>Jasmine Grace Banks Jasmine Grace Banks: tall, toned, tough. Even if it wasn't obvious in Beacon's school uniform, it was hinted at when she rolled the sleeves up to reveal her hairy and hard forearms. This was typically the case, as the uniform grew too hot for her too often, and even in her senior year she wasn't quite used to it. She didn't care much for the dress code, made even more clear by her skirt being pulled up just a tad too high--but have you seen her legs? Well of course you have, everyone has, and they're great so who can complain? The young woman sauntered down the hall toward her class. Her green eyes flickered about, eyeing freshmen; it was strange how much younger a few years could make them look, but it mostly their clueless and nervous behavior that made them the most noticeable. When she finally arrived at her class, she yawned, her fang-like canines visible for the moment her mouth was stretched far open in tiredness.</s>
<\|description\|>Jasmine Grace Banks (Just a sketch) Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Faunus (Lynx) Weapon: Bonecrusher A large baseball bat-like club meant to deal brute force to, well, crush bones. It can also be used to hit projectiles at enemies, most notable being grenades and—a few—pressured canisters filled with dust for a little oomph. Specialty: Close combat is ideal for Banks, and she struggles with an enemy she can't get close too. Her specifics with close combat including keeping an enemy distracted or busy, leaving the more slicing and dicing type of damage to her teammates. Semblance: Aegis Jasmine can use her aura to construct barriers. These barriers or shields can be used to protect her, her teammates (with extra effort), or reinforce her weapon for some extra damage. Theoretically, she could use it to project her aura outwards as a force, but she hasn't given much thought or practice to that. Personality: Jasmine is headstrong and confident and she's always sure of what she wants. However, she's rather complacent for a Faunus and strays away from politics and race issues where her input should be heard--she's not a big idea person. If she can't smash it, she's not sure how to confront it. She can smash grimm, at least. That said, she isn't necessarily violent, but she does speak through her actions and she does like physical contact in expressing herself. Are you sad? She'll hold you and pet your head (there, there). Pissed her off? She'll shove you off a cliff. Her grades are less than stellar than the average, but her combat and fitness is well trained. Color: Golden Jade Emblem: Appearance: Jasmine is relatively tall for a young woman, and has dark silky hair that occasionally falls over her face. Her eyes are a deep green and her skin a light olive and painted with large freckles all over her body. She's curvy and well-muscled, her arms and legs toned to give and take heavy hits. While her faunus heritage isn't noticeable at first glance, her relatively large freckles, sharp canine teeth, and cat-like eyes give plenty of hints to others. She tends to wear a cropped leather jacket (deep green) over a tank top, tight pants, and tennis shoes.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox History was boring and despite how quickly Oobleck was talking to Ebon it felt like it lasted forever. He plugged his headphones in and listened to music for the entire class. He did keep his mind open to Oobleck in case he tries to call for him to answer a question. Ebon would just pluck the answer out of Oobleck's head and repeat it just so it looked like he was paying attention. Eventually the lunch bell rang and Ebon slowly made his way out of the class and towards the cafeteria. Maybe he'd try out that new deli. As he was walking out he noticed that Skyra wasn't at class. He may not pay attention in class, but it would look bad on him if one of the members of his own team had skipped out. Even if it was just her. Taking out his Scroll Ebon made Skyra a text message. "Where are you at? I didn't see you in history." Ebon was about to send it to Skyra hen he spotted her talking to that faunus girl again. The same one who was at their dorms a while ago. Skyra seemed unhappy and Ebon was about to go over to see what was wrong when the fox faunus hugged Skyra. Staring at the two intently Ebon made a quick read of their minds. The fox faunus was a jumbled mess, but he got some feeling of confusion from her. Skyra was obviously sad but could discern some sort of feeling of betrayal. He wanted to go over and confront them, but he didn't have enough to work with. Despite what he initially thought he knew the fox faunus wasn't actively trying to hurt Skyra. Skyra herself didn't have all the answers in her head either. So instead Ebon walked out of sight but stayed close enough to get a read on their minds and hear them. They might not like him eavesdropping, but he didn't particularly like one of his team members getting emotionally hurt either. He stayed off too the side and put his headphones in his ears but didn't play any music.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Ah yes, 'Talking' Gren's arrival to the table was a bit of a surprise, but it wasn't particularly odd, all in all. The two teams had a rather substantial amount of communication with one another over the past week: between fighting, time spent on revelry, and during classes and lunch, CODE and SASG were rather intertwined. "Ah, hey Gren. Good to see you." Nodding as the boar faunus sat down, Oswald got ready to empty Cobalt's wallet. A physique like his or Gren's was...not something easily achieved. All in all, he ended up with everything but salad. And a second fish filet. He nearly matched Emmy's enthusiasm while eating his meal, but lacked the bubbly atmosphere. He looked more like a man meeting a long-lost lover. Emmy's mentioning the necessity to talk about their team situation dampened that enthusiasm, but he nodded. "Agreed. I personally don't mind if Gren's here for it, or anybody else from SASG, for that matter."</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - New Deli Place Sapphire found Oobleck's way of talking rather disconcerting but also sort of fascinating. Like when you have a movie and turn fast forward on so all the characters are speaking and doing everything really really quickly. While Oobleck taught his class, which from the sound of it was closer to a semester in one hour Sapphire finished up her schematic for the device she was building. While she drew she was beginning to have thoughts about possibly making the gadgets collapsible like her daggers. The ones fixed to her boots could of course simply collapse into the boots but the hands would be a bit trickier. She couldn't have them as bracelets given how Morpheus and Phobator were stored, or rather would be stored when she recreated them in a couple of days. The bell rang as Sapphire was still thinking. She packed up her drawing deciding she'd finish it in armory class. Not long after the class wrapped up she got a text from Gren saying that he'd reserved a seat for the team for lunch. It didn't sound too bad and Sapphire could see from the group nature of the text that Shiro would be there. She could ask him about the pills after lunch. After all for all his bubbliness and destructive habits, he'd never struck her as crazy. At least not in the clinical sense of the phrase. When Sapphire arrived at the caf she scanned the area but was unable to locate Gren. He was a large boar faunus, the kind of person that sticks out in a crowd. Being unable to see him in the main mess Sapphire crossed over to the little deli the school had just opened. Once inside it wasn't difficult to find Gren. The new deli place was small and Gren stood out even in the largest of crowds. She was surprised if slightly pleasantly so to see Oswald at the table along with Diamond, Emmy and the idiot from the incident with the boy on the hill. She assumed he was the new team leader. She didn't know his name. Emmy as usual looked light enough to float, most likely cause there was fish in front of her. Oswald looked as though he'd been marooned on a desert island and he'd just discovered clean water. Diamond was looking suspicious as usual and Sapphire was still having difficulty reading Gren. She sat down at the table opposite Oswald and next to Diamond. Nearest seat to the exit which also faced the exit. An old habit that she'd not been able to shake. Besides it allowed her to keep an eye out for anyone she didn't want to associate with and make a quick retreat if the situation called for it. She ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and a drink before looking at Gren. "You called?" she asked wondering why he'd wanted the entire team together.</s> <\|message\|>Napoli Fiordilatte Napoli Fiordilatte - Securing Food and New Friends(?) History class had been history class. Not much else Napoli could say about it, although Beacon did have a more Vale-centric approach to the material. Personally, while Napoli enjoyed learning about history, after all it was something that he could quickly find use for, the students at Beacon appeared to be covering material his school had gone over last year. Of course most likely this was just a result of early review, a clearing of the veil that clouded past knowledge still locked away in the brains of these youthful hunters and huntresses in training. Get it? Veil like Vale. I swear I waste my best jokes internally. All that said, now was the time for food, and food would soon be acquired from the cafeteria he had seen previously during his Dei Tour. It was actually rather peaceful, seeing as Napoli had ditched both Boss and she who shall not be named, right now he could simply go about his carefree and merry way. At the cafeteria, Napoli, ever grateful for the free meals, grabbed some pasta with copious amounts of cheese. Now however came the true test of courage. Finding a seat in this overcrowded school. It was only through the vague recollection of a few other first years, that Napoli found a table that would most likely be accommodating. "Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Napoli Fiordilatte," Napoli greeted as he neared the assorted team, "I hope that my presence won't be any sort of intrusion and that you'll grant me the honor of dining with you fine gentlemen?" Who, @Jedly</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro: History Class -> Lunch When Sepia voiced that she hadn't really thought about the question when he posed it to her, she grew silent for the remainder of class. As the bell rung and signaled the start of the class, Shiro pulled out his Scroll and began to take notes on it in tablet form. He momentarily glanced over at another student who chimed in at the last moment about how he liked the food at Beacon. Something about the quality being better than his hometown. Blinking, as he didn't recognize the student Shiro kept quiet and focused on his note-taking. Fine-tuning his focus so that he caught as many important bits of the caffeinated Professor Oobleck's lecture as he could. --- The bell rung again, before Shiro knew it. Signaling the end of that class period already and the start of the lunch break. Smiling, Shiro collapsed his Scroll and put it away as he gathered his things. Looking up just in time to see Sepia grinning at him, he couldn't help but slowly grin back for whatever odd reason. Seeing other people smiling almost always made Shiro do the same, regardless of the situation. Whether their happiness and joy was infectious or his was, it was never quite clear to Shiro. Blinking, he tilted his head at Sepia's delayed answer. "First impressions?" Whatever could she mean? Had she met a lot of fun people? Come to think of it, what team was she on? Who were her teammates? Frowning, he was about to ask her what she meant by 'excellent first impressions' but became distracted at her question about lunch. "Oh, right. Lunch." Patting his tummy, he realized it was about that time. Though he didn't look like someone who ate a lot if he had the choice and Lien to, he'd constantly be eating. He had a black hole for a cast-iron stomach. Able to eat anything and in nearly any amount without becoming sick or lethargic. He just heavily preferred his high-protein rich foods. His Scroll buzzed and vibrated as he got a message. Pulling it out of his bag, he checked it as his eyes and face lit up. Looking back to Sepia, he grinned. "Yeah, I'm heading to lunch right now. Gonna meet the other Swansong members there and some extras. Would you like to come with?" Slipping his Scroll into his pocket instead, he hefted his bag and beckoned for Sepia to follow as he walked out of the class. "Come on!" --- On his way to lunch, Shiro looked up at the ceiling and 'grumped'. Frowning, he just remembered that he had forgotten to ask that one student what his favorite foods were and where did he call home. If he had his name, Shiro could just message him from his Scroll. But he didn't even remember to ask that much. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Shiro continued on his way.</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer History- A subject that could quickly turn into hell on earth with certain teachers, but Grane somehow managed to keep his sanity by the end of class. It was soon lunch time, and Gren invited him to meet his team. "Yeah, I'll meet you there. I'll invite my team too later alrite? Peace." He wondered how Gren's new team would be- Hopefully they'd get along, but if they were anything like Gren, then they'd get along quite easy peasy lemon squeezy. Receiving a text from Delta that he would go on to the dorm ahead without em, he decided to head to the cafeteria. Grane stopped on the way to the cafeteria, seeing Gren in what he assumed was a deli- It was hard to miss the guy after all. He saw Gren sitting down, engaging in conversation with a few other people. IT would probably be easier to have the meeting in the deli anyway, seeing as those people around Gren might be his teammates. Pulling out his scroll, and finding another text from Delta, he painfully pressed each key one by one to create a message. He still wasn't used to it, but Grane managed to send a reply. Grane entered the deli, and walked over to the table Gren and company were at. "Yo Gren! Hope I'm not intruding on anything too important. Called the crew to meet over here too. It'll be easier like that. This your team?" He smiled meekly, wondering what their first impression of him was.</s>	<\|message\|>Jasmine Grace Banks Jasmine - Aura Control "Ha!" Jasmine exclaimed, immediately dropping her guard and flexing her arms as Varius caught himself. "I did it!" She dropped her hands to her hips and posed with a cocky grin on her face. It went over her head in her excitement, but during his recover would be the perfect time to attack an enemy. She gloated a bit more, shifting from foot to foot out of energy, before shaking her hands free and sighing. "Okay. Your turn--it's easier than I thought it'd be," she admitted, taking on an offensive stance. "Ready when you are."</s>
<\|description\|>Sterling Johnson Age: 21 Gender: Manly Male Race: Human Weapon: Nuada, his artificial right Arm. Stylized to look like gothic plate armor of old, Nuada is both sleek and powerful, capable of amazing physical feats beyond even what the rest of Sterling's intensely trained and aurically powered body can achieve. Speed, dexterity, and power: everything's there, and ready to be tapped into at the drop of a hat. Not one to limit his options to mere fisticuffs (despite his love of a brawl), Nuada also sports a set of retractable blades running down the outside edge of the arm, culminating into a nasty-looking swordpoint that juts out from the elbow. Additionally, the wrist joint, in a feature deliberately and unrepentantly copied from Berserk, doubles as a cannon, once the hand is lowered, detached, or otherwise out of the way. Specialty: Anything from a brawler to a tank to even ranged support, Sterling is of the opinion that the name of the game is Versatility. Will, for simplicity's sake, default to frontline warrior should the choice present itself. Semblance: Airgetlam: The Silver Arm of the King. Allows Sterling absolute control over any metal he has handled in the past fiteen minutes within a fifty meter radius, bending it to his will and allowing him to order it around with but a thought. To that end, he always carries a small pouch of steel ball bearings on his person which he fools with regularly, often trying to create sculptures or some other method of both practicing his skills and fooling around. Personality: Goofy, humorous, and jovial almost to a fault, Sterling makes it a point to have fun with life, even in the face of the sometimes grim tasks he must undertake. In that regard, he often tries to affect the air of "cool older brother" to the incoming first-years whenever he works with them, both relaxed and ready to offer whatever advice he can. His wit is a strange beast that takes all comers, ranging from terrible puns to perfectly time zingers that almost make up for said puns. Brave enough to be brashly confident in the face of anything, or at least pretend, at the end of the day Johnson is a nice dude with a sense of justice that stands firm through any circumstance. Color: Sterling Silver Emblem: A silver fist crashing into a the face of some silhouette. Appearance: Tall and athletic, Johnson's powerful frame is typically draped by a navy bomber jacket, the left sleeve noticeably cut short to allow for ease of use with Nuada. Underneath lies a plain white tank top, and, depending on the weather, either an orange bandana or orange scarf around his neck. Unremarkable denim jeans and white sneakers take care of his lower half, and his silver hair is always, without fail, slicked back. His steel blue eyes sometimes find themselves behind aviators, and sometimes don't. Again, weather-dependent. Practically always smiling.</s> <\|message\|>Abel Fulgurate Abel Fulgurate – Airship Docks After receiving a bemusing and noncommittal response from Sapphire, Abel opted to leave her alone and make his way toward the airdocks to find the others and hopefully get the party started. The evening wouldn't last forever, after all, and now that he'd pledged himself to having a good time Abel was determined to make adequate use of every second. On the way, he began to feel a strange and uncomfortable sensation in his pants. At first, he dismissed it as one of those random feelings, but the second time it happened the guardian reached down to investigate. He slipped his hand into his left-side pocket and in short order encountered a bizarre object which he then attempted to grasp a hold of. Now stopped completely and standing in the middle of the hall, Abel slowly withdrew a long, wriggling, furry shape from his pocket and a few seconds later finally identified, to his very great surprise, exactly what it was. Fun! "Oh, hi, Scoot. Rooming with me today?" Abel held the ferret beneath the arms, just the way the online guide said how to, and watched the little beast's bottom half stretch down ward. "Wow, you're like a living slinky. Don't tell any of the others, but at this point I'm pretty sure you're the best thing ever." He put the ferret on his shoulder and started walking again, grinning as Scoot nipped gently at his ear. "Seriously, I never knew little weasels could be so great." Now more or less happy, Abel continued on toward the airdocks. He beheld Gren, Cobalt, and Ebon, waved, and then stood off to the side to wait for things to start. With Scoot around, he had something to occupy himself as he stood by, and did not in fact notice when Sapphire, Delta, and Grane arrived. The conversation between Sapphire and Gren went totally unnoticed, as important as it was.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid Gren let the topic of Sapphire's family go for now, getting her to speak a decent paragraph to him. She likely doesn't like him very much now, but at least he opened the door to further potential. Abel was soon arriving, but before he could greet his friend Sapphire turned her weapon on Ebon, which honestly confused Gren. Unaware of Ebon's telepathic powers Gren was worried that he might have annoyed Sapphire to the point that she was looking for blood now. "Whoa whoa whoa! I know Ebon can be an ass but what's this all about Sapphire?" Even Grane arrived to this unfortunate scene, and Gren needed to quell it quickly somehow. He couldn't quite just ignore Sapphire, knowing thinking that it may be his fault for getting her riled up like this. And he certainly didn't want Grane and the others to start fighting amongst each other right now. "Well hey, looks like everyone is here! Some of us were having a hard time waiting, but now that the guest of honor has arrived we can head into the city. Just got to wait for the next airship and I'll take you around town. Let's head over there, and we'll take about where we're going to hit up first."</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane grinned and muttered under her breath, "Won't I?" As soon as Emerald left the ground Krysthane leapt into the air herself, propelling herself upward with a mighty jump, aided by a powerful jet of water, along with a quick reduction of her own gravity. Since Krysthane had already been prepared to jump before Emerald was and since Emerald had to get both into the air and over Krysthane, Krysthane should be able to intercept her easily. And she did so by using her arms to flip herself forward, bringing her back leg into a powerful axe kick aimed directly at the center of Emerald's chest. This was already exciting, Krysthane waited eagerly for the solid collision of her boot with Emerald's aura. Then, somewhat belatedly, she realized that she may have over-committed to an attack when her opponent could easily move into the air and could quite possibly move out of the air. Oops?</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd (BASL Dorm) "Look, Lor," Ben paused a second, as if reflecting on what he'd done. Thinking about what he had said. No, no that didn't work. Bad nickname. Back to the drawing board for everyone except Amy. He still had no idea what nickname to derive from 'Sangue', and 'Lorena' wasn't much better. Lauren was more casual, but no shorter. And BASL's leader was off track now. He shook his head once, refocusing and fishing another energy drink out of his nightstand. "Lauren." "We're not going to find anywhere for that on campus. If we're going with that plan, we'll have to hop an airship to Vale." He glanced at the time on his scroll. "They run pretty much 'round the clock. We can make the next one if we want. Can run the few errands we have to do. Pick up some more painkillers. Get food. I don't think we've done a team burger run yet."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - The Lake The red-haired teen impacted with the water, causing quite a large splash. Robert stayed submerged for half a minute before sticking his head above the water and spitting it out like a fountain. "Only now, after already having had the lake water in my mouth, did I just realize that this might not be the cleanest source to drink from. Oh well, can't do anything about it now," he said. Taking a huge gulp of air, the boy dove back under the water. Unlike Shiro, he didn't have anything to keep his scroll dry so Robert left it with the rest of his belongings at the top of the cliff. With no light source and no re-breather, he was left with only one option, staying near the shallow ends of the lake. Checking the shallow ends of the lake was boring and tedious work, but Robert didn't mind. It was certainly annoying that he had to swim back to the surface for air every minute or so, but just knowing that he was helping his friends was enough for him to not care. Since he didn't have any form of communication available to him, he had to keep looking at the blurry figures that were the other students checking the lake. It was when he looked to check on Shiro that he saw it. A large tongue shot out from the dark and grabbed one of Ebon's drones. Robert didn't know what type of Grimm it was, but a tongue that huge would have to belong to a pretty large Grimm. The redhead swam to the surface for another gulp of air before diving back down, this time toward Shiro. He wanted to fire his weapons at the Ogdoad, but even if his weapons weren't still unable to fire thanks to the fight with Megaladeus, the tiger-faunas was way too close for Robert's comfort.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze - Range Not turning her head to the senior that was also in the range Cian replied as she took another shot "I haven't seen anyone here since I got here sorry I couldn't be of more help." With that said she looked forward and decided to switch it up standing up she changed targets to moving boards representing different grimm with a few to represent civilians. Switching to the long barrel mode she let shot after shot hitting each grimm at a proposed weak spot when she could. This was actually just her getting into a small competition and no longer about testing the goggles. Though on that thought she was hitting a majority of the targets with these odd shots because of said goggles.</s>	<\|message\|>Sterling Johnson He shrugged, expression changing to a glib, disappointed smirk. "Had a feeling you'd say that. Place seems kinda dead today." he replied easily, more beads whizzing downrange and into targets before drifting back into orbit around him. And not to mention, if Goodwitch was going so far as to extend a request for help from the student body, he had a hunch things weren't going to be that easy in the first place. Oh, it'd definitely be nice if it was, no disputing that, but it'd be pretty unlikely. "And just for the record, how long has 'since I got here' been? Because if you just got here, that doesn't tell me very much, and all that." He was curious, about those goggles on her head, to focus on something completely different. She have an aim assist program working there? The sound of shattering glass in stereo denoted he'd dealt a kill shot to two targets simultaneously, their fragmented holograms fading from view. Kid obviously loves her guns.</s>
<\|description\|>"Crimson" Volk Age: 32 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Randomized. His own body is an extreme weapon of his own; giving Volk a gun basically makes him more annoying to fight. Specialty: Volk is an all-around close-quarter-combat master who is both fast, strong, and durable. His Semblance makes him the ideal duelist, and the random weapons he brings can grant him crowd control. But he is not the strongest man in the world; he can still be brought down by those who mobilize against him. What makes him truly fearsome, however, is his mind. Volk's influence upon the black market allows him to grant him enough vision to make double-sided plans fervently. Volk's physical strength comes from multiple strength enhancing chemicals, its effects being permanent. Semblance: "Gilgamesh" - Volk's Aura exponentially increases based on how many people or Grimm are around him. If only one person is next to him in a small radius, then his Aura becomes extremely large in quantity, and he will be able to tank a lot of attacks. If multiple people are next to him, his Aura becomes smaller, but more condensed. This makes tanking less effective, but the condensing of the aura itself allows Volk to shrug off short blasts of damage. When alone, Volk's aura grows even larger to the point where the small radius around him is completely filled with his own. This Semblance makes it impossible to snipe Volk from afar, and forces people to confront him by themselves. Personality: Faunus, humans; all of their limbs are equally valuable, and each and every bit of a body part's financial worth is something Volk believes he should claim and sell for wealth. Volk is both calm and impatient: calm in the game of minds, and completely invigorated in the game of fists. He views himself without a whole lot of self-worth, and believes that his position as a leading black market dealer to be a well-earned one. All businesses are never evil in his eyes, for he thinks that everything is worth profiting off of. He is not afraid to profit off of illegal chemicals, weapons, and artifacts... and a dose of organ extractions for a couple more Liens. Color: "Death Red" like his right eye. Emblem: A crimson "V" with a red eye staring between it. Additional Info: -Volk's right eye is robotic. It has heat-detecting and motion-detecting capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Lauren Negasi "Well, uh...if we want peace and quiet, we're probably not gonna find it in a class run by Oobleck." Lauren looked from her seated teammate to the power couple, who had by now approached her and Amy. A sudden throbbing in her head reminded her that she'd meant to follow Ben's lead and take something for her throbbing face. That fight had taken a lot out of her, and now that the math class had cleared out - and the throngs of people making their way to history were starting to be let loose - she realized that she felt like absolute dog crap. "I think a mid-morning power nap is exactly what we need to keep Bastille's walls impenetrable!"</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- To History Oswald slowly raised from his seat as math class ended, bringing his nearly empty worksheet to the front of the class and depositing it on Professor Fullbuster's desk with his head lowered. The professors mostly knew what to expect out of him at this point, but the difference was still day and night. Most of the other students, with hard work and study, could catch up reasonably well. Oswald, on the other hand, was stuck nearly seven or eight years in the past academically. The most complex equations he'd solved in the past were PEMDAS questions, and that was pushing it. Following after Cobalt, Oswald tried to shrug off the bitter feelings he was having, but to no avail. This was not going to be a good week, evidently. "Hey, boss. That was pretty fuckin' wild with that kid, huh? I swear, if I ever get my hands on those bastards..."</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Ick. History. Sepia's ear's flattened as she stepped into the classroom. Math had been tolerable enough, as even her scatterbrain could keep up when the information could be presented step-by-step, but memorizing dates and names was not in anyway easy or enjoyable. Do I even remember anything from last year, like, at all? she wondered as she looked around the room for an empty seat. Her eyes quickly settled on a familiar set of ears. Awww ... it's tiger boy. She smiled and walked over to where Shiro was sitting. "So we meet again, friend of the cat-snake known as 'ferret'." she grinned and pointed to the seat on his left. "This one taken?"</s> <\|message\|>Kuhaku Shiro Kuhaku Shiro - History Class His ears perked when a familiar voice spoke to him. Shiro peered over his shoulder to see who it was, an innocent and curious expression lighted in his eyes. "Hmm...I know that voice. I think." Smiling, his tail wagged happily behind him, recognizing his new friend. When you thought about it, it was really quite easy to befriend Shiro. Simply talk to the boy and hold a single conversation with him and it was a done deal. Consider yourself written into his 'Friend Book' "Oh, Sepia!" He cocked an eyebrow, trying to come up with something witty to say. "Yeah, that seat's taken already." Wait for a dramatic pause. "By...you! Shoot, go ahead boss. If anyone protests tell them they can shove it." He laughed, grinning in return. "And come on, I've got a name. Gave you the respect of remembering yours." Shiro teased, settling his head back on his desk with his eyes forward.</s> <\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin Nash - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin had been leaning against the wall for the last two hours, and he was bored out of his mind. Flipping a random bullet through his fingers, he glanced over towards his supposed teammates. Violet, apparently, she seemed to be the tough and no nonsense type of lady, and just the perfect person for him. There was also unknown standing around somewhere in this warehouse, unknown also being known as 'Amber'. Valin wasn't too sure of him, but someone that doesn't want to reveal their true name is obviously suspicious and hiding something from the entire group, he would figure out his secrets sooner or later. Finally, there was Akashi, he was definitely some type of rich boy. The way he postured himself, the weapon he carried combined with the high-tech ammo, and he heard that the kid had a pretty nice car. Heh heh heh, he could work with this group. So, Valin looked back at his bullet, he sighed to himself before a distinctive sound rang through the warehouse. Valin soon found himself holding his handheld radio by the antenna, he listened attentively to the plan being discussed by the mystery man, but with his eyes unfocused on the walkie-talkie, he didn't look like he was paying attention at all. However, by the end of the debrief, Valin was grinning ear to ear, he knew his role inside of the plan. The grimy boy broke out from his pose, he walked towards to the group with his arms spread out, and he exclaimed to the group. "Oh! I'll be the distracting factor of the group! I'll be sure to play my role as perfectly as possible, so you guys better put your 100% into this operation, mysterious man is expecting the best from us." Valin continued to grin at the group before turning his entire body around by spinning himself with his heel, his direction now heading towards the cardboard box for his equipment.</s>	<\|message\|>"Crimson" Volk It would not be long before he leaves the station. He knew it, regardless of whether the Midnight Squad was competent or not. The standards of human beings were set to three things: the amount of profit, the amount of bliss, and the amount of reputation they would receive from whatever they did. But these things were not always respectively money, innocent joy, and the hope of keeping a good image. Some of these things were revenge, guilty pleasure. The hope to instill fear upon all that stand before one. He remembered a young girl he visited at a hospital. She was diagnosed with an incurable illness. She asked him, "You're a bad person, aren't you?" when he shared some of the tales from his life he thought was interesting to him. And he revealed to her with a flat "No," because what he did was not necessarily bad. All he did was follow the three unwritten standards of mortals; he just followed them differently. History could be perceived in different ways. The leader of a Faunus rebellion organization may be viewed as a psychopath, but to others, he had the right to ask for sympathy. Calculus never ever had a single way to solve problems. All smart men knew how to use their mathematical knowledge flexibly. From simple equations such as permutations to complex structures such as multiple integration, anything could be used to find a result. Different methods led to different perspectives in every day life; he learned this. Both humans and Faunus rambled on about each other, claiming they were greedy and hypocritical. So it was natural for Volk to realize: Everything that is sentient can always be right and wrong. Because when the gift of sentience grants the three standards of mortal life to every single sentient life form, why was it wrong of him to simply... simply... Break... those standards... The girl died a few days later. He made sure to borrow her body and have his business associates chop it up for money. He liked making money, whether it be slow or fast. It showed progression in life and never ceased to bore him. But one day, if it did bore him, what would he become? So he thought about it, and he pondered about it, and he wondered about it. He was sure of one thing; if his interest in earning money died away, then he would simply be interested in something greater or lesser. And either way, he would view it as the right thing to do. Even if such things were not the happiest things to do. He remembered dozens of things. Things that left impressions on him. One time he actually helped a girl get her cat back. A king of a black market economy was not exempt from participating in society's trivial problems. All people who had class were proper people, regardless of how wrong their actions are viewed upon. It may seem repetitive, but again, no actions are wrong when they have reason. Only monsters were always wrong. They can't cry or think. Perhaps that was why it was so hard to find a monster. Not even the Grimm lacked the ability to think. He also remembered the more realistic side of his job. He remembered standing in a surgery room that did not belong to a hospital. It lacked nurses, but it was full of tools, so that was good. A loan shark had failed him big time, and when the man sent hundreds of men to kill Volk, it was only natural of the black market dealer to push aside his own men to safety. "Step aside," he remembered saying. "I deal with my trash." And those hundreds of men, he pummeled far more harshly than he would to a monster. Their reason for trying to kill him may not have been wrong, but alas, conflicts always began due to clashing reasons. His reason to fight was simply because he wanted to live. So he killed them. Before the chairman settled into a small, slightly red styrofoam box, Volk told him, "I'm brighter. That is the only reason why you lie here, lying with no more lies to amuse anyone with." And he made sure to watch the chairman move in comfortably into the styrofoam box as his right-hand man placed a screwdriver through his tongue. And then his teeth. And eyes. But his right-hand man was smart enough to leave the human mind for Volk himself to remove. And this event repeated itself over hundreds of times. He felt the touch of the organ that controlled the entirety of the human body. He observed it; he actually kept one in his office back at where he worked with the Midnight Squad just to muse over it when he got bored. Anything fresh, raw, ripe seemed perfect for profit. in a sense, Volk was a farmer. He would pick the ripest of crops and sell them for fair prices. He would open his own anonymous websites in the deep web; he played his cards right underneath the Internet's surface. People would not only buy the crops he bought, but they would also pick up the souvenirs he prepared. After all, it was hard to find weapons specifically designed to kill people these days. He was the best kind of farmer in the black market economy of its entirety. He had so many names, but everyone who made a deal with him knew of who he was. He was the sole reason why the black market stays strong. And he made sure that everyone feared him. Here he sat in a low-quarantine cell in a red suit. He remembered wearing a black suit before he became a big shot in the black markets. Yet, now, he wore a red suit, and he wondered why. It was no childish reason such as "I tainted my clothes with the blood of my enemies." He simply enjoyed the color red. Sometimes he would wear blue, but his personal assistants would berate him for wearing something that contrasted with his name. And he had to agree, it was childish of him to not live up to his name. But more than his name, he wanted to remember who he was at all times. So perhaps that was the reason why he did not wear red when he was not busy. Volk remained seated, his eyes closed as he meditated. He had fallen to the trap of bloodlust far too many times. He had gotten overboard and tarnished his redless clothes with red, even though he wanted to avoid such circumstances. He spoke silently, his mouth wording wise sayings straight out of old proverbs of various artifacts. After all, it would be problematic if he killed everyone in the entire station just by being a little ticked off at how they made his suit dusty.</s>
<\|description\|>"Crimson" Volk Age: 32 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Randomized. His own body is an extreme weapon of his own; giving Volk a gun basically makes him more annoying to fight. Specialty: Volk is an all-around close-quarter-combat master who is both fast, strong, and durable. His Semblance makes him the ideal duelist, and the random weapons he brings can grant him crowd control. But he is not the strongest man in the world; he can still be brought down by those who mobilize against him. What makes him truly fearsome, however, is his mind. Volk's influence upon the black market allows him to grant him enough vision to make double-sided plans fervently. Volk's physical strength comes from multiple strength enhancing chemicals, its effects being permanent. Semblance: "Gilgamesh" - Volk's Aura exponentially increases based on how many people or Grimm are around him. If only one person is next to him in a small radius, then his Aura becomes extremely large in quantity, and he will be able to tank a lot of attacks. If multiple people are next to him, his Aura becomes smaller, but more condensed. This makes tanking less effective, but the condensing of the aura itself allows Volk to shrug off short blasts of damage. When alone, Volk's aura grows even larger to the point where the small radius around him is completely filled with his own. This Semblance makes it impossible to snipe Volk from afar, and forces people to confront him by themselves. Personality: Faunus, humans; all of their limbs are equally valuable, and each and every bit of a body part's financial worth is something Volk believes he should claim and sell for wealth. Volk is both calm and impatient: calm in the game of minds, and completely invigorated in the game of fists. He views himself without a whole lot of self-worth, and believes that his position as a leading black market dealer to be a well-earned one. All businesses are never evil in his eyes, for he thinks that everything is worth profiting off of. He is not afraid to profit off of illegal chemicals, weapons, and artifacts... and a dose of organ extractions for a couple more Liens. Color: "Death Red" like his right eye. Emblem: A crimson "V" with a red eye staring between it. Additional Info: -Volk's right eye is robotic. It has heat-detecting and motion-detecting capabilities.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Subject of Interrogratian "I've noticed people tell me it happens a lot, but I've never seen it myself." he fired back, intimidated but not deterred. "In fact, the first time I heard about it, I stared at myself in the mirror for nearly two hours to see if it'd do anything." And as it happened, two boring hours passed. Without the odd outstanding emotional stimulus nor Shinbou-inspired writing (okay, imagery) direction to produce a reaction, it simply lead to one very bored Schwarz son milling about his room before collapsing onto his bed for a mid-afternoon nap. Really, the only potential evidence he'd found towards the theory was one very, very brief instance where he thought his mom's might have done so, but even then he was mostly sure he was just seeing things then. Even in spite of the accusations that the same was happening with him. ...Maybe. Maybe it does move. Maybe there's a chance. A small chance. "I haven't seen it happen with either of my sisters, either. Are you sure the thing being there in the first place isn't just messing with you? It is pretty distinct." Whatever the case was, he was as stumped as to why as she was. After all, how could he not be? He'd spent so much more time denying its existence than actually considering the possibility, so why would he even begin to know? He was only human, he didn't hold the secrets of the universe in the palm of his hand! For Pete's sake, he still had twelve years to burn before reaching wizardry! It wasn't a foregone conclusion! "You probably just saw it in the wind. It was pretty breezy on the landing pad, remember?" he suggested diplomatically.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria There had definitely been movement both during their meeting at the landing platform and mere minutes before. Gratia knew how hair moved when exposed to the wind, her long, flowing locks of black and brown a testament to its effects, and the other teenager's ahoge had been far too controlled. It was irritating however, to learn tgat the source of her itching curiosity had no fucking idea in hell that his hair was some shitty phenomenon, nor did he entertain the possibility that it was. "Your hair wasn't moving in accordance to the breeze," she replied immediately, tone shifting slightly to reveal an undercurrent of annoyance. "And it fucking mobile just now. There is no wind here." In fact, if her suspicions were correct, then the source of the strange hair motions were simulated by emotional stresses. Was it an output similar to a regular human's facial expressions? The Mistralese teenager would have to commit herself to further observations to find out. "I will test this," declared Gratia suddenly and without warning, though her impassive tone changed not one bit. "It appears to take action in correspondence with your emotional state." There was utterly no point in doing this. No fucking point. But it wasn't like she had any other fucking hobbies.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Back and Forth "Was it? I didn't feel anything." he countered, sliding his now dormant scroll into the pocket of his uniform's pants. This was, of course, the absolute truth. With the logical assumption that if his hair moved, its motion could be felt as well-- as it would blowing in the aforementioned wind, for instance -- he was rather skeptical of the notion, despite her complete seriousness in her insistence of the fact. "You're really interested in my hair, huh?" he muttered rhetorically, propping one elbow up on the table and resting his jaw upon it, feeling increasingly less put-off by her unique demeanor the more he grew used to it. It was almost like progressive exposure therapy-- systematic desensitization. Perhaps it was due to increasing familiarity with Gratia herself, but he'd save such hypotheses for Psychology, three periods away. "I'm a bit surprised, honestly. I'd figure at this school of all places a strange sight would be mostly written off as normal. Especially something so small as my hair appearing to move sometimes." Note that he said appearing. It was a very deliberate choice in diction, and I'm sure by now anyone deigning to read will understand what it's getting at. I really don't think it is. No matter which of them were in the right, though, that had to be at least more normal than the incident second period. And hey, speaking of this morning... Maybe some things just get her going for some reason. Like in combat class, when she fought Cian. It was like somone'd just lit a fire inside her. That stoicism of hers that she had so often wigged him out with, especially in contrast with her aggressive language, has flown out the window. It was like she was almost counteracting that berserker side she'd shown... Could that be right?</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou IC: Amaranth Desire, wishing the dwarven hammers smashing into the sides of her skull in search of Mithril would JUST GO AWAY She'd missed history, she knew that... And she had a mind to miss the rest of the day and just stay in the blissful silence of her dorm room. Her pajama pants and shirt were extremely comfortable, and the last thing she needed was to open the package sitting on her desk and face the reality of another male uniform. She had enough of a headache as it was, calling up that idiot at the distribution office would not help at all. Nah, she'd rather stay right here, stay on ibuprofen, not face Chatsworth's YELLING. But that DAMN ALARM was going off. And it was all the way across the room. And after the crap she'd pulled in Combat and over the weekend, she couldn't afford to miss another class, and from a pragmatic perspective... She was getting hungry. Amy rose up in bed, rubbing her eyes and grabbing the bottle of Ibuprofen off of the table near her, pouring out the maximum recommended dosage and swallowing the pills in one go. Her collar snapped back into place, but she wasn't getting out of her pajamas. At worst, the pants looked like yoga pants and the shirt was just an ordinary t shirt. Screw dress code. Screw uniforms. Screw the DAMN DISTRIBUTION DEPARTMENT. ... And screw that dang punk rock the kids are listening to these days. **</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria "Your hair could fucking burn for all I care," she replied tonelessly. "But not until I sate my interest in it." The assumption that Schwarz' strange hair situation was associated with his emotional state was one based on very little evidence, the only sign having been the surprise on his face earlier. But it was a hypothesis that had greater basis than any other shitty idea that could pop up. And Gratia was going to prove that her hypothesis was correct. By all fucking means necessary. "My dorm, straight after classes, " she continued, standing from her chair with remarkable solemn grace. "DoN'T be tardy." And once again, she was the stoic Mistralese huntress, walking away into the crowd with nary another word.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - Deli N'Doul Robert gave the question some thought. No matter the response, his answer would be quiet the generalization, something he usually tried best to avoid making. Robert thought back to an old quote he read as a kid while loitering inside a local library. How'd it go again? Something along the lines of, 'All generalizations are false, including this one.' He was pretty sure the guy who said it was named Mark-something. Mark Twig? Mark Train? Mark Twai- Robert figuratively waved the thought out of his head when he realized he had gotten lost in thought and still hasn't answered Vixi's question. "Yeah, from everyone I've met, they all seem nice and friendly. I haven't met a bad apple yet," he replied. Still, there were a select few he had yet to formally meet who might not be the best examples of this statement cough* Gratia cough.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel Violet Steel - Breaking a scumbag out of jail - The VPD station stood on a corner between two streets, isolated from the buildings on either side by well-lit alleyways. Behind the station was where the majority of police vehicles were parked. The station was two stories, the roof had an emergency helipad, though it currently lacked a helicopter. This is what Violet observed from the roof of a far off building, using a pair of binoculars to survey the station. Satisfied with her surveillance, she traded the binoculars for a bow, drawing a very particular type of arrow from her quiver and firing. The arrow eventually struck a part of the wall of the station, striking a meter above the front entrance into the station. She fired another arrow just like the first, it landed but a few meters across from the other. Violet, her face covered by the gank mask, pulled her hood over her head, hiding her purple hair and faunus ears from view as she went on the move, she got a running start as she jumped off the roof and landed on another. She continued to do this till she the only think between her and the station was an alleyway. With as late as it was, the majority of the cops working the night shift would be out on patrols or making arrests. There would still be some in the station to be sure, but Violet figured she could handle them if needed. She had the element of surprise. From her position she had a clear view of the back entrance to the station. There was a single door that lead inside, locked and secured. She wouldn't be able to get in that way, not without someone else opening the door, but Violet was patient. She watched the door, bow drawn and ready to fire the moment it opened. There was always someone at every work place that took a smoke break, and cops were no exception to this. She waited a good forty five minutes before she heard the door click. As the door opened fully she fired, the arrow flew until it hit the door with a loud clank, had she missed? The answer was quite clear when a strange gas began to pour out of the arrow, causing the unsuspecting officer to start coughing violently. Soon the officer collapsed, her body preventing the door from closing as Violet stepped over her and went inside. Looking around it seemed she had yet to be discovered, but she knew she had little time. The holding cells were not far from the back entrance, she headed towards them quickly but carefully. She had found a pair of keys to the cells hanging up on a wall on the way to the cell. As she approached the cells she found but a single man locked with one. This was definitely the man she had been ordered to free. "Crimson Volk…" She said, clearly but quietly. "Come with me." She unlocked his cell with the keys, before reaching into her pocket and pulling out what looked like a small detonator. "This will distract them, but we don't have a lot of time."</s>	<\|message\|>"Crimson" Volk Crimson Volk - More Than A Scumbag If there was an easy route to gaining physical power, Volk would not take it. What mattered was the power of the mind and voice. He considered physical and political power to be two different things. A ruler did not need physical power as much as he did for political power. The human mind contained the deadliest arsenal that could trump the comprehensions of others. One could argue that the human mind was not a weapon, but something that stopped weapons from being effective. In a sense, the mind stopped violence through a non-violent force. For his early years, he used his mind as a weapon, but he now saw little value in doing so. The mind was meant to simply lead a human being into making decisions they believed to be right or wrong, regardless of whether it was perceived to be right or wrong by others. Anything more than what a human could comprehend would utterly destroy oneself. He did not focus on destroying others, but rather, making decisions that would make others destroy each other first. And his mind could just never stop thinking that. The man in the cell stared at the wall in front of him. Dreams and hopes; he did believe that the dreams of others were valuable. No man or woman did not deserve to see their dream die. Some just deserved it less than others. And respectively, some deserved it more than others. "There is no need to be concerned over time," Volk stated simply as he stood, readjusting his suit, "unless you didn't make a plan in the first place. "Lead the way." He wanted to see the ability of those who thought of this as a mere mission. He did not want to see the ability they saved for this mission, but rather, the raw extent of both their loyalty and diligence. The man took out a silver pocketwatch and pressed something on it before putting it away. It did nothing to the department they were in, but he still decided to turn the nifty device on. After all, he needed to record the amount of time it took from now to the future before a plan in the future spirals out of control and goes horribly wrong. Not that he minded that kind of thing from happening.</s>
<\|description\|>Naoko Kuma Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: "Primal Sabre"- This is essentially just a sword, however, clips of dust can be inserted into the handle to empower the weapon, shown by a glow across the sharp edge of the machete matching the colour of the dust cartridge. He also possesses a heater shield that is the same in the image below. Specialty: Naoko's fighting style consists of "hit & run" tactics of sorts. In fact, he's particularly good at using this to draw attention away from his allies. Naoko uses a burst of quick flurries and then moving away, then repeating again from a different angle. He's incredibly mobile and agile, often using the terrain to help his attacks. Semblance: Naoko's semblance is the ability to "dash". This means he can perform great bursts of speed in a single direction. The "dash" can extend up to ten metres of his original point, however, he must also wait 30 seconds between each dash. The repeated use of his semblance is tiring on him so he waits as much as he can between each dash, but 30 seconds is the minimum. Personality: The best way to describe Naoko is a determined, tenacious young boy that sometimes gets the label of stubborn or reckless. Naoko is very cheery and happy, and loves making friends, no matter whether you're human, faunus or whatever. He tries his very hardest in whatever he does, helping others, fighting, and school, and even sometimes he won't stop trying until he physically can't go on, which gets him in a lot of sticky situations sometimes. Naoko also throws himself in front of his friends to take attacks, usually using his semblance and if that doesn't work, well he's in another sticky situation. Naoko plans to become a great warrior to help everyone, and so far his time at Beacon has given him the chance to make him develop into a great Hunter, and to make a memorable experience along the way with many friends making the most out of his life where it is. Color: Grey Emblem: Ignore the big grey square, xD. Can be found on the back of his jacket and on his shield. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - History Class Ah, history. A class dedicated to learning from the mistakes and successes of those that came before, so that those mistakes are not repeated and those successes are. Robert enjoyed history with all his heart. It reminded him of the good ol' days when his dad would come see him late at night and tell him all of those corny tales of young heroes going off on grand adventures. Albeit, usually the stories his dad told ended on a much happier note than most of the ones taught in class, but that really only made Robert enjoy it even more. If you know how a story will end because it follows the same formula as other similar stories, than it isn't that thrilling. The unpredictable nature of history only increased Robert's interest in the subject. "I wonder what we will learn today," he said cheerfully as he took his seat. The young hunter-in-training stared at the front of the room, ready for the class to begin. "Any minute now... Any second now... Any millisecond now... Any nanosecond now." He waited a little while longer before realizing that he was a bit earlier than he thought. "Well, I guess I could always find someone to talk to," Robert said as he turned in his chair to look around the room. Everywhere he looked, it seemed to Robert as if everyone was already in a conversation or they seemed to give off an atmosphere that they weren't really interested in talking at the moment. Even his own, new teammates seemed to fit into one of those two categories. "That's alright, I can just sit here until more people come who feel like talking to me." And so Robert sat there, diddling his thumbs, waiting for either the class to start or for someone to find an interest in him. As the seconds ticked by, the boy began to get dispirited. "Someone please talk to me," he whispered to himself as his expression stayed at a friendly looking smile. "I don't want to be alone."</s> <\|message\|>Jasmine Grace Banks Jasmine - Aura Control A voice, a hand, and Jasmine looked to the...oh-so friendly face. How can some people be so serious? Regardless, she gave the outstretched hand a high five--that had to be what he wanted, right?--and offered a crooked grin, showing off a fang. "Let's do it! I'm Jasmine, by the way," she said. Someone had to bring some energy to this practice run. Eager to practice the technique, she stepped back and waved him at her with both her hands. "Alright, come at me," she prompted, tilting her head side-to-side to hear the satisfying cracks. Her aura manifested again on her arms for just a moment, then faded as she tried to focus on the pinpoint counter.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze- History Class Cian sighed as she grabbed a seat as she looked around it seems that the teacher wasn't even here yet wonderful she thought to herself a she quietly sighed to herself in the process. Today it seems just wasn't her day combat was less than stellar math there was nothing but chaos she wondered history would bring. Looking to her side she looked at someone messing around with their thumbs a odd sighed if you asked her but it was none of her business what he did with his free time. She said softly as she did not really want to disturb the others by talking to loud. Who</s> <\|message\|>Grane Blauer Grane Blauer "When the hell did you learn to write? Shit dude, you could barely read the last time I saw you, let alone write your own damn name." Grane gave Gren a firm handshake, with bone crushing pressure, just like the old days. "You know how it is in Vacuo. Fucking hot as hell and nothing to do man, cept burn alive. And last I checked, ditching our last employers didn't really sit well with em. Pretty sure they were trying to track you down for a while. Didn't wanna give them anything to trace back to you ya know? Seems like you're the same as usual- Just do, don't think. Me, well, I slipped away for a while and decided I would go to Beacon because my old buddy Gren always wanted to be a Hunter! But look who's here, in the flesh! You keep contact with that mother of yours still?" Despite his rowdiness, it occurred to Grane he should probably introduce his squadmates. It would be the polite thing to do after all. "Delta! come over here! See this guy? He's a bro. Gren, Delta. Not much of a name, I know, but Delta seems like a chill guy. Likes coffee though. But you know me. More of a liquor kinda guy, but every man to his own I suppose. I think he's army too." Grane lowered his voice a bit, hopefully so Delta would not hear his comments. "Kinda like those Atlas dogs we fought way back when eh?" Grane chuckled a bit before continuing on in a normal tone of voice. "I think I can get along with him. It's the team leader I'm more worried about. Seems to be zoning off a bit. A bit desperate too. Dunno if you know him, but his name is Robert. Sure did... I guess break down if you haven't noticed." Seriously, their so called leader couldn't apparently stand a few moments of alone time. Did he need his mother every once in a while too? In the deserts of Vacuo, this man would be easy prey. Not that anyone would waste their time killing someone this pathetic. "I'm honestly worried for my well being if Robert's going to lead us into battle. Me and Delta seem to have calm nerves. We can handle ourselves. I'm afraid Robert is going to simply panic or zone out and be a liability. And you know how weak leaders always get more than themselves killed."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - History Class As soon as Sangue arrived, she felt the urge of sleep trying to conquer her soul. Still, she did her best to stay awake. But the professor was not around yet. ... ... ... ... ... Maybe some sleep would be good. Just a bit. She would turn on a timer. She would sleep for a minute. Just a minute. Yes, it would not be a problem if she had a timer so that she did not miss out the class in its entirety. Sangue took out a small stopwatch as she timed it to exactly a minute. She then proceeded to place the object on her table. With the timer prepared, she slept with her head and arms resting on the table. ... ... ... A minute passed. Sangue remained silent. But she did not move to turn off the timer. Forgetful little Sangue remained silent and still.</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Gren Orchid "Ha! And you still as dank as ever. What do you do, poison grimm by walking up to it and hugging it? I've had shits smell better then you." Gren gave Grane an equally firm and bone crushing handshake. "They did find me, and I did my thing. The only thing they reported back were casualties, so ya know... But yeah, I still talk to mom sometimes. Moved her, dad, and the rest of the sibs here before I signed up for Beacon. Gotta take care of the family and all that ya know?" Then Grane introduced Delta, his partner. Gren nodded his head at him and extended his hand to shake. Unless Delta wanted to, Gren wouldn't crush his hand. "Nice to meet you Delta. Gren Orchid. A soldier boy huh?" Grane leaned towards Gren and whispered something between then, which brought a smile to Gren's face. "Heh. Yeah, we'll get along just fine." The conversation soon switched to Robert as Grane noted that their team leader seemed to be sulking. Gren wasn't really paying attention to Roberts but decided to take advantage of his loneliness. Before he called him out Gren looked to the two before him. "Yeah, tell me about it. I think his last team got TPK'd for some reason or another. One was his girl too I think. Hmm..." Feigning deep thought Gren snapped his fingers and smiled at the two hunters. "Looks like we got cause for a celebration! Tell ya what, bring sad sack over here. Me and some of my boys were going to get some noodles after school, but since Grane's finally on parole, we're gunna party. Booze, noodles, steak, blackjack, hookers, you name it. Bring everyone you can." Gren reached into his pocket and then gave both Grane and Delta a short stack of business cards. He made more copies since he met with Claire. "You probably don't know Vale, so this would be a good way to show you around town too. You find anyone cool you give them one of these babies and tell them to call me so I can set them up. Sound like a plan?"</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode - Doctor Oobleck's History Class After talking with Ozpin Sapphire felt a little better though more than dissatisfied with the lack of answers and her own lack of participation. Something was going on, something big and the insatiable curiosity that within Sapphire demanded that she figure out exactly what it was. Of course there wasn't a lot she could do at the moment. Ozpin had listened calmly and told her he'd look into any connections between the boy and the Shelter as well as having Pops questioned about Sienna. Sapphire couldn't really ask for more than that though she sincerely wished she had more information about exactly what was going on. If only she'd been allowed to talk to the boy. His mouth was sewn shut but he'd shown the ability to manifest sound in the air, most likely he could speak with his semblance. Sighing Sapphire set off for History class. He talk with Ozpin had delayed her from the last five minutes of math but her assignment was most done and she couldn't imagine anything else of interest had happened after she'd left. She'd finish up tonight and give it to Professor Fullbuster tomorrow morning. History was what she had to be concerned with now. Sapphire was a bit late for Oobleck's class as such most of the seats were gone. She was forced to settle for one next to the red haired kid, Robert, if she remembered correctly though names generally weren't a priority for her unless they were mission related. Sapphire pulled out her sketch pad with the half finished schematic for the acrobatic enhancers she was working on, as she continued to sketch she'd glance up every now and again to see what was going on in the class. Generally this was how she got through academic classes, doing her own thing while paying a mild amount of attention to the teacher so that if they sprung a surprise question on her she would be able to answer without looking like a fool. History itself was not exactly Sapphire's best subject. Math she didn't have a problem with, calculations had been part of her education even before her mother died. Sapphire's mother Melanie had attended Beacon. She and Janus had married a year after graduation. Once Oliver was born Melanie had decided it would be best that she retired from being a Huntress. Not that she became a housewife. Even at Beacon Melanie had been a tinkerer, she'd designed her own weapons and Janus' as well. After leaving the huntsmen she set up her own practice as an engineer. Sapphire remembered fondly the days she'd spend in her mothers workshop. Melanie showing her how various machines worked and as best you could explain to a seven year old the science behind each of them. After her mother's death Janus had hired private tutors so that Sapphire could learn the trade as well as her mother had. Though the girl in blue didn't have quite the same streak of genius she was still good with numbers and her inventions while perhaps not revolutionary were functional. History on the other hand was a different story. Sapphire enjoyed reading but only specific types of tales. With History it was the same thing. If a period or event interested her she could devour all the information she could find on it and ace anything related to it perfectly. But if it was something she found boring generally she devoted herself to other things in class and performed poorly on projects and tests. While Doctor Oobleck talked about the Faunus Wars and various topics related too it Sapphire all but tooned him out as she concentrated on her design.</s>	<\|message\|>Naoko Kuma [color=grey]Naoko- Aura Control Class[/grey] Naoko listened intently to what the teacher was saying. Despite being a senior, every tiny titbit of information was another step closer to becoming a better fighter, and the potential of what laid before him was astonishing. To be able to control your own aura like that, it's almost like another weapon. Unfortunately, throughout the class, Naoko had difficulty perfectly repelling the attacks of his partner. To focus so intensely like that probably required more than one session of training and probably a tiny bit of talent as well. I mean, class was fine, but Naoko would much prefer a mission. Experience in the field and whatnot.</s>
<\|description\|>Naoko Kuma Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: "Primal Sabre"- This is essentially just a sword, however, clips of dust can be inserted into the handle to empower the weapon, shown by a glow across the sharp edge of the machete matching the colour of the dust cartridge. He also possesses a heater shield that is the same in the image below. Specialty: Naoko's fighting style consists of "hit & run" tactics of sorts. In fact, he's particularly good at using this to draw attention away from his allies. Naoko uses a burst of quick flurries and then moving away, then repeating again from a different angle. He's incredibly mobile and agile, often using the terrain to help his attacks. Semblance: Naoko's semblance is the ability to "dash". This means he can perform great bursts of speed in a single direction. The "dash" can extend up to ten metres of his original point, however, he must also wait 30 seconds between each dash. The repeated use of his semblance is tiring on him so he waits as much as he can between each dash, but 30 seconds is the minimum. Personality: The best way to describe Naoko is a determined, tenacious young boy that sometimes gets the label of stubborn or reckless. Naoko is very cheery and happy, and loves making friends, no matter whether you're human, faunus or whatever. He tries his very hardest in whatever he does, helping others, fighting, and school, and even sometimes he won't stop trying until he physically can't go on, which gets him in a lot of sticky situations sometimes. Naoko also throws himself in front of his friends to take attacks, usually using his semblance and if that doesn't work, well he's in another sticky situation. Naoko plans to become a great warrior to help everyone, and so far his time at Beacon has given him the chance to make him develop into a great Hunter, and to make a memorable experience along the way with many friends making the most out of his life where it is. Color: Grey Emblem: Ignore the big grey square, xD. Can be found on the back of his jacket and on his shield. Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko Kuma- Naoko looked at Taidan and gave him a sly smile. "If you say so T." He had a tendency of calling his teammates the first letter of their names. Just a little quirk he had. Then, without warning, Naoko went for Taidan. He attacked with his right fist with a single spear strike. Hopefully, creating a smaller surface area would make it more difficult for Taidan to focus his aura to reflect the attack. Although, if he could, Naoko would sure as hell squeeze every bit of information that allowed his partner to deflect the attack.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Fallout Groaning at the suddenly booming group of people, Oswald delivered a lopsided smile to Gren's announcement. While he enjoyed the trip to Sapphire's uncle's bar, he was neither up for a rerun, or for any other recreational activities that night. Turning to Shirou and Gren, Oswald shook his head. "I'll have to skip out on this one. Got my share of song and booze last night." Turning to Sapphire, he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Looks like you're in over your head with this one." Diamond's response to the situation with Cobalt was...to be expected. He was a bit surprised at the venom with which she spoke, but they'd hardly met on good terms. He understood the girl's reluctance to blindly follow another person after their mission. "She might be able to use a little restraint and tact as well....but she isn't wrong. One errant shell got a few dozen people killed. The members who are no longer here killed all but one of them, I believe. Diamond kept her hands clean of it all, as she was on reconnaissance when the first shot went out." Sighing at the realization that he wasn't going to escape that line of thought any time soon, he leaned back in his chair. "That's why. I don't know exactly what living on the streets was like for her, but the prickly pears tend to have reasons for their thorns. It just takes a careful hand to avoid getting stabbed."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Lunch "..." Sangue observed Lauren carefully, then decided to keep silent. She gave a small nod at Lauren's statement, and though she wanted to cheer her up somehow, Sangue had to keep in mind that cheering people up was the last thing her confidence could drive her to do well in. The red-haired swordswoman looked up to her side, only to find her team leader, Benjamin Lloyd, sitting next to them. "Hello, Ben," Sangue greeted, her idle tone never fazing. She did feel happy that her team leader popped up. The more teammates that were around her, the better she felt, for some reason; especially of the leader himself was around, as that meant the team would be more prepared for sudden situations that occur out-of-the-blue. Hearing that Amaranth was doing well, Sangue's concern for Amaranth's health turned into a longing to see the Faunus. Though Sangue did not know much about Amaranth aside from knowledge she acquired from brief conversations between her teammates, she still considered her teammates' healthy conditions to be a higher priority over any mission. It was a shame that she did not know how to transfer the thought into a message without making it sound like a formal speech. The red-haired woman glanced at Ben's food, then at her food. Then she took a look at Lauren's food, then at Ben's food, and then her own again. "..." Sangue carefully took another bite out of her pizza. @Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta Cobalt sighed and tossed his wallet on the table. He cursed lightly under his breath and began to speak. "Pay for whoever needs to be payed for Oswald. I have to go take care of this." He had fully expected something like this to happen, but not in front of so many people. This was going to take some work to fix. Cobalt pushed his chair out and walked towards where Diamond had run off to. It took a little running but he caught up to her quickly. "Is there any particular problem you have with me? I get it, I fucked up last night. I'm trying to fix it okay! I payed for like, five people just now so I could try and make up for my mistake!" He was yelling now and getting quite frustrated. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I didn't ask to be the leader you know, if I had been listening when Headmaster Ozpin said I was then I sure as hell would've declined. Do you want to be leader or something? I can make that happen. Probably." He wasn't too sure about that last part actually. He would have to talk to Headmaster Ozpin about that one. "Oswald told me the whole story. I'm not gonna claim I'm any better or worse than your last teammate. I'm going to be the best that I can though. But I can't be that best unless I have a team to back me up. I'm not asking to be friends, although I do want to be. I'm asking for another chance. So can we please start over? I'm Cobalt Chideta, it's nice to meet you." Cobalt reached his hand out and smiled.</s> <\|message\|>Assumed: Diamond Frost Diamond - Outside the Deli To be honest, Diamond did not expect Cobalt to to try and fix this in any way at all. She was surprised he did, and so quickly - so far he struck her as the type that would be silently brooding over his failure. Alright, plus point for you. the girl thought, stopping to actually listen. She swiveled slightly away as Cobalt yelled his frustration out, but kept a straight face despite thinking it rude and not exactly the proper tone to use when 'trying to fix it'. She was a little conflicted about the next part. It made her feel a little bad about herself for snapping at Cobalt like she did when he didn't even want the position, and yet she felt justified, hearing as he didn't even paid enough attention to the headmaster himself, missing a rather critical information. Her composure broke when Cobalt asked her if she wanted the leadership, her eyebrows shooting up. Sighing, Diamond hung her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Look... For what it's worth, I'm sorry for snapping at you at public. Maybe a learning point for both of us to have these conversations behind closed doors next time. And no, this isn't a power struggle or some shit like that. I have been relying on only myself right up to starting my studies here. It is... hard to trust someone to make decisions for me. Including the headmaster making one about who's going to be the man making them for me. That doesn't mean I feel qualified to make them for others myself, quite the opposite. But I meant what I said - if you can convince me you have what it takes, I will follow you to battle regardless of what I might personally think of you, so consider yourself still on the first chance in that area." Diamond explained. She didn't take the offered hand though. "But as far as personal things go? I'd rather be actually shot at than just stare down the barrel of a gun, even more so when I'm home, wearing bloody pajamas. You don't even realize how lucky you are you managed to scare me frozen. I would have likely hurt you right there on instinct." Diamond said in an angered tone, her arm flying up to Cobalt, and all of a sudden the man had the blade of a jet-black knife pointing at his stomach to prove her point. Dissolving the weapon back into her own shadow, she looked away: "That's nightmare fuel I won't soon forget. So I'm sorry, but I don't feel like being buddies, or even too comfortable being around you if you have that little impulse control." she finished and started walking again.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class What was aura? The lifeblood of all beings, the power of the soul that every creature but the terrible Grimm possessed within them? For all that humanity relied upon it, there was so much that they had yet to learn, so much that waited out there for them to delve deep into. The amount of potential knowledge was so vast, but in the end, here, at this very moment, Taidan cared little for what the mysteries of aura could offer him except for what pertained to his current interest. That was, of course, blocking Naoko's attack. Aura always seemed as if it could do anything, a powerful form of energy that could be manipulated by people for all sorts of purposes. But there were limits; it was the power of the soul after all, and so it would be the owner of that soul who would decide what their aura could do. A relaxed dude and dudette would have a pretty flowing, untouchable type of aura, and they'd probably wouldn't have a hard, rocky wall of immense defensive power that maybe a stubborn workaholic cop could utilise. He himself, as a cute, fiery guy, wouldn't have had any of that. He was fiesty, energetic, burning like the sun that gave them all life! Even as he breathed and cycled his aura around his body, he could feel the sparks, the crescendo of heat and fun in his blood that was so utterly him. Though that did bring into question the matter of how static his soul was. What if he, the ancestors forbid, became a boring, lazy husk of a person? Besides being yuck and horrifying, what would it do to his aura? It did stem from his soul after all, but how malleable was the soul by the stuff he did in life? How much of his personality was influenced by it? Where did nature end and nurture begin? Was he always going to be such a cuddly guy? Would he one day no longer be the raging firestorm? His aura spiked, energy seemingly rolling of him in waves as he met Naoko's attack with a finger. The fire in his blood screamed, rushing towards that single point and condensing into a visible, golden-orange glow. This was Taidan's soul. A scorching power that found Naoko's fist exactly.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "Nooooooooo!", Skyra flailed and fake-shouted. "Not my tomboy image!" Another fit of laughter arrived and shook her tiny body. It took a while for this fit to cede and after that Skyra looked right into Mokuren's eyes and with a serious, but still somewhere joking, voice she stated: "I already wear a skirt in combat... and here in school, too, with that uniform. I don't need no dress!" While still that close, Skyra breathed in and caught a whiff of Moku's lovely, foxy smell. How did she manage to smell that nice all the time? That thought, though, was for another time, since her scroll beeped. "Huh... Krys is inviting me for lunch... to this new deli place or something...", she looked up from her scroll and sized up Mokuren for a minute until she, suddenly excited again, spurted out: "Wanna come with me? Eat a nice lunch? Don't worry about the money, I'll invite you."</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren watched Skyra flail as her tom-boy image was mercilessly destroyed, and twirlied an invisible mustache, laughing evily out loud. "HahaHAhaha" However, all joking and laughing aside, she managed to retain some shread of sanity when Skyra spoke. "Ohh, a skirt is no good. It has to be a beautiful dress, one that flows and makes you look so beautiful" Mokuren explained, her nose bleeding as the prospect of such an attractive sight. Then, on a stray bit of wind, Mokuren caught Skyra's scent in full, and it made her happy. This girl, this faunus, smelled so good, for whatever reason it was, Mokuren wasn't about to complain. What she did do, however, was advance on the girl and nuzzle her neck, but only for a few seconds, since she was interupted by bleeping. "Die foul bleeping thing!" She exzclaimed, before Skyra dealt with it. Apparently, it was an invite to lunch, with Skyra. Skyra inviting to lunch. Skyra Lunch! Swiftly imitating a tomato in colour, Mokuren bit her lip hesitently for a few seconds, and then nodded. "I...like that idea. It's a date!" She declared with great vigor, only to freeze when she heard what she had actually said, and remain stiff, awaiting the judgement of Skyra.</s>	<\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko's arm felt like it ricocheted of off Taidan's deflection. Naoko was amazed but immediately began analysing Taidan. He looked at his eyes, his body composure, stance and so on. He looked him up and down again before finally asking. "How'd ya do it?" Naoko inquired, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "I can't do it. What's your method T?" He further continued. Naoko had to know the secret to this technique. No matter what it took, not being able to use this kind of power was failure in his eyes, and he will never give up until he has every single tool he can acquire to become a great hunter.</s>
<\|description\|>Varius Gilver Theme Song: Let's Just See Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Personality: Varius often comes off as arrogant, and full of pride. While he prefers to fight alone, and was problematic working with his team most of the first year due to an anti-social demeanor, he is a lot more cooperative now due to newfound respect for his team members and is visibly more tolerant of others. Despite this, he is a man of honour, and is as honourable as he is ruthless. He is calm and collected, and each of his moves are calculated and thought out. Much of his anti-social behaviour came from his inability to use Semblance until 2nd year at Beacon, while a good number of Beacon students awoke to that even well before Beacon. The only way he managed to attain their level was through mastering what he can control and that was Aura, on the other hand despite his mastery over it, it wasn't until the beginning of his 2nd year that he accidentally used his Semblance during a mission, and since then has trained to use it at will. Naturally with such great control over his Aura, using his Semblance fairly quickly became second nature, all that was left was to invent techniques for it. Weapon: The Judgement: A finely crafted katana. Unique to modern weapons, its special traits lay in its forging and increased capabilities, rather than the versatility of modern weapons made today. The style of weapon predates The War, and is a family heirloom for the Gilver family. The blade is made of an ancient steel folded and purified countless times in a Dust forge, and in-between each layer is solidified Dust, allowing the blade to react incredibly well with Aura and allowing even a small appliance of Aura to drastically increase its cutting power, and with enough Aura can slice apart Aura and Semblance based defenses in an instant. The blade's durability is legendary, and in the hands of a skilled user is said to be able to cut through anything. The blade is polished with a special dust mixture that gives the blade the colour of the user's aura when aura is applied to it. This is purely aesthetic. The sheath is also sturdy enough to be used as a second weapon for both defense and offense. Due to the blade's unique properties, he can only break through Semblance defenses by physically striking them with the blade, extensions and Semblance powers do not count. Specialty: Assassin/Fighter hybrid. Varius possesses extreme skill in close quarters combat, coupled with his advanced control of Aura makes him deadly up close. He is also capable of dispatching prime targets in an instant with his blade. He employs a combat style of Iaijutsu and Battoujutsu, accentuating a style of counter-attacks and follow-ups. Semblance: Advanced Aura Manipulation, Gathering Storm: The source of his pride and arrogance. For his whole first year he did not have access to his Semblance, and instead relied on mastering what he could control, and that was his Aura. He mastered his Aura to an extent where he could out-pace any other hunter with Aura alone, but doing it through raw Aura capacity like that was not something he had the capacity to do, so he made and mastered a new system, a flow. The Aura would flow through his body, steadily accelerating and distributing his Aura through his body at an almost lossless efficiency. His Aura this way would require incredible concentration, but as a fight goes on, he becomes more and more powerful. It's no surprise in a duel he prefers to evade and counter-attack at the start. Varius with well built-up Aura can move at blindingly and almost teleporting speeds for short bursts, though doing this multiple times in a row would easily expend his Aura and require him to re-accumulate his concentration. He can use his aura this way to increase his general speed too, allowing him to slash multiple times at blinding speeds. Most people believed this was his semblance. Blade Vortex: Varius is capable of creating slashing storms, either all around or at a distance. He can make them slash straight or curved, and generally has a fair amount of control over their length and distance. He can throw them out in his slashes to extend range, or simply increase the cutting power of his sword drastically, he can call a random storm of them at long distance allowing him to counter-attack even from far away, and use them as a means of countering close range attacks. His control over it is limited due to awakening to it only recently, but he has managed to connect it efficiently enough with his Gathering Storm Aura control, allowing him to naturally increase the size, speed and damage of his appliances of this Semblance the more flow he has. Trailblazer: Varius dashes forward while simultaneously slashing the area around his moving position. He uses a combination of his Semblance and physically striking the targets he passes with his katana during this. Slash Dimension: Varius seemingly slashes through time and space by calling on multiple slashes onto a target position. A ranged attack, but does not come out like a projectile. Has a momentary delay before they actually strike, making it reliable only when counter-attacking from a range. Sudden Storm: Varius bursts a portion of his Aura out of his body surrounding him and turns it into his Semblance, slashing the area around him. This is a great counter-attack and a good safety measure as well as possessing insane stagger capabilities but small damage, expends a lot of his Concentration. Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength lies in his close range capabilities, he has the capability to end a fight in a single well-timed strike due to the insane sharpness of his blade, and a battle against him becomes more and more dangerous the longer it goes due to his efficiency at using Aura, where many would be on their last legs, he can still be at full if not higher strength than when he started. Even attempting to block his blade can be dangerous if you aren't observant. The brighter the blade glows, the more dangerous, and the more aura he has packed into the slash. These augmented strikes are fairly projected however, as they require a moment to concentrate extra aura into, but when they land, it can be absolutely devastating. The best way to defend against his blade if you really have to, is to attempt to parry it by striking the flat side of the blade, because it is the edge that is deadly. Because of the large amount of concentration required for his special way of using Aura, mental attacks can be rather effective at minimizing the threat he poses. The effectiveness of this mental-attack tactic is also not affected by how much Aura he already has flowing, meaning you can send him from 100% to 10-0% concentration with an effective mental attack. It won't decrease the amount of Aura he has, but it will greatly slow the amount of aura he has flowing over his body. His general combat weaknesses are that his ranged attacks have more delay than say, a bullet, so his ability to strike at a range requires his target to already be occupied. Ideally he wants to be close to his opponent, but he cannot use his dash consecutively without sacrificing some of his concentration, meaning ranged capabilities plus mobility would be his natural enemy. Color: Roman Silver Emblem: Six sharp wings. For reference, both sides of his coat's collar each possess 3 of the wings.</s> <\|message\|>Violet Steel Violet Steel "I'll retrieve this Crimson Volk from the station." Violet declared. With Valin already offering to be the distraction for the Vale Hospital mission it was really the only option she had. She was about to head over to the blue box and pick up the mask needed for the mission when Amber spoke to her. She slowly turned towards him, looking at him with a cold stare. "I'm only going to say this once, so listen well. I didn't join this group to get shacked up. I joined because I believe what we're doing is for the good of the entire world, that's it. I don't know why you and the others joined, and frankly I don't really care. Just do your part, and I'll do mine." She turned and began to walk away, before pausing and looking at Amber with the corner of her eye. "And about the whole getting me 'wet' thing…that's sexual harassment… don't do it again." Without another word to Amber she walked over to the cardboard box and pulled out the mask that would identify her as a member of a local gang. She saw no reason to delay her rescue attempt of Crimson Volk and simply left the warehouse.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Robert Fallson - History Class "Huh?" Robert replied as a girl he couldn't remember the name of said something. "Sorry, were you talking to me? I don't think I caught that." He had been distracted when Cian sat down, listening to the conversation between Gren, Grane, and Delta. It certainly wasn't Robert's proudest skill, but over the years he had gained an exceptional talent for eavesdropping on things that he wasn't supposed to hear. Back in his old life, it was practically required for him to listen in on other people talking, because the more information you knew on your mark, the better the chances that you would get away. Part of him wanted to tell his team that he wasn't usually like this, all depressing and sulky, it was just a combination of recent events. Running into the White Fang again after so many years, his team going missing, the possibility that the boy from earlier might be connected to what happened. It was hard not to be a little dow- Oh no, Delta's coming over. "Oh hey, Eve. What's going on? You here to tell us about Gren's par-" He let it slip. Now Delta and Eve would know that he heard everything. This could get awkward. Knowing there was no way to take back those words, Robert finished his sentence, "-ty?" He gave an awkward smile to his teammate and his little semblance.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Inter-team Alliances The red haired woman, Sangue, had been very deliberate in setting that timer. Very deliberately setting it for what could only be a short amount of time, as class had to be starting in... a couple minutes at the most. And with none of her teammates to wake her up, either, likely assisting Amy with recovery from the blast of sound they'd all endured last period. In essence, it seemed Miss Naga was out here on her lonesome. That's not good. Now, it wasn't like he was creepily staring at her or anything, mind you, far from it! It was just more idle observance, as he'd propped his elbow on his desk and swept the room with his eyes. Like overhearing something, but with vision. While he had to admit, she was pretty easy on the eyes, he was far more discreet in his ogling than to brazenly keep his head fixed upon somebody in the middle of class! Okay, this self-damnation thing really needed to stop. And more importantly, the team he liked the best's lone member in History class (funnily enough the one he knew the least) was in need of back up. And far be it from me to sit idly by. Tearing out a whole new sheet of paper and contemplating his need to invest in loose-leaf, he began to crumple it into a tight ball. Normally, he'd just settle for just a corner, but as inclined to sleep as the redhead seemed to be, he figured he'd need all the mass he'd get. Right. Ammunition Loaded-- He held the paper ball between his thumb and index finger, other hand placed behind it. --Safety off-- Said other hand buried the tip of his index finger into the pad of the thumb. --Target to ten o'clock, angle up 15 degrees-- He aimed his projectile carefully... --FIRING FOR EFFECT!-- And flicked the crumpled up mass of paper straight for her head.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga Silence enveloped her as she unknowingly slept on, her head remaining on her desk. She had been feeling weary, her entire body aching for sleep. She was still too used to sleeping in the day, and sparring with the bubbly Emmy only wore her out even further. The countless nights she spent awake before she was accepted by Beacon now seemed like an old good memory. The paper ball hit her head. Sangue slowly opened her eyes. "..." ... ... ... "...!!!" The red-haired woman suddenly reached for her head, her eyes widened in surprise. Something just woke her up, and it was not her timer. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anything important happened yet. Nothing. The woman straightened herself. Sangue looked at the paper ball crumpled on her desk, her expression idle, but her eyes still wide. She picked it up. The crumpled thing had woken her up, it seemed. "..." The woman glared at the paper ball in both thankfulness and confusion. She looked up as she held onto the ball. She felt pretty awake now. At least, she thought she was awake now. She needed to take notes, so she needed to stay awake.</s>	<\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver \| Aura Control Class "And I am Varius", he responded. Jasmine stepped up into position and Varius did the same. It seems she decided to be the one to try the counter first. She beckoned him to strike as the lesson required. "Very well then", he said, dropping into a stance, and then winding up a straight punch, before stepping forward with his aura concentrated into his fist and striking towards her centre, the exact place Jasmine had put her guard. As he predicted, his attack would be repelled by her aura, as he was countered, he adapted his stance with a foot back and absorbing the stagger force into his torso by rotating in response. Though unexpectedly... This was a very effective technique. He wasn't able to fully recover or shrug the stagger off, in fact he slid back a little.</s>
<\|description\|>Varius Gilver Theme Song: Let's Just See Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Personality: Varius often comes off as arrogant, and full of pride. While he prefers to fight alone, and was problematic working with his team most of the first year due to an anti-social demeanor, he is a lot more cooperative now due to newfound respect for his team members and is visibly more tolerant of others. Despite this, he is a man of honour, and is as honourable as he is ruthless. He is calm and collected, and each of his moves are calculated and thought out. Much of his anti-social behaviour came from his inability to use Semblance until 2nd year at Beacon, while a good number of Beacon students awoke to that even well before Beacon. The only way he managed to attain their level was through mastering what he can control and that was Aura, on the other hand despite his mastery over it, it wasn't until the beginning of his 2nd year that he accidentally used his Semblance during a mission, and since then has trained to use it at will. Naturally with such great control over his Aura, using his Semblance fairly quickly became second nature, all that was left was to invent techniques for it. Weapon: The Judgement: A finely crafted katana. Unique to modern weapons, its special traits lay in its forging and increased capabilities, rather than the versatility of modern weapons made today. The style of weapon predates The War, and is a family heirloom for the Gilver family. The blade is made of an ancient steel folded and purified countless times in a Dust forge, and in-between each layer is solidified Dust, allowing the blade to react incredibly well with Aura and allowing even a small appliance of Aura to drastically increase its cutting power, and with enough Aura can slice apart Aura and Semblance based defenses in an instant. The blade's durability is legendary, and in the hands of a skilled user is said to be able to cut through anything. The blade is polished with a special dust mixture that gives the blade the colour of the user's aura when aura is applied to it. This is purely aesthetic. The sheath is also sturdy enough to be used as a second weapon for both defense and offense. Due to the blade's unique properties, he can only break through Semblance defenses by physically striking them with the blade, extensions and Semblance powers do not count. Specialty: Assassin/Fighter hybrid. Varius possesses extreme skill in close quarters combat, coupled with his advanced control of Aura makes him deadly up close. He is also capable of dispatching prime targets in an instant with his blade. He employs a combat style of Iaijutsu and Battoujutsu, accentuating a style of counter-attacks and follow-ups. Semblance: Advanced Aura Manipulation, Gathering Storm: The source of his pride and arrogance. For his whole first year he did not have access to his Semblance, and instead relied on mastering what he could control, and that was his Aura. He mastered his Aura to an extent where he could out-pace any other hunter with Aura alone, but doing it through raw Aura capacity like that was not something he had the capacity to do, so he made and mastered a new system, a flow. The Aura would flow through his body, steadily accelerating and distributing his Aura through his body at an almost lossless efficiency. His Aura this way would require incredible concentration, but as a fight goes on, he becomes more and more powerful. It's no surprise in a duel he prefers to evade and counter-attack at the start. Varius with well built-up Aura can move at blindingly and almost teleporting speeds for short bursts, though doing this multiple times in a row would easily expend his Aura and require him to re-accumulate his concentration. He can use his aura this way to increase his general speed too, allowing him to slash multiple times at blinding speeds. Most people believed this was his semblance. Blade Vortex: Varius is capable of creating slashing storms, either all around or at a distance. He can make them slash straight or curved, and generally has a fair amount of control over their length and distance. He can throw them out in his slashes to extend range, or simply increase the cutting power of his sword drastically, he can call a random storm of them at long distance allowing him to counter-attack even from far away, and use them as a means of countering close range attacks. His control over it is limited due to awakening to it only recently, but he has managed to connect it efficiently enough with his Gathering Storm Aura control, allowing him to naturally increase the size, speed and damage of his appliances of this Semblance the more flow he has. Trailblazer: Varius dashes forward while simultaneously slashing the area around his moving position. He uses a combination of his Semblance and physically striking the targets he passes with his katana during this. Slash Dimension: Varius seemingly slashes through time and space by calling on multiple slashes onto a target position. A ranged attack, but does not come out like a projectile. Has a momentary delay before they actually strike, making it reliable only when counter-attacking from a range. Sudden Storm: Varius bursts a portion of his Aura out of his body surrounding him and turns it into his Semblance, slashing the area around him. This is a great counter-attack and a good safety measure as well as possessing insane stagger capabilities but small damage, expends a lot of his Concentration. Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength lies in his close range capabilities, he has the capability to end a fight in a single well-timed strike due to the insane sharpness of his blade, and a battle against him becomes more and more dangerous the longer it goes due to his efficiency at using Aura, where many would be on their last legs, he can still be at full if not higher strength than when he started. Even attempting to block his blade can be dangerous if you aren't observant. The brighter the blade glows, the more dangerous, and the more aura he has packed into the slash. These augmented strikes are fairly projected however, as they require a moment to concentrate extra aura into, but when they land, it can be absolutely devastating. The best way to defend against his blade if you really have to, is to attempt to parry it by striking the flat side of the blade, because it is the edge that is deadly. Because of the large amount of concentration required for his special way of using Aura, mental attacks can be rather effective at minimizing the threat he poses. The effectiveness of this mental-attack tactic is also not affected by how much Aura he already has flowing, meaning you can send him from 100% to 10-0% concentration with an effective mental attack. It won't decrease the amount of Aura he has, but it will greatly slow the amount of aura he has flowing over his body. His general combat weaknesses are that his ranged attacks have more delay than say, a bullet, so his ability to strike at a range requires his target to already be occupied. Ideally he wants to be close to his opponent, but he cannot use his dash consecutively without sacrificing some of his concentration, meaning ranged capabilities plus mobility would be his natural enemy. Color: Roman Silver Emblem: Six sharp wings. For reference, both sides of his coat's collar each possess 3 of the wings.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken "I believe that the plan was for the stealthier of you to accompany me around back to see what we could find." Beryl had been content to remain quiet and let the others figure out the plan. At this point though, her staying silent would do nothing but waste precious time. They needed to get moving before something happened to Gratia. She adjusted her sword belt and did a few light stretches. She looked at the other two with a slightly impatient face. "Best we get moving sooner than later, the person who remains behind can move in when things start exploding."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz Clear shots? What the heck? I can't possibly be in front of everything, I'm a small gu—ggrbl In his moment of distraction, the hoodie-clad hunter found his situation to have suddenly grown much more dire, as long arms, clawing at and past him for purchase, found hold of his neck, instantly squeezing tight. His eyes bugging, he cut off his complaints (through no mean feat of psychological effort), and directed his focus to the task at hand. Teeth grit as his neck muscles tensed in an instinctual method to fight off the squeeze, his consciousness flashed back to a more practical method of dealing with the attack. Grab the choking hand. Four fingers on the meat below the thumb. Peel away. Counterattack with all your might! Deftly adjusting his grip upon the creature's arm, he caught one of its fellows trying to slip by— "OOOAAAAAAAAH!" And with a haggard cry of war, clubbed it with the Grimm he'd been dealing with. Letting out a rough cough as he released, he returned to his usual demeanor that everyone knew and loved once more. "I can't be getting in the way of every shot, can I?!" Consummate everydude just trying to make sense of the world around him. The more this mission dragged on, the crazier everyone was getting! They had to get out of here, and fast. And with some remorse, he noted that he was definitely a major factor in slowing their process down in the first place. Just as the sparring class had time and again proven: I think too much. "Just put lead on anything that moves that isn't us!" came the amendment, "If there's a worker in here, we'd have known by now!"</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan Before long, Team Canvas was finally together. The sun was still up and the forest was quiet. There were signs of grimm passing through the area, most of it large tracks. Some cobwebs of unusual size hung from the trees marking broodling paths, but they were spread far and irregularly. There was no signal here on everyone's Scroll, so they could not even use their devices to call each other over a network or access the internet. The first of the team to interrupt the silence was, of course, the masked pyromaniac of the team, having exterminated a Nevermore mere minutes before. Taidan was bringing up the rear, terrifyingly long qiang resting casually upon his shoulder. While none could see his face, it was quite clear from his jaunty step that he was smiling. Beatifically. "Do spider Grimm produce spider silk?" he asked, fingers tapping gently against the shaft of his weapon. "There would be a lot, wouldn't there?" Enough to ... say, craft some rather dazzling garments from. --- @Sho Minazuki @Onarax @Lucius Cypher</s>	<\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius landed well with a martial grace as expected of Hunters their level, ever observant he was more concerned why there was also a Nevermore here. Though it now lies dead, there was still the matter of reaching their destination, now that their main transport was down. It was likely they were going to be a little late, and given the nature of their mission, the sooner they got there the better. Their team member Shuai broke the silence. They would likely produce silk, considering this was a nesting type, them making their own nest with their webbing was very likely, and yes given the mission, there would be a lot. "Very likely, and I would trust you to keep the swarms off of us too when the time comes", he responded promptly, dusting his clothes off before the team began to figure out which direction to move in.</s>
<\|description\|>Varius Gilver Theme Song: Let's Just See Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Personality: Varius often comes off as arrogant, and full of pride. While he prefers to fight alone, and was problematic working with his team most of the first year due to an anti-social demeanor, he is a lot more cooperative now due to newfound respect for his team members and is visibly more tolerant of others. Despite this, he is a man of honour, and is as honourable as he is ruthless. He is calm and collected, and each of his moves are calculated and thought out. Much of his anti-social behaviour came from his inability to use Semblance until 2nd year at Beacon, while a good number of Beacon students awoke to that even well before Beacon. The only way he managed to attain their level was through mastering what he can control and that was Aura, on the other hand despite his mastery over it, it wasn't until the beginning of his 2nd year that he accidentally used his Semblance during a mission, and since then has trained to use it at will. Naturally with such great control over his Aura, using his Semblance fairly quickly became second nature, all that was left was to invent techniques for it. Weapon: The Judgement: A finely crafted katana. Unique to modern weapons, its special traits lay in its forging and increased capabilities, rather than the versatility of modern weapons made today. The style of weapon predates The War, and is a family heirloom for the Gilver family. The blade is made of an ancient steel folded and purified countless times in a Dust forge, and in-between each layer is solidified Dust, allowing the blade to react incredibly well with Aura and allowing even a small appliance of Aura to drastically increase its cutting power, and with enough Aura can slice apart Aura and Semblance based defenses in an instant. The blade's durability is legendary, and in the hands of a skilled user is said to be able to cut through anything. The blade is polished with a special dust mixture that gives the blade the colour of the user's aura when aura is applied to it. This is purely aesthetic. The sheath is also sturdy enough to be used as a second weapon for both defense and offense. Due to the blade's unique properties, he can only break through Semblance defenses by physically striking them with the blade, extensions and Semblance powers do not count. Specialty: Assassin/Fighter hybrid. Varius possesses extreme skill in close quarters combat, coupled with his advanced control of Aura makes him deadly up close. He is also capable of dispatching prime targets in an instant with his blade. He employs a combat style of Iaijutsu and Battoujutsu, accentuating a style of counter-attacks and follow-ups. Semblance: Advanced Aura Manipulation, Gathering Storm: The source of his pride and arrogance. For his whole first year he did not have access to his Semblance, and instead relied on mastering what he could control, and that was his Aura. He mastered his Aura to an extent where he could out-pace any other hunter with Aura alone, but doing it through raw Aura capacity like that was not something he had the capacity to do, so he made and mastered a new system, a flow. The Aura would flow through his body, steadily accelerating and distributing his Aura through his body at an almost lossless efficiency. His Aura this way would require incredible concentration, but as a fight goes on, he becomes more and more powerful. It's no surprise in a duel he prefers to evade and counter-attack at the start. Varius with well built-up Aura can move at blindingly and almost teleporting speeds for short bursts, though doing this multiple times in a row would easily expend his Aura and require him to re-accumulate his concentration. He can use his aura this way to increase his general speed too, allowing him to slash multiple times at blinding speeds. Most people believed this was his semblance. Blade Vortex: Varius is capable of creating slashing storms, either all around or at a distance. He can make them slash straight or curved, and generally has a fair amount of control over their length and distance. He can throw them out in his slashes to extend range, or simply increase the cutting power of his sword drastically, he can call a random storm of them at long distance allowing him to counter-attack even from far away, and use them as a means of countering close range attacks. His control over it is limited due to awakening to it only recently, but he has managed to connect it efficiently enough with his Gathering Storm Aura control, allowing him to naturally increase the size, speed and damage of his appliances of this Semblance the more flow he has. Trailblazer: Varius dashes forward while simultaneously slashing the area around his moving position. He uses a combination of his Semblance and physically striking the targets he passes with his katana during this. Slash Dimension: Varius seemingly slashes through time and space by calling on multiple slashes onto a target position. A ranged attack, but does not come out like a projectile. Has a momentary delay before they actually strike, making it reliable only when counter-attacking from a range. Sudden Storm: Varius bursts a portion of his Aura out of his body surrounding him and turns it into his Semblance, slashing the area around him. This is a great counter-attack and a good safety measure as well as possessing insane stagger capabilities but small damage, expends a lot of his Concentration. Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength lies in his close range capabilities, he has the capability to end a fight in a single well-timed strike due to the insane sharpness of his blade, and a battle against him becomes more and more dangerous the longer it goes due to his efficiency at using Aura, where many would be on their last legs, he can still be at full if not higher strength than when he started. Even attempting to block his blade can be dangerous if you aren't observant. The brighter the blade glows, the more dangerous, and the more aura he has packed into the slash. These augmented strikes are fairly projected however, as they require a moment to concentrate extra aura into, but when they land, it can be absolutely devastating. The best way to defend against his blade if you really have to, is to attempt to parry it by striking the flat side of the blade, because it is the edge that is deadly. Because of the large amount of concentration required for his special way of using Aura, mental attacks can be rather effective at minimizing the threat he poses. The effectiveness of this mental-attack tactic is also not affected by how much Aura he already has flowing, meaning you can send him from 100% to 10-0% concentration with an effective mental attack. It won't decrease the amount of Aura he has, but it will greatly slow the amount of aura he has flowing over his body. His general combat weaknesses are that his ranged attacks have more delay than say, a bullet, so his ability to strike at a range requires his target to already be occupied. Ideally he wants to be close to his opponent, but he cannot use his dash consecutively without sacrificing some of his concentration, meaning ranged capabilities plus mobility would be his natural enemy. Color: Roman Silver Emblem: Six sharp wings. For reference, both sides of his coat's collar each possess 3 of the wings.</s> <\|message\|>Geni 'Leo' Hung A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of Geni's right eye, his mouth forming a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across his broad chest he tapped his foot furiously and all the while stared out of the clear window. This fitfully sunny morning would either see the dawn of his new life or snap his dreams in two. After two weeks of sulking and independent study in the form of weapon building, he found himself back at square one, re-restarting his life. After the altercation he sort of instigated on the first day of school, he missed most of the First Quarter, which meant that most of his grades had either dropped or stagnated, and it was most likely the later since he neglected to do any of the word that had been sent home. His Armory class grade was most likely his only real grade actually, if anything, everything else should have been excused. Like hail on a glass pane, the drumming of his fingers was as relentless as it was loud. Each click of the razor sharp knives on the counter he leaned on echoed the tumultuous thudding of his heart beat. Beacon grew larger and larger as his airship grew all the more closer, the hum of its engines his only companion on this Saturday morning. Despite the fact that his actual suspension ended on the following Monday, with permission from administration, he was given an early out to get reacquainted with his surroundings, half a day wasn't enough to do so the first time. With a mechanical whirling and a long 'beep'. Geni was given heed of the ships impending dock. Leaving his place on the dock, and large duffle bag in hand, he began pacing up and down as if determined to wear out a thin trail in the metal. His eyes were large and watery and as he paced he constantly punched one hand into the other. The butterflies in his stomach didn't come from his general 'return to school apprehension', but it was the fear of reintegration and judgement, that had him wondering. It was constantly on his mind, even if he wasn't required to meet or interact with any students today, the possibility of another outburst was always in back of his head. With a second extended 'beep', Geni let the reality of his situation truly sink in, despite his faults and violent past, he had been accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in the world and given a second chance at life, he wouldn't waste it on some idiots opinion. With a deep breath, Geni stepped off the airship and gazed at his school, once again sharing the air with the best Hunters in the world. This led Geni eyes to eventually land on a very recognizable figure, Sapphire. For the first time today, he displayed a genuine smile that showed of his sharp teeth. "Well look who we have here? Fancy meeting you again." Geni mused as he made his way over to her. of Seraphs</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Airship Docks As Sapphire walked towards Beacon's airdocks ideas swirled through her head. Images of the various weapons she was currently carrying transforming into one another, adding dust characteristics and all manner of other upgrades. Being from huntsman parents paying for a new set of weapons wasn't exactly a difficult thing to do but she was determined to design and forge them herself. Sapphire's mother Melanie though a huntress by trade had always been passionate about engineering. Her semblance had been what she called Polymathematics, she saw the world as a series of equations, force, trajectory, angle, velocity, distance. While in combat it gave her a greater edge over her opponents but in the drafting room was where she really shined. In the years before her death she'd patented a number of more compact methods of technological folding and the servos and other mechanisms that made it possible. Sapphire had used her mother's work to further her skill in that field and was confident in her ability to create complex transforming weapons. As she arrived at the docks one of the airships was in the process of disembarking its passengers. Among them to Sapphire's surprise was a student she never thought she'd see again: Geni Hung. Admittedly it hadn't been that long since she's last seen Geni, about two weeks, not since the first day of school. She'd been under the impression that he'd been expelled after revealing he was a former member of the White Fang and instigating a fight with a student named Ivan who hadn't exactly taken that news well. She'd looked him up that day after classes but his teammates said he'd been removed from their group and all sign of him had disappeared off the schedule. Sapphire hadn't dug any deeper into the matter than that though, the conclusion to her seemed obvious. Yet here he was two weeks later returning to Beacon with sleek new weapons strapped to his back. He walked up and greeted her causing Sapphire to stop. "Geni Hung," she said, an amused expression on her face "long time no see. I'd thought you'd been expelled after the altercation with Ivan."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Write "A professor. She was a senior earlier, got promoted to professor. Teaches... Survival, maybe? Drawing a blank on what she's teaching now." Ben poured a round of the vodka his teammate had least hoped for, sliding one of them over to her and picking up his own. He held it high, as if in toast for a moment. "To getting paid, even if it did buy us pineapple vodka." The Huntsman-in-training downed his glass and poured another one, eyes drifting over to the woman who had unknowingly been their ticket in. The white-haired Faunus was pretty cute, all things considered, and he had no doubt that Lauren was thinking the same thing. "Why?"</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Minazuki Shuai Taidan - Sticky Situation "Do you think I went overboard with the napalm?" The firestorm below the team continued to rage. It was rather beautiful in the same way that a supernova was: hot and bright, but close proximity to which was likely to end in you getting roasted harder than a chicken in the oven (a fate that KNVS handily avoided due to the ability of Taidan to carry them all while flying). Still, the loss of the forest was perfectly acceptable in return for crippling the Grimm activities in the area, and the lack of foilage meant that it would be far easier to hunt down any future incursions. The Grimm were abominations to be destroyed, after all, and really, there should be no mercy involved when fighting them. "Hey Varius, wanna check if the big one's still alive?"</s>	<\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver \| Sticky Situation As the fires continued to rage, Varius had taken the liberty to cut away anything that was connected to the fire near him and his team, but even so, he cannot douse flames with a blade. It seems this fire would continue to burn until nothing was left, all he did was buy them precious time to assess the situation. The spider Grimm were visibly dying amidst the flames, their shrill shrieks accompanied by the rustling flames, the fire should continue on until it surrounds and annihilates the spider grimm nest. Shuai referred to him for advice on what to do next. He inquired whether or not they should pursue the large grimm. All things considered, the mission is currently considered a success, as he looked to the flames and remembered his team's abilities... "Considering the extent of these flames, the reward would not be worth the risk in this case", he responded. Basically, "no". "If the mother spider comes back, we'll simply kill it in a succeeding mission", he finished.</s>
<\|description\|>Varius Gilver Theme Song: Let's Just See Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Personality: Varius often comes off as arrogant, and full of pride. While he prefers to fight alone, and was problematic working with his team most of the first year due to an anti-social demeanor, he is a lot more cooperative now due to newfound respect for his team members and is visibly more tolerant of others. Despite this, he is a man of honour, and is as honourable as he is ruthless. He is calm and collected, and each of his moves are calculated and thought out. Much of his anti-social behaviour came from his inability to use Semblance until 2nd year at Beacon, while a good number of Beacon students awoke to that even well before Beacon. The only way he managed to attain their level was through mastering what he can control and that was Aura, on the other hand despite his mastery over it, it wasn't until the beginning of his 2nd year that he accidentally used his Semblance during a mission, and since then has trained to use it at will. Naturally with such great control over his Aura, using his Semblance fairly quickly became second nature, all that was left was to invent techniques for it. Weapon: The Judgement: A finely crafted katana. Unique to modern weapons, its special traits lay in its forging and increased capabilities, rather than the versatility of modern weapons made today. The style of weapon predates The War, and is a family heirloom for the Gilver family. The blade is made of an ancient steel folded and purified countless times in a Dust forge, and in-between each layer is solidified Dust, allowing the blade to react incredibly well with Aura and allowing even a small appliance of Aura to drastically increase its cutting power, and with enough Aura can slice apart Aura and Semblance based defenses in an instant. The blade's durability is legendary, and in the hands of a skilled user is said to be able to cut through anything. The blade is polished with a special dust mixture that gives the blade the colour of the user's aura when aura is applied to it. This is purely aesthetic. The sheath is also sturdy enough to be used as a second weapon for both defense and offense. Due to the blade's unique properties, he can only break through Semblance defenses by physically striking them with the blade, extensions and Semblance powers do not count. Specialty: Assassin/Fighter hybrid. Varius possesses extreme skill in close quarters combat, coupled with his advanced control of Aura makes him deadly up close. He is also capable of dispatching prime targets in an instant with his blade. He employs a combat style of Iaijutsu and Battoujutsu, accentuating a style of counter-attacks and follow-ups. Semblance: Advanced Aura Manipulation, Gathering Storm: The source of his pride and arrogance. For his whole first year he did not have access to his Semblance, and instead relied on mastering what he could control, and that was his Aura. He mastered his Aura to an extent where he could out-pace any other hunter with Aura alone, but doing it through raw Aura capacity like that was not something he had the capacity to do, so he made and mastered a new system, a flow. The Aura would flow through his body, steadily accelerating and distributing his Aura through his body at an almost lossless efficiency. His Aura this way would require incredible concentration, but as a fight goes on, he becomes more and more powerful. It's no surprise in a duel he prefers to evade and counter-attack at the start. Varius with well built-up Aura can move at blindingly and almost teleporting speeds for short bursts, though doing this multiple times in a row would easily expend his Aura and require him to re-accumulate his concentration. He can use his aura this way to increase his general speed too, allowing him to slash multiple times at blinding speeds. Most people believed this was his semblance. Blade Vortex: Varius is capable of creating slashing storms, either all around or at a distance. He can make them slash straight or curved, and generally has a fair amount of control over their length and distance. He can throw them out in his slashes to extend range, or simply increase the cutting power of his sword drastically, he can call a random storm of them at long distance allowing him to counter-attack even from far away, and use them as a means of countering close range attacks. His control over it is limited due to awakening to it only recently, but he has managed to connect it efficiently enough with his Gathering Storm Aura control, allowing him to naturally increase the size, speed and damage of his appliances of this Semblance the more flow he has. Trailblazer: Varius dashes forward while simultaneously slashing the area around his moving position. He uses a combination of his Semblance and physically striking the targets he passes with his katana during this. Slash Dimension: Varius seemingly slashes through time and space by calling on multiple slashes onto a target position. A ranged attack, but does not come out like a projectile. Has a momentary delay before they actually strike, making it reliable only when counter-attacking from a range. Sudden Storm: Varius bursts a portion of his Aura out of his body surrounding him and turns it into his Semblance, slashing the area around him. This is a great counter-attack and a good safety measure as well as possessing insane stagger capabilities but small damage, expends a lot of his Concentration. Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength lies in his close range capabilities, he has the capability to end a fight in a single well-timed strike due to the insane sharpness of his blade, and a battle against him becomes more and more dangerous the longer it goes due to his efficiency at using Aura, where many would be on their last legs, he can still be at full if not higher strength than when he started. Even attempting to block his blade can be dangerous if you aren't observant. The brighter the blade glows, the more dangerous, and the more aura he has packed into the slash. These augmented strikes are fairly projected however, as they require a moment to concentrate extra aura into, but when they land, it can be absolutely devastating. The best way to defend against his blade if you really have to, is to attempt to parry it by striking the flat side of the blade, because it is the edge that is deadly. Because of the large amount of concentration required for his special way of using Aura, mental attacks can be rather effective at minimizing the threat he poses. The effectiveness of this mental-attack tactic is also not affected by how much Aura he already has flowing, meaning you can send him from 100% to 10-0% concentration with an effective mental attack. It won't decrease the amount of Aura he has, but it will greatly slow the amount of aura he has flowing over his body. His general combat weaknesses are that his ranged attacks have more delay than say, a bullet, so his ability to strike at a range requires his target to already be occupied. Ideally he wants to be close to his opponent, but he cannot use his dash consecutively without sacrificing some of his concentration, meaning ranged capabilities plus mobility would be his natural enemy. Color: Roman Silver Emblem: Six sharp wings. For reference, both sides of his coat's collar each possess 3 of the wings.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Jericho Piper, never one to give a shit about Grat's happiness, had continued drifting around the room like a restless phantom while the rest of her team - all those assembled who had known her longer and better than he had - was standing transfixed at her show of affection. Something about Gratia's tone of voice had drawn him over to the object of her ire, and as Jericho stared down at it, he felt his disgust with the trinket in question beginning to roil, too. It was stupid, on one level. An objectively pointless little thing to have a screw loose over - a little doll with straw-colored hair, wrapped in a beat-up looking caricature of a leather jacket and a faded patch of denim, with two black, soulless button eyes and a single fabric strand for a smile. It was practically featureless; yet, like all good voodoo dolls, he recognized who it was fashioned for immediately. The damn family all looked alike. You Fiordilattes disgust me, the message was written clearly on Jericho's grouchy snarl. Your puns suck dick and you breed like roaches. The straw-haired doll seemed to smile back. Stupidly. Smugly. Then I guess that makes our dad the cock-roach! the ornament replied with glee. A low growl rumbled in Jericho's throat. He impatiently shoved the doll in one pocket of his leather jacket and resolved to mail it to Atlas for evidence later. He wanted to toss the room over in a hunt for any more evidence of a vampire-harboring little brother, and normally this would have been the perfect time; Grat's damn giggles were sucking all the oxygen right out of the room. Unfortunately, there was an impending time bomb on his Scroll that he'd been putting off answering - and it looked like Beryl, at least, had noticed. `Sender: Bianca N. [GREENLIT (?)] Recipient: Group - [s]Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets[/s] Vale Asset Group [CLEARANCE LEVEL: N/A] (Gratia M., Lucas S., Beryl H., Jericho P.) Message: Hey all!! Just popping in to see if anyone is free for some coffee in about an hour. Hope everyone is having a good family day ~~` `Sender: Beryl H. Recipient: Group - [s]Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets[/s] Vale Asset Group [CLEARANCE LEVEL: N/A] (Bianca N. [GREENLIT(?)], Gratia M., Lucas S., Jericho P.) Message: Sounds great. I need an excuse to get Lasai out of the dorm an` The thought of a coffee date - between Gratia, Bianca, and Luke "I'm Too Slow" Schwarz, of all people, made Jericho want to give the medicinal properties of hot tar a whirl. He pulled out his Scroll and read over the messages over again. He supposed that, if Grat was going, her parents would be too. There was no way he was gonna be able to make a clean break that fast - especially not with Bianca keeping an eagle eye out for him. The doll in his jacket pocket smirked. Jericho resisted the urge to crush it in his fist and began to type: `Sender: Jericho P. Recipient: Group - [s]Hunter in the streets, Grimm in the sheets[/s] Vale Asset Group [CLEARANCE LEVEL: N/A] (Beryl H., Bianca N. [GREENLIT(?)], Gratia M., Lucas S.) Message: Coffee. Fine. Delete my number.` At least now they wouldn't be able to call him standoffish. Jericho, uncomfortably aware that everyone else in the room was gawking at the Mindaros, drifted back over to Grat's guitar and inspected it again, eyes inscrutable.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Mindaro Mondays - Galla "Before your brother isn't 'in one piece'?" --- @Sho Minazuki Shuai Taidan - Beacon Grounds The young man tapped his chin thoughtfully, slender fingers slowing down to rest against his pale chin. "Sample platter?" he mused, eyes darting towards the stand for a second. "Don't think we have that, but oh, we can definitely do tuna and diet soda! What kind do you like? We don't have a too biggie of a selection, is that okay?" Taidan smiled brightly, the prettyboy's face radiating like the light from a fiery sun. "Var, get some tuna done 'kay~?" he called back over to his teammate, before returning his attentions to Yue. "Just sit tight and w- eh? Where you going?"</s>	<\|message\|>Varius Gilver "Hmph, even if our selection is small, it is the best of that small selection. Now then... Witness as I carve this tuna", in response to the order he began to cut away at a new tuna, the expert cuts left not a sliver of soft flesh against the fish's bones, the speed and finesse at which he did it was unnatural, but some may notice a slight silver tinge to his figure... Was he using his aura...? In any case, within moments it was done, a fresh batch of sashimi. "I'm sure this shall be to your liking", he seems to have chosen to ignore that their customer had begun walking away, such was his confidence in his skill.</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga Silence enveloped her as she unknowingly slept on, her head remaining on her desk. She had been feeling weary, her entire body aching for sleep. She was still too used to sleeping in the day, and sparring with the bubbly Emmy only wore her out even further. The countless nights she spent awake before she was accepted by Beacon now seemed like an old good memory. The paper ball hit her head. Sangue slowly opened her eyes. "..." ... ... ... "...!!!" The red-haired woman suddenly reached for her head, her eyes widened in surprise. Something just woke her up, and it was not her timer. Her eyes darted around the room to see if anything important happened yet. Nothing. The woman straightened herself. Sangue looked at the paper ball crumpled on her desk, her expression idle, but her eyes still wide. She picked it up. The crumpled thing had woken her up, it seemed. "..." The woman glared at the paper ball in both thankfulness and confusion. She looked up as she held onto the ball. She felt pretty awake now. At least, she thought she was awake now. She needed to take notes, so she needed to stay awake.</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver \| Aura Control Class "And I am Varius", he responded. Jasmine stepped up into position and Varius did the same. It seems she decided to be the one to try the counter first. She beckoned him to strike as the lesson required. "Very well then", he said, dropping into a stance, and then winding up a straight punch, before stepping forward with his aura concentrated into his fist and striking towards her centre, the exact place Jasmine had put her guard. As he predicted, his attack would be repelled by her aura, as he was countered, he adapted his stance with a foot back and absorbing the stagger force into his torso by rotating in response. Though unexpectedly... This was a very effective technique. He wasn't able to fully recover or shrug the stagger off, in fact he slid back a little.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class Advanced manipulation of one's soul, huh? To extend one's own self away from their very body to strike at the enemy, it was honestly a pretty snazzy, yet also incredibly intriguing, manner of combat. What would overexertion do to how someone perceived themselves? How would it affect their personality? It was really some food for thought, and the metaphysics that lied behind it all could be staggering. How did it all work? Why did they have souls? Why could they do the really cool 武术 with them? It was so strange. Yet also so incredibly awesome. Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. His cheery, purple eyes ambled across the room, watching his fellow classmates partner up and get to work with testing out what Teach' had just showed them. It was fun, seeing how everyone's aura worked. The sparks and bright lights of people's souls drew quiet "oohs" and "aahs" from his mouth, his curiosity absolutely transfixed by the sights. It looked really fun, though everyone seemed to have already partnered up, like Boss V with that lynx girl (Jasmine, his mind supplied). Was nobody free? Naoko over there seemed a bit aimless. Maybe he should intervene. Large eyes transfixing themselves at the back of the other boy's head, Taidan's Semblance arm detached from his body, the intangible, invisible essence travelling down the rows of seats towards his fellow member in Team KNVS. It solidified at the hand, and gently began to ruffle at Naoko's greying hair.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB – History Class Vega arrived inside history class to seeing most of the seats had been filled. Looking around, she could not find Gratia or Napoli. Napoli most likely skipped class and Gratia picking up the new teammate as the replacement for Bianca. So, she sat down in the back of the class and opened up her scroll to messaging. She sent a text to Gratia. I'm in history class. Are bringing our new teammate? What's the person name? With that, Vega then focused on listening to Professor Oobleck speaking about history. -- Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Aura Control Class Pinpoint counter…hm as Vanhomrigh and Iderson demonstrated. The concept of Aura control was not foreign to Sarina. She experimented with her aura as a weapon before attaining Arbiter/Tormento and her semblance which seemed so long ago though. Pinpoint counter was an interesting concept and she could apply to her semblance defensive capabilities. Her class then went into partners for practicing pinpoint counter. Sarina didn't have any partner as she looked around. Banks had paired up with Gilver and her other teammates were not around. Sarina had a deep curiosity for Varius as she briefly looked at him. When she transferred to Beacon during her 3rd year, other students compared her to him as being similar and some people pressuring her to date Varius and go into relationship with him which she ignored. Either way, Sarina had some interest in knowing more about him since they are part of the same graduating class as she waited for a partner reclining near a wall.</s> <\|message\|>Valin Nash Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask. His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down. Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy." Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko was completely unaware when something ruffled between his hair. He whipped around to see Taidan with his arm extended, seemingly using his signature semblance that Naoko never got quite used to. jokingly rolled his eyes as he walked over to his teammate. "You had any luck yet?" He asked. "I can't seem to focus it enough." Naoko explained. He then took a battle ready stance. "Shall we give it a go?" He asked, with a small grin on his face. "Want to try repelling first?"</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Taidan leaned back into his chair, arms crossed behind his head. He shot his teammate a beaming smile, eyes clearly filled with his intent to attempt what the teachers had showed them. With Naoko's attention now on him, this was going all exactly to plan. "Of course!" he declared, before abruptly popping out of his chair, dropping himself into a defensive stance. He could feel his own aura already beginning to flow around him, its warmth both inspiring and comforting at the same time. It was like a low flame, burning slowly until time called for it to become a roaring tempest, the climax of a crescendo. Of course, here he would be repelling Naoko's aura, rather than becoming the very embodiment of a firestorm. Taidan's defensive capabilities weren't something he'd really explored a lot, but it should be fine, right? It wasn't as if he was going to take an Atlesian cannon straight to the face, after all. It was just a pal's aura. "Hit me with your best shot, Nao!"</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class What was aura? The lifeblood of all beings, the power of the soul that every creature but the terrible Grimm possessed within them? For all that humanity relied upon it, there was so much that they had yet to learn, so much that waited out there for them to delve deep into. The amount of potential knowledge was so vast, but in the end, here, at this very moment, Taidan cared little for what the mysteries of aura could offer him except for what pertained to his current interest. That was, of course, blocking Naoko's attack. Aura always seemed as if it could do anything, a powerful form of energy that could be manipulated by people for all sorts of purposes. But there were limits; it was the power of the soul after all, and so it would be the owner of that soul who would decide what their aura could do. A relaxed dude and dudette would have a pretty flowing, untouchable type of aura, and they'd probably wouldn't have a hard, rocky wall of immense defensive power that maybe a stubborn workaholic cop could utilise. He himself, as a cute, fiery guy, wouldn't have had any of that. He was fiesty, energetic, burning like the sun that gave them all life! Even as he breathed and cycled his aura around his body, he could feel the sparks, the crescendo of heat and fun in his blood that was so utterly him. Though that did bring into question the matter of how static his soul was. What if he, the ancestors forbid, became a boring, lazy husk of a person? Besides being yuck and horrifying, what would it do to his aura? It did stem from his soul after all, but how malleable was the soul by the stuff he did in life? How much of his personality was influenced by it? Where did nature end and nurture begin? Was he always going to be such a cuddly guy? Would he one day no longer be the raging firestorm? His aura spiked, energy seemingly rolling of him in waves as he met Naoko's attack with a finger. The fire in his blood screamed, rushing towards that single point and condensing into a visible, golden-orange glow. This was Taidan's soul. A scorching power that found Naoko's fist exactly.</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn "Nooooooooo!", Skyra flailed and fake-shouted. "Not my tomboy image!" Another fit of laughter arrived and shook her tiny body. It took a while for this fit to cede and after that Skyra looked right into Mokuren's eyes and with a serious, but still somewhere joking, voice she stated: "I already wear a skirt in combat... and here in school, too, with that uniform. I don't need no dress!" While still that close, Skyra breathed in and caught a whiff of Moku's lovely, foxy smell. How did she manage to smell that nice all the time? That thought, though, was for another time, since her scroll beeped. "Huh... Krys is inviting me for lunch... to this new deli place or something...", she looked up from her scroll and sized up Mokuren for a minute until she, suddenly excited again, spurted out: "Wanna come with me? Eat a nice lunch? Don't worry about the money, I'll invite you."</s> <\|message\|>Mokuren Sabella Mokuren watched Skyra flail as her tom-boy image was mercilessly destroyed, and twirlied an invisible mustache, laughing evily out loud. "HahaHAhaha" However, all joking and laughing aside, she managed to retain some shread of sanity when Skyra spoke. "Ohh, a skirt is no good. It has to be a beautiful dress, one that flows and makes you look so beautiful" Mokuren explained, her nose bleeding as the prospect of such an attractive sight. Then, on a stray bit of wind, Mokuren caught Skyra's scent in full, and it made her happy. This girl, this faunus, smelled so good, for whatever reason it was, Mokuren wasn't about to complain. What she did do, however, was advance on the girl and nuzzle her neck, but only for a few seconds, since she was interupted by bleeping. "Die foul bleeping thing!" She exzclaimed, before Skyra dealt with it. Apparently, it was an invite to lunch, with Skyra. Skyra inviting to lunch. Skyra Lunch! Swiftly imitating a tomato in colour, Mokuren bit her lip hesitently for a few seconds, and then nodded. "I...like that idea. It's a date!" She declared with great vigor, only to freeze when she heard what she had actually said, and remain stiff, awaiting the judgement of Skyra.</s> <\|message\|>Naoko Kuma Naoko's arm felt like it ricocheted of off Taidan's deflection. Naoko was amazed but immediately began analysing Taidan. He looked at his eyes, his body composure, stance and so on. He looked him up and down again before finally asking. "How'd ya do it?" Naoko inquired, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration. "I can't do it. What's your method T?" He further continued. Naoko had to know the secret to this technique. No matter what it took, not being able to use this kind of power was failure in his eyes, and he will never give up until he has every single tool he can acquire to become a great hunter.</s> <\|message\|>Cobalt Chideta Cobalt Chideta Cobalt nodded as he listened to what Diamond said. He understood all those points. "I get it. It's hard to let go and let someone else choose for you." Cobalt smiled after she gave him a chance in the leadership department. It was far away from friendship but maybe there was still a chance in those regards too. That smile immediately went away after her following words. "I'll keep that in mind." Suddenly she had a knife to his stomach and it took all his willpower to not reach for the handgun he had hidden in his left back pocket. "If you're gonna preach to me about self control, how about you don't immediately draw a knife on me." He called out to her as she walked away. Whatever. "I don't think we're going to ever be friends." Cobalt muttered to himself as he walked away. When was lunch going to end?</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class Taidan grinned, his face immediately becoming a visage of great cheer as he clapped his hands together, a clear sign of an incoming longwinded explanation on how he had exerted his Aura in a manner that had allowed him to counter his teammate's attack. The pretty boy closed the distance between them, moving to throw an arm over Naoko's shoulder. "You know how you can sorta like, feel your Aura just flowing within you, all the time?" he began, materialising one of his ethereal arms to slowly turn and emphasise his point. "It's like, you gotta intensify that feel until you find what hits the spot, what point makes it real easy for you to channel it all to one bit." He flicked back his pinkish-brown hair. "The hard bit is aim. "</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit Estelle Sidos Heurassein - Defending a Caravan Estelle felt the Death Stalker crumble underneath her added weight and her blade pierce it truly. She wedged her blade between the carapaces perfectly, with a warm smile she took hold of her sword, twisting it until it pulled free. She looked over to Sterling who seemed to be okay, she gave him a chuckle when he called her babe. She waved at him, before realizing that her two teammates had not faired as well as Sterling and herself had. She watched as he attempted to save their teammate, which only made Estelle realize there was one unaccounted for. She scanned the surrounding for Sarina and as soon as she saw her, she took off. She heard Sterling call out to her telling her what she had already chosen as a course of action. She saw the five Nightmares and immediately began preemptively increasing her weight. She had a semblance of an idea on how to defeat them while protecting Sarina. She barreled into one of the nightmares, attempting to push it onto its side, leading with her blade. She knew that for her and Sarina to stand a chance against the Nightmares, she had to thin their numbers quickly. Estelle planned on strengthening her weight in order to hold her ground against the potentially charging Nightmares. Estelle felt her body collide with the dark hide of the Nightmare and silently cursed under her breath. When Bianca had told her of the wonders that Beacon held, this was not one of them.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Sarina Tala Dei – Team JESS - Defending a Caravan Sarina did not expect the air current to shift her away from the caravan when she dropped down. An unlucky fate for her as she realized she fell into a group of nightmares. They surrounded her as Sarina was on the ground, looking at them as observed her with a killing intent. Of course she had her sword… Wait where did I lose it when the air current shifted. She clenched both of her hands into a fist, nothing; Arbiter/Torment was not in her hands. Damn it had been with her since she started Haven as she cursed under her breath the loss of it though there was no time to lament its disappearance… [1] And Sarina saw Estelle ram her body into a nightmare. She immediately took this opportunity to activate her semblance as the nightmares would focus on her and charged up her body quickly and went into the hand-to-hand combat stance she used. With Estelle weight pushing down on one nightmare; it would make her an easy target for the remaining four. One charged at her and Sarina with blinding illuminating speed landed a punch on the body of that nightmare to use it hooves to pummel Estelle. That punch sent it off into oblivion, that only god knows where, seeing the stellar burning light engulf it in the distance. Sarina then focused her sight on two nightmares charging at her and like nothing she launched two medium stellar bolts [2] at the charging nightmares, sounding off like a military class rail gun as it sent them off flying…into oblivion…again…disintegrating in the distance. She turned her head to the final nightmare that was…running away. It was a common move by her foes when they view the goddess in action. Sarina made an egotistical half-smile firing off another shot, ending the existence of a fleeing nightmare. Sarina then turned her attention to the last nightmare being crushed by Estelle. "Thanks for being the bait while I finished off the others" making an egotistical half smile towards her. She crouched down to the nightmares head and punched it with strength, pummeling it into the dirt, as its head began disintegrating. "You should get off from it; I don't want you to get burned again…oh and I lost my sword. If you find it, then inform me." -- Sarina Notes [1]: Character Background Info [2]: Another of Sarina semblance ability -- Vega Venetia – Team VGNB - Outskirts of the City The modern lights of the city shined in the distance, the location where Bianca was held at by Dodici Cosca. Scum. Maybe ironic from the connections she supposedly had but in her mind they were rumors. [1] Nonetheless she had been waiting for this moment despite the fact this would considered a suicide mission for a beginning team. After all they had each other and she was grateful for Ozpin in pulling the strings to go on this personal mission. "Gratia and Napoli you lead the attack. With the amount of bullets that are going to fly, that redirection" as she nodded to Napoli "is going to be needed. Me and Beryl will take the shadowy route to find Bianca." -- Vega Notes [1]: Hm?</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Beacon Docks It would not take Noëlle too long to encounter the aforementioned supposed 'pyromaniac' of Team Canvas, for sitting casually within the ornithopteric aircraft that would take the squad of Hunters to the locale of their mission was the ever-enthusiastic Shuai Taidan; pretty-boy extraordinaire, crowd control specialist and a youth voted "Most Likely to Become a Fashion Designer" by his past classmates for his exuberantly large wardrobe and tendency to switch outfits on a single dime. Yet despite the last of those qualities, the twenty-one year old was remarkably restrained in his appearance on this fine day, having, to the likely shock of the members of his former boy band-esque team, defaulted to his customised school uniform, and was now almost somebody who would not immediately stick out in a crowd. The key word of course, being "almost". Despite his military-like attire, there were a certain number of traits that would ensure that he would be quite the object of notice amongst the myriad of unique individuals that populated the city of Vale. Framing his handsome and delicate face, for example, was his long, flowing hair, today differing from its standard, ponytailed design through the utter lack of any form of accessory, whether it be hair-ties, scrunchies or clips. The pink-streaked brown was on full display, dropping down around his shoulders like a tsunami of strawberry-chocolate syrup, the only departure being that of the two long extended parts of his fringe that dropped around his cheeks, and the simple, thin ahoge that reached out from underneath the grey gas mask that had been pulled back up from his face. Gleaming violet eyes, full of life and vigour, were especially noticeable as well, their edges creasing with humour as he fired off a dazzling grin at the girl who had just entered the aircraft. And then there was the six metre long spear with a wicked, golden blade and blood-red horsehair tassels that was balanced precariously upon his lap, its immense girth almost impossible to fit within the width of their transport. He did have other tools of his trade upon his body, such as the six golden rings sitting peacefully in the crimson vambraces around his arms, or the wind and fire wheels that were attached to his boots, but it was his incredibly large weapon, one that was three and half times longer than his height, that would most likely be noticed. "Hello there!" His voice was very much the essence of honest cheer. "I'm Taidan," continued the prettyboy, before pausing momentarily to adjust the position of the gas mask sitting upon his head. "Shuai Taidan. Nice to meetcha."</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Skyra Dawn Skyra sighed long and hard. "A car... seriously...", she mumbled. From the get go, she was skeptic about stepping into that car. First of all, it didn't look safe enough for her, especially when Krys was driving. Not that she didn't trust her team's leader, but she doubted her ability to drive. Secondly, this was more or less exactly the opposite of "stealthy". Which was why she had to bring it up to their leader. "Krys... a car is not exactly the most... subtle way of getting around... I am pretty sure there are other ways of reaching our mechanic. I don't really want to get ambushed on our way there, 'cause I am pretty certain our enemy already knows that we're out here..." Mentally Skyra already prepared herself for her objection to be rejected. She knew she had no chance in hell to do stuff sneakily in this team of loud people. A slight smile spread over her face at that thought, just for a second, to be replaced by her usual emotionless, business visage.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson When Robert was a boy, living on the streets all on his own, one activity he enjoyed to do was to visit the library. There were countless numbers of books and, if you were to ask, most of the librarians there would have sworn that that redheaded child had read every single one. As the pack of Beowolves closed in around him and the burning rage he had just felt quickly turned to fear and worry, Robert recalled a specific line from one of those many books. It was some sort of guide, for hitchhiking if memory served him right, that read, "What to do if you find yourself stuck with no hope of rescue: Consider yourself lucky that life has been good to you so far. Alternatively, if life hasn't been good to you so far, which given your present circumstances seems more likely, consider yourself lucky that it won't be troubling you much longer." In that moment though, Robert decided that if he was going to die, he wasn't going to lie down and take it. At first he activated the ballistic form of his bracers, but soon realized that, with his team so near, that firing shots off in random directions would only lead to disaster. Switching back to his weapons' blade form, Robert charged at the nearest Beowolf. The team leader aimed for the beast's jugular, causing the Grimm to try to duck underneath. It underestimated the huntsman-in-training's speed though and was met with both blades in its eyesockets. One of the Beowolves thought that Robert had now left himself open for attack and lunged forward to take a bite out of him. The boy quickly raised his leg and kicked the Grimm's face though, sending shards of broken teeth in all directions. These weren't dumb animals though, and it didn't take long for them to realize that attacking one at a time was a foolhardy plan. While one Beowulf tried to turn his head into a chew toy, another used its claws to try and take a swipe out of him. In the blink of an eye, Robert changed one bracer to its ballistic mode and put a 10mm round between the hungry Grimm's eyes. He attempted to use the other bracer to block the incoming claw, but was too slow, allowing the claw to rip through his flesh. Robert collapsed on the ground in pain. He wasn't going to last much longer if his team didn't try to help him.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Brewing Storm Despite her fair silence, Sangue was still paying full attention to her surroundings. In fact, so far there were not several things that disturbed her senses; there were quite a handful of unnatural presences in the area, and she was pretty sure that every other hunter present near her vicinity knew that. She kept her hands on her blade, remaining watchful over what could strike. But again, while her offense was moderately powerful, she had nothing to cover her aside from her aura for defense. Which led to her simply trailing her team leader. She wasn't using him as a human shield; she just felt less nervous around the presence of her teammates. Then the lights turned off. With Ben stating that he would protect one of the flanks, Sangue stayed close to him and prepared to back him up. Her expression was no longer idle; her eyebrows were furrowed slightly, her lips tightening into a small frown.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – Outskirts of the City After Beryl scoped out the building, Vega thought about a way to approach the building. Going through the lobby would attract attention though perhaps they could be a diversion if Napoli and Beryl get discovered? Yes, Napoli and Beryl through the Warehouse while Vega and Gratia can go through the bank as prospective customers. It is a good way for her and Gratia to get more info on the building. "Alright, Beryl, you accompany Napoli through the warehouse on a stealth mission to locate Bianca. While that me and Gratia will enter through the lobby as prospective customers who want to open up a checking account," pausing, "if it is still open. It is evening already." Though the thought of a night infiltration was a better plan in her mind, though god knows what is happening to Bianca. Perhaps patience for the night was better when they would be less security personnel to deal with. "Or we can wait until night falls and infiltrate the headquarters together."</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Team KNVS (Sticky Situation) The aircraft rocked violently against the storm of feathers, the shuddering of the metal vibrating into his body. To be attacked by a Nevermore so soon into their mission ... it was exciting to know that they were getting such a grand welcome from the hordes of Grimm they'd been sent to exterminate. Fighting that foul excuse for a bird however, seemed to be quite difficult when a team of hunters was trapped within a weaponless transport, as if condemned to a flying steel coffin. What could they possibly do? What actions could the senior team of KNVS perform in order to escape such a dangerous and deadly situation? Shuai Taidan, pretty-boy extraordinaire, master of disguise and pyromaniac, fastened his gas mask, snapping it tightly shut over his face. He rose from his seat, shifting his long polearm into a standing position and placing it down onto the cold floor of the transport with a quiet thud to keep himself balanced. "You guys go ahead," he said cheerfully as he turned around to face his team, voice distorted by his mask. "I'll handle our feathery little friend, kay~?" The door behind him opened. The wind blew through, ruffling his hair and spreading throughout the entire aircraft. And then. He. Fell. Back. Taidan exited the aircraft, dropping to a rapid vertical descent towards the earth like a bullet. Then his boots flared up, the wind-and-fire wheels igniting with power, forcing him to a screaming halt. He hung like that for a second, held immobile within the blue sky, and his body suddenly shifted around. A Nevermore would have been a problem for any other hunter. However ... The skies were Taidan's domain. "I wonder if you taste like duck?" he murmured, looking up at the flying Grimm above him. Six ethereal arms unfurled from his back, as if Vishnu reborn. "Guess I gotta try!" Spear in hand, he blitzed towards his enemy at high speeds.</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Gren Orchid Patrol Mission Once Team Kiss arrived to the mechanic's workshop, one thing they may have noticed as they entered was the quiet. It was fairly early in the morning, so a lull in business wasn't too strange. But for those with sharp eyes, they may have noticed that the sign said "Closed", yet the doors were open. There wasn't a responds from anyone towards Team Kiss. Not an immediate one anyways. Before they could investigate much further, someone did step out one of the halls. A thuggish looking figure with an automatic rifle, who fired a hail of bullets towards Team Kiss, hoping to have caught them off guard. Shortly after three more showed up, similarly armed, and it looked like the band of hunters had a fight on their hands. @Ryonara@SevenStormStyle@Pyrodash888 Capture the Fort The beowolves were in the process of tearing Robert apart to feast on his innards, but fortunately Trad came to his rescue before he was torn limb from limb. And while the beowolves were slowly losing their numbers, they continued their furious onslaught, some even intelligent enough to call for backup. A distinctive howl pierced the night, and in the distance it was responded by more howls. The remaining beowolves, seven currently, proceeded to attack Trad and Roberts, though Trad's power prevented them from doing much harm. For the first few minutes the monsters did nothing but claw and bite, but as they noticed their attacks failing to do any notable harm, they tried to see if they could push Trad out of the way, or dig into the dirt and reach Robert from below. And for those who weren't deafen by the snarls and growling of the beast near them, there was a thundering herd of footsteps in the distance. Who@Jedly@Nytem4re@Awesomoman64 Sticky Situation The Nevermore was old, but still as deadly as any youngsters, if not more so. It has fought and came out on top against many hunters in the past, to the point that it has a decent awareness of how they use their weapons and abilities. It also knew that it's current opponent, a flying metal machine, had no means to harm the nevermore. If the metal box could be grabbed, then it can be slammed into the ground. If that did not destroy the box, it will at least kill the hunters inside. At least that's how it usually goes. Someone fell from the aircraft. The nevermore knew it was a hunter, and they usually fall out in order to save themselves. In the thick forest the Nevermore couldn't hunt them down, but it didn't particularly care. At least, it didn't until it saw something glowing flying towards it. With a great flap of it's wings the nevermore nearly avoided getting it's head impaled on Shuai's spear, and it was mildly surprised that he was able to fly in the skies. Never has the nevermore fought a hunter who could fly. But it was hardly bothered with this. The Nevermore began to fly high, high enough that to the pilot of the aircraft the massive grimm monster was naught but a spec in the sky. Won't be long before the nevermore would bring it's full weight down on the aircraft, and anything else in it's way. This was the pilot's signal to get the ship down. At the risk of running into other hostiles, it was testing his luck or his skill against the nevermore's dive bombing. And despite it's size, they dropped fast. "We'll be making an emergency landing here folks, I see a clearing up ahead that I'll be able to move into. With any luck your friend in the skies will keep big bird off my tail, and give you all some time to get accustomed to the forest. Thank you for taking Air Beacon, and happy hunting." The pilot spoke with a cool voice as he hovered twenty feet above the ground, opening the bay doors for the rest of Team Canvas to make a landing. @Savato@Sho Minazuki@Crimmy</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Mechanic's Sepia turned just as the man with the gun stepped into view. Her eyes widened and she whipped around to face her team leader. "Krys-" She was cut off by the storm of bullets. One of them found its mark in the edge of her waist and a few others whizzed dangerously close. She flinched. Swinging Orthus off of her back, she spun and pointed one end at the gunman, firing its hook out with enough force to send her skidding on her feet backwards a yard. With any luck, it would take out at least that particular individual and clear a path for her teammates to escape being surrounded. She knew for a fact that Orthus's mechanism was strong enough to break a few ribs.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox Ebon didn't think much about the mechanic's shop aside that it was small and cramped. Which was a bad thing when someone came out and started shooting them. The first thing Ebon did was rush in front of Krysthane, who was standing closest to the gunner, and use his massive shield to protect her from the hail of bullets. He saw Sepia take a shot, but from his spot behind The Kingdom Ebon didn't know what was going on. He had two R-Types pop out from the shield and returned fire at the gunner and his allies. Ebon wasn't really trying to hit them, but he was supressing the area by having his R-Types shoot everything in the general direction. He shot up tools, boxes, papers, containers, and anything else near the gunner. Ebon might have even actually hit someone. As his R-Types were suppressing fire he used another Claw Type to close the distance and give Ebon some intel on what they're up against. He had the Claw Type charge at one of the gunners that Sepia wasn't fighting with, aiming for his shooting hand so that he couldn't get a clear shot at the R-type or the others. "I got a feeling they aren't here for a repair job."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz -- Deliberations "Not here." he replied to Lauren's first query from within the inner portion of their group, having been quickly decided a liability on the outside given his lack of defensive capabilities or enhanced senses. Not that I disagree with it. I should have at least used the flashlight function of the scroll from in there, though... Hindsight's 20/20. Folding his arms across his chest and staring deeply into the split of the path, Luke began to do what Luke did best, what Luke always did, and what Luke had become somewhat infamous for doing too much: Weighing options. "Well, if we end up splitting..." he began, gaze sweeping round to take in the group at large for a moment. "It'd make the most sense to have the leaders each go down a path, to start with." Simple sense, stuff that even April would be able to come up with. By having each team's leader on the two paths, they could keep in constant contact and report their findings to one-another in real time. To not do so would result in them being cut off, unable to call for help. In other words, a death sentence in this scenario. "From there, though..."</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Team KNVS (Sticky Situation) "Ooh, you're a fast little birdy." Taidan righted himself in the air, eyes lazily following the ascent of the Nevermore further into the blue sky from behind his gas mask. It was going for the divebomb, if the rapid shifting of the body into a more aerodynamic form was any indication. A tricky thing to deal with, especially if there was stuff in the way. The bird Grimm were unnaturally heavy compared to their mortal counterparts, and he didn't want to be the guy being targeted by a falling one. Fighting off magpies was totally enough to deal with already. Still, everybody was counting on him, so the birdy had to suffer a gruesome death. Ah, the life of being an awesome hunter. He floated below the flying Grimm, moving his body to face the path of its readied descent. The ethereal, ghostly arms, six in number, unfurled from behind his back, much like a great god readying his judgement upon the guilty. Taidan wasn't a god, by any means, but the Nevermore was definitely guilty of conspiring to exterminate every single human on the planet. And that was totally something deserving of punishment. The arms solidified for a second, before becoming ethereal once more. They were ready. Taidan gripped onto his long spear, extending it forth at the bird in challenge. The tip opened, radiating heat and power. "Come at me, then!"</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm "There would be spares to power these things laying around... Although I don't think turning them on is a good idea yet", he responded. The idea of turning on the generators was what he had in mind at first, getting more light was a good thing too, but with a big facility like this, it would make an incredible amount of noise. He felt like the lights were all off for a reason, nothing seemed damaged, the Grimm didn't go after the lights, or anything like that, they had to have been turned off by the survivors. He felt that turning on the lights would be tantamount to unleashing hell. The Grimm avoided the lantern because of the light, but if there was no light to hide in, what would happen? They would become berserk, not to mention, he felt the ones from before weren't the only Grimm they could be facing in here. "It would make a lot of noise, I feel like we'll get swarmed by Grimm the moment the lights are turned on, not to mention if they're afraid of light, imagine how unpredictable they would be when they're overcome with it, with no shadows to hide in", he noted. "We should definitely turn the generator and lights on though, just not yet. We need to gather up survivors first and meet up with Pris", turning the lights on would be what they want if they needed to clear the facility, but all things considered right now, the survivors would be in danger if the Grimm were on a random rampage throughout the whole facility. Their hiding places would be swarmed by Grimm trying to find a place to take cover also.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz "Well, you're both leader and the one in Grimm Studies." Luke said with a cooperative nod, choosing to defer to Jack's broader experience and knowledge base for the moment. That, however, left them with a simple question. "What next, then? On to the Decontamination room?" he asked, looking to the door. It'd be simple to walk across and fling it open, but even in a room as calm as this, he felt much safer if they moved as a unit without anyone rushing ahead, potentially straight into an ambush. Then again, we've made our presence pretty clear just by talking like this. Would they have attacked by now if there were any? Well, this was where the Grimm-Animal comparison got tricky, as the former was much more aggressive on the whole towards humanity, while the latter depended greatly between the myriad circumstances involved. In any case, even he knew that acting without warning was a recipe to get everyone into trouble.</s> <\|message\|>Lilac Drakon Lilac Drakon The battles behind her faded from Lilac's mind as she focused. She had to take care of the enemy she faced before she went to help the others, but she knew it wouldn't give her much trouble. After all, this fight was probably halfway over by now. She could see the twin heads closing in on her, one from each side, but to her their movements were sluggish. She grinned as she reached out her hands to either side, her enhanced strength coupled with the protection her aura provided making it a simple matter to grasp the lethal fangs like she was plucking fruit, twisting her wrists until both snapped off in her hands. Not only did the Taiju recoil from the pain, but she now had two shiny new weapons to use against it. She tossed them aside, however, as her battlerush goaded her into finishing the fight with her own two hands. She leaped into the air directly at one of the two heads, a disturbing glee in her eyes as she reached out to beat the life out of her opponent.</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm "You got it." Ben said easily, flipping Lawnslot around to hand the weapon to Lauren butt first. Then he switched Artorius to his left hand, freeing up his throwing arm for what was to come. Amy could use her weapons to climb up, but Sangue and Lauren would need a boost. He could work with that. "Amy, you want to grapple up or get tossed? I'll send Sangue up after, then Lauren, then you can use Unchained Fury to pull me up." "What's your preference?"</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm "Yeah, onto the decontamination room. We should above all else try and meet up with Priscilla and the survivors she was with. Although, before we went into the last room we didn't have a light, so they attacked us, since we were enveloped in their element. The light should keep us safe", honestly he wasn't sure, as he had absolutely no idea what kind of Grimm they were dealing with. Although he had a point. The Grimm stepped right the hell off the moment they entered the lit room. Though while his observation seemed to be correct, he had the feeling that numerous Grimm lurked the shadows around them. Though they acted as if this facility was a home to them, so their little trip through the rooms were equal to walking through a Grimm infested forest, except they had means of keeping Grimm away from them without fighting... Hopefully. "That being said, I would prefer to deal with an ambush than constant waves of them", he was a bit more serious this mission. He could feel the pressure of this place too. He hoped Priscilla didn't do anything stupid though before they reached her. She was quite excitable.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane - Patrol Mission Fixit hm? Not the most original name, albeit accurate. "Mr.Fixit, you're right on both accounts. I'm Krysthane, and this is my team, Ebon, Skyra and Sephia."[/color] She explained as she pointed at each of them in turn. " Can one of you guys please call Officer Midori to get over here and help get rid of these thugs? Anyway Mr.Fixit, we can here because we got word from a friend that you might now some things that could help us in our investigation. Specifically do you know anything about W.A.R? Anything you can tell us would be helpful."" Krysthane asked, eager to get some more answers about this mysterious deal. At least she knew they were heading in the right direction, obviously Fixit knew something if thugs had been sent to take care of him and anyone who was looking for him.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - Brewing Storm At the notion that Sangue needed to get a brief elevation with the help of Ben, the red-haired woman sheathed her blade, though her hands remained gripping the sheath and the sword handle tightly. With her usual silence, the swordswoman walked up to Ben. As soon as Amy made her decision, she would be thrown by her team leader. That sounded neat. If anything were to go a bit shakily, she always had her claw and blade to adjust to situations. The huntress-in-training turned to Amy and Ben with a blank look.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze \| Brewing Storm "Sounds fair" Cian said as she continued to let her eyes sweep the room it was at times like this she wished she had finished her one project for class at least those goggles would help greatly at the moment. Still she supposed all things considered that Jack's idea had merit it was best to face ambush rather than a horde of grimm. "This place unsettles me I say we hurry and get our part of the job done the sooner we are done with place the better." She added as she shivered lightly the nature and feel she was getting from here was starting to get to her the only reason she hasn't started firing at every noise was due to training rather than any restraint on her part.</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Sticky Situation Taidan pulled his spear away, watching calmly from behind his gas mask as the Nevermore's black carcass slumped and dissipated into wispy nothingness, much like so many other Grimm had in the past upon succumbing to his weapons. It was always so strange, so curious, that the creatures of night would simply ... blink out of existence when they died. Were they truly even alive, then? Their status was as much of a mystery as their presence, but it did provide quite a fodder for discussion. Interesting discussion, as well, but it was totally not the time for that right now. The others were waiting on him, and you always had to avoid keeping your friends waiting! None of the Grimm's friends were coming to fight him either, so the sky was probably clear for now. That was good work! With renewed cheer, the pretty boy extraordinaire of Team KNVS descended from the heavens, the flames on his wind and fire wheels burning hot as they controlled his fall towards the woods that his fellows had decided to land within. The clearing within the trees was easily visible, even from so far up, and so Shuai Taidan slowed as he neared it, dropping on the soil with a quiet tap. It was good to be with the others again. "Bird's gone," he declared happily.</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beryl Harken "I believe that the plan was for the stealthier of you to accompany me around back to see what we could find." Beryl had been content to remain quiet and let the others figure out the plan. At this point though, her staying silent would do nothing but waste precious time. They needed to get moving before something happened to Gratia. She adjusted her sword belt and did a few light stretches. She looked at the other two with a slightly impatient face. "Best we get moving sooner than later, the person who remains behind can move in when things start exploding."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz Clear shots? What the heck? I can't possibly be in front of everything, I'm a small gu—ggrbl In his moment of distraction, the hoodie-clad hunter found his situation to have suddenly grown much more dire, as long arms, clawing at and past him for purchase, found hold of his neck, instantly squeezing tight. His eyes bugging, he cut off his complaints (through no mean feat of psychological effort), and directed his focus to the task at hand. Teeth grit as his neck muscles tensed in an instinctual method to fight off the squeeze, his consciousness flashed back to a more practical method of dealing with the attack. Grab the choking hand. Four fingers on the meat below the thumb. Peel away. Counterattack with all your might! Deftly adjusting his grip upon the creature's arm, he caught one of its fellows trying to slip by— "OOOAAAAAAAAH!" And with a haggard cry of war, clubbed it with the Grimm he'd been dealing with. Letting out a rough cough as he released, he returned to his usual demeanor that everyone knew and loved once more. "I can't be getting in the way of every shot, can I?!" Consummate everydude just trying to make sense of the world around him. The more this mission dragged on, the crazier everyone was getting! They had to get out of here, and fast. And with some remorse, he noted that he was definitely a major factor in slowing their process down in the first place. Just as the sparring class had time and again proven: I think too much. "Just put lead on anything that moves that isn't us!" came the amendment, "If there's a worker in here, we'd have known by now!"</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan Before long, Team Canvas was finally together. The sun was still up and the forest was quiet. There were signs of grimm passing through the area, most of it large tracks. Some cobwebs of unusual size hung from the trees marking broodling paths, but they were spread far and irregularly. There was no signal here on everyone's Scroll, so they could not even use their devices to call each other over a network or access the internet. The first of the team to interrupt the silence was, of course, the masked pyromaniac of the team, having exterminated a Nevermore mere minutes before. Taidan was bringing up the rear, terrifyingly long qiang resting casually upon his shoulder. While none could see his face, it was quite clear from his jaunty step that he was smiling. Beatifically. "Do spider Grimm produce spider silk?" he asked, fingers tapping gently against the shaft of his weapon. "There would be a lot, wouldn't there?" Enough to ... say, craft some rather dazzling garments from. --- @Sho Minazuki @Onarax @Lucius Cypher</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver Varius landed well with a martial grace as expected of Hunters their level, ever observant he was more concerned why there was also a Nevermore here. Though it now lies dead, there was still the matter of reaching their destination, now that their main transport was down. It was likely they were going to be a little late, and given the nature of their mission, the sooner they got there the better. Their team member Shuai broke the silence. They would likely produce silk, considering this was a nesting type, them making their own nest with their webbing was very likely, and yes given the mission, there would be a lot. "Very likely, and I would trust you to keep the swarms off of us too when the time comes", he responded promptly, dusting his clothes off before the team began to figure out which direction to move in.</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) "That goes without saying, Varius," replied the resident pyromaniac and pretty-boy extraordinaire (although aside from his flowing locks of pinkish-brown hair, it was exceedingly difficult to make out his facial features from behind the strange gas mask tightly worn over his head) with good cheer, immediately closing in on his teammate to throw a friendly arm around the other man's shoulder. "Any Grimm that comes close to us, and wham! The goose will have been cooked!" Literally, of course, because that was the fate suffered by all monsters of the night that found themselves at the business end of his napalm-producing weapon. Although, the intense heat of the chemical compound would more likely result in overcooking, but the metaphor still applied nonetheless, albeit with an assumption that Chongli was capable of being utilised as a kitchen utensil. Taidan had yet to properly test such out, but it was an idea that was going straight on his list of things to do if trapped in a state of ennui. It would be a truly fascinating experience! And he had a chef outfit lying around that would fit perfectly with such an activity. "So what type of plan are we going for today?" he continued, still resting his arm upon Varius. "Want me to just flood the nest with fire, or ...?"</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia @Lucius Cypher@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN Armory "Eep!" Emerald nearly jumped out of her skin when Anna surpise hugged her. She'd been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn't seen her soul sister coming. "Oh hey Anna, I'm doing alright I guess, it's just a lot to take in and process ya know? I think I'm still in shock about it." Emerald was more in shock about what her dad had told her than anything else. She'd had an older sister all this time and she never knew! She basically gained two sisters yesterday, that was crazy! She followed Anna to where Gren and Oswald were conspiring on something...most likely developing weapons of some sort. "Whatcha guys plotting?"</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Haven "Beryl Harken. Hey." Jericho wasn't even surprised by the otter's random appearances in his life anymore, nor was he going to waste any energy protesting her anime nickname for him. He was more focused on the random affliction that seemed to strike her as it had struck so many other girls (and honestly, people in general) here at Beacon: random, sometimes bizarre mood swings, that seemed to pass like freak storms. She had a faraway look in her eye that faded for all of two seconds. And he had thought better of her than to push her boobs up just because she was sitting next to him. Wasn't like they weren't perky to begin with anyway, Beryl, don't be a paranoid wreck. You didn't HAVE to sit here. "I don't really care much about weaponry, honestly. Not enough to get attached to most of it. Put any gun in my hands and I'm comfortable up to 1900 meters." He shrugged off his jacket and unclasped the chest holster he was wearing, pulling it away from his t-shirt and dropping it on the worktable that he and the Mistralian Faunus girl shared. His hair clip came next, long brown hair falling down his neck as the clip slimmed down and extended into yet another knife, this time a faux-stiletto that he dropped gently onto the table. He looked to Beryl, mouth creasing casually into a thinner line; he gave a faint shrug and shook his hair free, chest rising and falling calmly as he looked wistfully to the back of the class. "I just enrolled because this seemed like the closest thing to an auto shop," he explained, "and I used to piss away a period on my streetfighter. I didn't want to have to get her repaired with black market parts for a semester. Hey. Your Semblance is water-specific, right, Beryl? Those cavemen at the docks here all have their thumbs up their asses, and God knows what they screwed around with while unloading her. Would you help me check it today if you have a free minute, make sure no single-celled jackass dumped a bottle of Fiji into my carburetor or anything like that?"</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia @LokiLeo789 -- Vega Venetia - Team VGNB – Armory Class Vega did have any ideas for any contraption on weapon. Sitting near Gratia while she worked on her Contraption, Vega was reading an article concerning SMG's and AR's on reducing muzzle climb and increasing auto-controllability. She kept her distance so Gratia would have room. Flipping a page, "Interesting" she muttered to herself.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Ayazi@LokiLeo789@Plank Sinatra Beacon Academy-Armory Class-Beryl Harken So that's where he was keeping it. Beryl hadn't been able to figure out where Jericho had pulled that smaller knife from the last time she had seen it. The young Altesian knight had an insane draw speed when he felt threatened. "Sure." She said in a tone that, while it was still cheerful, was less overwhelmingly so than her initial greeting had been. "It'll give me a chance to pick up some pointers on automotive mechanics from someone who actually knowns what they are doing."</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Picture, if you will, the scene of a school cafeteria. One emptier than it would be at any other time of the day, but a school cafeteria nonetheless. A school cafeteria filled with stores hawking tasty sustenance, mascot statues appealing to merchandising, and a small number of loitering students taking advantage of their temporary freedom from classes to grab themselves a quick meal to replenish their energy stores for the inevitable task of learning. Of course, there is a major difference between this scene and the school cafeteria you are likely picturing (beyond the fact that trainee Hunters would not be found so easily in some school cafeteria): there is an unfortunate lack of Shuai Taidan in your imagination. That isn't to say, however, that there is a visibly "Taidanesque" presence in this cafeteria either. Certainly, this larger-than-life Shuai Taidan should be one of loitering students in the cafeteria, but for all intents and purposes, the room seems bereft of anything larger-than-life, and one would suggest that Shuai Taidan isn't larger-than-life at all, if he could be present without anybody noticing. Yet there is a simple explanation. The reason for why there is no sign of Shuai Taidan, why nobody has noticed his presence despite his supposed larger-than-life nature, why there is no radiant aura of cheeriness filling up some corner of the room, is merely the fact that ... ... Shuai Taidan doesn't look like Shuai Taidan. An unexpected answer, but one with an even more obvious answer: Shuai Taidan is in costume. Take a look at the small number of loitering students in this cafeteria. At first, you may have thought that the set with the qualities of "who could be Shuai Taidan" essentially boiled down to one discrete variable: "the boy who looked like Shuai Taidan and thus was Shuai Taidan". This, of course, would have been fallacious reasoning even had Shuai Taidan looked like Shuai Taidan given the presence of those with shapeshifting or illusionary powers present within the halls of Beacon Academy. Yet that is not as relevant to the discussion as the fact that yes, Shuai Taidan does not look like Shuai Taidan. And thus, the set of "who could be Shuai Taidan" expanded in scope from an individual to every single one of those loitering students. After all, if none of them looked like Shuai Taidan, and Shuai Taidan didn't look like himself, then everyone was a candidate for being Shuai Taidan. (Except for your boyfriend, Plank. Because quite unfortunately for your case, Shuai Taidan is really just a flat, 2D creation made up of words and copyrighted images, and not actually part of the set consisting of "actual real humans who you could feasibly date".) So of those loitering students, who is in fact Shuai Taidan? It's not the silver-haired hipster with sunglasses, because he is far too tall to be Shuai Taidan, even if platform shoes were involved. It's not the cleaner wiping gunk off the tables before more students arrive, because Shuai Taidan's shift isn't until later in the week. It's not even the black-haired beauty inexplicably in a ballgown, because Shuai Taidan isn't crossdressing today. What's the answer then, you may ask? He's one of the supposed mascot statues. If it comes as quite a surprise, then you likely share the sentiments of many of the students present in the cafeteria. They too assumed that the grumpy-faced bear wearing kevlar was merely a statue owned by the sweets store, but the sudden motion of said bear's feet proved them to be incorrect. It was no statue, but in fact a costume. A costume containing Shuai Taidan. A Shuai Taidan who had decided to stop loitering in a costume and start waddling out of the cafeteria. Witnesses could only stare after him in shock. And once he, clad still in costume, disappeared from the cafeteria's confines, a conclusion could be settled upon: In this cafeteria, the set of "who could be Shuai Taidan" no longer contained any individuals.</s>
<\|description\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: A majestic, carbon-reinforced qiang of nearly twenty feet in length, the Huojian (火尖) is Taidan's primary weapon, a beautiful instrument of war that he crafted as an extension of his own very identity. Its shaft is a subdued silver, dignified but humble, ending in a large, golden blade that that deviates from the standard leaf-shaped qiang with its wicked, jagged edges. Its blood-red horsehair tassels are long and flowing, well-kept to serve its purpose in blurring the vision of his enemies and protect the shaft from blood. What this simple appearance hides, however, is its secondary form, Chongli (重黎), which instigates its blade to open up and spurt out napalm that will stick to those unfortunate enough to be in its path, weighing down upon them as if they have been exposed to the presence of a wrathful god. Accompanying his mighty weapon are his signature golden Qiankun (乾坤) rings, six in number, that can be found sitting quietly in the two crimson-black vambraces on his forearms. They are simple, unadorned, representing the infinite universe that the Hunter seeks enlightenment from, but their ability is less so, being capable of enlarging and shrinking. With the assistance of his wind and fire wheels, known as the Rongquan (融圈), which burn like the thrusters of a rocket, he is also capable of fast-speed movement and flight, as they can be attached to his boots. However, they can also serve as melee weaponry if required. Specialty: Although relatively well-rounded in regards to his combat specialities, possessing optimal mid-range capabilities as well as his long-ranged ones, Taidan typically takes upon a more supportive role, utilising his rings to trap enemies or launching napalm strikes from above. Semblance: Santouliubi (三頭六臂) - Taidan's tendency for multitasking and love for a variety of things has manifested through his semblance as six, ethereal arms that unfurl from his back as if he himself was a deity. They possess a powerful range, capable of extending out a far distance from his body, and so he makes use of them to manipulate his golden rings, as well as any other object his seeks to utilise. As an expression of his aura, their state of manifestation can vary, allowing him to move them through solid objects, and can also be hidden from view. Personality: Taidan is quite an exuberant person, always full of good cheer and enthusiasm for whatever it is that he is doing at the time. This excitability is constantly expressed through his talkative, bouncy nature, and he can always be found gossiping with others, teasing them and always failing to comprehend the concept of "personal space". With his warmth and childish love for the little things in life, his exuberance and liveliness is almost overbearing, though he will always seek to tone himself down if it disturbs his companions too much. He can be easily startled, however, especially if something is to come "out of the left field", and so in situations where he is caught off-guard he will stumble, forced to flail about in search of a solution to his problems. When panicky, his energy seems to almost double as he tries to orientate himself, contrasting with his tendency to become lethargic and grouchy when searching for sustenance during his hungry states. Despite this, he possesses a relatively sharp and perceptive mind, though it is a trait dulled by his tendency to leap straight to the first possible judgement (and at times he can seem slightly gullible, especially when with friends). Taidan is also an avid lover of costumes. He will change costumes daily, whether it be a simple outfit or something ridiculous like a ballgown. Indeed, he is a skilled weaver, frequently crafting his own clothes from fabric for his own needs, and can pull off many an outfit with little problem, even those of the opposite sex, thanks to his relatively feminine appearance. He tends to throw himself into the character of his costume, though the undercurrent of his cheer is always present. The hunter is proud of his ability to dress incredibly well, and will frequently punctuate his declarations of being a "master of disguise" with constant hair flicks. He also enjoys a good hat, and will also dye his hair frequently because of his view that always staying with his natural pinkish-brown is a bit too "boring" for his tastes. The hunter is also surprisingly philosophical at times, pondering the nature of life, the world and the meaning of happiness. He is rather tolerant of things that others would find strange, and sees ugly things as quite "adorable". Although a fan of goats, he doesn't quite like other four-legged creatures like horses, and is a city-slicker through and through. He also has a terrible long-term memory. Underneath the demeanour of good cheer, however, he can be rather serious and focused when need-be, always gently helping others return to the proper path of things. Color: Xiaofanghong (#CE2029) Emblem: A simple red ring, round and smooth, with no embroidery, no flair, for it is the ring of the infinite universe that holds a meaning that nothing can truly convey. Appearance: For a young man of twenty-one, Shuai Taidan is incredibly short compared to his fellows, standing at a mere metre seventy. He is remarkably pretty and handsome, possessing an almost-feminine, graceful face that seems be constantly warm and cheery. Indeed, his pinkish-brown hair is long and flowing, tied back into a ponytail that descends in waves down towards his back, and his purple eyes are large and full of life and vigour. Though seemingly lean and skinny, his uniform, which has been modified to resemble military dress, hides a well-defined, athletic build beneath it. Shuai Taiyin (帥太阴) * Asking out a lucky someone * Coming to school in style * Musing on the nature of life * Peace out * Still pretty in tracksuit Shuai Liwang (帥李王) * Cuter than your boyfriend * It's not that hard * Not when you're a Shuai * Motorbikes are cool Shuai Lianzi (帥蓮子) * Big bro'll protect</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] Haven @Abillioncats So that's how it's gonna be. Not dreaming. He wasn't dreaming. Even a well-loved phrase of his like 'God damn it' wouldn't cut this. God has damned this whole land. Not that Jer Piper was surprised to see a catgirl flying. This was an unfortunate constant in his life, like someone tripping over the same stair, or always hitting the same pothole on a relaxing Sunday drive. But normally there was an order to this sort of thing. The kind of serenity that came with a pattern. * (a.) Be Jer; look up at the ceiling. * (b.) A catgirl is flying between your head and the ceiling. * (c.[a.]) Because Bright has noticed this catgirl trying to linger in Speer's room, * (c.[b.]) and launched her into the mesosphere. * (d.) Problem resolution. This broke that godly pattern. And what does a devil do, but the jobs that God has not the stomach for? Just as his hand was leaving the desk and straying to his chest, a tail thwacked it casually. Beryl Harken was smiling. The two guns in his chest holster went untouched. God has damned this whole class. "Atlas is the future," Jer reported dispassionately. "There we have catgirls there that can make puns, leap skyscrapers, hunt crime, and still make it back before curfew. Levitation is cool, too, though. To the second graders."</s> <\|message\|>Skye (she claims to have no last name, that she lost it. She also referred to herself initially as "Byakko" but now denies this) Annabelle Valentine Armory That's a good idea, having the scroll itself take most of the workload. It would let us fit a lot more features into the visor itself. If she does choose to go with the smaller model it will take some time to get parts that good ordered and shipped. Hmm, Ozzie's gone quiet. Either he's getting fully into his work now or... No, I'm sure he's just busy at this point. Lots to get excited about. "No spare blades, Grenster. I only brought the essentials from home and haven't done any major shopping yet. Aren't there some generic bladed weapons over there?" Ah! And earmuffs, perfect! She stood up to go fetch the much desired ear protection but a sudden outburst made her jump. "E-Emmie, what-?" Hold on. How is she suddenly so much taller than me? Ooooh... Emerald hadn't gotten taller. She was floating! What the hell?! This is insane! Annabelle cheered Emerald on as she began a series of aerial acrobatics throughout the classroom. Briefly she wondered if she should remind Emerald she was wearing a skirt. She picked up her scroll and began to record the event instead. It would just ruin the mood if I pointed that out now.</s> <\|message\|>Sepia Russet Sepia Russet - Grimm Studies To say Sepia woke up feeling unwell would be an understatement. As she came to, her first thought was of just how hot she was. The immense pile of fluffy blankets and pillows that formed a structure almost like a nest on her bed had metamorphosed into an oven at some point during the night and she was starting to feel thoroughly like an overcooked...something. "Something sweaty, anyway." She ran a hand through slightly damp curls, surprised at its slight shakiness. "Huh. I must be really hungry." Ignoring how her head pounded when she sat up, the dog faunus disentangled herself from the suffocating mess that used to be a bed before she twisted and turned in it all night. "I really hope Yue made food. The issue of how I've never so much as touched an oven isn't something I want to go through right now." Hm. Maybe the other girl could teach her sometime. It would be nice to spend some non-mission time together. - By the time she slid into one of the very last vacant seats in Grimm Studies, Sepia was very grateful for the lack of obstacles on her way to class. While she would normally jump at the chance to socialize, today was just not a good day for first impressions. At least her spot was in the back. Maybe if she made herself extra small during class, she wouldn't be called on for anything. "If I get pulled down to fight, I'm definitely going to puke." Nausea had been building up all day, and even someone as admittedly slow as her could figure out why. Everyone here was just so stressed. Between the student body of teen angst and Datura's wacky hormones, Sepia's semblance was starting to get on her nerves for more than just the usual reason."Buck up. It just means that there are people here who need help. It's not their fault that being a teenager is just one crisis after another." She chided herself internally. The brunette leaned forward and propped her chin on her palm. Her eyelids drooped. Well, one did. The other felt...weird. A chill ran down her spine. "I forgot to put it back." Quickly, she pulled down a section of hair to cover the left side of her face. A class where she would doubtlessly alternate between anxiety and sleepiness. It could be worse, really.</s>	<\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Shuai Taidan - Grimm Studies The door at the back of the lecture hall clicked open, and a solitary figure immediately slipped through, surreptitiously glancing around the room even as he made his to a quiet seat far from the front where the lecturer for the class had yet to appear. He was a pretty young man, his handsome and delicate face framed by long, flowing hair. There was no ponytail today - no scrunchies, headbands or any other accessories were present - and instead the pink-streaked brown was on full display, dropping down around his shoulders like a tsunami of strawberry-chocolate syrup. Two long, extended parts of his fringe dropped around his cheeks, and a simple, thin cowlick drooped from the top of his head. Clad in a militaristic uniform, the young man shuffled into his chair, plonking down without taking out any books, or really, even having anything to carry learning materials in. The reason being that Shuai Taidan, senior student, had absolutely no need to turn up to a first-year class. He didn't even have a class this period. Yet despite it, the violet-eyed fellow decided that it would be fun to sneak into the back of a class and see what the youth of today was learning.</s>
<\|description\|>Jorie Ngo Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Faunus - Alpheidae Weapon: Claw; Jorie's right arm. It's an overgrown claw that has replaced one of her limbs, if you account for her entire weight, this thing almost weighs half of her. The biological weapon is possibly one of the most confusing weapons in the school, able to shatter bones and eardrums if you allow her to land a critical attack. It works in a rather odd manner, similar to firing a gun, this shrimp cocks her claw, nothing too bad happening. However, once the pincers snap shut in an almost lightning speed, pressure fires is fired. It works as her claw is snapping so fast that it creates a gap within the air, the power comes when the air rushes back to fill the gap creating a shock-wave that allows foes to be hit with mere sound. This implosion causes an attack that can knock around most enemies from medium distances and possibly could break bones if you were hit in the right area with enough force. Specialty: Mage / Gunslinger - Jorie isn't too fast due to her abnormal weight distribution, she's constantly imbalanced while moving which makes her very immobile in situations that require speed and finesse. This makes it so that she likes to fight from medium to long range, or hiding to strike at the right moment, Jorie is most vulnerable if she is in CCQ due to that the rest of the body is quite fragile excluding her weapon which can be dangerous if you allow her to snap at your flesh with her claw. Semblance: Bubble Blast; Jorie is able to pressurize small areas of space. They are mainly used to add extra force into her weapon, make the shock-waves even worse with added pressure to be popped. Begrudgingly, and rarely, Jorie can also use this power to create small pressurized bubbles within people that can cause acute pain, nauseous, and possibly even start some internal bleeding if the pressurized air bubbles pop within them. These bubbles only last for a few seconds as they are mainly used to fire off more powerful blast, but it can still be used as a distraction method if necessary. Personality: Jorie, amazingly with her rather strange arm is exceptionally understanding and kind when it comes to curious people, she doesn't find the questions too bad, and is even friendlier to other types of Faunus. Though, you have to find her first to even interact with her. Natural instincts tell the girl to constantly hide, she can fit into almost any space and you can find her in the most confusing places like in the top cupboard or her own school locker. If you are able to detect and find her hiding places, than you are free to interact with her actually shy personality. She murmurs to strangers most of the time, but with people that she sees on a regular basis like her teammates, she becomes a lot more outgoing. Color: Pearl Emblem: A circle completely surrounded in a claw-like shape. Appearance: Jorie is extremely small, you could almost say that she is similar to the size of a shrimp! Jokes aside, she is around the height of 4'8, her claw arm is almost half the size of herself. The main things you notice about her is rather large claw arm, but she also has another physical trait relating to her species. From her skull, two antennae are protruding from her head, these are very sensitive to touch, and they allow her to feel in a higher sensation compared to the human side of her. She is rather light, likes hiding in the dark better than standing in the day light, and her size allows her to hide anywhere she pleases. She doesn't like to wear anything too tight, she likes wearing loose bits of clothing to fit in those tight spaces that even she would have trouble squeezing into. Jorie also wears a dark grey and over-sized hoodie, far too big for her own good as if you pull up the hood on her, it covers her entire face! She also wears khaki pants with red slippers donning her feet, her hair is unkempt and short with the color relating to the color hazel. All in all, she looks like a pretty frail girl except for the giant claw arm protruding from her body.</s> <\|message\|>Ebon Umbranox "Tch." Ebon got back onto his feet, dusting himself off and looking at the two. "Whatever. Go on and play buddy-buddy all you want. You and I both know this is all just an act." Ebon grabbed The Kingdom and walked away from the scene. He wasn't going to go to any party with someone like Sapphire, and having Gren there wasn't making it seem any more appealing. Though this did make him want to find Sapphire's daggers even more, if only to spite her. So Ebon left the air docks to find a foot path down towards the lake, or at least a series of cliff edges he could hop down and get closer. Once Ebon was out of sight, he looked back towards the lake. In the distance he could see a couple of heads pop out of the water. The others either found the daggers or were having a hard time finding it. Either way Ebon jumped off the cliff with The Kingdom in his hand. Once he got a good 15 feet or so above the water, he slammed The Kingdom into the side of the cliff, stopping him form falling further. Climbing on top of it he then sent out a few more R-Types, this time four in total. With less of a distance to focus he should be able to use them more effectively, though only in a close group. "Now let's see what's taking so long..."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connolly- Lakebed Looking between his compatriots (and mercifully ignoring Robert's pantslessness), Oswald boldly declared his, admittedly obvious, plan: "We need to get that thing out of the water. It's amphibious, but we're not. Fighting in the water, even if we all had our gear, would be suicidal at best. We needed Marcus's tank to destroy the Datura, and this thing is on the same class as that big bastard was." Looking out to the lake, Oswald sighed. "We could grab that guy over there...and Napoli, I guess, to help. Shiro, Rob...you ready to do this?"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue Naga - BASL Dorm The red-haired swordswoman blinked as her bunk shifted just a bit. Still, she quickly returned to her idle emotion as she remained still. She wanted to eat something, but she found it to be unfitting of her to lead the members. So she decided to wait for Benjamin's call. Or anyone's call, really. The quiet woman shifted to the wall next to her as she stared at it emptily. It was a strange day. At one point, she held onto a particularly well-fit warrior in a pool containing one heck of a Grimm. And then she found herself lazing around a bed at another point of the day. Time sure flew by quickly. She still found the man she teamed up with(?) to be a nice person, and perhaps her interactions with him showed some of her slow, but steady improvement in social skills. She hoped to meet more people like him.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – VGNB Dorms "I see" as Vega nodded at Luke and then Beryl who remained quiet. "Well, I will see you later" as she turned her head to Gratia, Luke and Beryl. Vega exited out of the door, now it was time to get to that party. Vega hoped she was not late. -- Vega Venetia – Airship Docks – Her Introduction Vega was walking towards the air docks when she came upon the sight of Green orc and several other individuals she had no knowledge. She remembered him and his transgression of course, but she tucked that away in her brain. Her pace of movement slowed down as she felt nervous coming up to a large group and introducing herself. Though with openness and confidence as she arrived to them, "Hi, is the party taking place here" she said in her usual friendly tone. -- Sarina Tala Dei – Beacon Rooftop – Beneath a Clear Sky Sarina had reached the rooftop to find no presence of any members of CPLT. She took a careful glance around the rooftop, nothing. She took out her scroll and sent a message. >Sender: Sarina Tala Dei >Receiver: Senior Students, Staff Members >Body: No sign of Team CPLT in the rooftops. I am going to check the pool. Tell me your current status. After sending that message, Sarina held onto her scroll to looking at the sky. It was clear, all blue reminding her of her abilities briefly. She stood tall just looking at it holding her scroll, enamored by its beauty going off into daze, though she quickly regained herself. She then took a walk near the edge of the rooftop facing the airship docks. She noticed the color green near a group. Likely Vega attending that party Sarina had heard of through the gossip of other students, good for her cousin but Sarina was not going to attend a gathering of a bunch of freshman. It got her thinking; she should hold a party with only seniors. Hm I should, get an opportunity to learn more about Varius. That man, she had been always curious of him. That is of course if, the disappearance of CPLT is the sign of something sinister to occur, then probably not after this. Sarina was hoping it was some stupid prank they were playing…like what… What was his name again oh right as Sarina had remembered, Paron, the guy that had convinced her to trash her mentors' office as a prank with him when he bailed and the blame was entirely put onto her. Sarina did not even memorize the other name of the members of CPLT, her scroll reminding her of their names when she went through the contacts list on her scroll. Oh right those are the three others names. Sarina did not know much about them as they never really made themselves known to her. Sarina sighed, "That is what you get for signing up as a TA, become a second eye for her." And being the assistant of a powerful respected hunter is one of the greatest goals any student can attain in her university years as Ms. Serene jumped off from the rooftop, onward to the pool.</s> <\|message\|>Krysanthe Krysthane: Gym + Duel Krysthane raised her arms defensively as a blast of air slammed her backwards. Shaking her head Krysthane looked up to see herself facing a massive cannon pointed directly at her. Fight or flight? Precious moments ticked by as Krysthane stared the cannon in the face. Then she grinned, dodging would probably be futile and she wasn't the kind of girl to run from a challenge anyway. Krysthane stomped both feet on the ground and squarely set herself to receive what would no doubt be a monstrous blast. "ALLLLRIGHT!" Krysthane yelled and stood there resolutely, hands at her side letting her body take the full brunt of the blast. The beam collided with her aura with a terrifying amount of force, slowly pushing her back. Krysthane dug her feet into the ground determined to weather through the blast, she could feel herself weakening. Krysthane let one last senseless roar out as the blast broke through her defenses and she was sent flying back crashing into the far wall of the gym. Krysthane viewed Emerald fallen from through blurry vision, "Heh, always wondered what rainbow tasted like..." was all she managed to say before she too collapsed to the ground, unable to keep consciousness any longer.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze - Range "I been here for the last 2.5 hours" Cian muttered as she let out more shots hitting the two targets that appeared behind her by bending her body backwards and firing. This was getting to be a bit troublesome with the angles they were appearing at but that was actually good no enemy after all will just swarm you from up front. Thing was really picked up Cian noticed as she saw more flank from the sides before she spun around slicing through one with the blades on her rifle before shooting the other. "So why are you looking for this team may I ask? It seems odd that a single senior would go out of their way to look for a team unless they had a reason." Cian asked as she continued what turned into a impromptu survival battle against fake grimm cutouts.</s>	<\|message\|>Jorie Ngo Jorie Ngo - Pool Jorie sighed to herself, kicking her legs into the water as she stared into space. There seemed to be no one inside of the entire pool at the moment, and there she even checked the changing rooms! Well, except for the men's changing room for obvious reasons. So, with her rolled up pants, she continued to kick water into the air without any thoughts in her mind. Her paper thin antennae idly slightly twitching at the droplets of the chlorine water splashing on her face. She continued to do this until her hoodie started to vibrate once again with her stomach glowing from the brightness of the scroll. The vibrations through her body soon enough brought her out of her spell, regaining her consciousnesses from the calming waters. She tentatively pulled the tablet from her hoodie, putting her face close to the screen to read the message. It seemed that Sarina couldn't find anyone at the rooftops, and the missing team was evidently not located within the pool. Using her human arm, she started to type up a message to her team. >Sender: Jorie Ngo >Receiver: JSSC JESS "Uh?" Jorie questioned, confused by the auto-correct made by the tablet. She tried to type in JSSC once again thinking of it as some type of mistake, but it seemed to keep on auto-correcting itself to that acronym. She quickly tapped the screen a few times to check the people composed of this Team JESS to see that three familiar names popped up, but one stranger. "Who is Estellise" Jorie said to herself, hoping that she pronounced the strange name correctly. Staring at it for a couple of minutes, Jorie shrugged to herself about this new name for the team and the stranger. >Sender: Jorie Ngo >Receiver: JESS >Body: Sorry, no luck at the pool. However, has anyone noticed the new name for the team? Team JESS? I'm kind of confused about this change... Can we go to back to the dorm to figure this out? Getting up from her seat, she used her semblance dry her legs with the pressurized air, forcing the water to be shot off of her skin. She quickly rolled down her pants to cover her legs once again and headed for the exit. Jorie did find it quite strange to herself why she chose the dorm room, but she felt like that place would be less crowded than the empty halls as someone might intrude upon their conversation and might scare her in the process. Yes, the dorm should be empty of strangers.</s>
<\|description\|>Kiran Ali Khan Age: 21 Gender: Male Race: Markhor (Goat) Faunus Weapon: The Blunderbuster Full Package - Kiran's weapon of choice is a multifaceted and versatile weapon. It allows him to survive at mid to close range, obliterate at mid to close range, and devastate at mid to close range. Truly a weapon designed for any situation, at mid to close range. Fundamentally the weapon consists of 3 different configurations. The first, and most common method of use, is a sword and gauntlet configuration. The sword, dubbed Sharaman, is a simple blade of dussack design. Essentially it is a long piece of silver metal with a slightly curved edge that wraps around at the bottom to form a hand guard of sorts. Part of the metal is covered in cloth to serve as a hilt. The gauntlet on the other hand, named Mehri, is far more elegant in design. It is made up of many intricately detailed metal plates, almost scale like in appearance, the run up the length of his forearm stopping just short of his elbow. His fingers are covered in a claw like metal, allowing him to easily grip into rough surfaces. The metal is mostly silver in colour although the calligraphic inscriptions have a rust like colour to them. The 2nd configuration involves Sharaman transforming into a flintlock blunderbuss. With a mostly rust like colour, and the metal appearing almost wood like in places, the blunderbuss appears akin to blunderbusses from the 18th century. However while it appears old the technology has been updated for modern day, allowing for Kiran to load it like a modern double barrelled shotgun. In terms of ammunition, it is loaded with many small dust infused lead balls, making it function best in close range. In addition Kiran is capable of modifying the dust rounds, most often employing the four basic colours of dust: fire, ice, wind and lightning. Mehri remains untransformed in this configuration. The final configuration has both Mehri and Sharaman combine into a massive great sword known simply as the Blunderbuster Sword. All ideas of elegance and intricacy are thrown aside to produce a blade that is simply really, really big. Well over 2 meters in length, the sword towers over every other blade and student in the academy. Indeed, in all his years both at the academy and outside, Kiran has never seen a larger sword. It essentially amounts to one long dual edged blade with a two handed hilt attached. It is also capable of channeling dust rounds, allowing it to catch on fire for instance. Specialty: Despite the size and heft of his massive sword, years of training and well tuned muscles have enabled Kiran to remain unperturbed by the size and bulk of his sword. A weapon that most people who have trouble lifting, yet alone wielding, fits deftly in Kiran's hand as he blitzes across the battlefield with it. As one can imagine, his weaponry and semblance allow for high damage output to any number of enemies at mid to close range. In his different configurations Kiran achieves a few different roles, with configuration one acrobatics are the name of the game, and he uses his superior speed and agility to vault over and engage multiple enemies in combat, or serve in a more defensive role using his gauntlet to deflect attacks. In his second configuration, Kiran uses his blunderbuss to provide a little bit more range to his normal tactics, and take out multiple enemies with a single shot. Of course this does require him to have his enemies neatly clumped for his convenience. It's his third configuration that speaks closest to his heart. While he may not be able to maintain the same level of acrobatics in this form as his others provide, Kiran does not hesitate to use his mighty blade to cut through the swaths of enemies that plague him and his team. He deals mighty blows to all that would stand in his way, or stands fast in the path of hordes of enemies. Indeed when his semblance is not active, his massive Aura reserves do grant him a fair degree of defense. Whether he's remaining fast or steadfast, Kiran diligently plays out his role as the Berserker and Tank in combat. Of course, he's always stuck at mid to close range, and flying enemies are usually out his reach. Usually. Semblance: The Prince of Sand - Kiran's semblance enables him to enter a berserker state that not only enhances his physical traits, strength, speed, endurance, durability, etc, but also dulls him to all feelings of pain. To accomplish this state, Kiran draws his aura within him, which, while increasing his natural defenses to be stronger than normal skin, does leave him more prone to potential injury as he no longer possesses the standard aura defense. However the gains in speed, endurance and strength, nearly triple of his standard, more than make up for this deficit. As this form relies on his aura it can only last for so long. However it does start to rapidly increase in power just as he hits the red zone. Damage sustained while in this form also knocks his aura lower, and ones fully depleted he is forced out and left exhausted. One last trick of this form is the ability to infuse himself with dust rounds right as he enters the form. This can allow him to catch on fire, or for each of his attacks to contain an undercurrent of lightning. He can only utilize one dust property at a time, and is unable to switch while in this form. Typically, off a full aura bar, Kiran is able to stay in this form for only about 20 minutes. It should be noted however that Kiran can push himself further, however any damage he takes from that point on comes with the risk of severe, permanent injury.The longer he stays in the form, the more strain placed on his body that will cause severe injury. In terms of appearance, Kiran's skin greatly darkens, becoming black as coal. However this is interspersed by glowing slivers of a rust colour. Forming intricate circles and swirls down the length of his body. If he infused his form with dust, then some of these lines are replaced with glowing dust of that colour. Personality: Kiran has been raised to follow a certain set of virtues, a creed of sorts. It is by these virtues that he lives his life. The first is strength, not just physical strength, but the strength to remain steadfast in the face of oppression. The strength to firmly fight for what is right, and never back down to injustice. The strength to protect one's comrades and the strength to protect all those in need. Without strength, Kiran can not be of any use. The next is loyalty, to remain loyal to one's friends, allies, comrades and virtue. Without loyalty, one is but a fickle leaf in the wind, blowing from one master to another. A lack of loyalty leaves one hollow inside. Yet it is not just an idea of remaining loyal to people, but rather the virtues that drew Kiran to those people in the first place, if need be he will fight till they remember what is right. His loyalty extends to ensure that his friends remain on a just path. This is closely tied with the third virtue of honour, and ensuring that he conducts himself in a manner befitting of a true warrior at all times. The fourth virtue is humility. Kiran makes sure to always remember that he is but one piece of a much larger puzzle. That to grow in arrogance, is to forsake others and harm them in the process. As a result, he has a large degree of respect for all living things: Humans, Faunus, plants, animals and yes, even Grimm. However respect should not be confused with kindred connection or naivete, for Kiran is quite aware of the evil nature of Grimm. Instead his respect comes from an understanding that they are powerful beings worthy of caution. In a similar manner, Kiran holds the highest degree of respect for all those who have faced him in battle, regardless of whether they won or lost. In fact he makes a point to memorize the faces of all Humans and Faunus he has faced. However despite these creeds, which are more of personal code then anything and not one to be enforced on others, Kiran is not as serious a person as one might suspect. He enjoys conversing with others and these creeds are merely for emphasis on internal self improvement. He snarks at dumb ideas, cracks a few bad jokes of his own, and is more than willing to dispense advice when asked. It is when in battle though, that he is at his most vivid. It's not uncommon to hear him shouting and urging his opponent to fight harder, in fact there have been many times when he has outright given advice to his opponents in hopes of bettering them. The thrill of battle is most definitely something Kiran lives for. Still, talking to him will reveal a young man of reasonable intelligence, decent charisma, and strong understanding of what it means to fight smart. Unless completely consumed by battle, Kiran's virtues keep him from being reckless. Color: Rust (Hex Code #B7410E) Emblem: A massive rust colored sword, blade down, fading into the sands. Appearance: Kiran stands fairly tall, at 6'4'' and every ounce of him is well toned muscle. However this is not necessarily something that is immediately apparent, as his muscle isn't all that bulky. His skin is a light olive colour signifying the generations that lived in the hot deserts of Vacuo. He has dark brown hair that protrudes out of the long flowing turban he wears, underneath turban however are tiny goat horns, signifying his Faunus nature. Similarly he generates much of his speed and power from goat legs generally hidden under his long pants. In terms of his uniform he wears it prim and proper, however his actual combat gear is much more practical.</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze -Crossroads of A Brewing Storm "The answer button is flashing and I really don't think that we caused that to happen when opening the gate." Cian said as she looked around. Grimm was not smart enough to lay a trap this over the top where things would be this serious. "I honestly believe that someone is trying to contact us if we go by the flashes that can be interpreted as morse code. So what is the plan of action we can press the button that most people would say not to push. Or we can ignore the flashing that is probably morse code and potentially leave a survivor behind I am not going to allow something like that to happen though so what is your take on the events at hand?" Cian asked as she looked at the people gathered this was serious or for her it was there was a potential survivor alive so her honest opinion was to press the answer button to see if it was a mistake or someone is trying to contact them. Either way time was ticking by and that probably wasn't a good thing.</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Luke Schwarz -- Semantics ? ??? "I don't think the flashing's what we can interpret as Morse Code here." he responded, bemusement evident in his hushed tone. "Rather, if anything was, it'd have to be the tapping." The flashing light was almost certainly a regular interval to catch the eye, anyway, and there was much less reason to suspect the flashing of an answer button, of all things, to be in Morse. Why waste the time when the people on the other end could just pick up? It wasn't a concept that made sense to him. Then again, neither did half of the things he had now learned over the course of one week, but he digressed. Focusing purely on the topic at hand, he found such a situation to be extremely unlikely. However, the general gist of her message, those details aside, was one he agreed with: The button had to have been flashing because someone from the inside was making a cry for help, a cry that they as hunters, as good people, couldn't afford to turn a blind eye to. "But, yeah. I think that means there are people trapped inside we need to save." A little firmer this time. --- Sterling Johnson -- Defending a Caravan (and teammates) "Thanks, babe!" called the Atlesian bruiser as he hit the vehicle feet-first, Aura's natural protection dampening the shock and allowing him to whirl about-face, just in time to notice that, oh shit, two of his teammates were in a bad way! Luckily, that's what he was here for. Silvery wrist joint disconnecting, his hand hung in that familiar downward position as instinct guided his aim. Loaded with rounds of Fire Dust, the twenty-something looked to make an impression upon the Tutankhamen's back. THOOOM! And so, he delivered, barking an order suggestion at his other Faunus teammate over both his shoulder and the rushing wind, even as the massive incendiary round sailed downrange. "ESTELLE, GRAB SARINA!"</s>	<\|message\|>Kiran Ali Khan Kiran Ali Khan - Package Secure, En route to Rendezvous Point Kiran was not one to judge so readily, for while the initial encounter pointed towards a lethargic and lazy being, one with little care in the way of her personal appearance or indeed the impressions she gave off, Kiran refrained from jumping the gun on any potential assumptions. Engaging in such an act would be highly disrespectful of his new teammate's potential character, and Kiran always strove to ensure respect. Thus for the time being, Kiran simply filed away his observations to await a later date when he had acquired all the pieces of the puzzle. Yet despite his silent observations, Kiran did not miss a beat in the conversation, replying with a gentle smile to Noelle's first remark. "I appreciate the compliment, I'm quite grateful to my name as well. One of the many things my parents did well, and yes I am the 'boss-man' of the group." During his reply, and indeed his lengthy explanation in general, Kiran couldn't help but take note of his teammate's frequent glances at his turban. Then again, I suppose visitors from Haven don't have the opportunity to see those of with blood from Vacuo all that frequently. It's no surprise that she's a little curious. It was Noelle's humble request at the end of his explanation that served to elicit a slight chuckle from Kiran. If the huntress simply wanted a refill then it was his job as team leader to oblige, "I suppose it's only fair I grab you a drink, I am the one robbing you of rest after a no doubt tiring flight, I'm sure fighting was the last thing you desired on arrival. Thus if a drinks all you require, I'll be happy to oblige. After the mission, drinks are on me." "Oh and Kiran is fine," the sword-wielding Hunter responded with a hearty grin, as the two made their way towards the airship, "But if you'd rather call me Khan that's fine too, I'm not particular. Oh and the mission is a fairly straight forward one: Spider Grimm, Ozpin wants us to sneak in and simply subdue the beast. Unfortunately, knowing us, Taidan will probably setting the whole place on a fire and the Grimm will probably be chopped up into a thousand little pieces." Once more a slight chuckle escaped Kiran's lips, "You'll quickly learn that stealth and Team Canvas don't exactly go hand in hand. Just like Taidan and restraint do not mix. If you've got any further questions don't hesitate to ask, and yes," Kiran appended without missing a beat, "I am aware that I talk far too much."</s>
<\|description\|>Priscilla Montgomery Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Priscilla's weapon is called _Beauty's Thorn_. It's a very simple weapon that transforms into three kind of styles. Big Hammer Mode, Katana Mode and her all time favorite, the rifle. There isn't much information about the weapon but that it's just bad as, seriously. Specialty: Priscilla is all about aiding her team and sometimes doing the plans. She isn't the BEST fighter of the team BUT the girl can fight. Priscilla mainly is to protect her teammates with upcoming attacks, like for example by putting up a force field around her teammate, or taking the hit for her team. That's what Priscilla's role is about, aiding her team, other words the defense. Oh she is also good at medical, doesn't have healing powers but she could make someone feel good by actually using medical items. Semblance: Priscilla's semblance is a more defensive semblance. She uses pink colored force fields to shield her team or deflect attacks. At times this power could also be offensive but she barely uses this semblance as offensive. At times she could but only in emergencies or when herself or her team are in big trouble. This force field offensive attack is actually sending a force field flying towards the enemy, making that enemy fly away or trapped inside the force field. Personality: Priscilla is the sweetest and kindest girl a person could meet. She is extremely loyal and will always protect those who she loves. She is very loud and outgoing, loves to run around and be active. At times Priscilla can be a downer and usually not be the person that she is, and that is because at times, She thinks that with her personality she may bother some people and they calling her an annoying girl. It has happened before. Priscilla can be shy and quiet around people she doesn't know OR in a big crowd. But other than that, she is helpful to her friends. Will do anything to help them out and protect them at any cause and she will always be there for them if they need her. Oh! And Priscilla is a very brave girl when it comes to fighting, her personality is still the same, happy and laughter but in combat she focuses to get things done. Color: Pink Emblem: Priscilla's emblem is plain and simple. It's a pink heart with a katana marked in the middle. Simple right?</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze -Crossroads of A Brewing Storm "The answer button is flashing and I really don't think that we caused that to happen when opening the gate." Cian said as she looked around. Grimm was not smart enough to lay a trap this over the top where things would be this serious. "I honestly believe that someone is trying to contact us if we go by the flashes that can be interpreted as morse code. So what is the plan of action we can press the button that most people would say not to push. Or we can ignore the flashing that is probably morse code and potentially leave a survivor behind I am not going to allow something like that to happen though so what is your take on the events at hand?" Cian asked as she looked at the people gathered this was serious or for her it was there was a potential survivor alive so her honest opinion was to press the answer button to see if it was a mistake or someone is trying to contact them. Either way time was ticking by and that probably wasn't a good thing.</s> <\|message\|>Sterling Johnson Luke Schwarz -- Semantics ? ??? "I don't think the flashing's what we can interpret as Morse Code here." he responded, bemusement evident in his hushed tone. "Rather, if anything was, it'd have to be the tapping." The flashing light was almost certainly a regular interval to catch the eye, anyway, and there was much less reason to suspect the flashing of an answer button, of all things, to be in Morse. Why waste the time when the people on the other end could just pick up? It wasn't a concept that made sense to him. Then again, neither did half of the things he had now learned over the course of one week, but he digressed. Focusing purely on the topic at hand, he found such a situation to be extremely unlikely. However, the general gist of her message, those details aside, was one he agreed with: The button had to have been flashing because someone from the inside was making a cry for help, a cry that they as hunters, as good people, couldn't afford to turn a blind eye to. "But, yeah. I think that means there are people trapped inside we need to save." A little firmer this time. --- Sterling Johnson -- Defending a Caravan (and teammates) "Thanks, babe!" called the Atlesian bruiser as he hit the vehicle feet-first, Aura's natural protection dampening the shock and allowing him to whirl about-face, just in time to notice that, oh shit, two of his teammates were in a bad way! Luckily, that's what he was here for. Silvery wrist joint disconnecting, his hand hung in that familiar downward position as instinct guided his aim. Loaded with rounds of Fire Dust, the twenty-something looked to make an impression upon the Tutankhamen's back. THOOOM! And so, he delivered, barking an order suggestion at his other Faunus teammate over both his shoulder and the rushing wind, even as the massive incendiary round sailed downrange. "ESTELLE, GRAB SARINA!"</s> <\|message\|>Kiran Ali Khan Kiran Ali Khan - Package Secure, En route to Rendezvous Point Kiran was not one to judge so readily, for while the initial encounter pointed towards a lethargic and lazy being, one with little care in the way of her personal appearance or indeed the impressions she gave off, Kiran refrained from jumping the gun on any potential assumptions. Engaging in such an act would be highly disrespectful of his new teammate's potential character, and Kiran always strove to ensure respect. Thus for the time being, Kiran simply filed away his observations to await a later date when he had acquired all the pieces of the puzzle. Yet despite his silent observations, Kiran did not miss a beat in the conversation, replying with a gentle smile to Noelle's first remark. "I appreciate the compliment, I'm quite grateful to my name as well. One of the many things my parents did well, and yes I am the 'boss-man' of the group." During his reply, and indeed his lengthy explanation in general, Kiran couldn't help but take note of his teammate's frequent glances at his turban. Then again, I suppose visitors from Haven don't have the opportunity to see those of with blood from Vacuo all that frequently. It's no surprise that she's a little curious. It was Noelle's humble request at the end of his explanation that served to elicit a slight chuckle from Kiran. If the huntress simply wanted a refill then it was his job as team leader to oblige, "I suppose it's only fair I grab you a drink, I am the one robbing you of rest after a no doubt tiring flight, I'm sure fighting was the last thing you desired on arrival. Thus if a drinks all you require, I'll be happy to oblige. After the mission, drinks are on me." "Oh and Kiran is fine," the sword-wielding Hunter responded with a hearty grin, as the two made their way towards the airship, "But if you'd rather call me Khan that's fine too, I'm not particular. Oh and the mission is a fairly straight forward one: Spider Grimm, Ozpin wants us to sneak in and simply subdue the beast. Unfortunately, knowing us, Taidan will probably setting the whole place on a fire and the Grimm will probably be chopped up into a thousand little pieces." Once more a slight chuckle escaped Kiran's lips, "You'll quickly learn that stealth and Team Canvas don't exactly go hand in hand. Just like Taidan and restraint do not mix. If you've got any further questions don't hesitate to ask, and yes," Kiran appended without missing a beat, "I am aware that I talk far too much."</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Jack Orpheus \| Brewing Storm Mission "Agreed", he commented as he strode over to the terminal. Everyone was quite cautious around the terminal for some reason and it didn't sit well with him. Grimm can't use pieces of equipment like this, unless there was some kind of massive intelligence evolution. This had to be some of the survivors. He pressed the answer button and began to speak, "We are students sent from Beacon on a rescue mission, if anyone is there, please respond", with that, he let go in order to listen to any response if there really was anyone there. If they can get a lead on one person as soon as this, they can work this to more efficiently rescue the other survivors, not to mention it might be likely these survivors know what happened, and thus they can get an idea of what they may be facing. The more information they can get before going into the unknown, the better. --- Varius Gilver \| Beacon Docking Bay "So she is the exchange student?", he asked. Varius was late, he arrived to the docking bay moments after Kiran with the new team mate did. He was visibly fiddling with his katana on arrival. It looks like he was doing some cleaning and maintenance on it, thus his lateness. "Apologies for my lateness, it had been awhile since our last mission, so I wanted to make sure this sword was up to scratch", he stated coolly. "In any case, I am now ready to depart. Also... As I read, Noelle, according to our documents... It is as Kiran says, we are not ones to enter silently. You can be sure to have a blast if you ride with us", he confirmed to her as he strode past in order to enter the ship. While Varius was the most subtle of the team barring Noelle, whom he did not know well enough, even Varius preferred to brute force through most situations, which was what his set of skills and equipment allowed. Compared to his team though, he had the most simplistic weapon, in fact it looked incredibly outdated, but he earned his spot as the team's clean-up, and it was a well-earned spot too. Before he reached his seat however, he turned to the girl, having forgotten a basic formality, "Ah yes, forgive my rudeness... My name is Varius Gilver, I hope we can watch each other's backs", and with that he turned back towards the ship and entered it. It was strange though, the way he spoke was serious, it appeared polite, but it was also full of some kind of arrogance, even if it did not seem that way. In any case, everyone accepted that this was simply how he spoke, since even in the least serious circumstances, that was how he was.</s>	<\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery The microphone on the other end seemed to give off some feedback as it crackled to life, before a familiar sounding feminine voice began to speak. "Thank God you finally answered, Jack! I thought the rest of you were just going to keep staring at the flashing light until the power went out again," it said. "I'm holed up in some kind of control room with, like, a bunch of other survivors right now. There's soooo many buttons and it's super confusing, but I've figured out how to get the camera feed and the intercoms online." A camera above made a motion that looked a lot like a nod to bring the two team's attention towards it. "I swear, this place is filled to the brim with nothing but Grimm. This is the only camera I have online that isn't, at least, looking at an Ursa or a Beowolf." The intercom made a 'click' sound, signaling that the girl had let go of the intercom button so that the Hunter teams could answer back. Then the voice came, "Oh, this is Priscilla by the way. Just in case you couldn't tell." Even though they couldn't see her, Priscilla couldn't help but give a courtesy as she introduced herself.</s>
<\|description\|>Priscilla Montgomery Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: Priscilla's weapon is called _Beauty's Thorn_. It's a very simple weapon that transforms into three kind of styles. Big Hammer Mode, Katana Mode and her all time favorite, the rifle. There isn't much information about the weapon but that it's just bad as, seriously. Specialty: Priscilla is all about aiding her team and sometimes doing the plans. She isn't the BEST fighter of the team BUT the girl can fight. Priscilla mainly is to protect her teammates with upcoming attacks, like for example by putting up a force field around her teammate, or taking the hit for her team. That's what Priscilla's role is about, aiding her team, other words the defense. Oh she is also good at medical, doesn't have healing powers but she could make someone feel good by actually using medical items. Semblance: Priscilla's semblance is a more defensive semblance. She uses pink colored force fields to shield her team or deflect attacks. At times this power could also be offensive but she barely uses this semblance as offensive. At times she could but only in emergencies or when herself or her team are in big trouble. This force field offensive attack is actually sending a force field flying towards the enemy, making that enemy fly away or trapped inside the force field. Personality: Priscilla is the sweetest and kindest girl a person could meet. She is extremely loyal and will always protect those who she loves. She is very loud and outgoing, loves to run around and be active. At times Priscilla can be a downer and usually not be the person that she is, and that is because at times, She thinks that with her personality she may bother some people and they calling her an annoying girl. It has happened before. Priscilla can be shy and quiet around people she doesn't know OR in a big crowd. But other than that, she is helpful to her friends. Will do anything to help them out and protect them at any cause and she will always be there for them if they need her. Oh! And Priscilla is a very brave girl when it comes to fighting, her personality is still the same, happy and laughter but in combat she focuses to get things done. Color: Pink Emblem: Priscilla's emblem is plain and simple. It's a pink heart with a katana marked in the middle. Simple right?</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Cian Kuze \| Brewing Storm Mission "Understood" Cian muttered as she fell into step her weapon was at ready just in case though if one bothered to look her hands were more relaxed as her grip lightened. This was not going well yes but they had a plan and another person to back them up soon this was better than anything so far in her opinion. Her weapon limited her in this situation yes but with Jack's speed she should be ok for the most part. "I may be voicing worries about nothing but I think it bares repeating something about all of this seems foul." Cian muttered it was probably just nerves but this was really worrying her.</s> <\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – Zephyr Her ego had been bruised; Vega only thought was to fire back at that foul mouthed comrade of "Yes, well-, I" as she stared at Gratia intensely but flustering. After what seemed to be a long stare down, she then sighed. "You are right it is idiotic" as she talked quietly. Her ego was only calling to her to fight back. I can do it! She is wrong to say that! Common sense kicked in. "Alright, we will go with the original plan."</s>	<\|message\|>Priscilla Montgomery Priscilla quickly ran towards the center of the area, entering the supply room, there were screeches and screams of harpies. Yes, they were all there and flying into the direction that Priscilla was in. They all looked angry and hungry, wanting to eat a warm human flesh and Priscilla wasn't about that life. She wasn't going to be one of those people that stand around and wait for the creatures to maul her up. LIes! "Oh, no you don't..." she quickly tied her hair up into a ponytail before jumping over tables. Priscilla grabbed onto her weapon, pressing the button as it turned into the big hammer mode. It was her favorite and she could totally kick ass with that. The soon to be huntress quickly slammed the flat of the hammer against one of the harpies as it was sent flying backwards with such powerful shock wave. "OOOOH. I read about harpies and they are not so friendly. I swear, I thought they were so adorable in those books. But ob--- Priscilla, stop talking!" If only one of the others were around to help her out, maybe she shouldn't have gotten out of the room all by herself but oh well! Priscilla was the type of girl to take risks and to protect her friends. "Sorry harpies, but this girl has to go." Priscilla quickly turned around towards the harpies before thrusting her hand forward as a force field appeared before her, sending that force-field flying to the harpies. The harpies were hit and sent flying away from Priscilla. "MHM!" she squealed and ran away as fast as she could.</s>
<\|description\|>Sand Vespa Here's a character I've been wanting to play for a while. Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Human Color: Sandy white. Emblem: An all-black, minimalist rendition of a hornet. Appearance: Sand stands at 5'9'', her athletic frame devoid of excess fat and maintained through regular exercise and training. Her skin has a dark, bronze hue, contrasting heavily with her sandy white, dyed hair. She typically wears her hair pulled back into a small, messy pony tail, but when letting it down, Sand often parts it at the center, letting the wavy, neck length locks frame the sides of her face. Her narrow, coffee colored eyes give her a permanently tired, displeased expression. Most of her clothing consists of dark hues, whites and yellows. When in huntress duties, she will usually wear a white, open collared vest over a dark, short sleeved shirt, along with a pair of dark blue tactical pants fastened by a thick leather belt and black combat boots. Her vest has a completely black, minimalist rendition of a hornet drawn on its back. Personality: Calm and deliberate, Sand is a very logical minded person. Despite being brought up by caretakers with very clear definitions for what is morally right or wrong, it is very difficult to elicit a strong emotional response in her. Though this might be due to her largely introspective manner of thinking rather than a lack of emotion, it tends to lend her an aloof, cynical air, as though unconcerned by what happens around her. Shunning crowds in favor of small groups or her own company, most people quickly classify Sand as a classical introvert. Some people find her sense of humor to be odd, relishing irony and absurdity. While she herself tends to be very level-headed, she has a tendency for seeking out the clown of a group, and has been known to encourage other's strange behavior if she finds it amusing. She is very confident in her strength and agility, and is proud of her abilities in close combat, enjoying sparring and physical training over academic work. She also has an interest in vehicles, and occasionally takes off and drives aimlessly to pass the time. Weapon: Orc Fists: Sand's main weapon consists of a heavy pair of black-coated, plated gauntlets that cover her arms up to the elbow. They are designed to protect her arms and lend extra weight to her blows. A box like object is attached to the top of the forearm, reaching from the wrist to a bit below the elbow, with two slits facing forward in the same direction as her fist. Sharp, half-foot long blades can be shot out as projectiles from these openings, or brought out to act as claws. Sand prefers using the blades for ranged attacks, as she is more proficient at fist fighting, but she occasionally uses the claws as sword-breakers when fighting human opponents in order to surprise and disarm them. Along with a supply of blades, these boxes hold space for electric dust canisters, cables and winches which can be attached to the blades before firing. This allows for extended range of movements in some environments, and allows her to shock unsuspecting enemies, both literally and figuratively. When not in use, the gauntlets retract and fold over the boxes, forming case-like objects that can be attached to her belt at the hips. Semblance: Sand has the ability to generate attractive or repelling forces between a part of her body and another object in very close proximity. This allows her to climb sheer surfaces, stick to ceilings, and add force and range to her strikes. It can also be used to get an iron grip on someone or something, or, if she so wishes, to hover a few inches off the ground, though she lacks a method of propulsion once she does this. The ability can be used on her whole body as a barrier, but the energy and focus spent on this is rather pointless considering a Hunter's aura passively protects them as it is. When this semblance is active, her aura manifests as pale yellow particles floating around the affected objects. The quantity and movement speed of these particles depends on the energy put into the semblance. A sudden, powerful force may appear as a flash of sparks. Specialty: Due to the nature of her weapons and semblance, Sand is primarily a close-range fighter, needing to be within arm's length from her foe to pose a credible threat. While this is slightly offset by the ability to use her gauntlet's claws as projectiles, the blades are not particularly accurate at long distances and are unlikely to serve as more than a distraction to all but the lowliest of Grimm. As such, she suffers when facing enemies specializing in long range fighting and maintaining a certain distance between themselves and their foes. Her technique is mostly focused on fist fighting, though she has been known to work kicks and grapples into her scuffles, particularly when making full use of her semblance. While she is perfectly capable of fighting proficiently without using her power, and at times chooses to do so when pacing oneself is important, her semblance opens up certain options, and lends considerable strength to her moves. In training, she was infamous for incapacitating sparring partners by hugging them. Outside of fighting, her semblance and equipment allows her to traverse normally inaccessible terrain, allowing her to fit into the role of a scout or infiltrator.</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver Varius sat in one of the provided chairs in the dorm room, reading a book. It seemed much like a studious and serious individual reading some complex material, as he usually would be, but examining the cover of the book would reveal that this was the latest volume of a popular ongoing series. If asked about this, he would simply respond that even he appreciated having a break once in awhile. Regardless, he did not move or show indication that he noticed Shuai had entered the room to collapse back onto his bed. Varius preferred to spend his days indoors or anywhere with peace and quiet. When asked about family, he simply responded, "I'm afraid not. It seems to be a busy year. Demands for blades to be forged and used as parts in weapons for military have risen as of late. They say the Grimm menace combined with the White Fang is what is causing it". His family ran a business in creating blades, it made sense, his own weapon was the finest product their family had ever created. Regardless he did not seem phased by the lack of visit from family. "What of you? Do you have family coming? Should I prepare some tea should they barge into this room at a comedically queued moment?", he did not look up from his book, more importantly, he seemed to have a specific scenario in mind too.</s> <\|message\|>Shuai Taidan (帥太丹) Minazuki Shuai Taidan - Monday Night Raw "I actually sprang up fully-formed from a lotus," said Taidan casually, although the big smile on his face was all evidence needed to show that he was being entirely facetious with the statement. "A few of them might be, dunno." Of course, it was impossible for all of his family to turn up, especially when it was so big. Big enough to fill several rooms, in fact, and that was not mere hyperbole, because he himself had witnessed such during one of their larger reunions. Maybe ten or so could find the time to turn up, lured in by the festivities that Beacon was hosting, but not all of them. His cuddly relatives could possibly be busy with other things in their lives! He wondered if it was a good idea for Varius to put the kettle on. He wasn't actually a hundred percent sure they wouldn't barge in, so it would be better safe than sorry to start preparing the tea right? But what if it were one of his tea purist cousins who'd come along? That wouldn't be too good for his teammate. What made a tea 'pure' enough? Proper method of boiling? The adherence to the necessary rites? Green tea? Black tea? Herbal infusions (eugh)? And if they hadn't chosen to turn up, it would be pretty problematic to get Varius to go to all the trouble of making tea just for nobody to come and drink it. Beyond them, of course. "Don't worry a thing!" Maybe it was better not to. "So booming business huh?"</s> <\|message\|>Varius Gilver Varius Gilver Between pauses in their conversation he simply read his book. The series was getting rather interesting, it was fortunate that he returned to it when he did, as it was slow-going the last volume or so. He responded to Shuai's comment on his family business, "Indeed, it keeps them busy, whenever I see them it's all about formalities, and it does truly become tiring. Though they always mean well, they sent me some souvenirs from their new forging method. Four small blades. I assume they mean to give them to our team, one for each", he spoke as if this was nothing, but that would explain the small package on the main desk. Four small blades? Likely tantos, based on his family. More importantly despite him being tired by formalities, he still speaks in such a formal manner.</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Team CODE dorm Oswald couldn't remember much of Sunday. That was probably for the best, because he knew it hadn't been pretty. He was still somewhat shocked by what Diamond had told him. Even now, the knowledge that this group existed-that it was a group and not just a few random lunatics, shook his worldview down to its core. It was one of these people who was responsible for killing more than seventy people in his village. Six of those people had been his teammates. Aside from his parents, who he was so very much unlike by nature, they'd been the only family he'd ever known. He wasn't alone. It wasn't some random act of evil. No, it was part of some twisted cult's desire to "ascend" into becoming Grimm. It was around there that things started getting confusing for Oswald. All he remembered were a few emotions: anger was one of them. Guilt came next, an overwhelming sense of guilt. But it was the last thing he remembered that was still haunting him: fear. Pure, unbridled fear at the knowledge that such people existed as more than a blip on the radar. His team had been ambushed by them, nearly slaughtered. His old team had been killed by them. He wondered how many other lives these monsters had stolen. Who else they had destroyed in their mad quest for power and destruction? It took Diamond's new look to break Oswald of his dread, the door to their room opening as he wheeled his broken body in. "You...got a haircut." At least there was still sarcasm, right?</s>	<\|message\|>Sand Vespa Unceremoniously almost, the date had changed. Normally, this would have been Sand's first proper day as a student at Beacon, but she had quickly learned that a holiday would take place. She could not complain. Her transfer had taken a turn for the sudden, and some extra time to adjust was appreciated. She had dedicated the previous day to getting her belongings and reporting the results of her final assignment to her superior at Atlas through the CCT. The former, she had mailed over to someone she trusted before heading out, having resolved not to stay return to Atlas by the end of her mission. The latter was handled simply enough, even if her boss had not been particularly ecstatic to hear about her failure to produce any of the items they had requested. Nonetheless, the day had marked a transition. Beyond friendships and acquaintances, she could not truly say she had any other affiliations to her previous school. Tired as she had been by the end of the day, rest was easy to come by, even in the bed of a deceased hunter-in-training, once Grane had cleared away their belongings. Staying in bed had been another matter. Habit had taken over, complemented by a lingering feeling of unease, and Sand had taken off to do her morning exercises before the rest began to stir. Those were done, but the day was still young. For the moment, Sand sat at the waiting room for the school's infirmary, legs crossed as she absentmindedly stared out the open door. Her hair was once again tied in a short tail. The dirtied and torn clothes she had arrived in yesterday had been replaced by a simple grey tank top and dark cargo pants, fastened to her waist with the same thick belt that held her cased weapons at her hips. Her combat boots had been replaced by white running shoes. A small gym bag was at her feet. The casual, relaxed image made her coffee-colored eyes seem merely weary rather than irked. A set of footsteps drew her towards an approaching nurse. "He's awake. Want me to take you to him?" She nodded. "Please." With that, the nurse ushered the visitor into the back rooms. Sand took note of the other occupied beds, presumably other students who found trouble in their own missions, but chose not to comment. Unerringly, she was led to a bed occupied by a bandaged, red-haired boy. The nurse announced the new visitor, then quickly returned to her duties. Sand raised a hand in greeting. "Hey. You look better than yesterday." Which isn't a difficult thing, truth be told. The pitiable condition Robert had been brought back in made her wonder if her intervention had made a difference in the end. Then again, she could not ask for more than his survival. Noticing the chairs near the bed, she pulled one closer and sat on it. Absentmindedly, she wondered if he had been told of her induction into the team. He had been unconscious when Ozpin had made the announcement, after all. Reaching into her gym bag, she pulled out a paper bag and placed it on the nightstand. "I brought muffins," she said simply, by way of explanation. "So?" she asked. "How are you feeling?" Who</s>
<\|description\|>Sand Vespa Here's a character I've been wanting to play for a while. Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Human Color: Sandy white. Emblem: An all-black, minimalist rendition of a hornet. Appearance: Sand stands at 5'9'', her athletic frame devoid of excess fat and maintained through regular exercise and training. Her skin has a dark, bronze hue, contrasting heavily with her sandy white, dyed hair. She typically wears her hair pulled back into a small, messy pony tail, but when letting it down, Sand often parts it at the center, letting the wavy, neck length locks frame the sides of her face. Her narrow, coffee colored eyes give her a permanently tired, displeased expression. Most of her clothing consists of dark hues, whites and yellows. When in huntress duties, she will usually wear a white, open collared vest over a dark, short sleeved shirt, along with a pair of dark blue tactical pants fastened by a thick leather belt and black combat boots. Her vest has a completely black, minimalist rendition of a hornet drawn on its back. Personality: Calm and deliberate, Sand is a very logical minded person. Despite being brought up by caretakers with very clear definitions for what is morally right or wrong, it is very difficult to elicit a strong emotional response in her. Though this might be due to her largely introspective manner of thinking rather than a lack of emotion, it tends to lend her an aloof, cynical air, as though unconcerned by what happens around her. Shunning crowds in favor of small groups or her own company, most people quickly classify Sand as a classical introvert. Some people find her sense of humor to be odd, relishing irony and absurdity. While she herself tends to be very level-headed, she has a tendency for seeking out the clown of a group, and has been known to encourage other's strange behavior if she finds it amusing. She is very confident in her strength and agility, and is proud of her abilities in close combat, enjoying sparring and physical training over academic work. She also has an interest in vehicles, and occasionally takes off and drives aimlessly to pass the time. Weapon: Orc Fists: Sand's main weapon consists of a heavy pair of black-coated, plated gauntlets that cover her arms up to the elbow. They are designed to protect her arms and lend extra weight to her blows. A box like object is attached to the top of the forearm, reaching from the wrist to a bit below the elbow, with two slits facing forward in the same direction as her fist. Sharp, half-foot long blades can be shot out as projectiles from these openings, or brought out to act as claws. Sand prefers using the blades for ranged attacks, as she is more proficient at fist fighting, but she occasionally uses the claws as sword-breakers when fighting human opponents in order to surprise and disarm them. Along with a supply of blades, these boxes hold space for electric dust canisters, cables and winches which can be attached to the blades before firing. This allows for extended range of movements in some environments, and allows her to shock unsuspecting enemies, both literally and figuratively. When not in use, the gauntlets retract and fold over the boxes, forming case-like objects that can be attached to her belt at the hips. Semblance: Sand has the ability to generate attractive or repelling forces between a part of her body and another object in very close proximity. This allows her to climb sheer surfaces, stick to ceilings, and add force and range to her strikes. It can also be used to get an iron grip on someone or something, or, if she so wishes, to hover a few inches off the ground, though she lacks a method of propulsion once she does this. The ability can be used on her whole body as a barrier, but the energy and focus spent on this is rather pointless considering a Hunter's aura passively protects them as it is. When this semblance is active, her aura manifests as pale yellow particles floating around the affected objects. The quantity and movement speed of these particles depends on the energy put into the semblance. A sudden, powerful force may appear as a flash of sparks. Specialty: Due to the nature of her weapons and semblance, Sand is primarily a close-range fighter, needing to be within arm's length from her foe to pose a credible threat. While this is slightly offset by the ability to use her gauntlet's claws as projectiles, the blades are not particularly accurate at long distances and are unlikely to serve as more than a distraction to all but the lowliest of Grimm. As such, she suffers when facing enemies specializing in long range fighting and maintaining a certain distance between themselves and their foes. Her technique is mostly focused on fist fighting, though she has been known to work kicks and grapples into her scuffles, particularly when making full use of her semblance. While she is perfectly capable of fighting proficiently without using her power, and at times chooses to do so when pacing oneself is important, her semblance opens up certain options, and lends considerable strength to her moves. In training, she was infamous for incapacitating sparring partners by hugging them. Outside of fighting, her semblance and equipment allows her to traverse normally inaccessible terrain, allowing her to fit into the role of a scout or infiltrator.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Parents. The word, for some reason, made her think. She thought about her parents, and who they were. Her parents, who she never met for the entirety of her life, even though their traces showed that they did not hate her. She never recalled ever having the permission to say the words "mother" and "father" in any way. It was as if they never existed, even though she knew they did. Some parents were not nice, but many of the ones she saw were polite or dedicated to making their children lives' happier. Nodding, the red snake turned to the skies with an expression softer than before. "I'm… waiting for… a friend…"</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Mindaro Mondays - Galla "Is that so." Galla watched as the redhead next to her turned back to the skies once more, before silently pulling her unblinking gaze away as well. She was already retrieving her folded-up newspaper, spreading it open to a random pair of pages. It was a Valic tabloid she had obtained for free on the airship ride from Mistral. There was little distinction between the material it contained and that of papers from her native city, only differing in the coverage of local affairs. Her hazel eyes glanced down at the familiar black ink of the printed words, taking in the information that the newspaper sought to provide her. They were covering local affairs. It was irrelevant to her. There was no necessity for her to learn of events that would have little effect in Mistral. It didn't really matter.</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson When Robert finally left the hospital room he had called home the past couple days, the first thing he did was stretch out his limbs. A couple cracks could be heard from his joints as he moved around, but nothing at all out of the ordinary. Once he'd finished, the boy turned to Sand who appeared to have been patiently waiting for him by the door like she had said she would do. "Hey, sorry for taking so long. The nurse liked to drone on about how to not injure myself so much and to make sure to keep future wounds clean so they aren't infected again," he said, obviously not having much interest in the what they had to say. "So how do I look?" Considering how before he'd been admitted to Beacon's medical wing, the redhead had been caked in both blood and dirt, before being wrapped in enough bandages to make a mummy jealous with antibiotics pumped into his system almost constantly, Robert actually looked pretty good. In fact, he appeared completely normal, as if the mission had never even occurred. The shrapnel was too small to leave any visible wounds after the past couple days of healing, the scar left from the beowolves' slash across his chest was hidden beneath his shirt, and the mark left behind by the sharp rock that had struck him in the head was hidden by his bangs. All visible wounds left behind by the Taking of Fort Jaegar appeared absent. "Probably like crud still right? At least I feel a lot better. Chest still aches from those broken ribs though."</s> <\|message\|>Cian Kuze Monday "One day I will manage to get that idiot to stop doing these things" Cian muttered under her breath as sat in the courtyard looking for her brother figure/guardian/pain in the neck/narcissistic asshole. Dont get her wrong Cian was eternally thankful for what he did and was doing for her and as such loved him as she would a brother but by the heavens above did he manage to piss her off lately. Leaning back a bit she kept sighed softly as she tried to keep her eye open for a person with a furred purple hat. Tristan Mauve "Well well guess the school aged well like some people are bound to." He muttered to himself as he walked through the entrance of the school. Tristan stood tall at a six foot 4. He had a lean build like that of a runner or a swimmer with tight black slacks and a white shirt with his signature purple jacket. He often got compared to how similar his and Cian's style was similar but "Its bound to happen when one grows up with a clean cut figure as myself" He muttered once more with a joyful laugh at the end. Wonder how the old stomping grounds held up without me creating craters ever other week. He thought to himself as he kept a single eye out for his sister.</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom A quietness that somewhat resembled serenity soon fell over the two. Watching the white trails painted on the vast canvas known as the skies, Sangue's train of thoughts floated down to many places. From her wonder of when Apep would arrive to figuring out more about what makes her team happy, her simplistic thinking process made her space out for several moments. To some, she could look thoughtless, but Sangue was more than willing to think about a lot of things, even if she thought slower than others. For her, it was good to keep thinking about things. It let her mind keep functioning and warm itself up for every day. She glanced at Galla once, blinking at the newspaper, before turning back to the skies. And she decided to remain quiet, hopeful in that she wouldn't annoy the woman next to her by constantly attempting to talk naturally. The red snake wondered if there were other places she could visit while Apep wasn't around, but for now, sitting right where she was suited her well enough.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Cypher Gymnasium Emerald's face widened with glee as she looks at both pairs of gauntlets. From what Gren was saying both had advantages and disadvantages. The first pair offered more firepower but were heavier, while the other was lighter but it would have to transform into cannon form to fire rockets. If she was honest she found herself liking the first option, she could get used to heavier gauntlets easily enough, practicing with them would help her body adjust to the weight and she'd end up a bit stronger because of it to boot. Of course there was only one way to find out which was better for sure. At Gren's suggestion to go test them out at the firing range Emerald nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yeah! Let's do that! I'm sure Skyra will show up if she hears explosions I mean, who wouldn't?!" Emerald was bouncing on her heels, her tail flicking erratically behind her, she was clearly excited.</s>	<\|message\|>Sand Vespa "Mhm. Yeah, see you." Sand ended the call just as the infirmary door opened again, revealing Robert again. She slipped the scroll back to her pocket as the boy caught sight of her and approached, apologizing for the delay. "Not a problem. You were just in time." She took stock of his appearance at his prompting, noting how most of the damage he had sustained seemed all but gone. An awakened aura is an amazing thing, she reflected. She suspected that recovering from his condition would have taken longer than a weekend if he had not been trained to be a Huntsman. In fact, she had to restrain the sudden urge to poke at his side to see if he was not exaggerating the pain in his ribs. "They didn't give you a mirror?" she asked, keeping a hint of mischief away from her voice. You look awful. Definitely, was the first response that came to mind. But she swallowed the words. It wasn't true, but he made it too easy for her. She quickly curbed the part of her that instinctively tried to agree with his assessment on his appearance if only to see where that line of dialog would lead. It would be plain hurtful, and there was such a thing as overindulgence. "You look fine," she answered honestly after a moment of consideration. "Bit of bed hair. Wouldn't have guessed you were hospitalized if I hadn't seen it." The fact that she could even say those words felt like lifting a weight off her shoulders. She could not have known how things would have gone back at the Fort if she had chosen to prioritize her mission and left the group of Huntsmen to fend for themselves, or if she had agreed to leaving Robert once they realized he was drawing the Grimm towards them, but it seemed to her that if Grane and Trad were safe, and Robert only had slight aches to complain about as she walked him to his room, she had made the right choices where it mattered. It made her proud. As for Delta… Her actions were irrelevant in that case. The group's last member had been lost before she had had a chance to intervene. It was lucky enough that I was close enough to help at all, she reminded herself. There was nothing to regret. She would have to be satisfied with the results. Sand shrugged, jostling the bag on her shoulder. "Anyway, let's get going. I still need to drop this off." Who</s>
<\|description\|>Sand Vespa Here's a character I've been wanting to play for a while. Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Human Color: Sandy white. Emblem: An all-black, minimalist rendition of a hornet. Appearance: Sand stands at 5'9'', her athletic frame devoid of excess fat and maintained through regular exercise and training. Her skin has a dark, bronze hue, contrasting heavily with her sandy white, dyed hair. She typically wears her hair pulled back into a small, messy pony tail, but when letting it down, Sand often parts it at the center, letting the wavy, neck length locks frame the sides of her face. Her narrow, coffee colored eyes give her a permanently tired, displeased expression. Most of her clothing consists of dark hues, whites and yellows. When in huntress duties, she will usually wear a white, open collared vest over a dark, short sleeved shirt, along with a pair of dark blue tactical pants fastened by a thick leather belt and black combat boots. Her vest has a completely black, minimalist rendition of a hornet drawn on its back. Personality: Calm and deliberate, Sand is a very logical minded person. Despite being brought up by caretakers with very clear definitions for what is morally right or wrong, it is very difficult to elicit a strong emotional response in her. Though this might be due to her largely introspective manner of thinking rather than a lack of emotion, it tends to lend her an aloof, cynical air, as though unconcerned by what happens around her. Shunning crowds in favor of small groups or her own company, most people quickly classify Sand as a classical introvert. Some people find her sense of humor to be odd, relishing irony and absurdity. While she herself tends to be very level-headed, she has a tendency for seeking out the clown of a group, and has been known to encourage other's strange behavior if she finds it amusing. She is very confident in her strength and agility, and is proud of her abilities in close combat, enjoying sparring and physical training over academic work. She also has an interest in vehicles, and occasionally takes off and drives aimlessly to pass the time. Weapon: Orc Fists: Sand's main weapon consists of a heavy pair of black-coated, plated gauntlets that cover her arms up to the elbow. They are designed to protect her arms and lend extra weight to her blows. A box like object is attached to the top of the forearm, reaching from the wrist to a bit below the elbow, with two slits facing forward in the same direction as her fist. Sharp, half-foot long blades can be shot out as projectiles from these openings, or brought out to act as claws. Sand prefers using the blades for ranged attacks, as she is more proficient at fist fighting, but she occasionally uses the claws as sword-breakers when fighting human opponents in order to surprise and disarm them. Along with a supply of blades, these boxes hold space for electric dust canisters, cables and winches which can be attached to the blades before firing. This allows for extended range of movements in some environments, and allows her to shock unsuspecting enemies, both literally and figuratively. When not in use, the gauntlets retract and fold over the boxes, forming case-like objects that can be attached to her belt at the hips. Semblance: Sand has the ability to generate attractive or repelling forces between a part of her body and another object in very close proximity. This allows her to climb sheer surfaces, stick to ceilings, and add force and range to her strikes. It can also be used to get an iron grip on someone or something, or, if she so wishes, to hover a few inches off the ground, though she lacks a method of propulsion once she does this. The ability can be used on her whole body as a barrier, but the energy and focus spent on this is rather pointless considering a Hunter's aura passively protects them as it is. When this semblance is active, her aura manifests as pale yellow particles floating around the affected objects. The quantity and movement speed of these particles depends on the energy put into the semblance. A sudden, powerful force may appear as a flash of sparks. Specialty: Due to the nature of her weapons and semblance, Sand is primarily a close-range fighter, needing to be within arm's length from her foe to pose a credible threat. While this is slightly offset by the ability to use her gauntlet's claws as projectiles, the blades are not particularly accurate at long distances and are unlikely to serve as more than a distraction to all but the lowliest of Grimm. As such, she suffers when facing enemies specializing in long range fighting and maintaining a certain distance between themselves and their foes. Her technique is mostly focused on fist fighting, though she has been known to work kicks and grapples into her scuffles, particularly when making full use of her semblance. While she is perfectly capable of fighting proficiently without using her power, and at times chooses to do so when pacing oneself is important, her semblance opens up certain options, and lends considerable strength to her moves. In training, she was infamous for incapacitating sparring partners by hugging them. Outside of fighting, her semblance and equipment allows her to traverse normally inaccessible terrain, allowing her to fit into the role of a scout or infiltrator.</s> <\|message\|>Teàrlag Cirsium Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor", Armoury That's basically the surprise I've come to expect whenever I correct anyone who's buggered up my age (see: pretty much everybody). It's the striking down of his surface-level impressions and assumptions, and as a result his brain's frantically trying to justify that what I said was untrue. Nope, sorry brat, but I'm a decade or so your senior and also one of those folks in charge of marking your essays, teaching you supposedly useful life skills, and doing general counselling stuff to make sure your mental health is at 100%. You might think I'm lying, but you're not gonna be able to get too flapped up about that; there's an ID in my wallet too if you're all doubting and need more evidence. Can't really blame the kid though; if I was in his position, I'd think the stuff coming out of me gob was all woppers too, and you know, being told that you're wrong's humiliating. Your brain hates that, so you try and come up with all sorts of justifications. It could've been easily avoided if we humans didn't rely so strongly on perceiving what we see first as our absolute truth, but unfortunately, that's a pipe dream. At least the kid knows how to apologise. Some of the folks who get my age wrong don't bother with that. That's gold star-worthy, but I don't think I'm taking any of your classes right now (I'd probably learn to recognise that long cowlick pretty quickly), so that mark counts for bugger-all for your assessments. I wave off his worry. "It's fine," I say, trying to smile reassuringly at him. I'm not much of a smiling person, as people can testify to. None of mine are particularly genuine. A lot of smiles are just another part of somebody's façade, that mask they use to hide everything from others in the world. I have one of those as well, but I don't really do much smiling. Putting one on would just be lying. Still, I'm a teacher now, and as a teacher I have responsibilities. Even if I want to, I can't be all self-centred when I have a duty of care to all these brats who hang around me every day. If I don't be a good role model and follow all the regulations laid out in my contract, I'll be fired! It's in my self-interest to keep being a good teacher, you know? "A lot of people get it wrong," I add. Need to explain to the brat that he hasn't annoyed me too much. It wouldn't be good if he's too scared to approach my office when he needs some help.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz Miss Teàrlag... I'm sorry, but your smiling needs a little work. You're still ticked off at me, aren't you? I'm really sorry, but you looked younger than I do! It wasn't as if she was a tiny as Cian or something, but still... If a lot of people got it wrong, that had to grate on her. Like a rock in a stream, constantly getting worn down by annoyances and misjudgments. No matter how gracious you were, constantly having to correct people about something about you gets old... Like my ahoge, huh? "Must get annoying," I remarked. "In that case then, what class do you teach, Ma'am?" I'm really sorry. I'll start taking you a little more seriously now. However, if she was a teacher, that also meant my "goal" in talking to her fell through, as pathetic as it was to say. Being a tunnel vision, self-centered guy, I was unfortunately now at a bit of a loss with where to go from here. I hate to admit it, but for once I had a reason to be talking to someone beyond my own inability to shut up. And now that reason was rendered invalid. I mean. It certainly wasn't like I could ask her to take time away from her responsibilities as faculty to teach me about polearm usage...</s> <\|message\|>Teàrlag Cirsium Teàrlag Cirsium - "Student Counselor", Armoury I let out a small sigh. It really does get annoying, being mistaken for just another brat. And even when I've corrected them on how old I am, just being seen as some wee, fresh-faced lassie means that it's harder for people to take me, and my opinions, as seriously as they should. It's not like my opinions are really worth that much, but even so it's bloody frustrating having the few suggestions I throw out sometimes dismissed simply because of some superficial assumption about the strength of my ideas based on how I look. Being eternally youthful in appearance sounds pretty wizard at first, but don't fall for their lies, it's a real bugger to deal with. I wouldn't have this problem if I looked more Goodwitch's ... age? I dinnieken how old that woman is at all, but at least she doesn't look like a quine. Anyway, this Luke brat. "I'm the student counselor," I say. Well, that's not all I do, you know? But it's probably the part of the job description that he'll need to deal with the most. We're vapid creatures, and if it doesn't apply to us, we just don't give a damn about it. It's a shame, but in the end you just need to deliver the most relevant information first. "I teach about Dust Applications too."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Luke Schwarz ! Wait, hold on a second! I didn't see that on the registrar at all, what gives? That actually sounded like a really useful course to take! Especially for me, too. The more I could understand how to properly utilize Dust, the more ground I could make up in my lost training time. I could get closer to actually being on-level with everyone else. I could say with certainty that it would have been close to the top of the list of classes to register for, at any rate. Damn, now I really wanted to get to the bottom of that. "Dust Apps... Is that a second-year level class, or something? I don't remember seeing it when I registered coming in." Could I switch something out for it, maybe? I was probably going to end up spending at least another week in Armory to get this Lucerne made... Well, thinking about it like that was running before I walk, wasn't it? I was getting ahead of myself before she even answered me. Ugh. I know I have a problem with being overly cautious, but overcorrecting into leaping before I looked was probably even worse of a direction to take things. Maybe I needed to see her as a counselor before trying to work my way into having her as a teacher. At this rate, I probably needed both sorts of help...</s>	<\|message\|>Sand Vespa Sand stared off into the obstacle course, eyes fixed on one of the several mechanical components the organizer had set up. The machine had a rhythmic, distracting movement that reminded her of the swing of a pendulum. A stout man trying to squeeze through the seats broke her reverie, and she glanced to the side to see Allen sit down beside her with a plate filled with assorted foodstuffs. His hand fell on her arm, and she paused, suddenly startled. She had been trailing the irregular path of an old scar on the palm of her right hand without noticing. Sand clasped her hands instead, looking at the pale hand that rested against her darker skin. A few years ago, the sight might have made her melancholic, but now she simply appreciated the contrast with a curious look. Allen gave her a soft pat and withdrew his hand. They had reached Beacon's outdoors Athletic center only a few minutes ago, the pair leaning their heads close to each other to trade a year's worth of accumulated barbs. She had pulled him away from the rest of the group then, leaving Trad, Sepia and their families behind as the speaker's announced the beginning of the race. Truth be told, Sand wanted to keep Allen to herself. At least until he turned unbearable. "What about betting on who wins the race?" This from the man sitting close to her. "We don't even know who's running," Sand commented. Students still hadn't lined up at the starting line, despite the initial call from the speakers. She suspected they were allowing a few extra minutes for late participants. "You don't need to know who's running to bet on who wins." Allen gave her a look that said she had failed to understand something obvious. "I could bet on your green friend. Or that Sepia girl." If they were even allowed to join the race at this stage. "You're shooting for long odds," she drawled. "I could bet on you winning." "I wouldn't say no to free money." Allen leaned forward, hand on chin and elbow propped up on his leg. "You're really not running, then?" What tipped you off? was the biting reply that came to mind, but she swallowed the words. Instead, she gave the gathering crowd a cursory inspection and grimaced. She was not particularly intent on putting on a show if she could avoid it. There were other reasons that came to mind. More prominent ones, at that, but she dared not bring them up with Allen next to her. The man seemed to guess at the surface of her thoughts and laughed. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed? And here I thought your time at Atlas might make you more outgoing." Sand glanced away, exasperated. She couldn't help but flush guiltily if he of all people pointed it out so readily. Still, her tone came out neutral. "I'd rather not work during a holiday." "Hah. If this is work to you, I should rest easy!" Allen laughed good-naturedly, patting her back. Sand shook under the weight of his arm and faked the half-smile she knew he'd expect of her, but the mirth did not quite reach her eyes. He had just admitted that she worried him, after all, and that was the larger reason for her reluctance.</s>
<\|description\|>Sand Vespa Here's a character I've been wanting to play for a while. Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Human Color: Sandy white. Emblem: An all-black, minimalist rendition of a hornet. Appearance: Sand stands at 5'9'', her athletic frame devoid of excess fat and maintained through regular exercise and training. Her skin has a dark, bronze hue, contrasting heavily with her sandy white, dyed hair. She typically wears her hair pulled back into a small, messy pony tail, but when letting it down, Sand often parts it at the center, letting the wavy, neck length locks frame the sides of her face. Her narrow, coffee colored eyes give her a permanently tired, displeased expression. Most of her clothing consists of dark hues, whites and yellows. When in huntress duties, she will usually wear a white, open collared vest over a dark, short sleeved shirt, along with a pair of dark blue tactical pants fastened by a thick leather belt and black combat boots. Her vest has a completely black, minimalist rendition of a hornet drawn on its back. Personality: Calm and deliberate, Sand is a very logical minded person. Despite being brought up by caretakers with very clear definitions for what is morally right or wrong, it is very difficult to elicit a strong emotional response in her. Though this might be due to her largely introspective manner of thinking rather than a lack of emotion, it tends to lend her an aloof, cynical air, as though unconcerned by what happens around her. Shunning crowds in favor of small groups or her own company, most people quickly classify Sand as a classical introvert. Some people find her sense of humor to be odd, relishing irony and absurdity. While she herself tends to be very level-headed, she has a tendency for seeking out the clown of a group, and has been known to encourage other's strange behavior if she finds it amusing. She is very confident in her strength and agility, and is proud of her abilities in close combat, enjoying sparring and physical training over academic work. She also has an interest in vehicles, and occasionally takes off and drives aimlessly to pass the time. Weapon: Orc Fists: Sand's main weapon consists of a heavy pair of black-coated, plated gauntlets that cover her arms up to the elbow. They are designed to protect her arms and lend extra weight to her blows. A box like object is attached to the top of the forearm, reaching from the wrist to a bit below the elbow, with two slits facing forward in the same direction as her fist. Sharp, half-foot long blades can be shot out as projectiles from these openings, or brought out to act as claws. Sand prefers using the blades for ranged attacks, as she is more proficient at fist fighting, but she occasionally uses the claws as sword-breakers when fighting human opponents in order to surprise and disarm them. Along with a supply of blades, these boxes hold space for electric dust canisters, cables and winches which can be attached to the blades before firing. This allows for extended range of movements in some environments, and allows her to shock unsuspecting enemies, both literally and figuratively. When not in use, the gauntlets retract and fold over the boxes, forming case-like objects that can be attached to her belt at the hips. Semblance: Sand has the ability to generate attractive or repelling forces between a part of her body and another object in very close proximity. This allows her to climb sheer surfaces, stick to ceilings, and add force and range to her strikes. It can also be used to get an iron grip on someone or something, or, if she so wishes, to hover a few inches off the ground, though she lacks a method of propulsion once she does this. The ability can be used on her whole body as a barrier, but the energy and focus spent on this is rather pointless considering a Hunter's aura passively protects them as it is. When this semblance is active, her aura manifests as pale yellow particles floating around the affected objects. The quantity and movement speed of these particles depends on the energy put into the semblance. A sudden, powerful force may appear as a flash of sparks. Specialty: Due to the nature of her weapons and semblance, Sand is primarily a close-range fighter, needing to be within arm's length from her foe to pose a credible threat. While this is slightly offset by the ability to use her gauntlet's claws as projectiles, the blades are not particularly accurate at long distances and are unlikely to serve as more than a distraction to all but the lowliest of Grimm. As such, she suffers when facing enemies specializing in long range fighting and maintaining a certain distance between themselves and their foes. Her technique is mostly focused on fist fighting, though she has been known to work kicks and grapples into her scuffles, particularly when making full use of her semblance. While she is perfectly capable of fighting proficiently without using her power, and at times chooses to do so when pacing oneself is important, her semblance opens up certain options, and lends considerable strength to her moves. In training, she was infamous for incapacitating sparring partners by hugging them. Outside of fighting, her semblance and equipment allows her to traverse normally inaccessible terrain, allowing her to fit into the role of a scout or infiltrator.</s> <\|message\|>Skye (she claims to have no last name, that she lost it. She also referred to herself initially as "Byakko" but now denies this) Physical Education @Krayzikk Skye somehow managed to stay focused enough to keep up with Ashe and their conversation following the ordeal in Grimm Studies. However, once her new friend departed for her own class it was as if all the energy Skye had left drained out of her all at once. Her eyes glazed over and her shoulders slumped and she began to walk towards where she thought her next class was. Her aura was fine as far as she could tell but physically she knew she was not okay. Her shoulder was healing but much slower than it should be, and she felt far too fatigued and sore for just a single fight lasting less than an hour. Not only that but everyone else had ended up having to help her; she had not held her own like she was supposed to. In the end she was lucky everyone else had been so competent. She thought about everything she could have done better as she wandered closer to the physical education classroom, gradually correcting her directions by asking around. Eventually she found where she needed to be though she was a few minutes late. She noticed Luke and Ben talking together in their own corner of the gym and her spirits lifted. She walked over to the two of them and sat down nearby, quite relieved to finally be off her feet. "Hello again, Luke, Ben. She inclined her head in a sort of informal bow towards the two of them. --- Annabelle Valentine Survival @MULTI_MEDIA_MAN The rest of Armory class was... interesting, in the sense that the general mood had shifted completely and everyone seemed very involved with their projects. In the end Annabelle opted to send Tiger back to wait for her rather than to show him off just yet. She decided she could always show Gren later, they were friends after all. Oh well. We did get a lot of work done at least. But what was all that with Gren and Oz? What the heck happened out in that hallway? Woo! I sure have my work cut out for me to get this team out of the dumps! I sure hope our leader isn't too grumpy, that would be three spirits to lift and no backup cheer. My work never ends... The very long walk to the surprisingly isolated survival class was fun at least, for the most part. The weird silences where Emerald and Oswald started withdrawing back into their heads were easy enough to break up with a bit of teasing and joking around. Upon arrival at what she had to assume was the right place, judging from the very pretty welcome sign, Oswald brought her attention to the cupcakes. Seriously? This teacher is the best! It's even strawberry frosted... Are they homemade? The treat was partway in her mouth and her tongue a hairsbreadth away from what was sure to be a heavenly experience when she froze in place for a moment. Perhaps it was the expression on Oswald's face, or his comment about calories that made her stop. But in the end she chose to believe her seventh sense was speaking to her again. With a gentle poke to the big man's injured ribs she got him to open his mouth, and before he could start yelling at her she stuffed the entire cupcake into his face. She felt a pang of disappointment at missing out herself but it felt like the right thing to do. She stood fully facing Oswald now, leaning towards him and looking up at him. She smiled brightly at her tall teammate and reached up to gently pat his cheek. "You're lucky I like you, Ozzie."</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit Grimm Chances of Survival Haven @Plank Sinatra @Crimmy @NarayanK "Bianca Nuit threw a boy today at a Little Shop of Horrors looking thing!" Said one boy. "It was insane, I thought she was a shoe-in for the psych ward, but I guess not." Another replied. "Yeah I think she's just kind of weird." A third concluded. The other two boys nodded in agreement. "Nice ass though." I walked out of the Grimm Studies room leaving one boy with a sore head and the other two laughing at him uncontrollably. Straightening out my outfit I sighed. It was time to get to Stella's class. "I wonder how she's doing…" Stella 'Living her best life' Nuit was not doing well. She glared at the girl who refused to quit. The young woman had crafted a nipple from a sweet and was now performing actions that Stella dare not consider less she lose her focus. She averted eye contact harder than she ever had, even after the whole identity theft fiasco on parent's day. She simply stared ahead, sweating. "I'm sure she's fine." I landed on, deciding that worrying about her was fruitless considering I was about to see her. Making my way down to survival I had to take a short trip outside to reach the classroom. It was nice feeling the warm air engulf me, but after the work out I had just been through in Grimm Studies and the fact that sporting plumage on your back didn't really cool you, I could do without it. But as soon as I walked into the survival room I felt a gush of cool air hit me at once. To say the building had A.C. was a bit of an understatement. It was essentially a system that could replicate any climate, Stella could have had the place snowing if she had wanted to. Speaking of Stella, just to distract my sister I decided to pick a front seat, sitting down beside a girl I wasn't too familiar with and Ben's teammate 'Sangue' with the red hair one seat down I placed my pure below my chair, entwining it around my feet. Looking around, I was really impressed with how well Stella had done at making the place up. There were cupcakes, strawberry icing on top of a chocolate chip vanilla cupcake. Mom always used to make them… "Yes, Gratia I have taken over the class." Stella responded to my former teammate, immediately my head shot up. Gratia's here?!" I thought glancing all around for the girl. It had been awhile since we had talked about finding therapy over family day-weekend, but I was to present my options to her by Wednesday and she would go over them, analyze them for quality. Knowing Gratia though, it was best not to approach her until my ducks were in a row. Glancing over at the girl's beside me it took me a second before I recognized her. Wait. That can't be?? The girl from the bathroom wall? She was making deadly eye contact with someone. Slowly licking her cupcake, but... Who… Was… it? "Ahem." Stella said, clearing her throat as the rest of the class continued to pile in. She looked about as red as a… Well as Stella did when she was attracted to a girl but knows the relationship would be an illicit affair as their teacher-student relationship was strictly forbidden. It was like a kind of maroon. "We will be starting shortly, so if anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask. The exercise itself will be explained once we begin, so don't worry too much about that."</s>	<\|message\|>Sand Vespa Sand slowed as she neared what she thought was the PE classroom. She produced her Scroll in one hand, ensuring that the room number above the door was the same as the one marked in her schedule, and leaned in past the frame. Her peeking revealed the training equipment she had been expecting, along with a few students already inside, but no professor. She supposed that was good. Must have meant she was not late, and she'd have some time to herself before the class started. Readjusting the strap on her duffel bag, she strode into the room, beelining towards one of the empty benches. She took her seat there, setting her bag down next to herself. Seeing as she had missed the Grimm Studies class, some of the bulk inside like the extra change of clothes she had packed would likely go unused, but that detail was hardly worth thinking about at that point. Instead, she glanced at the other students in the room, listening to the few snippets of their conversation that reached her. Seeing them together, she found herself wondering if any of her teammates was enrolled in this class. She frowned slightly. Perhaps I should have made more of an effort to learn their schedules. Sharing class could have been a good excuse to learn more about them. Or everyone could focus on their own tasks and not share a word. Hard to say without knowing how the class is taught. Sand hummed and gave the barbell behind her a searching glance, wondering if she should simply start training on her own while she waited, but quickly discarded the idea. She was not so terribly impatient that she could not wait a few minutes for their professor. Instead, she leaned forwards, resting her arms against her knees in a relaxed posture while she continued to idly eavesdrop on the other students.</s>
<\|description\|>Sand Vespa Here's a character I've been wanting to play for a while. Gender: Female Age: 19 Race: Human Color: Sandy white. Emblem: An all-black, minimalist rendition of a hornet. Appearance: Sand stands at 5'9'', her athletic frame devoid of excess fat and maintained through regular exercise and training. Her skin has a dark, bronze hue, contrasting heavily with her sandy white, dyed hair. She typically wears her hair pulled back into a small, messy pony tail, but when letting it down, Sand often parts it at the center, letting the wavy, neck length locks frame the sides of her face. Her narrow, coffee colored eyes give her a permanently tired, displeased expression. Most of her clothing consists of dark hues, whites and yellows. When in huntress duties, she will usually wear a white, open collared vest over a dark, short sleeved shirt, along with a pair of dark blue tactical pants fastened by a thick leather belt and black combat boots. Her vest has a completely black, minimalist rendition of a hornet drawn on its back. Personality: Calm and deliberate, Sand is a very logical minded person. Despite being brought up by caretakers with very clear definitions for what is morally right or wrong, it is very difficult to elicit a strong emotional response in her. Though this might be due to her largely introspective manner of thinking rather than a lack of emotion, it tends to lend her an aloof, cynical air, as though unconcerned by what happens around her. Shunning crowds in favor of small groups or her own company, most people quickly classify Sand as a classical introvert. Some people find her sense of humor to be odd, relishing irony and absurdity. While she herself tends to be very level-headed, she has a tendency for seeking out the clown of a group, and has been known to encourage other's strange behavior if she finds it amusing. She is very confident in her strength and agility, and is proud of her abilities in close combat, enjoying sparring and physical training over academic work. She also has an interest in vehicles, and occasionally takes off and drives aimlessly to pass the time. Weapon: Orc Fists: Sand's main weapon consists of a heavy pair of black-coated, plated gauntlets that cover her arms up to the elbow. They are designed to protect her arms and lend extra weight to her blows. A box like object is attached to the top of the forearm, reaching from the wrist to a bit below the elbow, with two slits facing forward in the same direction as her fist. Sharp, half-foot long blades can be shot out as projectiles from these openings, or brought out to act as claws. Sand prefers using the blades for ranged attacks, as she is more proficient at fist fighting, but she occasionally uses the claws as sword-breakers when fighting human opponents in order to surprise and disarm them. Along with a supply of blades, these boxes hold space for electric dust canisters, cables and winches which can be attached to the blades before firing. This allows for extended range of movements in some environments, and allows her to shock unsuspecting enemies, both literally and figuratively. When not in use, the gauntlets retract and fold over the boxes, forming case-like objects that can be attached to her belt at the hips. Semblance: Sand has the ability to generate attractive or repelling forces between a part of her body and another object in very close proximity. This allows her to climb sheer surfaces, stick to ceilings, and add force and range to her strikes. It can also be used to get an iron grip on someone or something, or, if she so wishes, to hover a few inches off the ground, though she lacks a method of propulsion once she does this. The ability can be used on her whole body as a barrier, but the energy and focus spent on this is rather pointless considering a Hunter's aura passively protects them as it is. When this semblance is active, her aura manifests as pale yellow particles floating around the affected objects. The quantity and movement speed of these particles depends on the energy put into the semblance. A sudden, powerful force may appear as a flash of sparks. Specialty: Due to the nature of her weapons and semblance, Sand is primarily a close-range fighter, needing to be within arm's length from her foe to pose a credible threat. While this is slightly offset by the ability to use her gauntlet's claws as projectiles, the blades are not particularly accurate at long distances and are unlikely to serve as more than a distraction to all but the lowliest of Grimm. As such, she suffers when facing enemies specializing in long range fighting and maintaining a certain distance between themselves and their foes. Her technique is mostly focused on fist fighting, though she has been known to work kicks and grapples into her scuffles, particularly when making full use of her semblance. While she is perfectly capable of fighting proficiently without using her power, and at times chooses to do so when pacing oneself is important, her semblance opens up certain options, and lends considerable strength to her moves. In training, she was infamous for incapacitating sparring partners by hugging them. Outside of fighting, her semblance and equipment allows her to traverse normally inaccessible terrain, allowing her to fit into the role of a scout or infiltrator.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] @HereComesTheSnow @Kaithas @Crimmy By sixth period, even someone as indefatigably amped as Lauren found herself starting to tire of the whole school routine. After the stretch of more traditional courses that served as the meat of her morning between combat class and lunch, Lauren found herself once again lapsing, taken prisoner by a pattern that dominated most of the first third of her day and now threatened to do the same to her second. The heart of her sudden lethargy was simple - she just kind of knew everything. Now, that could certainly be the power of black excellence talking. In fact, it probably was. Definitely. But that was also a problem. The majority of her day was devoted to things she already knew how to do, things that with a likelihood bordering on total fucking certainty she probably didn't want to do. Lunch was an exception to the rule. So was combat class, where Ben had first piqued her interest - a lot like someone bungling the fuck out of your order at a restaurant before you realize it tastes better than your old favorite. Trying the other white meat, if ya will. But Armory? Survival? She could have made As in those classes back when she was young enough to finesse niggas with Charl-E-Cheezie tokens. Rich kids thought they were gold doubloons. Pirate movies were all the rage back when Lauren was growing up, and she had a keen eye for kids who wanted to reenact their favorite movie scenes. You tell a kid that they can go ahead and play pirate with real treasure, and they'll part with all the allowance they think to ask their parents for. Why not? Always more where that came from. And as long as they kept paying, Lauren could say the same for her "doubloons." Anyway, that was the whole point. These were skills Lauren had picked up long before her time at Beacon, and they were things she usually practiced in more exciting situations than those jury-rigged by the professors. Practice would have no doubt been the same story. The new class, though, had the potential to be a different story. She'd heard Luke extolling its virtues with the same dogged optimism she had come to expect from someone who extolled Krillin as the world's strongest human. It was taught in a lecture hall, of all things, and was supposed to be a pretty theory-driven course, combining honest know-how with room to practice. Lauren didn't have much to do with Dust in terms of combat style, and even if she had, there was always something to be learned from new applications. After all, Lauren wasn't above the chance to try and use the ol' noodle. With most of her team in the same class to worship her, she would probably be a wet noodle at that, too. When she slipped into the hall, the windswept black beauty wore a synthesis of two different styles, the maroon-and-black blazer and skirt of Beacon Academy over a black t-shirt and leggings. Her hair was still ruffled into tufts that fell along her deep green eyes, resembling Luke's save for the fluffiness in place of the Shiroyaman's scruffiness. She was still wearing the stolen cap from Survival class with a vaguely familiar looking badge in place of a wing insignia. Her tongue was running along the inside of her bottom lip, where she'd scrawled something with a neon lavender marker. AIR LAUREN There was no seat free between Ben and Luke, but there was one free between Ben and Amy. Lauren's backpack received that chair of high honor for itself, hanging from the back of the chair by a strap and revealing a nudge of the con artist's white jacket, wrapped around a vaguely rectangular package. Lauren plopped down into the chair herself, but it was only for appearances. Both of her legs were slung over Ben's lap, with one arm around his neck and her body pressed up against the side of his. It was a lax position, tilted back, but Lauren made it look as casual and ergonomic as the ramrod posture of a copy typist. Her eyes found the instructor, widening as her seat shrank the gap between the one to its right. "Yoooo, no way," Lauren whistled, her voice a breathy whisper that carried to her assembled friends. "No fucking shit. Aaaaaaaaah. This little bitch helped me know I was gay."</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken Beacon Academy-Dust Apps-Beryl Harken Beryl was tired. So very, very, tired. Her semblance was crazy useful, a fact she knew well, but it came with a cost. Using it also used aura. And with how much she had just used it she had very little of that precious resource left. So it was with little of her normal perky attitude that she stumbled into Dust Apps. Apparently she wasn't the only one late. Only a few other students had shown up yet. Why she didn't know, maybe the other classes had run overtime or something. She was just too tired to care at the moment. She mumbled an apology to the teacher as she scanned the raised seats for a good spot. Super buff dude she didn't know...crazy airship highjacker...and Luke. Well at least there was someone here that she knew. Hopefully he wouldn't mind. A bit of stumbling later and she collapsed into the seat beside Luke with a groan of relief. "If I fall asleep please give me a kick under the desk."</s> <\|message\|>Robert Fallson Practice --- With the simulation now over thanks to Lauren's sky pirate antics, Robert waved goodbye to Gren and Yue, telling them he had enjoyed his time making the shelter with them. Even if it ended up going mostly unused. He didn't mind though, it's better to look ahead and prepare, than to look back and regret. His dad told him that once, or perhaps he had read it in a book at the library. Either way, the redhaired hunter-in-training had enough regrets in his life to add another to the list. After being dismissed by Ms. Stella Nuit, the boy would begin his short walk to Practice where he would take the first empty seat he saw. By some miracle, he had not only arrived on time, but had actually sat his ass down in a chair early... mostly because he had forgotten to change into his practice clothes and was still wearing his school uniform. With these few extra minutes of free time granted to him by his punctuality, Robert pulled out his scroll and started up a game he had downloaded last night. For the next five minutes, Robert would farm for the in-game currency needed to summon more characters in the mobile game's gacha, quickly extending into the beginning of class time. Despite the RNG giving him only the weakest and most common jpgs, the redhead was hooked. The only saving grace he had was that he hadn't paid for any of the microtransactions, though that was mostly due to his less than ideal financial situation than because he had any semblance of self control. When Jericho warned the class of the upcoming physical exertion that he would be putting them through, Robert still had his nose in his scroll, not even looking up for a moment as he followed the class like a mindless zombie. The gacha had consumed him, just like so many other poor souls.</s>	<\|message\|>Sand Vespa When the professor finally called for the end of their 'football' match, Sand found herself letting out a small sigh of relief. She was not sure who had won. The game had turned rather confusing half-way through, though perhaps dangerous was a more apt descriptor should one look at the tattered remains of clothing that dangled over some of her classmates. It made her wonder if Trad had destroyed his shirt at the very beginning of the class simply because it was a foregone conclusion that it would be unusable at the end of it. She had been spared part of the chaos near the beginning, something she attributed to the fact that she and the person she had chosen to mark looked like identical twins. A disappointingly small number of balls were thrown in their direction. That had changed for some minutes when her clone had slipped away and left the class, but it quickly became the case again when the other team realized every ball that came vaguely close to her invariably ended up glued to her hands. Catching balls with her semblance had at one point been a routine exercise of hers, and this was little different. There are reasons why I am never allowed to play goalie, she thought with a feeling somewhere between embarrassment and pride. Thankfully, unlike some of the more passionate students in her group, she and her attire had gone relatively unscathed throughout the debacle, meaning all she had to do before the next class was to pick up her duffle bag and head out. As the gaggles of chattering students filed out of the class, she merely pulled her Scroll out for directions and, not waiting for Trad, set out towards Practice class. --- As the throng of students dispersed, heading out from the gymnasium towards their other classes, it became easy to single out those sharing hers. She followed that particular group at a calm pace until she caught sight of two larger groups of students milling about. Knowing she had arrived at the training site, she looked over the gathered faces until she caught sight of a familiar one. She began to walk towards him when a familiar voice drew her attention. The other student from Atlas, Jer, approached the group she was moving towards, before instructing them to be ready in a minute. Ah, so this is what he was talking about when he left. At least he's wearing his own face this time. Having a person that looked near identical to her overseeing her training would have been a bizarre prospect. Though I never did get an answer to my question. Putting that out of her mind for the moment, she sidled next to the person she had recognized before. "Robert," she greeted amiably. No answer came, as Robert's eyes remained glued to his Scroll's screen. Arching her eyebrow, she leaned closer, peeking over the redhead's shoulder to see what had consumed his attention. Colorful graphics and multiple gauges with numbers on them greeted her, with small pictures of characters that moved across the screen. Sand's eyelids drooped as she realized he was completely engrossed in a video game. "Class is about to start," she said dryly, giving him a firm poke in the ribs. "Will be hard to practice with your Scroll out." Who</s>
<\|description\|>Vega Venetia Nickname: V.V Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: La Serenissima is officially classified as a Double Partisan Persona Defense Weapon (DOPPDWE). The weapon has two transformations. The first is Double Partisan Mode (or Combined Mode) in which both P90s are inside the pole of the Partisan. Second is the Axe mode when the Partisan breaks into dual wield and can transform additionally two times either to dual wielded axes or tonfas with the capability to fire. Axe Mode is extremely effective. Additionally, the Axes can also be wielded as tonfas as well (like Death the Kidd Style with his guns). Specialty: Vega main fighting role in VGNB is a close-quarters berserker by using her high attack output and agility. She utilizes her Partisan in combined mode or dual wielded mode to cut swaths through enemies. In conjunction with Crescere miei Viticci tendril melee capabilities, she can go ballistic on large groups of enemies like Gratia. She is trained in wielding polearms, axes and tonfas. Yet out of all her team members, she has the weakest defense out of all. She needs to take advantage of her high speed, high attack output and her semblance offensive based capabilities to protect her. The fact that her semblance provides no defensive capabilities makes means she must rely on others to protect her and watch her back. Crescere miei Viticci also makes her applicable for clandestine missions due to her semblance ability to take control of organisms. Semblance: Crescere miei Viticci Her semblance is truly bizarre. Vega can distort her body by using her semblance. This allows her to create most notably tentacle like tendrils that protrude out of her body that she can manipulate it for many purposes. Combat is one of them in which she can use her tendrils to impale opponents, strangle, cut and smash opponents. It changes her body showing immediate growth of luminescent green tendrils throughout her body. Her eyes change to green and her hair to. Luminescent green Tendrils then grow from both from the veins from her hands. They are small at first, the tendrils growing passively and taking up miniscule amounts of Aura. Their growth can be sped by Vega using more aura. She can use these tendrils as a weapon, controlling them with her mind. She can stab, and cut opponents with her sharp Tendrils. It can grab hold of opponents for her to throw or grab hold of a certain body part to constrict. It is also useful as a climbing tool as the tendrils can be used to latch on to different objects. Her tendrils are stronger than the average tendril in nature yet can be severed requiring her to keep up tendril growth. They do not have to physically hurt the opponent as she can simply have the tendrils latch or hold onto the opponent. When it is latching, tendrils start growing passively into the Human or Faunus or Grimm target to prepare for control as her mind begins to seize her targets. Controlling an organism is daunting move for her as it requires heavy amounts of Aura for her to expel due to she must grow her tendrils into the target and become physically inactive. The organism turns into beings controlled by Vega. Doing this negates her ability to fight against other opponents though can retract her tendrils from the organism due to the fact her eyes and ears are still active. It is a dangerous for her to do because several times she was almost consumed into darkness... Humans and Faunus can resist control by fighting back Vega's mind and if successful can cause a disruption in her mind causing temporary confusion and the most aggravating headache yet the tendrils in the opponent's body can die if the tendrils connecting to it are cut. Dust can her amplify her semblance. It requires Vega to ingest powdered dust while her semblance is active to achieve this effect and result in her vines, hair and eyes transforming depending on the element. (White or Air Dust) Her tendrils when used can produce airwaves that can push back and cut enemies without even touching them. When used with latching. Bruciando Viticcio (Red or Fire Dust) Her are tendrils amplified by fire that can burn opponents and. When used while latching. It results in the opponent's body internally heating up or pretty much cooking itself to death. (Blue or Water Dust) Her tendrils become moist and splash water upon targets which can have useful applications. Also when used with larching she can pump water internally into her targets. Fulmine Viticcio (Lighting or Yellow Dust) The tendrils become electric and act as a tazer, electrifying opponents, and can be used as a mild tazer or can use it to electrocute her opponent when it used during latch. It has an increased piercing and cut effectiveness that leaves electric burn. (Ice Dust) Her tendrils become icy spiked can cause frost damage upon her enemies. When used with latching she can decrease her enemies temperature and freeze them internally. (Steam Dust) (WIP) (Gravity Dust) (WIP) (Earth Dust) (WIP) Ombra Viticcio (Violet Dust) Ombra Viticcio turns her tendril temporarily into a shadowy tendril specifically used when Vega is trying to control an organism in secret. Ombra Viticcio perfectly integrates when used in dark places as it cannot be seen yet can be revealed when light is shined upon it. Voice: youtube.com/watch?v=Huv8sfiYEI4 (Kinon is featured for most of the video, you will hear her voice.) Kinon (English Dub) from Gurren Lagann Personality: Vega has upbeat, easy personality added with a solemn demeanor from her upbringing. She is gracious, sincere, and kind towards others. Though she is, prideful, boisterous and can be sharp towards others. Vega is also a geek/nerd and is heavily interested in intellectual pursuits such as science, history and math. She has a deep love for video gaming and science fiction media. Wearing her smart glasses amplifies her geeky/nerdiness. Color and Emblem: WIP White (?) Emblem = WIP Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Ni Rensa Ryou Amy paused, shirt halfway pulled over her head, changing into something more comfortable--in the middle of replacing the relatively skimpy top she'd been wearing with a t-shirt, her cutoffs already exchanged for some athletic shorts. As far as dinner went, she was far more concerned with just unwinding in general, and she had faith in the boxer's ability to pick at least something good: after all, she'd brought the stripper a sandwich in class earlier that week and had taken care of her when the headache got too bad. Nah, she was more worried about their esteemed leader. As a matter of courtesy she'd initially tried to change and bathe when he wasn't in the dorm, but Lauren had no such restrictions, and her gleeful flaunting of any rules of privacy combined with Amy's general level of not caring about who saw her in what condition had removed that restriction fairly soon after the brawler had been assigned to their team... And generally, any time Lauren hauled him off it wouldn't end well for the slacker. But Sangue, on the other hand... She'd been a team member from the beginning, and in all that time Amy had hardly spoken to the quiet girl. Certainly not to the extent Lauren had, and you'd have to be as obtuse as one of Professor Fullbuster's angles to not see the affection between those two. She smoothed her feathers down as she tossed her top into the clothes pile and grabbed a light grey shirt, pulling it over her head. It was V cut, the outline of the absent section of shirt highlighted as a large, black V with two equals signs on either side, one leading to "at", the other setting the equality to "d/t". "Sangue," she finally said, turning her head to face the other girl. "You don't need my permission if you want to take a walk. But... I'd like to go with you, if that's alright."</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Don't... die... Ben... She wanted to say that, but she doubted Lauren would get Ben killed. Her friends were reliable to believe in, not useless in any way. ... A walk together with Amy sounded nice. It was certainly better than walking alone. Alone was what Sangue had grown accustomed to before she enrolled into Beacon. "Together" was something she still needed time with. She needed time to grow used to it. The concept of walking with her friends without much in mind... Sangue did not need to know much about people to begin liking them. She was grown in the wilderness and fought like the wild would, so pretty much anyone remotely related to society would be more civilized than her. She believed Amy to be a friend just as much as Lauren and Ben, regardless of how much they talked on a daily basis. If anything, Sangue sometimes looked up to Amy for a different kind of confidence that resided in the Faunus. It was different from the confidence Lauren was pumped to the core with. While the Negasi had the ferocity of an unrelenting beast backing up her courage, Amy's confidence resembled that of a more calculative kind. Everyone in BASL was headstrong, they were just headstrong in different ways. Blinking, the red-haired swordswoman stared at Amy for a moment. She then quietly nodded as glanced at the entrance of the dorm. "You can... come," Sangue spoke softly, her voice somewhat raspy. "You... can come with me..." And so, a young snake slithered out of the dorm with her friend. --- A message had arrived in her Scroll, and Sangue stared at the message intently. A day with her family...? She thought about her parents, and who they could have been. Although the thought was initially a scary one, she soon found herself to be pondering on what they could have been. They could be serious parents who wanted her to grow up well. Or they could be surprisingly optimistic parents, considering that they only taught her how to defend herself with the training scribes they left behind. She heard from one of her drinking partners at a local bar that some fathers were kind of perverted and quite interested in women- maybe her own father was like that. Her parents could be anyone. They could be people with personalities she'd never expect from her own bloodline. She could imagine endlessly, just as she had long ago. They could be anything. Anything but dead people. They were not dead- she adamantly believed it so until she found solid evidence of it. So she found herself finding the incoming event on Monday to be quite neutral for her. The physically demanding activities that came with it, however, she was a bit concerned about. For some reason, the image of Lauren laughing maniacally as she participated in literally every event somehow in some way came into her mind. For now, she already had her family in the form of BASL. She loved them. They needed not to love her back, but they did. It felt undeserved for her, but she knew they would say otherwise regardless of what she said. She walked down the halls of the dorms, and then down the academy without a clear direction. "...Amy...?" The redhead closed her eyes for a brief moment and opened them gently. "Are we... a family?" "I think... this team is all I have..." "Bastille... could be all I have... so I... thought about asking that..." There were no underlying intentions under her simple question. She geniunely wanted to know Amy's thoughts. She wanted to know more about how Amy viewed things. Sangue had asked a question as she continued to walk slowly, down to the infirmary's direction. She thought about passing most of the facilities in the academy before finding a quiet place to possibly meditate in. Of course, she would need to tell Amy first if she did eventually find such a place, considering how Amy followed her for a walk rather than a reflection upon herself. Sangue's meditations worked best in the presence of the skies. The chains under her right sleeve of her clothes jingled quietly once in a while as she walked.</s>	<\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia – Team VGNB – VGNB Dorm Vega lied down on her bed facing the ceiling. The strong kick into stomach which she still felt after her mission against Zephyr made not want to go out, even she could still go out if she wanted to…she was just being lazy. >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: Eh, maybe not. ＼\| ￣ヘ￣\|／ Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: I will stay in this warm bed; under my blankets until I feel like I get out at least until I get hungry. Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: How are you feeling after the mission? Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: I see, feeling a bit blue huh. Receives Message Sends Message >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Sarina >Body: Don't think about it too much. (ﾟ⊿ﾟ) After a few minutes of inactivity on her scroll Vega then messaged someone else. >Sender: Vega >Receiver: Gratia >Body: What are you doing right now?</s>
<\|description\|>Vega Venetia Nickname: V.V Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: La Serenissima is officially classified as a Double Partisan Persona Defense Weapon (DOPPDWE). The weapon has two transformations. The first is Double Partisan Mode (or Combined Mode) in which both P90s are inside the pole of the Partisan. Second is the Axe mode when the Partisan breaks into dual wield and can transform additionally two times either to dual wielded axes or tonfas with the capability to fire. Axe Mode is extremely effective. Additionally, the Axes can also be wielded as tonfas as well (like Death the Kidd Style with his guns). Specialty: Vega main fighting role in VGNB is a close-quarters berserker by using her high attack output and agility. She utilizes her Partisan in combined mode or dual wielded mode to cut swaths through enemies. In conjunction with Crescere miei Viticci tendril melee capabilities, she can go ballistic on large groups of enemies like Gratia. She is trained in wielding polearms, axes and tonfas. Yet out of all her team members, she has the weakest defense out of all. She needs to take advantage of her high speed, high attack output and her semblance offensive based capabilities to protect her. The fact that her semblance provides no defensive capabilities makes means she must rely on others to protect her and watch her back. Crescere miei Viticci also makes her applicable for clandestine missions due to her semblance ability to take control of organisms. Semblance: Crescere miei Viticci Her semblance is truly bizarre. Vega can distort her body by using her semblance. This allows her to create most notably tentacle like tendrils that protrude out of her body that she can manipulate it for many purposes. Combat is one of them in which she can use her tendrils to impale opponents, strangle, cut and smash opponents. It changes her body showing immediate growth of luminescent green tendrils throughout her body. Her eyes change to green and her hair to. Luminescent green Tendrils then grow from both from the veins from her hands. They are small at first, the tendrils growing passively and taking up miniscule amounts of Aura. Their growth can be sped by Vega using more aura. She can use these tendrils as a weapon, controlling them with her mind. She can stab, and cut opponents with her sharp Tendrils. It can grab hold of opponents for her to throw or grab hold of a certain body part to constrict. It is also useful as a climbing tool as the tendrils can be used to latch on to different objects. Her tendrils are stronger than the average tendril in nature yet can be severed requiring her to keep up tendril growth. They do not have to physically hurt the opponent as she can simply have the tendrils latch or hold onto the opponent. When it is latching, tendrils start growing passively into the Human or Faunus or Grimm target to prepare for control as her mind begins to seize her targets. Controlling an organism is daunting move for her as it requires heavy amounts of Aura for her to expel due to she must grow her tendrils into the target and become physically inactive. The organism turns into beings controlled by Vega. Doing this negates her ability to fight against other opponents though can retract her tendrils from the organism due to the fact her eyes and ears are still active. It is a dangerous for her to do because several times she was almost consumed into darkness... Humans and Faunus can resist control by fighting back Vega's mind and if successful can cause a disruption in her mind causing temporary confusion and the most aggravating headache yet the tendrils in the opponent's body can die if the tendrils connecting to it are cut. Dust can her amplify her semblance. It requires Vega to ingest powdered dust while her semblance is active to achieve this effect and result in her vines, hair and eyes transforming depending on the element. (White or Air Dust) Her tendrils when used can produce airwaves that can push back and cut enemies without even touching them. When used with latching. Bruciando Viticcio (Red or Fire Dust) Her are tendrils amplified by fire that can burn opponents and. When used while latching. It results in the opponent's body internally heating up or pretty much cooking itself to death. (Blue or Water Dust) Her tendrils become moist and splash water upon targets which can have useful applications. Also when used with larching she can pump water internally into her targets. Fulmine Viticcio (Lighting or Yellow Dust) The tendrils become electric and act as a tazer, electrifying opponents, and can be used as a mild tazer or can use it to electrocute her opponent when it used during latch. It has an increased piercing and cut effectiveness that leaves electric burn. (Ice Dust) Her tendrils become icy spiked can cause frost damage upon her enemies. When used with latching she can decrease her enemies temperature and freeze them internally. (Steam Dust) (WIP) (Gravity Dust) (WIP) (Earth Dust) (WIP) Ombra Viticcio (Violet Dust) Ombra Viticcio turns her tendril temporarily into a shadowy tendril specifically used when Vega is trying to control an organism in secret. Ombra Viticcio perfectly integrates when used in dark places as it cannot be seen yet can be revealed when light is shined upon it. Voice: youtube.com/watch?v=Huv8sfiYEI4 (Kinon is featured for most of the video, you will hear her voice.) Kinon (English Dub) from Gurren Lagann Personality: Vega has upbeat, easy personality added with a solemn demeanor from her upbringing. She is gracious, sincere, and kind towards others. Though she is, prideful, boisterous and can be sharp towards others. Vega is also a geek/nerd and is heavily interested in intellectual pursuits such as science, history and math. She has a deep love for video gaming and science fiction media. Wearing her smart glasses amplifies her geeky/nerdiness. Color and Emblem: WIP White (?) Emblem = WIP Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Teàrlag Cirsium @Write Teàrlag Cirsium - Armoury Oi brat, you were going to say 'sensei', weren't you? Don't think I didn't hear those syllables coming outta your gob. I don't think this is the right place for you to be letting your power level infect you, you know? Not that I know what a power level is or anything, but if you starting throwing out nonstandard nomenclature in your day to day life, people are just going to start judging you. That's just how they are, forming opinions on others based on the most superficial of actions and shunning anything that doesn't properly conform to society's norms. That's why everyone wears a façade, a persona based on what they think is acceptable, so that they don't have to worry about who they truly are being hurt by the uncaring words or criticising stares of the majority. It sounds so shallow, but it's the world we gotta deal with. Every bugger in society's the same, hiding their genuine selves behind a mask. And when you show something that this vapid world of ours considers incorrect, it'll get crushed like an empty can of cola under a hydraulic press. "It's sixth period in I707," I say, letting go of his hand. The room's not a real bonnie sight, but it does a real solid for lectures. Brats always complain to me about how little leg space they get when they're sitting down, so I ended up grabbing the place that doesn't cramp them up. Bit of a pointless problem to have tried to fix, but I personally know how annoying those chairs can be too (source: Shade Academy's horrible budget). If the brats work better and get me a better reputation with happier legs, then I'll go to that effort. Not because I sympathise or anything. "Hope to see you prepared for the first class," is what I add. I'll need to officially shunt his name into the records later, but that doesn't mean he can bolt off and start slacking. Even if the lad knows some of the basics already, he'd be a right daft bugger if he didn't try and get some pre-reading done. I'm not going to let these kids futer their time away, you know? Especially not with that girl with the giant sweater that just came in! Wait, ma'am? This brat's actually managed to not mistake me for a student? I mean it's not like I'm happy about this or anything but that's a real surprise, you know? When you can count the number of times this stuff happens on one bloody hand, you start taking what you can get. Might be a bit small, but after being irritatingly judged by others based on how I look, having somebody who doesn't just think their surface impression's entirely correct is a pretty big breath of fresh air. Polite lass. So what brought her here? "Teàrlag Cirsium," I reply, turning my eyes onto her. It's a real big bugger of a sweater. "I'm the student counselor and Dust Apps teacher."</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz @Crimmy Luke Schwarz I saw her look. Aah, she definitely noticed. I was hoping I'd not spoken clearly enough, but my Mother's training had unfortunately succeeded far beyond allowing for that. I was to speak clearly and with confidence in my words, even if they were expressing a lack thereof. The rare times my hurried and harried preparation for Combat Academy shone through, it made life a little harder by broadcasting my own inherent strangeness. Thanks, O Momma... Well, no use crying about the past now. Best to just put the slip-up behind me as she had, and focus on the future trials. Plugging the class and requisite number (Sayonara, Language-san), I regarded the teacher with a wry, self-deprecating grin. "I definitely will be, I've made that mistake too many times befo--" "Nice to meet you ma'am, my name is Bianca Nuit, a pleasure." "Eh--" I turned with a start. "When did you get here?!" I hadn't heard her walk in at all! If the wings were her owl-inherent trait as a faunus, did their providing silent flight come with them?! What a fearsome natural ability! Forget Hunting, you should take up Ninjutsu! Sighing, I shook it off and raised a hand in greeting. Good lord, you scared me. "Nearly made me jump out of my skin... Morning, Bianca. How're you holding up?"</s>	<\|message\|>Vega Venetia Vega Venetia - Team VGNB - Dorm Vega observed the parents as they checked out her dorm. She could notice how Lasai was a bit sterner with Beryl by hearing her tone of voice. Gratia parents, Severa and Valentinian seemed shocked about the room size. For her it was downgrade this dorm for it was way smaller than her room back at her estate. Vega moving besides Gratia parents, "Oh yes, its home alright though I wish I could go back home. I miss my old bed. And Gratia really did get comfortable with the room." Vega side of her room differed from her compatriots. Besides her messy bed, the sheets were of high quality along with the pillows. Near her table was a bookshelf containing several books ranging from the sciences to the humanities. Tucked near the side of the bookshelf were two musical cases containing her Alto Saxophone and Guitar. Her table was orderly and clean. On it were a stack of textbooks for her classes. Pens, pencils and markers were standing on a holder. Then there was a desktop pc, humming for it was still on except for the screen. Her scroll lay near the keyboard. But, near the holders were two framed photos. The first one was larger than the second one. It bear an insignia Venetia, a large family photo set just outside of what was a large estate with several formal looking people. Vega was there, it was not hard to spot her since she was wearing her Haven uniform without her smart glasses. She was on the upper left with her older sister, both who looked solemnly pensive. The second photo was more dated in quality. It was another family photo but only with her sister and parents. Her father stood with a confident smile and latched behind his back was Vega as a child smiling brightly with her mother standing over her older sister with her hands on her shoulders in the environment of a garden.</s>
<\|description\|>Vega Venetia Nickname: V.V Age: 17 Gender: Female Race: Human Weapon: La Serenissima is officially classified as a Double Partisan Persona Defense Weapon (DOPPDWE). The weapon has two transformations. The first is Double Partisan Mode (or Combined Mode) in which both P90s are inside the pole of the Partisan. Second is the Axe mode when the Partisan breaks into dual wield and can transform additionally two times either to dual wielded axes or tonfas with the capability to fire. Axe Mode is extremely effective. Additionally, the Axes can also be wielded as tonfas as well (like Death the Kidd Style with his guns). Specialty: Vega main fighting role in VGNB is a close-quarters berserker by using her high attack output and agility. She utilizes her Partisan in combined mode or dual wielded mode to cut swaths through enemies. In conjunction with Crescere miei Viticci tendril melee capabilities, she can go ballistic on large groups of enemies like Gratia. She is trained in wielding polearms, axes and tonfas. Yet out of all her team members, she has the weakest defense out of all. She needs to take advantage of her high speed, high attack output and her semblance offensive based capabilities to protect her. The fact that her semblance provides no defensive capabilities makes means she must rely on others to protect her and watch her back. Crescere miei Viticci also makes her applicable for clandestine missions due to her semblance ability to take control of organisms. Semblance: Crescere miei Viticci Her semblance is truly bizarre. Vega can distort her body by using her semblance. This allows her to create most notably tentacle like tendrils that protrude out of her body that she can manipulate it for many purposes. Combat is one of them in which she can use her tendrils to impale opponents, strangle, cut and smash opponents. It changes her body showing immediate growth of luminescent green tendrils throughout her body. Her eyes change to green and her hair to. Luminescent green Tendrils then grow from both from the veins from her hands. They are small at first, the tendrils growing passively and taking up miniscule amounts of Aura. Their growth can be sped by Vega using more aura. She can use these tendrils as a weapon, controlling them with her mind. She can stab, and cut opponents with her sharp Tendrils. It can grab hold of opponents for her to throw or grab hold of a certain body part to constrict. It is also useful as a climbing tool as the tendrils can be used to latch on to different objects. Her tendrils are stronger than the average tendril in nature yet can be severed requiring her to keep up tendril growth. They do not have to physically hurt the opponent as she can simply have the tendrils latch or hold onto the opponent. When it is latching, tendrils start growing passively into the Human or Faunus or Grimm target to prepare for control as her mind begins to seize her targets. Controlling an organism is daunting move for her as it requires heavy amounts of Aura for her to expel due to she must grow her tendrils into the target and become physically inactive. The organism turns into beings controlled by Vega. Doing this negates her ability to fight against other opponents though can retract her tendrils from the organism due to the fact her eyes and ears are still active. It is a dangerous for her to do because several times she was almost consumed into darkness... Humans and Faunus can resist control by fighting back Vega's mind and if successful can cause a disruption in her mind causing temporary confusion and the most aggravating headache yet the tendrils in the opponent's body can die if the tendrils connecting to it are cut. Dust can her amplify her semblance. It requires Vega to ingest powdered dust while her semblance is active to achieve this effect and result in her vines, hair and eyes transforming depending on the element. (White or Air Dust) Her tendrils when used can produce airwaves that can push back and cut enemies without even touching them. When used with latching. Bruciando Viticcio (Red or Fire Dust) Her are tendrils amplified by fire that can burn opponents and. When used while latching. It results in the opponent's body internally heating up or pretty much cooking itself to death. (Blue or Water Dust) Her tendrils become moist and splash water upon targets which can have useful applications. Also when used with larching she can pump water internally into her targets. Fulmine Viticcio (Lighting or Yellow Dust) The tendrils become electric and act as a tazer, electrifying opponents, and can be used as a mild tazer or can use it to electrocute her opponent when it used during latch. It has an increased piercing and cut effectiveness that leaves electric burn. (Ice Dust) Her tendrils become icy spiked can cause frost damage upon her enemies. When used with latching she can decrease her enemies temperature and freeze them internally. (Steam Dust) (WIP) (Gravity Dust) (WIP) (Earth Dust) (WIP) Ombra Viticcio (Violet Dust) Ombra Viticcio turns her tendril temporarily into a shadowy tendril specifically used when Vega is trying to control an organism in secret. Ombra Viticcio perfectly integrates when used in dark places as it cannot be seen yet can be revealed when light is shined upon it. Voice: youtube.com/watch?v=Huv8sfiYEI4 (Kinon is featured for most of the video, you will hear her voice.) Kinon (English Dub) from Gurren Lagann Personality: Vega has upbeat, easy personality added with a solemn demeanor from her upbringing. She is gracious, sincere, and kind towards others. Though she is, prideful, boisterous and can be sharp towards others. Vega is also a geek/nerd and is heavily interested in intellectual pursuits such as science, history and math. She has a deep love for video gaming and science fiction media. Wearing her smart glasses amplifies her geeky/nerdiness. Color and Emblem: WIP White (?) Emblem = WIP Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus "Huh? Boyfriend? Cian you have a boyfriend?", he asked. With Gratia gone his attention was now back to Cian and co. He was about to head off to the Armory to look into Luke, maybe, but he'll stick around just a little longer. It seemed like teasing to him, given the kind of girl Cian is, it's not likely she does have one, but he was enjoying this a little. "Hmmm... That might be important. If you do I'd need to make sure it doesn't affect you in a mission", he surmised. No matter what he would say though, Cian was still being put on the spot by Tristan.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Cypher@PyroDash888@Forsythe Firing Range "Nya?" That was Emerald's response as she heard Diamond call out. Emerald slowly turned around, her jade eyes somehow growing larger as she saw who was with her teammate. "MOM!" Emerald tossed the prototype weapons at Gren without a second thought as she beelined toward her mother. "Momomomomom!" She practically launched into her mother like a rocket. Ivy, being used to her rather hyperactive child, caught her daughter swiftly and pulled her into a tight hug. "Mom oh my gosh when did you get here I was gonna wait for you but then I got distracted with explosive weaponry!" Ivy smiled and simply put a finger on her daughter's mouth for a moment to shush her. Ivy chuckled, "It's alright Kitten, your father and I arrived not too long ago." Ivy's face became more stern as she looked over her daughter. Emerald was covered in plenty of bandages and quite a few scars and bruises. "M-Mom! Don't call me that in front of my friends!" Emerald blushed and squirmed a bit in her mother's embrace as Ivy continued to look her over. Emerald noticed the concerned look on her mother's face and got nervous. "Mom I'm fine...it's not as bad as it looks." Ivy pouted her lips, before gently touching the spot where Emerald had been stabbed. This caused Emerald to visibly flinch. "Owowow! Don't touch iiiiit..." Ivy gave Emerald a look. "You shouldn't running around with a wound like that, much less testing weapons." The older cat Faunus shook her head. "You're just like your father, he never gives his wounds a chance to heal either." She bopped her daughter on the nose. "You take it easy the rest of the day, you hear? You don't want to reopen that wound." Emerald pouted and squirmed. "Boooooooo..." Her attention was quickly brought to the basket of cookies that her mother revealed a moment later. "I'll give you one of my cookies Emerald...if you promise not to do anything stressful to your body." She waved a cookie in front of her daughter. "That...that won't work on me anymore! I'm sixteen!" Emerald protested, though her eyes began to follow the motion of the cookie. It smelled so gooooood. She suddenly reached out and snatched the cookie, looking at her Mom with a blush. "Okay...I promise." Ivy smiled and rubbed her daughter's head.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro @Plank Sinatra@Silvan Haven Mindaro Mondays - A-Side "We got it for her when she nabbed a place in Haven," said Valentinian, smiling nostalgically at the sight of all the old, well-worn textbooks. "She really was une bosseuse, so we saved up as much as possible for one." "She kept spending all her own money on the textbooks," added his wife. "We couldn't afford to send her to combat school, so she tried to do a lot of self study." They were clearly quite proud in all of the effort their daughter had put into becoming a huntress. "Does Gratia still categorise her wardrobe once a week?" the Mindaro patriarch asked Vega after a second.</s> <\|message\|>Sapphire Rode Sapphire Rode and Demetra Rode - Corridor Sapphire and Demetra's one on one was interrupted by the sound of a pair of footsteps and oddly enough wheels. Sapphire looked up and saw Oswald in a wheelchair coming around the corner being pushed by Diamond. She was marginally glad to see him but now was a very poor time for them to be interrupting. Sapphire released her sister from the hug and pulled her shirt sleeve down to hide the scars. It was Demetra's choice to keep her suffering to herself and whether Sapphire agreed or not it was her responsibility to keep Demetra safe and that included respecting her wishes. Oswald greeted Sapphire as they approached and Diamond marched away in annoyance leaving Oswald parked next to the sisters. During the commotion Demetra with her back to Oswald wiped her eyes as best she could hoping that he wouldn't notice she'd been crying. "Hi Oswald," Sapphire said unsure if she should extricate herself from the situation to make sure her sister was alright. Then without Diamond Sapphire wasn't sure if Oswald had the power to travel on his own and she knew Demetra wouldn't want someone in need abandoned for her sake. Sapphire motioned towards the little girl next to her. "Meet my sister Demetra. Demetra this is Oswald. He's one of my classmates and his dorm's down the hall from ours." Sapphire turned to her but Demetra hadn't made any motion that indicated she'd noticed Oswald. She was staring down the corridor where Diamond had disappeared. "Demetra?" Sapphire asked a note of worry rarely heard in her voice. "She's so angry." Demetra murmured still staring down the hall. "At her friends, at herself, at the world." Demetra's head turned to look at her sister slowly. "She doesn't like you much..." Demetra trailed off then suddenly she turned very abruptly her eyes locking onto Oswald. She gave him a deep penetrating look, biting her lower lip. It almost seemed she was searching for something she hoped she wouldn't find. Then her eye changed slightly, they were far away and so melancholy Sapphire wanted to hug her again. She looked like she was going to speak for a moment (or possibly burst into tears) but the moment passed, her eyes cleared and she looked like a perfectly ordinary ten year old girl again. She smiled. "It's nice to meet you Oswald, My name is Demetra."</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Gymnasium/Corridor Oswald frowned as Demetra appraised Diamond. She wasn't wrong, not in the least. Diamond was, at best, displeased whenever she had to be near Sapphire. Their argument on the very first day of class showcased just how different the two were. And yet, these two dramatically different students were probably the closest thing Oswald had to friends in this place. As sad as that was, Oswald wasn't particularly concerned about making friends at Beacon. Something about Demetra bothered him, though. Something painfully familiar, enough to send a pang of hurt through his heart. The look she gave him reminded him of Blaine. So full of pain, so full of hurt. It was probably how he looked just moments before. "Well, you're not wrong about Diamond. She's...We've had a rough weekend, but hopefully things will be a little easier from here out." Forcing a half-hearted smile to his face, Oswald gave Demetra a polite nod. "And it's nice to meet you too, Demetra. Your sister's been a good friend for me." Chuckling a little bit, Oswald nodded at Sapphire. "So, how have you been enjoying Parents' Day so far? It's been...confusing for us so far, I guess would be the right thing to say." of Seraphs</s>	<\|message\|>Vega Venetia [color=fff200][center]Vega Venetia[/color] - Team VGNB - Dorm[/center][/color] Her parents were proud. After all Gratia had worked hard to become a huntress. She is a hard worker despite her attitude at times. "Well it all paid off. She's a good teammate and a great friend." "Oh yes, I saw her sometimes categorizing wardrobe" as she responded to Valentinian.</s>
<\|description\|>- Age - 17 - Gender - Female - Race - Faunus (Viper) - Weapon - - Tenebrous Bulwark - An incomplete set of massive plate armor, obviously built to maximize defensive ability. It extends up her left arm, stopping abruptly at her neck and the left half of her chest. The armor is comprised of geometric pieces, each layered over one another. The gauntlet and puldron are bulkier than the rest, providing additional protection. An area of interest is where the armor ends, the metal looking as if it shattered like glass, with a jagged break straight through what would have been the cuirass. The metal is a colored dark, inky black, highlighted with thick geometric patterns of bright magenta. Given her small stature, and the fact that the armor looks to have been used by a giant of a man, Andromeda utilizes her Semblance to hold it around her actual limb, the suit mirroring her movements. This is her weapon's normal mode, however it has two alternative ones to meet alternate needs. The first of which causes the armor to unfold from around her arm, flattening out to form a durable shield in the vague shape of a stretched hexagon, the armor plates layered over one another. The top left displays the jagged line where the rest of the shield would reside, if it were whole. Even as is, the shield is roughly as tall as she is, and its width is about half of that. The final mode is far more offensive in nature, where the armor folds inward on itself to construct what can only be described as a cannon. It shares the geometric design of the constitute armor. The hexagonal barrel is split along the middle and the body of the weapon is faceted into symmetric, but otherwise random, planes. The firearm launches cylindrical slugs at high velocity, under the power of her Semblance, whose effect is amplified by the firearm. The projectiles are loaded from a top-loading 7 round clip, and they can be replaced with specialized Dust rounds for various purposes. Like the armor and the shield, the firearm is incomplete, and cuts off abruptly just after where the clip is loaded. Far too large for her to handle by hand, she once again relies on her Semblance to hold and aim the massive weapon, though this results in a difficulty with precise aiming. - Specialty - Andromeda's fighting style, broadly described, is a combination of ranged support and close range "punch their lights out". Her weapon favors a more up-close and personal style, while her Semblance generally tends towards a more support or area denial role. More specifically, her hand-to-hand combat closely resembles a mix of a traditional outfighter and tends to be a counter puncher. She forgoes a more acrobatic style for the added striking power that a solid stance provides. Given the mass of her weapon, this style carries over to its use as well. In ranged combat Andromeda focuses on larger area denial and suppression techniques, removing advantages and manipulating the environment to her own advantage. Naturally culminating in a well-placed shot from a cannon. - Semblance - - Melody of the Abyss - Her Semblance allows her to manipulate the darker aspects of the universe. On the most basic level, this allows her to project force in a type of faux telekinesis, generating areas of attraction and repulsion. Given the space-warping nature of this, she cannot individually "pick out" objects to manipulate like true telekinesis, making it far more imprecise. These areas exhibit a noticeable reduction in brightness and noise level, correlating with the strength of the force. Intense usage causes nebulous ribbons of inky darkness to shift in out of focus, and are accompanied by an almost sing-song hum, thus the name given to her ability. With great concentration, she can alter these fields to produce slightly varied effects, focusing on a particular aspect of them. Her ability to accurately control these fields weakens with distance. - Stygian Song - This application forgoes the physical impact of the fields in favor of nearly completely absorbing the light in the surrounding area. Rather than just being devoid of light, the fields behave more like a thick, black fog. A fog which seems to actively try to snuff out any sources of light in its reach. As of now, this is the only specific application she has been able to muster. - Personality - Coinciding with her choice of wear and looks, Andromeda is unsurprisingly loud and expressive in her mannerisms. She's got a big personality that normally projects itself out in an unapologetic and uncompromising way. She tends towards the eccentric, and is at times almost disturbingly cheery given her admittedly dark Semblance. She has an inability to stay stationary for any respectable stretch of time, though whether this is a conscious decision or not is up in the air. - Color - Fuchsia - Emblem - A radial shape with sharp spiral blade-like features fixed within a circle. - Appearance - Silhouette Image by NarayanK Loud. As good a descriptor as any when it comes to her appearance. Andromeda stands not quite tall enough to look most of her peers in the eyes, though it doesn't stop her from attempting to stand out. While not built large by any stretch of the imagination, she still cuts an impressive figure in the particular yes-my-eye-are-indeed-up-here way. Her form is well toned, with the defined musculature and lack of excessive body fat that comes with training as a combatant. Her complexion is a dark russet covered by a veil of freckles that dapple the area just below her almond-shaped eyes and across the bridge of her button nose. Her eyes look as though they can't decide what color they want to display, owing to the fact that they are an iridescent purple shot through with streaks of electric cyan. Their unnatural color is overshadowed by the mess of short, thick hair adorned twin long locks of disproportional length that frame her angled features. The mostly shoulder-length hairstyle is, at this point not unexpectedly, a fiery crimson-orange highlighted and tipped with midnight black. She could theoretically pass as human, though her heritage stands out under closer inspection. A series of small, smooth diamond scales trace her figure, running down her spine and the sides of her limbs. More noticeable are the ones pulling back around her head, starting just behind her eyes, which are angled a tad more than normal. The scales match the tone of her skin, and are harder to spot because of it, though they do shine with an iridescent color similar to her eyes under strong light. Her only other viperine feature of note is a pair of predatory fangs. Her normal attire is only slightly less visually assaulting, normally comprised of a pastel graphic tee or tank top and knee-length shorts. Her right forearm doesn't seem to quite exist, in its place is what looks to be the multicolored result of countless years of collected bracelets fusing together under their own pressure. This is mirrored by the completely practical number of belts around her waist. Of course, a pair of black, military-grade combat boots to complete her look.</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] @Kaithas @NarayanK @Write "C-C-C-Cooties!" Lauren squealed, thrusting her pelvis forward in exaggerated shock as Ben attempted his first grab at her ass. It was a little clumsy, definitely not telegraphed well, but all virgins had to start somewhere. She decided not to press him or tease him about it other than that, though - it would be way more useful to commit it to memory and use it against him in case he ever ran for elected office in one of the Kingdoms. Poor Costa Negasi, whose lustrous coal-black hair had nowhere near the amount of silver streaks in it that raising Lauren should have imparted, was rolling her eyes from beside Sangue. "So," she asked politely as her daughter continued chattering with her teammates, "San...gue? You must be the quiet one of this gang, child. I know my daughter can be overbearing when she's trying to coax people into hanging out. Do you have an okay handle on her?" Meanwhile, Lauren was shrugging off Amy's apology with a flippant wave of her hand. "Ehh, don't sweat it. Like Cap said, I always keep candy in the dorm!" It was an obvious little lie, compounded by pulling out her Scroll and tapping out a message, but the less Amy knew the less could be used against her in court someday. `Sender: Roarin' Lauren Negasi Recipient: Estelle Nuit [STATUS: SCAMMED WEEK 1] Message: Ta-da! Found it! It wound up in my lingerie order hahaha ;D I've already put your finder's fee onto the card so no sweat on that end! Give it back to you when I see you???` "If Pops hasn't eaten it all already, anyway..." she groused, putting her Scroll up and sticking her hands in her pockets as they neared the dorm. There was no one standing outside BASL's doorway, but it seemed that the dorm across from theirs was getting a lot of traffic. They were some Mistralian transfer team, a bunch of bad bitches that Lauren had noticed around school once or twice, but the gang outside their door was positively eclectic; a young man with dark crimson hair in a scruffy sky-blue jacket who looked like he was barely Lauren's age was conversing animatedly with some middle-aged aloha-looking motherfucker to the right of the door, while on the left a glamorous blonde woman was hugging one of the Mistralian students, a purple-haired bombshell who was wearing one of the cutest non-BASL pouts around. "--just give her some time, Evan," the blonde woman was saying, cheerfully stroking the student's hair. "Viv doesn't know how to handle people that well, even you. Even herself. She'll come around eventually." "Y'promise?" "I promise, sweetie. It happened with her father, too, you know. The apple never falls far from the aspie, Evan--" Lauren tuned out of the conversation after a couple seconds when she realized her father was probably taking advantage of her distraction to ransack some more of her stolen swag, and the boxer took point on opening the team's dorm, barreling right in before the door was even fully open-- --and finding no one. "Pops, I know you're in here, you old motherfucker!"</s> <\|message\|>The Phantom Sangue stared at Lauren thrusting her hips forward. As she continued to follow her friends around, her silence came to a brief end when Lauren's mother spoke to her. It was apparent that Sangue did not speak as much as the others had in the team, though Costa seemed more interested in what Sangue thought of her daughter. She softly glanced between Costa and Lauren, her expression remaining idle and her lips sealed as always. A handle was... something that you could take a hold of. Lauren did not seem to be the kind of person who'd hold back, with few people knowing how to moderate her sometimes ambitious courses of action. Lauren was a very exciting and happy person, and it was impossible for Sangue to think about stopping that. Being as honest as she could, Sangue turned to Lauren's pretty mom as she answered, "I... do n...ot. Bu...t... I do n...ot... mind..." Sangue's orange-red eyes traced Costa once more. The more she looked at her, the more she realized the things that made her daughter resemble Costa. It wasn't just their looks, but some of the more personal traits. Turning to Lauren's direction, she noticed a couple of other people across the BASL dorm. Her attention to them fell apart when Lauren burst the dormitory door open. She quietly followed Lauren's lead. @Kaithas@Plank Sinatra</s> <\|message\|>Oswald Connoly Oswald Connoly- Corridor Oswald nodded and let out a small sigh when Demetra mentioned how exhausted her Semblance made her. "I know exactly how you feel, about being overwhelmed by emotions. I lost a friend to something like that. He...chose not to feel anymore. I just wish there was more I could've done for him. We all saw it coming, but...he just didn't want to keep going." Taking a deep breath, Oswald quickly dragged his finger over his eyes, making sure that he wasn't crying again. "Sorry, I'm just...not fully over it. He was a great guy. One of my teammates, before Beacon." Oswald gave the pair a small smile, trying to keep his spirits high. He knew that he'd need to if he wanted to survive the next week without making his injuries worse. "As for my Semblance, it is pretty awesome, but it's also physically draining. It takes a chunk of my Aura every time I move, though that's usually preferable to letting somebody else get crushed by an Ursa." He didn't pay much attention to the tone of Demetra's voice, mostly because he felt he understood where she was coming from. She reminded him of Blaine, during that last month. It hurt to be reminded of that, but Oswald knew better than to blame the poor girl for inadvertently bringing up bad memories. "The firing range, eh? Sure, I'd like to see what he's put together for her. I just hope it's not too ridiculous, the last thing we need is that girl wielding something like what he has..." As the thought of Emerald trying to use Gren's weapon crossed his mind, Oswald smirked and shook his head. "The Academy would be a pile of rubble within a week, tops." of Seraphs</s>	<\|message\|>- Age - Andromeda watched Charon rush off, before glancing over at Ferris with a raised eyebrow, a nonverbal what was that about. She didn't press the issue, if he had something to get done, more power to him. Even so, he seemed... jumpy. She mentally shrugged, and went back to her breakfast. Partly, the majority of her attention was held by her Scroll, which she had propped up against a glass on the table. She absently flicked through some page with one hand, absently taking a bite in between reading with her other. Parent's day, she had almost forgotten, almost. Making a big event out of it was kinda strange to her, she'd spent enough time wanting to get some breathing room away from her parents. A few months wasn't nearly enough time to make her start longing for home again. Home had been nice; idyllic, even; but more than a little cramped at times, and this was freedom at last. Sure she might've still had to share a room, but she got her own Scroll and enough space to actually store all of her stuff. The food wasn't too bad either. A little sub-par, but some concessions had to be made. Speaking of, her fork struck the plate with the distinctive sound of metal on ceramic, and came up empty. Slightly startled by the sound, Andromeda looked up at her plate, and pushed it to the side. Giving one last glance at her Scroll, she collapsed the device and tucked it away in a pocket. It was still relatively early, they'd call when they could. Andromeda attempted to convince herself that she wasn't fretting over it. She wasn't all that successful. "What about you?" Andromeda asked her teammate, electing to take her mind off of it, "Got anything planned for today?" Raven</s>
<\|description\|>Charon Mauveine Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Double-Barreled Sniper Great sword & An Atlas Issued Knight's Defender Sword – Dubbing the pair of swords: "Love And War." At a glance, it appears as a large over-and-under barreled sniper rifle. However, the butt of the rifle is in fact where the blades for the sword function are, folding out toward the front to envelop the whole rifle, which the gun handle is pulled back to straighten out into a sword grip. The scope is a NV/FLIR x10 variable scope, with a red dot sight on top for close range encounters. Ammunition is loaded in 10-round magazines into the bottom of the rifle, underneath the receiver and are loaded with the left magazine loading the bottom, while the right magazine goes over the bottom barrel to load the top barrel. A harness with a sheath is worn on the back to holster the weapon. He also wears a shoulder guard on his right shoulder to rest the greatsword on while on the move in combat. Total weight is about 20kg. The harness includes a bandolier for color-coded magazines holding specific dust rounds. Purple being plasma, Yellow being electricity, Blue being ice, Red being fire (Or Incendiary as Charon calls them) Orange being explosive, Black being standard slugs, and White for flash smoke. The gun color itself is primarily a pale gray, but with purple as the secondary color. The other sword is an older Atlas military issued Defender Sword, used around the time of the Great War by his Father's Father. It was given to him by his Grandfather when he was old enough to volunteer when Charon lived in Atlas. It is a simple broadsword and scabbard that he wears at his right hip, and wields it with his left hand. Specialty: Overwatch Sniper – His hypersensitive aura made him a gifted sniper in his own right, able to know where the enemy will be through the eyes of his ally's auras, making him almost know when to pull the trigger to blast a Grimm away. He tends to stick away from his allies, finding a nice high spot where he can see everything and can cover his allies while also being able to reposition when the need arises. His greatsword function is mainly used when he encounters Grimm in close quarters but often it is seldom used. His physical strength is average at best, enough to haul a 20kg gun-sword and hoist himself up the side of buildings and cliff sides via a grapple hook, but nothing too special. Still, there have been instances where he has underestimated his own strength. Due to his isolation as a sniper, he has excellent survival skills, including signaling for help and first aid. Semblance: Hypersensitive - His aura is sensitive to others in such a way that he can sense if someone needs help in any form or fashion. In other words, he can "see" through other's aura. In combat, his ally's presence heightens his senses and situational awareness to a peak in intense fights. He can also sense Grimm, but it is difficult to do so at times, and requires him to be calm and collected to detect them. Personality: Absent-Minded but with a big heart. His aura and semblance make him easily distracted, and thus has a sort of care-free attitude, but at times a little too literal, making jokes and sarcasm go way over his head. Consequently, he tends to avoid large groups of hunters or huntresses, as the many number of auras tend to give him quite a headache. Still, he is a nice person who always tries to keep a positive outlook on things, and enjoys talking with friends about their problems. His short attention span has led him to have a hard time in previous schools, having to be held back due to poor grades has led him to be above the average age of others. He has decided to become a hunter to not only help protect people from marauding Grimm, but to prove to his family that he can succeed at something worthwhile all on his own. In combat, his demeanor changes drastically, becoming quite serious in keeping everyone alive and well. He has a no-nonsense attitude in this state, and at times can be difficult to get his attention when he is hell bent on protecting his friends. He is against killing people or Faunus, due to an incident with an outlaw in his brief military career as a member of his town's watch. He also enjoys eating, and will happily eat anything that is presented to him, with the right state of mind of course. For that, he isn't a half bad of a cook himself, and usually makes something that just hits the spot. He also has quite a soft spot for nature, enjoying the outdoors and all that inhabit it – other than Grimm of course – and enjoys listening to songbirds the most. Color: Purple Emblem: Crosshairs in Shield Appearance: At a height of 6"1' he is above average, but not towering over everyone, but enough to make shorter people envious of his superior reach. His attire consists of a gray shirt under a purple-white plaid shirt with some old jeans and an old baseball styled hat. His leather harness, shoulder pad, some kneepads and elbow pads complete the whole look. He wears two purple gauntlets on either arm, that both have different functions: the right is his grappling hook, allowing him to rapidly reposition, while his left controls his micro scout drone built into the bottom of the gauntlet, which serves for additional recon. The drone is like a large oval shaped stone, that when deployed, opens up into a sort of glider plane that is thrown like a paper plane to begin flight. His eye color is amber. His hair is a dark grey and is usually unkempt and a little on the wild side at short-medium length. He occasionally grows a light beard before shaving it off. He is in decent shape: not too buffed out, not too lanky.</s> <\|message\|>Jack Orpheus Jack Orpheus @HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy "Hmmm? That so huh?", he observed the man that Cian had identified as her guardian. Tristain he was called. He simply greeted the man back, "and I'm in charge of your charge while she is charged with her duty as a huntress, nice to meet ya Tristain". Jack's slight smile became wider as he greeted the older gentleman. He was distracted for a moment, as he was halted by memories of his mentor. If left alone he'll find himself sinking into thinking about his old home while everyone around him had family, so he was out here to see everyone else's. If he heard correctly the two young girls whom were identified as sisters, were also sisters to someone else under his charge, Luke. Considering how Luke usually is like, and how these sisters seemed to act, he can only imagine what these two, or three as a whole, deal with from each other on a day to day basis. "And name's Jack", he responded to... Uhhh... Who was this? He only recognized the face, but she was definitely not someone he's worked with, more importantly she seemed to be looking intently at the blue blade in his hair. "Oh that, that's natural... And you are?"</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @Kaithas @NarayanK "Yep," Bastille's captain confirmed, giving a shrug and never once faltering in his grin. "Friday night. Went out to celebrate a job well done. Head hurt the next morning and I was down a tonfa, but I'd say it was worth it." The wide smile he flashed Amy said without a need for words nice try, and he crossed his arms across chest nonchalantly. As far as he was concerned, it was way more incriminating that she had Lauren's jacket. If they knew anything about her then he was in the clear for the theft, and use, of his clothes. That was all Lauren. "I don't remember betting away a shirt and jeans too," Here he gave Lauren an innocent smile. "But I guess I must have."</s>	<\|message\|>Charon Mauveine The door creaked open and Charon shuffled into the room, his eyes heavy, his hair wild, and his shoulders slouched. He glanced at Ferris and let out a audible yawn, and answered Ferris's question "Yeah I'll come. Let me find my hat and put some deodorant on first." And without much of a word he swiped his hat out from under the sheets of his bed, walked into the bathroom and sprayed some deodorant under his armpits and met Ferris at the door, chewing a piece of spearmint gum. He yawned again, rubbing his eyes and spoke to Ferris, "Alright'y, I'm ready. I mean, I would like a shower, but if we're going to beat the rush, we 'best hop to than waiting 'round here. Besides, I will not miss breakfast two days in a row!" "Besides," Charon opened the door and gestured to Ferris, "Someone also has to make sure you get there without passing out! It was not fun having to haul you the rest of the way back to Beacon, you know that?" "Do you know how much fun it would be to toss you halfway across Vale?" Ferris growled as he walked out the door. "Hmph," Charon grunted in response, and followed him, "And don't get me started on how me and Andri had to sneak you into the school without any of the staff seeing you hammered through! I had such a terrible headache afterwards, that I couldn't sleep for more than a few hours!" "I distinctly remember telling you we could get in through the window." Ferris sniffed. "At least then we could have avoided the cat." His expression turned thoughtful. "...who knew such a little thing could be so ferocious?" "Oh I remember the window... It was 10 feet off the ground! Sure was easy getting you two up there and it was a whole 'nother beast getting the damn thing open!" Charon exclaimed. Ferris shook his head, "Oh never mind. We are here, and I need coffee." The two of them entered the Cafeteria, which much to Charon's delight, was way before the breakfast rush started. They got in line and grabbed some eggs and waffles with maple syrup and some ham. Ferris went over to get some coffee and Charon decided to go with him and get a cup of his own. They sat down at a clean table and dug into their food, and began to recover from the grogginess that clung to them both. Charon was about to take a sip of his coffee, but he hesitated, holding it halfway up to his mouth. Ferris raised an eyebrow at him, as if he was trying to say Are you going to try it or what? with a mouth full of food. Charon reluctantly took a sip, and suppressed the need to gag, as the bitterness was overwhelming. He then set the cup down, and looked at Ferris, who snickered at Charon's reaction "How do you and Adri' drink this stuff? I understand it like makes you rise from the dead and all that, but seriously, this stuff is worst than tea! And I'm trying really hard to like tea!" Raven</s>
<\|description\|>Charon Mauveine Age: 20 Gender: Male Race: Human Weapon: Double-Barreled Sniper Great sword & An Atlas Issued Knight's Defender Sword – Dubbing the pair of swords: "Love And War." At a glance, it appears as a large over-and-under barreled sniper rifle. However, the butt of the rifle is in fact where the blades for the sword function are, folding out toward the front to envelop the whole rifle, which the gun handle is pulled back to straighten out into a sword grip. The scope is a NV/FLIR x10 variable scope, with a red dot sight on top for close range encounters. Ammunition is loaded in 10-round magazines into the bottom of the rifle, underneath the receiver and are loaded with the left magazine loading the bottom, while the right magazine goes over the bottom barrel to load the top barrel. A harness with a sheath is worn on the back to holster the weapon. He also wears a shoulder guard on his right shoulder to rest the greatsword on while on the move in combat. Total weight is about 20kg. The harness includes a bandolier for color-coded magazines holding specific dust rounds. Purple being plasma, Yellow being electricity, Blue being ice, Red being fire (Or Incendiary as Charon calls them) Orange being explosive, Black being standard slugs, and White for flash smoke. The gun color itself is primarily a pale gray, but with purple as the secondary color. The other sword is an older Atlas military issued Defender Sword, used around the time of the Great War by his Father's Father. It was given to him by his Grandfather when he was old enough to volunteer when Charon lived in Atlas. It is a simple broadsword and scabbard that he wears at his right hip, and wields it with his left hand. Specialty: Overwatch Sniper – His hypersensitive aura made him a gifted sniper in his own right, able to know where the enemy will be through the eyes of his ally's auras, making him almost know when to pull the trigger to blast a Grimm away. He tends to stick away from his allies, finding a nice high spot where he can see everything and can cover his allies while also being able to reposition when the need arises. His greatsword function is mainly used when he encounters Grimm in close quarters but often it is seldom used. His physical strength is average at best, enough to haul a 20kg gun-sword and hoist himself up the side of buildings and cliff sides via a grapple hook, but nothing too special. Still, there have been instances where he has underestimated his own strength. Due to his isolation as a sniper, he has excellent survival skills, including signaling for help and first aid. Semblance: Hypersensitive - His aura is sensitive to others in such a way that he can sense if someone needs help in any form or fashion. In other words, he can "see" through other's aura. In combat, his ally's presence heightens his senses and situational awareness to a peak in intense fights. He can also sense Grimm, but it is difficult to do so at times, and requires him to be calm and collected to detect them. Personality: Absent-Minded but with a big heart. His aura and semblance make him easily distracted, and thus has a sort of care-free attitude, but at times a little too literal, making jokes and sarcasm go way over his head. Consequently, he tends to avoid large groups of hunters or huntresses, as the many number of auras tend to give him quite a headache. Still, he is a nice person who always tries to keep a positive outlook on things, and enjoys talking with friends about their problems. His short attention span has led him to have a hard time in previous schools, having to be held back due to poor grades has led him to be above the average age of others. He has decided to become a hunter to not only help protect people from marauding Grimm, but to prove to his family that he can succeed at something worthwhile all on his own. In combat, his demeanor changes drastically, becoming quite serious in keeping everyone alive and well. He has a no-nonsense attitude in this state, and at times can be difficult to get his attention when he is hell bent on protecting his friends. He is against killing people or Faunus, due to an incident with an outlaw in his brief military career as a member of his town's watch. He also enjoys eating, and will happily eat anything that is presented to him, with the right state of mind of course. For that, he isn't a half bad of a cook himself, and usually makes something that just hits the spot. He also has quite a soft spot for nature, enjoying the outdoors and all that inhabit it – other than Grimm of course – and enjoys listening to songbirds the most. Color: Purple Emblem: Crosshairs in Shield Appearance: At a height of 6"1' he is above average, but not towering over everyone, but enough to make shorter people envious of his superior reach. His attire consists of a gray shirt under a purple-white plaid shirt with some old jeans and an old baseball styled hat. His leather harness, shoulder pad, some kneepads and elbow pads complete the whole look. He wears two purple gauntlets on either arm, that both have different functions: the right is his grappling hook, allowing him to rapidly reposition, while his left controls his micro scout drone built into the bottom of the gauntlet, which serves for additional recon. The drone is like a large oval shaped stone, that when deployed, opens up into a sort of glider plane that is thrown like a paper plane to begin flight. His eye color is amber. His hair is a dark grey and is usually unkempt and a little on the wild side at short-medium length. He occasionally grows a light beard before shaving it off. He is in decent shape: not too buffed out, not too lanky.</s> <\|message\|>Emerald "Emmy" Felicia Shenanigans Emerald quietly slipped out of the firing range. She felt bad about leaving without a word, but her mom kept saying embarrassing things about her! Not only that, but she hadn't even seen her dad yet! Instead of waiting for him to show up she would look for him herself. Apparently he got distracted with catching up with an old friend, it figured. The cat faunus wandered down the halls somewhat sluggishly. She was still recovering from her injuries, getting gutted wasn't something she could just shrug off, even if she tried too. She might have overdone it in the shooting range a little. She clutched her side and winced. "Ow...stupid injury...wait, what's that smell?" She sniffed the air, she wasn't exactly sure where in the school she was, but that was the unmistakable smell of seafood. It was making her mouth water as if it was a waterfall. "Fooooooood..." Her plan of finding her father was forgotten as she continued to sniff the air and follow her nose towards the source of the amazing smells. She felt so hungry now she couldn't take it! She either going to have seafood or die trying. Her nose eventually found it's target, the scent of tuna was overwhelming, it almost made her woozy with how hungry she was. She had found herself at a food stand of some kind, with some short guy who appeared to be a waiter along with a cook. Man, that waiter is short...but I'm still shorter! Am I really the shortest person in the school!? >_< Well, never mind that, right now she needed food! She went up the the waiter guy, breaking personal space as she did. "Please, Mr. Waiter guy, I can smell your delicious tuna and I really need it!" Her mouth drooled as the smells overwhelmed her. She would get that tuna. After all, how could they say no to someone as small and bandaged up as her? She was wearing more bandages than clothes at this point. @Sho Minazuki</s> <\|message\|>Kiran Ali Khan @Sho Minazuki @HereComesTheSnow @abillioncats Kiran Ali Khan Kiran Ali Khan was the kind of man who believed in diligence in all things. If something was to be done, it should be done well after all, and that meant putting in all the proper preparations. Even if that something was the half baked ideas of his teammates to set up a stall on parents' day. Knowing them, Varius was likely spending all his time either prepping his knives or showing off his skills rather than actually paying attention to the customers. Noëlle was on off on some other business back at Haven, and well Taidan, well he was a special case. He probably figured a cute outfit was enough to qualify him as a waiter and then customers would magically appear. In all honestly, Kiran was well aware that he probably should've been around from the beginning, but these things took time. In his case that meant acquiring all of the proper ingredients. Lamb and Chicken were obviously a must, as well as the pita bread. He also had an assortment of vegetables, tomatoes, cheeses, cucumbers and more for the different tastes of his customers. Not to mention what sort of Shawarma was complete without a variety of dressings and spices. Plus he needed the tools for the trade, and thus he also had packed two vertical splits for both sets of meat, alongside his variety of knives, and some aluminum foil for the to go customers. Kiran did not like to remain unprepared of course. All of this was dragged along inside yet another cart he planned on parking next to the whatever stand Varius and Taidan had set up. The only thing he was really missing were beverage options. He hoped the others had saw fit to bring at least a cooler, or else some more daring customers of his might find that the spice they ordered was just a bit too much. All this in tow, Kiran finally arrived at the Beacon grounds to see a freshman practically drooling over Varius' displayed goods. "What a surprise, you two actually got a customer. Now why don't the two of you help her out before she devours all of Varius' goods. Oh and you don't have any Fugu buried in there right?" The senior swordsman's grin only grew larger when he spotted a familiar face talking to his teammates. "Sterling, long time no see. Mind giving me a hand setting all this up. Plus I've got room on this cart for another station. We'd make one hell of a team."</s>	<\|message\|>Charon Mauveine Raelyn Mauveine & Chelle Mauveine Raelyn Mauveine sat patiently, admiring the view from the Airbus window, looking down below at Beacon Academy. Next to her, sat her eldest daughter, Chelle Mauveine, who fidgeted with her scroll. Raelyn along with her daughter, were able to catch a flight all the way from Mantle for a surprise visit. She wanted to look presentable, wearing her standard business attire: a gray suit over a white button-up with black slacks, with black flats. Chelle took a more comfortable approach, wearing white shorts and a red polo, with black sneakers. The Airbus slowed, beginning its descent towards the air-docks of Beacon. "We are now arriving at Beacon Academy. Please have your ID's ready, and please stay buckled and seated until the Airbus comes to a complete halt!" the intercom blared an attendants peppy voice. Raelyn dug her ID out of her small green purse, while she glanced over to Chelle, who had her ID in her hand. Chelle smiled at her mother, "Do you think Charon will know we're coming?" she fidgeted with a strand of her black hair anxiously. Raelyn shrugged, "Perhaps, but I'm not sure how much he's gotten used to his semblance," Raelyn brushed her dark brown hair she noticed was out of place. Raelyn understood a few things that Charon told her about his semblance, but that was about a year ago, so she assumed that Charon had time to research and understand aura and get used to his semblance; She distinctly remembers him spending almost all day doing for several straight months. She was a little eager to see how Charon has developed since then. Chelle on the other hand was left in the dark, as she only knew a few things about any of it. She was finishing grad school for her medical degree and the way Charon put it, when she called him one day, "Didn't want to bother you when you're so busy." So much of it was left to Raelyn to explain what she could understand to Chelle. The Airbus slowed almost to a halt, hovering in place until it set down on the air-docks, the engines whirring down as the doors slid open. People unbuckled their seat-belts and shuffled along, grabbing their belongings above or below them until they exited out onto solid ground. Everyone bunched up in a crowd for a brief moment, forming a line to several security personal checking people's ID before letting them off the air-docks. Raelyn showed her ID card, while the Security person squinted at her card, muttering "50 year old... Raelyn Mauveine" while typing it into a computer, glancing through his list before letting her through with an impassive "Go on through." Raelyn waited for Chelle to pass through the checkpoint, glancing around at the school, noting its impressive size and clean grounds. At least Beacon is more subtle than Atlas, Raelyn thought to herself, thinking about how impossibly big Atlas Academy was, being more of a fortress than an actual school. Chelle maneuvered her way out of the stream of people towards her mother, "So where do we find Charon?" "Heeeyyy Chelle!" Charon shouted from the distance, waving frantically to get their attention. Chelle turned to see Charon jogging towards them, muttering to Raelyn "Well that didn't take long," whilst waving back to Charon with a smile. Charon stopped in front of both of Chelle and Raelyn to catch his breath, looking up at both of them, "So... what are you two doing here?" as if expecting a response he already didn't know the answer to. Chelle shrugged, "Oh you know... we caught the wrong flight from Mantle, and so happaned to end up here," "Oh hah-ha, but in all seriousness: I thought both of you guys were booked throughout this whole week!" "I managed to work some extra hours, so I was able to get some time off; Chelle managed to finish a day early as per permission from her professor, so now we're here!" Charon took a step back for a moment before looking back up at both of them, giving them both a nice warm embrace, "Well... I'm glad you're here then! I uh... What should we do then? I was on my way to town to find some parts for my drone and happened to notice both of you coming in on an Airbus so maybe I can show you two around town?" "Well what about the tour of your school first? I thought that was the whole idea?" "Oh but you guys should see how nice the town is first! Then we can save the best for last? Besides..." Charon took off his hat, and a mess of hair was revealed underneath, "-I kinda need a haircut since last month." Chelle was the first to react, "Charon! Geez! I've never seen your hair this bad!" She started to mess with his hair, trying to comb it in a fashion that would make it look presentable, much to Charon's discomfort. "Well it's settled- OW! Stop messing with my- Gah! Stop!" Charon tried to shoo away her older sister from his hair, before planting his hat over his head to cease her attempts to "fix it".</s>
<\|description\|>Blaine Olbrecht Large for his age, Blaine Olbrecht stands roughly 6'5" and weighs around 210lbs. Broad shouldered and barrel chested, he's a big boy. His hair is always kept neat and tidy, swept back in an effort to look remotely professional while he bulges out of his tight-fitting school uniform. His faunus traits are obvious, though not incredibly informative as to species, with slightly larger than normal canines and a swishing tail that ends in a large tuft of fur. More often than not, people mistake his serious expression for a personal glare, despite his best intentions. Age: (17) Gender: Male Race: Lion faunus Weapon: Leonids: a twin-headed meteor hammer attached by a silk rope originally woven from broodling web. This provides the connecting material with elasticity and great strength. Both heads are relatively simple in design, fist-sized metal spheres with a set of six small holes on either hemisphere, a seam splitting the orbs. Each ball contains a small compartment that can be filled with powdered dust. Both heads can be charged with dust for different elemental effects, and the entire array can be enlarged and reduced by Blaine's Semblance as long as it still touches him. Stilettos: Plain and simple, these are six-inch stiletto knives made to finish off stubborn kills through the use of Perspective. Not made for throwing, but the pommels are meant to brace against hard objects and support the whole of the blade when enlarged. Specialty: Warrior. Lacking decent ranged options, Blaine is a student of diving headfirst into danger, confident in his own abilities and training. In combat, he favors a fluid, highly mobile fighting style that revolves around keeping his opponents in striking distance while he remains outside of their reach. He is careful to keep tabs on the events of battle around him. Utilizing his semblance, Blaine shrinks and enlarges the Leonids in order to surprise foes with its length and weight, resulting in unpredictable flurries punctuated by strong finishing strikes. When fighting larger Grimm, the Stilettos can be used in similar fashion. The vast majority of his training was for fighting against Grimm, however, and he is unused to human opponent and ranged combatants. Semblance: Perspective: Once activated, this semblance can increase or decrease the size and weight of an object Blaine is in contact with as long as it stays with him or on his person. As an example, he could activate his semblance to shrink a fridge down to the size of an apple, or make a toothpick into a shortsword. Aura is only consumed while maintaining the semblance, and more is burned the more dramatic the transformation. As example, it would be far easier to make a fridge the size of an apple than a bus the size of a toothpick. Personality: Quiet and relatively demure for the most part, Blaine tends to downplay his own achievements and exaggerate those of others. In his eyes, anything he does is insignificant compared to the world around him. The flipside of this is that he sees problems as small and easily surmounted, resulting in a quiet optimism. When his own pride does show, it's for small things that most people wouldn't consider as much as others. More than anything else, he's most humble of his martial prowess, well aware that there are many better fighters than himself in the world. That being said, if someone takes the time to break through his shell, the man shows a rowdy side with those that he can care about, bragging about his friends and talking up the achievements of those around him. Knits in his spare time. When by himself, a quiet sadness is evident, though he tries to hide it as best he can. Color: Goldenrod Emblem: Three claws in a circle pointed inwards, two comets surrounding them</s> <\|message\|>Ferris Gray Solidor Ferris Solidor With the professer's "encouraging" shouting, Ferris manged to figure all this racket was going to make it hard to continue napping. He opened his eyes and got to his feet with a sigh. This was probably going to be a drag, but he was goons to pretend to care. Besides, this was football. Both versions were fun. He received the instruction pamphlet that was passed out with a raised eyebrow and regarded it like one would a week-old banana peel. Shaking his head, he opened it and began to read. The first page in and he was aghast. This was...football? This was football. This was football?! Well what the hell. Another game to attach to the highly contested name football that has little to do with the foot and more to do with the ball. It seemed to Ferris that the game was closer to basketball then the other two common games with the moniker 'football'. But, there was no point in complaining about it. Ferris made sure to read it several times before folding it up tight and sticking it in a pocket. Out of the same pocket, he idly produced a bullet casing of all things and began to twirl it between his fingers. Frowning in thought as they picked teams, he considered ways to use his semblance to his team's advantage during the game. Unfortunately, nothing outstanding came to mind. Whether this was because of his unfamiliarity with the game, or because it was not suited to this sort of thing, he wasn't sure. He suspected it was a combination of both. His, and he assumed, everyone else's, unfamiliarity with the rules was going to make coordinating difficult for both sides. That meant the match was probably going to come down to a combination of semblances and physical ability. Those who relied on skill with weapons were at a disadvantage here. Following that thought, since intense physical contact was probably going to be at a minimum, one could afford to be more free with their aura usage then usual. All that made the most important thing was to identify semblances quickly and devise stratagems to counter while trying to prevent the other team from doing the same, while also devising creative ways to use the given semblances on one team. In an odd moment of self reflection, Ferris realized he had been putting quite a bit of thought into this silly little game. He was still considering the problem by the time the teams were picked. He wandered over to join his team in the loose huddle, mildly releved to not be on the skins side. There were a few faces he recognized, but most of their names escaped him. The other team had started stripping. Like any hot-blood male, Ferris noted the eye-candy. "I think the ladies of the other team have us men at a disadvantage." He noted to no one in particular. Right, strategy. "Actually, Cap, I think I'd be more of use on offense." Ferris spoke up in an apathetic voice. "Unlike Ahoge boy here, I am confident on my kicking and passing accuracy, and with my spare parts," Ferris lifted his prosthetic leg and gesturing in a way that brought attention to his Gauntlet. "I have power to spare. However, before we actually get into that, introductions are more important. But instead of just your name, explain what your semblance can do. I believe that understanding and coordinating these will be the lynchpin of our victory. We can decide positions with more emphasis on that then physical ability." Of course, that would include explaining his own. Crud. He hated trying to explain his semblance to other people because he almost always received blank stares in return. It wasn't his fault it was so bloody complicated. @HereComesTheSnow @FlitterFaux @Plank Sinatra @Kaithas @Awesomoman64 @Tominas @Abillioncats</s> <\|message\|>Bianca Nuit & Stranded at Sea Stella dutifully walked around the room, picking up the stray cupcakes and their wrappers. While she was narrowly avoiding bumping into desks her eyes stood transfixed on the display that was showing her students' progress in the escapade. Escaping a sinking ship and making it to an island with enough resources to last the night. She was curious to see their approach. She took a second, standing in the middle of the class watching the monitor to recognize where she was. How far she had come. She had been a nobody for her entire life, the Nuit that didn't matter. The Nuit that took after her mother. Hardly a Nuit at all. But now, she was Estelle, the teacher for Survival Studies. She had her own students, her own job, her own money. Her place in this world. She felt unshakeable. She made it to the final cupcake that was still in the form of a nipple. Right Her hands came up to her face as she quickly tried to disregard the cupnipple… Nipplecake? Either way it had to go. She put it into a Tupperware container and threw it into her desk, just in case Lauren wanted it later. "God I'm starting to become Bianca." She said as her face launched past three different shades of red. But then she caught my eye… She was- --- As soon as we were on the sinking ship I felt completely in my environment. While these Grimm weren't real it was nice to finally have some target practice with the new wings. With a single elegant motion they extended fully to my right and left and with a single heavy flap I was spinning into the air. I'm sure I looked beautiful. As soon as I entered their domain a few targeted me but shifting C'est la Vie into it's spear form and letting it extend into one of their faces was all too easy. With one down and two more rapidly approaching I wrapped my arm around C'est la Vie and tilted it downwards, bringing my wings in in order to quickly use my body weight (as little as it is!) to dodge the blow with a sharp turn. A few Grimm appeared to be targeting my teammates in this situation and I didn't think I was going to be able to reach them in time. Extending my arm and using my thumb as guidance I hurled C'est la Vie through the opposition, I made sure to wave in a pretty cute way at Gratia when she saw what I did. It'd annoy her, sure. But it felt too good to be back. I let the fire inside me grow as I continued my onslaught on the Grimm. One approached me talons outstretched and with a brief flex of my semblance, I pivoted as if I was taking a boxer's stance in midair. C'est la Vie twirled back to my and a single back step was all it took for the spear to take the Grimm full throttle. But another had soon replaced it and C'est la Vie couldn't change direction fast enough to strike this one as well. I took the blow and cringed as the pain was simulated in my forearm, but the Grimm hadn't expected my tenacity. I snapped my head forward and struck the beast, my head felt like it had just smacked steel – but sure enough the simulation dissipated. I was doing well. C'est la Vie magnetized to my hand and I looked for my next set of targets. I hadn't felt like this in ages. But soon it was over. My wings felt as though they doubled in length and just as I glanced out at them I dropped back down to the boat. I was barely able to catch myselfand immediately rejoined the fight from the ground. But all of the sudden I was exhausted. My chest rising and falling my wings felt as though they were back to being featherless. Though quick and careful examination would prove otherwise. I could only think one thing. Thank god Jer didn't see that. ...God I'm starting to become Stella.</s>	<\|message\|>Blaine Olbrecht Physical Education Team: Maybe not the Best, but Definitely Better than the Other Team Team Listening to his teammates speak, Blaine gave them his utmost attention. This was made manifest in an unblinking stare, his stone brow knit together in the world's single most intense gaze, unbroken by the womanflesh before him. Admiration could wait for a different time, now was football. The small, belligerent man made a good point, though he seemed abrasive. That could be a problem. More so, the room suddenly became very hot as it dawned upon the faunus that he had failed to make his introductions. Blithering fool! How can you win a good first impression if they've no names to align with you? Blast! In the midst of his own berations, his gaze bore a large hole into the floor, a small vein beginning to pulse in his forehead as his vision stabbed the earth. He panicked internally, the only external hint of tension a single bead of sweat, ever so slowly making its way down his stoic cheek. In this state, he raised his eyes, lips pursed, the words on the tip of his tongue as he struggled to address those around him. His mouth was dry and the ill-fitting uniform seemed to tighten around his throat like a wounded lover, one of the buttons straining to hold the collar shut around his tree trunk neck. "..." Speak, damn you! "I… am Blaine." He paused, glancing as the group of expectant faces bore down on him, his voice being drug from his throat, slow and forced, like cattle to slaughter. "Big man is also acceptable. I am quite large. My Semblance makes things I touch larger or smaller while I touch them, in both mass and volume." Another pause as he looked around, gaining confidence as the lack of torches and pitchforks became evident. A tiny rip indicated the expulsion of a button from his collar, allowing sweet, cool air to brush his neck. It was appreciated, though he would have to sew it back on at a later time. Stooping down to pick up the offending button and set it inside his breastpocket, the faunus continued, his voice settling into place like an old bull out to pasture, or James Earl Jones after a lunch break. "Offense is doable, as I would prefer to be farther from our own goal in order to prevent use of my stature for marks by our scantily clad opponents. I will prevent our ballhandlers from being struck down best as I can. Shepherding, as it is stated on the rulesheet. Through my fellow offenders' feet, we will all march to glory." "I also believe that if they attempt to distract us with pleasures of the flesh, we may should try the same, captain Ben and second in command Luke. I believe that our coach most likely had a prior manner of identifying who is on which team, such as colored flags. With this in mind, I offer the idea of our most attractive removing their clothes as well. It may help us in the long run." Hesitating for a moment, the faunus pressed on. His eyes were now focused on the one who previously spoken, gray in attire, grim in attitude. Though he did not judge him, his words must be addressed. Blaine's facial expression was yet to change, the vein in his forehead continuing it's steady rhythm. "Additionally, I think we would be best served by keeping your powerful limbs in the back, grey one, where we need to be able to launch the ball downfield. I would refer to you as your name, but you had not given one. This is also to contend with your poor attitude and what I perceive as a lack of true confidence, going by your apathetic tone and rudeness to your own teammates, as well as our second-in-command. With all due respect, you sound as though you try to make up for something. Not to be rude. I often have problems with speaking to groups myself, so there is no need to be shy. Even if no one else does, I believe in you, despite your stature and lack of common manners." Internally, Blaine pumped his fist. His introductions seem to have gone quite well. Still, he would have to do his best to reassure the estranged teammate, let he think the faunus's words were meant to be aggressive. The last thing he wanted today was to be making enemies. In this state of mind, he offered his kindest smile, flashing his sharpened canines through the parting of his lips. It was obviously forced, but hopefully got the message across.</s>
<\|description\|>Blaine Olbrecht Large for his age, Blaine Olbrecht stands roughly 6'5" and weighs around 210lbs. Broad shouldered and barrel chested, he's a big boy. His hair is always kept neat and tidy, swept back in an effort to look remotely professional while he bulges out of his tight-fitting school uniform. His faunus traits are obvious, though not incredibly informative as to species, with slightly larger than normal canines and a swishing tail that ends in a large tuft of fur. More often than not, people mistake his serious expression for a personal glare, despite his best intentions. Age: (17) Gender: Male Race: Lion faunus Weapon: Leonids: a twin-headed meteor hammer attached by a silk rope originally woven from broodling web. This provides the connecting material with elasticity and great strength. Both heads are relatively simple in design, fist-sized metal spheres with a set of six small holes on either hemisphere, a seam splitting the orbs. Each ball contains a small compartment that can be filled with powdered dust. Both heads can be charged with dust for different elemental effects, and the entire array can be enlarged and reduced by Blaine's Semblance as long as it still touches him. Stilettos: Plain and simple, these are six-inch stiletto knives made to finish off stubborn kills through the use of Perspective. Not made for throwing, but the pommels are meant to brace against hard objects and support the whole of the blade when enlarged. Specialty: Warrior. Lacking decent ranged options, Blaine is a student of diving headfirst into danger, confident in his own abilities and training. In combat, he favors a fluid, highly mobile fighting style that revolves around keeping his opponents in striking distance while he remains outside of their reach. He is careful to keep tabs on the events of battle around him. Utilizing his semblance, Blaine shrinks and enlarges the Leonids in order to surprise foes with its length and weight, resulting in unpredictable flurries punctuated by strong finishing strikes. When fighting larger Grimm, the Stilettos can be used in similar fashion. The vast majority of his training was for fighting against Grimm, however, and he is unused to human opponent and ranged combatants. Semblance: Perspective: Once activated, this semblance can increase or decrease the size and weight of an object Blaine is in contact with as long as it stays with him or on his person. As an example, he could activate his semblance to shrink a fridge down to the size of an apple, or make a toothpick into a shortsword. Aura is only consumed while maintaining the semblance, and more is burned the more dramatic the transformation. As example, it would be far easier to make a fridge the size of an apple than a bus the size of a toothpick. Personality: Quiet and relatively demure for the most part, Blaine tends to downplay his own achievements and exaggerate those of others. In his eyes, anything he does is insignificant compared to the world around him. The flipside of this is that he sees problems as small and easily surmounted, resulting in a quiet optimism. When his own pride does show, it's for small things that most people wouldn't consider as much as others. More than anything else, he's most humble of his martial prowess, well aware that there are many better fighters than himself in the world. That being said, if someone takes the time to break through his shell, the man shows a rowdy side with those that he can care about, bragging about his friends and talking up the achievements of those around him. Knits in his spare time. When by himself, a quiet sadness is evident, though he tries to hide it as best he can. Color: Goldenrod Emblem: Three claws in a circle pointed inwards, two comets surrounding them</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Haven@Slime Gratia Mindaro - Shopping Gratia clinically appraised the storefront for a number of seconds, before her onyx gaze slid over to Silver. "If that's the type of shit he swings for."</s> <\|message\|>Silver Applegate Haven@Crimmy Silver Applegate - Vale-Shopping Mall Silver looked at the store Beryl pointed. "She did ask for advice. Maybe she needs new clothes too?" The joke went completely over his head. If Gratia wasn't there to throw it back at him, that is. "What?! N-no, I don't wear anything like that. I don't have a sense for fashion, but I can tell men from women's clothes." He couldn't help but get flustered at the idea of him wearing such a thing.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Haven@Slime Gratia Mindaro - Shopping "I see." However, the ability of their newest teammate to successfully dress in woman's clothing aside, Gratia could see little wrong with Harken's suggestion. While she was unfamiliar with the store, she had no issue with going to to inspect the wares. Their excursion had to start somewhere, after all. "What are you looking for, Harken?"</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Slime Vale-Shopping Mall-Beryl Harken "Some casual clothes aaaaaaand maybe another bathing suit. Bianca got one that doesn't squeeze the life out of me on the cruise but I go swimming so often that it's almost always in the wash."</s> <\|message\|>Lorena Negasi ["Lauren"] @NaraK Lauren was only spatially aware of her colonizer mule boy shuttling her back to the Bastille dorm, likely so she could enjoy the benefits of white dick and someone to do her homework for her. She was still wrapped up in ideas on how to stop Diamond Frost's clock discreetly, hopefully - but not necessarily - through an intermediary. She was hung up on the image of a good nail bomb, personally. The little bitch had the pencil neck for it; it would soak up a lot of shrapnel, leave the bitch with more nails through it than a voodoo doll. Make her a san-terrrrrrri-a piece. There was a girl who loved her who would have happily done it. That was dependent on her finding out about Lauren's survival and not going out of her way to kill her too, though, so maybe a late-night "u up" wouldn't fly so hot... Or maybe it would. Like she'd told Luke, it was always best to just shoot your shot. Especially if the target had an untraceable baseball bat that could pulverize Diamond with Dust crystals, too. That was what the poets of the streets called an ironic touch. Ali was like that - like if everything had gone wrong for Estelle Nuit. Heeee. Lauren was quiet, contemplating, as they left the Dust Apps classroom. Cap was getting bold as fuck shuttling her around the halls like this, wasn't he? People would get ideas. And then she'd have to implement those ideas on him, like a camp counselor in the night. "Where we going? Do you know where Sangue is, Cap? Are we all meeting up?" Lauren began to fidget in Ben's grasp, legs wrapped around him as she gyrated to the sides, the motions somewhat unfamiliar now that she had trapped herself in a uniform. "Are we?" To deter Bianca, Jericho had set off a couple flashbang traps at critical points in the faculty locker room connected to the Practice classroom. Then he decided to shower before meeting his new team. Flapjacks. God damn it. He'd been a heavenly knight a week ago. He'd gone from kitchen wench to goddamn Miss Buttersworth. Rich would be laughing at him from his perch in Atlas, until he learned where groceries came from and how much time it took to get them. The hot water beat onto his forehead, rhythmic, helping him brood.</s> <\|message\|>Gratia Mindaro Haven@Slime Gratia Mindaro - Shopping It was an answer that was more general than she would have preferred, but it was something she could still work with. "Anything specific to your tastes?" she asked, as they strolled into the store.</s> <\|message\|>Lucas Schwarz Sinatra@Write@FlitterFaux Luke Schwarz - Turning in It was starting to get late. My mind still abuzz with questions, concerns and otherwise intrusive thoughts, I realized that Tearlag Cirsium was a very thorough woman indeed. The walls were thick enough that even if I'd been making a concerted effort to pry into whatever was happening behind me, whatever lectures or punishments were being doled out, I wasn't going to without stepping in the room and making myself known. That... That I didn't need to be doing. Whatever happened to Diamond Frost as punishment wasn't my business beyond knowing that it wouldn't be done again, and I trusted our youthful professor's stern character in that matter well enough that I had no reason to sit in and make the scene awkward or extra-heated. Always isolate the key components— that was the rule. If a combination has proven volatile, make sure you don't mess around with one without the other safely contained. Basic chemistry. Basic interrogation, basic witness report, basic whatever you name. Though, I still don't know the true nature of our clash. No matter how I twisted it, it seemed to just appear from a vacuum. And that simply couldn't be right. ...At any rate, I'm rambling about nothing. I wasn't staying behind for just desserts, I was staying behind to ask my teacher something, and she was obviously all tied up. With the day getting long in the tooth, and Bianca having a grand "welcome to being a team, team!" Feast in the making, I knew I'd have another day. Tomorrow would work. It would give me time to remove myself from the situation and approach it— and my questions— from a place of more clarity. This haze was probably going to make me trip all over myself if I just walked in now. I'd sleep on all this, first. For now, let's see what our local winged wonder was cooking up and try to rest easy, yeah? >Heading home >if I get poisoned again I'm never forgiving you bianca I smirked as I kicked off the wall and started my trek towards the dorms, a short jaunt of about seven minutes on a leisurely day. Fugu. Cruise ship Fugu. Classic blunder.</s> <\|message\|>Beryl Harken @Slime Vale-Shopping Mall-Beryl Harken Her tastes? Beryl's tastes were well...they were whatever she could get her hands on. More than half her wardrobe consisted of hand-me-downs and old clothing various parents had donated to the orphanage. She supposed that there were a few she had bought or that had been bought specifically for her. Not enough to build much on the way of personal style but she supposed she had a few things in particular that she liked. "Stuff that's easy to move around in. Pants, shorts, T-shirts. As for swimsuits, the only stuff I've found that lets me go as fast as I want to are the single piece sportswear stuff. Everything else tends to pulled on by the water."</s> <\|message\|>Benjamin Lloyd Sinatra @NaraK "Sangue usually meets us back at the dorm, she'll probably beat us there. Amy's headed off to do something, but I figure we can pick Sangue up, all have a chance to change, and maybe head into Vale." Lauren's fidgeting, once upon a time, probably would've been enough to throw off Ben's balance. Especially since he was pretty sure that whatever she had in her backpack, it was pretty heavy. He hadn't expected it when she picked it up. He could still carry her around just fine, just took a little more adjustment. Which was kinda the point; this far into the year, it didn't even take conscious thought to maintain his balance. Just was what it was. "And I wanna see what you're hiding in your jacket, you didn't have it before Armory." Both hands were occupied, so instead of ruffling her hair, he elected to bump her head lightly with his own and grin. "After that I guess we can go get burgers or something. We can text Amy and see if she wants to meet back up, but I bet Sangue'd love to head into town."</s>	<\|message\|>Blaine Olbrecht Formerly Australian Football Field Primary Objectives: Locate Charms, Save Face --- --- Blaine combed through the grass like a man possessed, eyes peeled for the slightest sign of the small, carved tokens that he had made days prior. It was unlike him to be so panicked, but to tell someone they had gifts on the way and then leave them standing there…unthinkable. And so he searched, sprawled on all fours, sweating profusely as his shredded clothes hung loosely off his massive form. The enormous faunus's head whipped around at the sound of the smaller student's approach. He leapt to his feet and turned to face her in one smooth motion, striving to maintain the appearance of someone not dripping desperation as the red-feathered faunus came closer. Blaine's mouth opened to address her, when he noticed what the woman had to offer. His heart beat loudly in his chest, pupils dilated, lungs ceased movement. She had the charms. His mouth opened slightly, pointed fangs on display with the parting of his lips. Without his consent, Blaine heard his voice emerge from his throat as the world turned grey at the edges. Dimly, he was aware that he still wore no real pants. "Y-you… I… Charms yes mine."</s>
<\|description\|>Pomodoro Age/gender: 30, male Race: Human Faction: Disciples Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Dante The Lookout was silent save for a soft breeze that cut a chill in the air from the open window. It was always cold there this time of year. Several hundred feet below the Lookout, grey clouds were growing darker by the hour, threatening a downpour. The birds had all gone. Makken, the Guardian of Earth, was off meeting with the leaders of the Disciples, and he had taken his bodyguards with him. This was one of the only times Dante would have the Lookout to himself, and he used the silence to meditate. Sitting on the floor of his bedchamber, Dante sat with legs crossed and his hands resting on his knees. Focusing intently on the breeze wafting past his face, he turned his right hand over so that the palm was facing up. Slowly, methodically, Dante began to release his ki. The energy that generated from his hand, an incandescent blue orb that permeated warmth, began to rise towards the ceiling. Dante turned his hand back over and focused on the ki. It began to twist and contort, forming different shapes based on Dante's unconscious thoughts. It became a tree first, then a ship, Makken, and finally the Lookout itself. The glowing blue miniature broke apart in seconds, the ki returning to it's original form and spiraling slowly around the bedchamber. Something far to the south exploded and Dante's eyes snapped open. It was much too far for him to hear the blast, but he could feel the energy from the attack that made it. It was abrupt, powerful, and it wasn't alone. That didn't worry Dante as much as he thought it would. What bothered him the most was that he'd felt that same power before. It was one of the Trueborn, the so called 'rightful' rulers of earth. Dante and the Guardian had both attempted to find meaning in these sudden bursts of energy, had been trying for months in fact. It probably wasn't as complicated as they were making it out to be. The True Sons were clearly fighting amongst themselves. They always had. But this was the fifth time this year, and the aggressor was always the same. Dante knew from experience that when that energy signature faded away, there would be an entire village somewhere to the south that had no more inhabitants. Dante stood and turned towards his bed. Hanging from the headboard was a black, short-sleeved gi and a pair of loose-fitting pants. He dressed himself, laced up his boots and exited his bedchamber. The Lookout always felt strange when nobody was there. It seemed so much larger than it really was. An enormous, bowel shaped platform suspended atop a massive tower, the Lookout was normally home to at least twenty people. Most of them were Saiyans or otherwise affiliated with the Disciples of Son Goku in some way. Dante was the exception to that rule. He was not a member of the Disciples in any official capacity. No, his destiny was bound to the Lookout itself, and to the Guardian. But today there was no Guardian, no twenty-some bodyguards, no servants or assistants waiting on the Guardian hand and foot. There was only the Keeper. Dante started down the hall, focusing intently on the now waning ki to the south. It didn't take him long to pinpoint the precise location. As soon as he stepped outside of the Lookout, he saw the smoke rising from the horizon. Dante ran a hand across the top of his hairless head, wrapped an antenna around his finger. It was a nervous gesture he'd performed ever since he was a child. Not once had he ever realized he was doing it. This is getting worse Dante thought. If we don't do something about this soon, it's not just going to be Saiyan cities being destroyed. Dante, the Namekian, the Keeper of the Lookout, reached out one last time and felt a single source of energy. Then there was another and the first was snuffed out. The battle was over as quickly as it had begun. ======================================================================================================================================= The battlefield had grown quiet. Lucarien stood at the front of the village chief's home, a large, if rather drab manse just a few hundred yards from the rest of the village. His men were going from house to house, picking the belongings from the fallen corpses and burglarizing their homes. Lucarien, however, had no need for looting. He had found exactly what he wanted when he showed up; a defiant Saiyan chief. The only piece of loot Lucarien would be taking would be the earring that hung from the remaining half of the chief's head. He bent down and plucked the earring from the charred and blackened ear, taking a decent portion of the lobe with it. Lucarien wiped off the gore and held the trinket out in front of him. It was a small leather ornament, a cracked moon scorched onto the face of it. That was the coat of arms this chief's predecessor had decided on. Lucarien grunted out something that might have been a laugh. What did a cracked moon represent that was worthy of a Saiyan tribe? He imagined it probably had something to do with planet Vegeta, but that didn't matter anymore. The corpse laying before Lucarien now certainly didn't need any representation. They had barely put up a fight at all. The chief had voiced his... opposition to King Adiqa and the battle was nearly over before he finished his sentence. Lucarien's men were blooded veterans. The idiots with a cracked moon on their flag hadn't contributed to a real fight since the first war with the Disciples. Lucarien had grinned as he saw the fear grow in the chief's eyes, as he witnessed the deaths of his kinsmen and soldiers. It had become something of a habit at this point, but his wife had been one of the first to go. When the battle was nearing its end, the chief had tried something Lucarien was certain was supposed to be an attack, but he found himself with a mouthful of energy a second later. The Trueborn had taken the fighting to the village, and there were still a few residents that needed to be dealt with, but for the most part, this tribe had been eradicated. Ah, and what perfect timing Lucarien thought. On the other side of the village he could see his troops forming up in a line, right hands balled into fists over their hearts. Twenty men in traditional Saiyan armor over red bodysuits marched out before them. Beyond the Royal Guard, Lucarien could see the king, arms folded, floating forward as if his feet were too godly to be sullied by the dirt. Of course they are, your grace Lucarien thought bitterly. Clutching the earring in his fist, he started towards the king. "Your Grace," Lucarien said, dropping to a knee and bowing his head. He held out his hand, still balled into a fist. "A trophy, taken from the ignorant chief himself." The king took the earring and inspected the symbol on the front, a small burst of air escaping his nose. "You've done well, Lucarien," said king Adiqa, handing the trinket to one of his bodyguards. "Of all the tribes that have refused to stand behind me, the chief of this one had a special... arrogance about him. I trust he didn't die well?" "Didn't even put up a fight, your grace. I nearly took his head off before he could throw his first punch." The king laughed again. "Knowing him, it may literally have been his first punch. It's for the best he didn't join us. Weak Saiyans are not Trueborn. Rise, my servant, show me what punishment you've wrought on the fools." Lucarien did as he was instructed, though there really was no need for him to walk alongside the king. He would have much preferred to get his men back to the palace before they started fighting over the best loot. The king and his guards carved a path across the village, back towards the chief's manor. He smiled at the sight of the dead chief, then extended an arm outward. The sound of the door blasting off it's hinges was deafening. If there weren't so many guards around, Lucarien might have rolled his eyes. His majesty couldn't even open a door without making a show of it. "Lucarien," The king said, not looking away from the manor. "Have you ever wanted to be the leader of a Saiyan tribe?" He thought about it for a long moment. He had of course, but it was generally inadvisable to reveal one's ambitions to a king. "No, my lord. I prefer a warrior's life, not that of a politician." Another laugh from Adiqa. "You're a horrible liar, Lucarien. Tell your men not to burn too much of the village. They'll be sleeping here for the time being." "Your grace?" "Three hundred miles west of here, there is a temple carved into the side of a mountain. It is home to nearly a hundred blooded and well trained warrior monks, Disciples. Do you know why nearly a hundred well trained warrior monks are living in a temple so far from civilization?" Lucarien shook his head. "It's because they're protecting something. Our man on the inside insists that this temple is where the Disciples are keeping the Three-Star Dragon Ball." Lucarien's eyes widened. "Your grace, I-" "Get this place cleaned up, Lucarien. I don't know how long it will be before we locate the other six, but you'll be running this village until we do. Tell your men to mask their energy levels. The Disciples may be fools, but they won't suffer a Trueborn to exist anywhere near one of their precious Dragon Balls." The king didn't say another word. He spun around to face Lucarien and the expression on his face was more than enough to get the message across. Fail me here those eyes said and whatever the Disciples do to you will be considered a mercy. With that, the king rose into the air, his guards in tow, and all of them soared back towards the palace leaving Lucarien with eighty men and a now inhabited village.</s> <\|message\|>Mizu Mizu's Saiyan pod glowed like a shooting star as it penetrated Earths atmosphere. It was strange feeling he felt. He was returning to the home of his ancestors after hundreds of years. Mizu's ancestors had abandoned the Earth during the Great Saiyan War. Ever since they have been nomads. They traveled from planet to planet looking for a place to call home. Mizu's parents believed that they had found one on the planet called Xenal. Mizu grew up on Xenal becoming a warrior and protector of peace on the planet. He had many friends there. Life was a good one until one day a powerful warlord arrived on the planet with an army. Xenal fought with the planets natives as long and hard as he could but it appeared to be a futile resistance. So an evacuation of the planet was planned. Sadly the warlord found out about the evacuation and destroyed every ship as it tried to flee. As far was Mizu knows he's the only one who managed to escape. With nowhere else to go Mizu traveled to Earth. He hoped there he could live in peace. Mizu gritted his teeth as the pod crashed into the Earth. Mizu opened the pod and stepped out to see a mountain temple in front of his eyes. It had been days since Mizu had eaten anything. He flew up to the temple hoping they had food to offer.</s>	<\|message\|>Pomodoro Pomodoro struggled against the weight of the two large metal crates threatening to come together and crush him. He felt the muscles in his braced limbs strain as the shipping truck he was aboard jostled and shook. With no seat to brace himself against he found himself holding back the loose crates for the entire trip. And only now was he finally starting to feel the strain. Since Pomodoro was young he had loved travelling long distances. Usually it meant that all he had to do was go to sleep for a few hours and he would wake up in an entirely foreign place. Flying in first class luxury always meant that there were new sights, new sounds and most importantly, new food waiting wherever he woke up. Not this time though. With a mournful grunt he thought about his bank account and how hopelessly dry it had become. He didn't mind working for a living but it got in the way of his journeying. So, in a convenient stroke of luck he found himself signed up with what he had thought would be an easy job. But by the time he realized what the "travelling" portion of the "Grand Travelling Circus of Oz" ad he found had meant he was already halfway on board the truck. So there he was, narrowly avoiding being crushed to death doing the thing he loved most. The expression on his face kept switching between a grimace of pain and an insane grin of boundless joy. When the truck stopped and the doors opened he was grinning. "What the hell!?" said the driver when he saw him. Pomodoro gave an abrupt grunt and threw the crates forward, past the driver and into the hood of the truck sitting behind them. There was a cry of confusion just before the sound of metal crashing into metal. The ruined truck's driver jumped out of the cabin just in time to narrowly avoid being killed. After a long silent moment of looking from Pomodoro back to the gnarled engine block behind him, the first driver repeated himself. "What the HELL!?" Pomodoro considered the small man for a brief moment then cheerily asked "Where is the food?"</s>
<\|description\|>Ash (last name unknown) Age: 18 (undead for 3 years since the infection) Appearance: Ash is 1.78 metres tall. Backstory: A student who recently graduated high school and was considering her college applications, she ignored the rumours floating about on the internet about a new rabies virus. Ignorance was no cure, however, for the infection, and Ash was one of the many names that died or turned into the undead on the first day. The virus mutated inside her, eventually turning her hands and feet into claws. One day, she eventually realised that she was topless (her shirt was either torn off or slowly decayed to the ravages of time) and used a spare roll of bandages to cover herself up. Her mind slowly returned, and from outright hostility and hunger for the living, it become curiosity. She would watch, safely hidden, as soldiers and other survivors raided former living areas for food and supplies. 3 years later, Ash knows how to speak, read and write English, even if she finds hardly anyone intelligent to talk to.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Three years ago Ash twiddled her short brown hair and stared at the computer. She had gotten into the dreaded cycle of refreshing. A few of her favourite tumblrs, Twitter, Reddit and the forums she frequented were all the tabs she had open. Yet none of them were updating. Well, some were, but there was this hashtag trending on Twitter. "Hashtag outbreak. Well, let's see what's going on." Ash clicked on the link provided by the user. It led to YouTube. "Ugh, another viral marketing video?" The cursor hovered over the close button of the tab as the video played. From the poor aspect ratio, it was definitely recorded on a smartphone's camera. To make things worse, the recording was shaky. She rolled her eyes a bit, but the next image drew her gaze. A man was on the floor, crawling away. He looked up at some woman, and screamed and begged. "Don't eat me!" The woman fell onto him anyway, and she sunk her teeth into the man's face. Ash just stared, slack-jawed. The grainy footage was hard to see through, but Ash guessed that it might have been poor special effects. The door knocked, and she sighed. Her father had come back from work, most likely. "Coming! Stop knocking so much, dad!" she yelled. Picking up a white shirt, she slid it onto herself (her father disapproved of her walking around the house topless, but she was so flat a bra wasn't necessary) and walked to the door. "Look, stop knocking, I'm..." As she pulled the door open, what standing there wasn't her father. It was a man. Ash would have said that it 'is' a man, but men didn't have their guts hanging out in front of them and still be standing upright. His glazed-over eyes flickered to look at Ash, and the thing roared. Turning around, she tried to run, but the dead man's hand was faster. He grabbed onto her shirt, and tried to grab onto her. She heard a loud rip of the shirt she wore, but the momentum from his jerky grab was good enough. "Nonono— NO!" Ash screamed. The zombie, now with a proper grab onto her, sunk his bloody teeth into her. She screamed, and the pain brought upon her by his second ironclad bite sent everything to darkness. Minutes later, the corpse of the tomboy on the floor shook violently. With a quiet groan, Ash sat up, and slowly got to her feet. Her torn shirt slid off her body, reducing her modesty to naught, but she didn't care. Her mind, previously filled with the ambitions and dreams of an 18 year old girl, were now filled with instinctual hunger. Stumbling out of the room, her dazed zombie instincts looked up into the sky to the sound of a helicopter. Just like the mindless horde of the walking dead, she followed. ----- Modern Days "No, c'mon, don't mess this up..." Her claws held the USB cable nervously, as she gently eased it into back of the computer. A few damaged cables were scattered beside her. When Ash heard the click, she grinned. Hopefully, the internet was still working. The power was. And if there was one thing that Ash remembered recently, there were such things called computers. As she eased up the battered office chair to the computer, she heard the sound of a vehicle. The army was here. They would usually scavenge for supplies. Food, spare parts, gasoline, and the like. That was their way of living their life. This was her unlife. Ash looked out at the room she made. A bed (she didn't need to rest, but it felt unnatural for her room to be missing one), a mini-fridge (filled with choice cuts from the local supermarket, and a few from unlucky passers-by. The meat had already went bad by human definitions, but she kept it around. Eating helped stave off the worst effects of being a zombie.), and a computer that was already in this room. A first aid kit, stuffed to the brim with bandages (her choice of clothing today), sat beside the computer. The windows were boarded, and the door was barred. Someone else was here earlier, but she shot herself. Ash just took over. With a grin that showed bits of meat stuck between her teeth, she clicked on Reddit. There were certainly less users, but it was still active nonetheless. Even if humanity would still shoot to kill her at first sight, she still wanted company of some sort.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Three years ago "How is he doing, Mom?" She spoke through a cellphone. Her eyes were looking at the things that were going around her. The soldiers passing by, their faces and whatever they were doing. Her free hand was fiddling with the buttons on her navy green jacket. She listened at the voice on the other side of the line. "He's doing better..." A voice of an older woman sounded. "That doesn't sound very promising." Rose said and sighed, leaning back against the wall of a hallway. "Has he said anything?" - "No, he's seeing a therapist, because he's having a lot of nightmares". The woman spoke. "Tell Daniel I said Hi, okay?" Rose asked her mother. Daniel was her older brother. He was 5 years older than her, and he joined the US army before she did. But he got in an accident a few months back and lost his leg. He was in Afghanistan, and so far Rose heard, they were attacked. His brother was close by a grenade when someone threw it and it went off. He lost his leg and was sent back home. It was busy at the military base here. People were always busy, some soldiers had just gotten back from a mission or a practice. Rose stayed here when her brother was sent back home. Even though her mother wanted her back, she felt she needed to be here. Rose felt she had a purpose here, serving her country. "I have to go. We have to check out some things going on in Michigan". Rose spoke through the phone. "Oh honey, be careful. Have you been following the news?" - "Yes, I have mom. Don't worry. It's probably nothing to worry about." Rose said. But she had no idea what was going on or what to expect. She pushed herself off the wall and ended the conversation with her mother and left with a group for Michigan. Modern Days What she saw 3 years ago in Michigan wasn't something to not worry about. It wasn't something that would be easy to fix. It was a virus that was spreading more and more. It brought the dead back to live, and they were hungry. Rose wasn't exactly how or why, her mission was to get people in safety. She and other soldiers had been busy finding survivors and fighting off zombies for 3 years now. They were losing people almost on a daily basis. It was sad, but they didn't really had a choice. Rose didn't really else had a choice. The army offered them food and in return they would do as they were told. People said hell was full, and that's why the dead were coming back alive. Or that it was humanity's own fault. If we did believe in God and lived according the bible, this would never have happened. Most people didn't know what was trying to kill them, so they just made up lies... "We're almost there!" A voice yelled at a group of 6 soldiers. Rose was one of them. "We'll be back in exactly 3 hours!" The man who was flying the helicopter mentioned. Rose got her helmet and put it over her short brown hair. In the military long hair wasn't ideal. She felt the helicopter going down and eventually landing on a big intersection, in the middle of a small highway. Rose and the other soldiers jumped out, holding their rifles, running away from the helicopter, and off to a place where they couldn't be seen by others so they had a moment to discuss how they were going to this. "Clear!" Rose said out loud after they had entered a small store. Bart, another soldier closed the blinds, and used two fingers to peek between the blinds. So far, there were no zombies to be seen. "How are we going to do this?" Bart said in a heavy voice. The reason they were there because someone had called for help through a radio. They said they were in this city, hiding in a mall. Rose took out a big city map. And pointed at a red circle drawn on the map. "The mall is here. We are here" She pointed to a small spot on the map. "It's about 2.5 kilometers away." She said, and looked at the 4 male soldiers, who were listening. Rose looked down on the map, and her fingers moved over the map. "This is the shortest road. And probably the safest road too" She spoke quickly, and put the map back in her pocket, before she turned to a blond soldier. "I've talked it through with Mason, he leads the way". Mason nodded, and they left the abounded store. It was halfway their trip when they were attacked by a big group of zombies. They were only with the 6 of them, and there were just too many zombies. Shots were fired and heads were bashed in. It looked like there was no way out and they weren't going to make it. Bart was the one who sacrificed himself. He managed to get the zombies attention and pulled the trigger from a grenade when Rose and the others were far enough not to get hit by it. The soldiers kept on running, until they were safe. "Rose..." Mason said. "You're bitten". Rose her heart skipped a beat and she got this feeling of desperation in her stomach. She looked at her body, to see where she was bitten. With the adrenaline rushing through her body during the zombie attack, she hadn't noticed that one got to her. It was a big bite on her upper arm. "F*ck" Rose cursed. She knew what this meant. She couldn't go any further with the guys. "Well, go on already. I'll be fine. I promise" Her right hand covered the wound on her left arm. She watched the guys leave, and she was all on her own now. Rose knew she wasn't going to make it on her own here.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash grabbed a pistol in her claws. It was more for threatening the living at this stage, and maybe a few potshots at the other intelligent dead. The army seemed a bit more proactive in her sector today. If they broke down the door, she'd return fire. A grenade explosion rocked the building slightly, and Ash frowned. They were messing up her building. With a tired sigh, she plucked off the boards on her door with her bare claws. (Claws can work like a hammer in a pinch.) She plucked off a kevlar vest from the bed (courtesy of a few of the undead soldiers) and moved out. She used the vest as a shield against her head, holding her pistol in the direction of the little gunshots of a pistol. It must have been an individual soldier, or a survivor, or the rest were sticking to melee weapons. Sticking behind the reanimated corpse of a young woman wearing a female business suit, she slowly edged her way to the source of the gunshot noises. A young woman, looking like a soldier with the mishmash of body armour she wore, sat in a corner. Her right hand grasped tightly onto what looked like a wound on her other arm, while her left hand held a pistol. A few zombies fell as she fired at them. Ash counted the shots. When the second-to-last bullet fired, there was just the zombie left that she took cover behind. Well, Ash was a zombie, but a nice one. "Save your bullet." Grabbing the zombie woman, Ash tripped her to the floor and smashed her head in. Holding the kevlar vest to her head, Ash peeked behind it to see the soldier she had temporarily rescued. A black-haired, caucasian woman. Too young to die, but here she was, infected. Ash was infected once, but she got lucky. "Don't shoot," stated Ash.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Rose fired again, but this time she missed. It took her a moment to realize that she just fired her last shot. But Rose didn't lower her gun yet. Maybe whoever was talking to her wouldn't know and keep a save distance. Zombies didn't talk right? They wouldn't back down for a gun, unless it went through their head. Rose was looking at the thing that was holding the kevlar vest to her head. Her hand was shaky, but the gun still aimed to whoever was talking. Blood was dropping down on the floor and she knew that would only lure more zombies towards her. She needed to get out of here if she wanted to stay alive for a few extra hours. "Too late." Rose said. Rose was starting to become a bit light headed from the blood loss. It wasn't a small wound and she didn't had time to take a look at it and find some bandages. Thinking about that, she realized that bandaging her wound had little to no use. She was going to die anyway and come back as a zombie. She couldn't shoot a bullet through her head any more, because she wasted her last bullet. There were still a few options left: throw herself off a high building, have someone else bash her head in. Rose could be creative, maybe she would even see the fun in it soon? "Who are you?" Rose asked in a demanding tone. "Lower that stupid vest" She wanted to see who she was talking to and how that person looked like. From what she could see, Rose wasn't sure what she was talking to and she was dying to know.</s>	<\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash lowered the vest. She mentally prepared to dodge, even though she was pretty sure that the bullet would hit her before the sound reached her ears. Her grey hair, her slightly bloodshot eyes, and her slightly pale skin would have told the soldier everything, unless she was beginning to see things. "I'm Ash. And you're bitten," groaned Ash. Apparently, the woman spent her last bullet trying to shoot her. And unless she fancied death by a crowbar, she would probably have to give her a bullet of her own. If the soldier didn't question Ash's appearance, she herself was going to bring it up. "Do you want... bandages? Painkillers? There's still some around here," asked Ash, a little tentatively.</s>
<\|description\|>Ash (last name unknown) Age: 18 (undead for 3 years since the infection) Appearance: Ash is 1.78 metres tall. Backstory: A student who recently graduated high school and was considering her college applications, she ignored the rumours floating about on the internet about a new rabies virus. Ignorance was no cure, however, for the infection, and Ash was one of the many names that died or turned into the undead on the first day. The virus mutated inside her, eventually turning her hands and feet into claws. One day, she eventually realised that she was topless (her shirt was either torn off or slowly decayed to the ravages of time) and used a spare roll of bandages to cover herself up. Her mind slowly returned, and from outright hostility and hunger for the living, it become curiosity. She would watch, safely hidden, as soldiers and other survivors raided former living areas for food and supplies. 3 years later, Ash knows how to speak, read and write English, even if she finds hardly anyone intelligent to talk to.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Rose fired again, but this time she missed. It took her a moment to realize that she just fired her last shot. But Rose didn't lower her gun yet. Maybe whoever was talking to her wouldn't know and keep a save distance. Zombies didn't talk right? They wouldn't back down for a gun, unless it went through their head. Rose was looking at the thing that was holding the kevlar vest to her head. Her hand was shaky, but the gun still aimed to whoever was talking. Blood was dropping down on the floor and she knew that would only lure more zombies towards her. She needed to get out of here if she wanted to stay alive for a few extra hours. "Too late." Rose said. Rose was starting to become a bit light headed from the blood loss. It wasn't a small wound and she didn't had time to take a look at it and find some bandages. Thinking about that, she realized that bandaging her wound had little to no use. She was going to die anyway and come back as a zombie. She couldn't shoot a bullet through her head any more, because she wasted her last bullet. There were still a few options left: throw herself off a high building, have someone else bash her head in. Rose could be creative, maybe she would even see the fun in it soon? "Who are you?" Rose asked in a demanding tone. "Lower that stupid vest" She wanted to see who she was talking to and how that person looked like. From what she could see, Rose wasn't sure what she was talking to and she was dying to know.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash lowered the vest. She mentally prepared to dodge, even though she was pretty sure that the bullet would hit her before the sound reached her ears. Her grey hair, her slightly bloodshot eyes, and her slightly pale skin would have told the soldier everything, unless she was beginning to see things. "I'm Ash. And you're bitten," groaned Ash. Apparently, the woman spent her last bullet trying to shoot her. And unless she fancied death by a crowbar, she would probably have to give her a bullet of her own. If the soldier didn't question Ash's appearance, she herself was going to bring it up. "Do you want... bandages? Painkillers? There's still some around here," asked Ash, a little tentatively.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Like she didn't know that she was bitten yet. "Yes, thank you, captain obvious." Rose snarled. "I didn't know that." Her tone was sarcastic and angry. She was angry because she was bitten and it felt like she had failed. She failed her group and the people she wanted to help. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped whatever she was doing when Ash lowered her vest. "What the..." Her big brown eyes looked at the claws, the bloodshot eyes and the pale skin. Rose hadn't noticed the claws before, even though those big claws couldn't be missed when it held that vest. Did a zombie just talk? No, that as impossible, but the talking wasn't the only thing that scared her. Rose blinked with her eyes a few times. No, this wasn't a dream, because it all looked very real. Maybe she was hallucinating? Did the virus work so fast through her body? She had no idea how this virus exactly worked and she didn't care either. It made people die and come back alive. The only thing she needed to know was how to kill them, but she already figured that out 3 years ago. "I must be hallucinating." Rose said. Rubbing her eyes with her left hand, she groaned from the pain when she moved her left arm. "Because zombies don't talk." She shook her head, her hand still covering her face. "Zombies don't talk, zombies don't talk." She repeated to herself, not listening to Ash's last question any more. Rose thought she was going crazy. Her right hand was shaking as she put the gun back in the holster on her belt. It was empty, she couldn't use it anyway. She slowly moved her hand away from her face, but the talking zombie was still there. Rose looked at it with big eyes and her mouth open from shock. "I'm hallucinating."</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash guessed that resentful, sardonic tone, came from an infected person. But the soldier's tone when she saw her face, and perhaps refocused her eyes. Ash herself didn't know how the infection progressed in someone who got a minor bite. If the soldier didn't trust her own eyes, how could she communicate? "Well, I'm not sure how to re-assure you..." Ash sat down besides Rose, and placed her hand on her shoulder. "But I'm talking. I'm not sure if the bites cause hallucinations, but I'm here, and talking to you." She wondered what else to say, hopefully to take Rose off her bite wound. "Oh right! What's going on out there? And what's your name?"</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Her eyes almost rolled out of her head when she sat down next to her. When the zombie also laid a hand on her shoulder, Rose got scared and tried to stand up quickly and walk away in a defensive mode. Instead, she sort of fell over, landed on both her arms and crawled away from the zombie. "Don't touch me! Zombies don't talk!" Rose tried to stand up, her knees were trembling and her forehead was sweaty. She took her helmet off her head and threw it at the zombie, frustrated because she was getting sicker. "Zombies don't ask for my name." Rose mumbled, unbuttoning her jacket, because she was sweating like crazy. "Zombies eat meat, human meat, animal meat, whatever kind of meat! They are... Brain dead!" "Right?" She took a deep breath and made an attempt to calm herself down. She was bitten, she was dying and there is a talking zombie... "I need to warn the army..." Rose said and she sounded determined. Her eyes stared at the talking zombie. "I have to go." She turned around and made a few steps into a random direction until she stopped and realized she could never walk to the army.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) The soldier was getting creepier now. Did people start acting this weird after a bite, Ash wondered. Perhaps becoming a mindless zombie was a nice respite after all this crazy panicked thrashing. Ash shook her head, and looked off to the side. She did a double-take as another walking corpse stumbled into view. Uncomfortably close to Rose. Raising her pistol up, she fired a shot, taking out the zombie in a headshot. "The army's a day away of walking, even if you take the open streets, miss," said Ash, shaking her head. "You're not going to make it." With a sigh, she decided to lie. Well, twist the truth. She was technically a zombie, but zombies didn't talk. Zombies don't ask for names. They were brain dead. All this she was not. "And I'm not all of that. I'm not a zombie either. Take a bloody seat before someone tries to eat your face off!" shouted Ash.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins "Then why do you look like a zombie?" Rose asked. "It's not Halloween yet." She avoided to look Ash in the face. The shot made her jump up a little. She was so scared, and she didn't expect a zombie to shoot a gun either. She sat down against the wall where she sat down earlier and closed her eyes for a moment, just to take in everything that had just happened. "I suppose I can't borrow your gun to shoot myself in the head?" Rose asked the zombie. She opened her eyes to look at the wound on her arm. It looked nastier than she expected and she had lost a lot of blood. She was sure she could see some bone too. If she didn't do anything about it, the wound would become infected. But she was going to die anyway, so she decided not to do anything about the wound. "If you're not a zombie. Then what are you?" Rose asked looking away from her wound, back to the talking zombie.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash blinked at the request. She expected it, but it was harder to hear it than to imagine it. "Y-yeah, you can. If you want." What was Ash, anyway? She didn't have a pulse, and her body didn't feel pain. She just shrugged. "I'm Ash, someone who just lives here. Do you have a name, or did they start referring soldiers by ID number when the world went to shit?" She recalled... being bitten. A long time ago. But she didn't know when she specifically became less of a zombie, and more like herself. "I was bitten a long time ago, I think. Maybe I got lucky." Ash shrugged, and toyed with her gun. As long as she didn't point it in her face, it was safe enough.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins "I don't remember my ID number at the moment." Rose answered. "My name is Rose." She introduced herself. "And I'm bitten a while ago." Rose said with a sigh. This zombie got lucky, but was still bitten? That was weird. Was that even possible? "Do you remember anything from the bite and after it?" Rose asked. She wasn't sure if she wanted to live the rest of her life like a zombie. But at least she couldn't get bitten twice. "When the world went to shit, we pretty much lost our lives, just like everyone else." Rose said. The military was the only place they felt save and they could call home. It wasn't really home... It was a mess, a chaotic place with lots of blood and bodies of dead soldiers. Everyone was running around like crazy. There was always so much to do, so many missions. But never enough people, never enough guns or ammunition and sometimes not enough food. But they had a bed and a roof above their head at the base. "But instead of running away, we risked our lives for humans." Rose spoke quietly. "Not that some humans were worth it." Rose said and looked up at Ash the talking zombie. "What about those claws?" Rose asked. "is that a side effect of being a talking zombie?" Rose asked.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash smiled at Rose. At least the woman introduced herself. Given the circumstances, though, she had the right to be upset. "I don't remember a lot of things. I don't even remember my last name. I'm not even sure how I came to be like this." Ash looked at her claws, as Rose recalled the circumstances of humanity. It certainly went to shit out there. Ash might have even considered herself lucky, in the circumstances. There was lots of food in the places that were overrun. Ash only recalled a specific moment when she regained consciousness, or rather, awareness. The circumstances weren't pleasant, and she preferred not to think about it. "I think it's a side effect. And I prefer another word. Zombies are for those mindless, stumbling ones. I'm a..." Ash pondered. She hadn't come up with a name. "Hunter." Like the Special Infected guy in Left 4 Dead.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins "A hunter?" Rose asked curious. What kind of name for a mutated zombie was that? "Okay, then what are you hunting?" Rose asked curious. "Meat? Humans?" Rose continued to ask Ash. It looked like she spoke the truth. But it was still weird how she looked like and talked at the same time. She looked like a zombie, but she spoke? It was probably a mutation of the virus, or perhaps her body handled it differently? Rose had no clue, and it wouldn't take long before she would turn in a brainless, meat eating monster. The sun was slowly going to down in the sky, towards the horizon. "So, you eat human meat too?" Rose asked before she let out a soft groan, trying to stand up. "I assume I won't go after you after I turn." Rose spoke and managed to get on both her feet. Her arm was hurting so much now that the adrenaline was leaving her body. "Are there more like you?" The soldier asked and looked at Ash. The sun was shining in Rose her face, and you could see the sweat on her forehead and her hair was wet. a terrible fever was the side effect of the virus, before someone would turn. Rose saw black spots in her vision and she felt dizzy after she stood up. She had lost too much blood. If she wasn't going to die from the fever and the virus, she would die from the big amount of blood she lost. So she took off her jacket, since she was burning up anyway, and tried to wrap it around the wounded arm with one arm.</s>	<\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) "It's a self-made name. Well..." Ash sighed. Her life wasn't exactly pretty. She occasionally dealt with thugs who saw themselves as the Last-Man-on-Earth. She rarely took the initiative to end them, but when they got overwhelmed, Ash dealt the finishing blow just so that they would not turn. The meat kept that way. "I hunt for food." She scratched her head, trying to find a way in her mind that made it sound less grim. "From reasonable sources. I mean, I don't kill anyone who isn't already going to die, and I have a reasonable expectation of who's going to live or die." Ash shrugged, giving Rose a look of that pretty much meant 'perhaps, but probably not'. "I'd be a treat for any living scientists who's looking for a cure, but I'm guessing they'll consider me legally dead and dissect me." She knew of others that were like her, but in different ways. Some of the zombies were intelligent, but not on a 'conversational basis'. They knew how humans worked, and targeted them in clever and cunning ways. They were like animalistic hunters looking for prey. "There are. But they're dicks." Ash felt a little crestfallen when she saw Rose manage her wound. The soldier would probably die of blood loss first before the infection got her. "Do you think you can contact your relatives, or friends?"</s>
<\|description\|>Rose Thompkins Age: 24 Appearance: 1.67 Rose grew up in New Orleans with both her parents and an older brother. She had a normal childhood, went to school and got good grades. After high school she went to college. But it took her a a few months to figure out that college wasn't her thing. Rose didn't felt at place there. And even though her parents didn't want her to, she dropped out of college to start working as a waitress, in hopes she would figure out what to do with her life. A year later she decided to join her brother in the US military. Her brother lost his leg in Afghanistan and went back home a couple of weeks after she joined the military, but Rose stayed. After that the virus spread through the US and the US military helped out as much as they could. Now, three years later, the military is growing smaller and smaller.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Three years ago "How is he doing, Mom?" She spoke through a cellphone. Her eyes were looking at the things that were going around her. The soldiers passing by, their faces and whatever they were doing. Her free hand was fiddling with the buttons on her navy green jacket. She listened at the voice on the other side of the line. "He's doing better..." A voice of an older woman sounded. "That doesn't sound very promising." Rose said and sighed, leaning back against the wall of a hallway. "Has he said anything?" - "No, he's seeing a therapist, because he's having a lot of nightmares". The woman spoke. "Tell Daniel I said Hi, okay?" Rose asked her mother. Daniel was her older brother. He was 5 years older than her, and he joined the US army before she did. But he got in an accident a few months back and lost his leg. He was in Afghanistan, and so far Rose heard, they were attacked. His brother was close by a grenade when someone threw it and it went off. He lost his leg and was sent back home. It was busy at the military base here. People were always busy, some soldiers had just gotten back from a mission or a practice. Rose stayed here when her brother was sent back home. Even though her mother wanted her back, she felt she needed to be here. Rose felt she had a purpose here, serving her country. "I have to go. We have to check out some things going on in Michigan". Rose spoke through the phone. "Oh honey, be careful. Have you been following the news?" - "Yes, I have mom. Don't worry. It's probably nothing to worry about." Rose said. But she had no idea what was going on or what to expect. She pushed herself off the wall and ended the conversation with her mother and left with a group for Michigan. Modern Days What she saw 3 years ago in Michigan wasn't something to not worry about. It wasn't something that would be easy to fix. It was a virus that was spreading more and more. It brought the dead back to live, and they were hungry. Rose wasn't exactly how or why, her mission was to get people in safety. She and other soldiers had been busy finding survivors and fighting off zombies for 3 years now. They were losing people almost on a daily basis. It was sad, but they didn't really had a choice. Rose didn't really else had a choice. The army offered them food and in return they would do as they were told. People said hell was full, and that's why the dead were coming back alive. Or that it was humanity's own fault. If we did believe in God and lived according the bible, this would never have happened. Most people didn't know what was trying to kill them, so they just made up lies... "We're almost there!" A voice yelled at a group of 6 soldiers. Rose was one of them. "We'll be back in exactly 3 hours!" The man who was flying the helicopter mentioned. Rose got her helmet and put it over her short brown hair. In the military long hair wasn't ideal. She felt the helicopter going down and eventually landing on a big intersection, in the middle of a small highway. Rose and the other soldiers jumped out, holding their rifles, running away from the helicopter, and off to a place where they couldn't be seen by others so they had a moment to discuss how they were going to this. "Clear!" Rose said out loud after they had entered a small store. Bart, another soldier closed the blinds, and used two fingers to peek between the blinds. So far, there were no zombies to be seen. "How are we going to do this?" Bart said in a heavy voice. The reason they were there because someone had called for help through a radio. They said they were in this city, hiding in a mall. Rose took out a big city map. And pointed at a red circle drawn on the map. "The mall is here. We are here" She pointed to a small spot on the map. "It's about 2.5 kilometers away." She said, and looked at the 4 male soldiers, who were listening. Rose looked down on the map, and her fingers moved over the map. "This is the shortest road. And probably the safest road too" She spoke quickly, and put the map back in her pocket, before she turned to a blond soldier. "I've talked it through with Mason, he leads the way". Mason nodded, and they left the abounded store. It was halfway their trip when they were attacked by a big group of zombies. They were only with the 6 of them, and there were just too many zombies. Shots were fired and heads were bashed in. It looked like there was no way out and they weren't going to make it. Bart was the one who sacrificed himself. He managed to get the zombies attention and pulled the trigger from a grenade when Rose and the others were far enough not to get hit by it. The soldiers kept on running, until they were safe. "Rose..." Mason said. "You're bitten". Rose her heart skipped a beat and she got this feeling of desperation in her stomach. She looked at her body, to see where she was bitten. With the adrenaline rushing through her body during the zombie attack, she hadn't noticed that one got to her. It was a big bite on her upper arm. "F*ck" Rose cursed. She knew what this meant. She couldn't go any further with the guys. "Well, go on already. I'll be fine. I promise" Her right hand covered the wound on her left arm. She watched the guys leave, and she was all on her own now. Rose knew she wasn't going to make it on her own here.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash grabbed a pistol in her claws. It was more for threatening the living at this stage, and maybe a few potshots at the other intelligent dead. The army seemed a bit more proactive in her sector today. If they broke down the door, she'd return fire. A grenade explosion rocked the building slightly, and Ash frowned. They were messing up her building. With a tired sigh, she plucked off the boards on her door with her bare claws. (Claws can work like a hammer in a pinch.) She plucked off a kevlar vest from the bed (courtesy of a few of the undead soldiers) and moved out. She used the vest as a shield against her head, holding her pistol in the direction of the little gunshots of a pistol. It must have been an individual soldier, or a survivor, or the rest were sticking to melee weapons. Sticking behind the reanimated corpse of a young woman wearing a female business suit, she slowly edged her way to the source of the gunshot noises. A young woman, looking like a soldier with the mishmash of body armour she wore, sat in a corner. Her right hand grasped tightly onto what looked like a wound on her other arm, while her left hand held a pistol. A few zombies fell as she fired at them. Ash counted the shots. When the second-to-last bullet fired, there was just the zombie left that she took cover behind. Well, Ash was a zombie, but a nice one. "Save your bullet." Grabbing the zombie woman, Ash tripped her to the floor and smashed her head in. Holding the kevlar vest to her head, Ash peeked behind it to see the soldier she had temporarily rescued. A black-haired, caucasian woman. Too young to die, but here she was, infected. Ash was infected once, but she got lucky. "Don't shoot," stated Ash.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Rose fired again, but this time she missed. It took her a moment to realize that she just fired her last shot. But Rose didn't lower her gun yet. Maybe whoever was talking to her wouldn't know and keep a save distance. Zombies didn't talk right? They wouldn't back down for a gun, unless it went through their head. Rose was looking at the thing that was holding the kevlar vest to her head. Her hand was shaky, but the gun still aimed to whoever was talking. Blood was dropping down on the floor and she knew that would only lure more zombies towards her. She needed to get out of here if she wanted to stay alive for a few extra hours. "Too late." Rose said. Rose was starting to become a bit light headed from the blood loss. It wasn't a small wound and she didn't had time to take a look at it and find some bandages. Thinking about that, she realized that bandaging her wound had little to no use. She was going to die anyway and come back as a zombie. She couldn't shoot a bullet through her head any more, because she wasted her last bullet. There were still a few options left: throw herself off a high building, have someone else bash her head in. Rose could be creative, maybe she would even see the fun in it soon? "Who are you?" Rose asked in a demanding tone. "Lower that stupid vest" She wanted to see who she was talking to and how that person looked like. From what she could see, Rose wasn't sure what she was talking to and she was dying to know.</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash lowered the vest. She mentally prepared to dodge, even though she was pretty sure that the bullet would hit her before the sound reached her ears. Her grey hair, her slightly bloodshot eyes, and her slightly pale skin would have told the soldier everything, unless she was beginning to see things. "I'm Ash. And you're bitten," groaned Ash. Apparently, the woman spent her last bullet trying to shoot her. And unless she fancied death by a crowbar, she would probably have to give her a bullet of her own. If the soldier didn't question Ash's appearance, she herself was going to bring it up. "Do you want... bandages? Painkillers? There's still some around here," asked Ash, a little tentatively.</s> <\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Like she didn't know that she was bitten yet. "Yes, thank you, captain obvious." Rose snarled. "I didn't know that." Her tone was sarcastic and angry. She was angry because she was bitten and it felt like she had failed. She failed her group and the people she wanted to help. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped whatever she was doing when Ash lowered her vest. "What the..." Her big brown eyes looked at the claws, the bloodshot eyes and the pale skin. Rose hadn't noticed the claws before, even though those big claws couldn't be missed when it held that vest. Did a zombie just talk? No, that as impossible, but the talking wasn't the only thing that scared her. Rose blinked with her eyes a few times. No, this wasn't a dream, because it all looked very real. Maybe she was hallucinating? Did the virus work so fast through her body? She had no idea how this virus exactly worked and she didn't care either. It made people die and come back alive. The only thing she needed to know was how to kill them, but she already figured that out 3 years ago. "I must be hallucinating." Rose said. Rubbing her eyes with her left hand, she groaned from the pain when she moved her left arm. "Because zombies don't talk." She shook her head, her hand still covering her face. "Zombies don't talk, zombies don't talk." She repeated to herself, not listening to Ash's last question any more. Rose thought she was going crazy. Her right hand was shaking as she put the gun back in the holster on her belt. It was empty, she couldn't use it anyway. She slowly moved her hand away from her face, but the talking zombie was still there. Rose looked at it with big eyes and her mouth open from shock. "I'm hallucinating."</s> <\|message\|>Ash (last name unknown) Ash guessed that resentful, sardonic tone, came from an infected person. But the soldier's tone when she saw her face, and perhaps refocused her eyes. Ash herself didn't know how the infection progressed in someone who got a minor bite. If the soldier didn't trust her own eyes, how could she communicate? "Well, I'm not sure how to re-assure you..." Ash sat down besides Rose, and placed her hand on her shoulder. "But I'm talking. I'm not sure if the bites cause hallucinations, but I'm here, and talking to you." She wondered what else to say, hopefully to take Rose off her bite wound. "Oh right! What's going on out there? And what's your name?"</s>	<\|message\|>Rose Thompkins Her eyes almost rolled out of her head when she sat down next to her. When the zombie also laid a hand on her shoulder, Rose got scared and tried to stand up quickly and walk away in a defensive mode. Instead, she sort of fell over, landed on both her arms and crawled away from the zombie. "Don't touch me! Zombies don't talk!" Rose tried to stand up, her knees were trembling and her forehead was sweaty. She took her helmet off her head and threw it at the zombie, frustrated because she was getting sicker. "Zombies don't ask for my name." Rose mumbled, unbuttoning her jacket, because she was sweating like crazy. "Zombies eat meat, human meat, animal meat, whatever kind of meat! They are... Brain dead!" "Right?" She took a deep breath and made an attempt to calm herself down. She was bitten, she was dying and there is a talking zombie... "I need to warn the army..." Rose said and she sounded determined. Her eyes stared at the talking zombie. "I have to go." She turned around and made a few steps into a random direction until she stopped and realized she could never walk to the army.</s>
<\|description\|>Nara, Shikashi Nara, Shikashi – Hikari Burokka Nickname/Alias: Hikari Burokka (Light Blocker) Gender: Male Age: 17 Age Appearance: 19 Sexuality: Bisexual Birthplace: Nara Compound, Land of Fire Clan/Kekkei Genkai (or hiden): Shadow Manipulation Rank: A (Jounin) Position: Speculated Heir Chakra Nature: Yin Release Additional Appearance Details: Shikashi is around 6'2" and weighs 150 pounds. History: Nara Shikayo is the brother of Nara Shikaro, the head of the Nara clan. Shikayo had a deep rivalry with his brother, Shikaro, and they both catered to their father's every whim in order to become clan head; in the end, Shikaro won. Shikayo fell in love with a simple girl who lived in a nearby village and went by the name of Kawaguchi Hana. They married soon after meeting and were eager to start a family. When Hana was pregnant, they were overjoyed, but it also furthered Shikayo's hatred of his brother, knowing that his son would most likely not inherit the Head of the clan. A month after Shikayo's son, Shikashi, was born, Sora had given the news that she was pregnant. On May 27th, Shikako was born in the Nara Compound to Shikaro and Sora. Growing up, Shikashi and Shikako were continuously pitted against each other due to their fathers' rivalry. Shikaro and Shikayo attempted to raise their children to be the best of the clan's kids, prodigies. Despite their dislike, however, Shikashi and Shikako were close and could be considered best friends. It became clear that Shikako had a penchant for the medicine that the Nara clan made when she was five. Shikayo, angry at Shikako's success, began to increase Shikashi's lessons and even taught him advanced jutsu before his time. Because of his father's harshness, Shikashi developed jealousy of Shikako and their friendship was broken. Around the time that the children were supposed to learn the shinobi arts more extensively, it was discovered that Shikako lacked severely in chakra control and could only perform the weakest form of Nara's renowned shadow techniques. Shikako then began to envy Shikashi who was extraordinary in chakra control and strategies. With Shikashi's promise, many of the clan thought that Shikashi should become clan head instead of Shikako. The moment that Shikako heard of this from her father was the moment that marked Shikashi's and Shikako's inherited rivalry. Shikashi quickly rose in ranks and, within no time, became a jounin. His father was proud and with the speculation that Shikashi should be the one to become Head of the Clan, everything seemed to be going well for him. However, Shikashi continues to hold animosity towards Shikako despite having everything and she having nothing. It confuses him to no end, but the truth of the matter is: her dad loves her more than his dad loves him. And it bothers him greatly. Shikayo sees Shikashi as just another tool to have sway in the Nara Clan and with his father rising high in the political rankings, he doesn't have time for Shikashi anymore. Not to mention that most people his age feel daunted to talk to him and so he feels all alone. Instead of reconciling with his long-lost cousin, he continues to bury himself a ditch of hatred, insecurity, and fear. Personality: Shikashi is neither serious nor much of a joker. He isn't quiet nor is he that talkative. One thing can be said about Shikashi, though: his arrogance knows no bounds. Of course, due to deep issues pulsing through his memories, the arrogance is more of a front than anything, but he does fall victim to his own lies. He has told himself that he is the best so many times, has told others that he is the best so many times, that he believes it…unless it is late at night and he can't sleep. Shikashi is well-mannered unless it comes to his cousin, and when she is around, he will let his tongue whip out like a sword, cutting Shikako with his words. Shikashi is an easily jealous fellow and hates it when others occupy the time of people precious to him: i.e. his dad. The Nara genius does have his good points though: mainly, he is focused and determined to do his best when on a mission and always looks after his teammates. Base Weapons & Items: X explosive tags. X smoke bombs. X kunai X shuriken X wire Specialized Weapons & Items: N/A Special Traits Fast Good chakra control Knowledgeable Name of Kekkei Genkai/Hiden/Kekkei Tota: Shadow Manipulation Clan: Nara Description: The use of the shadows to paralyze, control, or kill the target. ========================================= Techniques: Canon Jutsu Kageshibari no Jutsu: The use of the user's shadow which stresses across any surface, even water, and attaches itself to the shadow of the target; from there on the target is paralyzed and imitates the user's movements. However, it uses up chakra, demands chakra control, and is limited on a certain distance depending on the user's limits. Kagezukami no Jutsu: The user materializes their shadow and increases its power, becoming like steel. The user then captures the target's shadow and forcibly moves them about. The techniques strength is proportionate to the chakra put into it. Kage Nui no Jutsu: Uses materialized shadows to attack and bind. The user changes the shape of their shadow into several sharp needles and controls each separately. They can then attack several targets simultaneously and at the same time snatch away their ability to move by sewing them stuck with the shadow threads. Kageyose no Jutsu: This technique takes the user's own shadow and transforms and stretches it into countless thin tentacles, which are then used to grab objects and pull them in. Kage-Kubishibari no Jutsu:The shadows are given physical power and then are used to attack body parts by turning the shadow slender and to bind the opponent's body in order to restrain them. It is commonly used for strangulation. The smaller the distance, the greater the power. It should be used quickly as it costs a lot of chakra. ====================</s> <\|message\|>Kao Dorobo Kao Dorobo Land of Fire - Just outside Nara Compound - Morning Kao watched curiously from outside the compound, sitting upon a tree he climbed. He saw two people fighting, and an oddity happening with their shadows. After the weird thing with shadows the two mimicked each other perfectly. It was bizarre to see, and even weirder to see two others appear and act like the shadows acting as they did was normal. Though the two new appearances split the original two, "Maybe they were fighting, why would they be fighting? This place isn't anything some kind of arena is it...? I guess theres only one way to find out." Kao thought to himself hopping out of the tree. Quickly he ran towards this place he had come upon. Going straight to what seemed to be the entrance, "HELLO IN THERE.... WHAT IS THIS PLACE?" He waited for a short time, hopping someone opened up or at least answer him, he didn't want to intrude... but oh well if no one answers its not his fault.</s> <\|message\|>Hato Uchiha (鳩うちは) Hato Uchiha. Uchiha Compound - Night He glanced over his shoulder at Yuen than returned his gaze to the sky with a sigh. "Yea," he agreed softly. "Come with me, I'll take you there." His dash earlier was slower now, steady. Yuen and himself had solved the issue before them and now they had only Rin to worry about. Poor kid, the child was only trying to stop his father from shedding blood. It was admirable, especially for one so young. With a quick action, he scratched a sudden itch in his head and let the arm drop back to his side. "Did it take you from anything important?" he asked out of the blue, remembering that Yuen was following behind him. The trail back to the tree was laid out before them now, his cloak billowed as he crept over a gravelly incline, allowing the wind providence over his clothing. He eye'd the future kunoichi with a type of ease that he had everyone else. She was young but powerful, sweat dotted her clothing that couldn't have come from the skirmish, so he figured she was training earlier; which spoke volumes. "The fight that is."</s>	<\|message\|>Nara, Shikashi Nara, Shikako Land of Fire - Tea Room, Nara Compound, Morning "Shikamoe was murdered last night." Shikako felt her heart break under her chest and her fingers twitched against her thigh. "Oh." Shikaro stared at her with lazy, searching eyes and she felt him digging into her soul. He was waiting for her to burst into tears or throw the table across the room. Instead, Shikako sat there in seiza, fiddling with her hands in her lap. Shikamoe was a close friend, very close, and Shikako didn't have many of those. Actually, she had none. Who wanted to be friends with deficit Nara heir? Well, a lot would, but ever since people began looking to Shikashi as the next leader, her list of friends had shrinking. Shikamoe was probably the last person who was truly her friend, if Shikako was honest with herself. Shikako has had people die in her life before; she is a shinobi, after all. However, every time was different. One time she might have thrown a fit and punch a hole through the wall and another she might have cried until her eyes were puffy and red. Both of those instances had been in different times of her life, though, and this time, this moment, was in a different time as well. In this time, Shikako was used to sorrow and disappointment. In this time, Shikako just felt numb. Emotions did not swirl in her belly and thoughts didn't devour her mind; no, all she had was the numb static sprinkled across her limps and soul. After a long moment of silence, Shikaro seemed satisfied with her reaction and nodded to himself, taking a sip of his tea. "Good, Shikako. Now, we must proceed with how we should handle this. What do you think we should do?" Shikako glanced up from her lap and into the eyes of her father, the man that once coddled her with the warmth of fire, but now seemed like a distant silhouette with the icy grips of conviviality. He acted friendly and warm at times, polite and respectful, but he was nothing more than acquaintance to her. He had been nothing more than an acquaintance since the clan discovered of her insufficient chakra control. "We question the other clans of their participation in the killing of Shikamoe while continuing an investigation." Shikako answers, picking at her nails nervously. "No, you are thinking politically. What should we do strategically?" Shikaro prompted, his tone hard and calculating. Shikako felt anxious sweat drip down her face and slip into her eyes. She had to blink multiple times to get the saltiness from her vision, lest it irritate her more. What was the right answer? If she is thinking politically, what would be the strategic answer? The Nara Clan had strong jutsu, indeed, but it didn't have as much strength as the other big competitors and only had an average amount of members, not enough to swarm. The only thing that made the Nara Clan a worthy opponent was its skill in strategy and war. If they didn't have numbers or strength, they couldn't offend the other clans or make Shikamoe's death public, now could they? "We keep quiet about it. We conduct a quiet investigation and increase security. We must remain on the defense until we discover the culprit; and when we do, we quietly and surreptitiously slaughter him in the most gruesome way we can in order to spread the message that no one messes with the Nara." Anger, pulled from deep within Shikako's gut, so deep she hadn't noticed it, rises into her voice. It wasn't the simmering rage that Shikako has felt when faced with Shikashi's taunts. Instead, it was the cold fury that freezes and freezes in one's heart, living and living until revenge is dealt. "Correct." Shikaro murmurs, leaning back and taking another gulp of his tea. He sets it down and levels his eyes with Shikako, his intense gaze burning and scorching her. "But Shikashi would have gotten it on the first time." Nara, Shikashi Land of Fire - Nara Compound, Morning Shikashi slowly stood up and crossed his arms, glancing at the newcomer with a suspicious gaze. Shikayo glances at the newcomer as well before tossing a nod to Shikashi and leaving. "This is the Nara Compound and you are intruding." Shikashi hisses, hunching his shoulders and baring his teeth. "Leave, now." Shikashi readies his chakra in case the intruder doesn't leave peacefully and his muscles tense in preparation. However, nobody would notice it unless one knew Shikashi like the back of one's hand.</s>
<\|description\|>Shishido Shiho IRL Appearance Shiho stands at 5'11'', making her quite tall in comparison to other girls. In Game Appearance In game, Shiho's height is diminished like crazy and she stand at 4'2'' In game name: Shishirou Age: 21 Gender: Female Race: Pooka Weapon of Choice: Shiho prefers to compensate her now small stature by using a katana that is about the same size as her whole body. Magic Spells: Strength Buff Magic, Defense Buff Magic, Hit Point Buff Magic, Speed Buff Magic, well, you catch the drift, no? Also, the contraries of these ones that are debuffs. Personality: Shiho, in real life, is a big otaku with little to no friends. This is mainly because she acts indifferent to others more out of shyness than actually being cold. You see, Shiho has a height complex, given that she is taller than most of the girls she knows, and also some of the boys she has gotten to know. Though not extremely, mortally shy to the point of not being able to talk, it still is hard to get her talking at first, and most of the time she will just answer with simple hand or head motions, and mentioning her height will also take that out and she'll remain silent for the rest of the time you are around her. However, once she is used to you after some minutes, an hour tops, she'll start talking nonstop, making jokes and things of the like whenever she can. In ALO, given that her complex is eliminated because of her tiny avatar, she is, oh, so very talkative and hyper that it is hard to imagine her being quiet. She also likes to change her tone of voice and quote anime or video game characters from time to time, just for the fun of it, and she will also mark you as her best friend if you ever get at least one of her references. Skills: * Katana * Metal Equipment * Battle Healing * Parry * Cooking * Sprint * Straining * Tool Appraisal * Musical Instrument - Violin</s> <\|message\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi (Double post...)</s> <\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano The boss's cry heralded its death, and the end of the boss fight. Many players cheered, but Alex was left feeling a little empty. He extracted the ridiculously sized cleaver from the rapidly disappearing flesh of the boss's now deceased form. And that was the problem, whatever he did in the game, it didn't amount to anything. Destruction ultimately amounted to a whole lot of mess, and while the mess might provide its own cathartic satisfaction, destruction didn't leave mess in Alfheim online. Therein lay the problem. A window popped up indicating the increase in his straight sword skill, leather armour, acrobatics, sprint and familiar communication skills. An increase he didn't care about. He flicked the window out of existence and it was immediately replaced by another screen, this time displaying the items he'd received. He'd received two weapons, the boss's cleaver and a… zombie arm. Yeah… The boss cleaver was quite good. Flesh render was its name. No special abilities, but better than his in every way. It can't really stab, though. Alex noted. Alex equipped it, and as expected, the giant cleaver in his hands shrunk until it was a little bigger than a normal great sword. However, a warning sign showed up. Damn, I don't have enough strength for it. Alex thought. He put it into his inventory and took a look at the zombie arm. It was called unarmed combat. "Ha ha." Alex said humourlessly. Of course they would add something like this. A zombie arm called unarmed combat. It was actually quite decent. It was a 1 handed weapon that was affected by your unarmed skill, increasing its damage by using both the unarmed and the one handed mace skills. It could turn into a powerful weapon, assuming it found the right user. So he should probably sell it or something. Alex took it out of his inventory and held it, swinging it around. It was lighter than he was used to, but it moved like a normal hand. Or at least, he thought it did. He wouldn't really know, he'd never seen a dead body before. He had some fun swinging it around, but put it back in his inventory. Unfortunately for him, the entertainment value of his new zombie arm slowly faded down, and he realised that he was kind of bored. And it would likely only get worse unless he found something he wanted to do. Alex opened up the system and began writing up a report to the game masters. He didn't really pay attention to the words, because in the end, he was practically nit-picking. That said, it deserved a report. Dear GMs. Today, we fought a boss – the one that was made up of corpses. I forgot its name. He wrote. Alex was easily bored. He didn't go to school anymore, but he didn't have any aspirations in life. He lives life to live, because that's a good thing, but he doesn't have much fun with it. At some point in time, the boss activated his dark magic, but several veteran players noted that it was earlier than usual. He continued. What made people happy in life? It was something he didn't really know. His life was good, his family was good. He had likes and dislikes, good relations. But he couldn't find something to keep him occupied. His attention shifted from thing to thing. Games, books, TV shows. Sometimes he'd stop reading a book halfway through because he knew exactly what would happen. And that was a problem. Then, at another point, the boss's AI changed. It was similar to sentience. It used a powerful knockback attack followed with a slam to kill several players at once. Then it began targeting the healers. Maybe instead of spending time in VRMMO's, he should do something productive. Like go to university, or get a job. Become a space pirate. Anything. Anything to relieve the boredom. And preferably something that'll be seen by his children, and his grandchildren. All of his descendants. Something that would be a testament to his great mediocrity for all to see. Assuming he had children, grandchildren or descendants at all. It was kind of alright in the end, but you should probably look into it. He finished. He thought for a second. Also, I don't know if it was intentional, but I picked up its cleaver and started dealing huge damage. He added. He thought for another second and erased it. That was something interesting, short-lived as it was, and he didn't want them to patch it out. At any rate, there was nothing Alex could keep doing forever. He would get bored of it really fast, and he never felt any measure of investment in something, once he'd squeezed out every last drop of fun he could get. He wanted something to keep him interested. Something refreshing, or exciting. Maybe he could learn some magic, or he could give original skills a go. The message went something like this: Alex hit the send button and stretched a little. It wasn't a big thing for him, the glitch. That said, it might be big for someone else, and that wasn't exactly a great thing. As he stopped concentrating, some conversation filtered into his attention. "You know, you can't exactly consider yourself a decent player if you're going to complain about every hit point you take. Oh yeah, and if I were administration I would probably make every boss continuously harder if too many people are able to CK it." His freshly revived spriggan party member (Kite) said. "They wouldn't make money like that, you know." Alex said idly, yawning after he said it. He noticed that the group leaders were arguing, likely about the glitch that happened. But before he could throw in his two cents, another of his party members spoke up. "What are you two complaining for? As raid group leaders, you should be more concerned about your failure to lead properly and anticipate unexpected events in a battle situation. You may have fought this boss many times, but that is no excuse to become complacent and lazy as a raid leader. A competent leader should be prepared for whatever happens and accept their own failures." Their salamander shield-bearing swordswoman said (Athena). "Now, now." Alex said. "You should remember that this is a game. Fighting the boss multiple times is a great excuse to become complacent and lazy, because games run on patterns. And besides, a game is supposed to be fair, especially an MMO. They wouldn't have something like that without telegraphing it first." Thankfully, their cat archer spoke up. "So," She (Arina) said. "We did it. What did you guys think about this?" Alex thought for a bit. It was kind of easy at the start, but then he did the jump-onto-its-head-and-stab-it-repeatedly thing, which was great. Then the boss threw his cleaver, which missed Alex by barely anything, which he also later picked up. That was also great. But as he mentioned before, the glitch was a real mood killer, and that was all he could think about for the last part of the fight, which was about as mediocre as the start. This all boiled down to one statement which he tended to use an awful lot. Alex shrugged and gave his answer. "It was alright, I guess." He replied.</s>	<\|message\|>Shishido Shiho Shishirou tried to climb the wall of corpses that was the monster, to no avail, but she was still out of its range and didn't have its aggro on her, so she at least had that going for her. She was a little confused as to what to do next. Keep hitting it with her sword just as she had done before? Try and do something innovative with her wings? Before she could reach a satisfying conclusion, the monster shouted yet again and she knew it was about to be killed. "Wah! No, wait! I want to kill it! I can't NOT kill it after quoting Shizuo like that!" It was inevitable, though. The boss was just in the brink of disappearing. Someone else had gotten the last hit bonus, but she could damn well try. With a quick thrust, she stuck her katana on the boss' flesh, just before it disappeared. "Ei!" The boss then disappeared. No last hit bonus, but at the very least, she was satisfied with the result. She walked happily to where everyone else was, thinking just how much fun it had been battling that boss. It really seemed intelligent for a bit there. Maybe it was intelligent? Oh, well, who cares? He'll respawn after a few minutes, hours perhaps, so it's not like they 'killed' something intelligent. As she approached the group that was fighting, she couldn't help but curiously see them with a baffled expression. "Um, guys? It's a GAME. Glitch or not, don't you think it was really fun? Kinda like, the glitch made it twice harder to beat than normal, no? Isn't that, like, REALLY exciting! If you don't think so..." With an slightly sarcastic smile on her face, Shishirou couldn't keep the next words in her mouth. "Then what the hell are you doing here, playing a game? Aren't these kinds of things made for this?" Then, she heard the Spriggan in her party speak up too. Well, he was right about what he was saying. "Yeah, what he said!" She said, pointing at him with a big smile on her face. She then turned back with a happy look on her face. She seemed proud of something, probably of herself. 'I was assertive, wasn't I? I know I was! Hehe!' Shishirou then walked all the way to where the others in her party were gathering, not too far from where the raid leaders were, but anyhow. She got to hear T1m and Athena, and decided to raise her opinion too, simple-minded as it was. "If they told you about every little change they did, my mail would positively be in the border of exploding anytime now. Besides, it adds to the element of surprise! Maybe we got to saw what the boss will act like in the next update 'cause of that glitch! Do you really mind it that much if the game isn't fair?" Before anymore witty comments could be made, though, Arina asked something. "Any game becomes boring if it lacks thrills! As said by a certain butler, I think the same. The boss was really fun to fight. I'd fight a glitchy boss like that anytime, any day. I'd take him with less chained corpses on, though." The chained corpses boss was several times better than her boring everyday, though. College life wasn't as exciting for her as she had heard before. The 'Party now, study later' she had heard of was a lie, like the cake. Still, given that her area of expertise was around these programming things, she too had to raise an opinion on the IA of the boss. "She is right, though.... The IA was really unusual. For a while there, it really seemed to believe that it should preserve itself, even over the users.... Not cool, man, not cool."</s>
<\|description\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano In game name: T1m Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Aleksey has messy black hair and is pale. He's fairly tall, being 5'10 and has black eyes. His in game appearance is the same, along with his armour, cat ears and tail, of course. Also has a cat which he tamed a while back that just sleeps on his head. He calls it Steven. Race: Cait Sith Weapon of Choice: Great sword Magic Spells: Tame Beast Tames beasts. Success depends on the user's level and the beast's level. Alex wants to tame a dragon one day. Cooldown: 30 seconds Summon animal companion Alex can use this spell to summon one of the beasts he has befriended with <<Tame Beast>>. Currently, his familiars are as follows: His cat Steven, Thomas the Tank Turtle and Alan the Annoying (a crow). All knicknamed by Alex. Cooldown: 60 seconds Personality: To sum it up in a few words, Alex doesn't find much fun in life. He lives and continues living, but he doesn't really find fun with it. He doesn't really have aspirations or anything either, and his life's alright. He has some measure of investment in Alfheim online, if only to see what happens in the end. He enjoys sprinting around and destroying people with his greatsword. Skills: Combat skills - Two handed straight sword - Parry - Leather equipment - First aid Other skills - Sprint - Hiding - Acrobatics - Familiar recovery - Familiar Communication</s> <\|message\|>Rhett James Arina took a slow breath as her arm drew back the string with the arrow to reach a ready position. Once she was done she waited a few seconds before opening her fingers ever so slightly and let the arrow fly. The arrow flew across the desolate ground and struck the undead horror in the head, killing it. It burst into small bright sparkles before dissipating. His comrades were swiftly taken care of as well. She just needed to strike first. It was a wondrous day really. This day had been set aside for quite some time. About two or three guilds sent some of their best troops who were in the same level range as each other to take on this dungeon instance together. Arina belonged to one of those guilds, so naturally she was going to take pride in her Guild over the others. But she wanted to expand her friends list and meet new players. Players of other races and all that jazz. Arina had been quiet through almost the entire dungeon. That's not the thing to be thinking about though. This instance was among the first of many many more to come. This one was a journey down into a crypt that was said to only have two bosses and be relatively quick to do. Their group was in the right range for numbers and they had been going through rather quickly, seeing as how most of them were new to this dungeon. Arina was, and she was having the time of her life. They had already taken out one of the bosses and now they were making the final push to the final boss room. Arina had no idea what kind of loot would be rewarded to her for finishing this dungeon. She could barely contain her excitement. Or well..she could. She had been doing that for quite some time. The group pushed on, with the clacking of weapons against armor and armor against the stone floor ringing all throughout the halls. The most experienced players were at the front of the group, leading the others. After a few more minutes of walking the group came upon a very large door and they stopped. The three most experienced players in front signaled a halt and turned around to face the group. "Well, here we are. The Final Boss door." A few cheers were heard but since most of the players here were inexperienced to this dungeon they stood quietly and listened to the man speak. Arina was among that crowd. "This boss is relatively easy, with only a few varying attack patterns. He won't be anywhere near as easy as the first boss though, so prepare yourselves." Arina nodded in agreement with him and then put her bow on her back as she had been holding it this entire time. Now one of the other players in front raised a hand to signal the attention of the mass. He was a spriggon. "The best way to combat this boss is to split up into groups of about five or six and switch off and attack in patterns. Mages try to vary yourselves around a bit as you will most likely be stationary." Next the other player in front, a female Undine, raised her hand. "Healers party up with each other to stick together and focus your healing abilities. Your skills will be boosted in groups." Then after a few seconds of silence the man in the middle raised his hand again and a smile was on his face. "Does everyone know what to do?" There was silence. "Like I said earlier," He started again, "This boss is fairly simple. We should have no problems with this one. Now, party up with your respective players and once everyone is ready we will take this boss down!" This time a loud cheer came out of the mass, what followed was quick movements all around and chattering that grew in volume. Arina had no one approach her and she stood in silence. She didn't know who to party up with! She didn't see any other archers, though there had to be some! She was a pure DPS character, she would need some balance in a group. Preferebly with a tank or two. They already had healers...the partying was just for attack groups. But still, she didn't know what to do. So she decided to walk around and see if anything would happen. Her long hair moving with her body as she walked. "Come on Arina, find a group." She muttered to herself as she continued to walk.</s> <\|message\|>Shishido Shiho With a quick slash of her sword, the undead enemy in front of her was no more. Shishirou had joined an expedition with some other guys, since it sounded like fun, though she had to join alone. She put her katana again in its sheath for the dramatic effect. If a kanji were to appear in the enemy she just slashed, it'd be the perfect badass scene, however it only disappeared into digital bits, and Shishirou sighed, before walking after the others in front of her. This was it. When Shiho, no, Shishirou, felt better, inside this game of ALO that let all of her worries slip away and makes her complex go away. She looked like a child, yes, but she was one damn happy child. She carried her katana around in her hand, and her violin in her back. It seemed odd, to see a little girl walking around wrapped in armor with a katana in her hand and with a violin strapped to her back. In fact, she changed one to the other constantly in battle, to apply buffs and whatnot with the music of her violin, and then approach and attack with her katana. Shishirou usually gathered with a group of friends in ALO, but today, they had decided to stay in that dreadful world they dare call the real life. "Blegh." She grunted. "Who needs a boyfriend anyway, when you can slay mobs." She said, in a mocking tone while she walked. Still, now that she was all left all alone without her usual group of misfits, she didn't have anyone to team up with. She was taken last time by a group who thought of her as a pet, but well, what could she say? Shishirou was a real veteran at these kinds of games, she even made more EXP than the other, and this time, they had left her out because of that. It mostly had something to do with the fact that they were colossal n00bs, but she didn't like to mock them. "Gah, they irritate me! Stupids! Who do they think they are! Grrrr!" Like a little beast, she started retorting around with irritation, until she finally gave up and sighed. "Fine, I'll just find someone else to team up with! Now, who'd be someone cool to partner up with? I don't really care 'bout balance, as long as they look cool. Uh, an Spriggan or a Cait Sith would be purrfect." She hoped to attract some interested guys with her pun, and she looked around for a reaction. Though, the only reaction she received was that of looks full of pity or that were yelling 'Who let a child into the group?' "Fine then. I hope the monster eats you aaaall up!" She said, with puffed cheeks before continuing with her search. It was going to be fruitless, so she decided to do something a bit more extreme. She found some guy, about the same height as her real self, and started climbing unto him without any warning whatsoever. "Just stay still for a moment, I'll be done right away." She said, while the guy grunted and complained. After finally arriving to his shoulders, she stood up on them. "Heeeey! Is anyone out there still looking for someone to party up with!? I'm pretty much free right now, so we can team up! Heeey! Hey!" She shouted, in an attempt to catch the attention of anyone who was still out there and without someone to party with, smiling all the while.</s>	<\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano Alex was kind of bored. The dungeon had brought a little fun, but kill one mob of undead in a room, killed them all in every room. It was very much a pattern finding game, and there was only so much they could spice it up with. The first boss had brought some flavour, but whatever flavour it brought still faded. Well, it's not like Alex had anything better to do. As the (rather large) party arrived at the final boss door, their leaders addressed them. "Well, here we are. The Final Boss door." One of them said. "Yay." Alex said cheerlessly. Alex didn't really listen as they talked. He was kind of getting bored of the taming game. He seriously doubted he would find a dragon in Alfheim, and he was pretty sure that if he did find one, it'd be a boss, but that didn't stop him from hoping. It was too bad, but his current familiars weren't that amazing. The thing was, it was really hard to get something like a unicorn, because they were too high level. The thing was, his 3 familiars would probably kick the ass of a same levelled dire bear, but they didn't look like that. A cat, a large turtle and a slightly-larger-than-normal crow. Yes, they would kick a bear's ass any day of the week, assuming it was the same level, but it didn't change the fact that a bear was a lot more impressive than a cat, unless the cat was a lion or something. Alex wasn't really listening to the leader's speech. Something about the boss's attack patterns or something. Alex was more concerned about his own problems. He decided that after the boss fight, he'd try to tame a really good bear. Sure, it might be better to get a lion or a tiger, but he already had Steven for the cat department, and Steven would get jealous. And besides, bears were cool in their own right. Maybe he'd get a polar bear for the coolness. Alex drifted out of his trance and found that they were splitting off to make groups, for some reason. Alex looked around to find that he didn't have anyone to go with. Yes, he was in a guild, but he was more of a ghost member, and the only reason the leader wanted him on this party was probably because he was tired of Alex's antics. Just as he was wondering what to do, Alex heard a voice cry out. "Heeeey! Is anyone out there still looking for someone to party up with!? I'm pretty much free right now, so we can team up! Heeey! Hey!" The voice yelled. Alex turned around and almost fell over in surprise. A blond haired girl was riding the shoulders of a seemingly unwilling person, trying to get some group mates. This was certainly new. Alex reluctantly raised his hand, trying to get her attention. "Yeah, over here. I don't have a group either." He said.</s>
<\|description\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano In game name: T1m Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Aleksey has messy black hair and is pale. He's fairly tall, being 5'10 and has black eyes. His in game appearance is the same, along with his armour, cat ears and tail, of course. Also has a cat which he tamed a while back that just sleeps on his head. He calls it Steven. Race: Cait Sith Weapon of Choice: Great sword Magic Spells: Tame Beast Tames beasts. Success depends on the user's level and the beast's level. Alex wants to tame a dragon one day. Cooldown: 30 seconds Summon animal companion Alex can use this spell to summon one of the beasts he has befriended with <<Tame Beast>>. Currently, his familiars are as follows: His cat Steven, Thomas the Tank Turtle and Alan the Annoying (a crow). All knicknamed by Alex. Cooldown: 60 seconds Personality: To sum it up in a few words, Alex doesn't find much fun in life. He lives and continues living, but he doesn't really find fun with it. He doesn't really have aspirations or anything either, and his life's alright. He has some measure of investment in Alfheim online, if only to see what happens in the end. He enjoys sprinting around and destroying people with his greatsword. Skills: Combat skills - Two handed straight sword - Parry - Leather equipment - First aid Other skills - Sprint - Hiding - Acrobatics - Familiar recovery - Familiar Communication</s> <\|message\|>Shishido Shiho Shishirou, now all buffed up, ran at the boss directly, her katana dragging around by the ground and sparks flying off the floor. She lifted it a bit. "I love the realism of this thing!" she continued running, with a smile wide in her face. She was a DPS kind of character, so sticking to Fuyuko would probably be the best course of action. She was already near it, and Shishirou grinned. "Stay just like that, Fuyuko-chan!" She ran over to where she was and used her as a stepping stone, before the boss was able to counter attack. "Die!" She shouted and slashed at the boss midair. She couldn't go over it, a bit too tall for someone her height, but she landed right next to it, which was both good and bad. For one, she could slash at it a couple of times, but on the other side... well, just looking at it squirm around was disgusting. "Well, I'll at least give him a good one before moving back." She took her sword over her shoulder to charge her sword skill, and when she felt it was ready, she spun around and then slashed upwards at the boss, her sword engulfed in fire and leaving a red trail behind it. "Hehe, how about that!" She was still near Fuyuko, relatively at least, so when she saw the boss about to bring it's cleaver down. "I'll be fine as long as I'm here, I think." She smiled and was about to charge up another attack. Until she was blown away by the force of the boss swinging its weapon. "Uwaah! If I hadn't buffed my defense, I'd be a little pretty flame now." Shishirou looked at her health bar. It was in the yellow zone. Luckily, the healers didn't discriminate those outside of their parties, or maybe there was a whole party of only healers? Oh, well. Her health bar slowly filled itself again, with the help of the healers. She turned around and nodded at them in way of thanks. She then turned around to the boss again, a bit more angry this time. "I'm gonna kill you a thousand times!" She took her katana with both of her hands and was about to dash into action yet again, but when she saw the cleaver flying about, well, she was sure it was something bad. "Take cover!" She said, running back to where Arina was. "Arina-chan! Help me!" She said, clinging to the girl's arm. When the shockwave went out of the boss, in search of them, she braced herself for it, clinging even tighter to Arina as if she were holding on for dear life. After that, she let go of Arina and took her katana in both of her hands, before looking again at her health bar. She still had the buffs from before. It was good, she didn't have to lose anytime in buffing everyone yet again. She smiled again. This was when things got real. The berserk of the very last moments when its health is down, the excitement of a boss struggling desperately to not be defeated... Yes, this was when things got really interesting. "Who the hell do you think we are!? You monster! We are gonna kick you back into whatever abyss you crawled out from!" She ran at it again, not before turning back to Arina. "Give it hell too, Arina-chan!"</s> <\|message\|>Takashi Klouda Kite stood there impressed that the tiny girl on his party was able to rush up to the monster. Not that size really mattered in Alfheim Online but it was rather comical to see a miniature doll taking on the a grotesque goliath. Soon after about every tank here decided it was time to take action and get in there. "Geez and I thought I waited a while to get up here." Kite said sarcastically as he saw everyone try to get in some action while he waited back and analyzed the battle. Before Kite could even take the time to execute a single attack he was sent flying back. It wasn't that he really wasn't paying attention as much as he had no passion to fight this monster. Sure it was the final fight of the dungeon and winning seemed helpless but coming here was not Kite's choice. The moment that the boss's weapon struck at Kite direction he arrogantly pulled his blade out of the way so that his low armored body would take the full hit. "Bye, bye, for now." the Spriggan said with a grin on his face. With that his body dissolved into a flame before it slowly disappeared.</s>	<\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano Alright, this is going well. Alex thought. The boss's health was dropping steadily, even in the early stages of the fight. In fact, it was kind of more tedious than anything, because the boss was focused on the tanks who were using their hate skills. Alex liked to think that whenever someone used a hate skill, they were insulting the monster's mother, and the monsters responded in rage. Alex stood practically in the same spot, jumping over the monster's cleaves as he struck it again and again. His individual blows wouldn't do much for a boss with multiple health bars, but he had nothing better to do anyway. Steven and Alan were doing just fine, and Thomas wasn't really doing anything at all. As for the boss itself, its move set was fairly straightforward and rather boring, and this was getting tedious. Before he noticed it, the tiny tank from his own party was next to him. "Fancy meeting you here." He said idly. The boss quickly reared back its arm for a powerful cleave. Alex prepared to dodge, but a sudden thought struck him. He started grinning crazily as he pictured what he needed to do, and how exactly to do it. As the arm swept around, targeting the tiny tank, Alex jumped forward and up, in the path of the boss's arm, sword outstretched. As the cleaver hit the front line, Alex's sword stabbed into the boss's arm, digging into the mass of corpses as Alex held on for dear life. Success! Alex thought wildly, the boss's arm still moving. The momentum from the swing almost threw Alex off balance, but he held on. The boss's attack animation stopped and Alex leaped into action, climbing on top of the arm and running up towards the boss's grotesque head, tearing a scar across its' arm with his great sword, still embedded in the boss's flesh. At his shoulder, Alex leaped, his sword cleanly cutting out of the corpses, and Alex landed on its head-cage. Alex began to rain blows onto the grotesque goliath's head. The rotting monster brought its gargantuan fist down on Alex, but he dodged at the last minute and landed gracefully on the ground as the boss punched itself in the face, denting its cage. Alex jumped back, his grin practically splitting his face. That was the first time he'd done something like that, and he'd loved every second of it. Alex drank a health potion to get his health back to full, and to give him time for his heart to settle. As he glanced back up, he found that a massive cleaver was flying straight towards his face. Alex rolled away immediately, coming up on his feet to see to see it smack into a wall. Alex turned and saw that the boss was charging dark magic. Wasting no time, he called out to his familiars. "Alan! Steven! Thomas!" He said. Thankfully, they understood. Steven bolted over to Alex's head and Alan flew overhead, Thomas in his claws. Alex stood up and jumped backwards, great sword poised to shield him from the force. The dark nova was released and Alex was pushed backwards a fair amount, breaking into a roll and coming to a stop several meters away from where he just was. The boss was now unarmed, and according to the panic ramblings of the leaders, it was too soon for it to do so. A quick check of its health bar showed that it was close to death, but they would need to rally to do some real damage… Basically, it wasn't Alex's problem. Alex looked behind him and saw the massive cleaver. A devilish smile penetrated his expression. Alex ran up to the cleaver stuck in the wall. He jumped up and grabbed the hilt, putting his weight into downing it. It budged as Alex jerked the hilt, until with a crash, it came free. Alex dragged it clear of the wall, marvelling at its weight. This thing is really heavy. He thought, hefting to his shoulder. But if he was right, this would be sooo worth it. Alex's grin widened. Running as fast as he could with something almost twice his size, he jumped at the boss and swung downwards, dealing quite the chunk of damage. Now that's damage. Alex thought, jumping out of reach with a grin that split his face. He was sure that he technically couldn't do this, and that the cleaver was technically a boss drop, but Alfheim wasn't just any MMO. Alfheim online was a virtual reality MMO, so he could do stuff like this. That said, doing stuff was one thing and getting away with it was another, but Alex wanted to do mess around as much as possible before the fun police got in his way.</s>
<\|description\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano In game name: T1m Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Aleksey has messy black hair and is pale. He's fairly tall, being 5'10 and has black eyes. His in game appearance is the same, along with his armour, cat ears and tail, of course. Also has a cat which he tamed a while back that just sleeps on his head. He calls it Steven. Race: Cait Sith Weapon of Choice: Great sword Magic Spells: Tame Beast Tames beasts. Success depends on the user's level and the beast's level. Alex wants to tame a dragon one day. Cooldown: 30 seconds Summon animal companion Alex can use this spell to summon one of the beasts he has befriended with <<Tame Beast>>. Currently, his familiars are as follows: His cat Steven, Thomas the Tank Turtle and Alan the Annoying (a crow). All knicknamed by Alex. Cooldown: 60 seconds Personality: To sum it up in a few words, Alex doesn't find much fun in life. He lives and continues living, but he doesn't really find fun with it. He doesn't really have aspirations or anything either, and his life's alright. He has some measure of investment in Alfheim online, if only to see what happens in the end. He enjoys sprinting around and destroying people with his greatsword. Skills: Combat skills - Two handed straight sword - Parry - Leather equipment - First aid Other skills - Sprint - Hiding - Acrobatics - Familiar recovery - Familiar Communication</s> <\|message\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi The boss monster flailed about wildly, roaring wildly in pained anguish as the thin sliver of red color from its last HP bar finally disappeared. As the monster struggled with futile efforts, Athena's heels dug into the ground as she forced her flaming sword deeper into the monster's flesh, sealing its fate as it exploded into countless shards of light. Athena was so intent on ending the monster's existence that she still hadn't moved an inch from her sword-thrusting pose, taking several moments for her mind to fully comprehend the monster's death. It's over... it's finally over. Athena thought to herself, not realizing she was breathing heavily until she fully regained her senses. How long had she and the other players been fighting the boss? Half an hour? Several hours? She had been so deeply immersed with the battle that she had lost all sense of the passage of time. Returning her sword to its scabbard, Athena looked around the room, it seemed so much larger than she remembered it to be, now that the boss monster that once occupied it had been eliminated, leaving behind the dungeon raid group. While most of the players were now busy manipulating game menus and checking the loot they had gained from the boss, the healers busied themselves by healing everyone who had suffered HP losses during the battle and reviving those who had fallen. Athena then noticed that a popup window had appeared to her side, notifying her of several character stat increases she had earned from the battle, as well as one single item in the Loot Items window. A single item? Athena's brows furrowed in disappointment. After that intense battle, only a single item was distributed to her? Shaking her head in reluctant acceptance at her reward, Athena moved to tap a finger on the Loot Items window, opening another window to reveal the item that had been awarded to her. The item description window revealed what appeared to be an elegantly-designed silver sword with intricately arranged curving designs along its length. According to the item description, the sword's name was Wraithslayer. Judging by the weapon's name, it was possible that this was a "unique" weapon. However, what was most unusual about the sword was that it appeared to have been forged from a single bar of metal, having no seams or joints along its perfectly-smooth surfaces. The numerical statistics of the weapon weren't overly impressive, although it was slightly better than the sword she already had, but one small detail on the item description window caught her eye. Item Effect: Invisible Weapon? Athena thought to herself in puzzlement as she read the text displayed on the window, at the bottom of the weapon's numerical statistics list. Curious, she tapped on the sword's image in the window, causing the ornate silvery sword to materialize in the air before her. Athena could not help but pause in admiration at the sword's utterly beautiful design. No swordsmith, whether it be in the real world or ALfheim Online, could ever have dreamed to create a weapon as beautiful as the one that was before her. Reaching out with her hand to grasp at the sword's grip, the sword by her side vanished and returned to her character's storage as the system registered her possession of a new weapon. As soon as her hand wrapped around the sword's grip, the sword's blade lightly shimmered, then a wave of distortion washed over the blade from hilt to blade tip, enveloping the weapon with a sheath of the Invisibility effect. Now, the only proof of the sword's existence was the undeniable weight she felt in her grasp. "What a strange effect for a weapon. How on earth can a sword like this be practical in combat?" Athena wondered out loud to herself as she began to slowly move the invisible weapon in her hands, getting a feel of the weapon's weight as she made careful sweeping motions with the sword's blade. The blade was surprisingly light compared to most swords, which made the balance feel rather strange. Without fully comprehending the dimensions and length of a sword's blade, such a weapon was highly impractical to use in actual sword combat. With only the feeling of the sword's weight, it would be highly difficult to achieve precision strikes with the weapon. However, such a weapon would prove highly difficult to defend against, something that could prove useful in the future. Deciding to keep the peculiar sword, Athena carefully sheathed the weapon into her scabbard. Sheathing a sword that she could not see was something she would have to get used to doing. As soon as her hand lifted up from the sword, the weapon's silvery grip and pommel reappeared. At least drawing out the sword wasn't going to be difficult. Athena then closed the opened inventory windows before her with broad sweep of her hand. In the distance, the raid group's lead tank and mage players were in a heated argument about the outcome of the boss battle. "Did you not see how many players died during that? We almost had to wipe! I don't know about you but I don't stand for wiping. Plus, that Boss was glitched or something!" "Do you hear yourself right now? Glitched? No way. Who cares! The players that died are back alive now, everything is good." "Maybe for you. But I'm contacting a GM and reporting what happened. I've fought this boss many times and 'that' has never happened..." "What are you two complaining for? As raid group leaders, you should be more concerned about your failure to lead properly and anticipate unexpected events in a battle situation. You may have fought this boss many times, but that is no excuse to become complacent and lazy as a raid leader. A competent leader should be prepared for whatever happens and accept their own failures." Athena interjected in annoyance and disapproval at the quarreling elite players, turning away from them as she finished speaking. As she turned, she could hear the two players mutter something back in response, but she ignored their words. They were irrelevant, she wasn't ever planning joining another raid group with those two players. "So. We did it. What did you guys think about this?" Asked Arina, one of the Cait Sith players in her party, who seemed somewhat pleased about the loot she had received from the boss battle. "That was one intense battle that could have gone either way, I can't say I've ever faced a boss quite like that. We're very fortunate that the battle turned in our favor today." Athena responded with a sigh of relief, the adrenaline rush from the fierce battle had not yet washed away. "That boss seemed to have a very unusual AI though. I've never encountered any monster that was able to suddenly shift aggro to supporting healers. It was almost as if it was able to break free of its usual programmed patterns and think for itself for a while. I'm sure it's just nothing though. Maybe the game designers added in a bit of behavior randomization to give players a challenge." Athena commented, deciding abruptly to finish her words by brushing off the strange AI behavior as nothing but a designer's bright idea after realizing how absurd her thoughts must have sounded.</s> <\|message\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi (Double post...)</s>	<\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano The boss's cry heralded its death, and the end of the boss fight. Many players cheered, but Alex was left feeling a little empty. He extracted the ridiculously sized cleaver from the rapidly disappearing flesh of the boss's now deceased form. And that was the problem, whatever he did in the game, it didn't amount to anything. Destruction ultimately amounted to a whole lot of mess, and while the mess might provide its own cathartic satisfaction, destruction didn't leave mess in Alfheim online. Therein lay the problem. A window popped up indicating the increase in his straight sword skill, leather armour, acrobatics, sprint and familiar communication skills. An increase he didn't care about. He flicked the window out of existence and it was immediately replaced by another screen, this time displaying the items he'd received. He'd received two weapons, the boss's cleaver and a… zombie arm. Yeah… The boss cleaver was quite good. Flesh render was its name. No special abilities, but better than his in every way. It can't really stab, though. Alex noted. Alex equipped it, and as expected, the giant cleaver in his hands shrunk until it was a little bigger than a normal great sword. However, a warning sign showed up. Damn, I don't have enough strength for it. Alex thought. He put it into his inventory and took a look at the zombie arm. It was called unarmed combat. "Ha ha." Alex said humourlessly. Of course they would add something like this. A zombie arm called unarmed combat. It was actually quite decent. It was a 1 handed weapon that was affected by your unarmed skill, increasing its damage by using both the unarmed and the one handed mace skills. It could turn into a powerful weapon, assuming it found the right user. So he should probably sell it or something. Alex took it out of his inventory and held it, swinging it around. It was lighter than he was used to, but it moved like a normal hand. Or at least, he thought it did. He wouldn't really know, he'd never seen a dead body before. He had some fun swinging it around, but put it back in his inventory. Unfortunately for him, the entertainment value of his new zombie arm slowly faded down, and he realised that he was kind of bored. And it would likely only get worse unless he found something he wanted to do. Alex opened up the system and began writing up a report to the game masters. He didn't really pay attention to the words, because in the end, he was practically nit-picking. That said, it deserved a report. Dear GMs. Today, we fought a boss – the one that was made up of corpses. I forgot its name. He wrote. Alex was easily bored. He didn't go to school anymore, but he didn't have any aspirations in life. He lives life to live, because that's a good thing, but he doesn't have much fun with it. At some point in time, the boss activated his dark magic, but several veteran players noted that it was earlier than usual. He continued. What made people happy in life? It was something he didn't really know. His life was good, his family was good. He had likes and dislikes, good relations. But he couldn't find something to keep him occupied. His attention shifted from thing to thing. Games, books, TV shows. Sometimes he'd stop reading a book halfway through because he knew exactly what would happen. And that was a problem. Then, at another point, the boss's AI changed. It was similar to sentience. It used a powerful knockback attack followed with a slam to kill several players at once. Then it began targeting the healers. Maybe instead of spending time in VRMMO's, he should do something productive. Like go to university, or get a job. Become a space pirate. Anything. Anything to relieve the boredom. And preferably something that'll be seen by his children, and his grandchildren. All of his descendants. Something that would be a testament to his great mediocrity for all to see. Assuming he had children, grandchildren or descendants at all. It was kind of alright in the end, but you should probably look into it. He finished. He thought for a second. Also, I don't know if it was intentional, but I picked up its cleaver and started dealing huge damage. He added. He thought for another second and erased it. That was something interesting, short-lived as it was, and he didn't want them to patch it out. At any rate, there was nothing Alex could keep doing forever. He would get bored of it really fast, and he never felt any measure of investment in something, once he'd squeezed out every last drop of fun he could get. He wanted something to keep him interested. Something refreshing, or exciting. Maybe he could learn some magic, or he could give original skills a go. The message went something like this: Alex hit the send button and stretched a little. It wasn't a big thing for him, the glitch. That said, it might be big for someone else, and that wasn't exactly a great thing. As he stopped concentrating, some conversation filtered into his attention. "You know, you can't exactly consider yourself a decent player if you're going to complain about every hit point you take. Oh yeah, and if I were administration I would probably make every boss continuously harder if too many people are able to CK it." His freshly revived spriggan party member (Kite) said. "They wouldn't make money like that, you know." Alex said idly, yawning after he said it. He noticed that the group leaders were arguing, likely about the glitch that happened. But before he could throw in his two cents, another of his party members spoke up. "What are you two complaining for? As raid group leaders, you should be more concerned about your failure to lead properly and anticipate unexpected events in a battle situation. You may have fought this boss many times, but that is no excuse to become complacent and lazy as a raid leader. A competent leader should be prepared for whatever happens and accept their own failures." Their salamander shield-bearing swordswoman said (Athena). "Now, now." Alex said. "You should remember that this is a game. Fighting the boss multiple times is a great excuse to become complacent and lazy, because games run on patterns. And besides, a game is supposed to be fair, especially an MMO. They wouldn't have something like that without telegraphing it first." Thankfully, their cat archer spoke up. "So," She (Arina) said. "We did it. What did you guys think about this?" Alex thought for a bit. It was kind of easy at the start, but then he did the jump-onto-its-head-and-stab-it-repeatedly thing, which was great. Then the boss threw his cleaver, which missed Alex by barely anything, which he also later picked up. That was also great. But as he mentioned before, the glitch was a real mood killer, and that was all he could think about for the last part of the fight, which was about as mediocre as the start. This all boiled down to one statement which he tended to use an awful lot. Alex shrugged and gave his answer. "It was alright, I guess." He replied.</s>
<\|description\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi In game name: Athena Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Race: Salamander Weapon of Choice: Longsword and Shield Item Effect: Invisible Weapon - Weapon is cloaked with invisibility effect when held. Magic Spells: Flame Weapon - A temporary self-cast buff that adds fire elemental damage to the user's weapon, creating a flaming visual effect on the weapon's blade. Words of Power: "Ek hemta brenna aldrnari seiðr, hata allr órr andskoti" ("I summon the burning fire enchantment, to destroy all our enemies") Berserk - A temporary self-cast buff that greatly increases the user's weapon damage and speed while also greatly increasing all damage taken. Healing potions have no effect while Berserk is active. While Berserk is active, a red flame aura visual effect appears around the user. Words of Power: "Ek heimta kraptr berserkr drengr" ("I summon the strength of the berserk warrior") Nova - A powerful spell that knocks back and inflicts heavy fire damage within a moderate radius around the user. Extremely high mana cost and spell chanting time. Words of Power: "Ek bjóða brenna móðr uphiminn eða fold undir vega hvatvetna at bella standa inn minn syn. Hníga hverr helgrind eða frjáls hiti brenna jafnan" ("I call upon the burning wrath of the heavens above and the world below to smite everything that dares to stand in my sight. Open every gate of hell and let free the flame that burns for all eternity.") Personality: In the real world, Natsuki's quiet and reserved appearance makes it difficult to determine whether she has an actual personality. She rarely speaks unless directly spoken to, and even then, she tends to answer with a short sentence at most. In the world of ALfheim Online, Natsuki is much more bold and fearless, although she still has a tendency to choose her words carefully. Natsuki takes the game quite seriously, at times becoming so immersed with the game that she finds it difficult to distinguish between the virtual world of ALO and the real world. Amusingly, her serious attitude towards the game sometimes causes other players to suspect that she is an NPC. Skills: Sprint Parry Battle Healing Heavy Metal Armor Forging Heavy Metal Equipment</s> <\|message\|>Takashi Klouda Kite stood there impressed that the tiny girl on his party was able to rush up to the monster. Not that size really mattered in Alfheim Online but it was rather comical to see a miniature doll taking on the a grotesque goliath. Soon after about every tank here decided it was time to take action and get in there. "Geez and I thought I waited a while to get up here." Kite said sarcastically as he saw everyone try to get in some action while he waited back and analyzed the battle. Before Kite could even take the time to execute a single attack he was sent flying back. It wasn't that he really wasn't paying attention as much as he had no passion to fight this monster. Sure it was the final fight of the dungeon and winning seemed helpless but coming here was not Kite's choice. The moment that the boss's weapon struck at Kite direction he arrogantly pulled his blade out of the way so that his low armored body would take the full hit. "Bye, bye, for now." the Spriggan said with a grin on his face. With that his body dissolved into a flame before it slowly disappeared.</s> <\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano Alright, this is going well. Alex thought. The boss's health was dropping steadily, even in the early stages of the fight. In fact, it was kind of more tedious than anything, because the boss was focused on the tanks who were using their hate skills. Alex liked to think that whenever someone used a hate skill, they were insulting the monster's mother, and the monsters responded in rage. Alex stood practically in the same spot, jumping over the monster's cleaves as he struck it again and again. His individual blows wouldn't do much for a boss with multiple health bars, but he had nothing better to do anyway. Steven and Alan were doing just fine, and Thomas wasn't really doing anything at all. As for the boss itself, its move set was fairly straightforward and rather boring, and this was getting tedious. Before he noticed it, the tiny tank from his own party was next to him. "Fancy meeting you here." He said idly. The boss quickly reared back its arm for a powerful cleave. Alex prepared to dodge, but a sudden thought struck him. He started grinning crazily as he pictured what he needed to do, and how exactly to do it. As the arm swept around, targeting the tiny tank, Alex jumped forward and up, in the path of the boss's arm, sword outstretched. As the cleaver hit the front line, Alex's sword stabbed into the boss's arm, digging into the mass of corpses as Alex held on for dear life. Success! Alex thought wildly, the boss's arm still moving. The momentum from the swing almost threw Alex off balance, but he held on. The boss's attack animation stopped and Alex leaped into action, climbing on top of the arm and running up towards the boss's grotesque head, tearing a scar across its' arm with his great sword, still embedded in the boss's flesh. At his shoulder, Alex leaped, his sword cleanly cutting out of the corpses, and Alex landed on its head-cage. Alex began to rain blows onto the grotesque goliath's head. The rotting monster brought its gargantuan fist down on Alex, but he dodged at the last minute and landed gracefully on the ground as the boss punched itself in the face, denting its cage. Alex jumped back, his grin practically splitting his face. That was the first time he'd done something like that, and he'd loved every second of it. Alex drank a health potion to get his health back to full, and to give him time for his heart to settle. As he glanced back up, he found that a massive cleaver was flying straight towards his face. Alex rolled away immediately, coming up on his feet to see to see it smack into a wall. Alex turned and saw that the boss was charging dark magic. Wasting no time, he called out to his familiars. "Alan! Steven! Thomas!" He said. Thankfully, they understood. Steven bolted over to Alex's head and Alan flew overhead, Thomas in his claws. Alex stood up and jumped backwards, great sword poised to shield him from the force. The dark nova was released and Alex was pushed backwards a fair amount, breaking into a roll and coming to a stop several meters away from where he just was. The boss was now unarmed, and according to the panic ramblings of the leaders, it was too soon for it to do so. A quick check of its health bar showed that it was close to death, but they would need to rally to do some real damage… Basically, it wasn't Alex's problem. Alex looked behind him and saw the massive cleaver. A devilish smile penetrated his expression. Alex ran up to the cleaver stuck in the wall. He jumped up and grabbed the hilt, putting his weight into downing it. It budged as Alex jerked the hilt, until with a crash, it came free. Alex dragged it clear of the wall, marvelling at its weight. This thing is really heavy. He thought, hefting to his shoulder. But if he was right, this would be sooo worth it. Alex's grin widened. Running as fast as he could with something almost twice his size, he jumped at the boss and swung downwards, dealing quite the chunk of damage. Now that's damage. Alex thought, jumping out of reach with a grin that split his face. He was sure that he technically couldn't do this, and that the cleaver was technically a boss drop, but Alfheim wasn't just any MMO. Alfheim online was a virtual reality MMO, so he could do stuff like this. That said, doing stuff was one thing and getting away with it was another, but Alex wanted to do mess around as much as possible before the fun police got in his way.</s>	<\|message\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi Empowered by the effects of the Berserk spell, Athena continued her unrelenting assault on the grotesque boss monster with reckless abandon, cutting through the monster's exposed flesh with series of fluidly-connected sweeping slashes, moving herself only by the minimum required distance to avoid the most obvious attack patterns of the enemy. Even though Berserk had no actual effect on the user's mind or thought processes and its enhancements were limited to the character's attack damage and movement speed statics, it was surprisingly successful in encouraging true "Berserker-like" behavior in its users purely by the nature of its design. The effects of Berserk were far more severe than the proverbial "double-edged sword", it would be more accurately described by the term "double-ended spear", that impaled both user and enemy. With the severe penalty to damage received set upon the user by the system in combination with the great increase in offensive power, the user is effectively forced to pour everything they have into pure offensive with absolutely regard for defense, in the hopes of defeating the enemy before they were defeated themselves. Several of the tanks and other close-range fighters from the other parties around Athena staggered back in panic at the giant monster's deep bellowing moans, but she pressed ahead with her attacks. "If you hesitate now, you will die and your party members will fall as well, that is for certain! You can rest when this beast has been slain, not a moment sooner!" Athena shouted to the other parties in encouragement. Her words seemed to have some effect as the other parties' tanks forced themselves to regain their composure. However, one of the tank players was suddenly caught by the massive monstrosity's sweeping cleaver attack, instantly wiping out his HP and leaving a Remain Light where he stood a moment earlier. That player... it could have been me in his place. I won't let that happen, I absolutely cannot let that happen! Athena shouted to herself in her mind. Drawing back her sword in preparation for her next attack, Athena suddenly thrust the blade of her sword forward, directly into the massive pile of bodies that was the monster before her. The blade pierced through the exposed flesh with a sickening slopping noise, embedding itself deeper and deeper into the massive monster until it reached the crossguard of her sword. In response to the sudden attack, the monster let loose a deep monstrous roar that shook the entire dungeon. Seeing the body mass of the monster suddenly shift upward, Athena lifted her head up to see the monster raising its cleaver above its head in preparation for a counterattack. The bladed edge of the cleaver was positioned directly above, but with her longsword still embedded within the monster's rotting flesh, immediate evasion was impossible. Just as the cleaver's blade was about to come slicing down upon her head, a bright-green light shot through the air, penetrating into the monster's outstretched arm, causing it to cease moving mid-swing. As the arrow exploded into shards of light, Athena stood still for an instant, not believing what had just happened. Tracing the arrow's path back to its source, Athena's eyes connected with the Cait Sith archer in her party, Arina. With the boss monster momentarily stunned by the arrow's impact, Athena knew that she had just been given a second chance to survive. With the boss temporarily unable to defend itself or counterattack, she knew she had only precious seconds to use until she would be under attack again. As the effects of the Berserk spell finally began to fade, she forced the blade of her sword out of the monster's hideous "flesh". Athena took in a deep breath as she prepared to start the incantation that she hoped would bring this boss encounter to its conclusion. A glowing circle of burning fire painted itself on the stone ground underneath her feet as she began the incantation. "Ek bjóða brenna móðr uphiminn eða fold undir vega hvatvetna at bella standa inn minn syn." Athena spoke in carefully measured tones as she recited the first half of the powerful Nova area-of-effect spell, each Word of Power recited with flawless precision, causing the growing ring of fire to roar with increasing intensity, even as the boss began to recover from its stunned state and began attacking again. In the continuing chaos of the battle around her, Athena barely heard one of the tank leaders shouting about the boss monster's sudden change in attack pattern. Deep in concentration to maintain her spell-casting, she was left oblivious to the events that unfolded around her. She only felt the sickening thud that shook the ground underneath her feet as the monster's cleaver dug itself into the far dungeon wall. "Hníga hverr helgrind eða frjáls hiti..." Athena continued, pausing only when she was suddenly aware of the boss monster's spell-casting stance as it was about to unleash its massive dark magic area spell. Before the monster could unleash the surge of dark energy, Athena instantly threw herself to the ground, leaving her just enough time to lift her shield to protect herself from the full force of the blast. From the corner of her vision, she watched her HP bar drop by about 20% as her character was damaged by the partial damage that her shield could not fully block. With her Nova spell interrupted mid-cast, the Spellword Fumble Effect sent out a second explosion where she stood moments earlier, sending out an expanding plume of black smoke. As soon as Athena came back to her senses, she leapt up to her feet with her shield already in position to defend herself. Her HP had suffered moderately as a result of the boss monster's magic area attack, but it was still enough offer her a chance of survival. However, due to her failed attempt at casting her most powerful magic spell, her Mana was now dangerously low, leaving her just enough for one more use of her lower-level spells.</s>
<\|description\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi In game name: Athena Age: 20 Gender: Female Appearance: Race: Salamander Weapon of Choice: Longsword and Shield Item Effect: Invisible Weapon - Weapon is cloaked with invisibility effect when held. Magic Spells: Flame Weapon - A temporary self-cast buff that adds fire elemental damage to the user's weapon, creating a flaming visual effect on the weapon's blade. Words of Power: "Ek hemta brenna aldrnari seiðr, hata allr órr andskoti" ("I summon the burning fire enchantment, to destroy all our enemies") Berserk - A temporary self-cast buff that greatly increases the user's weapon damage and speed while also greatly increasing all damage taken. Healing potions have no effect while Berserk is active. While Berserk is active, a red flame aura visual effect appears around the user. Words of Power: "Ek heimta kraptr berserkr drengr" ("I summon the strength of the berserk warrior") Nova - A powerful spell that knocks back and inflicts heavy fire damage within a moderate radius around the user. Extremely high mana cost and spell chanting time. Words of Power: "Ek bjóða brenna móðr uphiminn eða fold undir vega hvatvetna at bella standa inn minn syn. Hníga hverr helgrind eða frjáls hiti brenna jafnan" ("I call upon the burning wrath of the heavens above and the world below to smite everything that dares to stand in my sight. Open every gate of hell and let free the flame that burns for all eternity.") Personality: In the real world, Natsuki's quiet and reserved appearance makes it difficult to determine whether she has an actual personality. She rarely speaks unless directly spoken to, and even then, she tends to answer with a short sentence at most. In the world of ALfheim Online, Natsuki is much more bold and fearless, although she still has a tendency to choose her words carefully. Natsuki takes the game quite seriously, at times becoming so immersed with the game that she finds it difficult to distinguish between the virtual world of ALO and the real world. Amusingly, her serious attitude towards the game sometimes causes other players to suspect that she is an NPC. Skills: Sprint Parry Battle Healing Heavy Metal Armor Forging Heavy Metal Equipment</s> <\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano Alex was having quite a bit of fun. The huge butcher knife that the boss had used for a weapon was in his hands… For as long as the moderators didn't find out about it. Alex probably wouldn't be able to get out of the dungeon with it, but he could have a lot of fun with it for now. Hacking at the boss with it was very slow, but he did several people's worth of damage with it in one shot, which would normally switch the boss's aggro to him, but he backed up every shot so that he was safe. But Alex soon realised it wasn't exactly thrilling to be safe, and it was getting boring. The novelty of picking up the boss's weapon was wearing off fast. Eh, whatever.Alex said. May as well throw self-preservation out of the window to make it more interesting… Alex was about to charge the monstrous mass of corpses with the intention to deal as much damage as possible, but suddenly, the boss's behaviour changed. The boss roared, knocking players back. Alex wisely stayed away, but the boss moved to a downed tank and slammed his fist down, killing the player. Alex watched as it killed several other players, stunned. It was showing completely different behaviour than before. The boss glanced at the healers in the back, and Alex sprang into action. It was obvious what the boss would do. He started hacking at it as hard as he could, trying to get its attention, but to no avail. The boss began to charge dark magic in one of its hands. It was ignoring the tanks and the DPS players. "Shit!" Alex cursed. Alex began whacking the boss unceremoniously, desperately trying to switch his attention, but to no avail. The boss continued targeting the healers, uncharacteristic of this particular boss. A dark portal opened close to Alex, in front of the boss's fist. Alex glanced around, trying to find where it led, and saw another portal in front of the healers. Alex yanked the huge cleaver free of the boss's unfeeling flesh. He had to do something. As the boss's fist flew into the portal, Alex met its arm with the cleaver, skewing its trajectory slightly, but without enough force to cut it off. Alex was dragged forward with the force, but stopped just shy of the portal, cleaver embedded in the boss's arm. For all of Alex's effort, several people died and 3 healers were taken out of action with a strange debuff. Alex cursed again, dashing away as the boss roared. But Alex heard an odd glitch in his call, as if some part of it was removed. A glitch? Alex thought. No glitch could do this… The boss roared again, and this time, it was normal. Nevertheless, Alex stayed back cautiously. The boss was on very low health, but if they underestimated it, more people would die… Instead of reengaging, Alex dashed towards the downed healers, opening his inventory screen as he went along. He had a random assortment of collected potions, some rare, and there should be at least one of what he needed. Fortunately, Alex had 2 purification potions, and he quickly took one, slinging the butcher knife over his shoulder with one hand and grabbing the potion with the other. He'd gotten some from an event and had just left it in his inventory, putting it down as yet another item he would never use. As he neared the downed healers, he dropped the cleaver and grabbed the head of the nearest one, forcing the drink down their throats. They were quite rare, but Alex wouldn't miss them. He didn't need it right now. The liquid drained from the bottle, to Alex's relief, and the darkness faded from the healer's eyes. He let go and the healer spluttered, offering his thanks. Alex didn't hear him as he had moved on to the next healer, forcing him to down the potion in a similar fashion. It was unfortunate that he only had 2, but he had to leave the last to the mercy of the other mages. Alex picked up the cleaver again and ran off to face the boss, stopping just out of range, lowering his cleaver in a ready position, ready to react to the unexpected. The boss had gone back to his previous move set and AI, but Alex watched on. The boss was focusing on the aggroing tanks again, but what was that earlier? It was strange. It wasn't like the boss AI had glitched, it was more like it had been replaced. In fact, it was something Alex would do himself, if he was in the boss's position. A game breaking bug? The AI seemed fully developed, as if it was for a different boss altogether. But that dark portal attack… He hadn't fought the boss before, but he wasn't sure that the attack which took out their healers was one that the boss had. It was clearly for targeted attacks, which was uncharacteristic of a boss who was slow and stupid. It just didn't add up. If Alex put the pieces together, he could almost see a malevolent hand behind it. Of course, that would be ridiculous. But Alex couldn't help thinking. Alex raised hoisted the cleaver over his shoulder and charged at the boss once again. It didn't matter right now, it looked like the 'glitch' had passed. All he could do about it now was beat the boss and make a report about it later. Alex hacked at the boss's torso, taking another chunk out of its quickly dwindling health, but with less gusto than he had before. Somehow, he was having a lot less fun than he thought he would at this stage. The mounting excitement from nearly defeating the boss, who would get the last hit, what they would get when they defeat it. Alex felt all those feelings, but they were overshadowed by a seemingly ungrounded sense of impending doom. It was like he knew something big would happen soon, and try as he might, Alex couldn't get it out of his head.</s> <\|message\|>Aleksey (Alex) Asano -ignore this-</s>	<\|message\|>Natsuki Kawaguchi As the other players began recovering from the monster's sudden magic blast, what Athena saw next was so utterly unusual and peculiar that it made her stop in place. One of the Cait Sith players from her party had started attacking the boss monster's own cleaver weapon, which it had thrown away earlier. This was something that one could never expect to see outside the world of ALfheim Online - a fighter wielding a weapon that completely dwarfed their own size. Judging by the amount of HP that the player was doing entirely by themselves, what the maddeningly odd strategy lacked in elegance, it made up in brute force. As Athena shifted the weight of her sword in preparation to resume her assault on the boss monster, she noticed that it seemed no longer interested in the tanks and DPS players converging upon it. Instead, its gaze seemed fixed upon the healers standing behind them. Why would the monster's AI suddenly shift its attention towards non-combatants? With a sense of urgency, Athena looked to the unsuspecting healers who were in imminent danger of being attacked. "The boss's aggro is shifting towards the healers! Defend them at all costs, without them, we've already lost the battle!" Athena urgently called out to the players around her as she broke into a sudden dash to position herself between the boss and the healers, knowing she had only seconds to act before the tides of the battle suddenly shifted against them. If the healers were forced to defend themselves, they would be no longer able to support the tanks with their healing magic, and without the tanks, the battle was lost. Having reached the running speed required to activate her Sprint skill, Athena surged forward with incredible velocity, already drawing back her sword arm to intercept the boss's incoming attack. However, her sights were so focused on the healers she was trying to protect that she was caught unaware by the boss's sudden sweeping arm attack. With a sickening impact sensation, the massive arm struck her with such force that her vision had melted into a complete blur as she was thrown along with other players who were also caught by the attack. In the real world, being struck with such a force would have meant certain and instant death. As her character's body roughly landed and tumbled upon the stone floor, the HP meter in Athena's upper left corner of vision shot down with alarming speed into the yellow zone, only slowing to a stop as it dipped just past the 40% HP level. For what seemed to be an eternity, Athena lay on the floor, her mind left completely stunned by the unexpected brute-force attack. It was the boss's second attack that sent shuddering shockwaves through the ground that shook Athena out of her stunned state, forcefully reminding her that her character had not yet been killed, although the three Remain Lights that stood floating by her sides warned her that she had narrowly missed an untimely end. By the time she had recovered enough to force herself up to her feet, Athena realized that she was already far too late to prevent the boss's attack on the healers. Despite an unrelenting assault by the tanks and DPS players, the boss monster completely ignored their attacks and was already beginning its attacks on the healers through some kind of dark magic portal. Two of the healers were immediately killed by the monster's initial attack. No... no... no, I'm too late! Athena cried out in horror in her thoughts as she could only stand in shock at the horrific sight, the sword in her hand almost falling out of her grasp as she realized just how imminent their defeat was. She had completely failed in defending the healers, and because of her lack of battle awareness, she had just cost the lives of two healers. The three surviving healers were now disabled from a blindness status ailment. With only three or four surviving healers to support the tanks, the battle had no longer become a battle between two opposing sides - it had now become a slaughter waiting to happen. Glancing once again at the yellow HP bar fixed at 40% in her field of vision, Athena knew that her character was only one or two hits away from certain death, even with her shield to protect her. With no HP potions at her disposal and the surviving healers completely focused on maintaining the tanks' HP levels, she only had one choice left - to defeat the monster at whatever the cost, whatever the outcome. She wasn't going to stand idly by while the monster continued picking off the players one-by-one. Extending her index and middle finger together, Athena called up her character's Inventory menu, swiping through the Equipment interface with hurried speed. A finger tapped on the Rose Shield in her character's shield item slot, then swiped it to the Inventory menu, causing the shield on her left arm to vanish into fragments of light, melting away into nothingness. With her HP at such a low level, a shield wasn't going to protect her any further and she no longer had a use for it. Hastily withdrawing the last Mana Potion she had stored in her potion pouch, Athena gulped down the last of the blue liquid contained within the bottle, restoring her Mana levels to maximum. "It's now or never. We have to end this with one final push, don't let launch another strike. Do it now, attack!" Athena shouted out to everyone within hearing distance of her position, already breaking into a dash directly towards the boss monster, which had not yet focused its attention on her. As she began closing the distance, Athena took in a deep breath, her mind already recalling the incantations that she was about to cast. "Ek heimta kraptr berserkr drengr.." Athena spoke, her voice unusually smooth and calm despite the maddening urgent thoughts rushing through her mind. With those words, the burning flame aura of the Berserk spell returned to envelope her character's body, further empowering her speed as her legs propelled her towards the boss. Immediately after finishing her incantation, Athena prepared to call on her second incantation, drawing her sword arm back in preparation for a powerful thrusting attack, her focused eyes already marking her target. "Ek hemta brenna aldrnari seiðr, hata allr órr andskoti!" With the Words of Power to the Flame Weapon spell spoken, a new aura grew and extended down the length of her longsword, completely enveloping the metal blade with a brightly-glowing magical flame, forcefully blown back by the sheer speed at which she bolted towards the boss. "This... ends... now!" Athena shouted with all the might in her voice, as she lifted up the sword with both hands, combining the speed and momentum of her body with the thrusting action of her sword into one singular attack on the boss, sending the flaming blade of her sword deep into the monster's body, skewering all of the corpses that it passed through. Upon contact with the blade's magical burning flame, the surrounding corpses of immediately burst into a conflagration that spread like wildfire through the rest of its body. In response to the sudden impalement, the boss monster roared out in pain and anguish, sending it into a wild frenzy that shook the entire room with a force resembling a devastating earthquake.</s>
<\|description\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Age: 20 Gender: Female Personality: Veronica is generous and kind, almost to a fault. She tends to want to give people what they need and ask nothing in return, which often leaves her broke, and then winds up needing money bad, but somehow it always works out for her. Background: Veronica is majoring in Business, and actually owns her own store, a small cafe called "The Fresh Pot". The cafe is relatively successful, but Veronica usually winds up giving most of her profits to charity. On the most recent occasion, she didn't leave herself enough money to pay her rent, which is why she took the professor's offer. Chosen Pill Color: White Likes: Coffee, Making People Smile, Cooking, Snow Dislikes: Jerks, Hot Weather, Tragedy</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends -The Fresh Pot, 5:45 PM- "Thank you, come again!" Veronica said happily as the customer left. She glanced around her shop, keeping an eye on everything. It was a modest place, room enough for a few tables and a comfortable sitting area with a circle of couches, but not much else. The main room was brightly lit though, and decorated with warm colors. She stood behind the small glass top counter in front of the door to the back room, which held the kitchen and storage area, and it was a little cramped. She glanced at the clock, noticing that it was just fifteen minutes to closing. She walked out from the counter to start cleaning up. "I'm sorry," She said to a woman she assumed went to the same college as her, "I'm closing soon, so I'm going to have to ask you to start wrapping up." As the girl nodded, Vee pulled a cleaning rag from the pocket of her apron and started wiping down the other table, humming softly as she worked. Nothing relaxed her more than taking care of her shop, and it was especially important because her friends were on their way. She walked over to the sitting area to make sure there wasn't any garbage there, then dragged a low, circular table into the middle of the couches so they would have somewhere to put their drinks and plates. "Hmmm..." she hummed absently, looking at the table. Suddenly struck by inspiration, she turned and grabbed a flower pot off one of the wall shelves and put it in the middle, rotating it slightly so the flower was facing the window. "Perfect."</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope made her way to the Fresh Pot, her phone in hand. She was rereading the Professor's email, hoping she had it right and wasn't coming too late or early. She'd just let her room at the Lab, the Professor nowhere to be seen. She'd even left her TV on. She didn't really mean to but it just... sort of happened. And by the time she remember, it was too late to go back. She was far too lazy for that. She put her phone back in her hoodie pocket and pulled out a cig and lit it, puffing as she walked down the street toward the cafe. She spotted Vee cleaning up the place, the closed sign already up. Chuckling to herself, she threw her cigarette into the nearby ash-tray trashcan and walked up to the door. Instead of knocking, Penelope pushed her face up to the glass and let out a heavy breath, a goofy grin on her face. Pulling up a hand, she slapped it against the glass and pulled it down, making an aweful screeching noise.</s>	<\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Vee stopped looking at the flower and stared at Penelope rubbing her window. Sighing, she thought about waiting until the girl decided to try actually opening the door, but decided she would probably just keep hitting the glass instead, so walked over and pushed it open. "The door's still unlocked you know." She said in mock frustration, "I can't actually lock it from the inside and still leave, it's the only way out." She stepped aside and let the older girl in. "If anyone else forgets how to open doors, would you be so kind as to let them in?" She asked, making her way back behind the counter and entering the back room.</s>
<\|description\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Age: 20 Gender: Female Personality: Veronica is generous and kind, almost to a fault. She tends to want to give people what they need and ask nothing in return, which often leaves her broke, and then winds up needing money bad, but somehow it always works out for her. Background: Veronica is majoring in Business, and actually owns her own store, a small cafe called "The Fresh Pot". The cafe is relatively successful, but Veronica usually winds up giving most of her profits to charity. On the most recent occasion, she didn't leave herself enough money to pay her rent, which is why she took the professor's offer. Chosen Pill Color: White Likes: Coffee, Making People Smile, Cooking, Snow Dislikes: Jerks, Hot Weather, Tragedy</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "If you boys are going to play with dangerous things, do it outside." Vee admonished, coming back into the room with more pie and coffee for the late arrivals. Sighing, she pulled the apron from around her neck and tossed it lazily back onto the counter, collapsing onto on of the free couches. She had forgotten to pour herself a cup of coffee, and she didn't feel like getting back up for one, so she settled for complaining. "I'm tired. I'm sure the professor will be here though, guys, we just have to be patient." She rolled to the side and just before she was laying completely down she shifted to her favorite form: a sleek black jaguar. A deep purr rumbled from her throat as she laid across the couch, her head resting on the arm. She continued purring until her far more sensitive animal nose picked up what her human nose had missed under the smells of coffee and sweets, and her purr turned into a a growl as she buried her nose in the cushion.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "Him? A date?" Penelope asked Orion, letting out an short chuckled. "That would be the day." She continued, shaking her head. "But seriously, I feel like I barely know the dude. I wish he'd talk to us a bit more..." She added. Penelope turned to look at Emily, hearing her offer. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nah, I think he'd just be annoyed by it. Better just to wait. I was just curious." She chuckled as she heard Ferghus call out to Orion and then Vee's addition. She lifted her arm, letting her hand snake through the obstacles between her and Vee and gave the black cat a few light pats. "Good kitty." She teased, laughing. "Anyone taking Richer this semester?" Penelope asked absentmindedly while petting Vee. "He was being super annoying in class today. Kept yelling about random stuff, as if we weren't listening. I mean, the dude's a lunatic." She complained, pulling her hand back.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion rather liked the thought of the mini-game, but he didn't let the orange-haired Irishman know that. Sitting back in his chair and mentally going over the things that have been said; mostly about the professor, the black-haired young man nodded and shrugged, all at the same time. Because he could do that. "I have a bunch of no-name teachers. It should be smooth sailing from here." His voice was as calm as ever, even as he ignored Vee's warnings and took out around twenty marbles. Rolling them onto the table, Orion tilted his head slightly, narrowing his crystal blue eyes. His voice was rather distracted as he talked. "Just slap him with an elongated boob. That'll show him." He flicked his finger, and smirked as five of the marbles suddenly blasted towards Felyse, only a little slower than a bullet. Orion leaned back and rose one finger, and five more marbles circulated the digit. With only a push of the mind, one more blasted forward, a bit faster than the other five. He trusted the other man's agility and reflexes, however. If he got hit? Well...that was on him. It's what he would've deserved for interrupting Orion's sleeping time...every....fucking...night at the lab. Orion's face broke out into a rather large, evil grin that only happened when he was thinking evil thoughts.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Orion's marbles were now quickly barreling toward Felyse, dirty trick. In Ferghus's eyes time had slowed, but these were certainly still fast moving projectiles, this was a test, one with consequences. He couldn't let a single one of these telekineticly powered marbles bean the much flimsier Felyse. With a hop off of the comfy cushion Ferghus sprung into action. Placing himself in between the unsuspecting target and his antagonizer. The Irishman, with the aid of his enhanced agility and reflexes, extended his hands in the direction of the incoming projectiles near the speed of a bullet train. Feeling the hefty impact that such small balls of glass can achieve is astonishing. Within a moment five of these orbs were in between the fingers extending from Ferghus's left hand. "Come on Striphe, I could do that one with my eyes closed!" He preemptively turns to walk away when he barely notices Orion's face light up with mischief. Another orb, this one faster than the rest. Such little time, with as much precision as he could Ferghus aligned himself in a way, a shield of sorts for Felyse. The marble flung at high speed glanced across the Irishman's angled shoulder. The impact didn't sound too pretty, a loud smack silenced the cafe for a split moment. Followed by the mocking sound of a marble rolling across wooden boards, and who could forget Orion's half-chuckle. "Ballsch! That'll leave a mark!" Ferghus exclaimed, breaking the silence, and dropped to his knees and clutched the scene of the impact. He faced Orion from the cafe floor and grinned, "Looks like I win. Sure yeh banjaxed me arm, but I guess I caught 'em all." Ferghus let out a forced laugh, fraught with obvious pain. Grabbing the last marble, still rolling about, he rose and returned them to his sadistic partner. Finally he sat down again in the comfy couch beside Nick hoping that no one was staring at him. "Sorry there Vee, Striphe's a pisser yeh know?" He flashed a warm smile and returned to sulking in his pain. "Oh" He spoke in a hushed tone, "Have an icepack?" still staring at the somewhat frustrated kitty cat.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Half a moment passed between the marbles being fired and a vicious feline roar ringing out across the room. In an instant, a black blur launched itself from the couch, pushing it backwards a foot, and before it impacted Orion shifted into a large brown hawk. The effect of the transformation was ruined, however, when Vee realized she didn't know how to fly, and instead of landing on the boy's shoulder as she had intended, she fell to the floor and skidded to a halt. She lay there a moment, stunned, before turning back into a human. "ooooh, ow." She moaned, trying to push herself off the floor and just falling over instead. "mmmm. I don't feel so good." She just continued laying still until Ferghus asked for an ice pack. "Yeah, I'll go find one, and maybe some asprin too..." She pushed herself up a bit and half crawled, half dragged herself toward the counter.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray entered the room, looking disgruntled. He had a big fight coming up in a few months and his training had turned from hard to hell. He flopped down on the nearest couch and sighed deeply. He took a peak at all the others experimenting (playing?) with their powers and snorted; he had barely even used his. He'd experimented some, but in the end found it useless for his daily life, even when used in secret. "Say, does anyone know where the good Prof is? I've got a few questions for him," said Ray, looking around and not seeing the professor. The gruff man knew why they were given these powers, but there was still information that he needed before he could fully commit to this scheme. He didn't know about the others here (heck, he disliked a lot of them on first sight, especially the girls, and especially Penelope and that brat Emily) but he wasn't going in blind.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 Felyse slowly tuned out the conversation at hand, not at all too concern about the good professor's absence or the professor that Penelope was complaining about. The pie before him was all too enticing. Just as he was about to pile on more into his mouth, a giant mass of muscle suddenly knocked into his chair. In his face was a very familiar hand holding a few marbles that had almost practically appeared out of nowhere. "What--?" the young man managed to startle out until Ferghus knocked against his seat once again to act as a human meat shield. The impact was so hard that his chair started to tilt so far to the side until he saw nothing but the ceiling. The sensation of falling brushed against his nerves. Quickly, in stunned daze, he tried to grasp the edge of the table only for his hands to slip. With adrenaline running through his veins, a draft could be felt from beneath as his chair tumbled into the portal that had materialized suddenly. As quickly as it had appeared, the portal was gone before he could get dragged into it as well – only for the hole to reappear behind Orion with that said seat tumbling out and hit the back of the black-haired man's chair. Staring at the scene before him, Felyse had a lot to take in at once. Just one look at the injured Ferghus, the smirking Orion, and the pitifully crawling Vee was enough to understand the jest of it. The teen threw Orion a look of disappointment that clearly expressed his respect for the older man went down a few notches. His gaze soon turned away to matters of more importance. "Well, that was rather reckless, Ferg." Felyse huffed, nonchalantly brushing off any dust from his clothes. Although he might look annoyed, a hint of concern underlined his words. He sighed and shook his head. The wrinkle between his eyebrows disappeared as he stared off into the distance. "I might not be the most ideal couch for these games, but I could've handled it." Turning his gaze to the owner of the cafe, Felyse crawled after to Vee. Being the one who didn't overexert himself, he managed to catch up to her within seconds. "Veeeeee, go sit on the couch. Gimme your arm." He huffed and moved to his feet, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt while offering his shoulder. "I'll get the stuff. Just tell me where it's at."</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Isaacs Nick was fast getting irritated by the stupid marble game that the Mick and Orion were playing, it was one of the many things that he had no desire to learn any thing about, but he was watching the Irishman's body as he moved....his form....his catch....Clarity. His power's kicked in, without even attempting to, he perfectly understood the fine art of catching, angles, trajectory, falling speed, it was all pouring into his head like an adult magazine. To demonstrate his new skill he grabbed his slice of pie, and tossed it in the air, standing on the couch he positioned himself perfectly and SNAP, MUNCH he caught it in his mouth, after wiping of his face, he lit up a cig, and blew the smoke in Orion's face as more students of the project arrived. He took a small sip of his non-alcoholic coffee and spat it on the floor next to him. Goddamnit Vee!, this coffee is too hot, if you're gonna serve me a virgin drink at least let it cool down first, shit. He then slumped back down and put out his cigarette in the still scalding coffee cup. Scowling at nobody in particular he started to whine. And speaking of virgins, where in the crap is that prof.lab rat?, I'm getting bored already, Id rather be home solidifying my place on the 'Call of Glory' online leaderboards. I could give a crap if he's on a 'Date' or not, I got shit to do tonight. He turned towards Emily, re-igniting his sleazy smile. As for me, I don't even waste my time with dates, I prefer to get straight to the point... His eyes wondered over Emily's body until Ray the boxer walked in, he had a heavy step to his muscular weight, and it caught Nick's attention, he was fascinated by fighting disciplines, and could tell just by looking at this man that he knew how to fight. Ray grumbled something about looking for the Prof and Nick approached him, smirking devilishly. Yo, Punchy, hit me in the face, don't knock my head off but pop me with a stiff jab, come on just do it, don't be a pussy, it'll kill time. Nick let his arms swing by his side, showing no intention of retaliation.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray made a sound that was halfway a snort, half a growl. If it came to annoying people, this guy, Nick, he recalled, got on his nerves real fast; he was rude, an asshole, a punk, and an asshole all in one. Just from his face you could tell he was nothing but trouble. If he was asking for something like hitting him, that meant he had something planned. Fine then, he'd play his game, but not by his rules. "If you want it, you got it," he said. Slipping into his 16oz gloves, Ray decided to test the waters and throw a heavy jab on the man's face.</s>	<\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "No fighting..." Vee said without her usual strength. She was seeing double, and her head was pounding a beat for her stomach to dance to. "Oouuh, maybe shifting so fast isn't a good idea..." She allowed herself to be led to the couch, only protesting slightly. "There's some frozen pees in the freezer for Fer... urg... and some asprin in the first aid kit on the wall." She closed her eyes and buried her face in the couch, trying to keep from vomiting.</s>
<\|description\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Age: 20 Gender: Female Personality: Veronica is generous and kind, almost to a fault. She tends to want to give people what they need and ask nothing in return, which often leaves her broke, and then winds up needing money bad, but somehow it always works out for her. Background: Veronica is majoring in Business, and actually owns her own store, a small cafe called "The Fresh Pot". The cafe is relatively successful, but Veronica usually winds up giving most of her profits to charity. On the most recent occasion, she didn't leave herself enough money to pay her rent, which is why she took the professor's offer. Chosen Pill Color: White Likes: Coffee, Making People Smile, Cooking, Snow Dislikes: Jerks, Hot Weather, Tragedy</s> <\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach 8:30PM - Rohrbach's Lab The night went on as the two groups met in the center of the lab, the big open area that Rohrbach usually kept his big machines. It was now empty with the exception of a few couches, tables, computers, and a rather large computer monitor where a game of Halo was paused. The meetings ad all but concluded, some of them wanting to leave, some of them wanting to simply chat and hang around for a bit. Penelope sat at one of the tables with a sewing machine, swaths of fabric surrounding her. She was working on an orange outfit for herself as a sort of test so that the others could see what it would look like. It would take her a bit longer before she could show it to anyone yet. She'd made the design and cut out all the parts but she still needed to sew them all together to make the completed piece. She let out a shallow sigh and began sewing up the body piece. She was just making a simple blazer that could cover a white button up with khaki bottoms. It was simple and would color code her. The weird part would be the mask. She was thinking of a simple headband with holes for eyes but part of her wanted to make it more elegant than that. She smiled to herself as she thought of the mask in her head. It was orange with black lace covering the main bits and black and orange feathers jutting out from the side. It made her happy being able to work on something like this. It let her avoid her school work and the thought of those criminals. What they'd read hadn't made her very happy. According to the police reports they'd managed to get their hands on with Nick's skills, the family was once rather rich but the father and gambled everything away and was now forcing his children and wife to help him get it all back. One of the kids had left the family, wanting to go out on her own. She'd told the police everything, from her father's scandals with his company to her mother's affair with her husband's workers. They had a rough idea of where the family was staying from the report and were planning on going after them once the week had ended, on Saturday, two days from now, they would head out and begin their search in the field. For now, Nick and the others were simply doing more research while Penelope made the clothes. "Hey, Emily. What sort of style do you like? I could make something that looks like a military uniform." Penelope asked, chuckling at her offer. For some reason, she couldn't imagine the girl in anything other than a dress. "No, but if there's a specific style you want me to make, just show me a picture and I'll try my best. I'm making a blazer for myself. Simple and hopefully won't make me stick out like a sore thumb." She explained, speaking to everyone in the room.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Oooh, making costumes already? Do mine, too!" Felyse spoke up from his spot on the couch – the one that was in front of the giant computer screen where he watched the other's playing Halo – and looked up from his bag of ranch Doritos he was once so focused on. Tossing the chips to the side, he crawled his way to the back of the couch, resting his head against the palm of his hands, as he watched Penelope work her magic around the sewing machine. "I want a black hoodie with lime green patterns. Same thing with my mask; although, something that covers my whole head and faceless." Unconsciously, Felyse combed the strands of hair beneath his chosen hat-of-the-day with a hand. White with red tips – his hair stood out more than what his envisioned hero outfit ever would be. Like a watermelon snow cone amidst the tundra. There was always the option of dyeing, buuuuut that would be an attack on his individuality… also, his lazy side was opting out. As an extra precaution – and a security blanket – he got a brand new hat all picked out for mission impossible; although, truthfully, the headgear was more for aesthetic effect than anything else. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched his teammates going about. He grabbed the bag of chips and munched away. Research he could do, but planning away was a no-go; so he left that task to his more methodical comrades. "By the way, anyone got any heroic names all planned out?"</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily put her XBox controller down and turned around to look at Penelope, chuckling at her military uniform suggestion. "I don't need anything flashy," she replied. "As long as it's a comfortable, pretty dress, I'll be happy. I trust your fashion sense." She thought a moment. "Though, it could be flashy if everyone else's is," she opined. "I do like Tony Bowls." Turning to Felyse, she said, "Being hyperintelligent doesn't mean I'm hyper creative too," she replied with a chuckle. "The name is always the hardest part - not even superpowers can change that." Keeping her ears open for replies or new conversations from anyone in the room, Emily picked up her controller and turned her attention back to Halo.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled, hearing Felyse ask her to do his. "I will, I will!" She called out, smiling. She nodded to him when he told her what he wanted and stopped what she was doing to write it all down. Black hoodie, lime green patterns... full mask. She nodded her head at her notes and then turned back to her work space to begin working on her own mask. Penelope lifted a brow at Emily's remarks and chuckled. "Nah, I wasn't really going for flashing. Pretty normal, actually. Sort of like, they could pass for normal outfits only... with a mask to hide our faces. You just can't wear that specific outfit in public..." She explained, trailing off a bit. Hearing Emily reply to Felyse, Penelope decided to chime in as well. "I'm with Emily. I have no idea what to call myself. Elasti-Girl? Stretchy Chick? Rubber Lady? I'm... terrible at names. I mean, I can hardly name the characters in my works for school, much less as a nickname for myself." She replied, shaking her head as she heated plastic with a lighter to try and bend it to the shape of her face. "So, yeah. I got nothing. What about you, Portal Boy? Maybe we should call you Chel? What's a feminine version of Chel? Chad?" She offered jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Victoria suddenly spoke up. "Hey, if we're talking outfits, I want something sleek and black, with a simple eye mask." She covered her eyes with her hands, leaving holes between her fingers for her eyes. "Something that'll lead perfectly into my panther form. Oh, maybe I could be 'Black Cat'! Oh, wait, that doesn't make sense when I shift to something else, does it? Maybe just 'Dark Shift' then?" She went back to sketching in her notebook. She had a rough outline of a female figure already, with shaded areas that showed she was wearing a skin tight black suit. "But, I don't know if I'd be able to go out in public dressed like that."</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Portal Boy, Chel, Chad - Call me whatever you want. Might be fun to see every villain search for every Chad and Chel in this city." Felyse grinned at Penelope, balancing the bags of chips on one leg. "Names shouldn't be too hard. Just add Captain or some other nifty title in front of a noun and - voila! - you got something! Captain Elastic sounds fitting, no? Or iDoctor for Ems?" Lazily, he reached for the extra XBox controller next to Emilia. "Psssst, iDoctor, let me join in." "Ooooh, how about Lady Chimera, Vee? It's a dark and sexy name... or is it so sexy that it sounds villainous?" He tilted his hat way from his face and scratched his chin in thought. "Wait, won't your suit tear apart if you shift into something a big as a wildebeest?" He asked and turned to Vee, raising an eyebrow almost teasingly. "You might as well be better off wearing a bikini. Might even scare a few scofflaws."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Scoring a double kill, Emily didn't turn from the screen but listened to the conversations around her. "Elastigirl might have a problem with you using Elasti-Girl, Penelope," she called out jokingly. Glancing over at Felyse, she grinned as she remarked, "I'm just going to call you Chel anyway." Her face changed to one of mock repulsion as Felyse gave suggestions. "An Apple product? Please, spare me," she replied. Grabbing the extra XBox controller before Felyse could and waving it teasingly in front of his face, she said "You can play if iDoctor goes away" with a smile indicating she was thoroughly enjoying herself but still serious about the name. "I like Chimera though," she admitted, turning back to the screen holding out the other controller for Felyse to grab while resuming play herself with one hand. "Without the 'Lady' in front of it, I think it suits Vee nicely."</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled listening to the other talk. She, of course, had written down what the others had asked of her and was busy working on everything. By tomorrow she'd have at least two or three of them done. "Hey, I like iDoctor. It's funny even if it doesn't suit you. Then again, I'm terribad at names so the most creative thing I've got is Tech Girl. And Elastigirl can kiss my ass. I'm real, she's not. Not that I wanted to use that name anyway. Though I feel like if I call myself Captain Rubber people will make jokes I don't want them making." She spoke, snorting at her last statement. "And I agree with Emily. Chimera is a nice name for ya, Vee. It fits. Wild and crazy beast." Penelope poked fun at Vee, sticking her tongue out at the friend. She finished up her mask and set it aside to dry before working on Emily's suit. Her plan for Emily was a short red-dress accented with black lace and an ornate black belt. That is, if she could spare the concentration to make it look nice. For now, she set to work drawing up the plan. "I'm working on yours next Emily, if you want to have a look at the designs." Penelope offered, bent over the work desk drawing over a sheet of paper. Penelope had long since stripped herself of the limited fabric of her jeans and was now in a large sweater and sweatpants. The sweat pants her hiked up to her knees as she liked it that way, no matter how silly it made her look. "What about Mrs. Universe? Since Emily can sort of know anything at the top of a hat. Eh... it might not fit..." She offered, biting her lip a bit as she thought some more.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather was seated on one of the forgotten couches, her feet curled under her and her body was slightly hunch over a large smartphone resting in her lap. She swipes halfheartedly through through an endless feed of photos and self involved statuses from her friends and classmates. Even if she seem totally involved in her phone, Heather's mind was more concern with the upcoming mission. She tried examine the situation with a calmness that Heather was used to, but there was still a small feeling of fear. With a sigh, Heather tries to focus on the chatter around her. This should be the fun part, the part were the ragtag group designs a identity for themselves. Costumes wold be created, and names will be decided in an effort to complete the illusion of heroism. Heather peeks up from her screen to observe the group grow more involved with giving out names. She does speak up with any ideas of her own, but she instead thinks up possible names for herself. Given her ability, Heather would have plenty of names to pick from. Bolt and Surge would not do, and sparks just sounded lame. "Maybe voltage." Heather speaks out, mostly to herself but also to whoever happen to be listening in the room. "I kinda like voltage, could tack a 'Mis.' Or 'lady."" She says with a shrug.</s>	<\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "I like the dark motif though. I think I'll go with 'Dark Chimera'. Has a nice, mysterious ring to it." Vee put the finishing touches on her sketch and passed it to Penelope. "Here, what do you think?" The outfit was simple, a tight, form fitting black suit covered the body, complete with gloves and boots. The mask was equally economic, just a black eye mask to hid her identity. There were, however, two extravagant details to the costume, a trailing sewn in scarf and a utility belt of sorts around the waist. Her measurements were penned into the corner of the drawing. "Hey, how about 'Blue bolt'? You know, like that old saying? I think that might fit you." Vee pushed away from the table in her rolling chair and spun across the room, obviously having fun with this whole idea.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope Appearance Age: 21 Gender: Female Personality: Always the critic, Penelope doesn't like to admit that other people are right, preferring to stubbornly believe what she'd always believed even when presented with concrete evidence. She is very loyal but hard to approach as she always seems to portray this 'Stay away from me,' aura. She enjoys talking after she's had her coffee, but before then, she'll bite even the meekest of persons' head off. Background: An only child, Penelope has almost always gotten things the way she wanted and now as an adult she can't cope with the fact that she has to work for a living. She would rather dream big even if it was completely out there. She craves desperately to be writer but would rather wait for someone to notice her rather than put herself out there. She in college as a creative writing major, hoping to one day write her own novels. Chosen Pill Color: Orange Other: Besides her addiction to coffee, Penelope is addicted to cigarettes and will light one when she is stressed.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather had been dreading the encounter all day. The reminder was there in the back of her mind during her morning run, through all her classes, through the lunch she barely touched. Amy and Jessica had noticed her quietness angry silence, assumed she was just PMSing and did not try to stir her from her mood. It was probably better that way, there was no way they would understand and heather couldn't half believe it herself. They parted at three, Heather trying not to appear bothered by her friends' departure to the training annex Instead, she started toward apartment 214 to wait out the remainder of her time until the big meeting. There was much Heather was not looking forward at this meeting, it seems unlike the rest of the gang, Heather was not very thrilled to have this "gift" forced on her. It was the sensation that alerted Heather to something being wrong the night after she took the little red pill. There was a sensation in her chest, like a powerful pulsing. Then the currents had spread through her body, it felt like hot insects crawling under her skin. In a panic, Heather had tried to call someone for help. The moment her hand grasped her white and gold smartphone, it was drained of all its battery life and it felt as if Heather had fed the pulsing in her chest. Then an explosion of electricity appeared from her finger tips, shattering glass across the room and making the air heavy with the energy. The good doctor tried to explain to Heather what she became, and what he expected of her but the moment he told Heather he would not change her back; she gave in to her temper and would hear nothing more of his experiment. It didn't help that this crazy doctor kept dropping words like "Fate" and "hero" and that he expected Heather to fight crime. She told Doc to "fuck off" and stormed out of the lab. That was days ago. Heather reflected back on that day and her outburst as she walked toward "The Fresh Pot." She was a little ashamed to fly off the handle like she did, but Heather still felt so unsure about this new power. She hadn't used it since it surfaced, going to great lengths to avoid anything that would give her a charge. Heather had ignored all of Rohrbach's calls and emails for a number of reasons. But when Heather chanced the safety of her laptop and saw email about the meeting, she knew she had to attend. Heather walked into the Fresh Pot, sunglasses still over her eyes, and notices she is one of the last to arrive. "Hello everyone." Heather fixes the crowd with a polite smile, which was an improvement compared to her behavior at the last meeting. She found a seat at a table on the edge of the group, still unsure where she fit or if she was welcome. They all seem so over the moon about this project, Heather couldn't see why. She felt the sensation under her skin again, but Heather clasp her hands together and ignored it.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright With quite a bit to take in all at once, Penelope sort of glanced about the room, trying take it all in at once. Ferg's reply, Emily's entrance and remark, Felyse's more interesting entrance, Nick's sleezebag side showing, Ferg's question about Rohrbach, Vee's coffee and pie, Dominic's entrance, and Heather's rather surprisingly nice greeting. "I'm not sure where the professor is, Ferg, or what sort of plot he's scheming now." She replied, sipping the coffee placed before her between breaths. "Oh, and hey everyone. Heather, you're looking much better today. Now that you're inside, wanna show us those pretty eyes and take off your sunglasses? It's kinda rude, yanno." She spoke, turning to face the blonde. She, despite her tone, had a slight smile on her face. Chuckling to herself, she sat back and picked up her fork, digging into the pie. She pulled the delicious hunk of sugar to her mouth and chomped down, savoring the sweet taste. As always, Vee was going to make her fat. "Vee, you're ganna ma'e me fath." Penelope told her friend, though she'd never admit it, with a mouth full of food. That was why she couldn't stay around Vee too long, she'd gain ten pounds within the first week of living with someone like her. She preferred living at the lab with the others, keeping her stomach full with ramen and other typical college type foods. "Stho..." Penelope began, swallowing the food in her mouth. "When exactly is the professor suppose to get here? Does anyone know?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion had been completely silent the entire time, content to just listen and nurse his own cup of tea. The warmth from the mug almost brought a smile out of the college student, but with surprisingly a large amount of self-control, he barely managed to not smile for 'no reason', opting instead to bring his cup up and take a nice, long, and quiet sip of the hot, amber liquid. As the conversation began to be sent into the direction of the missing professor, Orion finally glanced up, his sapphire blue eyes rather lazy and half-lidded. "No idea. I wasn't at the lab last night, so...maybe he got a date?" It was a random guess, but the professor was a lonely little man, so who knew? Maybe he did get a date, and had spent the night at his date's house. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. Some girls liked the nervous, old, and geeky type. Or not... "Maybe not. Anyone have his phone-number?" Orion finally flicked a wrist, and all of the marbles formed a sort of marching line, falling into his left hand, where he quickly pocketed the objects.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren't you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol' me?" Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man's upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place. "Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else," Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man's last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. "But, I can't give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~." He softly sang under his breath. Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn't do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name. Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. "Nope. Didn't see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?" Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Rather unfortunately for Emily, it seemed painfully obvious since their first meeting that someone was already trying to make moves on her. And also rather unfortunately for Emily, that someone was not someone she had the slightest interest in even getting too close to - a fact made poignant by his contributions from both sides of his body. Fortunately, they came from his perch on the couch and not right next to her. Still, she wasn't the type to be rude. "It took me 4 minutes and 52 seconds to walk here," she replied, having listened to "Children of the Moon" so many times that she knew its exact length. "I think I'm ok," she finished, giving him a small polite smile. Turning to listen to the conversation about the professor's whereabouts, she replied to Orion's question about his phone number. "I could find it," she offered. She was used to the intelligence thing but not quite used to the technology manipulation thing yet, but she still knew that it wouldn't be very hard to track down the professor's number in a matter of seconds via her phone.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy "I'm telling yeh, I searched the place top from bottom and the ol' scatterbrain wasn't to be seen." Taking a moment to lightly tap the spot where the whimsical candy lover had just popped out from. And with a smirk directed toward Felyse he spoke, "Yeah, well maybe yeh should try and improve yer aim a bit? No harm done though, I guess we're all learning still." Glancing around at all the new arrivals made the Irishman feel more at ease. Rohrbach wouldn't keep them all waiting in the cafe all night, would he? Maybe it was a social experiment, to see how we would all get along? Or maybe Ferghus was just over looking it. The somewhat distracted man shot a quick smile toward Emily"It would be worth a shot, yeah bird?" He responded quick to the idea that she could locate the number, or at the very least attempt to. Ferghus mind filled with memories of attempted phone calls to the professor before, not a single one found their way to his ears. Adjusting his green jacket and loose-fitting black tie, it was a style he loved, he head toward the pot to pour himself a nice steaming cup of black. Ferghus felt rather ashamed that he hadn't known so much about most of the other participants that hadn't decided to stay in the labs. So he made an effort to walk around chatting about menial things, gauging their personalities. The Irishman finally moseyed on back to the couch that he had earlier planted himself within and sat next to the rather snide looking Nick. Glancing around the cafe and its bustle Ferghus fixed his attention on the marching orbs that Orion was controlling before placing them back within a pocket. He had an idea for a little game to pass the time. In an obviously joking manner Ferghus spoke intended at Orion, "Hey porcupine head! Lets see if you can blast those marbles quicker than I can catch 'em. Oh and try and aim for the couch, don't wanna break nothing ya know?" Sure he was playing around, but deep down Ferghus wanted to test his ability, besides he and Orion had been going at it ever since they had first awakened their powers.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "If you boys are going to play with dangerous things, do it outside." Vee admonished, coming back into the room with more pie and coffee for the late arrivals. Sighing, she pulled the apron from around her neck and tossed it lazily back onto the counter, collapsing onto on of the free couches. She had forgotten to pour herself a cup of coffee, and she didn't feel like getting back up for one, so she settled for complaining. "I'm tired. I'm sure the professor will be here though, guys, we just have to be patient." She rolled to the side and just before she was laying completely down she shifted to her favorite form: a sleek black jaguar. A deep purr rumbled from her throat as she laid across the couch, her head resting on the arm. She continued purring until her far more sensitive animal nose picked up what her human nose had missed under the smells of coffee and sweets, and her purr turned into a a growl as she buried her nose in the cushion.</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "Him? A date?" Penelope asked Orion, letting out an short chuckled. "That would be the day." She continued, shaking her head. "But seriously, I feel like I barely know the dude. I wish he'd talk to us a bit more..." She added. Penelope turned to look at Emily, hearing her offer. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nah, I think he'd just be annoyed by it. Better just to wait. I was just curious." She chuckled as she heard Ferghus call out to Orion and then Vee's addition. She lifted her arm, letting her hand snake through the obstacles between her and Vee and gave the black cat a few light pats. "Good kitty." She teased, laughing. "Anyone taking Richer this semester?" Penelope asked absentmindedly while petting Vee. "He was being super annoying in class today. Kept yelling about random stuff, as if we weren't listening. I mean, the dude's a lunatic." She complained, pulling her hand back.</s>
<\|description\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope Appearance Age: 21 Gender: Female Personality: Always the critic, Penelope doesn't like to admit that other people are right, preferring to stubbornly believe what she'd always believed even when presented with concrete evidence. She is very loyal but hard to approach as she always seems to portray this 'Stay away from me,' aura. She enjoys talking after she's had her coffee, but before then, she'll bite even the meekest of persons' head off. Background: An only child, Penelope has almost always gotten things the way she wanted and now as an adult she can't cope with the fact that she has to work for a living. She would rather dream big even if it was completely out there. She craves desperately to be writer but would rather wait for someone to notice her rather than put herself out there. She in college as a creative writing major, hoping to one day write her own novels. Chosen Pill Color: Orange Other: Besides her addiction to coffee, Penelope is addicted to cigarettes and will light one when she is stressed.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather, having a sudden urge to go neat freak, begins to gather up the empty mugs and platters scattered with crumbs. Unsure what to do with them, she places them together in a neat stack on the counter for Vee to find later. She was pondering the idea about costumes and so far did not like it. What Heather never understood was why comic book heroes wore such eye sore costumes. Isn't the point of fighting crime under a alias is to not be noticed? Heather had a couple ideas for a disguise that did not involve spandex. Heather moved a few chairs back into their original place, satisfied with her work and turns her attention to Emily. "Sure, I'm game for a battle plan in the lab. I think I'll head over there now and explore a bit. Come find me later." Heather waves and exits the café before anyone could follow. The mention of the lab had Heather considering that she needed a little more practice before their first manhunt. She also did feel a bit of a thrill knocking Ray and Nick on their ass, though she meant no ill-will toward the two. So, instead of returning home, Heather let herself wander into the lab, and locate a gym or space where she could experiment with her abilities in peace. She happen to locate one near the unused bedrooms and set to work. The first thing she tried was a transfer of energy. Her phone sat in her hand with a dead battery. Taking a breath, Heather pictures the little smartphone coming to life. She feels a tug from that source inside of her chest and she could feel the power traveling down her arm and into her hand. To Heather's delight, the phone blinks to life and slowly charges. It was tiring though and it reminded Heather of the blood dives she would go to. The feel of the needle sucking away her blood, and the effort was easy on her part but very tiring. She wills the link between herself and the little device to be closed and with some effort it does end. The little charge icon disappears, but her phone now remains alive at 20% "Oh, hell yes." Heather mutters with a wide grin. She notices the practice dummies resting in the corner of the room, and a new idea comes to her. Setting the phone aside, Heather begins to rub her hands together. She can feel the heat between her palms from the effort and notices the small sparks flying. She pulls hers hand apart and finds the bright blue sparks contained in the gap between her hands. Heather archers her fingers around the source of power, shaping it like clay into a crackling bright orb. With another grin, Heather aims for one of the dummies and releases the pure energy with both hands. The ball of electricity explodes from her hands, soaring faster than Heather could imagine and striking the center of the dummy with a brilliant crackle and bright flash. The dummy stood with a scorched and blacken hole in its center. Heather lets out an excited cheer, and immediately falls to her knees, suddenly weak and exhausted. Heather reminds there, catching her breath and composure. "Ok…..not so power much next time." She gulps, still satisfied with her new discovery.</s> <\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach 8:30PM - Rohrbach's Lab The night went on as the two groups met in the center of the lab, the big open area that Rohrbach usually kept his big machines. It was now empty with the exception of a few couches, tables, computers, and a rather large computer monitor where a game of Halo was paused. The meetings ad all but concluded, some of them wanting to leave, some of them wanting to simply chat and hang around for a bit. Penelope sat at one of the tables with a sewing machine, swaths of fabric surrounding her. She was working on an orange outfit for herself as a sort of test so that the others could see what it would look like. It would take her a bit longer before she could show it to anyone yet. She'd made the design and cut out all the parts but she still needed to sew them all together to make the completed piece. She let out a shallow sigh and began sewing up the body piece. She was just making a simple blazer that could cover a white button up with khaki bottoms. It was simple and would color code her. The weird part would be the mask. She was thinking of a simple headband with holes for eyes but part of her wanted to make it more elegant than that. She smiled to herself as she thought of the mask in her head. It was orange with black lace covering the main bits and black and orange feathers jutting out from the side. It made her happy being able to work on something like this. It let her avoid her school work and the thought of those criminals. What they'd read hadn't made her very happy. According to the police reports they'd managed to get their hands on with Nick's skills, the family was once rather rich but the father and gambled everything away and was now forcing his children and wife to help him get it all back. One of the kids had left the family, wanting to go out on her own. She'd told the police everything, from her father's scandals with his company to her mother's affair with her husband's workers. They had a rough idea of where the family was staying from the report and were planning on going after them once the week had ended, on Saturday, two days from now, they would head out and begin their search in the field. For now, Nick and the others were simply doing more research while Penelope made the clothes. "Hey, Emily. What sort of style do you like? I could make something that looks like a military uniform." Penelope asked, chuckling at her offer. For some reason, she couldn't imagine the girl in anything other than a dress. "No, but if there's a specific style you want me to make, just show me a picture and I'll try my best. I'm making a blazer for myself. Simple and hopefully won't make me stick out like a sore thumb." She explained, speaking to everyone in the room.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Oooh, making costumes already? Do mine, too!" Felyse spoke up from his spot on the couch – the one that was in front of the giant computer screen where he watched the other's playing Halo – and looked up from his bag of ranch Doritos he was once so focused on. Tossing the chips to the side, he crawled his way to the back of the couch, resting his head against the palm of his hands, as he watched Penelope work her magic around the sewing machine. "I want a black hoodie with lime green patterns. Same thing with my mask; although, something that covers my whole head and faceless." Unconsciously, Felyse combed the strands of hair beneath his chosen hat-of-the-day with a hand. White with red tips – his hair stood out more than what his envisioned hero outfit ever would be. Like a watermelon snow cone amidst the tundra. There was always the option of dyeing, buuuuut that would be an attack on his individuality… also, his lazy side was opting out. As an extra precaution – and a security blanket – he got a brand new hat all picked out for mission impossible; although, truthfully, the headgear was more for aesthetic effect than anything else. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched his teammates going about. He grabbed the bag of chips and munched away. Research he could do, but planning away was a no-go; so he left that task to his more methodical comrades. "By the way, anyone got any heroic names all planned out?"</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily put her XBox controller down and turned around to look at Penelope, chuckling at her military uniform suggestion. "I don't need anything flashy," she replied. "As long as it's a comfortable, pretty dress, I'll be happy. I trust your fashion sense." She thought a moment. "Though, it could be flashy if everyone else's is," she opined. "I do like Tony Bowls." Turning to Felyse, she said, "Being hyperintelligent doesn't mean I'm hyper creative too," she replied with a chuckle. "The name is always the hardest part - not even superpowers can change that." Keeping her ears open for replies or new conversations from anyone in the room, Emily picked up her controller and turned her attention back to Halo.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled, hearing Felyse ask her to do his. "I will, I will!" She called out, smiling. She nodded to him when he told her what he wanted and stopped what she was doing to write it all down. Black hoodie, lime green patterns... full mask. She nodded her head at her notes and then turned back to her work space to begin working on her own mask. Penelope lifted a brow at Emily's remarks and chuckled. "Nah, I wasn't really going for flashing. Pretty normal, actually. Sort of like, they could pass for normal outfits only... with a mask to hide our faces. You just can't wear that specific outfit in public..." She explained, trailing off a bit. Hearing Emily reply to Felyse, Penelope decided to chime in as well. "I'm with Emily. I have no idea what to call myself. Elasti-Girl? Stretchy Chick? Rubber Lady? I'm... terrible at names. I mean, I can hardly name the characters in my works for school, much less as a nickname for myself." She replied, shaking her head as she heated plastic with a lighter to try and bend it to the shape of her face. "So, yeah. I got nothing. What about you, Portal Boy? Maybe we should call you Chel? What's a feminine version of Chel? Chad?" She offered jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Victoria suddenly spoke up. "Hey, if we're talking outfits, I want something sleek and black, with a simple eye mask." She covered her eyes with her hands, leaving holes between her fingers for her eyes. "Something that'll lead perfectly into my panther form. Oh, maybe I could be 'Black Cat'! Oh, wait, that doesn't make sense when I shift to something else, does it? Maybe just 'Dark Shift' then?" She went back to sketching in her notebook. She had a rough outline of a female figure already, with shaded areas that showed she was wearing a skin tight black suit. "But, I don't know if I'd be able to go out in public dressed like that."</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Portal Boy, Chel, Chad - Call me whatever you want. Might be fun to see every villain search for every Chad and Chel in this city." Felyse grinned at Penelope, balancing the bags of chips on one leg. "Names shouldn't be too hard. Just add Captain or some other nifty title in front of a noun and - voila! - you got something! Captain Elastic sounds fitting, no? Or iDoctor for Ems?" Lazily, he reached for the extra XBox controller next to Emilia. "Psssst, iDoctor, let me join in." "Ooooh, how about Lady Chimera, Vee? It's a dark and sexy name... or is it so sexy that it sounds villainous?" He tilted his hat way from his face and scratched his chin in thought. "Wait, won't your suit tear apart if you shift into something a big as a wildebeest?" He asked and turned to Vee, raising an eyebrow almost teasingly. "You might as well be better off wearing a bikini. Might even scare a few scofflaws."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Scoring a double kill, Emily didn't turn from the screen but listened to the conversations around her. "Elastigirl might have a problem with you using Elasti-Girl, Penelope," she called out jokingly. Glancing over at Felyse, she grinned as she remarked, "I'm just going to call you Chel anyway." Her face changed to one of mock repulsion as Felyse gave suggestions. "An Apple product? Please, spare me," she replied. Grabbing the extra XBox controller before Felyse could and waving it teasingly in front of his face, she said "You can play if iDoctor goes away" with a smile indicating she was thoroughly enjoying herself but still serious about the name. "I like Chimera though," she admitted, turning back to the screen holding out the other controller for Felyse to grab while resuming play herself with one hand. "Without the 'Lady' in front of it, I think it suits Vee nicely."</s>	<\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled listening to the other talk. She, of course, had written down what the others had asked of her and was busy working on everything. By tomorrow she'd have at least two or three of them done. "Hey, I like iDoctor. It's funny even if it doesn't suit you. Then again, I'm terribad at names so the most creative thing I've got is Tech Girl. And Elastigirl can kiss my ass. I'm real, she's not. Not that I wanted to use that name anyway. Though I feel like if I call myself Captain Rubber people will make jokes I don't want them making." She spoke, snorting at her last statement. "And I agree with Emily. Chimera is a nice name for ya, Vee. It fits. Wild and crazy beast." Penelope poked fun at Vee, sticking her tongue out at the friend. She finished up her mask and set it aside to dry before working on Emily's suit. Her plan for Emily was a short red-dress accented with black lace and an ornate black belt. That is, if she could spare the concentration to make it look nice. For now, she set to work drawing up the plan. "I'm working on yours next Emily, if you want to have a look at the designs." Penelope offered, bent over the work desk drawing over a sheet of paper. Penelope had long since stripped herself of the limited fabric of her jeans and was now in a large sweater and sweatpants. The sweat pants her hiked up to her knees as she liked it that way, no matter how silly it made her look. "What about Mrs. Universe? Since Emily can sort of know anything at the top of a hat. Eh... it might not fit..." She offered, biting her lip a bit as she thought some more.</s>
<\|description\|>Orion Striphe Age: 21 Gender: Male Personality: Cold, brisk, and sharp are the three words that describes him. He's generally abrupt to most strangers, and even colder to those he dislikes. It will take a while for you to warm up to him, and vice versa. Generally keeps an aloof behavior, and never allows emotion to cloud his eyes. Can be rather teasing, however, when it suits him, and rather lazy as well. Incredibly intelligent, and skilled when he feels that it requires it. When interacting with those younger than him; children, basically, Orion will usually be kind and older-brotherly, treating them with kindness that belies his usually personality of distance and apathy. However, despite all of this, he has a relatively warm heart with friends, and when among those he likes, he cracks the occasional joke, and can even give helpful, wise advice. Background: Orion went to college to major in Visual and Performance Arts. He possesses a lean, muscular figure, and he's rather good at a variety of dancing and acrobatics - despite his usual appearance of coats and hoodies. He is a quickly advancing young man in the art of capoeira; mostly because of his flexibility and the way swaying and flipping/break-dancing comes easy to him. In general, he had a nice life ahead of him...if only he didn't hit that bottom. Loan sharks, basically. Damn mom apparently sent them his way, since he didn't be a lawyer like she wanted. Whatever. He ended up broke, and this...this would help, the man said. So...why not? He should have been more vigilant. Chosen Pill Color: Black. Other: My pool of powers are 'Telekinesis', 'Shadow Manipulation', and 'Air Manipulation'.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends -The Fresh Pot, 5:45 PM- "Thank you, come again!" Veronica said happily as the customer left. She glanced around her shop, keeping an eye on everything. It was a modest place, room enough for a few tables and a comfortable sitting area with a circle of couches, but not much else. The main room was brightly lit though, and decorated with warm colors. She stood behind the small glass top counter in front of the door to the back room, which held the kitchen and storage area, and it was a little cramped. She glanced at the clock, noticing that it was just fifteen minutes to closing. She walked out from the counter to start cleaning up. "I'm sorry," She said to a woman she assumed went to the same college as her, "I'm closing soon, so I'm going to have to ask you to start wrapping up." As the girl nodded, Vee pulled a cleaning rag from the pocket of her apron and started wiping down the other table, humming softly as she worked. Nothing relaxed her more than taking care of her shop, and it was especially important because her friends were on their way. She walked over to the sitting area to make sure there wasn't any garbage there, then dragged a low, circular table into the middle of the couches so they would have somewhere to put their drinks and plates. "Hmmm..." she hummed absently, looking at the table. Suddenly struck by inspiration, she turned and grabbed a flower pot off one of the wall shelves and put it in the middle, rotating it slightly so the flower was facing the window. "Perfect."</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope made her way to the Fresh Pot, her phone in hand. She was rereading the Professor's email, hoping she had it right and wasn't coming too late or early. She'd just let her room at the Lab, the Professor nowhere to be seen. She'd even left her TV on. She didn't really mean to but it just... sort of happened. And by the time she remember, it was too late to go back. She was far too lazy for that. She put her phone back in her hoodie pocket and pulled out a cig and lit it, puffing as she walked down the street toward the cafe. She spotted Vee cleaning up the place, the closed sign already up. Chuckling to herself, she threw her cigarette into the nearby ash-tray trashcan and walked up to the door. Instead of knocking, Penelope pushed her face up to the glass and let out a heavy breath, a goofy grin on her face. Pulling up a hand, she slapped it against the glass and pulled it down, making an aweful screeching noise.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Vee stopped looking at the flower and stared at Penelope rubbing her window. Sighing, she thought about waiting until the girl decided to try actually opening the door, but decided she would probably just keep hitting the glass instead, so walked over and pushed it open. "The door's still unlocked you know." She said in mock frustration, "I can't actually lock it from the inside and still leave, it's the only way out." She stepped aside and let the older girl in. "If anyone else forgets how to open doors, would you be so kind as to let them in?" She asked, making her way back behind the counter and entering the back room.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe His powers were interesting. He noted this as he skated down the street, passing by Farview Hall - his previous place of rest. After the little...'power fiasco', Orion had decided to move into the lab, for quite a few reasons. For one, he could practice his powers, in peace, there without anyone bothering him or pissing themselves. Secondly, the professor didn't bother him, and he didn't bother the professor. It was a nice deal. Thirdly, there was quite a few rooms in the labs, one room in particular being rather interesting; it was an exercise room, and after he dusted it out, it turned out to be rather useful and efficient. He could stretch his telekinetic powers there as well as train his physical form. Good in every way. However, he had spent the previous night at a...'friend that was also a girl's' place deeper into the campus, which is why he had to haul all of his ass down to the Cafe to meet with the others. As he skidded along the street on his black and white skateboard, sparks flying as the young man expertly hit an olly over a rolling trashcan, Orion quickly spared a glance around. No one was around. Great. A smirk twitched onto his face, and with a mental twitch, Orion was literally flying through the air, a grin on his face as he did a nimble backflip through the air, his skateboard staying perfectly in-line with his feet. He landed lightly back on the board, his telekinesis keeping the skatting instrument flying through the air as he quickly made it to the entrance of the cafe. Before anyone could notice, Orion landed on the ground, behind some bushes, with a minor crash that broke his board in half. "Eh, whatever." He whispered, still under the adrenaline rush from his minor power-flight. Taming his long, spiky, and rather feathery hair, Orion dusted dirt off of his jeans and converse before quietly going around to the front of the cafe, and opening the door. The bell alerted others of his entrance, and Orion ducked into the small shop, crystal blue eyes gazing around calmly. The young man wore his usual college clothing; slim jeans, black and white Chuck Taylor sneakers, and an untucked white dress-shirt with a black, unbuttoned blazer over it. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing the black tattoo of a crow stretching along his right forearm. "Hey." Orion greeted, mostly out of necessity, the door closing behind him, almost subconsciously. It was a training technique him and the scientist professor man worked out a few days ago. If he affected things telekinetically, without even thinking or consciously doing it, his powers would grow stronger. Like a muscle.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "I didn't forget. I just wanted to freak you out. Didn't work it seems. You're no fun." Penelope tisked, shaking her head. She walked past the blonde and took a seat at one of the bigger tables. "Why do I have to do that? I just wanna sit..." Penelope whined, leaning back with her hands behind her neck. "By the way, do you know where the Professor is? He wasn't at the lab earlier..." She asked, closing her eyes to rest. It wasn't like she was really worried, it was more like she was just making conversation. She half opened one eye when she heard the bell of the door opening and closing as Orion walked in and said hey. "Hey, loser. 'Sup?" Penelope asked, closing her eyes again, relaxing once again. Then again, if she needed to open the door, she'd probably just use her powers. She had to admit, these powers were both a blessing and a curse. It did NOT help her problem with laziness.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Just about the time that the young ladies and man still clutching a skateboard began to mingle in the quaint, yet rather gorgeous and homely in its own way, cafe they are both caught somewhat off guard by a strange whizzing noise growing slightly louder and coming to an abrupt stop. An extended flash of green and orange ending just as abruptly, thankfully decelerated by a conveniently cushioned surface. A quick cursory glance or two reveals a twitching body clad in an open green jacket somewhat engulfed at the neck up by a delightfully soft couch. And another to tell that this person must have collided rather clumsily into the now destabilized table. Wrong place at the wrong time, at least, that is what someone would think about the poor flower pot's new location. The poor poor flower pot, just finding a new home, now about to crumble from the impact. However, as fast as the figure entered is about the time that passes for a reaction. And one would say just in time, for the shaggy orange haired man was suddenly on the floor clutching the delicate pottery. "Hey there birds, looks like I'm not even the first here." The student who is now easily determined as Ferghus Gilroy stands in the center of the cafe. He makes an amiable nod towards Orion and smiles warmly "This one stays between us, yeh?" He lets out a little smirk.</s>	<\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion paused from where he had been standing by the door, hands resting in his pockets. "...Yeah, alright Gilroy." He stated in a deadbeat voice, mentally wondering what possessed the other man to make such a potentially disastrous entrance. With a shrug, Orion began heading towards the others, passing by the table and the orange-haired man, and sitting in a seat near Penelope. He was mentally hoping the 'meeting' could start soon, as there was a few things that he wanted to bring up. Well, more like one thing, but, eh, either way it goes, it was kind of important. As he waited, Orion propped his head up on a fist, while his other hand - his left one - rested on the table. at least fifty black marbles rose from out of his pocket, rotating through the air, before each of them lined up on the table, in a completely symmetrical line. Orion nudged one, and it suddenly blasted forward like a bullet, zooming past Gilroy's head and nimbly lodging itself into the keyhole of the shop's door. It then blasted out of the hole and back into the line of marbles. Orion smirked, and all fifty marbles rose into the air, a few inches above the table, forming into a large middle finger, before they were shifted and formed a crow taking flight. He often did this when he was alone- it helped him better his reflexes and agility with his telekinesis, and it was a nice way to pass time.</s>
<\|description\|>Orion Striphe Age: 21 Gender: Male Personality: Cold, brisk, and sharp are the three words that describes him. He's generally abrupt to most strangers, and even colder to those he dislikes. It will take a while for you to warm up to him, and vice versa. Generally keeps an aloof behavior, and never allows emotion to cloud his eyes. Can be rather teasing, however, when it suits him, and rather lazy as well. Incredibly intelligent, and skilled when he feels that it requires it. When interacting with those younger than him; children, basically, Orion will usually be kind and older-brotherly, treating them with kindness that belies his usually personality of distance and apathy. However, despite all of this, he has a relatively warm heart with friends, and when among those he likes, he cracks the occasional joke, and can even give helpful, wise advice. Background: Orion went to college to major in Visual and Performance Arts. He possesses a lean, muscular figure, and he's rather good at a variety of dancing and acrobatics - despite his usual appearance of coats and hoodies. He is a quickly advancing young man in the art of capoeira; mostly because of his flexibility and the way swaying and flipping/break-dancing comes easy to him. In general, he had a nice life ahead of him...if only he didn't hit that bottom. Loan sharks, basically. Damn mom apparently sent them his way, since he didn't be a lawyer like she wanted. Whatever. He ended up broke, and this...this would help, the man said. So...why not? He should have been more vigilant. Chosen Pill Color: Black. Other: My pool of powers are 'Telekinesis', 'Shadow Manipulation', and 'Air Manipulation'.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright With quite a bit to take in all at once, Penelope sort of glanced about the room, trying take it all in at once. Ferg's reply, Emily's entrance and remark, Felyse's more interesting entrance, Nick's sleezebag side showing, Ferg's question about Rohrbach, Vee's coffee and pie, Dominic's entrance, and Heather's rather surprisingly nice greeting. "I'm not sure where the professor is, Ferg, or what sort of plot he's scheming now." She replied, sipping the coffee placed before her between breaths. "Oh, and hey everyone. Heather, you're looking much better today. Now that you're inside, wanna show us those pretty eyes and take off your sunglasses? It's kinda rude, yanno." She spoke, turning to face the blonde. She, despite her tone, had a slight smile on her face. Chuckling to herself, she sat back and picked up her fork, digging into the pie. She pulled the delicious hunk of sugar to her mouth and chomped down, savoring the sweet taste. As always, Vee was going to make her fat. "Vee, you're ganna ma'e me fath." Penelope told her friend, though she'd never admit it, with a mouth full of food. That was why she couldn't stay around Vee too long, she'd gain ten pounds within the first week of living with someone like her. She preferred living at the lab with the others, keeping her stomach full with ramen and other typical college type foods. "Stho..." Penelope began, swallowing the food in her mouth. "When exactly is the professor suppose to get here? Does anyone know?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion had been completely silent the entire time, content to just listen and nurse his own cup of tea. The warmth from the mug almost brought a smile out of the college student, but with surprisingly a large amount of self-control, he barely managed to not smile for 'no reason', opting instead to bring his cup up and take a nice, long, and quiet sip of the hot, amber liquid. As the conversation began to be sent into the direction of the missing professor, Orion finally glanced up, his sapphire blue eyes rather lazy and half-lidded. "No idea. I wasn't at the lab last night, so...maybe he got a date?" It was a random guess, but the professor was a lonely little man, so who knew? Maybe he did get a date, and had spent the night at his date's house. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. Some girls liked the nervous, old, and geeky type. Or not... "Maybe not. Anyone have his phone-number?" Orion finally flicked a wrist, and all of the marbles formed a sort of marching line, falling into his left hand, where he quickly pocketed the objects.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren't you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol' me?" Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man's upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place. "Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else," Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man's last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. "But, I can't give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~." He softly sang under his breath. Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn't do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name. Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. "Nope. Didn't see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?" Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Rather unfortunately for Emily, it seemed painfully obvious since their first meeting that someone was already trying to make moves on her. And also rather unfortunately for Emily, that someone was not someone she had the slightest interest in even getting too close to - a fact made poignant by his contributions from both sides of his body. Fortunately, they came from his perch on the couch and not right next to her. Still, she wasn't the type to be rude. "It took me 4 minutes and 52 seconds to walk here," she replied, having listened to "Children of the Moon" so many times that she knew its exact length. "I think I'm ok," she finished, giving him a small polite smile. Turning to listen to the conversation about the professor's whereabouts, she replied to Orion's question about his phone number. "I could find it," she offered. She was used to the intelligence thing but not quite used to the technology manipulation thing yet, but she still knew that it wouldn't be very hard to track down the professor's number in a matter of seconds via her phone.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy "I'm telling yeh, I searched the place top from bottom and the ol' scatterbrain wasn't to be seen." Taking a moment to lightly tap the spot where the whimsical candy lover had just popped out from. And with a smirk directed toward Felyse he spoke, "Yeah, well maybe yeh should try and improve yer aim a bit? No harm done though, I guess we're all learning still." Glancing around at all the new arrivals made the Irishman feel more at ease. Rohrbach wouldn't keep them all waiting in the cafe all night, would he? Maybe it was a social experiment, to see how we would all get along? Or maybe Ferghus was just over looking it. The somewhat distracted man shot a quick smile toward Emily"It would be worth a shot, yeah bird?" He responded quick to the idea that she could locate the number, or at the very least attempt to. Ferghus mind filled with memories of attempted phone calls to the professor before, not a single one found their way to his ears. Adjusting his green jacket and loose-fitting black tie, it was a style he loved, he head toward the pot to pour himself a nice steaming cup of black. Ferghus felt rather ashamed that he hadn't known so much about most of the other participants that hadn't decided to stay in the labs. So he made an effort to walk around chatting about menial things, gauging their personalities. The Irishman finally moseyed on back to the couch that he had earlier planted himself within and sat next to the rather snide looking Nick. Glancing around the cafe and its bustle Ferghus fixed his attention on the marching orbs that Orion was controlling before placing them back within a pocket. He had an idea for a little game to pass the time. In an obviously joking manner Ferghus spoke intended at Orion, "Hey porcupine head! Lets see if you can blast those marbles quicker than I can catch 'em. Oh and try and aim for the couch, don't wanna break nothing ya know?" Sure he was playing around, but deep down Ferghus wanted to test his ability, besides he and Orion had been going at it ever since they had first awakened their powers.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "If you boys are going to play with dangerous things, do it outside." Vee admonished, coming back into the room with more pie and coffee for the late arrivals. Sighing, she pulled the apron from around her neck and tossed it lazily back onto the counter, collapsing onto on of the free couches. She had forgotten to pour herself a cup of coffee, and she didn't feel like getting back up for one, so she settled for complaining. "I'm tired. I'm sure the professor will be here though, guys, we just have to be patient." She rolled to the side and just before she was laying completely down she shifted to her favorite form: a sleek black jaguar. A deep purr rumbled from her throat as she laid across the couch, her head resting on the arm. She continued purring until her far more sensitive animal nose picked up what her human nose had missed under the smells of coffee and sweets, and her purr turned into a a growl as she buried her nose in the cushion.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "Him? A date?" Penelope asked Orion, letting out an short chuckled. "That would be the day." She continued, shaking her head. "But seriously, I feel like I barely know the dude. I wish he'd talk to us a bit more..." She added. Penelope turned to look at Emily, hearing her offer. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nah, I think he'd just be annoyed by it. Better just to wait. I was just curious." She chuckled as she heard Ferghus call out to Orion and then Vee's addition. She lifted her arm, letting her hand snake through the obstacles between her and Vee and gave the black cat a few light pats. "Good kitty." She teased, laughing. "Anyone taking Richer this semester?" Penelope asked absentmindedly while petting Vee. "He was being super annoying in class today. Kept yelling about random stuff, as if we weren't listening. I mean, the dude's a lunatic." She complained, pulling her hand back.</s>	<\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion rather liked the thought of the mini-game, but he didn't let the orange-haired Irishman know that. Sitting back in his chair and mentally going over the things that have been said; mostly about the professor, the black-haired young man nodded and shrugged, all at the same time. Because he could do that. "I have a bunch of no-name teachers. It should be smooth sailing from here." His voice was as calm as ever, even as he ignored Vee's warnings and took out around twenty marbles. Rolling them onto the table, Orion tilted his head slightly, narrowing his crystal blue eyes. His voice was rather distracted as he talked. "Just slap him with an elongated boob. That'll show him." He flicked his finger, and smirked as five of the marbles suddenly blasted towards Felyse, only a little slower than a bullet. Orion leaned back and rose one finger, and five more marbles circulated the digit. With only a push of the mind, one more blasted forward, a bit faster than the other five. He trusted the other man's agility and reflexes, however. If he got hit? Well...that was on him. It's what he would've deserved for interrupting Orion's sleeping time...every....fucking...night at the lab. Orion's face broke out into a rather large, evil grin that only happened when he was thinking evil thoughts.</s>
<\|description\|>Emily Clarke Age: 22 Gender: Female Personality: Emily goes through life at a relaxed pace, even when everyone around her is in a rush. She leaves no page unturned and no decision unplanned, quietly confident in herself and those around her. She is very logical and doesn't bring attention to herself, yet she enjoys the finer things in life and is thus commonly seen wearing...well, things like in her picture. She practices tai chi and is known to meditate on occasion. All this doesn't mean she has no sense of humor, however; she's always searching for a song to sing and a laugh to share. Background: Emily had an idyllic upbringing, raised in the suburbs by an upper middle class family. She quickly decided to refuse financial assistance from anyone (especially her parents), viewing "old money" as undeserved. When old enough to work, she started from scratch, working anywhere that would hire her. A string of jobs including receptionist jobs, a long stint at Chipotle and the occasional modeling gig eventually earned her enough money to afford higher education, and she enrolled in college as soon as she could. Studying to become an architect, she now works a part-time job as a receptionist for the university. Although she has a steady flow of income, the lucrative nature of Project Olympia combined with her scientific "why not?" conclusion drew her to the experiment. Chosen Pill Color: Maroon Other: Emily can often be found with headphones on her ears. She usually serenades herself to the sweet sounds of the Alan Parsons Project, and enjoys singing despite never taking any lessons or being in choir.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends -The Fresh Pot, 5:45 PM- "Thank you, come again!" Veronica said happily as the customer left. She glanced around her shop, keeping an eye on everything. It was a modest place, room enough for a few tables and a comfortable sitting area with a circle of couches, but not much else. The main room was brightly lit though, and decorated with warm colors. She stood behind the small glass top counter in front of the door to the back room, which held the kitchen and storage area, and it was a little cramped. She glanced at the clock, noticing that it was just fifteen minutes to closing. She walked out from the counter to start cleaning up. "I'm sorry," She said to a woman she assumed went to the same college as her, "I'm closing soon, so I'm going to have to ask you to start wrapping up." As the girl nodded, Vee pulled a cleaning rag from the pocket of her apron and started wiping down the other table, humming softly as she worked. Nothing relaxed her more than taking care of her shop, and it was especially important because her friends were on their way. She walked over to the sitting area to make sure there wasn't any garbage there, then dragged a low, circular table into the middle of the couches so they would have somewhere to put their drinks and plates. "Hmmm..." she hummed absently, looking at the table. Suddenly struck by inspiration, she turned and grabbed a flower pot off one of the wall shelves and put it in the middle, rotating it slightly so the flower was facing the window. "Perfect."</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope made her way to the Fresh Pot, her phone in hand. She was rereading the Professor's email, hoping she had it right and wasn't coming too late or early. She'd just let her room at the Lab, the Professor nowhere to be seen. She'd even left her TV on. She didn't really mean to but it just... sort of happened. And by the time she remember, it was too late to go back. She was far too lazy for that. She put her phone back in her hoodie pocket and pulled out a cig and lit it, puffing as she walked down the street toward the cafe. She spotted Vee cleaning up the place, the closed sign already up. Chuckling to herself, she threw her cigarette into the nearby ash-tray trashcan and walked up to the door. Instead of knocking, Penelope pushed her face up to the glass and let out a heavy breath, a goofy grin on her face. Pulling up a hand, she slapped it against the glass and pulled it down, making an aweful screeching noise.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Vee stopped looking at the flower and stared at Penelope rubbing her window. Sighing, she thought about waiting until the girl decided to try actually opening the door, but decided she would probably just keep hitting the glass instead, so walked over and pushed it open. "The door's still unlocked you know." She said in mock frustration, "I can't actually lock it from the inside and still leave, it's the only way out." She stepped aside and let the older girl in. "If anyone else forgets how to open doors, would you be so kind as to let them in?" She asked, making her way back behind the counter and entering the back room.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe His powers were interesting. He noted this as he skated down the street, passing by Farview Hall - his previous place of rest. After the little...'power fiasco', Orion had decided to move into the lab, for quite a few reasons. For one, he could practice his powers, in peace, there without anyone bothering him or pissing themselves. Secondly, the professor didn't bother him, and he didn't bother the professor. It was a nice deal. Thirdly, there was quite a few rooms in the labs, one room in particular being rather interesting; it was an exercise room, and after he dusted it out, it turned out to be rather useful and efficient. He could stretch his telekinetic powers there as well as train his physical form. Good in every way. However, he had spent the previous night at a...'friend that was also a girl's' place deeper into the campus, which is why he had to haul all of his ass down to the Cafe to meet with the others. As he skidded along the street on his black and white skateboard, sparks flying as the young man expertly hit an olly over a rolling trashcan, Orion quickly spared a glance around. No one was around. Great. A smirk twitched onto his face, and with a mental twitch, Orion was literally flying through the air, a grin on his face as he did a nimble backflip through the air, his skateboard staying perfectly in-line with his feet. He landed lightly back on the board, his telekinesis keeping the skatting instrument flying through the air as he quickly made it to the entrance of the cafe. Before anyone could notice, Orion landed on the ground, behind some bushes, with a minor crash that broke his board in half. "Eh, whatever." He whispered, still under the adrenaline rush from his minor power-flight. Taming his long, spiky, and rather feathery hair, Orion dusted dirt off of his jeans and converse before quietly going around to the front of the cafe, and opening the door. The bell alerted others of his entrance, and Orion ducked into the small shop, crystal blue eyes gazing around calmly. The young man wore his usual college clothing; slim jeans, black and white Chuck Taylor sneakers, and an untucked white dress-shirt with a black, unbuttoned blazer over it. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing the black tattoo of a crow stretching along his right forearm. "Hey." Orion greeted, mostly out of necessity, the door closing behind him, almost subconsciously. It was a training technique him and the scientist professor man worked out a few days ago. If he affected things telekinetically, without even thinking or consciously doing it, his powers would grow stronger. Like a muscle.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "I didn't forget. I just wanted to freak you out. Didn't work it seems. You're no fun." Penelope tisked, shaking her head. She walked past the blonde and took a seat at one of the bigger tables. "Why do I have to do that? I just wanna sit..." Penelope whined, leaning back with her hands behind her neck. "By the way, do you know where the Professor is? He wasn't at the lab earlier..." She asked, closing her eyes to rest. It wasn't like she was really worried, it was more like she was just making conversation. She half opened one eye when she heard the bell of the door opening and closing as Orion walked in and said hey. "Hey, loser. 'Sup?" Penelope asked, closing her eyes again, relaxing once again. Then again, if she needed to open the door, she'd probably just use her powers. She had to admit, these powers were both a blessing and a curse. It did NOT help her problem with laziness.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Just about the time that the young ladies and man still clutching a skateboard began to mingle in the quaint, yet rather gorgeous and homely in its own way, cafe they are both caught somewhat off guard by a strange whizzing noise growing slightly louder and coming to an abrupt stop. An extended flash of green and orange ending just as abruptly, thankfully decelerated by a conveniently cushioned surface. A quick cursory glance or two reveals a twitching body clad in an open green jacket somewhat engulfed at the neck up by a delightfully soft couch. And another to tell that this person must have collided rather clumsily into the now destabilized table. Wrong place at the wrong time, at least, that is what someone would think about the poor flower pot's new location. The poor poor flower pot, just finding a new home, now about to crumble from the impact. However, as fast as the figure entered is about the time that passes for a reaction. And one would say just in time, for the shaggy orange haired man was suddenly on the floor clutching the delicate pottery. "Hey there birds, looks like I'm not even the first here." The student who is now easily determined as Ferghus Gilroy stands in the center of the cafe. He makes an amiable nod towards Orion and smiles warmly "This one stays between us, yeh?" He lets out a little smirk.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion paused from where he had been standing by the door, hands resting in his pockets. "...Yeah, alright Gilroy." He stated in a deadbeat voice, mentally wondering what possessed the other man to make such a potentially disastrous entrance. With a shrug, Orion began heading towards the others, passing by the table and the orange-haired man, and sitting in a seat near Penelope. He was mentally hoping the 'meeting' could start soon, as there was a few things that he wanted to bring up. Well, more like one thing, but, eh, either way it goes, it was kind of important. As he waited, Orion propped his head up on a fist, while his other hand - his left one - rested on the table. at least fifty black marbles rose from out of his pocket, rotating through the air, before each of them lined up on the table, in a completely symmetrical line. Orion nudged one, and it suddenly blasted forward like a bullet, zooming past Gilroy's head and nimbly lodging itself into the keyhole of the shop's door. It then blasted out of the hole and back into the line of marbles. Orion smirked, and all fifty marbles rose into the air, a few inches above the table, forming into a large middle finger, before they were shifted and formed a crow taking flight. He often did this when he was alone- it helped him better his reflexes and agility with his telekinesis, and it was a nice way to pass time.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope's eyes widened as Ferghus made his entrance. "Well, that was subtle..." She murmured, shaking her head slightly. To his question, she shrugged. "That's Vee's business, not mine." She explained in matter of fact way. Realizing that Orion had ignored her, she turned her head slightly to glare at him. "Hey! Don't ignore me, loser!" She called out, hitting Orion on the shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to really start anything, but it wasn't a tap either. "I'm trying to make conversation here, doofus!" She told him, putting a scowl on her face. After a while, she chuckled slightly. "You should stop playing with your small balls and socialize." She joked, raising a brow at him. "Anyway, 'Sup with you, Ginger?" Penelope asked, turning back to look at Ferghus.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Even with the enhanced reflexes that came with the pill the doc gave him Ferghus was still surprised with the dire speed at which the marble whizzed past him. With a look of astonishment that quickly turned into a smirk he spoke directing himself towards the others, "This is a lovely little shop, it'd really be a shame if you had hit the panes, you wouldn't wanna hurt poor old Vee's lively hood now would ya? Ehh, I guess there is no helping it." Ferghus quickly took a seat on the couch that he had been planted head first in earlier and spoke again, this time directed at Penelope "Oh you know, guess you could say I've been running circles around yeh smokes, but in all seriousness,'fraid I'm a bit worried about the doc, wasn't even around the labs, and now that I think of it, neither were you Striphe. You two plotting something we should know about?" The relaxed man finally spotted a glance towards Veronica, clearly he and Orion have been driving each other bananas in the lab, and gave another warm smile, a gesture that he often resorts to.</s>	<\|message\|>Emily Clarke "Pay no attention to the writing on the wall. The words seem empty 'cause there's nothing there at all." The smooth sounds of the Alan Parsons Project filled Emily's ears as she walked down the street. She walked at a relaxed pace but with purpose, eager to chat with her new friends from the Project, as she generally called it. As she listened to the album she had heard so many times before, she considered how the others had reacted to their pills' effects. After she had taken her own maroon pill, there had been no discomfort. All that she had felt was surprise that suddenly she understood more than she had before. Of course, when she discovered the other side effect it was a little different. It's hard to remain calm when you think about wanting food and your TV turns on that instant and flips to the Food Network. Unfortunately for Emily, all of these thoughts occurred very quickly and no noticeable amount of time had passed. No matter, though; the cafe was just around the corner. Reaching the entrance just as "Children of the Moon" concluded, she paused the album from her phone, put her headphones around her neck and entered the Fresh Pot in a way 100% opposite from the Irishman's moments earlier. Opening the door and walking in, she beheld the four that were already there. "Hey!" she said to everybody/nobody in particular, and sat down at the table with Penelope and Orion after giving a glancing smile to Ferghus on the couch. "I see nobody's died yet," she remarked jokingly.</s>
<\|description\|>Emily Clarke Age: 22 Gender: Female Personality: Emily goes through life at a relaxed pace, even when everyone around her is in a rush. She leaves no page unturned and no decision unplanned, quietly confident in herself and those around her. She is very logical and doesn't bring attention to herself, yet she enjoys the finer things in life and is thus commonly seen wearing...well, things like in her picture. She practices tai chi and is known to meditate on occasion. All this doesn't mean she has no sense of humor, however; she's always searching for a song to sing and a laugh to share. Background: Emily had an idyllic upbringing, raised in the suburbs by an upper middle class family. She quickly decided to refuse financial assistance from anyone (especially her parents), viewing "old money" as undeserved. When old enough to work, she started from scratch, working anywhere that would hire her. A string of jobs including receptionist jobs, a long stint at Chipotle and the occasional modeling gig eventually earned her enough money to afford higher education, and she enrolled in college as soon as she could. Studying to become an architect, she now works a part-time job as a receptionist for the university. Although she has a steady flow of income, the lucrative nature of Project Olympia combined with her scientific "why not?" conclusion drew her to the experiment. Chosen Pill Color: Maroon Other: Emily can often be found with headphones on her ears. She usually serenades herself to the sweet sounds of the Alan Parsons Project, and enjoys singing despite never taking any lessons or being in choir.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy With a sigh that seemed to be a mix of relief and yet a feeling of hopelessness for his comrades Ferghus removed his arms from behind his head, placing a single amiable arm around the new arrival's shoulder he spoke, as if to ignore Nick's earlier name game, "Those are bad for yeh little Nicky, get outta it." With a friendly pat on the antagonist's back the Irishman stood up, nodding to Felyse so as to say, "One moment" "But if it isn't too much trouble Vee, I could go for a nice hot pot of black." Relinquishing another typical grin he scanned the room again and finally to the boy dangling below him. With a shrug Ferghus spoke in a rather hushed tone, "One of these days yer gonna open up right below meh there Felyse. And yeh can't help but freak me out all the time can yeh?" Finally he lowered himself to the cafe floor in order to grasp the younger boy's arm. "Yeh know I don't like candy." He spoke so that only the boy half-way intersected by the floor could hear him. As if to no one in particular Ferghus spoke again, reiterating his statement about the professor, "Now that more of us are here, the doc hasn't been around lately, which strikes me as odd. Now I'm not such the type to worry, but I've never seen 'im leave beyont." adding with a shrug, "Ehh, there's nothing for it."</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Veronica's voice wafted from the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" She said, and a few moments later backed out of the door, balancing several plates on her forearms and hands. She walked carefully so as not to drop them, and laid them on the counter before reaching for a fresh pot of coffee. She grabbed several large mugs on her way out from behind the counter and set them down on the table between the couches. "Here we go," She said, pouring the black liquid into each mug. She set each mug in front of someone, crossing the room to give one to Penelope, then returned to the main table with a basket of cream and sugar. "You know I don't serve alcohol here, Nick. This is a Cafe, not a bar." She reprimanded, going back for the plates. One by one, she placed a fresh slice of black and blueberry pie in front of everyone. "There," She said smiling. "I just took it out of the oven, so it's still a bit hot. Let me know what you think."</s> <\|message\|>Dominic Sinclair Dominic's eyes flew open, the ceiling of his dorm greeting him. He instantly realized that his "twenty minute nap" lasted a lot longer than he expected. Dominic rolled over, put on his glasses, and glanced at the alarm clock that sat upon the squat fridge next to his bed. 5:50. Shit. Not only did he sleep through PolySci, but he guessed he was going to be the last one down at the Fresh Pot. Still he just layed in bed, the events in the recent past playing over again in his mind. A smile slowly spread on his face, he had signed up for a medical trial and received superpowers. It was pretty awesome, and went a lot better than Dominic expected it to. After reminiscing for a few moments Dom rose from his bed and freshened up a bit and grabbed his phone and earbuds before heading out the door. Dominic exited the Taggart Complex and immediately set off towards the Fresh Pot. While other's had taken the professor's offer to bunk at the lab, Dominic had insisted on remaining on campus. His deadbeat roomie had finally dropped out, meaning (at least for this semester) he had their double space all to himself. After a short walk he finally arrived at his destination, but looking in the window he saw his hunch of being one of the lasts ones to arrive was correct. Vee was already passing out snacks to Penelope, Orion, Ferghus, Emily, and Felyse. Even Nick had decided to grace the cafe with his presence. "Heeeeey everybody," Dominic said as he walked in the door, "Looks like the whole famn damily is almost here!" He made his way over to the couches, and settled into one that wasn't currently occupied by Ferghus and Nick. "Vee, if its not too much trouble could I get set up with some of that coffee you're handing everyone else?"</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather had been dreading the encounter all day. The reminder was there in the back of her mind during her morning run, through all her classes, through the lunch she barely touched. Amy and Jessica had noticed her quietness angry silence, assumed she was just PMSing and did not try to stir her from her mood. It was probably better that way, there was no way they would understand and heather couldn't half believe it herself. They parted at three, Heather trying not to appear bothered by her friends' departure to the training annex Instead, she started toward apartment 214 to wait out the remainder of her time until the big meeting. There was much Heather was not looking forward at this meeting, it seems unlike the rest of the gang, Heather was not very thrilled to have this "gift" forced on her. It was the sensation that alerted Heather to something being wrong the night after she took the little red pill. There was a sensation in her chest, like a powerful pulsing. Then the currents had spread through her body, it felt like hot insects crawling under her skin. In a panic, Heather had tried to call someone for help. The moment her hand grasped her white and gold smartphone, it was drained of all its battery life and it felt as if Heather had fed the pulsing in her chest. Then an explosion of electricity appeared from her finger tips, shattering glass across the room and making the air heavy with the energy. The good doctor tried to explain to Heather what she became, and what he expected of her but the moment he told Heather he would not change her back; she gave in to her temper and would hear nothing more of his experiment. It didn't help that this crazy doctor kept dropping words like "Fate" and "hero" and that he expected Heather to fight crime. She told Doc to "fuck off" and stormed out of the lab. That was days ago. Heather reflected back on that day and her outburst as she walked toward "The Fresh Pot." She was a little ashamed to fly off the handle like she did, but Heather still felt so unsure about this new power. She hadn't used it since it surfaced, going to great lengths to avoid anything that would give her a charge. Heather had ignored all of Rohrbach's calls and emails for a number of reasons. But when Heather chanced the safety of her laptop and saw email about the meeting, she knew she had to attend. Heather walked into the Fresh Pot, sunglasses still over her eyes, and notices she is one of the last to arrive. "Hello everyone." Heather fixes the crowd with a polite smile, which was an improvement compared to her behavior at the last meeting. She found a seat at a table on the edge of the group, still unsure where she fit or if she was welcome. They all seem so over the moon about this project, Heather couldn't see why. She felt the sensation under her skin again, but Heather clasp her hands together and ignored it.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright With quite a bit to take in all at once, Penelope sort of glanced about the room, trying take it all in at once. Ferg's reply, Emily's entrance and remark, Felyse's more interesting entrance, Nick's sleezebag side showing, Ferg's question about Rohrbach, Vee's coffee and pie, Dominic's entrance, and Heather's rather surprisingly nice greeting. "I'm not sure where the professor is, Ferg, or what sort of plot he's scheming now." She replied, sipping the coffee placed before her between breaths. "Oh, and hey everyone. Heather, you're looking much better today. Now that you're inside, wanna show us those pretty eyes and take off your sunglasses? It's kinda rude, yanno." She spoke, turning to face the blonde. She, despite her tone, had a slight smile on her face. Chuckling to herself, she sat back and picked up her fork, digging into the pie. She pulled the delicious hunk of sugar to her mouth and chomped down, savoring the sweet taste. As always, Vee was going to make her fat. "Vee, you're ganna ma'e me fath." Penelope told her friend, though she'd never admit it, with a mouth full of food. That was why she couldn't stay around Vee too long, she'd gain ten pounds within the first week of living with someone like her. She preferred living at the lab with the others, keeping her stomach full with ramen and other typical college type foods. "Stho..." Penelope began, swallowing the food in her mouth. "When exactly is the professor suppose to get here? Does anyone know?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion had been completely silent the entire time, content to just listen and nurse his own cup of tea. The warmth from the mug almost brought a smile out of the college student, but with surprisingly a large amount of self-control, he barely managed to not smile for 'no reason', opting instead to bring his cup up and take a nice, long, and quiet sip of the hot, amber liquid. As the conversation began to be sent into the direction of the missing professor, Orion finally glanced up, his sapphire blue eyes rather lazy and half-lidded. "No idea. I wasn't at the lab last night, so...maybe he got a date?" It was a random guess, but the professor was a lonely little man, so who knew? Maybe he did get a date, and had spent the night at his date's house. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. Some girls liked the nervous, old, and geeky type. Or not... "Maybe not. Anyone have his phone-number?" Orion finally flicked a wrist, and all of the marbles formed a sort of marching line, falling into his left hand, where he quickly pocketed the objects.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren't you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol' me?" Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man's upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place. "Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else," Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man's last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. "But, I can't give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~." He softly sang under his breath. Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn't do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name. Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. "Nope. Didn't see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?" Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.</s>	<\|message\|>Emily Clarke Rather unfortunately for Emily, it seemed painfully obvious since their first meeting that someone was already trying to make moves on her. And also rather unfortunately for Emily, that someone was not someone she had the slightest interest in even getting too close to - a fact made poignant by his contributions from both sides of his body. Fortunately, they came from his perch on the couch and not right next to her. Still, she wasn't the type to be rude. "It took me 4 minutes and 52 seconds to walk here," she replied, having listened to "Children of the Moon" so many times that she knew its exact length. "I think I'm ok," she finished, giving him a small polite smile. Turning to listen to the conversation about the professor's whereabouts, she replied to Orion's question about his phone number. "I could find it," she offered. She was used to the intelligence thing but not quite used to the technology manipulation thing yet, but she still knew that it wouldn't be very hard to track down the professor's number in a matter of seconds via her phone.</s>
<\|description\|>Emily Clarke Age: 22 Gender: Female Personality: Emily goes through life at a relaxed pace, even when everyone around her is in a rush. She leaves no page unturned and no decision unplanned, quietly confident in herself and those around her. She is very logical and doesn't bring attention to herself, yet she enjoys the finer things in life and is thus commonly seen wearing...well, things like in her picture. She practices tai chi and is known to meditate on occasion. All this doesn't mean she has no sense of humor, however; she's always searching for a song to sing and a laugh to share. Background: Emily had an idyllic upbringing, raised in the suburbs by an upper middle class family. She quickly decided to refuse financial assistance from anyone (especially her parents), viewing "old money" as undeserved. When old enough to work, she started from scratch, working anywhere that would hire her. A string of jobs including receptionist jobs, a long stint at Chipotle and the occasional modeling gig eventually earned her enough money to afford higher education, and she enrolled in college as soon as she could. Studying to become an architect, she now works a part-time job as a receptionist for the university. Although she has a steady flow of income, the lucrative nature of Project Olympia combined with her scientific "why not?" conclusion drew her to the experiment. Chosen Pill Color: Maroon Other: Emily can often be found with headphones on her ears. She usually serenades herself to the sweet sounds of the Alan Parsons Project, and enjoys singing despite never taking any lessons or being in choir.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Oooh, making costumes already? Do mine, too!" Felyse spoke up from his spot on the couch – the one that was in front of the giant computer screen where he watched the other's playing Halo – and looked up from his bag of ranch Doritos he was once so focused on. Tossing the chips to the side, he crawled his way to the back of the couch, resting his head against the palm of his hands, as he watched Penelope work her magic around the sewing machine. "I want a black hoodie with lime green patterns. Same thing with my mask; although, something that covers my whole head and faceless." Unconsciously, Felyse combed the strands of hair beneath his chosen hat-of-the-day with a hand. White with red tips – his hair stood out more than what his envisioned hero outfit ever would be. Like a watermelon snow cone amidst the tundra. There was always the option of dyeing, buuuuut that would be an attack on his individuality… also, his lazy side was opting out. As an extra precaution – and a security blanket – he got a brand new hat all picked out for mission impossible; although, truthfully, the headgear was more for aesthetic effect than anything else. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched his teammates going about. He grabbed the bag of chips and munched away. Research he could do, but planning away was a no-go; so he left that task to his more methodical comrades. "By the way, anyone got any heroic names all planned out?"</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily put her XBox controller down and turned around to look at Penelope, chuckling at her military uniform suggestion. "I don't need anything flashy," she replied. "As long as it's a comfortable, pretty dress, I'll be happy. I trust your fashion sense." She thought a moment. "Though, it could be flashy if everyone else's is," she opined. "I do like Tony Bowls." Turning to Felyse, she said, "Being hyperintelligent doesn't mean I'm hyper creative too," she replied with a chuckle. "The name is always the hardest part - not even superpowers can change that." Keeping her ears open for replies or new conversations from anyone in the room, Emily picked up her controller and turned her attention back to Halo.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled, hearing Felyse ask her to do his. "I will, I will!" She called out, smiling. She nodded to him when he told her what he wanted and stopped what she was doing to write it all down. Black hoodie, lime green patterns... full mask. She nodded her head at her notes and then turned back to her work space to begin working on her own mask. Penelope lifted a brow at Emily's remarks and chuckled. "Nah, I wasn't really going for flashing. Pretty normal, actually. Sort of like, they could pass for normal outfits only... with a mask to hide our faces. You just can't wear that specific outfit in public..." She explained, trailing off a bit. Hearing Emily reply to Felyse, Penelope decided to chime in as well. "I'm with Emily. I have no idea what to call myself. Elasti-Girl? Stretchy Chick? Rubber Lady? I'm... terrible at names. I mean, I can hardly name the characters in my works for school, much less as a nickname for myself." She replied, shaking her head as she heated plastic with a lighter to try and bend it to the shape of her face. "So, yeah. I got nothing. What about you, Portal Boy? Maybe we should call you Chel? What's a feminine version of Chel? Chad?" She offered jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Victoria suddenly spoke up. "Hey, if we're talking outfits, I want something sleek and black, with a simple eye mask." She covered her eyes with her hands, leaving holes between her fingers for her eyes. "Something that'll lead perfectly into my panther form. Oh, maybe I could be 'Black Cat'! Oh, wait, that doesn't make sense when I shift to something else, does it? Maybe just 'Dark Shift' then?" She went back to sketching in her notebook. She had a rough outline of a female figure already, with shaded areas that showed she was wearing a skin tight black suit. "But, I don't know if I'd be able to go out in public dressed like that."</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Portal Boy, Chel, Chad - Call me whatever you want. Might be fun to see every villain search for every Chad and Chel in this city." Felyse grinned at Penelope, balancing the bags of chips on one leg. "Names shouldn't be too hard. Just add Captain or some other nifty title in front of a noun and - voila! - you got something! Captain Elastic sounds fitting, no? Or iDoctor for Ems?" Lazily, he reached for the extra XBox controller next to Emilia. "Psssst, iDoctor, let me join in." "Ooooh, how about Lady Chimera, Vee? It's a dark and sexy name... or is it so sexy that it sounds villainous?" He tilted his hat way from his face and scratched his chin in thought. "Wait, won't your suit tear apart if you shift into something a big as a wildebeest?" He asked and turned to Vee, raising an eyebrow almost teasingly. "You might as well be better off wearing a bikini. Might even scare a few scofflaws."</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Scoring a double kill, Emily didn't turn from the screen but listened to the conversations around her. "Elastigirl might have a problem with you using Elasti-Girl, Penelope," she called out jokingly. Glancing over at Felyse, she grinned as she remarked, "I'm just going to call you Chel anyway." Her face changed to one of mock repulsion as Felyse gave suggestions. "An Apple product? Please, spare me," she replied. Grabbing the extra XBox controller before Felyse could and waving it teasingly in front of his face, she said "You can play if iDoctor goes away" with a smile indicating she was thoroughly enjoying herself but still serious about the name. "I like Chimera though," she admitted, turning back to the screen holding out the other controller for Felyse to grab while resuming play herself with one hand. "Without the 'Lady' in front of it, I think it suits Vee nicely."</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled listening to the other talk. She, of course, had written down what the others had asked of her and was busy working on everything. By tomorrow she'd have at least two or three of them done. "Hey, I like iDoctor. It's funny even if it doesn't suit you. Then again, I'm terribad at names so the most creative thing I've got is Tech Girl. And Elastigirl can kiss my ass. I'm real, she's not. Not that I wanted to use that name anyway. Though I feel like if I call myself Captain Rubber people will make jokes I don't want them making." She spoke, snorting at her last statement. "And I agree with Emily. Chimera is a nice name for ya, Vee. It fits. Wild and crazy beast." Penelope poked fun at Vee, sticking her tongue out at the friend. She finished up her mask and set it aside to dry before working on Emily's suit. Her plan for Emily was a short red-dress accented with black lace and an ornate black belt. That is, if she could spare the concentration to make it look nice. For now, she set to work drawing up the plan. "I'm working on yours next Emily, if you want to have a look at the designs." Penelope offered, bent over the work desk drawing over a sheet of paper. Penelope had long since stripped herself of the limited fabric of her jeans and was now in a large sweater and sweatpants. The sweat pants her hiked up to her knees as she liked it that way, no matter how silly it made her look. "What about Mrs. Universe? Since Emily can sort of know anything at the top of a hat. Eh... it might not fit..." She offered, biting her lip a bit as she thought some more.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather was seated on one of the forgotten couches, her feet curled under her and her body was slightly hunch over a large smartphone resting in her lap. She swipes halfheartedly through through an endless feed of photos and self involved statuses from her friends and classmates. Even if she seem totally involved in her phone, Heather's mind was more concern with the upcoming mission. She tried examine the situation with a calmness that Heather was used to, but there was still a small feeling of fear. With a sigh, Heather tries to focus on the chatter around her. This should be the fun part, the part were the ragtag group designs a identity for themselves. Costumes wold be created, and names will be decided in an effort to complete the illusion of heroism. Heather peeks up from her screen to observe the group grow more involved with giving out names. She does speak up with any ideas of her own, but she instead thinks up possible names for herself. Given her ability, Heather would have plenty of names to pick from. Bolt and Surge would not do, and sparks just sounded lame. "Maybe voltage." Heather speaks out, mostly to herself but also to whoever happen to be listening in the room. "I kinda like voltage, could tack a 'Mis.' Or 'lady."" She says with a shrug.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "I like the dark motif though. I think I'll go with 'Dark Chimera'. Has a nice, mysterious ring to it." Vee put the finishing touches on her sketch and passed it to Penelope. "Here, what do you think?" The outfit was simple, a tight, form fitting black suit covered the body, complete with gloves and boots. The mask was equally economic, just a black eye mask to hid her identity. There were, however, two extravagant details to the costume, a trailing sewn in scarf and a utility belt of sorts around the waist. Her measurements were penned into the corner of the drawing. "Hey, how about 'Blue bolt'? You know, like that old saying? I think that might fit you." Vee pushed away from the table in her rolling chair and spun across the room, obviously having fun with this whole idea.</s>	<\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily scored a Killtrocity, ending the Halo match. As the next match loaded, she put her controller down once more and got up to go look at Penelope's drawings. "Well, I like Miss Universe better than iDoctor," she chuckled. Reaching Penelope's table, Emily peered over the elastic female's sketches. "Ooh, that's nice," she remarked. "I like it! Especially the lace. See, I knew I could trust your fashion sense," she concluded with a friendly grin. While she was at it, she took a look at some of the drawings for the others, including the one Vee had just put on the table. "We're going to be quite the varied group," she remarked absentmindedly and walked back to her place in front of the TV. Jumping back into the match, she also commented on Heather's name suggestions. "Lady Voltage isn't bad," she said. "You could do something with Lightning too."</s>
<\|description\|>Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: "Never judge a books by its cover" is a well-applied saying but, with Felyse, he is exactly as he appears. Whimsical and overly-eccentric, he is a kid at heart and impulsive to boot. He is, without a doubt, a teen with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits [WARNING: Reverse psychology might just backfire. Maybe. Maybe not]. With an easy-going attitude, he tackles any situation with an optimistic view and a bundle of playful insights. However, this positive attitude can easily be a double-edged sword as he can be seen as naïve, innocent, or too idealistic. He refuses to think things through or even the consequences of his actions. As a rule he follows, he shall have no regrets. He shall call out "YOLO." Background: Felyse was a free spirit, having a rather lax upbringing in a simple home. He was mostly left to his own device ever since his parents took one look at their recently-turned-goth daughter, then at their son's purple bunny-eared hat, and went "NOPE, can't handle this." His parents encourage exploration and free will, and expected nothing out of him. Chained down with neither expectations nor dreams, he is struck with the ideal of finding passion and happiness. The second child to a relatively normal family, Felyse like to consider himself a "jack-of-all-trade." Majoring in the undecided, Felyse tried his hands at various skills, only to – all too often – lose interest in any skill he pursues after a few weeks. Cooking, sports, dancing, drama – he had been through it all as he stride through clubs like some home invader exploring for prospective wealth; although, he occasionally revisit these skills at a later date, leading to a very varied shallow skill set. It wasn't long before he finally dipped his hands in gambling, easily drawn into the idea of earning thousands of dollars within a single game and losing the clothes on your back with a simple toss of a coin. Eventually, as time went by, he took it as a source of entertainment, losing and winning on a whim with a smile on his face. His earnings were never steady; his wallet filled with either a wad of cash for a day or a piece of lint for a whole month since he never takes gambling seriously – or have the slightest idea of budgeting. He was more than happy to act as a guinea pig for the good professor when Rohrbach approached him with Project Olympia. Who's gonna turn down the chance of free drugs, getting paid along the way? That green lime-looking pill is looking rather tempting… Chosen Pill Color: Lime green Other: Felyse is a pretty dated guy, using words that are equally as dated like "bodacious" or "hodgepodge." He has an admiration for cinema and movies from all decades. Watching black-and-white films are his greatest pleasure as well as wearing hats of various designs. He's never seen without some form of headgear.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy With a sigh that seemed to be a mix of relief and yet a feeling of hopelessness for his comrades Ferghus removed his arms from behind his head, placing a single amiable arm around the new arrival's shoulder he spoke, as if to ignore Nick's earlier name game, "Those are bad for yeh little Nicky, get outta it." With a friendly pat on the antagonist's back the Irishman stood up, nodding to Felyse so as to say, "One moment" "But if it isn't too much trouble Vee, I could go for a nice hot pot of black." Relinquishing another typical grin he scanned the room again and finally to the boy dangling below him. With a shrug Ferghus spoke in a rather hushed tone, "One of these days yer gonna open up right below meh there Felyse. And yeh can't help but freak me out all the time can yeh?" Finally he lowered himself to the cafe floor in order to grasp the younger boy's arm. "Yeh know I don't like candy." He spoke so that only the boy half-way intersected by the floor could hear him. As if to no one in particular Ferghus spoke again, reiterating his statement about the professor, "Now that more of us are here, the doc hasn't been around lately, which strikes me as odd. Now I'm not such the type to worry, but I've never seen 'im leave beyont." adding with a shrug, "Ehh, there's nothing for it."</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Veronica's voice wafted from the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" She said, and a few moments later backed out of the door, balancing several plates on her forearms and hands. She walked carefully so as not to drop them, and laid them on the counter before reaching for a fresh pot of coffee. She grabbed several large mugs on her way out from behind the counter and set them down on the table between the couches. "Here we go," She said, pouring the black liquid into each mug. She set each mug in front of someone, crossing the room to give one to Penelope, then returned to the main table with a basket of cream and sugar. "You know I don't serve alcohol here, Nick. This is a Cafe, not a bar." She reprimanded, going back for the plates. One by one, she placed a fresh slice of black and blueberry pie in front of everyone. "There," She said smiling. "I just took it out of the oven, so it's still a bit hot. Let me know what you think."</s> <\|message\|>Dominic Sinclair Dominic's eyes flew open, the ceiling of his dorm greeting him. He instantly realized that his "twenty minute nap" lasted a lot longer than he expected. Dominic rolled over, put on his glasses, and glanced at the alarm clock that sat upon the squat fridge next to his bed. 5:50. Shit. Not only did he sleep through PolySci, but he guessed he was going to be the last one down at the Fresh Pot. Still he just layed in bed, the events in the recent past playing over again in his mind. A smile slowly spread on his face, he had signed up for a medical trial and received superpowers. It was pretty awesome, and went a lot better than Dominic expected it to. After reminiscing for a few moments Dom rose from his bed and freshened up a bit and grabbed his phone and earbuds before heading out the door. Dominic exited the Taggart Complex and immediately set off towards the Fresh Pot. While other's had taken the professor's offer to bunk at the lab, Dominic had insisted on remaining on campus. His deadbeat roomie had finally dropped out, meaning (at least for this semester) he had their double space all to himself. After a short walk he finally arrived at his destination, but looking in the window he saw his hunch of being one of the lasts ones to arrive was correct. Vee was already passing out snacks to Penelope, Orion, Ferghus, Emily, and Felyse. Even Nick had decided to grace the cafe with his presence. "Heeeeey everybody," Dominic said as he walked in the door, "Looks like the whole famn damily is almost here!" He made his way over to the couches, and settled into one that wasn't currently occupied by Ferghus and Nick. "Vee, if its not too much trouble could I get set up with some of that coffee you're handing everyone else?"</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather had been dreading the encounter all day. The reminder was there in the back of her mind during her morning run, through all her classes, through the lunch she barely touched. Amy and Jessica had noticed her quietness angry silence, assumed she was just PMSing and did not try to stir her from her mood. It was probably better that way, there was no way they would understand and heather couldn't half believe it herself. They parted at three, Heather trying not to appear bothered by her friends' departure to the training annex Instead, she started toward apartment 214 to wait out the remainder of her time until the big meeting. There was much Heather was not looking forward at this meeting, it seems unlike the rest of the gang, Heather was not very thrilled to have this "gift" forced on her. It was the sensation that alerted Heather to something being wrong the night after she took the little red pill. There was a sensation in her chest, like a powerful pulsing. Then the currents had spread through her body, it felt like hot insects crawling under her skin. In a panic, Heather had tried to call someone for help. The moment her hand grasped her white and gold smartphone, it was drained of all its battery life and it felt as if Heather had fed the pulsing in her chest. Then an explosion of electricity appeared from her finger tips, shattering glass across the room and making the air heavy with the energy. The good doctor tried to explain to Heather what she became, and what he expected of her but the moment he told Heather he would not change her back; she gave in to her temper and would hear nothing more of his experiment. It didn't help that this crazy doctor kept dropping words like "Fate" and "hero" and that he expected Heather to fight crime. She told Doc to "fuck off" and stormed out of the lab. That was days ago. Heather reflected back on that day and her outburst as she walked toward "The Fresh Pot." She was a little ashamed to fly off the handle like she did, but Heather still felt so unsure about this new power. She hadn't used it since it surfaced, going to great lengths to avoid anything that would give her a charge. Heather had ignored all of Rohrbach's calls and emails for a number of reasons. But when Heather chanced the safety of her laptop and saw email about the meeting, she knew she had to attend. Heather walked into the Fresh Pot, sunglasses still over her eyes, and notices she is one of the last to arrive. "Hello everyone." Heather fixes the crowd with a polite smile, which was an improvement compared to her behavior at the last meeting. She found a seat at a table on the edge of the group, still unsure where she fit or if she was welcome. They all seem so over the moon about this project, Heather couldn't see why. She felt the sensation under her skin again, but Heather clasp her hands together and ignored it.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright With quite a bit to take in all at once, Penelope sort of glanced about the room, trying take it all in at once. Ferg's reply, Emily's entrance and remark, Felyse's more interesting entrance, Nick's sleezebag side showing, Ferg's question about Rohrbach, Vee's coffee and pie, Dominic's entrance, and Heather's rather surprisingly nice greeting. "I'm not sure where the professor is, Ferg, or what sort of plot he's scheming now." She replied, sipping the coffee placed before her between breaths. "Oh, and hey everyone. Heather, you're looking much better today. Now that you're inside, wanna show us those pretty eyes and take off your sunglasses? It's kinda rude, yanno." She spoke, turning to face the blonde. She, despite her tone, had a slight smile on her face. Chuckling to herself, she sat back and picked up her fork, digging into the pie. She pulled the delicious hunk of sugar to her mouth and chomped down, savoring the sweet taste. As always, Vee was going to make her fat. "Vee, you're ganna ma'e me fath." Penelope told her friend, though she'd never admit it, with a mouth full of food. That was why she couldn't stay around Vee too long, she'd gain ten pounds within the first week of living with someone like her. She preferred living at the lab with the others, keeping her stomach full with ramen and other typical college type foods. "Stho..." Penelope began, swallowing the food in her mouth. "When exactly is the professor suppose to get here? Does anyone know?"</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion had been completely silent the entire time, content to just listen and nurse his own cup of tea. The warmth from the mug almost brought a smile out of the college student, but with surprisingly a large amount of self-control, he barely managed to not smile for 'no reason', opting instead to bring his cup up and take a nice, long, and quiet sip of the hot, amber liquid. As the conversation began to be sent into the direction of the missing professor, Orion finally glanced up, his sapphire blue eyes rather lazy and half-lidded. "No idea. I wasn't at the lab last night, so...maybe he got a date?" It was a random guess, but the professor was a lonely little man, so who knew? Maybe he did get a date, and had spent the night at his date's house. It wouldn't surprise him, honestly. Some girls liked the nervous, old, and geeky type. Or not... "Maybe not. Anyone have his phone-number?" Orion finally flicked a wrist, and all of the marbles formed a sort of marching line, falling into his left hand, where he quickly pocketed the objects.</s>	<\|message\|>Age: 19 "You better get used to it with my portals going all willy-nilly. Aren't you going to be a hero? How could you be so shaken by little ol' me?" Felyse lightly teased, raising an eyebrow in smug mischief as Ferghus grabbed him by the arm. In return, the young man latched onto the Irish man's upper arm and began to pull. One, two, and three – Voila! A soft, almost cartoonish, pop could be heard as Felyse was hauled right outta there. Once the messily tied laces of his boots were released from imprisonment, the portal quickly melted away only to be replaced by the wooden flooring that had been there originally. No scars, no scratches - it was almost like a man-sized hole had never been there in the first place. "Thanks, bud. If candy is a no-go, then I guess I owe you something else," Felyse threw his arms up into the air and stretched, his fists clenched. He took the red-head man's last statement as a challenge. Chuckling under his breath, he gave the older man a friendly slap on the back, hopping away. "But, I can't give up on converting you to the dandy land of candy just yet~." He softly sang under his breath. Upon looking at the occupants of the room as well as the newly arrived, he flashed them a warm smile and a wave as gestures of acknowledgement. He hopped right over the table where Heather, Emily, Orion, and Penelope was at, and took a seat right next to Heather. It wouldn't do to sit on the couches since Nick made a point of making it his own territory with his gastrointestinal tract. Besides, slices of black and blueberry pie were already situated quite nicely on the table by the courtesy of Vee. It was calling his name. Sitting back against the chair, the young man tilted his head toward Penelope, a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. "Nope. Didn't see him at all, neither hair nor nail. He didn't became an old man hermit in that lab again, did he?" Felyse asked nonchalantly, scooping up a large piece of his berry desert with his spoon. He shoved the whole thing into his mouth and chewed in contemplation… only to start piling in more of the sugary substances by the spoonful. Juicy sweetness flowed through his veins. He quickly shook his head at Orion's question. Usually it was the good professor who does the contacting, not the other way around. Besides, the scientist was only a few meters away if they ever needed something, often found holed up in his laboratory of doom.</s>
<\|description\|>Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: "Never judge a books by its cover" is a well-applied saying but, with Felyse, he is exactly as he appears. Whimsical and overly-eccentric, he is a kid at heart and impulsive to boot. He is, without a doubt, a teen with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits [WARNING: Reverse psychology might just backfire. Maybe. Maybe not]. With an easy-going attitude, he tackles any situation with an optimistic view and a bundle of playful insights. However, this positive attitude can easily be a double-edged sword as he can be seen as naïve, innocent, or too idealistic. He refuses to think things through or even the consequences of his actions. As a rule he follows, he shall have no regrets. He shall call out "YOLO." Background: Felyse was a free spirit, having a rather lax upbringing in a simple home. He was mostly left to his own device ever since his parents took one look at their recently-turned-goth daughter, then at their son's purple bunny-eared hat, and went "NOPE, can't handle this." His parents encourage exploration and free will, and expected nothing out of him. Chained down with neither expectations nor dreams, he is struck with the ideal of finding passion and happiness. The second child to a relatively normal family, Felyse like to consider himself a "jack-of-all-trade." Majoring in the undecided, Felyse tried his hands at various skills, only to – all too often – lose interest in any skill he pursues after a few weeks. Cooking, sports, dancing, drama – he had been through it all as he stride through clubs like some home invader exploring for prospective wealth; although, he occasionally revisit these skills at a later date, leading to a very varied shallow skill set. It wasn't long before he finally dipped his hands in gambling, easily drawn into the idea of earning thousands of dollars within a single game and losing the clothes on your back with a simple toss of a coin. Eventually, as time went by, he took it as a source of entertainment, losing and winning on a whim with a smile on his face. His earnings were never steady; his wallet filled with either a wad of cash for a day or a piece of lint for a whole month since he never takes gambling seriously – or have the slightest idea of budgeting. He was more than happy to act as a guinea pig for the good professor when Rohrbach approached him with Project Olympia. Who's gonna turn down the chance of free drugs, getting paid along the way? That green lime-looking pill is looking rather tempting… Chosen Pill Color: Lime green Other: Felyse is a pretty dated guy, using words that are equally as dated like "bodacious" or "hodgepodge." He has an admiration for cinema and movies from all decades. Watching black-and-white films are his greatest pleasure as well as wearing hats of various designs. He's never seen without some form of headgear.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray entered the room, looking disgruntled. He had a big fight coming up in a few months and his training had turned from hard to hell. He flopped down on the nearest couch and sighed deeply. He took a peak at all the others experimenting (playing?) with their powers and snorted; he had barely even used his. He'd experimented some, but in the end found it useless for his daily life, even when used in secret. "Say, does anyone know where the good Prof is? I've got a few questions for him," said Ray, looking around and not seeing the professor. The gruff man knew why they were given these powers, but there was still information that he needed before he could fully commit to this scheme. He didn't know about the others here (heck, he disliked a lot of them on first sight, especially the girls, and especially Penelope and that brat Emily) but he wasn't going in blind.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 Felyse slowly tuned out the conversation at hand, not at all too concern about the good professor's absence or the professor that Penelope was complaining about. The pie before him was all too enticing. Just as he was about to pile on more into his mouth, a giant mass of muscle suddenly knocked into his chair. In his face was a very familiar hand holding a few marbles that had almost practically appeared out of nowhere. "What--?" the young man managed to startle out until Ferghus knocked against his seat once again to act as a human meat shield. The impact was so hard that his chair started to tilt so far to the side until he saw nothing but the ceiling. The sensation of falling brushed against his nerves. Quickly, in stunned daze, he tried to grasp the edge of the table only for his hands to slip. With adrenaline running through his veins, a draft could be felt from beneath as his chair tumbled into the portal that had materialized suddenly. As quickly as it had appeared, the portal was gone before he could get dragged into it as well – only for the hole to reappear behind Orion with that said seat tumbling out and hit the back of the black-haired man's chair. Staring at the scene before him, Felyse had a lot to take in at once. Just one look at the injured Ferghus, the smirking Orion, and the pitifully crawling Vee was enough to understand the jest of it. The teen threw Orion a look of disappointment that clearly expressed his respect for the older man went down a few notches. His gaze soon turned away to matters of more importance. "Well, that was rather reckless, Ferg." Felyse huffed, nonchalantly brushing off any dust from his clothes. Although he might look annoyed, a hint of concern underlined his words. He sighed and shook his head. The wrinkle between his eyebrows disappeared as he stared off into the distance. "I might not be the most ideal couch for these games, but I could've handled it." Turning his gaze to the owner of the cafe, Felyse crawled after to Vee. Being the one who didn't overexert himself, he managed to catch up to her within seconds. "Veeeeee, go sit on the couch. Gimme your arm." He huffed and moved to his feet, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt while offering his shoulder. "I'll get the stuff. Just tell me where it's at."</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Isaacs Nick was fast getting irritated by the stupid marble game that the Mick and Orion were playing, it was one of the many things that he had no desire to learn any thing about, but he was watching the Irishman's body as he moved....his form....his catch....Clarity. His power's kicked in, without even attempting to, he perfectly understood the fine art of catching, angles, trajectory, falling speed, it was all pouring into his head like an adult magazine. To demonstrate his new skill he grabbed his slice of pie, and tossed it in the air, standing on the couch he positioned himself perfectly and SNAP, MUNCH he caught it in his mouth, after wiping of his face, he lit up a cig, and blew the smoke in Orion's face as more students of the project arrived. He took a small sip of his non-alcoholic coffee and spat it on the floor next to him. Goddamnit Vee!, this coffee is too hot, if you're gonna serve me a virgin drink at least let it cool down first, shit. He then slumped back down and put out his cigarette in the still scalding coffee cup. Scowling at nobody in particular he started to whine. And speaking of virgins, where in the crap is that prof.lab rat?, I'm getting bored already, Id rather be home solidifying my place on the 'Call of Glory' online leaderboards. I could give a crap if he's on a 'Date' or not, I got shit to do tonight. He turned towards Emily, re-igniting his sleazy smile. As for me, I don't even waste my time with dates, I prefer to get straight to the point... His eyes wondered over Emily's body until Ray the boxer walked in, he had a heavy step to his muscular weight, and it caught Nick's attention, he was fascinated by fighting disciplines, and could tell just by looking at this man that he knew how to fight. Ray grumbled something about looking for the Prof and Nick approached him, smirking devilishly. Yo, Punchy, hit me in the face, don't knock my head off but pop me with a stiff jab, come on just do it, don't be a pussy, it'll kill time. Nick let his arms swing by his side, showing no intention of retaliation.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray made a sound that was halfway a snort, half a growl. If it came to annoying people, this guy, Nick, he recalled, got on his nerves real fast; he was rude, an asshole, a punk, and an asshole all in one. Just from his face you could tell he was nothing but trouble. If he was asking for something like hitting him, that meant he had something planned. Fine then, he'd play his game, but not by his rules. "If you want it, you got it," he said. Slipping into his 16oz gloves, Ray decided to test the waters and throw a heavy jab on the man's face.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "No fighting..." Vee said without her usual strength. She was seeing double, and her head was pounding a beat for her stomach to dance to. "Oouuh, maybe shifting so fast isn't a good idea..." She allowed herself to be led to the couch, only protesting slightly. "There's some frozen pees in the freezer for Fer... urg... and some asprin in the first aid kit on the wall." She closed her eyes and buried her face in the couch, trying to keep from vomiting.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson At Penelope's request, Heather flipped the sunglasses upward until the darken lenses rested on top of her head. She didn't say much else, choosing to sip the black coffee Vee had offered her and listen in one the ongoing conversation. Where in the world is that professor of theirs. "Well, I'm sure we're not the only lab rats he planned to poke and prod at today." Heather wraps her hands around the smooth mug as she talks, paying little attention to the marble game that was happening around her. "He probably needed to pencil us in today, right between ranting and raving in front of his captive audience of students and unethically playing god before sitting down to 'Wheel of Fortune.'" Heather adds a shrug and a casual smile, "You know, usual old mad scientist stuff."</s> <\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach Only the Brave dare to look upon the gray-upon the things that cannot be explained easily, upon the things which often engender mistakes, upon the things whose cause cannot be understood, upon the things we must accept and live with. And therefore only the Brave dare to look upon difference without flinching. -Richard Hungerford Finn Rohrbach stood with a puzzled look on his face. In front of him, a whiteboard covered with complex calculations and data. He tilted his head slightly, for the umpteenth time this evening, and furrowed his brow. A curious hand rose to stroke the stubble on his chin, a move that he said made him feel more... scientific. In reality, it just sort of made him look... odd. One of the science majors and her professor, Dr. Stanton, stood behind him, passing confused glances to one another. "Ah-ha! I've got it!" He exclaimed, only trying to further his ridiculous stereotyping. The two behind him, the short stumpy older gentleman, and the tall and lanky science nerd beside him, both gave him startled looks, even more confused by his actions. All they'd wanted was a second opinion on their research... For the next hour or so, Rohrbach spent his time explaining the fallacies in their analysis of the results and their error in the experiment, completely dissolving all of their previous hard work. The man, Dr. Stanton, gave Rohrbach an unamused look before politely asking the man to leave so that he and his students, half of the class was still there, could continue their lesson. Rohrbach turned to look at the rest of the students who had decided to stay through his long dialogue. "O-Oh! Well, hello there!" He greeted them, a goofy grin on his face. "I suppose I must have taken up quite a bit of your time, I apologize." He told them, looking at his watch to see how long he'd been there. 6:07 PM ... ... Before the students even had time to react, Rohrbach was racing down the hallways, his lab coat fluttering furiously behind him. The students he passed by could only catch a glimpse at the man's face, shock registering on their own. For... it was a face not many got to see. For such a laid back individual who worked so closely with the school, the students had hardly ever seen him so... fierce. Or at least, those that had tried very hard to forget about it. Making up for lost time, Rohrbach, once on the first floor, took the first open window he could find and jumped, avoiding the unlucky circumstance of his coat getting caught. He raced from Brumley Center across campus and by the time he'd even gotten close to Vee's place, he was out of breath and practically dying. For anyone looking on, he must have looked like a creepy old man, zombified. "Oh no, Rohrbach's really gone crazy now!" He heard girls gossip to one another, trying their best to avoid him. With heavy breaths, he dragged himself toward the Fresh Pot and laid a heavy hand down on the handle. Pulling it open, he stumbled inside, and looked around, his breaths still very heavy and labored. "Ah... I see... you all... made... it." He breathed before stumbling his way over to the nearest empty table and collapsing into a chair. "How... have all of your days been?" He asked, putting a rather pathetic smile on his face. "I'm... not late am I?" He asked, feigning ignorance.</s>	<\|message\|>Age: 19 After dumping Vee onto the nearest empty couch, Felyse followed the young woman's instructions and made his way to the freezer and then to the first aid kit. While doing so, the good professor Rohrbach was dragging himself through the door and onto the nearest table. "Quite dandy, professor. Like a candy in the fall," Felyse answered with a thoughtful yet distant expression. "Who held you captive while you missed out on all the pie?" He tilted his head slightly to the side and – for no apparent reason – lightly tapped the top of the professor's head with a slender finger while he walked pass. Although the professor had the looks of a ragamuffin with his lab coat in all disarray, such image wasn't a touch out of place. Ever since the teen had moved into the lab, he would see that man in such a state more often than twice a week especially if the professor had been concocting something in the lab all night. Maybe a few bags of skittles would help. Ignoring the manly bonding taking place between Nick and the newcomer Ray, Felyse waltzed over to Vee and handed her some aspirin. "Here you go, spud. Incoming!" Felyse did the same with Ferghus, tossing the Irish man the bag of frozen peas and a couple pills of aspirin. He then sat on the arm of the couch whose only other occupant was Dominic, and waited patiently - which was just spacing out.</s>
<\|description\|>Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: "Never judge a books by its cover" is a well-applied saying but, with Felyse, he is exactly as he appears. Whimsical and overly-eccentric, he is a kid at heart and impulsive to boot. He is, without a doubt, a teen with too few marbles and an insatiable curiosity for places considered off limits [WARNING: Reverse psychology might just backfire. Maybe. Maybe not]. With an easy-going attitude, he tackles any situation with an optimistic view and a bundle of playful insights. However, this positive attitude can easily be a double-edged sword as he can be seen as naïve, innocent, or too idealistic. He refuses to think things through or even the consequences of his actions. As a rule he follows, he shall have no regrets. He shall call out "YOLO." Background: Felyse was a free spirit, having a rather lax upbringing in a simple home. He was mostly left to his own device ever since his parents took one look at their recently-turned-goth daughter, then at their son's purple bunny-eared hat, and went "NOPE, can't handle this." His parents encourage exploration and free will, and expected nothing out of him. Chained down with neither expectations nor dreams, he is struck with the ideal of finding passion and happiness. The second child to a relatively normal family, Felyse like to consider himself a "jack-of-all-trade." Majoring in the undecided, Felyse tried his hands at various skills, only to – all too often – lose interest in any skill he pursues after a few weeks. Cooking, sports, dancing, drama – he had been through it all as he stride through clubs like some home invader exploring for prospective wealth; although, he occasionally revisit these skills at a later date, leading to a very varied shallow skill set. It wasn't long before he finally dipped his hands in gambling, easily drawn into the idea of earning thousands of dollars within a single game and losing the clothes on your back with a simple toss of a coin. Eventually, as time went by, he took it as a source of entertainment, losing and winning on a whim with a smile on his face. His earnings were never steady; his wallet filled with either a wad of cash for a day or a piece of lint for a whole month since he never takes gambling seriously – or have the slightest idea of budgeting. He was more than happy to act as a guinea pig for the good professor when Rohrbach approached him with Project Olympia. Who's gonna turn down the chance of free drugs, getting paid along the way? That green lime-looking pill is looking rather tempting… Chosen Pill Color: Lime green Other: Felyse is a pretty dated guy, using words that are equally as dated like "bodacious" or "hodgepodge." He has an admiration for cinema and movies from all decades. Watching black-and-white films are his greatest pleasure as well as wearing hats of various designs. He's never seen without some form of headgear.</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily looked over at the freshly seated Heather and replied to her query. "It shouldn't take more than an hour," she replied, giving a conservative estimate. Ignoring Nick's retort, she then replied to Vee and the groups at large. "I'd be happy to help wherever I'm needed," she said. "We may be in two groups but we're all one team, right?" After waving goodbye to Penelope, Emily took the keys from Vee. "Sure, I'll close up," she said as the shop owner began to make haste for the exit. "Later!" she called out after her. Noting that her group had yet to make any plans, she figured she might as well break the ice. "So, Group One peeps...anyone object to meeting at the lab at 6:30?" she asked, looking around at her team.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather, having a sudden urge to go neat freak, begins to gather up the empty mugs and platters scattered with crumbs. Unsure what to do with them, she places them together in a neat stack on the counter for Vee to find later. She was pondering the idea about costumes and so far did not like it. What Heather never understood was why comic book heroes wore such eye sore costumes. Isn't the point of fighting crime under a alias is to not be noticed? Heather had a couple ideas for a disguise that did not involve spandex. Heather moved a few chairs back into their original place, satisfied with her work and turns her attention to Emily. "Sure, I'm game for a battle plan in the lab. I think I'll head over there now and explore a bit. Come find me later." Heather waves and exits the café before anyone could follow. The mention of the lab had Heather considering that she needed a little more practice before their first manhunt. She also did feel a bit of a thrill knocking Ray and Nick on their ass, though she meant no ill-will toward the two. So, instead of returning home, Heather let herself wander into the lab, and locate a gym or space where she could experiment with her abilities in peace. She happen to locate one near the unused bedrooms and set to work. The first thing she tried was a transfer of energy. Her phone sat in her hand with a dead battery. Taking a breath, Heather pictures the little smartphone coming to life. She feels a tug from that source inside of her chest and she could feel the power traveling down her arm and into her hand. To Heather's delight, the phone blinks to life and slowly charges. It was tiring though and it reminded Heather of the blood dives she would go to. The feel of the needle sucking away her blood, and the effort was easy on her part but very tiring. She wills the link between herself and the little device to be closed and with some effort it does end. The little charge icon disappears, but her phone now remains alive at 20% "Oh, hell yes." Heather mutters with a wide grin. She notices the practice dummies resting in the corner of the room, and a new idea comes to her. Setting the phone aside, Heather begins to rub her hands together. She can feel the heat between her palms from the effort and notices the small sparks flying. She pulls hers hand apart and finds the bright blue sparks contained in the gap between her hands. Heather archers her fingers around the source of power, shaping it like clay into a crackling bright orb. With another grin, Heather aims for one of the dummies and releases the pure energy with both hands. The ball of electricity explodes from her hands, soaring faster than Heather could imagine and striking the center of the dummy with a brilliant crackle and bright flash. The dummy stood with a scorched and blacken hole in its center. Heather lets out an excited cheer, and immediately falls to her knees, suddenly weak and exhausted. Heather reminds there, catching her breath and composure. "Ok…..not so power much next time." She gulps, still satisfied with her new discovery.</s> <\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach 8:30PM - Rohrbach's Lab The night went on as the two groups met in the center of the lab, the big open area that Rohrbach usually kept his big machines. It was now empty with the exception of a few couches, tables, computers, and a rather large computer monitor where a game of Halo was paused. The meetings ad all but concluded, some of them wanting to leave, some of them wanting to simply chat and hang around for a bit. Penelope sat at one of the tables with a sewing machine, swaths of fabric surrounding her. She was working on an orange outfit for herself as a sort of test so that the others could see what it would look like. It would take her a bit longer before she could show it to anyone yet. She'd made the design and cut out all the parts but she still needed to sew them all together to make the completed piece. She let out a shallow sigh and began sewing up the body piece. She was just making a simple blazer that could cover a white button up with khaki bottoms. It was simple and would color code her. The weird part would be the mask. She was thinking of a simple headband with holes for eyes but part of her wanted to make it more elegant than that. She smiled to herself as she thought of the mask in her head. It was orange with black lace covering the main bits and black and orange feathers jutting out from the side. It made her happy being able to work on something like this. It let her avoid her school work and the thought of those criminals. What they'd read hadn't made her very happy. According to the police reports they'd managed to get their hands on with Nick's skills, the family was once rather rich but the father and gambled everything away and was now forcing his children and wife to help him get it all back. One of the kids had left the family, wanting to go out on her own. She'd told the police everything, from her father's scandals with his company to her mother's affair with her husband's workers. They had a rough idea of where the family was staying from the report and were planning on going after them once the week had ended, on Saturday, two days from now, they would head out and begin their search in the field. For now, Nick and the others were simply doing more research while Penelope made the clothes. "Hey, Emily. What sort of style do you like? I could make something that looks like a military uniform." Penelope asked, chuckling at her offer. For some reason, she couldn't imagine the girl in anything other than a dress. "No, but if there's a specific style you want me to make, just show me a picture and I'll try my best. I'm making a blazer for myself. Simple and hopefully won't make me stick out like a sore thumb." She explained, speaking to everyone in the room.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Oooh, making costumes already? Do mine, too!" Felyse spoke up from his spot on the couch – the one that was in front of the giant computer screen where he watched the other's playing Halo – and looked up from his bag of ranch Doritos he was once so focused on. Tossing the chips to the side, he crawled his way to the back of the couch, resting his head against the palm of his hands, as he watched Penelope work her magic around the sewing machine. "I want a black hoodie with lime green patterns. Same thing with my mask; although, something that covers my whole head and faceless." Unconsciously, Felyse combed the strands of hair beneath his chosen hat-of-the-day with a hand. White with red tips – his hair stood out more than what his envisioned hero outfit ever would be. Like a watermelon snow cone amidst the tundra. There was always the option of dyeing, buuuuut that would be an attack on his individuality… also, his lazy side was opting out. As an extra precaution – and a security blanket – he got a brand new hat all picked out for mission impossible; although, truthfully, the headgear was more for aesthetic effect than anything else. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched his teammates going about. He grabbed the bag of chips and munched away. Research he could do, but planning away was a no-go; so he left that task to his more methodical comrades. "By the way, anyone got any heroic names all planned out?"</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke Emily put her XBox controller down and turned around to look at Penelope, chuckling at her military uniform suggestion. "I don't need anything flashy," she replied. "As long as it's a comfortable, pretty dress, I'll be happy. I trust your fashion sense." She thought a moment. "Though, it could be flashy if everyone else's is," she opined. "I do like Tony Bowls." Turning to Felyse, she said, "Being hyperintelligent doesn't mean I'm hyper creative too," she replied with a chuckle. "The name is always the hardest part - not even superpowers can change that." Keeping her ears open for replies or new conversations from anyone in the room, Emily picked up her controller and turned her attention back to Halo.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope chuckled, hearing Felyse ask her to do his. "I will, I will!" She called out, smiling. She nodded to him when he told her what he wanted and stopped what she was doing to write it all down. Black hoodie, lime green patterns... full mask. She nodded her head at her notes and then turned back to her work space to begin working on her own mask. Penelope lifted a brow at Emily's remarks and chuckled. "Nah, I wasn't really going for flashing. Pretty normal, actually. Sort of like, they could pass for normal outfits only... with a mask to hide our faces. You just can't wear that specific outfit in public..." She explained, trailing off a bit. Hearing Emily reply to Felyse, Penelope decided to chime in as well. "I'm with Emily. I have no idea what to call myself. Elasti-Girl? Stretchy Chick? Rubber Lady? I'm... terrible at names. I mean, I can hardly name the characters in my works for school, much less as a nickname for myself." She replied, shaking her head as she heated plastic with a lighter to try and bend it to the shape of her face. "So, yeah. I got nothing. What about you, Portal Boy? Maybe we should call you Chel? What's a feminine version of Chel? Chad?" She offered jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Victoria suddenly spoke up. "Hey, if we're talking outfits, I want something sleek and black, with a simple eye mask." She covered her eyes with her hands, leaving holes between her fingers for her eyes. "Something that'll lead perfectly into my panther form. Oh, maybe I could be 'Black Cat'! Oh, wait, that doesn't make sense when I shift to something else, does it? Maybe just 'Dark Shift' then?" She went back to sketching in her notebook. She had a rough outline of a female figure already, with shaded areas that showed she was wearing a skin tight black suit. "But, I don't know if I'd be able to go out in public dressed like that."</s>	<\|message\|>Age: 19 "Portal Boy, Chel, Chad - Call me whatever you want. Might be fun to see every villain search for every Chad and Chel in this city." Felyse grinned at Penelope, balancing the bags of chips on one leg. "Names shouldn't be too hard. Just add Captain or some other nifty title in front of a noun and - voila! - you got something! Captain Elastic sounds fitting, no? Or iDoctor for Ems?" Lazily, he reached for the extra XBox controller next to Emilia. "Psssst, iDoctor, let me join in." "Ooooh, how about Lady Chimera, Vee? It's a dark and sexy name... or is it so sexy that it sounds villainous?" He tilted his hat way from his face and scratched his chin in thought. "Wait, won't your suit tear apart if you shift into something a big as a wildebeest?" He asked and turned to Vee, raising an eyebrow almost teasingly. "You might as well be better off wearing a bikini. Might even scare a few scofflaws."</s>
<\|description\|>Dominic Sinclair Age: 21 Gender: Male Personality: Dominic is rather outgoing and easy going. He is fast to trust and wears his heart on his sleeve (traits that have come back to bite him in the ass). Dom is constantly cracking jokes and making quips, trying to keep the mood light (sometimes he does this at inappropriate times, or just doesn't know when to shut the hell up). Background: Dom is a double major in Psychology and Criminal Justice. He is the first member of his family to attend college, thanks to the magic of government loans and scholarships. However money is incredibly tight and he can barely keep lunch meat in the shitty fridge in his dorm room. After he caught word of the professor's study he signed up, eager to make a few bucks. Chosen Pill Color: Yellow Likes: Metalcore Music, Dots (the amazing gumdrop candy), Tabletop RPGs Dislikes: Waking Up Early, Unsweet Coffees/Teas, People who over-analyze things.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion paused from where he had been standing by the door, hands resting in his pockets. "...Yeah, alright Gilroy." He stated in a deadbeat voice, mentally wondering what possessed the other man to make such a potentially disastrous entrance. With a shrug, Orion began heading towards the others, passing by the table and the orange-haired man, and sitting in a seat near Penelope. He was mentally hoping the 'meeting' could start soon, as there was a few things that he wanted to bring up. Well, more like one thing, but, eh, either way it goes, it was kind of important. As he waited, Orion propped his head up on a fist, while his other hand - his left one - rested on the table. at least fifty black marbles rose from out of his pocket, rotating through the air, before each of them lined up on the table, in a completely symmetrical line. Orion nudged one, and it suddenly blasted forward like a bullet, zooming past Gilroy's head and nimbly lodging itself into the keyhole of the shop's door. It then blasted out of the hole and back into the line of marbles. Orion smirked, and all fifty marbles rose into the air, a few inches above the table, forming into a large middle finger, before they were shifted and formed a crow taking flight. He often did this when he was alone- it helped him better his reflexes and agility with his telekinesis, and it was a nice way to pass time.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright Penelope's eyes widened as Ferghus made his entrance. "Well, that was subtle..." She murmured, shaking her head slightly. To his question, she shrugged. "That's Vee's business, not mine." She explained in matter of fact way. Realizing that Orion had ignored her, she turned her head slightly to glare at him. "Hey! Don't ignore me, loser!" She called out, hitting Orion on the shoulder. It wasn't hard enough to really start anything, but it wasn't a tap either. "I'm trying to make conversation here, doofus!" She told him, putting a scowl on her face. After a while, she chuckled slightly. "You should stop playing with your small balls and socialize." She joked, raising a brow at him. "Anyway, 'Sup with you, Ginger?" Penelope asked, turning back to look at Ferghus.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Even with the enhanced reflexes that came with the pill the doc gave him Ferghus was still surprised with the dire speed at which the marble whizzed past him. With a look of astonishment that quickly turned into a smirk he spoke directing himself towards the others, "This is a lovely little shop, it'd really be a shame if you had hit the panes, you wouldn't wanna hurt poor old Vee's lively hood now would ya? Ehh, I guess there is no helping it." Ferghus quickly took a seat on the couch that he had been planted head first in earlier and spoke again, this time directed at Penelope "Oh you know, guess you could say I've been running circles around yeh smokes, but in all seriousness,'fraid I'm a bit worried about the doc, wasn't even around the labs, and now that I think of it, neither were you Striphe. You two plotting something we should know about?" The relaxed man finally spotted a glance towards Veronica, clearly he and Orion have been driving each other bananas in the lab, and gave another warm smile, a gesture that he often resorts to.</s> <\|message\|>Emily Clarke "Pay no attention to the writing on the wall. The words seem empty 'cause there's nothing there at all." The smooth sounds of the Alan Parsons Project filled Emily's ears as she walked down the street. She walked at a relaxed pace but with purpose, eager to chat with her new friends from the Project, as she generally called it. As she listened to the album she had heard so many times before, she considered how the others had reacted to their pills' effects. After she had taken her own maroon pill, there had been no discomfort. All that she had felt was surprise that suddenly she understood more than she had before. Of course, when she discovered the other side effect it was a little different. It's hard to remain calm when you think about wanting food and your TV turns on that instant and flips to the Food Network. Unfortunately for Emily, all of these thoughts occurred very quickly and no noticeable amount of time had passed. No matter, though; the cafe was just around the corner. Reaching the entrance just as "Children of the Moon" concluded, she paused the album from her phone, put her headphones around her neck and entered the Fresh Pot in a way 100% opposite from the Irishman's moments earlier. Opening the door and walking in, she beheld the four that were already there. "Hey!" she said to everybody/nobody in particular, and sat down at the table with Penelope and Orion after giving a glancing smile to Ferghus on the couch. "I see nobody's died yet," she remarked jokingly.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Ah ha! Found it!" Felyse jumped to his feet, holding his signature red hat between his fingers. Above him was a hole, or to be more accurate, a portal of pure darkness. It hung on the ceiling like some over-grown Christmas ornament. A large variety of shirts, trinkets, and all other items he had horded throughout his life were piled in an organized mess and shoved to the side. Along the way, the bed was placed right under it. He stood beneath the dark abyss, feeling a slight draft drawing towards it, almost like it was urging him to come inside. The hole was juuuuust big enough for his scrawny body to fit right through. Even though the Fresh Pot was just across the street, this portal was here all nice and tight, presenting itself to him. If only it wasn't on the ceiling... All well! Might as well go with it. "Welp, here goes nothing," the teen huffed, imagining what the good professor might say if he were to ever find a portal in his room instead of the training area. Despite his gangly weight, a jump or two on the bed gave him enough momentum to grab the edges of the portal and heaved himself through… to only find himself staring at a pair of shoes and hearing voices above his head. "Oh…" Felyse stared blankly at his new surroundings. Judging from the warm atmosphere and seeing Orion, Penelope, and Emily who were all gathered at a table, it was pretty much a given that he was at the Fresh Pot. The person closest to him was the ever-so-muscular Ferghus whose feet he was currently staring at. Slowly, his lips slipped into a sheepish grinned as he resisted the urge to scratch his nose. The teen made a move to pull himself up only to find himself unable to do so. Flickering his eyes down to the portal hugging his lower chest told him exactly why. "Pssssst, Ferg!" He called out to the Irishman in a hushed voice, looking rather lax despite having half of his body sticking out from the floor. "Hey, buddy, I like your shoes. They're clearly well worn. Also, can you pull me outta here? I'm kinda stuck sooooo..."On the other side of the portal, his legs dangled helplessly with no leverage to rely on. "...I got skittles."</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Isaacs Nick was fairly indifferent to his new powers, sure they were useful, but he couldn't really use them for fun, he was already good at all the things he wanted to be good at. One of them being riding his awesome motorcycle (which he stole from his cousin about 3 weeks ago) it growled beautifully as he made his way over to the coffee place to meet his super powered peers. He didn't really like any of them, too chirpy and sitcom compared to his normal circles, but he was fascinated by the super powers, his new power Clarity made him hunger for knowledge a lot more than he previously did...(which isn't saying a lot for a dropout). His Chopper Bike came to a screeching stop outside the cafe, there wasn't a real parking space for bikes so he just left the bike dangerously close to the front door, and burst through the door with a slightly annoyed look on his face. Does this place sell anything other than coffee? He said to nobody in particular. And when I say sell, I mean give me, Alcohol, or a coffee with a little Irish in it. He lazily smirked at Ferguson and snorted No offense Hoolihan, or is it Callahan...O'Grady? He dropped himself quite abruptly in the sofa that Ferguson was sitting in and shuffled so he was somewhat comfortable sitting next to him, without an invitation to, he scanned the room really quick and acknowledged some of the other super powered types in the room, he'd met them all once before. Introducing himself with a nod and little else. He looked Orion up and down with a measure of disrespect, he didn't really like Orion, he wasn't sure why, he just didn't. His eyes flew past Penelope and Veronica who he was fairly indifferent to, and focused on Emily. He couldnt take his eyes off her for at least a good 15 seconds, and flashed her his rouge-ish smirk. Yo, Em you see my new bike? I built it from scratch, with my own engineering smarts before that pill. After this little hipster meeting let me know if you need a ride back, I promise you I wont go too fast...unless you want me to hahaha. Nick readjusted himself on the fairly comfortable sofa next to Ferguson and let out a rather loud fart, which was amplified by the leather on the seat, and pulled out a pack of smokes.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy With a sigh that seemed to be a mix of relief and yet a feeling of hopelessness for his comrades Ferghus removed his arms from behind his head, placing a single amiable arm around the new arrival's shoulder he spoke, as if to ignore Nick's earlier name game, "Those are bad for yeh little Nicky, get outta it." With a friendly pat on the antagonist's back the Irishman stood up, nodding to Felyse so as to say, "One moment" "But if it isn't too much trouble Vee, I could go for a nice hot pot of black." Relinquishing another typical grin he scanned the room again and finally to the boy dangling below him. With a shrug Ferghus spoke in a rather hushed tone, "One of these days yer gonna open up right below meh there Felyse. And yeh can't help but freak me out all the time can yeh?" Finally he lowered himself to the cafe floor in order to grasp the younger boy's arm. "Yeh know I don't like candy." He spoke so that only the boy half-way intersected by the floor could hear him. As if to no one in particular Ferghus spoke again, reiterating his statement about the professor, "Now that more of us are here, the doc hasn't been around lately, which strikes me as odd. Now I'm not such the type to worry, but I've never seen 'im leave beyont." adding with a shrug, "Ehh, there's nothing for it."</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Veronica's voice wafted from the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" She said, and a few moments later backed out of the door, balancing several plates on her forearms and hands. She walked carefully so as not to drop them, and laid them on the counter before reaching for a fresh pot of coffee. She grabbed several large mugs on her way out from behind the counter and set them down on the table between the couches. "Here we go," She said, pouring the black liquid into each mug. She set each mug in front of someone, crossing the room to give one to Penelope, then returned to the main table with a basket of cream and sugar. "You know I don't serve alcohol here, Nick. This is a Cafe, not a bar." She reprimanded, going back for the plates. One by one, she placed a fresh slice of black and blueberry pie in front of everyone. "There," She said smiling. "I just took it out of the oven, so it's still a bit hot. Let me know what you think."</s>	<\|message\|>Dominic Sinclair Dominic's eyes flew open, the ceiling of his dorm greeting him. He instantly realized that his "twenty minute nap" lasted a lot longer than he expected. Dominic rolled over, put on his glasses, and glanced at the alarm clock that sat upon the squat fridge next to his bed. 5:50. Shit. Not only did he sleep through PolySci, but he guessed he was going to be the last one down at the Fresh Pot. Still he just layed in bed, the events in the recent past playing over again in his mind. A smile slowly spread on his face, he had signed up for a medical trial and received superpowers. It was pretty awesome, and went a lot better than Dominic expected it to. After reminiscing for a few moments Dom rose from his bed and freshened up a bit and grabbed his phone and earbuds before heading out the door. Dominic exited the Taggart Complex and immediately set off towards the Fresh Pot. While other's had taken the professor's offer to bunk at the lab, Dominic had insisted on remaining on campus. His deadbeat roomie had finally dropped out, meaning (at least for this semester) he had their double space all to himself. After a short walk he finally arrived at his destination, but looking in the window he saw his hunch of being one of the lasts ones to arrive was correct. Vee was already passing out snacks to Penelope, Orion, Ferghus, Emily, and Felyse. Even Nick had decided to grace the cafe with his presence. "Heeeeey everybody," Dominic said as he walked in the door, "Looks like the whole famn damily is almost here!" He made his way over to the couches, and settled into one that wasn't currently occupied by Ferghus and Nick. "Vee, if its not too much trouble could I get set up with some of that coffee you're handing everyone else?"</s>
<\|description\|>Heather Wilson Age: 21 Gender: Female Personality: Heather is very competitive, going to great lengths to win anything she has set her sights on. The only place she is not as competitive is her actual school work. When it comes to other matters, Heather is very focus and is not afraid to be harsh to get what she wants. She is also very outgoing, confident, and loves to laugh, even if it is sometimes at the expense of others. It should also be noted that Heather's temper is very short and explosive. She is not afraid to snap on something if they set her off, unfortunately this means that she tends to say or do things she may regret later. Background: Since Heather could walk, her parents expected the world out of her. She was captain of the t-ball team, sold the most Girl Scout cookies three years in a row, played softball and volleyball in middle school, and was enrolled in all the honor classes. It looked like the perfect family, but not so much. Her parents fought and Heather always felt her accomplishments were the only thing that kept her parents happy. In highschool her parents finally had enough of each other and split. Without the pressure of her parents' divorce looming over, Heather decided to rebel instead of obeying. Heather failed out of the honors classes (She cheated anyway) Dropped from almost all her clubs and found that partying with the rich kids was more her style. The only activity Heather remained enrolled in was track, because running was the only thing that made sense. Good thing she kept with track too, because it turned out she was good enough for a scholarship. Heather majored in health and physical fitness with the aspiration to become a personal trainer while running college track, and at first things went well. But Heather started partying again and things began to spiral. Her grades dropped too low, she was placed on probation from sports, and her scholarship was lost. Luckily, she scrapped together enough money from her parents and student loans to remain for another semester. Now she is trying to raise her grades to reapply for her scholarship and trying to live without track for a semester. Maybe this new program will help her take her mind off things and the extra money couldn't hurt. :Chosen Pill Color: Red Likes: Running is the first thing that comes to mind. After that, Heather likes red bulls, apples and anything apple flavor, early mornings, the occasional joint, and a good college party. Dislikes: seafood, cats, and people who can't fucking drive.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 "Ah ha! Found it!" Felyse jumped to his feet, holding his signature red hat between his fingers. Above him was a hole, or to be more accurate, a portal of pure darkness. It hung on the ceiling like some over-grown Christmas ornament. A large variety of shirts, trinkets, and all other items he had horded throughout his life were piled in an organized mess and shoved to the side. Along the way, the bed was placed right under it. He stood beneath the dark abyss, feeling a slight draft drawing towards it, almost like it was urging him to come inside. The hole was juuuuust big enough for his scrawny body to fit right through. Even though the Fresh Pot was just across the street, this portal was here all nice and tight, presenting itself to him. If only it wasn't on the ceiling... All well! Might as well go with it. "Welp, here goes nothing," the teen huffed, imagining what the good professor might say if he were to ever find a portal in his room instead of the training area. Despite his gangly weight, a jump or two on the bed gave him enough momentum to grab the edges of the portal and heaved himself through… to only find himself staring at a pair of shoes and hearing voices above his head. "Oh…" Felyse stared blankly at his new surroundings. Judging from the warm atmosphere and seeing Orion, Penelope, and Emily who were all gathered at a table, it was pretty much a given that he was at the Fresh Pot. The person closest to him was the ever-so-muscular Ferghus whose feet he was currently staring at. Slowly, his lips slipped into a sheepish grinned as he resisted the urge to scratch his nose. The teen made a move to pull himself up only to find himself unable to do so. Flickering his eyes down to the portal hugging his lower chest told him exactly why. "Pssssst, Ferg!" He called out to the Irishman in a hushed voice, looking rather lax despite having half of his body sticking out from the floor. "Hey, buddy, I like your shoes. They're clearly well worn. Also, can you pull me outta here? I'm kinda stuck sooooo..."On the other side of the portal, his legs dangled helplessly with no leverage to rely on. "...I got skittles."</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Isaacs Nick was fairly indifferent to his new powers, sure they were useful, but he couldn't really use them for fun, he was already good at all the things he wanted to be good at. One of them being riding his awesome motorcycle (which he stole from his cousin about 3 weeks ago) it growled beautifully as he made his way over to the coffee place to meet his super powered peers. He didn't really like any of them, too chirpy and sitcom compared to his normal circles, but he was fascinated by the super powers, his new power Clarity made him hunger for knowledge a lot more than he previously did...(which isn't saying a lot for a dropout). His Chopper Bike came to a screeching stop outside the cafe, there wasn't a real parking space for bikes so he just left the bike dangerously close to the front door, and burst through the door with a slightly annoyed look on his face. Does this place sell anything other than coffee? He said to nobody in particular. And when I say sell, I mean give me, Alcohol, or a coffee with a little Irish in it. He lazily smirked at Ferguson and snorted No offense Hoolihan, or is it Callahan...O'Grady? He dropped himself quite abruptly in the sofa that Ferguson was sitting in and shuffled so he was somewhat comfortable sitting next to him, without an invitation to, he scanned the room really quick and acknowledged some of the other super powered types in the room, he'd met them all once before. Introducing himself with a nod and little else. He looked Orion up and down with a measure of disrespect, he didn't really like Orion, he wasn't sure why, he just didn't. His eyes flew past Penelope and Veronica who he was fairly indifferent to, and focused on Emily. He couldnt take his eyes off her for at least a good 15 seconds, and flashed her his rouge-ish smirk. Yo, Em you see my new bike? I built it from scratch, with my own engineering smarts before that pill. After this little hipster meeting let me know if you need a ride back, I promise you I wont go too fast...unless you want me to hahaha. Nick readjusted himself on the fairly comfortable sofa next to Ferguson and let out a rather loud fart, which was amplified by the leather on the seat, and pulled out a pack of smokes.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy With a sigh that seemed to be a mix of relief and yet a feeling of hopelessness for his comrades Ferghus removed his arms from behind his head, placing a single amiable arm around the new arrival's shoulder he spoke, as if to ignore Nick's earlier name game, "Those are bad for yeh little Nicky, get outta it." With a friendly pat on the antagonist's back the Irishman stood up, nodding to Felyse so as to say, "One moment" "But if it isn't too much trouble Vee, I could go for a nice hot pot of black." Relinquishing another typical grin he scanned the room again and finally to the boy dangling below him. With a shrug Ferghus spoke in a rather hushed tone, "One of these days yer gonna open up right below meh there Felyse. And yeh can't help but freak me out all the time can yeh?" Finally he lowered himself to the cafe floor in order to grasp the younger boy's arm. "Yeh know I don't like candy." He spoke so that only the boy half-way intersected by the floor could hear him. As if to no one in particular Ferghus spoke again, reiterating his statement about the professor, "Now that more of us are here, the doc hasn't been around lately, which strikes me as odd. Now I'm not such the type to worry, but I've never seen 'im leave beyont." adding with a shrug, "Ehh, there's nothing for it."</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Veronica's voice wafted from the kitchen. "I'll be right there!" She said, and a few moments later backed out of the door, balancing several plates on her forearms and hands. She walked carefully so as not to drop them, and laid them on the counter before reaching for a fresh pot of coffee. She grabbed several large mugs on her way out from behind the counter and set them down on the table between the couches. "Here we go," She said, pouring the black liquid into each mug. She set each mug in front of someone, crossing the room to give one to Penelope, then returned to the main table with a basket of cream and sugar. "You know I don't serve alcohol here, Nick. This is a Cafe, not a bar." She reprimanded, going back for the plates. One by one, she placed a fresh slice of black and blueberry pie in front of everyone. "There," She said smiling. "I just took it out of the oven, so it's still a bit hot. Let me know what you think."</s> <\|message\|>Dominic Sinclair Dominic's eyes flew open, the ceiling of his dorm greeting him. He instantly realized that his "twenty minute nap" lasted a lot longer than he expected. Dominic rolled over, put on his glasses, and glanced at the alarm clock that sat upon the squat fridge next to his bed. 5:50. Shit. Not only did he sleep through PolySci, but he guessed he was going to be the last one down at the Fresh Pot. Still he just layed in bed, the events in the recent past playing over again in his mind. A smile slowly spread on his face, he had signed up for a medical trial and received superpowers. It was pretty awesome, and went a lot better than Dominic expected it to. After reminiscing for a few moments Dom rose from his bed and freshened up a bit and grabbed his phone and earbuds before heading out the door. Dominic exited the Taggart Complex and immediately set off towards the Fresh Pot. While other's had taken the professor's offer to bunk at the lab, Dominic had insisted on remaining on campus. His deadbeat roomie had finally dropped out, meaning (at least for this semester) he had their double space all to himself. After a short walk he finally arrived at his destination, but looking in the window he saw his hunch of being one of the lasts ones to arrive was correct. Vee was already passing out snacks to Penelope, Orion, Ferghus, Emily, and Felyse. Even Nick had decided to grace the cafe with his presence. "Heeeeey everybody," Dominic said as he walked in the door, "Looks like the whole famn damily is almost here!" He made his way over to the couches, and settled into one that wasn't currently occupied by Ferghus and Nick. "Vee, if its not too much trouble could I get set up with some of that coffee you're handing everyone else?"</s>	<\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather had been dreading the encounter all day. The reminder was there in the back of her mind during her morning run, through all her classes, through the lunch she barely touched. Amy and Jessica had noticed her quietness angry silence, assumed she was just PMSing and did not try to stir her from her mood. It was probably better that way, there was no way they would understand and heather couldn't half believe it herself. They parted at three, Heather trying not to appear bothered by her friends' departure to the training annex Instead, she started toward apartment 214 to wait out the remainder of her time until the big meeting. There was much Heather was not looking forward at this meeting, it seems unlike the rest of the gang, Heather was not very thrilled to have this "gift" forced on her. It was the sensation that alerted Heather to something being wrong the night after she took the little red pill. There was a sensation in her chest, like a powerful pulsing. Then the currents had spread through her body, it felt like hot insects crawling under her skin. In a panic, Heather had tried to call someone for help. The moment her hand grasped her white and gold smartphone, it was drained of all its battery life and it felt as if Heather had fed the pulsing in her chest. Then an explosion of electricity appeared from her finger tips, shattering glass across the room and making the air heavy with the energy. The good doctor tried to explain to Heather what she became, and what he expected of her but the moment he told Heather he would not change her back; she gave in to her temper and would hear nothing more of his experiment. It didn't help that this crazy doctor kept dropping words like "Fate" and "hero" and that he expected Heather to fight crime. She told Doc to "fuck off" and stormed out of the lab. That was days ago. Heather reflected back on that day and her outburst as she walked toward "The Fresh Pot." She was a little ashamed to fly off the handle like she did, but Heather still felt so unsure about this new power. She hadn't used it since it surfaced, going to great lengths to avoid anything that would give her a charge. Heather had ignored all of Rohrbach's calls and emails for a number of reasons. But when Heather chanced the safety of her laptop and saw email about the meeting, she knew she had to attend. Heather walked into the Fresh Pot, sunglasses still over her eyes, and notices she is one of the last to arrive. "Hello everyone." Heather fixes the crowd with a polite smile, which was an improvement compared to her behavior at the last meeting. She found a seat at a table on the edge of the group, still unsure where she fit or if she was welcome. They all seem so over the moon about this project, Heather couldn't see why. She felt the sensation under her skin again, but Heather clasp her hands together and ignored it.</s>
<\|description\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Age: 19 Gender: Male Personality: Tough, hardworking and determined are the traits he is most identified with. He hates being treated as weak and moreover hates other people being weak. Joe honestly believes that a person that doesn't stand up for themselves is pathetic and is just making excuses. Joe when outside of work or studies likes to have fun and goof off. Despite all appearances however, he is actually intelligent and knowledgeable about various topics, as well as talented and skilled in numerous daily tasks such as cooking; those close to him dubbed him as a true 'Renaissance Man' - a master of multiple things. This is not quite true though: Everything he does is done out of a desperate need to avoid going back to his former lifestyle. It has made him reckless, cynical, and prone to self-destructive actions. Finally, the thing that can be considered a true weakness is his inability to trust a woman under any circumstance - no matter the consequence. Background: He was born as the son of an aspiring boxer and his High school sweetheart. Named after the greatest boxers the world as ever seen, his father hoped to raise him and create a great boxer out of him. He only got to do half of that. His father died just before he could sign a deal for his first Title Fight due to a car crash. At the time, Joe was 8 years old. His mother, 24 at the time, who had taken care of him up until that point went into depression, before leaving him with his neighbors and disappearing. He resented her ever since. Two years passed, and his life was living hell. His neighbors wife hated him greatly and saw him only as an extra burden. She repeatedly beat him and constantly drove him out of the house. The only reason she didn't kick him out completely was because her husband owed a debt of gratitude to his father, and actually liked him. Still, there was a limit to how much a person could endure. One day, he snapped and just . . . knocked her out. All it took was one hit and a ten year old boy knocked out a fully grown adult. Joe had definitely inherited his fathers genes. Still, out of fear or retribution, he ran out of the house and hid in a nearby park. The park, incidentally, was the training ground of a particular gym owner, who specialized in boxing. Like a moment of true destiny, the man found Joe and in an awkward attempt to snap him out of his depression, began an impromptu boxing session. Joe loved every minute of it. The man, Terry Finkles, was so impressed with him that he invited him to practice at his gym for free. He accepted. As soon as he got back home, he told his aunt and uncle about his meeting with Terry, and announced his intent to become the worlds best boxer. His neighbor was glad to see his father in him, and his wife was glad just to have him out more. Joe took odd jobs once he was fifteen to earn money for himself, and practiced constantly in the gym. Another event occurred, however, and all the money he had earned was stolen by a girl that pretended to be in love with him, and indirectly ruined his reputation in the gym. His distrust towards women solidified even more. The only person that he had left to trust was himself and Terry, he decided. Currently, he is practicing for his debut on the international boxing stage. Chosen Pill Color: Brown Other: Really, really good at boxing, cooking and cleaning.</s> <\|message\|>Penelope Elizabeth Wright "Him? A date?" Penelope asked Orion, letting out an short chuckled. "That would be the day." She continued, shaking her head. "But seriously, I feel like I barely know the dude. I wish he'd talk to us a bit more..." She added. Penelope turned to look at Emily, hearing her offer. Shaking her head, she replied, "Nah, I think he'd just be annoyed by it. Better just to wait. I was just curious." She chuckled as she heard Ferghus call out to Orion and then Vee's addition. She lifted her arm, letting her hand snake through the obstacles between her and Vee and gave the black cat a few light pats. "Good kitty." She teased, laughing. "Anyone taking Richer this semester?" Penelope asked absentmindedly while petting Vee. "He was being super annoying in class today. Kept yelling about random stuff, as if we weren't listening. I mean, the dude's a lunatic." She complained, pulling her hand back.</s> <\|message\|>Orion Striphe Orion rather liked the thought of the mini-game, but he didn't let the orange-haired Irishman know that. Sitting back in his chair and mentally going over the things that have been said; mostly about the professor, the black-haired young man nodded and shrugged, all at the same time. Because he could do that. "I have a bunch of no-name teachers. It should be smooth sailing from here." His voice was as calm as ever, even as he ignored Vee's warnings and took out around twenty marbles. Rolling them onto the table, Orion tilted his head slightly, narrowing his crystal blue eyes. His voice was rather distracted as he talked. "Just slap him with an elongated boob. That'll show him." He flicked his finger, and smirked as five of the marbles suddenly blasted towards Felyse, only a little slower than a bullet. Orion leaned back and rose one finger, and five more marbles circulated the digit. With only a push of the mind, one more blasted forward, a bit faster than the other five. He trusted the other man's agility and reflexes, however. If he got hit? Well...that was on him. It's what he would've deserved for interrupting Orion's sleeping time...every....fucking...night at the lab. Orion's face broke out into a rather large, evil grin that only happened when he was thinking evil thoughts.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy Orion's marbles were now quickly barreling toward Felyse, dirty trick. In Ferghus's eyes time had slowed, but these were certainly still fast moving projectiles, this was a test, one with consequences. He couldn't let a single one of these telekineticly powered marbles bean the much flimsier Felyse. With a hop off of the comfy cushion Ferghus sprung into action. Placing himself in between the unsuspecting target and his antagonizer. The Irishman, with the aid of his enhanced agility and reflexes, extended his hands in the direction of the incoming projectiles near the speed of a bullet train. Feeling the hefty impact that such small balls of glass can achieve is astonishing. Within a moment five of these orbs were in between the fingers extending from Ferghus's left hand. "Come on Striphe, I could do that one with my eyes closed!" He preemptively turns to walk away when he barely notices Orion's face light up with mischief. Another orb, this one faster than the rest. Such little time, with as much precision as he could Ferghus aligned himself in a way, a shield of sorts for Felyse. The marble flung at high speed glanced across the Irishman's angled shoulder. The impact didn't sound too pretty, a loud smack silenced the cafe for a split moment. Followed by the mocking sound of a marble rolling across wooden boards, and who could forget Orion's half-chuckle. "Ballsch! That'll leave a mark!" Ferghus exclaimed, breaking the silence, and dropped to his knees and clutched the scene of the impact. He faced Orion from the cafe floor and grinned, "Looks like I win. Sure yeh banjaxed me arm, but I guess I caught 'em all." Ferghus let out a forced laugh, fraught with obvious pain. Grabbing the last marble, still rolling about, he rose and returned them to his sadistic partner. Finally he sat down again in the comfy couch beside Nick hoping that no one was staring at him. "Sorry there Vee, Striphe's a pisser yeh know?" He flashed a warm smile and returned to sulking in his pain. "Oh" He spoke in a hushed tone, "Have an icepack?" still staring at the somewhat frustrated kitty cat.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends Half a moment passed between the marbles being fired and a vicious feline roar ringing out across the room. In an instant, a black blur launched itself from the couch, pushing it backwards a foot, and before it impacted Orion shifted into a large brown hawk. The effect of the transformation was ruined, however, when Vee realized she didn't know how to fly, and instead of landing on the boy's shoulder as she had intended, she fell to the floor and skidded to a halt. She lay there a moment, stunned, before turning back into a human. "ooooh, ow." She moaned, trying to push herself off the floor and just falling over instead. "mmmm. I don't feel so good." She just continued laying still until Ferghus asked for an ice pack. "Yeah, I'll go find one, and maybe some asprin too..." She pushed herself up a bit and half crawled, half dragged herself toward the counter.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray entered the room, looking disgruntled. He had a big fight coming up in a few months and his training had turned from hard to hell. He flopped down on the nearest couch and sighed deeply. He took a peak at all the others experimenting (playing?) with their powers and snorted; he had barely even used his. He'd experimented some, but in the end found it useless for his daily life, even when used in secret. "Say, does anyone know where the good Prof is? I've got a few questions for him," said Ray, looking around and not seeing the professor. The gruff man knew why they were given these powers, but there was still information that he needed before he could fully commit to this scheme. He didn't know about the others here (heck, he disliked a lot of them on first sight, especially the girls, and especially Penelope and that brat Emily) but he wasn't going in blind.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 Felyse slowly tuned out the conversation at hand, not at all too concern about the good professor's absence or the professor that Penelope was complaining about. The pie before him was all too enticing. Just as he was about to pile on more into his mouth, a giant mass of muscle suddenly knocked into his chair. In his face was a very familiar hand holding a few marbles that had almost practically appeared out of nowhere. "What--?" the young man managed to startle out until Ferghus knocked against his seat once again to act as a human meat shield. The impact was so hard that his chair started to tilt so far to the side until he saw nothing but the ceiling. The sensation of falling brushed against his nerves. Quickly, in stunned daze, he tried to grasp the edge of the table only for his hands to slip. With adrenaline running through his veins, a draft could be felt from beneath as his chair tumbled into the portal that had materialized suddenly. As quickly as it had appeared, the portal was gone before he could get dragged into it as well – only for the hole to reappear behind Orion with that said seat tumbling out and hit the back of the black-haired man's chair. Staring at the scene before him, Felyse had a lot to take in at once. Just one look at the injured Ferghus, the smirking Orion, and the pitifully crawling Vee was enough to understand the jest of it. The teen threw Orion a look of disappointment that clearly expressed his respect for the older man went down a few notches. His gaze soon turned away to matters of more importance. "Well, that was rather reckless, Ferg." Felyse huffed, nonchalantly brushing off any dust from his clothes. Although he might look annoyed, a hint of concern underlined his words. He sighed and shook his head. The wrinkle between his eyebrows disappeared as he stared off into the distance. "I might not be the most ideal couch for these games, but I could've handled it." Turning his gaze to the owner of the cafe, Felyse crawled after to Vee. Being the one who didn't overexert himself, he managed to catch up to her within seconds. "Veeeeee, go sit on the couch. Gimme your arm." He huffed and moved to his feet, tugging at the sleeves of her shirt while offering his shoulder. "I'll get the stuff. Just tell me where it's at."</s> <\|message\|>Nicholas Isaacs Nick was fast getting irritated by the stupid marble game that the Mick and Orion were playing, it was one of the many things that he had no desire to learn any thing about, but he was watching the Irishman's body as he moved....his form....his catch....Clarity. His power's kicked in, without even attempting to, he perfectly understood the fine art of catching, angles, trajectory, falling speed, it was all pouring into his head like an adult magazine. To demonstrate his new skill he grabbed his slice of pie, and tossed it in the air, standing on the couch he positioned himself perfectly and SNAP, MUNCH he caught it in his mouth, after wiping of his face, he lit up a cig, and blew the smoke in Orion's face as more students of the project arrived. He took a small sip of his non-alcoholic coffee and spat it on the floor next to him. Goddamnit Vee!, this coffee is too hot, if you're gonna serve me a virgin drink at least let it cool down first, shit. He then slumped back down and put out his cigarette in the still scalding coffee cup. Scowling at nobody in particular he started to whine. And speaking of virgins, where in the crap is that prof.lab rat?, I'm getting bored already, Id rather be home solidifying my place on the 'Call of Glory' online leaderboards. I could give a crap if he's on a 'Date' or not, I got shit to do tonight. He turned towards Emily, re-igniting his sleazy smile. As for me, I don't even waste my time with dates, I prefer to get straight to the point... His eyes wondered over Emily's body until Ray the boxer walked in, he had a heavy step to his muscular weight, and it caught Nick's attention, he was fascinated by fighting disciplines, and could tell just by looking at this man that he knew how to fight. Ray grumbled something about looking for the Prof and Nick approached him, smirking devilishly. Yo, Punchy, hit me in the face, don't knock my head off but pop me with a stiff jab, come on just do it, don't be a pussy, it'll kill time. Nick let his arms swing by his side, showing no intention of retaliation.</s>	<\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray made a sound that was halfway a snort, half a growl. If it came to annoying people, this guy, Nick, he recalled, got on his nerves real fast; he was rude, an asshole, a punk, and an asshole all in one. Just from his face you could tell he was nothing but trouble. If he was asking for something like hitting him, that meant he had something planned. Fine then, he'd play his game, but not by his rules. "If you want it, you got it," he said. Slipping into his 16oz gloves, Ray decided to test the waters and throw a heavy jab on the man's face.</s>
<\|description\|>Finn Rohrbach Appearance Age: 46 Gender: Male Personality: A jumble of thoughts, Finn tends to jumble his words together since his mind works much faster than his mouth. He often has to slow his speech down to snails pace for anyone to understand him. He is ever curious and will always put science above all else, even his own life. He often will not eat while experimenting as it would only slow progress which is why he is so skinny all of the time. He does not socialize outside of his lab and will not normal talk to others unless explaining his latest and greatest experiment. Background: Finn grew up in a home that never believed in him. They all told him he'd be a farmer like his dad, but Finn wanted desperately to prove himself. He got such good grades in school that he got a full ride to a college in America and immediately moved to the states, gaining his citizenship. After graduating, Finn stayed in America and acquired a job nearby a college with his own lab. At first, he wasn't concerned with fighting crime, but certain events led up to this. The discovery of a new, interesting element, Element Zero, as Rohrbach called it, and the murder of his wife, Lucille. Bent on justice, Rohrbach uses this new element to create a band of superheroes to fight crime in his stead.</s> <\|message\|>Ray Joe Ali Johnson Ray made a sound that was halfway a snort, half a growl. If it came to annoying people, this guy, Nick, he recalled, got on his nerves real fast; he was rude, an asshole, a punk, and an asshole all in one. Just from his face you could tell he was nothing but trouble. If he was asking for something like hitting him, that meant he had something planned. Fine then, he'd play his game, but not by his rules. "If you want it, you got it," he said. Slipping into his 16oz gloves, Ray decided to test the waters and throw a heavy jab on the man's face.</s> <\|message\|>Veronica Lisa Chambers, Vee to her friends "No fighting..." Vee said without her usual strength. She was seeing double, and her head was pounding a beat for her stomach to dance to. "Oouuh, maybe shifting so fast isn't a good idea..." She allowed herself to be led to the couch, only protesting slightly. "There's some frozen pees in the freezer for Fer... urg... and some asprin in the first aid kit on the wall." She closed her eyes and buried her face in the couch, trying to keep from vomiting.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson At Penelope's request, Heather flipped the sunglasses upward until the darken lenses rested on top of her head. She didn't say much else, choosing to sip the black coffee Vee had offered her and listen in one the ongoing conversation. Where in the world is that professor of theirs. "Well, I'm sure we're not the only lab rats he planned to poke and prod at today." Heather wraps her hands around the smooth mug as she talks, paying little attention to the marble game that was happening around her. "He probably needed to pencil us in today, right between ranting and raving in front of his captive audience of students and unethically playing god before sitting down to 'Wheel of Fortune.'" Heather adds a shrug and a casual smile, "You know, usual old mad scientist stuff."</s> <\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach Only the Brave dare to look upon the gray-upon the things that cannot be explained easily, upon the things which often engender mistakes, upon the things whose cause cannot be understood, upon the things we must accept and live with. And therefore only the Brave dare to look upon difference without flinching. -Richard Hungerford Finn Rohrbach stood with a puzzled look on his face. In front of him, a whiteboard covered with complex calculations and data. He tilted his head slightly, for the umpteenth time this evening, and furrowed his brow. A curious hand rose to stroke the stubble on his chin, a move that he said made him feel more... scientific. In reality, it just sort of made him look... odd. One of the science majors and her professor, Dr. Stanton, stood behind him, passing confused glances to one another. "Ah-ha! I've got it!" He exclaimed, only trying to further his ridiculous stereotyping. The two behind him, the short stumpy older gentleman, and the tall and lanky science nerd beside him, both gave him startled looks, even more confused by his actions. All they'd wanted was a second opinion on their research... For the next hour or so, Rohrbach spent his time explaining the fallacies in their analysis of the results and their error in the experiment, completely dissolving all of their previous hard work. The man, Dr. Stanton, gave Rohrbach an unamused look before politely asking the man to leave so that he and his students, half of the class was still there, could continue their lesson. Rohrbach turned to look at the rest of the students who had decided to stay through his long dialogue. "O-Oh! Well, hello there!" He greeted them, a goofy grin on his face. "I suppose I must have taken up quite a bit of your time, I apologize." He told them, looking at his watch to see how long he'd been there. 6:07 PM ... ... Before the students even had time to react, Rohrbach was racing down the hallways, his lab coat fluttering furiously behind him. The students he passed by could only catch a glimpse at the man's face, shock registering on their own. For... it was a face not many got to see. For such a laid back individual who worked so closely with the school, the students had hardly ever seen him so... fierce. Or at least, those that had tried very hard to forget about it. Making up for lost time, Rohrbach, once on the first floor, took the first open window he could find and jumped, avoiding the unlucky circumstance of his coat getting caught. He raced from Brumley Center across campus and by the time he'd even gotten close to Vee's place, he was out of breath and practically dying. For anyone looking on, he must have looked like a creepy old man, zombified. "Oh no, Rohrbach's really gone crazy now!" He heard girls gossip to one another, trying their best to avoid him. With heavy breaths, he dragged himself toward the Fresh Pot and laid a heavy hand down on the handle. Pulling it open, he stumbled inside, and looked around, his breaths still very heavy and labored. "Ah... I see... you all... made... it." He breathed before stumbling his way over to the nearest empty table and collapsing into a chair. "How... have all of your days been?" He asked, putting a rather pathetic smile on his face. "I'm... not late am I?" He asked, feigning ignorance.</s> <\|message\|>Age: 19 After dumping Vee onto the nearest empty couch, Felyse followed the young woman's instructions and made his way to the freezer and then to the first aid kit. While doing so, the good professor Rohrbach was dragging himself through the door and onto the nearest table. "Quite dandy, professor. Like a candy in the fall," Felyse answered with a thoughtful yet distant expression. "Who held you captive while you missed out on all the pie?" He tilted his head slightly to the side and – for no apparent reason – lightly tapped the top of the professor's head with a slender finger while he walked pass. Although the professor had the looks of a ragamuffin with his lab coat in all disarray, such image wasn't a touch out of place. Ever since the teen had moved into the lab, he would see that man in such a state more often than twice a week especially if the professor had been concocting something in the lab all night. Maybe a few bags of skittles would help. Ignoring the manly bonding taking place between Nick and the newcomer Ray, Felyse waltzed over to Vee and handed her some aspirin. "Here you go, spud. Incoming!" Felyse did the same with Ferghus, tossing the Irish man the bag of frozen peas and a couple pills of aspirin. He then sat on the arm of the couch whose only other occupant was Dominic, and waited patiently - which was just spacing out.</s> <\|message\|>Ferghus Gilroy The pain from the impact was rather horrendous, Ferghus almost began to fear what everyone in this room was truly capable of doing, of all the people who could be hurt by their newfound power, of all those who could be saved. Struggling to catch the freezing bag of peas due to his momentary distraction of thought, the wounded Irishman glanced toward the detached boy and smiled, Felyse was odd, yet Ferghus enjoyed his company in an almost curious sort of way. He placed the cool vegie pack upon the point of impact soothing the pain through a the sleeve of his jacket. A cursory look at the marble inflicted wound was all it took to realize that this was going to be a right nasty bruise in the morning. Only moderately discheveled his attention was set upon the exhausted Rohrbach, he spoke in a rather facetious tone, "And just where've yeh been? Hmm Doc?" Without waiting for a response Ferghus adds, "Now I'm not meaning to be rude or anything, but yeh were so brief in the message. Why'd you ask us all to meet? Don't tell me our powers are gonna go insane an backfire or something." Adding in the last part sarcastically. So many questions he had for the professor, so few did he ever receive a direct answer to, rather a drawn out and dodgy explanation of some tangent or another.</s> <\|message\|>Heather Wilson Heather quietly watches Dr. Rohrbach burst into the cozy café, silencing the room of all speculation and gossip. She takes a sip from her mug as he collapses in a chair, enjoying the bitter coffee and the heat it provided. "Been pretty peachy Rohrbach," Heather replies sarcastically with a smile, "I mean, all things considered." She watches the older man catch his breath, it seem he had been in a huge rush to get here. Heather turns her attention to Ferghus, who had a really good point. Why the hell are any of them here, in such a casual location? "I agree with Ferghus, everyone here probably has a lot of questions. I for one would like to know what we are doing in your little science experiment and when you will decide to pass out those pretty antidotes." Heather pushes the half empty mug away and leans forward in her chair. "Do we need to run some mazes maybe? Or do you have fun surveys for us all to fill out?" Heather tried not to sound angry as she talked to the doctor, but her mood from the other night was beginning to surface. Until Heather was given a reason not to be angry for being deceived or afraid of what was happening to her, she was going to remain slightly irritated with Rohrbach.</s>	<\|message\|>Finn Rohrbach Rohrbach took a moment to catch his breath as the students bombarded him with questions. Ferghus even asked if their powers would backfire. That was a bit of a laugh. No, it probably... wouldn't.... Right? Yeah. Hasn't yet and it's been like... a month. And they were all doing relatively well. Well... With the powers, not all of them had emotional stability just yet. But... Rohrbach figured they'd get used to it eventually, even come to grow an affection for their powers. What was that one movie with the nanny? When they didn't want her, she would be there. When they wanted her, she had to go. Rohrbach let out a little huff, chuckling to himself before he replied to them. "No, no. No chance of that, Ferghus." He told him, chuckling slightly. He turned to Felyse who was helping those that, for whatever reason, seem injured. "Ahh... It was my old mistress, Science. She always has me wrapped around her slender, handsome fingers." He responded, rather dramatically. He then turned to Heather, a look of surprise on his face. "Nothing of the sort! My, you speak as if I see you all as lab rats." He began, shaking his head. "No, my dear. I've explained it all before, haven't I? I hand selected you to help me on my... mission, I suppose you could call it. If you don't want to help, that's fine. But I won't be helping you with your powers." He explained, his voice growing dark near the end. "But... I'm here because I have news for all of you!" He spoke again, his voice suddenly much brighter. He pulled out a rather large tablet from his lab coat pocket and flicked the screen on; on it was a news report. "I have two cases for you all to go on. Of course, this means that you will have to split into groups of two. I've already handled the list of who will be going with who, but I will let the groups chose which case they would rather take on." He explained matter-of-factly. One page was about a series of bank robberies that involved a family of robbers, the Pattersons. The other explained the actions of a recent terrorist. Rohrbach lays the tablet out on the table for the group to look at. "The groups I have decided on are as follows... Group 1 Emily Ray Ferghus Felyse Heather Group 2 Penelope Orion Nicholas Vee Dominic Darrien If I left anyone out, please let me know. Or if you need to hear which group you are in again." The doctor explained, his voice clear. "Also, when you all decide on which you'd like to take, send one of you to tell me at the lab. That's pretty much it. Oh! And, please start on your missions this week. No slacking off. I won't set a deadline, but I'll be keeping watch. And... let those that aren't here know? Thank you!" He explained further. "If you need help in anyway, you know where to find me. Also, I will leave a piece of paper with my number on it so that you may all contact me as you need to. But please, only use it in cases of emergency. I can't be bothered to answer it if you call me every day." He told them, "You are free to look at the tablet at your leisure. Orion, when you come back will please take the tablet with you? I'll be counting on you. Goodbye!" He finished as he stood, left a small piece of paper, and walked out of the building, headed back for the lab.</s>
<\|description\|>Tyler Jeremiah Age: 32 Appearance: Lean build, defined jaw line and light stubble; bright green eyes and dark brown, almost black hair Faction: Civilian: Mechanic Sidearm: A spring-activated knife that Tyler constructed himself in his free time. The blade is longer than a typical pocket knife but otherwise is the same. Skills: Tyler is good at fixing basic machines and small gadgets. Having grown up working in his father's mechanic shop, and since his father's death taken over the business, he's gotten his share of experience. Bio: Tyler grew up in a decent household. That is to say, he always had at least two meals a day. His father owned a machine shop in the lower end of the City of Londonary. When he was 9, Tyler's father brought him into the shop to start learning the trade of being a mechanic. Tyler quickly grew accustomed to the dirt and grime that came with working on machines, and soon grew a talent. After his father passed away at the age of 53, Tyler took over the shop at 17. Once he began working on his own, he started promoting the shop, which he renamed Machine's Cure. Over the years, he's gotten a steady flow of business and income, and has a house in the middle class area of the city, though the shop is more in the lower end section. Instead of finding a different job to get out of the lower end area, he continues to work at his shop. This is mostly in dedication respect to his father, who kept him fed and healthy, but also due to his skill in fixing machines.</s> <\|message\|>Aura Lodestone He was not sure how long it had been since he had went off on his own as he checked his backpack, he only had half of his bread left and his water had already began to run out. He was all alone in this world with no friends or family, right now he was lost and without a purpose other than his blade which he kept in his bag as well. He got really lost in the street as there seemed to be a huge commotion of sorts, as he could not figure out what was actually going on at the time. He looked around really confused as to why the people were so busy and noticed some people setting up stalls as it was his first time actually seeing the main square of town before. He had spent so much time in the mines and working under people he never got to see the world around him. He could smell some fresh food that was probably cooked recently, but he began to think that he would soon starve since he had no money. He had only remembered now that he should have taken money before setting off on his adventure or journey to find his place in the world. He also heard some parents laughing and playing with their children as he looked down sadly having never known that experience too well. He felt deep down inside he did not fit in with this place as he began to search around for a place to go work on his gears. He was not all there when suddenly he got knocked over as he fell on his back as this really pudgy man knocked him over, a familiar man who he had forgotten was the mayor of this town. Not that it really mattered he was a bit upset that the man just did not take note of who was in his way, did not matter who you were could no one respect people or have any manners. Then a serious guy stood over the kid and said. "Watch where you going kid, do not go bothering the mayor you little brat" He wanted to hit this guy so hard right now, but that would not help him get to work on more gears, as he sighed and looked away and just whispered stubbornly, "Sorry..." giving a deep pause as if he wanted to add something to the end of that fake apology. Why did he need to apologize to people when they are in the wrong, or was it always meant to be him who was wrong all the time. He had to be wrong because he was a peasant, a worthless brat, a servant who now no longer had a master. He was nothing more than a stray dog to this rich people he thought to himself. As he sat there people just walked passed him as if he was not even there, not like anyone would care since they were too busy enjoying something. He heard someone announcing it was time as he just sat there and listened. The man then said something that helped him get an idea of where he was, he was in Londonary and it had been some time but he was not even sure when he had gotten there to be honest. He heard something about an amazing day, but was there really such a thing as an amazing day as the little boy thought to himself. He then began thinking more and looked up to the sky and wondered why he could not just get work since he was already sixteen. The people here would accept him would they not? He then saw something he had never seen before as they unveiled a large clock, the beautiful gears and the pristine design, the creation so perfect until he noticed a blemish as he held his mouth for a moment nearly losing himself at the sight as he remembered that day. He wanted to get away from this place as the people all began running like crazy, one person kicked him to the side and a few stepped on him as well with some people only going around him afterwards. He was used to being treated like dirt anyways as he did not know where to go from here, he tried standing up slowly a bit hurt and feeling sore here and there. He then stood up and looked towards the clock tower as he glared at it wondering who would defile this beautiful clock, rather than thinking about how they could have killed the person to begin with. Before he even knew it he was nearly alone in the town square as he took this time to scavenge some resources getting some food and coin and stuffing it into his backpack. Not that anyone cared they just ran off on their own it was their fault for not watching over their goods. No matter what happens if you do not look after yourself then no one else will, is what he had thought and would continue to think. This was just another day in the life of Aura</s> <\|message\|>Kacey Wall "How the hell does this happen!?! I wanna kill the bastard that murdered Michael!" "Calm down Kacey! Getting angry won't change what happened, besides, we have no idea who did it." Kacey and Peter sat within opposite sides of the car that was speeding away from the scene. Kacey's expression was both full of rage and on the edge of sorrow while Peter was trying his hardest to bring out that sorrow and suppress that violent animal that Kacey held within. Knowing that the Mayor was beginning to talk sense, Kacey punched the side wall of the cabin in order to let as much frustration out as possible in one go. The force leaving the surface of his skin torn and blood began to weep it's way from the wound. "I told you before, did I not, that I will arrange for your brother's body to be obtained, and then we will uncover what happened and deal with those involved in the correct, 'legal' manner," Peter sat back in his chair and let out a deep breath knowing that he was beginning to get through to his friend. "I know of a Surgeon in the city with some questionable backgrounds. Information of his arrival and Right to Practice appeared on my desk not too long ago," His words began to contradict exactly what he was talking about in the previous statement, but they were drawing Kacey's attention like a moth to a flame. "...however, I dismissed the documents due to the dire lack of physicians we have at the current time." The information about the Mayor's motives came at almost the same time that the car arrived to a halt at the Aristocrat's Manor. The door opened out to reveal the bright sunlight from outside, a brightness that forced Kacey to shield his eyes with his hand. "Have a think about what I said," Peter spoke as he looked forward without being phased by the radiating heat coming in from the outside, "Until next time." Kacey stepped down onto the dirty brick pathway and heard the door close behind him, he turned around to see a driver step back into the front and give him a wave goodbye. As the sound of the motor faded off before him, he made his way towards the front door where he saw it open. Emerging from inside was a woman with long, red hair and a beautifully hand crafted dress. She came for him in a joyous dash but quickly noticed the expression on his face before slowing down to a standstill. "What's wrong?!" She asked as she held his hands to the side of her face. "Michael's... dead," he whispered to his wife as her face began to loose all colour. "I need to speak to the True Heir." Slowly Kacey pulled his hands away and began to walk past her towards the front door, leaving her in shock as to what had happened today. The two men waited for the majority of the crowd to clear before stepping away from the alcove. Slowly they walked the streets, noticing that with every step they took the alleyways and corridors grew even more silent and abandoned. It was unusual, almost eerie and creepy but they soon stopped opposite a small Machine Shop. Jeffery looked across the street at the sign while Dwayne was a bit more inquisitive noticing all the shops that were closed for the day. "You sure about this place?" "Positive," spoke Jeffery as he pulled a lump of rock from within his coat and examined the radiant beauty that it contained. "He will surely be interested in this. It's not every day that you come across a quantity of ore as rare as this." Jeffery began to cross the street towards the shop with Dwayne following him like a lost dog. They reached the side walk when Dwayne spoke about something that should of remained unspoken unless they were within closed doors, "And will he build the same Jackhammers his father built?" At that moment he felt a push and was pinned against the wall next to the shop front with Jeffery staring him in the eyes, "Fool! Think before you speak next time." The pressure off Dwayne was released and Jeffery straightened up his clothes to make him look more presentable. He took a look around noticing that there was very little chance for anyone around to hear what it was that they quarrelled about before finally addressing his sibling, "Brother, you know full well that we do not discuss his 'arms' out in public." Jeffery moved towards the shop door and pressed against it, noticing that it was open and chimed off a small bell from above the door jam. His brother followed suit knowing that this was a brilliant example as to why Jeffery was in charge of the family affairs.</s>	<\|message\|>Tyler Jeremiah Tyler looked up to the two men that had walked in and stood up. "Excuse me sirs, give me a moment, I'll be right with you." He walked behind the counter into the back room and changed back into his work outfit. As he took his coat off, he felt the necklace he bought in his pocket. Tyler took the necklace out, took a moment to admire the design once more, and put it on and tucked it under his shirt. He quickly washed his hands off splashed water on his face to try and calm down after the panic in the courtyard. As he walked back to the front of the shop, he put on a smile and tried to appear friendly. "Sorry about that. How may I help you?"</s>
<\|description\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ____________________________________ Zhijiru Age: 17 Hair Color: Black, messy, mid-length Eye Color: Green, however his left eye is infected (black and red) and is usually covered Height: 5' 4" Body Type: Between average and thin Starting Information: Zhijiru was infected at a young age with an eye that turns all goopy and leaks black mud or ink when it isn't covered. He's is outcasted by his fellow villagers because of his afliction. Not much people know about his affliction and is considered a myth or rumor even to most people from his own village. He is trying to stay out of trouble to regain a better status among his people to gain a sense of belonging. But he has to travel from village to village to sell alone, with no family to help him. Sometimes thugs and bandits steal from him and there is really nothing he can do about it. He just hopes that no one will kill him as he tries to find his place in the world. ____________ Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru's village, Talrasha, was a quite populated area, but the houses were mostly made out of simple straw, wood, and rarely brick or stone. The house that his family left behind after they died was one of the cheaper made straw and wood houses. Because there wasn't enough family members to delegate any tasks to anymore, the house was already half crumbled due to his long travels. Each time he returned the house was in a poorer condition than when he left it. Sometimes, signs that indicated it wasn't just nature's doing. And he didn't have the time, energy, or money to keep fixing it again and again. He decided it was time for him to save up money to buy a better house that could stand up on it's own for a longer time. Maybe invest in a lock. He expected that it would take years though. In the early morning before he set out to the marketplace he grabbed what few gold, silver, and copper coins he had in a bag and quickly dashed into a forested area near his house. He stood in a clearing, checked the landmarks and dug into the ground using a thin stone and his bare hands. He buried some coins. He had learned from past experiences to not leave money in his house, or keep too much money on him. Villagers, despite usually scoffing at a distance, also stole from him when he was away. It was desperate times in a once close and happy community. He kept a few coins with him, in case he needed to buy equipment, food, shelter, or other items to barter with. He buried the rest, knowing well that the forests were deemed as cursed for what happened to himself and others. No one would come here looking for coins. Villagers avoided this area as much as possible. Zhijiru took a short cut home off the path, nearly tripping on a corpse. But that was normal around the cursed forest. After returning home he packed his goods in his wagon. Two hens, a rooster, eggs, his dog Diesel, a young Norwegian Elkhound, and various but few crops, food, and the last two sets of china his mother used to make by hand and sell by the dozens. Lastly, the last sword his father made, hoping to get at least 100 gold coins for it. He always resisted displaying it for sale, because of his fear of departing from it and the memories of his father along with it. His wagon was being pulled by a single ox. His last strong ox. If he lost him, he would have to travel and sell wares by foot. After he finished filling his cart he guided his ox along past the busy streets by walking alongside it. It was dangerous otherwise, a kid might startle it as a prank. People from the village averted their gaze from Zhijiru. Either they were afraid that he would also curse them, or that they believed that they were above him. One large man spat in his face as he passed by. Zhijiru rubbed it off and kept going. It wasn't unusual treatment, but rage was still welling up inside him. After the streets cleared up he climbed up the wagon front and drove the ox to the busy marketplace that linked up several towns and villages. Some of which, Zhijiru have not visited or heard of. The lonely drive always helped calm him down. By the time he reached the market and set up shop it was in the afternoon. He set up everything for display in a stall in front of his wagon, his ox tied up to the wagon next to it. The only thing hidden was the sword and half of the money he carried with him. Business was going slowly, as usual. Not often did people want to buy from a dirty poor kid. Sometimes Zhijiru thought the sales he got were just to humor or pity him.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca popped up beside Zhijiru's market stall. He had been there earlier by a few hours. He would not normally do that, but the potion shop he used to work in burned down mysteriously, along with its owner. Well, he got his payday before that, so he could last a bit before having to find work again. "Jiru! You're late!" chirped Luca. He grabbed an apple, and looked upon every corner of it. Looked fine. Probably tasted good, and worked well as an alchemical component. Placing a silver coin on the wagon, Luca bit into the apple and munched noisily. With a grin and a wink at Zhijiru, he leaned on the wagon and looked skywards. "Everything the same, huh? I wanted to ask my employer if she knew a way to cure your eye, but it kind of went tits up when she died in a fire. Any news?" Finishing the apple, he threw the core into a nearby ditch.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Jiru! You're late!" chirped Luca. "Oh God, not Luca," Zhijiru thought. There was always something contagious about Luca's cheerfulness that somehow always caught Zhijiru by surprise, it was more of the idea or concept of Luca that annoyed him. That damn silver hair reminded him of his father. Zhijiru never spoke about his father to Luca, but the opposite personalities made the encounters more bearable. They were clearly not the same person. Zhijiru took the coin and placed it out of sight and under the wagon. "My house, if you want to call that garbage heap, is a wreck. I need to move out, build a new one, or buy one." Zhijiru slumped over his stall counter. "But a few silver coins each trip to the market won't help me. I'll be an old man before I can change anything, and that'll only be if I don't get robbed until then." Zhijiru looked back at the wagon, inside had his father's sword hidden. He knew he'd never sell it, but always contemplated the 'what if' if he did. "And stop trying to get me cured, I feel like something is wrong with me enough as it is." Zhijiru itched the bandage that covered his eye. He diagonally wrapped white bandages around his head and over his left eye and left ear. It wasn't the most classy way to cover his affliction, but he didn't know any pirates.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "Aww," Luca cooed. He popped around to one of the hens and starting poking around it. The hen clucked disparagingly, as if proud of itself even as it sat in the cage with the other, more timid chicken. "Ya' haven't reached the 'twilight of your life', yet, Jiru!" Luca waved his hand out in a grandiose gesture as he said 'twilight', imitating the deep voice of the average well-spoken storyteller. "The day is young! Do something! Maybe if you can train hard, and get a proper eyepatch..." Luca pondered on the thought. He imagined Zhijiru, wearing a set of full platemail. A black eye-patch covering his afflicted eye, and a greatsword hanging from his back. A well-trained mercenary ready to fight for gold, God or country, and a little sexy too. "Zhijiru, the Land Pirate! Zhijiru the Iron!" he rattled off potential nicknames as he poked the annoyed hen. "Zhijiru the Dark Knight. Zhijiru the—" The young man yelped as the hen bit his finger, and clucked disapprovingly as he snatched his hand away from the cage. "You need to tame this hen before she goes on a rampage, Jiru," said Luca, poking his head around the corner of the wagon to look at the shopkeeper right in the face with a toothy grin. "She's a natural-born killer, I tell you! Arm her with a sword and she will take down knights and kings!" Luca laughed, rubbing his sore, chicken-bit finger.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru pulled Luca's finger in front of his face to look at it. The beak of his hens were sharp, mostly because they were wild. It likely would have cut into the skin, at least. But when he saw that it didn't, his eye throbbed at him. He gently squeezed the finger, and a single drop came out. "Don't just leave it open!" Zhijiru said, referring to the wounded finger. put one hand into his pocket and pulled out some spare bandages. He licked the blood off of Luca's finger and wrapped it in a bandage. Zhijiru did it without thinking, especially since he got an infection in his eye from leaving it open at the wrong place at the wrong time. As rare as the parasite in his eye was, he didn't want to risk it on a friend-- but as the seconds went on, he realized that was probably not something he should have done, and looked away a slight bit embarrassed. "A-Anyways. There aren't much heroes here. And not any I'd have the courage to approach. Maybe if I had something to offer them in return they would consider training me."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca's face turned red the moment he saw Zhijiru's tongue stick out. Where the tongue went wasn't as worrying as the fact that he had suddenly thought of it in the first place, but that didn't help. "T-thanks." Luca forced out his appreciation, even as the environment between the two just became a lot more nerve-wracking. His father told him once that "Make people laugh if you can't do anything to help." "A... curse is almost as good as a talent," muttered Luca, staring at the bandaged finger. The linens Zhijiru spent on this bandage were generous, more so than Luca would have bothered putting on himself. "And you're alive. That's what you can offer them." He scratched his hair a little nervously. "If that helps at all. LOOK AT THE LOVELY WEATHER TODAY!" Luca shouted out to the sky in a ridiculous attempt to change the subject, and even the passers-by noticed Luca's yelling. With a quiet, mild-mannered squeak, Luca retreated to the hens, and glared at the feisty chicken who bit him. "I'm buying you for supper." "Cluck!" the chicken replied. It sounded like it said: "Bring it, bitch!"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS You could imagine, Zhijiru sinking slow on his counter and covering his face as the people starred in the direction of Luca's exclamation. He peeked out past his arm watching the people go by after realizing it was nothing. "You seem very itchy for adventure today. All this talk about heroes and such. And honestly, it's starting to get to me." Zhijiru paused, "In a good way-- I mean. Maybe I should close up early and we could do something. Not sure what though..." Zhijiru paused, taking a deep breath. "It's not like I have parents that can stop me from being irresponsible anymore." He said it, not at all feeling like the death of his family was holding him down, but somehow freeing. He took another inhale, not as deep. Then he sat down and held up Diesel the Norwegian Elkhound on his lap. "Or maybe I could just stay here and be a good boy, make money... and such," he said, nodding to himself in approval.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "You could get drunk and shag the waitresses." Luca laughed at the mental image. "Cluck!" the hen clucked at him, turning her head right after she did so. Luca glared back at the chicken. "You say that again, and I'm plucking the feathers off you, one by one." Of course, Luca couldn't understand chicken speech, but he guessed what the chicken said and replied appropriately. "Cluck. Cluck." Translation: I'll bite your fucking balls off. "Good luck with that, dinner," Luca snorted. That was physically impossible, for reasons he'd rather not discuss. "Cluck!" Translation: Eunuch! Luca shook his head. "Jiru, I'm buying this spiteful oversized dinner. How much?" He popped his head back to the counter, looking at Zhijiru... and his dog. Luca was a cat person, but Diesel was a big sweetheart that he could tolerate. "You're not making money, Zhijiru, the way you handle business. I've seen funeral homes with more customer loyalty."</s>	<\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Before Zhijiru could retort back, a woman who appeared to be in higher social class than himself appeared. Her clothing was of a simple farmer, but it was a lot cleaner and she appeared to be wearing light make-up. "You seem like a lively bunch," she smiled. "I see that you have chicke--" Zhijiru pointed quickly to the exact chicken that Luca was talking too, "I have this fiiiine chicken here, only for 20 silver." Zhijiru usually sold his chickens for 10 silver, but this was his way of getting back at Luca's comment. Diesel hopped off Jiru's lap, and had an interest in the woman, slowly approaching her.</s>
<\|description\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ____________________________________ Zhijiru Age: 17 Hair Color: Black, messy, mid-length Eye Color: Green, however his left eye is infected (black and red) and is usually covered Height: 5' 4" Body Type: Between average and thin Starting Information: Zhijiru was infected at a young age with an eye that turns all goopy and leaks black mud or ink when it isn't covered. He's is outcasted by his fellow villagers because of his afliction. Not much people know about his affliction and is considered a myth or rumor even to most people from his own village. He is trying to stay out of trouble to regain a better status among his people to gain a sense of belonging. But he has to travel from village to village to sell alone, with no family to help him. Sometimes thugs and bandits steal from him and there is really nothing he can do about it. He just hopes that no one will kill him as he tries to find his place in the world. ____________ Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS The woman smiled at Luca. "Oh? Well, I do like my... Food. Full of spunk and energy." Diesel creeped up closer to the woman and sniffed her ankle. "Oh, goodness. What a cute dog, is he for sale too?" Diesel flinched back a bit every time she moved slightly. Dogs usually did flinching as a playful gesture, but Diesel seemed to do it cautiously. "No, he isn't." Zhijiru crawled under his counter and pulled Diesel back. But Diesel kept going back to her. Zhijiru shrugged and picked up the cage the chicken was in. Zhijiru stuck his tongue at Luca instead of responding to his comment, (away from the woman so she wouldn't see,) and put it on the counter. The woman looked at the chicken for a few seconds, smiled, and handed the 20 silver coins. Zhijiru took a moment to make sure that they were real, checking the weight of them and seeing if any paint would come off but everything checked out. The odd thing was, Zhijiru was surprised she took the chicken for that price, and especially after Luca's comment about it not being tame. "Thanks," said the woman, smiling, as she took the chicken away. Zhijiru kept watching the woman as she walked away. She didn't walk like a farmer, she swayed her hips left and right needlessly, and honestly she didn't smell like one either (not to be a creep or anything). Why would a farmer agree to such a price, he almost meant it like a joke, if anything. There were other small things that didn't sit well with him. As he watched her, for a moment her silhouette changed. He rubbed his eyes and she disappeared into the crowd. Jiru shook his head, he probably couldn't see her well, after all, he only had one eye to go off of. "Sorry about that Luca, I didn't actually think she'd take it, but I wasn't going to say no if she did." He tossed a single coin in the air and caught it.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir That woman dressed the part of a farmer, but the way she moved and acted seemed off. If she was going incognito, she was doing a poor job at it, especially the part where she suddenly disappeared into the crowd. Of course, guessing what she was pretending not to be was going to be tricky, but Luca could try. "I bet you your chicken that's a hero or someone, pretending to be a local," Luca commented off-handedly. "Oh, and did you know your tongue's black?" He lied, but maybe it was time to shake up Jiru a bit. Crouching down at the counter, Luca glanced lazily in Jiru's direction. "Looks like you're eating something nice tonight. Or, well, at least, eating." Luca let out a little laugh. Jiru was dirt-poor, and Luca was only averagely poor, but any form of charity from Luca to Jiru seemed wrong. Unless Jiru was in the most dire of circumstances, but he never actually reached that point. Luca couldn't count how many times Jiru almost became too poor to even survive, though. The key word, in this case, was almost.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru was sort of drowning out what Luca was babbling about. He tend to that sometimes. "WHAT?!" Jiru said, and attempted to look at his tongue to see if it was black. But then he realized Luca was just trying to get his attention. He took a jab at Luca's upper arm in return. "Why would anyone pretend to be a farmer? Being a farmer sucks." "Let's eat somewhere tonight, my treat. I mean, of course, it has to be in my budget. It's the least I can do for selling the chicken you had such interest in." Zhijiru looked around. "Where's Diesel?" His eyes got bigger as he looked around frantically.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca felt elated at the thought. Days where he could sponge off Zhijiru and anyone else were rare, and he would utterly take advantage of that. "Sure! At least the bastard chicken's going to die." Zhijiru was only looking at the surface. A hero would be disguised as a farmer to avoid suspicion, and save the world while in disguise. "She's probably hunting down evil incognito. She only looks like a farmer now, but she's dispensing justice." When his friend mentioned Diesel, he looked around too. Diesel often tried to sniff his groin for one reason or another, and he was sort of glad that Diesel wasn't doing that now. But where was the dog, anyway? "I don't know. Is he pissing on a lamppost?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru shuddered at the idea of Diesel getting lost. He was a smart dog, and never wandered too far. If he did, he was always trusted to come back. He was more vigorous than Zhijiru was, and he surely had to get real sustenance exploring while his master wasn't looking, even though he master never actually noticed when he had left in previous occasions. It dawned on him, that the dog had taken a liking to the fake farmer. Suddenly the ideas in Zhijiru's head started going at a thousand miles per hour. Did Diesel follow her? What if she had better food than Zhijiru did and decided to stay with her? What if she was going to EAT HIM? Oh the humanity! He imagined a slightly pudgier version of Diesel wagging his short curly tail, eating like a king. Zhijiru couldn't have that. Zhijiru turned to Luca, and roughly grabbed Luca's shoulders, "Stay here! I'm going to go get him!" Zhijiru hopped the counter and started to run in the direction of the woman. Not thinking at all that Luca was not to be trusted with... well... anything.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca squeaked as Jiru grabbed him and deputised him at the shop. He really must have loved the dog a lot. So much so that he left Luca in charge of the store. The worried look upon Zhijiru's face as he looked into the distance, especially when his face twisted into so many depictions of terror, was a mixture of horrifying and just a tinge of amusing to Luca. Zhijiru looked terrified, but cartoonishly so. The young man stared in awe as Zhijiru vaulted over the store counter and towards some random direction. He forgot where the woman went, and she was hopefully unrelated to this. With Jiru come, he could at least do something. Crouching under the counter, he lifted off his shirt and adjusted his chest-bindings. Luca called himself a man, but biology decided otherwise. It was fortunate that Zhijiru never knew. Once that was done, he stood up, picked off an apple from the counter, and placed another silver coin of his own. He bit into it and munched noisily, watching passers-by with a lazy gaze.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru dashed through the marketplace. He couldn't spot the lady anywhere. Thankfully Diesel was trotting along rather carelessly. The happy dog seemed like he was lost with that dumb face he had. Tongue hanging out, tail wagging, and nearly hopping in his step. But beyond that Diesel knew exactly where he was going. Zhijiru grabbed the dog, and startled him in the process. Which was unusual since Zhijiru snuck up on him all the time and the dog always seemed to know he was coming. The dog squirmed in his arms. "H-Hey!" The dog jumped off of him and started to run off. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed frustrated before running to catch up. He followed the dog left and right and around people before the dog stopped at a dead end. Exhausted, Zhijiru could only muster a, "Ha... you... f-fat... dog," breathing in between every word. The dog put his paws against a scrap metal on the wall and started pushing on it, but then jumped up and down as if super excited to meet someone. His tail wagging frantically. "Arf, arf!" The metal went, bang bang, as the dog jumped against the scrap. Bang bang bang. A voice could be heard past the wall of the alley. "Who's making that racket?!" it sounded like a very, very angry man. Zhijiru swooped up his dog, more forcefully this time and hid behind a barrel. It smelled like rotting fish. A man came out, swinging a butcher's knife, trying to see if he could locate the perpetrator. Zhijiru held Diesel's mouth shut, resulting in a very quiet, "Omph, omph" as Diesel's cheek's inflated and deflated with each attempted bark. The man soon mumbled to himself and shut the door behind him. Zhijiru sighed in relief. However, Zhijiru heard a familiar, "cluck cluck" coming from the wall next to him. Diesel pushed away again and stuck his nose in the crack of the wall. Jiru stared at him for a second and just thought, "What are you doing? You stupid dog..." He pulled the dog away, and decided to take the chance to look through the little hole. He peered downwards into it, as it appeared that he was seeing into a basement. "Cluck cluck cluck" The chicken was there, and so was a familiar voice, but in a not-so-familiar body. The dirty farmer with her hair up, was now a shorter, younger woman, with long black silky hair. "We meet again at last, chicken," said the woman. He thought to himself, "She's talking to a chicken. She's crazy. Just like Luca." He moved away from the crack in the wall, and the dog figured it was his turn again. But when the dog stuck his nose back into the door some of the loose stone gave way and fell to the ground. "What?!" The woman shrieked in surprise and looked towards the crack in the wall above her. She saw a little muzzle poking through with a silently sniffing nose. She didn't immediately recognize it, but she put the two and two together. Zhijiru could hear her walking towards them. Right after he yanked diesel out. He heard a crash in the room, and frantic clucking. Zhijiru dashed back to meet up with Luca. "Luca! Luca!" As soon as he got back though, he made sure to leash Diesel up to the wagon.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "How much is this apple?" Luca grinned, and held the apple in his hand. He winked at the young lady inquiring, trying to pull off the 'handsome' demeanour to her. "Two silver, mademoiselle. It's fresh, and sweet for palate, and but not too sweet." The lady giggled, before picking up seven of the apples and placing them into her basket. "I'll take the lot. That'll be 18 silver, right?" This business thing seemed easy. The apples were the last bunch of the lot he managed to sell. The chickens went for 12 silver each to a friendly old man, a few bushels of grain were sold for a total of 7 silver. All that remained at the shop were the profits of today, and a ox munching on some grass with a lazy gaze in its eyes. The sales totalled 71 silver today. Zhijiru would be impressed. Or more probably, too horrified to speak. Luca smiled to himself as his fingers traced the coins, one-by-one. "Hey, mister?" Luca's attention was attracted by a middle-aged man, looking like a veteran farmer by a simple glance. "I see that your shop's empty, but is that ox for sale?" Luca shook his head, and went back to counting the coins. "I really need one, and this one is a fine specimen. How about 10 gold coins?" Luca blinked, and stared incredulously at the farmer. High quality oxen went for 8 gold coins, the last time he recalled. Even if Zhijiru busted his ass to get this one, it would still be a net profit. "S-sure," stuttered Luca. The farmer placed 10 golden coins (all of them tested by Luca's teeth) on the table, untied the ox, and went his way with a small wave at the young man. Staring at the 10 gold coins, he began to laugh. He wasn't sure if Zhijiru had ever seen a gold coin! He still continued to laugh hysterically, even as his friend returned with his dog. Luca did not even notice Jiru's return.</s>	<\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Luca, What the hell are you doing?" Zhijiru said, now realizing how empty-- or... desolate his store is. "What did you sell?!" He exclaimed, not sounding excited, but rather wondering where his stuff went. Especially the ox. "You might have well have just sold the wagon while you were at it!" Zhijiru was a bit impressed, but his jealousy of his selling skills overshadowed any compliment he could have otherwise mustered.</s>
<\|description\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS ____________________________________ Zhijiru Age: 17 Hair Color: Black, messy, mid-length Eye Color: Green, however his left eye is infected (black and red) and is usually covered Height: 5' 4" Body Type: Between average and thin Starting Information: Zhijiru was infected at a young age with an eye that turns all goopy and leaks black mud or ink when it isn't covered. He's is outcasted by his fellow villagers because of his afliction. Not much people know about his affliction and is considered a myth or rumor even to most people from his own village. He is trying to stay out of trouble to regain a better status among his people to gain a sense of belonging. But he has to travel from village to village to sell alone, with no family to help him. Sometimes thugs and bandits steal from him and there is really nothing he can do about it. He just hopes that no one will kill him as he tries to find his place in the world. ____________ Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "How much is this apple?" Luca grinned, and held the apple in his hand. He winked at the young lady inquiring, trying to pull off the 'handsome' demeanour to her. "Two silver, mademoiselle. It's fresh, and sweet for palate, and but not too sweet." The lady giggled, before picking up seven of the apples and placing them into her basket. "I'll take the lot. That'll be 18 silver, right?" This business thing seemed easy. The apples were the last bunch of the lot he managed to sell. The chickens went for 12 silver each to a friendly old man, a few bushels of grain were sold for a total of 7 silver. All that remained at the shop were the profits of today, and a ox munching on some grass with a lazy gaze in its eyes. The sales totalled 71 silver today. Zhijiru would be impressed. Or more probably, too horrified to speak. Luca smiled to himself as his fingers traced the coins, one-by-one. "Hey, mister?" Luca's attention was attracted by a middle-aged man, looking like a veteran farmer by a simple glance. "I see that your shop's empty, but is that ox for sale?" Luca shook his head, and went back to counting the coins. "I really need one, and this one is a fine specimen. How about 10 gold coins?" Luca blinked, and stared incredulously at the farmer. High quality oxen went for 8 gold coins, the last time he recalled. Even if Zhijiru busted his ass to get this one, it would still be a net profit. "S-sure," stuttered Luca. The farmer placed 10 golden coins (all of them tested by Luca's teeth) on the table, untied the ox, and went his way with a small wave at the young man. Staring at the 10 gold coins, he began to laugh. He wasn't sure if Zhijiru had ever seen a gold coin! He still continued to laugh hysterically, even as his friend returned with his dog. Luca did not even notice Jiru's return.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Luca, What the hell are you doing?" Zhijiru said, now realizing how empty-- or... desolate his store is. "What did you sell?!" He exclaimed, not sounding excited, but rather wondering where his stuff went. Especially the ox. "You might have well have just sold the wagon while you were at it!" Zhijiru was a bit impressed, but his jealousy of his selling skills overshadowed any compliment he could have otherwise mustered.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca couldn't hold in his laughter, even as Zhijiru was shouting. "I... can't... oh gods I'm dying!" he spat out words between his hysterics. He really should have tried to sell the wagon, too, he realised, but the laughter pretty much killed all rational thought in his mind. Luca took in a few deep breaths as he crouched at the stall, his hands hanging off the opposite edge of the counter. With a grin, and a wink, he paused for dramatic effect, before saying a single word. "Every— wait for it... thing." Luca clicked his fingers at the end of his sentence.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru's blood was going to a boil. He realized this though, and tried to take some deep breaths. Zhijiru had one thing on his mind and that was his father's sword. He hopped into the wagon, and lifted wooden seat. Thank god he didn't sell the wagon, at least, as the sword was still hidden there. He took it out and held it in between his arms. He laid down on the empty but still dirty wagon floor, looking straight up. He was probably going to buy more than a few drinks after this. He laid there for a bit and started to laugh lightly. Then he laughed a little louder and louder each time until he had streams running down both sides of his face. He smiled as he settled down. "You're an ass, Luca."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca backed off a bit when Zhijiru's face turned black. What was he angry about? He stayed silent as Zhijiru dug for something in the wagon, and smiled as Zhijiru cried and laughed at the same time, clutching the sword. Wait, when did Zhijiru get that sword, anyway? "You have a sword! And don't call me an ass!" Luca placed his hands at his, fortunately, not-so-feminine hips, and shot daggers with his eyes for just a moment. Cupping the coins with his hands, Luca walked over to the wagon and let the coins fall onto the wagon interior, and smiled as he leaned against the wagon on the outside, just beside Zhijiru. "So, what do you want to do with this money?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru, forgetting everything about the chicken, thanks to Luca, now wanted more than anything to just eat something good and get drunk. Maybe a chicken of their own. "Let's eat something. I'm starving!" Zhijiru took the sword sling and slung it on his back. The sword was in it's black scabbard and the hilt had engraved designs of white cranes. It wasn't a big sword, just a typical katana. Zhijiru got the rest of his money he had hidden, you know, the ones he kept away from the counter in case he was robbed. It was in a travel bag where the katana was hidden and also wore it against his back. Jiru pointed dramatically down the road. "And thus the party of two begins their journey! The journey to well deserved FOOD!" Jiru jumped down the side of the wagon, beckoning to Luca to join him.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca joined Jiru by his side, lying back at the wagon for a moment. "I earned that money, you know!" He began to ponder what to eat. Meat, soup, bread... perhaps a buffet would only suffice for the best of times. There was a shop nearby that sold mouth-watering meat pies of every variety, even if he believed that cats were sometimes used for filling when they ran out of other sources. Another shop sold great soup dishes, though there were occasional rumours of human bones being used for soup stock. They needed to get better shops around here, or less gossiping hens.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "But it's MY stuff you sold!" Zhijiru took Luca by his wrist and started running along the market happily smiling and excited, "Forget that anyways! There's this place I've always wanted to go to!" Zhijiru continued to run across the street and turned out of the busy streets. In the distance was a lonely stone and wooden shop, with smoke coming out of the chimney. It had a faded dark red, nearly brown porch and sign saying, "The Crimson Cottage." As they neared Zhijiru let go of Luca and ran to the porch, which at the end of the railing, there was a view below as the porch was lifted over short cliff. In the distance was a forest, and the sounds of birds chirping could be heard from the cottage. Zhijiru took in a deep breath and smelled the delicious steaks cooking inside. There currently wasn't anyone here, and it was usually a quiet place. Their stakes were expensive, and it was usually only filled when someone slayed a monster or celebrated the findings of treasure. "Come on, Luca!" Zhijiru waved as he entered the cottage, as he couldn't stand waiting any longer. The bell at the top of the door rung as the door opened, to notify the owner. Inside there was the grill in the middle of the room. Stools, chairs, benches and tables all around for the gatherings. There was a back room kitchen that was sectioned off by a counter that was currently being wiped down by a large but friendly looking man named Bill. "Why, I have some unlikely customers today." Bill looked at Zhijiru's sword strapped behind his back and started to chuckle lightly. Zhijiru clearly didn't look like a fighter, but in some ways he was reluctant assume that they were going to ask for a handout. He tried to nicely educate them, incase they thought it was a regular old restaurant. "This here is the Crimson Cottage boy, these won't be cheap meals or drinks you'll be having and assuming you've taken in any of the aroma here, I assure you they taste even better than it smells."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca shuddered when the shop Zhijiru in mind had come into view. The Crimson Cottage. The most expensive shop in the village, and one rightfully so. Steaks worth the price of slaves in old tales, and drinks that bathed the tongue in wondrous yet sensible flavours that hurt the purse more than a talented bandit. The bell's ring made him cringe, though more of a surprise than anything else. Zhijiru's enthusiasm was quite appreciated, but Luca didn't expect them to eat here of all places. No one was here, other than the man managing the counter. A man called Bill, and probably someone who could beat up Zhijiru and Luca both with his bare hands in normal circumstances. Luca spent a moment to pray that the situation would never get that far, before following Jiru into the store proper. Bill's introduction to the store wasn't necessary (Luca's former mentor used to eat here once or twice, usually after a good deal), but the explanation calmed down Luca a bit. Perhaps Jiru wouldn't do anything risky. "Yeah..." Luca decided to let Zhijiru do the talking. A bad move would make him persona non grata. "Jiru... what do you intend on getting? I'll just have that."</s>	<\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru asked for one of the cheaper meals. Expensive, actually, but cheaper. He ordered a smaller sized steak for two, because if he didn't specify, they would have ended up with portions the size of a party. Heroes did tend to eat a lot here, so the portions were sized specifically for them. When they sat down and waited for their meals, Zhijiru looked at Luca with a determination in his eye. "Luca, let's get out of here." Zhijiru paused for a bit, almost as if he needed to think about what he was saying, to make sure he wasn't going to take it back again. "Let's never come back too." Zhijiru looked a little uncertain, maybe even afraid, but he wasn't going to accept being stuck in the same routine as before.</s>
<\|description\|>Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca popped up beside Zhijiru's market stall. He had been there earlier by a few hours. He would not normally do that, but the potion shop he used to work in burned down mysteriously, along with its owner. Well, he got his payday before that, so he could last a bit before having to find work again. "Jiru! You're late!" chirped Luca. He grabbed an apple, and looked upon every corner of it. Looked fine. Probably tasted good, and worked well as an alchemical component. Placing a silver coin on the wagon, Luca bit into the apple and munched noisily. With a grin and a wink at Zhijiru, he leaned on the wagon and looked skywards. "Everything the same, huh? I wanted to ask my employer if she knew a way to cure your eye, but it kind of went tits up when she died in a fire. Any news?" Finishing the apple, he threw the core into a nearby ditch.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Jiru! You're late!" chirped Luca. "Oh God, not Luca," Zhijiru thought. There was always something contagious about Luca's cheerfulness that somehow always caught Zhijiru by surprise, it was more of the idea or concept of Luca that annoyed him. That damn silver hair reminded him of his father. Zhijiru never spoke about his father to Luca, but the opposite personalities made the encounters more bearable. They were clearly not the same person. Zhijiru took the coin and placed it out of sight and under the wagon. "My house, if you want to call that garbage heap, is a wreck. I need to move out, build a new one, or buy one." Zhijiru slumped over his stall counter. "But a few silver coins each trip to the market won't help me. I'll be an old man before I can change anything, and that'll only be if I don't get robbed until then." Zhijiru looked back at the wagon, inside had his father's sword hidden. He knew he'd never sell it, but always contemplated the 'what if' if he did. "And stop trying to get me cured, I feel like something is wrong with me enough as it is." Zhijiru itched the bandage that covered his eye. He diagonally wrapped white bandages around his head and over his left eye and left ear. It wasn't the most classy way to cover his affliction, but he didn't know any pirates.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "Aww," Luca cooed. He popped around to one of the hens and starting poking around it. The hen clucked disparagingly, as if proud of itself even as it sat in the cage with the other, more timid chicken. "Ya' haven't reached the 'twilight of your life', yet, Jiru!" Luca waved his hand out in a grandiose gesture as he said 'twilight', imitating the deep voice of the average well-spoken storyteller. "The day is young! Do something! Maybe if you can train hard, and get a proper eyepatch..." Luca pondered on the thought. He imagined Zhijiru, wearing a set of full platemail. A black eye-patch covering his afflicted eye, and a greatsword hanging from his back. A well-trained mercenary ready to fight for gold, God or country, and a little sexy too. "Zhijiru, the Land Pirate! Zhijiru the Iron!" he rattled off potential nicknames as he poked the annoyed hen. "Zhijiru the Dark Knight. Zhijiru the—" The young man yelped as the hen bit his finger, and clucked disapprovingly as he snatched his hand away from the cage. "You need to tame this hen before she goes on a rampage, Jiru," said Luca, poking his head around the corner of the wagon to look at the shopkeeper right in the face with a toothy grin. "She's a natural-born killer, I tell you! Arm her with a sword and she will take down knights and kings!" Luca laughed, rubbing his sore, chicken-bit finger.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru pulled Luca's finger in front of his face to look at it. The beak of his hens were sharp, mostly because they were wild. It likely would have cut into the skin, at least. But when he saw that it didn't, his eye throbbed at him. He gently squeezed the finger, and a single drop came out. "Don't just leave it open!" Zhijiru said, referring to the wounded finger. put one hand into his pocket and pulled out some spare bandages. He licked the blood off of Luca's finger and wrapped it in a bandage. Zhijiru did it without thinking, especially since he got an infection in his eye from leaving it open at the wrong place at the wrong time. As rare as the parasite in his eye was, he didn't want to risk it on a friend-- but as the seconds went on, he realized that was probably not something he should have done, and looked away a slight bit embarrassed. "A-Anyways. There aren't much heroes here. And not any I'd have the courage to approach. Maybe if I had something to offer them in return they would consider training me."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca's face turned red the moment he saw Zhijiru's tongue stick out. Where the tongue went wasn't as worrying as the fact that he had suddenly thought of it in the first place, but that didn't help. "T-thanks." Luca forced out his appreciation, even as the environment between the two just became a lot more nerve-wracking. His father told him once that "Make people laugh if you can't do anything to help." "A... curse is almost as good as a talent," muttered Luca, staring at the bandaged finger. The linens Zhijiru spent on this bandage were generous, more so than Luca would have bothered putting on himself. "And you're alive. That's what you can offer them." He scratched his hair a little nervously. "If that helps at all. LOOK AT THE LOVELY WEATHER TODAY!" Luca shouted out to the sky in a ridiculous attempt to change the subject, and even the passers-by noticed Luca's yelling. With a quiet, mild-mannered squeak, Luca retreated to the hens, and glared at the feisty chicken who bit him. "I'm buying you for supper." "Cluck!" the chicken replied. It sounded like it said: "Bring it, bitch!"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS You could imagine, Zhijiru sinking slow on his counter and covering his face as the people starred in the direction of Luca's exclamation. He peeked out past his arm watching the people go by after realizing it was nothing. "You seem very itchy for adventure today. All this talk about heroes and such. And honestly, it's starting to get to me." Zhijiru paused, "In a good way-- I mean. Maybe I should close up early and we could do something. Not sure what though..." Zhijiru paused, taking a deep breath. "It's not like I have parents that can stop me from being irresponsible anymore." He said it, not at all feeling like the death of his family was holding him down, but somehow freeing. He took another inhale, not as deep. Then he sat down and held up Diesel the Norwegian Elkhound on his lap. "Or maybe I could just stay here and be a good boy, make money... and such," he said, nodding to himself in approval.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "You could get drunk and shag the waitresses." Luca laughed at the mental image. "Cluck!" the hen clucked at him, turning her head right after she did so. Luca glared back at the chicken. "You say that again, and I'm plucking the feathers off you, one by one." Of course, Luca couldn't understand chicken speech, but he guessed what the chicken said and replied appropriately. "Cluck. Cluck." Translation: I'll bite your fucking balls off. "Good luck with that, dinner," Luca snorted. That was physically impossible, for reasons he'd rather not discuss. "Cluck!" Translation: Eunuch! Luca shook his head. "Jiru, I'm buying this spiteful oversized dinner. How much?" He popped his head back to the counter, looking at Zhijiru... and his dog. Luca was a cat person, but Diesel was a big sweetheart that he could tolerate. "You're not making money, Zhijiru, the way you handle business. I've seen funeral homes with more customer loyalty."</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Before Zhijiru could retort back, a woman who appeared to be in higher social class than himself appeared. Her clothing was of a simple farmer, but it was a lot cleaner and she appeared to be wearing light make-up. "You seem like a lively bunch," she smiled. "I see that you have chicke--" Zhijiru pointed quickly to the exact chicken that Luca was talking too, "I have this fiiiine chicken here, only for 20 silver." Zhijiru usually sold his chickens for 10 silver, but this was his way of getting back at Luca's comment. Diesel hopped off Jiru's lap, and had an interest in the woman, slowly approaching her.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca sighed, and just walked to Zhijiru's side. 20 silver was too rich for his blood. Zhijiru was definitely overcharging the woman. Perhaps he was really so destitute that he needed every opportunity. "Sure, 20 silver it is, Jiru. Does the lady want to buy?" chirped Luca. He wouldn't get to finish off the chicken himself, but if the pretty woman bought and ate the chicken herself, it was no skin off Luca's back. "The chicken's the finest you could have. In fact, it would be an utter waste for you to just buy and eat it. Give it a command to kill the greatest knights in the land, and it will do its job perfectly." Luca grinned at the woman. He took a moment to whisper into Jiru's ear. "Really, 20 silver? What are friends for?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS The woman smiled at Luca. "Oh? Well, I do like my... Food. Full of spunk and energy." Diesel creeped up closer to the woman and sniffed her ankle. "Oh, goodness. What a cute dog, is he for sale too?" Diesel flinched back a bit every time she moved slightly. Dogs usually did flinching as a playful gesture, but Diesel seemed to do it cautiously. "No, he isn't." Zhijiru crawled under his counter and pulled Diesel back. But Diesel kept going back to her. Zhijiru shrugged and picked up the cage the chicken was in. Zhijiru stuck his tongue at Luca instead of responding to his comment, (away from the woman so she wouldn't see,) and put it on the counter. The woman looked at the chicken for a few seconds, smiled, and handed the 20 silver coins. Zhijiru took a moment to make sure that they were real, checking the weight of them and seeing if any paint would come off but everything checked out. The odd thing was, Zhijiru was surprised she took the chicken for that price, and especially after Luca's comment about it not being tame. "Thanks," said the woman, smiling, as she took the chicken away. Zhijiru kept watching the woman as she walked away. She didn't walk like a farmer, she swayed her hips left and right needlessly, and honestly she didn't smell like one either (not to be a creep or anything). Why would a farmer agree to such a price, he almost meant it like a joke, if anything. There were other small things that didn't sit well with him. As he watched her, for a moment her silhouette changed. He rubbed his eyes and she disappeared into the crowd. Jiru shook his head, he probably couldn't see her well, after all, he only had one eye to go off of. "Sorry about that Luca, I didn't actually think she'd take it, but I wasn't going to say no if she did." He tossed a single coin in the air and caught it.</s>	<\|message\|>Luca Weir That woman dressed the part of a farmer, but the way she moved and acted seemed off. If she was going incognito, she was doing a poor job at it, especially the part where she suddenly disappeared into the crowd. Of course, guessing what she was pretending not to be was going to be tricky, but Luca could try. "I bet you your chicken that's a hero or someone, pretending to be a local," Luca commented off-handedly. "Oh, and did you know your tongue's black?" He lied, but maybe it was time to shake up Jiru a bit. Crouching down at the counter, Luca glanced lazily in Jiru's direction. "Looks like you're eating something nice tonight. Or, well, at least, eating." Luca let out a little laugh. Jiru was dirt-poor, and Luca was only averagely poor, but any form of charity from Luca to Jiru seemed wrong. Unless Jiru was in the most dire of circumstances, but he never actually reached that point. Luca couldn't count how many times Jiru almost became too poor to even survive, though. The key word, in this case, was almost.</s>
<\|description\|>Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru was sort of drowning out what Luca was babbling about. He tend to that sometimes. "WHAT?!" Jiru said, and attempted to look at his tongue to see if it was black. But then he realized Luca was just trying to get his attention. He took a jab at Luca's upper arm in return. "Why would anyone pretend to be a farmer? Being a farmer sucks." "Let's eat somewhere tonight, my treat. I mean, of course, it has to be in my budget. It's the least I can do for selling the chicken you had such interest in." Zhijiru looked around. "Where's Diesel?" His eyes got bigger as he looked around frantically.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca felt elated at the thought. Days where he could sponge off Zhijiru and anyone else were rare, and he would utterly take advantage of that. "Sure! At least the bastard chicken's going to die." Zhijiru was only looking at the surface. A hero would be disguised as a farmer to avoid suspicion, and save the world while in disguise. "She's probably hunting down evil incognito. She only looks like a farmer now, but she's dispensing justice." When his friend mentioned Diesel, he looked around too. Diesel often tried to sniff his groin for one reason or another, and he was sort of glad that Diesel wasn't doing that now. But where was the dog, anyway? "I don't know. Is he pissing on a lamppost?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru shuddered at the idea of Diesel getting lost. He was a smart dog, and never wandered too far. If he did, he was always trusted to come back. He was more vigorous than Zhijiru was, and he surely had to get real sustenance exploring while his master wasn't looking, even though he master never actually noticed when he had left in previous occasions. It dawned on him, that the dog had taken a liking to the fake farmer. Suddenly the ideas in Zhijiru's head started going at a thousand miles per hour. Did Diesel follow her? What if she had better food than Zhijiru did and decided to stay with her? What if she was going to EAT HIM? Oh the humanity! He imagined a slightly pudgier version of Diesel wagging his short curly tail, eating like a king. Zhijiru couldn't have that. Zhijiru turned to Luca, and roughly grabbed Luca's shoulders, "Stay here! I'm going to go get him!" Zhijiru hopped the counter and started to run in the direction of the woman. Not thinking at all that Luca was not to be trusted with... well... anything.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca squeaked as Jiru grabbed him and deputised him at the shop. He really must have loved the dog a lot. So much so that he left Luca in charge of the store. The worried look upon Zhijiru's face as he looked into the distance, especially when his face twisted into so many depictions of terror, was a mixture of horrifying and just a tinge of amusing to Luca. Zhijiru looked terrified, but cartoonishly so. The young man stared in awe as Zhijiru vaulted over the store counter and towards some random direction. He forgot where the woman went, and she was hopefully unrelated to this. With Jiru come, he could at least do something. Crouching under the counter, he lifted off his shirt and adjusted his chest-bindings. Luca called himself a man, but biology decided otherwise. It was fortunate that Zhijiru never knew. Once that was done, he stood up, picked off an apple from the counter, and placed another silver coin of his own. He bit into it and munched noisily, watching passers-by with a lazy gaze.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru dashed through the marketplace. He couldn't spot the lady anywhere. Thankfully Diesel was trotting along rather carelessly. The happy dog seemed like he was lost with that dumb face he had. Tongue hanging out, tail wagging, and nearly hopping in his step. But beyond that Diesel knew exactly where he was going. Zhijiru grabbed the dog, and startled him in the process. Which was unusual since Zhijiru snuck up on him all the time and the dog always seemed to know he was coming. The dog squirmed in his arms. "H-Hey!" The dog jumped off of him and started to run off. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed frustrated before running to catch up. He followed the dog left and right and around people before the dog stopped at a dead end. Exhausted, Zhijiru could only muster a, "Ha... you... f-fat... dog," breathing in between every word. The dog put his paws against a scrap metal on the wall and started pushing on it, but then jumped up and down as if super excited to meet someone. His tail wagging frantically. "Arf, arf!" The metal went, bang bang, as the dog jumped against the scrap. Bang bang bang. A voice could be heard past the wall of the alley. "Who's making that racket?!" it sounded like a very, very angry man. Zhijiru swooped up his dog, more forcefully this time and hid behind a barrel. It smelled like rotting fish. A man came out, swinging a butcher's knife, trying to see if he could locate the perpetrator. Zhijiru held Diesel's mouth shut, resulting in a very quiet, "Omph, omph" as Diesel's cheek's inflated and deflated with each attempted bark. The man soon mumbled to himself and shut the door behind him. Zhijiru sighed in relief. However, Zhijiru heard a familiar, "cluck cluck" coming from the wall next to him. Diesel pushed away again and stuck his nose in the crack of the wall. Jiru stared at him for a second and just thought, "What are you doing? You stupid dog..." He pulled the dog away, and decided to take the chance to look through the little hole. He peered downwards into it, as it appeared that he was seeing into a basement. "Cluck cluck cluck" The chicken was there, and so was a familiar voice, but in a not-so-familiar body. The dirty farmer with her hair up, was now a shorter, younger woman, with long black silky hair. "We meet again at last, chicken," said the woman. He thought to himself, "She's talking to a chicken. She's crazy. Just like Luca." He moved away from the crack in the wall, and the dog figured it was his turn again. But when the dog stuck his nose back into the door some of the loose stone gave way and fell to the ground. "What?!" The woman shrieked in surprise and looked towards the crack in the wall above her. She saw a little muzzle poking through with a silently sniffing nose. She didn't immediately recognize it, but she put the two and two together. Zhijiru could hear her walking towards them. Right after he yanked diesel out. He heard a crash in the room, and frantic clucking. Zhijiru dashed back to meet up with Luca. "Luca! Luca!" As soon as he got back though, he made sure to leash Diesel up to the wagon.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "How much is this apple?" Luca grinned, and held the apple in his hand. He winked at the young lady inquiring, trying to pull off the 'handsome' demeanour to her. "Two silver, mademoiselle. It's fresh, and sweet for palate, and but not too sweet." The lady giggled, before picking up seven of the apples and placing them into her basket. "I'll take the lot. That'll be 18 silver, right?" This business thing seemed easy. The apples were the last bunch of the lot he managed to sell. The chickens went for 12 silver each to a friendly old man, a few bushels of grain were sold for a total of 7 silver. All that remained at the shop were the profits of today, and a ox munching on some grass with a lazy gaze in its eyes. The sales totalled 71 silver today. Zhijiru would be impressed. Or more probably, too horrified to speak. Luca smiled to himself as his fingers traced the coins, one-by-one. "Hey, mister?" Luca's attention was attracted by a middle-aged man, looking like a veteran farmer by a simple glance. "I see that your shop's empty, but is that ox for sale?" Luca shook his head, and went back to counting the coins. "I really need one, and this one is a fine specimen. How about 10 gold coins?" Luca blinked, and stared incredulously at the farmer. High quality oxen went for 8 gold coins, the last time he recalled. Even if Zhijiru busted his ass to get this one, it would still be a net profit. "S-sure," stuttered Luca. The farmer placed 10 golden coins (all of them tested by Luca's teeth) on the table, untied the ox, and went his way with a small wave at the young man. Staring at the 10 gold coins, he began to laugh. He wasn't sure if Zhijiru had ever seen a gold coin! He still continued to laugh hysterically, even as his friend returned with his dog. Luca did not even notice Jiru's return.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Luca, What the hell are you doing?" Zhijiru said, now realizing how empty-- or... desolate his store is. "What did you sell?!" He exclaimed, not sounding excited, but rather wondering where his stuff went. Especially the ox. "You might have well have just sold the wagon while you were at it!" Zhijiru was a bit impressed, but his jealousy of his selling skills overshadowed any compliment he could have otherwise mustered.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca couldn't hold in his laughter, even as Zhijiru was shouting. "I... can't... oh gods I'm dying!" he spat out words between his hysterics. He really should have tried to sell the wagon, too, he realised, but the laughter pretty much killed all rational thought in his mind. Luca took in a few deep breaths as he crouched at the stall, his hands hanging off the opposite edge of the counter. With a grin, and a wink, he paused for dramatic effect, before saying a single word. "Every— wait for it... thing." Luca clicked his fingers at the end of his sentence.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru's blood was going to a boil. He realized this though, and tried to take some deep breaths. Zhijiru had one thing on his mind and that was his father's sword. He hopped into the wagon, and lifted wooden seat. Thank god he didn't sell the wagon, at least, as the sword was still hidden there. He took it out and held it in between his arms. He laid down on the empty but still dirty wagon floor, looking straight up. He was probably going to buy more than a few drinks after this. He laid there for a bit and started to laugh lightly. Then he laughed a little louder and louder each time until he had streams running down both sides of his face. He smiled as he settled down. "You're an ass, Luca."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca backed off a bit when Zhijiru's face turned black. What was he angry about? He stayed silent as Zhijiru dug for something in the wagon, and smiled as Zhijiru cried and laughed at the same time, clutching the sword. Wait, when did Zhijiru get that sword, anyway? "You have a sword! And don't call me an ass!" Luca placed his hands at his, fortunately, not-so-feminine hips, and shot daggers with his eyes for just a moment. Cupping the coins with his hands, Luca walked over to the wagon and let the coins fall onto the wagon interior, and smiled as he leaned against the wagon on the outside, just beside Zhijiru. "So, what do you want to do with this money?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru, forgetting everything about the chicken, thanks to Luca, now wanted more than anything to just eat something good and get drunk. Maybe a chicken of their own. "Let's eat something. I'm starving!" Zhijiru took the sword sling and slung it on his back. The sword was in it's black scabbard and the hilt had engraved designs of white cranes. It wasn't a big sword, just a typical katana. Zhijiru got the rest of his money he had hidden, you know, the ones he kept away from the counter in case he was robbed. It was in a travel bag where the katana was hidden and also wore it against his back. Jiru pointed dramatically down the road. "And thus the party of two begins their journey! The journey to well deserved FOOD!" Jiru jumped down the side of the wagon, beckoning to Luca to join him.</s>	<\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca joined Jiru by his side, lying back at the wagon for a moment. "I earned that money, you know!" He began to ponder what to eat. Meat, soup, bread... perhaps a buffet would only suffice for the best of times. There was a shop nearby that sold mouth-watering meat pies of every variety, even if he believed that cats were sometimes used for filling when they ran out of other sources. Another shop sold great soup dishes, though there were occasional rumours of human bones being used for soup stock. They needed to get better shops around here, or less gossiping hens.</s>
<\|description\|>Luca Weir Age: 18 Hair Colour: Silver, short and a little messy Eye Colour: Blue Height: 1.60 metres (5'3") Body Type: Average Starting Information: A young alchemist healer from Talrasha, he was a bargain hunter for the best items and the best prices. Which probably ended up with his meeting with Zhijiru. He even occasionally worked with Zhijiru on some cases, but he always requested the safest jobs, always warning that "I'm not just unreliable in danger, but actively unhelpful."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca squeaked as Jiru grabbed him and deputised him at the shop. He really must have loved the dog a lot. So much so that he left Luca in charge of the store. The worried look upon Zhijiru's face as he looked into the distance, especially when his face twisted into so many depictions of terror, was a mixture of horrifying and just a tinge of amusing to Luca. Zhijiru looked terrified, but cartoonishly so. The young man stared in awe as Zhijiru vaulted over the store counter and towards some random direction. He forgot where the woman went, and she was hopefully unrelated to this. With Jiru come, he could at least do something. Crouching under the counter, he lifted off his shirt and adjusted his chest-bindings. Luca called himself a man, but biology decided otherwise. It was fortunate that Zhijiru never knew. Once that was done, he stood up, picked off an apple from the counter, and placed another silver coin of his own. He bit into it and munched noisily, watching passers-by with a lazy gaze.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru dashed through the marketplace. He couldn't spot the lady anywhere. Thankfully Diesel was trotting along rather carelessly. The happy dog seemed like he was lost with that dumb face he had. Tongue hanging out, tail wagging, and nearly hopping in his step. But beyond that Diesel knew exactly where he was going. Zhijiru grabbed the dog, and startled him in the process. Which was unusual since Zhijiru snuck up on him all the time and the dog always seemed to know he was coming. The dog squirmed in his arms. "H-Hey!" The dog jumped off of him and started to run off. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" He exclaimed frustrated before running to catch up. He followed the dog left and right and around people before the dog stopped at a dead end. Exhausted, Zhijiru could only muster a, "Ha... you... f-fat... dog," breathing in between every word. The dog put his paws against a scrap metal on the wall and started pushing on it, but then jumped up and down as if super excited to meet someone. His tail wagging frantically. "Arf, arf!" The metal went, bang bang, as the dog jumped against the scrap. Bang bang bang. A voice could be heard past the wall of the alley. "Who's making that racket?!" it sounded like a very, very angry man. Zhijiru swooped up his dog, more forcefully this time and hid behind a barrel. It smelled like rotting fish. A man came out, swinging a butcher's knife, trying to see if he could locate the perpetrator. Zhijiru held Diesel's mouth shut, resulting in a very quiet, "Omph, omph" as Diesel's cheek's inflated and deflated with each attempted bark. The man soon mumbled to himself and shut the door behind him. Zhijiru sighed in relief. However, Zhijiru heard a familiar, "cluck cluck" coming from the wall next to him. Diesel pushed away again and stuck his nose in the crack of the wall. Jiru stared at him for a second and just thought, "What are you doing? You stupid dog..." He pulled the dog away, and decided to take the chance to look through the little hole. He peered downwards into it, as it appeared that he was seeing into a basement. "Cluck cluck cluck" The chicken was there, and so was a familiar voice, but in a not-so-familiar body. The dirty farmer with her hair up, was now a shorter, younger woman, with long black silky hair. "We meet again at last, chicken," said the woman. He thought to himself, "She's talking to a chicken. She's crazy. Just like Luca." He moved away from the crack in the wall, and the dog figured it was his turn again. But when the dog stuck his nose back into the door some of the loose stone gave way and fell to the ground. "What?!" The woman shrieked in surprise and looked towards the crack in the wall above her. She saw a little muzzle poking through with a silently sniffing nose. She didn't immediately recognize it, but she put the two and two together. Zhijiru could hear her walking towards them. Right after he yanked diesel out. He heard a crash in the room, and frantic clucking. Zhijiru dashed back to meet up with Luca. "Luca! Luca!" As soon as he got back though, he made sure to leash Diesel up to the wagon.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir "How much is this apple?" Luca grinned, and held the apple in his hand. He winked at the young lady inquiring, trying to pull off the 'handsome' demeanour to her. "Two silver, mademoiselle. It's fresh, and sweet for palate, and but not too sweet." The lady giggled, before picking up seven of the apples and placing them into her basket. "I'll take the lot. That'll be 18 silver, right?" This business thing seemed easy. The apples were the last bunch of the lot he managed to sell. The chickens went for 12 silver each to a friendly old man, a few bushels of grain were sold for a total of 7 silver. All that remained at the shop were the profits of today, and a ox munching on some grass with a lazy gaze in its eyes. The sales totalled 71 silver today. Zhijiru would be impressed. Or more probably, too horrified to speak. Luca smiled to himself as his fingers traced the coins, one-by-one. "Hey, mister?" Luca's attention was attracted by a middle-aged man, looking like a veteran farmer by a simple glance. "I see that your shop's empty, but is that ox for sale?" Luca shook his head, and went back to counting the coins. "I really need one, and this one is a fine specimen. How about 10 gold coins?" Luca blinked, and stared incredulously at the farmer. High quality oxen went for 8 gold coins, the last time he recalled. Even if Zhijiru busted his ass to get this one, it would still be a net profit. "S-sure," stuttered Luca. The farmer placed 10 golden coins (all of them tested by Luca's teeth) on the table, untied the ox, and went his way with a small wave at the young man. Staring at the 10 gold coins, he began to laugh. He wasn't sure if Zhijiru had ever seen a gold coin! He still continued to laugh hysterically, even as his friend returned with his dog. Luca did not even notice Jiru's return.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "Luca, What the hell are you doing?" Zhijiru said, now realizing how empty-- or... desolate his store is. "What did you sell?!" He exclaimed, not sounding excited, but rather wondering where his stuff went. Especially the ox. "You might have well have just sold the wagon while you were at it!" Zhijiru was a bit impressed, but his jealousy of his selling skills overshadowed any compliment he could have otherwise mustered.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca couldn't hold in his laughter, even as Zhijiru was shouting. "I... can't... oh gods I'm dying!" he spat out words between his hysterics. He really should have tried to sell the wagon, too, he realised, but the laughter pretty much killed all rational thought in his mind. Luca took in a few deep breaths as he crouched at the stall, his hands hanging off the opposite edge of the counter. With a grin, and a wink, he paused for dramatic effect, before saying a single word. "Every— wait for it... thing." Luca clicked his fingers at the end of his sentence.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru's blood was going to a boil. He realized this though, and tried to take some deep breaths. Zhijiru had one thing on his mind and that was his father's sword. He hopped into the wagon, and lifted wooden seat. Thank god he didn't sell the wagon, at least, as the sword was still hidden there. He took it out and held it in between his arms. He laid down on the empty but still dirty wagon floor, looking straight up. He was probably going to buy more than a few drinks after this. He laid there for a bit and started to laugh lightly. Then he laughed a little louder and louder each time until he had streams running down both sides of his face. He smiled as he settled down. "You're an ass, Luca."</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca backed off a bit when Zhijiru's face turned black. What was he angry about? He stayed silent as Zhijiru dug for something in the wagon, and smiled as Zhijiru cried and laughed at the same time, clutching the sword. Wait, when did Zhijiru get that sword, anyway? "You have a sword! And don't call me an ass!" Luca placed his hands at his, fortunately, not-so-feminine hips, and shot daggers with his eyes for just a moment. Cupping the coins with his hands, Luca walked over to the wagon and let the coins fall onto the wagon interior, and smiled as he leaned against the wagon on the outside, just beside Zhijiru. "So, what do you want to do with this money?"</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS Zhijiru, forgetting everything about the chicken, thanks to Luca, now wanted more than anything to just eat something good and get drunk. Maybe a chicken of their own. "Let's eat something. I'm starving!" Zhijiru took the sword sling and slung it on his back. The sword was in it's black scabbard and the hilt had engraved designs of white cranes. It wasn't a big sword, just a typical katana. Zhijiru got the rest of his money he had hidden, you know, the ones he kept away from the counter in case he was robbed. It was in a travel bag where the katana was hidden and also wore it against his back. Jiru pointed dramatically down the road. "And thus the party of two begins their journey! The journey to well deserved FOOD!" Jiru jumped down the side of the wagon, beckoning to Luca to join him.</s> <\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca joined Jiru by his side, lying back at the wagon for a moment. "I earned that money, you know!" He began to ponder what to eat. Meat, soup, bread... perhaps a buffet would only suffice for the best of times. There was a shop nearby that sold mouth-watering meat pies of every variety, even if he believed that cats were sometimes used for filling when they ran out of other sources. Another shop sold great soup dishes, though there were occasional rumours of human bones being used for soup stock. They needed to get better shops around here, or less gossiping hens.</s> <\|message\|>ACCEPTED CHARACTERS "But it's MY stuff you sold!" Zhijiru took Luca by his wrist and started running along the market happily smiling and excited, "Forget that anyways! There's this place I've always wanted to go to!" Zhijiru continued to run across the street and turned out of the busy streets. In the distance was a lonely stone and wooden shop, with smoke coming out of the chimney. It had a faded dark red, nearly brown porch and sign saying, "The Crimson Cottage." As they neared Zhijiru let go of Luca and ran to the porch, which at the end of the railing, there was a view below as the porch was lifted over short cliff. In the distance was a forest, and the sounds of birds chirping could be heard from the cottage. Zhijiru took in a deep breath and smelled the delicious steaks cooking inside. There currently wasn't anyone here, and it was usually a quiet place. Their stakes were expensive, and it was usually only filled when someone slayed a monster or celebrated the findings of treasure. "Come on, Luca!" Zhijiru waved as he entered the cottage, as he couldn't stand waiting any longer. The bell at the top of the door rung as the door opened, to notify the owner. Inside there was the grill in the middle of the room. Stools, chairs, benches and tables all around for the gatherings. There was a back room kitchen that was sectioned off by a counter that was currently being wiped down by a large but friendly looking man named Bill. "Why, I have some unlikely customers today." Bill looked at Zhijiru's sword strapped behind his back and started to chuckle lightly. Zhijiru clearly didn't look like a fighter, but in some ways he was reluctant assume that they were going to ask for a handout. He tried to nicely educate them, incase they thought it was a regular old restaurant. "This here is the Crimson Cottage boy, these won't be cheap meals or drinks you'll be having and assuming you've taken in any of the aroma here, I assure you they taste even better than it smells."</s>	<\|message\|>Luca Weir Luca shuddered when the shop Zhijiru in mind had come into view. The Crimson Cottage. The most expensive shop in the village, and one rightfully so. Steaks worth the price of slaves in old tales, and drinks that bathed the tongue in wondrous yet sensible flavours that hurt the purse more than a talented bandit. The bell's ring made him cringe, though more of a surprise than anything else. Zhijiru's enthusiasm was quite appreciated, but Luca didn't expect them to eat here of all places. No one was here, other than the man managing the counter. A man called Bill, and probably someone who could beat up Zhijiru and Luca both with his bare hands in normal circumstances. Luca spent a moment to pray that the situation would never get that far, before following Jiru into the store proper. Bill's introduction to the store wasn't necessary (Luca's former mentor used to eat here once or twice, usually after a good deal), but the explanation calmed down Luca a bit. Perhaps Jiru wouldn't do anything risky. "Yeah..." Luca decided to let Zhijiru do the talking. A bad move would make him persona non grata. "Jiru... what do you intend on getting? I'll just have that."</s>
<\|description\|>Harper Neion Race: Human Augmentics: Besides the neural uplink with his ship, Harper's right eye is bionic and looks almost completely natural other than the crystalline blue color of the iris; Harper also has a bionic arm in place of his left arm as well as an uplink to the arm around the base of his neck. Rank: Captain in the Royal Navy; Second in Command of Special Task Force Rho Alias: The Tinman Physical Description: Harper is a mountain of a man, standing at six foot three with a bulky and toned frame to him. His face and body are riddled with scars from years of service in the Royal Navy. His left eye is a golden brown color while his right is a light crystalline blue color, and is surrounded by burned skin. All of his scars and bionics have aged Harper prematurely, making him look older than a man in his mid-thirties. Personality: Harper is a very brusque man, making most weary to approach him, even his subordinates. The scars and heavy bionics do nothing but increase the weariness of others to approach the mountain of a man. When he does talk to others, it is easy to see he has a very crude sense of humor and a mind built for raids; Harper, while caring about his men's lives to an extent, is not afraid to risk them to achieve his task in the name of the Royal Navy. Harper is said to be uptight with his men, demanding great amounts of respect; this has been attributed to him being extremely bitter about being stuck as a Captain. Nothing of interest can really be said about Harper's early life; he was raised as a military child and in turn followed his father's footsteps into the Royal Navy. Throughout his service Harper suffered two disfiguring injuries. The first of these injuries cost Harper his right eye barely six years into his service. The ship he was stationed on, The Queen's Hound was heading a charge to break through enemy lines in an attempt to break the blockade they had over Odros. The Queen's Hound took heavy damage as it led the charge, reducing it to little more than a hulk of metal afloat in space. During the battle, Harper was commanding one of the crews in charge of firing the plasma batteries and one of the enemy's bombers hit the station he was in, causing an explosion to overtake the entire crew, killing most and severely injuring the rest. Harper was rushed to the med bay along with the other survivors. He was told he was the luckiest of the crew and had just escaped with heavy burns across the right side of his face and neck and one less eye. The Royal Navy was victorious that day in regaining Odros, and Harper was promoted to Lieutenant and given medals for "admirable duty". After the time he was given to heal and adjust to his new bionic eye, Harper was put in command of a Carcharadon Destroyer called The Lance. Finally being put in command of his own ship, Harper was out to prove himself. He served faithfully in his new position despite his dislike for the Admiral he was serving under; the man was an arrogant noble who never hesitated in lording his title and wealth over all of his subordinates. Harper did his best to ignore this aspect of duty and carried out his orders as best he could. After four years and two more promotions to the rank of Commander, Harper met yet another tragedy when he lost his left arm. The tragedy came during the defense of Adriatus. The enemy attacked out of nowhere, taking out two of the King's ships before the defense could respond. When it did, though, it responded in tandem. Harper took up his position as a line runner, his ship swooping in and maneuvering through the enemy line and wreaking havoc until he was surrounded and ordered to continue attacking. Harper attempted to pull his ship out of the encirclement of enemy ships, but The Lance was attacked from all side at once, sending it to the surface of Adriatus as a flaming chunk of metal and flesh. Harper proved lucky once more when he survived the crash with nothing more than scars across his face and body and without his left arm. The Admiral promoted Harper to the rank of Captain and gave him a new ship as a reward; Harper even got to name this new vessel of his. He christened it The Rook and chose to use this new vessel as a long range defense carrier. Despite the injuries, Harper continued serving faithfully and quickly rose to the rank of Commodore, but it was then that his career was effectively snatched from him. The Admiral he held such disdain for had been drinking on his shore leave as was Harper. The Admiral found Harper and drunkenly began to insult him, throwing up his cowardice at Adriatus in his face, saying he should have stayed in the midst of the enemy, sacrificing his life and the lives of his men for the King and then maybe the explosion of ship would have been useful for taking out more enemies. The Admiral continued to insult Harper, saying that he was a coward just like his father was. Harper had had enough when his father was insulted and threw caution to the wind, striking the man with his bionic arm and dislocated his jaw. After that night, Harper was brought before a council and was demoted to Captain, had the thought of promotion made near impossible for him, and was told he and his ship would be repositioned among the raiders allowed to the join the Royal Navy as raiders; the Admiral got away with little more than a slap on the wrist for poor conduct while in uniform. Harper has now been a part of Special Task Force Rho for somewhere around three years and has become the second in command of the raider task force. Ship Name: The Rook Ship Type: Indoril Class Strike Cruiser Semi-Sentience Profile: The Rook has imprinted most of its personality from one its former owners, making the ship as cold and calculating if not more so than its current Captain. The two are known to work in fantastic sync during battles, as if the ship can read the Captain's mind. Escort Ships: Ship Details/History: - Population: 23,000 - Primary weapons/fleet function: The Rook is mainly used to fire on enemy lines from long range, launch the main bulk of the strikecraft in an encounter, and secure escape lines for allies in battles and cut off escape routes for the enemy. The Rook has more than the average number of plasma batteries on each broadside because of the additional reactor energy it utilizes from the sacrifice of an extra back breaker cannon to house another hangar bay. - Marine contingent details: Having focused more on its strikecraft contingent, The Rook does not have near the number of Marines as other ships, totaling at around two thousand Marines. The Marines that are aboard The Rook are primarily orbital drop troopers. - Strikecraft contingent details: The Rook is the primary long range craft in Task Force Rho, and so has added an additional hangar bay at the cost of a third back breaker cannon, making it home to: seventy-five Archangel fighter bombers, eighteen Impi assault shuttles, and four cutters.</s> <\|message\|>Logan Noctura (formerly Havarr) The Rook, currently docked with Orbital fortress Invincible Logan and four other members of The Rooks crew sat around a large crate, cards in hand and the scent of tobacco smoked heavy in the air. The five members of the group looked at each other and then back at their hand assessing both their cards and each other, finally they played their cards or folding their hands. "Four of a kind." One of the ensigns said, putting down her hand and grabbing her cigarette from the tray and taking a drag off of it, everyone turned to Logan who still had not put down his cards finally with a flair for the dramatics he put his hand down. "Straight flush sweetheart, i win." He said chuckling, and taking a sip from some of the whisky they had stashed away for their game night, with a curse the ensign threw down her cigarette and demanded to see his sleeves. "You just want to see me strip don't you sweetheart?" He joked but the joke was lost on the ensign who spoke sharply. "Take the jacket off you fucking cheat." She shouted, so Logan obliged and handed it to her so she could shake it down, satisfied with her checking of the jacket she stormed off. "You got lucky this time Noctura, but next time we are cleaning you out." She shouted as she left, the others going with her. When they were clear he pulled his cards out of his boot and swept them back into the deck, then he walked over to a stack of crates where his helmet sat, the voice of the silver lady invaded his ears. "You know cheating with cards in your boots is one thing, but using me to spy on the opposition and tell you the cards in their hands just takes the sport out of it." She said, Logan just chuckled and came back at her with a defense of his own. "Then why did you help me?" He asked. "Because you asked me to help you." "But you don't have to help me, and so that makes you a accomplice." The Ai laughed her laugh sounding like that of bells chiming. "I was programmed to help you, and are those contraband items I see on that crate? You do know that there are cameras in here and the captains AI is watching right. Also aren't you late for that strategic meeting?" The AI seemed to nag at him and he tuned everything out until she mentioned strategic meeting. With a curse he threw his helmet into the open cockpit of his fighter and threw on his flight jacket over his uniform and sprinted out of the hangar. He went through the docking tube and the airlock sequence before sprinting through the station. When he finally reached the meeting it was over and he was out of breath. People were filing out, and the pilot looked at them looking for a face he knew. Finally his eyes settled on one of flight leaders from The Rook He stopped her. "So what happened in there?" He asked, she just shook her head. "You're hopeless, I'm not going to bail you out this time. You'll just have to ask the captain and accept your punishment." She said and left him standing there, with a silent curse Logan set out to find Captain Neion, when he found him he was with Commodore Von Ingram, upon sight of the group he stood at attention and saluted, he knew better than to open his mouth and say something to the officers without them speaking to him so he stayed quiet instead fixing his eyes on Von Ingram and her rather ill fitting jacket. "If she wasn't a Commodore the things I would do to her." He thought, for a second he stopped saluting so he could shake his head and get the thought out of his head and then as if nothing happened went back to saluting waiting for the order to stand down.</s> <\|message\|>Gillam Belasko The Strategic Orrery, Invincible Celestine. Captain Gillam Belasko's pearlescent eyes reflected its holographic representation in shimmering bands of pink as he took in the spectacle before the combined leadership of the Second Expeditionary Force. Scarlet continents slowly gyrated about against a smooth sea of blood red ocean. Mountain ranges, lakes, and islands were all depicted in various shades of red. Paired with the satellite Pontius orbiting at a crawl around it, Celestine V appeared innocuous enough as planets went. Such appearances were deceiving, for this was a fortress world. An assault on this planet would be a bloody affair indeed. The Royal Armada could expect to face nothing short of an array of mammoth anti-orbital cannons that could cripple a Demnevanni with a single slug. Defending each of these installations would certainly be a layer of smaller yet equally redoubtable anti-air guns, guarded in turn by a teeming host of Arius' abominations. If the Second Expeditionary Force was particularly unlucky, a series of orbital bastion stations would complicate fleet staging whilst making insertions a costly proposition. An unsupported Celestine would be a hard nut to crack; barrages from Pontius' own anti-orbital installations and the dread fleet lurking about the Maalik system elevated the challenge to a new order of magnitude. Captain Belasko's eyes flitted up to the holographic fortress orbiting about the Orrery as Grand Duke von Ravenstein concluded. From his vantage, Pontius was slowly eclipsed by Celestine as the moon's circuit slowly placed her on the far side of the planet. An assault would have to target this hemisphere of the planet, lest it face the murderous barrage of the moon's anti-orbital emplacements. Captain Belasko had devised the first stages of his attack plan. But Captain Belasko was merely that - a captain. He had no sway over the royal command structure. The Admirals and his Unapproachable Excellency had taken every necessary precaution to ensure an utter massacre in the Maalik System, it seemed. And though Captain Belasko would uphold his solemn duty to carry out his Majesty's will, he had no particular interest in dying to see that will carried out. As the summit stood in unison for the closing salute, Captain Belasko's eyes fell upon the dais of the Admirals - upon an old friend. There, standing with stoic dignity, was one he knew could hear reason among nonsense.</s>	<\|message\|>Harper Neion Harper entered the room in tow behind Commodore Von Ingram, the female in charge of Special Task Force Rho. He felt uncomfortable in his uniform at the moment, with the buttons firmly clasped to the opposite side of the front clear up to his throat for the strategy briefing. He was also required to wear his cap, which was currently casing his scalp to itch from rubbing against the thin stubble across his head. Harper ignored how uncomfortable he was in his stiff uniform with little more than a grimace, but this look had become second nature to him. The only thing that was out of sorts with his uniform was the missing sleeve on the left side, showing his bionic arm in place of a flesh and bone one. When he entered the amphitheater, he sat to Von Ingram's right and took his cap off to set it in front of him. He directed his gaze to the center at the dormant holoprojecter, awaiting the meeting until he heard a noise to his left. He turned his head towards his commanding officer and looked down at her hands. She was fiddling with a switchblade, saying something about wanting to see the object her nickname had come from. With the knife out, Harper couldn't help but examine it himself, wondering why she was named after the instrument of cutthroats and thieves. He was brought of his thoughts as everyone stood in greeting of the Grand Duke. Harper pulled himself to his feet with little enthusiasm and sat back down happily. As the display came to life in the center, Harper analysed what he could and gave his attention more to what Rho's role was in the coming invasion. Once he had the information he needed, Harper was ready to leave and get back to his ship so he could unbutton his dress coat to prevent it from choking him further and to plan accordingly with Commodore Von Ingram and the heads of Epsilon. He was one of the first up when the officers were dismissed to leave. When he turned to leave, however, there stood Lieutenant Commander Noctura at attention, late. Narrowing his eyes, Harper looked the pilot up and down before speaking, letting him stay at attention longer than was average. "At ease, Noctura. Follow me back to The Rook. You can explain there why you're late." Harper didn't want to spend more time looking "professional" with his jacket choking him ever so slightly more than he had to. After his instructions, Harper filed out of the amphitheater behind the Commodore and back into the hall, his cap back atop his head again.</s>
<\|description\|>Alex Fisher Age: 23 Bio: Alex was always one of the popular kids back in middle school and high school. It gave him a sense of superiority over his peers, along with an unhealthy dose of attitude that stuck with him as he grew into adulthood. He was clever enough to pass all of his classes without ever putting in my effort, he was talented at sports, and he was known for being a heartbreaker. Everything seemed to go his way all the time. Well, until his Sophomore year of high school, that is. Alex never knew his father -he was born illegitimate and the man had abandoned his mother before he was born- but he did have a good relationship with his mother. But when he was fifteen, she committed suicide by overdosing on prescription drugs. She left behind a letter that explained her reasons. Alex discovered that she felt worthless since her boyfriend left her to raise their son on her own. The stress of it all finally got to be too much and she couldn't handle it anymore, so she killed herself. Alex took her death harshly. His grades in school plummeted and he took to drinking to numb the pain of his loss. He became more of a bully, lashing out at the other students through misplaced anger. Finally, he dropped out of school completely during the first semester of his Senior year when he turned eighteen Throughout all of this, Alex had been bouncing between different foster homes. He never stayed in one longer than two months at a time because of his issues. No one wanted to keep him. The lack of care also attributed to his aloofness later on in life. After Alex quit high school, he had just enough money saved up to move into an apartment. He lived on just the bare essentials until he managed to get two part-time jobs and set his foot in the door of the working world. Five years later, his situation has improved, but he still often wastes his money at bars and clubs. Position: Alex is vaguely familiar with the rumors of the haunted complex in his hometown, but he believes they are only made-up stories. He never pondered them seriously and just laughed at the people who did.</s> <\|message\|>Alex Fisher The blaring music faded into background noise as Alex walked towards the exit of the club. After three long hours of drinking and partying, he was ready to head home. He had been careful not to overindulge himself this time, but the low-quality liquor was still making him feel slightly sick. He sighed. If it weren't for the tiny population in the town, maybe there would have been more clubs to choose from. He had long since grown tired of the same old drinks, songs, and people that frequented the only club within twenty miles. Alex halfheartedly fished through his pockets to see how much money he had left. This was the other problem. He wanted to add more variety to his life, but spare change wasn't going to buy him a plane ticket or a new apartment. With his current income of "just enough to get by," there was no way he could leave his hometown anytime soon. His nearly empty wallet was a shackle that kept him bound here. He drew a quarter from his pocket and tossed it from hand to hand. It seemed like he would just have to keep working on his tolerance for cheap booze and stingy club girls. Alex was jerked from his thoughts by the shrill shriek of a police siren. He instinctively froze and spun around to see where the sound was coming from. A dozens different questions flashed through his mind. What happened? Was there another murder? Was it nearby? Was the killer still on the loose? Was he in danger, too? The increasing number of murders in town had set him on edge lately. At least four people had died in the last few weeks, and the murderer had yet to be caught. In fact, the killer was so elusive people were beginning to call him "The Phantom." Two police cars roared down the street and sped around a corner, just one block ahead of where Alex was standing. He stared after them. After living in the same town for twenty-three years, he knew the layout inside and out. That street led to a dead end. The murder —if that's what it really was— must have only just happened during Alex's walk home. The crime scene hadn't even been blocked off yet. He swallowed, suddenly swept by a morbid curiosity. Maybe he could get a glimpse of the victim. The media had been so vague about the murders. No one even knew how the people were killed. Maybe now he could find out. Alex hurried after the sirens. Around the corner, the police were already taping off the area. Alex crept closer to get a better look. On the other side of the yellow tape, he saw what would have been a body. However, it was too mangled to tell if it was man or beast. He paled and turned away. Seeing a corpse in a movie was nothing compared to seeing one in real life. The sight made him nauseous. Thinking about it now, Alex was surprised that none of the police had tried to stop him from looking. Normally they guarded their crime scenes with as much force as they could muster, but none of these men had even glanced his way. It was then that he noticed what held the attention of the police. There was another man trying to intrude on the scene. It only took Alex a moment to recognize him: the town nutcase, Trevor Darklin. What was he doing here? Alex watched as one of the policemen turned Trevor away, looking seriously pissed off. The rest of the officers returned to their other tasks, but that one especially frustrated man continued to watch Trevor as if he expected him to try to get by the tape again. The scenario was almost funny. It was also a good distraction from the gruesome corpse Alex just witnessed. "Hey," he called out to Trevor. "What're ya doing there?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets and smiled at Trevor condescendingly, falling back into old habits. "Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?"</s> <\|message\|>Trevor Darklin "You gotta let me through!" Trevor Darklin pleaded with the blue-suited officer. "Please!" For months, Trevor had been reading about these crimes. Researching, studying, analyzing every bit of information that he could find. The internet carried little real evidence, and the newspapers brought a little more. But while it was a helpful resource, the local paper didn't give much in the way of details. He couldn't blame the publisher of course. Local papers had their corruptions, but not nearly as bad as the real force behind the obvious cover-up. Most likely, the police were working in conjunction with the government, holding back and real, valuable information from the public. The government was very fond of doing that. Unlike the rest of the town, Trevor had been suspicious from the start. This was the fifth murder in the past couple of months. Each was reported to have some similarities, although the media was so vague on the matter that he could merely speculate. He needed to see the body for himself. Fortunately for him, though not for the police or the victim, this crime had taken place directly across the street from where he lived. He had been there the second he saw the flashing lights of the police cars pulling up. The scene was still fresh, and the officers hadn't gotten around to blocking it off. It seemed this was his chance. At least, it had seemed that way until Mr. Blue-Suit had shown up. This cop was the only thing standing in his way now. How could the police be so foolish? Everyone in town knew that he was an expert on paranormal research, and there was obviously something not normal about this string of crimes. Whether they chose to accept it or not, these officers needed his help. Moreover, the victims needed his help, and as the only one crazy enough to actually figure out what was going on, it was his duty to help them. "I can help!" He attempted to explain as more officers approached, intent on holding him back. "I can tell you what killed these people!" "Aliens?" One of the officers scoffed. "Yeah, I'll bet it was aliens. They came from the sky to steal all of our cows and murder a few suburban dwellers in the process." Trevor glared at the man who had spoken. Aliens? That was such a stereotype. Of course this wasn't aliens. The random blackouts that occasionally spread over the town, that was aliens. The new corrupted senator whose cheesy smile got him elected by the mind-controlled masses: Aliens. The random disappearances a few years back- definitely aliens. But this? Not a chance. This only further cemented his beliefs that law enforcement knew absolutely nothing. And what the heck was he saying about stealing cows?!? "No," another officer interjected in a sarcastic tone. "It must be a cover-up arranged by the government." "Well..." It was, sort of. At least part of it was, but that wasn't what he was interested in at the moment. Mr Blue-Suit stepped forward, pushing him back into the street. "Stay away, FreakShow," he growled. "We don't want you here, and we certainly don't need you!" The others went back to their work, but BlueSuit remained, glaring at Trevor as though daring him to approach again. The young specialist was about to take him up on that dare, when he heard a voice calling to him from the other side of the yard. "Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?" the voice mocked him. Again with the aliens!?! It was not aliens! What were these people, blind? Aliens wouldn't have left behind a mutilated body, they would have taken it back to their home planet for study! Seriously, that was basic stuff. Even idiots knew that. "It's not aliens!" He turned in the direction of the voice. Seeing who it was, his eyes darkened. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that." Upon seeing the face of his mocker, he knew exactly who it was. Alex... Alex Something. Okay so maybe he didn't know exactly, but he certainly knew the type. He'd seen this man around before, usually hanging out in clubs and bars. He was one of those arrogant unbelievers who thought that they were better than everyone else, always searching for some sort of purpose. Yet they assumed that tough they had no drive, they were still somehow more mature and intelligent than him. He who knew exactly what he was doing with his life. "And my research has nothing to do with you. Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?"</s>	<\|message\|>Alex Fisher "It's not aliens!" Trevor snarled at him. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that." "Of course," Alex said with a sarcastic shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not an expert like you." A smirk tugged at his lip. He loved how easy it was to ruffle Darklin's feathers. He barely even had to try! Originally, Alex was just going to leave Trevor with one little sting, but his reaction was too entertaining. He decided he had time to stick around for a few more jabs. "And my research has nothing to do with you." Trevor went on hostilely. "Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?" "I live around here, too, hotshot," Alex crossed his arms. "This town ain't that big, you know. But more specifically, I'm here for that." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the crime scene behind him. "Who can resist seeing a dead body, right? You know how uninformed the media keeps us these days. I wanted to see what's going on, myself; I wanted to see just how ruthless this 'Phantom' guy really is." Of course, this was all just a bluff, but Trevor couldn't possibly know that. In reality, Alex was still slightly shaken from the sight of the corpse. He hadn't expected to see such a gruesome murder, and now he could understand why the media was keeping this under wraps. The town would be wrought with panic if details about The Phantom got out. "So you think this killer's not from Mars?" Alex said, swinging the topic back around to Trevor. "That's boring. He's just a normal guy like you and me? Well… like me, anyways." He shook his head and went on, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know, I just can't bring myself to believe this guy is a human. To get away with this many murders and never leave enough evidence for the police to find anything at all? It's almost like this guy really is a ghost."</s>
<\|description\|>Trevor Darklin Age:23 Occupation: Paranormal Research Specialist (Conspiracy theorist) Appearance: Personality: Trevor is ... crazy. And he knows it. He believes himself to be, as he puts it "crazy, but right" He's incredibly talkative, especially when it comes to anything involving his research. Despite his love of talking, he is extremely bad at being social. In fact, he's downright awkward. He never knows the right things to say or do, so he just speaks his mind constantly, much to the chagrin of those around him.</s> <\|message\|>Alex Fisher The blaring music faded into background noise as Alex walked towards the exit of the club. After three long hours of drinking and partying, he was ready to head home. He had been careful not to overindulge himself this time, but the low-quality liquor was still making him feel slightly sick. He sighed. If it weren't for the tiny population in the town, maybe there would have been more clubs to choose from. He had long since grown tired of the same old drinks, songs, and people that frequented the only club within twenty miles. Alex halfheartedly fished through his pockets to see how much money he had left. This was the other problem. He wanted to add more variety to his life, but spare change wasn't going to buy him a plane ticket or a new apartment. With his current income of "just enough to get by," there was no way he could leave his hometown anytime soon. His nearly empty wallet was a shackle that kept him bound here. He drew a quarter from his pocket and tossed it from hand to hand. It seemed like he would just have to keep working on his tolerance for cheap booze and stingy club girls. Alex was jerked from his thoughts by the shrill shriek of a police siren. He instinctively froze and spun around to see where the sound was coming from. A dozens different questions flashed through his mind. What happened? Was there another murder? Was it nearby? Was the killer still on the loose? Was he in danger, too? The increasing number of murders in town had set him on edge lately. At least four people had died in the last few weeks, and the murderer had yet to be caught. In fact, the killer was so elusive people were beginning to call him "The Phantom." Two police cars roared down the street and sped around a corner, just one block ahead of where Alex was standing. He stared after them. After living in the same town for twenty-three years, he knew the layout inside and out. That street led to a dead end. The murder —if that's what it really was— must have only just happened during Alex's walk home. The crime scene hadn't even been blocked off yet. He swallowed, suddenly swept by a morbid curiosity. Maybe he could get a glimpse of the victim. The media had been so vague about the murders. No one even knew how the people were killed. Maybe now he could find out. Alex hurried after the sirens. Around the corner, the police were already taping off the area. Alex crept closer to get a better look. On the other side of the yellow tape, he saw what would have been a body. However, it was too mangled to tell if it was man or beast. He paled and turned away. Seeing a corpse in a movie was nothing compared to seeing one in real life. The sight made him nauseous. Thinking about it now, Alex was surprised that none of the police had tried to stop him from looking. Normally they guarded their crime scenes with as much force as they could muster, but none of these men had even glanced his way. It was then that he noticed what held the attention of the police. There was another man trying to intrude on the scene. It only took Alex a moment to recognize him: the town nutcase, Trevor Darklin. What was he doing here? Alex watched as one of the policemen turned Trevor away, looking seriously pissed off. The rest of the officers returned to their other tasks, but that one especially frustrated man continued to watch Trevor as if he expected him to try to get by the tape again. The scenario was almost funny. It was also a good distraction from the gruesome corpse Alex just witnessed. "Hey," he called out to Trevor. "What're ya doing there?" He stuffed his hands into his pockets and smiled at Trevor condescendingly, falling back into old habits. "Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?"</s> <\|message\|>Trevor Darklin "You gotta let me through!" Trevor Darklin pleaded with the blue-suited officer. "Please!" For months, Trevor had been reading about these crimes. Researching, studying, analyzing every bit of information that he could find. The internet carried little real evidence, and the newspapers brought a little more. But while it was a helpful resource, the local paper didn't give much in the way of details. He couldn't blame the publisher of course. Local papers had their corruptions, but not nearly as bad as the real force behind the obvious cover-up. Most likely, the police were working in conjunction with the government, holding back and real, valuable information from the public. The government was very fond of doing that. Unlike the rest of the town, Trevor had been suspicious from the start. This was the fifth murder in the past couple of months. Each was reported to have some similarities, although the media was so vague on the matter that he could merely speculate. He needed to see the body for himself. Fortunately for him, though not for the police or the victim, this crime had taken place directly across the street from where he lived. He had been there the second he saw the flashing lights of the police cars pulling up. The scene was still fresh, and the officers hadn't gotten around to blocking it off. It seemed this was his chance. At least, it had seemed that way until Mr. Blue-Suit had shown up. This cop was the only thing standing in his way now. How could the police be so foolish? Everyone in town knew that he was an expert on paranormal research, and there was obviously something not normal about this string of crimes. Whether they chose to accept it or not, these officers needed his help. Moreover, the victims needed his help, and as the only one crazy enough to actually figure out what was going on, it was his duty to help them. "I can help!" He attempted to explain as more officers approached, intent on holding him back. "I can tell you what killed these people!" "Aliens?" One of the officers scoffed. "Yeah, I'll bet it was aliens. They came from the sky to steal all of our cows and murder a few suburban dwellers in the process." Trevor glared at the man who had spoken. Aliens? That was such a stereotype. Of course this wasn't aliens. The random blackouts that occasionally spread over the town, that was aliens. The new corrupted senator whose cheesy smile got him elected by the mind-controlled masses: Aliens. The random disappearances a few years back- definitely aliens. But this? Not a chance. This only further cemented his beliefs that law enforcement knew absolutely nothing. And what the heck was he saying about stealing cows?!? "No," another officer interjected in a sarcastic tone. "It must be a cover-up arranged by the government." "Well..." It was, sort of. At least part of it was, but that wasn't what he was interested in at the moment. Mr Blue-Suit stepped forward, pushing him back into the street. "Stay away, FreakShow," he growled. "We don't want you here, and we certainly don't need you!" The others went back to their work, but BlueSuit remained, glaring at Trevor as though daring him to approach again. The young specialist was about to take him up on that dare, when he heard a voice calling to him from the other side of the yard. "Find any aliens, Conspiracy Boy?" the voice mocked him. Again with the aliens!?! It was not aliens! What were these people, blind? Aliens wouldn't have left behind a mutilated body, they would have taken it back to their home planet for study! Seriously, that was basic stuff. Even idiots knew that. "It's not aliens!" He turned in the direction of the voice. Seeing who it was, his eyes darkened. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that." Upon seeing the face of his mocker, he knew exactly who it was. Alex... Alex Something. Okay so maybe he didn't know exactly, but he certainly knew the type. He'd seen this man around before, usually hanging out in clubs and bars. He was one of those arrogant unbelievers who thought that they were better than everyone else, always searching for some sort of purpose. Yet they assumed that tough they had no drive, they were still somehow more mature and intelligent than him. He who knew exactly what he was doing with his life. "And my research has nothing to do with you. Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?"</s> <\|message\|>Alex Fisher "It's not aliens!" Trevor snarled at him. "Although I couldn't possibly expect you to know that." "Of course," Alex said with a sarcastic shrug of his shoulders. "I'm not an expert like you." A smirk tugged at his lip. He loved how easy it was to ruffle Darklin's feathers. He barely even had to try! Originally, Alex was just going to leave Trevor with one little sting, but his reaction was too entertaining. He decided he had time to stick around for a few more jabs. "And my research has nothing to do with you." Trevor went on hostilely. "Besides, I live here, so I have an excuse. What are you doing here?" "I live around here, too, hotshot," Alex crossed his arms. "This town ain't that big, you know. But more specifically, I'm here for that." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the crime scene behind him. "Who can resist seeing a dead body, right? You know how uninformed the media keeps us these days. I wanted to see what's going on, myself; I wanted to see just how ruthless this 'Phantom' guy really is." Of course, this was all just a bluff, but Trevor couldn't possibly know that. In reality, Alex was still slightly shaken from the sight of the corpse. He hadn't expected to see such a gruesome murder, and now he could understand why the media was keeping this under wraps. The town would be wrought with panic if details about The Phantom got out. "So you think this killer's not from Mars?" Alex said, swinging the topic back around to Trevor. "That's boring. He's just a normal guy like you and me? Well… like me, anyways." He shook his head and went on, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You know, I just can't bring myself to believe this guy is a human. To get away with this many murders and never leave enough evidence for the police to find anything at all? It's almost like this guy really is a ghost."</s>	<\|message\|>Trevor Darklin "Well, ghost would be more accurate..." he responded as seriously as he could manage. He knew that Alex was mocking him, but he refused to stoop to this guy's level. It was better to act oblivious, he figured, than to engage in petty arguments. Especially when those arguments involved opponents with little sense and even less knowledge. Remaining hostile could only hinder his research. Ignorant as he seemed though, this Alex character had managed to pose a half-decent theory. "Ghost" was a relatively large category, but from what little he knew, such an apparition would make a believable suspect. There was just one problem... "Except, of course, 'ghosts' are generally intangible. Possession, maybe..." he began mumbling to himself as he stepped closer to the body. Blue-Suit had conveniently gone to join his friends in their work, evidently expecting that his conversation with Alex would distract him from his curiosity. Foolish man, that one. The cops filed inside, unable to move the body before the arrival of the coroner but eager to continue the investigation. Trevor couldn't help but smile at the opportunity, ignoring Alex now as he moved in closer. That smile would not remain for long. What could only be the body of the deceased could barely be described as such. It was so twisted and mangled. The only identifiable part was the face... well, half of it at any rate. The other half had been scraped...no... clawed away. So deep were the wounds that nearly half of the skull was visible. It was a truly disgusting sight. Claw marks were evident across the entire abdomen, shredded cloth from what had once been a shirt was strewn about the scene, and what was left of his arms appeared charred and deformed. "Strange..." Circling around, Trevor found that the legs were mostly intact. That fact alone was very weird. What could mutilate the upper body to such an extent but leave the lower untouched? Whatever it was, the wounds were definitely not self-inflicted. Trevor looked grimly upon the body. Part of him knew that he should be disgusted by the sight, but he wasn't normal. Perhaps to shield itself, his mind went immediately to his work. "Definitely not possession, that wouldn't explain the burns. A poltergeist perhaps? No..."</s>
<\|description\|>CHARACTER SHEET ___________________________________________________ IMAGE NAME Age: Hair Color: Eye Color: Height: Body Type: (Don't put exact weight, just approximate between thin, average, toned, buff, etc.) Other Information:</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: "I'll be right back with your water." Off to get the water his attention was drawn by Xander and Arran's unceremonious end to their conversation. One went off to the bathrooms while the other exited the deli altogether. "Excuse me, you need to..." He didn't get the chance to finish the sentence before the boy left. "Great." Glancing back at the counter the manager motioned him to continue on. Deli Manager: Having sent Daniel back to work the manager stepped outside and looked back and forth for where Xander had gone. It turned out to be easier than expected as he was making a racket in the nearby alley. Coming around the corner Xander was apparently taking out his anger on the trash cans. The man of course had no time for this and addressed the situation. "Excuse me young mam. You left without paying."</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location There was a young woman at an adjacent corner of the alley way from Daniel and Xander. She had been staring at the sky mindlessly and for a reason even she didn't understand. The kicking of trash cans and yelling from Xander disturbed her. She stood up, and started to hobble towards the noises. She found where Daniel and Xander was and stood at the very end of the alley. She moved as if she wasn't entirely there, possibly drunk. Her eyes traced the two figures, as she was leaned a but forward. She let her two arms fall by gravity's whim in front of her, completely relaxed. Her face was emotionless. A bag that was strapped around her shoulder fell to the ground next to her. Her clothing was plain, a sweater, shorts, and sneakers. She wasn't blinking, not once.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) A soft phhsst sound was made in one of the stalls. No, it wasn't a toilet, but rather, it sounded more like a small release of steam. A young woman was heard from one of the stalls making a sigh. She stepped out of the stall, with a metalic syringe in hand. There were a lot of illegal drugs in Trip City circulating in underground gangs, raves, or otherwise. From what the woman could hear in the stall and what she could gather from the appearance of Arran she was confident in the fact that she wasn't hinding the drugs. "Don't tell anyone," she winked, as if she was going to say that she wouldn't tell anyone about the blood, in return about her drug usage. She took off her black and blue Techneo Nekeo hoodie, which was a popular mascot character for rave attire in the city and held it up to Arran. "You look awful, here, take it. Besides, it looks better than what you're wearing," She was trying to be nice, but tough at the same time. One of her eyes started to dialate, just once, as a side affect of the recent shot. The girl had a streak of blue in her short A-cut black hair, light blue eyes. She wore all black, minus her blue conbat boots. The hoodie had a blue streak running down the sleeves, it zipped in the front with two side pockets, and blue cat ears on the hood.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran swore softly under her breath, she hadn't noticed there was anyone else there, to preoccupied with whatever was in her head at that time. Or down her front, Arran thought glancing at the splatters of blood on her ripped shirt. The girl had come out of one of the stalls, the farthest one from Arran. When asked not to tell, Arran had just nodded, really it was none of her business, and if it kept the other girl from mentioning the blood all the better, the fact others would be able to see it was something Arran couldn't do anything about; until of course the girl offered her hoodie, a nice looking one with …ears? Awesome. But Arran was a little hesitant, why? Why would she be offered a nice hoodie like that just cause she looked awful? But really, did she have much choice? On the one hand she could go out as she was, blood all down her front, if she was lucky no one would notice it; not likely. She could ditch her shirt, or fold it up so the blood wasn't visible but with nothing to cover her arms, that wasn't going to happen. And last, but in no way least; she could take up the offer of the hoodie, hiding the blood and her arms all in one go. This all went through her head in a few seconds, and then something else pressed against her thoughts, "If I borrow it, how would you get it back?" Arran couldn't think that anyone would just give that sort of hoodie away for nothing.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) The unnamed female took out a sticker out of her pocket. It was a very colorful sticker with black silhouettes dancing indicating a rave party. The text on the sticker said, 'Hell-vitica' and the approximate location where the rave would be held. She put it into one of the hoodie's pocket. "There's a rave in two days, you could meet me there, besides, the first one is always free." She winked at Arran.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ok. Sound good." Arran smiled. "I'll meet you there then." She stripped off her shirt, no point in getting blood on the inside of the hoodie, revealing a camo army singlet, pale skin, and a row of faint white scars down one arm, with one or two an ugly red colour, raised and swollen; only a few days old. Running her finger tenderly across one, Arran looked at the other girl to see her reaction.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) The college student smiled in a grin, slightly trying to not smile fully. Before Arran continued, the student put her hand gently on Arran's shoulder, as she was walking past. She tossed the hoodie onto the counter and removed her hand as she walked past Arran and towards the exit. She turned her head back and waved, giving Arran some space, saying, "I'm sure I'll see you again soon." Her last expression was another held back smile as she exited the room.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Shaking her head, totally bewildered, Arran pulled on the hoodie, covering the scars, and folded her shirt so no blood was visible. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and slipped out of the bathroom. Glancing around she noticed Xander had left his table and felt a little stab of guilt, that wasn't cause of her, was it? But she brushed the thought aside, this world didn't revolve around her, much as she might wish that was the case, and also if she started feeling guilt, she'd start sliding downhill again, which was something she really needed not to do. Weaving between the tables Arran headed back to her group, they would probably wonder where she had gone, that is if they had stopped listening to that infernal song long enough to think. Kyle would have noticed of course, whether he was listening to the song or not, but Kyle would notice what happened to her, even if a bomb blew up right under his nose. Sure enough when she reached their table Luke was bouncing off the walls, Ben contemplating something, and Kyle was watching her, but at least they had stopped that song. "Are you OK?" Kyle asked softly, "And where did you get that jumper?" Arran sighed, slid into her chair, and covered her face, "It's nothing I'm just borrowing it. And I'm fine. Really" she added when Kyle glared at her. "Good" he said "Cause I'd hate for you to upset mum." Arran slouched down in her chair, "Aunt Cass will be fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine." "That's an awful lot of fines for someone with blood on their face." Kyle stated. Arran just looked at him, sure she'd wiped it all off. "Just here." He gestured to a spot on his own face and Arran hastily rubbed at that spot on her own. "Actually" Kyle grimaced "You didn't have any, but that just proved there was blood on you face earlier." Snarling Arran glared at Kyle, he was far too clever, and that would probably get her in serious trouble one of these days. "So, does that have anything to do with where the jumper came from?" He asked. "Mind your own business." Arran growled, turning back to the table and asking it as a whole, "Did they deliver that coffee yet?"</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update White As Arran put on the hoodie, it was clear that there was more than just the sticker in the pocket. A brand new metal syringe is capped and closed inside a hidden pocket in the sleeve of the Techneo Nekeo hoodie. It is felt from the inside, but not out. The hoodie is made to hide the drugs in a way that a simple pat down wont suffice to find it. However, who knows what it contains. Arran has gained the following items: Techneo Nekeo Hoodie (Blue and Black) Hell-vitica Rave Sticker Invite An Unknown Drug, Single Dosage (Unused)</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo --- He wiped the tears from his eyes anf looked over at the Deli Manager, he slipped his wallet out of his pocket and took out a $20 bill, he was about to throw it, until his eyes looked over to the seemingly drunk woman, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, just looking at her. He slipped Flandre inside her backpack and went over towards the Deli Manager, his eyes focused on the woman. "I'm sure I caused quite a racket, miss...I'm...I'm sorry...as for you, sir.." He looked at the Manager. "Keep the change, that is if that's more than the required amount....I apologize..." Xander said before his eyes rolling over to the woman again.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Seeing that his manage accepted the bill and walked off, Daniel let the whole thing go. He was helping some of the guests outside and greeted the unusual girl like he would anyone else. Being a bit distracted he didn't turn back until he heard the bag hit the floor. Work in food service for a while and you'll quickly develop an ear for falling objects. People knocked things over and dropped stuff all the time. It usually meant there was a mess to clean. Turning around he saw that it was just a bag this time. That was always a relief, cleaning took more time than he liked. It was then that he truly noticed that the girl looked spaced out or something. He approached and retrieved the bag that was dropped and offered it back to her. "Are you alright ma'am? You dropped this." It was hard to judge what kind of response he would get. Again, some people were particular about things.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The expressionless woman wouldn't even look at Daniel as he walked closer to her. She didn't move either. It became clearn that she really wasn't looking at anyone in particular, but rather straight ahead. But at the sound of his words, without warning, she kicked towards his stomach. She didn't appear interested with her bag at all.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: The kick just seemed to come out of nowhere. "Oof." Knocked back and stumbling Danial dropping the bag. Taking a few more stops back on his own he caught his breath. Duh, this girl was on something. Sighing softly he turned back toward the deli. Probably best to leave this to the proper authorities. "Better clear out before my manager makes a call." For all Daniel knew his words fell on deaf ears, but he wanted to give her a chance to leave on her own.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander notices Daniel get kicked into the stomach where he rushed over as to see what's going on. "Ay! What was that for?! Are you high or something?!" Xander said, looking at her in annoyance. He obviously expected a sort of attack from the woman and thus tightened his stomach and kept his arms out to the side, he awaited for the individual's response.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The woman was looking at the sky when Daniel gave his warning, it didn't seem like she heard, or cared. She then turned towards Xander and started running towards him when she heard him address her. It was clear she didn't know how to fight, she throws a punch at Xander.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander saw the woman run at her and only smirked, she seemed inexperienced enough to spare something show offy on. As she came close, Xander quickly went down in a bridge position before kicking upwards, enough force to deal a nasty injury but not knock out. Both his feet came upwards ramming up the woman's chest and into her face, knocking her backwards before he did the full backflip, coming up standing before opening his arms. "Go now....I don't want to have to hurt you..." He said as he cleaned his hands on his jeans. (In case anyone wonders, this is a Bridge, Xander merely kicked upwards and landed standing up.)</s>	<\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The woman was taken back by the blow. Her lip bled, maybe she bit herself when she got hit. But she did have a bruise on her jaw as well. She started wheezing from the blow to her chest. She fell sitting on her shins, holding her chest coughing a bit, arching her back fetally towards the ground. She slowly raised herself up. She looked at Xander, then at Daniel, as if she didn't have any context of what happened. Tears started to flow from her now red face. Her hands were shaking with fear. Without thinking she covered her face with her arm and started to run from where she came, leaving her zipped up duffel bag behind with Daniel.</s>
<\|description\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Age: 15 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Height: 5"7 Body Type: Thin, not exactly muscular but in good shape, he could be mistaken as a weakling. --- Other Information: Xander is one of the most peculiar combination of person you could ever meet. Xander is a nice and usually friendly person but also has his dark and more sadistic sides for a "reserved" group of people (Evil). He loves both videogames (especially Touhou and Fighting Games) and MMA, being taught by his father five different types of martial arts he never really gets picked on. People tried to bully him for sure but only ended up being knocked out on the floor and sent to the principal's office, no one, due to ignorance knows the types of martial arts he practices but it is said he knows Muay Thai and a bit of Brazilian Juijitsu and Shoot Wrestling, but it is clear he knows far more than the three. He is extremely skilled in his martial arts and weapon combat, he also mixes in his flexibility with his fighting style as to surprise his opponents and bear locks easier, meaning he should never be underestimated in a fight. For his less violent personality, he enjoys videogames and quite an active gamer while not training with his martial arts skills, notable titles include Touhou, Street Fighter, and Assassin's Creed. He is known to be immensely friendly but also serious at times as well as childish, this can be noted on how he carries a Touhou plushie in his backpack and will be seen admiring it in public (e has a collection of them) every day. Though it is clear he does this for two reasons; one, he loves the franchise and characters, two he's attracting a fight. He earned the nickname of "Vega" (coming from his favorite videogame character in Street Fighter) after showing off a bit of his sadism when leaving school having a gun pulled out on him as for money. He clearly is not to be trifled with at all. He is known through out the high school he goes to, but doesn't or can't make any friends due to the people there at the school, if anything he has acquaintances but not friends. He's always look to find someone to be his friend and who'll understand him. He started living alone in his parents former apartment after their untimely death, it was fully payed off and there was enough money in their bank accounts to continue paying the bills, it's been three months and his plushie cuddling and search for a friend increased drastically, he clearly did not want to be alone. --- Interests: Videogames, MMA, Touhou, Anime Skills: Extremely Flexible & Agile, Skilled in five different types of martial arts, Intelligent, Great Pianist, Abilities/Powers: (Will edit in when I need to)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET And thus begins... the experiment. NARRATIVE It is the fall season, although it is not that much noticeable in most parts of the city except where there are trees. Although some people might catch a chill from the wind. But in the outskirts there are leaves falling from trees in forest areas. The city square, which features a large TV screen that typically only shows breaking and typical news reports and advertisements are doing just that. Nothing out of the ordinary is being broadcasted. Almost fitting for the start of the story a tourism ad plays, or propaganda depending on how you want to look at it. "Welcome to Trip City! The leading edge of first world order! With the low rates of violence and crime in the recent years humanity has been able to dedicate more time to education and science. Technology advances are projected to increase in the next 10 years. In fact, plans on colonizing on distant planets are no longer dreams, but rather long term goals..." The ad is quite boring so it fades away into the background of noise. Of course, you might have not have even seen the ad if you weren't in the city square, or watching that particular channel to begin with. Everything that ends must come to a start first. So let's get onto life-- life in Trip City. Where do you start? Who are you? Your story begins now.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- Xander had only just gotten out of school, beginning to walk back home as he was seen in public in the happiest of moods, cuddling his Flandre Scarlet plushie. "Yes Flandre, I love you too, I don't care what anyone thinks, screw society and anyone who insults me!" He said cheerfully as he walked down the street, before stopping his little scene and just carrying her in his left hand. He was hungry after school as always and began passing by a street filled with shops and resturants. He looked at each of them while keeping his Flandre quite close to him, just looking around as to see where he might stop to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Axel Striphe Axel Striphe Axel sat in a nearby tea-shop, a bandaged, slightly bloody fist resting against his cheek as he over-looked the menu. "Excuse me, mam." He called out, his deep voice nearly making the waitress in front of him jump. No one had noticed him enter. "Er, yes, sir?" She smiled at the rather handsome, long-haired man, only for her eyes to widen at his apparel. Axel had been at the Pitt since yesterday, and other than a quick-shower, he didn't really have time to pick out the best clothing for a preppy tea shop. They smelled good, but they were more fit for training. Torn jeans, boots, and a sleeveless black under-armor shirt that hugged his form. White, slightly bloody bandages wrapped around his knuckles, and down to his forearms, and he had a band-aid underneath his left eye. {Practically his picture} "A mint tea?" He questioned lightly, a slightly rougeish smirk forming on the corner of his lips. The lady blushed when she realized that she was smirking, and quickly dashed towards thef back, calling over her shoulder, "Y-yes, sir!" Axel was rather amused, but he merely looked back down at the menu, with a sigh. They didn't have any bacon. Great.</s> <\|message\|>v Fall, one of Daniel's favorite times or year. The temperature was mild and it meant thee year would soon be winding down. That didn't stop him from completely wasting the morning inside though. His dad was off at work for the day as always and his two younger sisters to school. That just left him and his mom still at home. At least until it was time for him to go to work. Only having two cars between the five of them that meant getting dropped off. Midday was the usual shift change, just before school let out. Their location was on a fairly busy road which meant there was an influx of people right around after school. Having been through the routine many times Daniel got things ready in advance. Once people started showing up it was a race to keep the place clean and getting food out to everyone. On top of that they wanted him to talk to people. See how they were doing, get to know them, build up a good customer relation kind of stuff. It wasn't the most fun part of the job but it had been helping him with his social skills. It also taught him how to act interested in some of the most boring or pointless conversation points points ever. Perhaps more valuable was the knowledge of how to get out of those mind numbing situations. Now that school let out things were going to pick up.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Yumemi Renee sighed as she got off of the bus and walked down the sidewalk with her, passively listening to the large TV as she walked on. She was just glad to be done with her classes for today, and she was glad to have a day off of her job for today. So, she decided to spend some time relaxing before she went back to the dorms to study. She walked down the sidewalk until she reached a bookstore. She walked in and looked at the books in the fiction section. She didn't care whether the books were manga or otherwise, so long as it had an interesting story. She smiled to herself as she read the first chapter, fully becoming engrossed in the story.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- Oh, before we move on, Xander was wearing a black shirt and some grey pants with some sneakers. He only continued to cuddle his plushie before his eyes caught attention of the deli which sounded like a good idea to his stomach. He walked into the deli, carrying Flandre in as if it were nothing. He quickly took a spot next to the window as to get a good view of everything from the resturant. He slung off his backpack and let it lean on the legs of the chair, before placing his Flandre plushie on the table, making her face him as he smiled back at his little doll. From the table he began to think upon what he would have. Assuming there was already a menu on the table, he picked it up and began to read through it, if not he raised his hand and awaited for service.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Waitress 1, Unnamed Waitress 2 Striphe's location. When the waitress (1) had the tea ready, she came out. She felt bad for not recognizing that your character walked in. But despite pondering that, she suddenly lost a sense of self. For one second she forgot what she was doing. She flinched, spilling the tea and breaking the tea cup and pot. It almost looked like she wouldn't catch herself, but did, and saw the tea suddenly at her feet, with customers starring at her. She didn't remember dropping it. "Oh my god," she thought, embarrassed. She ran to go get a rag. Moments later when another waitress (2) was leaving to give someone else their order, the employee door was open long enough to hear a crash, "What's going on?!" "Are you okay?" The waitress who just exited looked worried upon hearing it too. The commotion died down almost as soon as it started and the bus boy started to clean up the mess. A new waitress came to give Axel's mint tea. "We're so sorry about that. Could I get anything else started for you?" She said it looking a little concerned. Axel could hear another young lady murmuring in the shop eating a muffin, "What a klutz."</s> <\|message\|>Axel Striphe Axel rose an eyebrow at the long chain of unfortunate events, his sapphire blue eyes glinting in slight concern for the first waitress. Pushing it through the back of his mind, the fighter glanced up at the new waitress and nodded his consent. "No worries. I'm fine for now. Thanks." He accepted the mint tea, wrapping his bandaged hands around the hot mug and taking a slow, favorable sip. He loved tea, and despite being seen as a cocky, skilled fighter in the underground, Axel often wondered what would have happened if he, instead, created a tea shop instead of a Fight Club. "Is that lady alright?" His voice was curious, and slightly concerned, and Axel glanced back down towards the staff-only door.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Waitress 2 Striphe's location. "Oh, ya, I'm sure she's fine. She was probably low on blood sugar or something." The waitress smiled, "Let me know if you need anything else, hun, I'll be your server now." She went off to check on the other customer's orders. Behind the employee doors the waitress who nearly fell over was went home to get some rest. She took the back door, as it was apparent that she never showed up again, and other waiters and waitresses greeted the customers she was attending. They told them that she had gone home, and that they would be serving them now. Business continued to run as normal. GM No longer controls -Unnamed Waitress 1, Unnamed Waitress 2</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Come on, I can make it. Arran willed herself to hit that high note. All right, fine, it wasn't that high; just higher than Arran could sing normally, but she had discussed it with the others and this song just had to have a high note there. Hitting the note, YES!, Arran finished up the song. Playing it back she grinned, happy as a sandboy. Saving the file she emailed it to the boys and, after gathering her stuff and switching the equipment off, left the recording studio. Blinking in the bright sunlight, Arran started off down the street, humming the tune to their latest song. Today was a wandering day, she was going to stroll along in almost too hot sunshine, and find somewhere that was hopefully interesting to stop, maybe have a bite to eat, or read a book, probably stopping by the supermarket on the way home, so that they could have Sheppard's pie for dinner tonight. Strolling past Kyle's, the drummer, school Arran suddenly remembered that they had agreed to meet up somewhere round here, just where was it? Sighing Arran leaned on the wall next to the gate, and checked her watch; five minutes till school ended, she could wait that long. Probably. Sliding down to sit, Arran watched people hurry by, late for something most likely, trying far too hard in a world that couldn't care less. Arran knew she shouldn't keep thinking like this, but downward spirals were so easy to start and really, really hard to stop.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: When Xander entered Daniel greeted him from across the room where he was tending another table. "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli. I'll be right with you." He excused himself from the conversation. Oh his way over he spotted that Xander didn't have a menu. Detouring slightly to pick one up he brought it over. "How are you doing today? Could I get you started with a drink?" Daniel said as he offered the menu. He noticed the plushie but didn't give any sign that he had, partly because he didn't recognize what it was from. Not everyone liked when you point something out. Better to let them bring it up.</s>	<\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- "Oh, thank you." Xander said, taking the menu in his hands. When asked for a drink he looked up in thought for a few seconds before saying, "Just a glass of water please, and forgive the awkward question, but do you have a drink that's...eh...blood coloured? Might as well keep going with the mood with Flandre here." He said with a shrug, using his head as to point at the plushie. He began to look over through the menu as to find something he'd like. "What do you suggest from the menu, that's meaty, of course?" He asked tilting his head at Daniel.</s>
<\|description\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Age: 15 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Height: 5"7 Body Type: Thin, not exactly muscular but in good shape, he could be mistaken as a weakling. --- Other Information: Xander is one of the most peculiar combination of person you could ever meet. Xander is a nice and usually friendly person but also has his dark and more sadistic sides for a "reserved" group of people (Evil). He loves both videogames (especially Touhou and Fighting Games) and MMA, being taught by his father five different types of martial arts he never really gets picked on. People tried to bully him for sure but only ended up being knocked out on the floor and sent to the principal's office, no one, due to ignorance knows the types of martial arts he practices but it is said he knows Muay Thai and a bit of Brazilian Juijitsu and Shoot Wrestling, but it is clear he knows far more than the three. He is extremely skilled in his martial arts and weapon combat, he also mixes in his flexibility with his fighting style as to surprise his opponents and bear locks easier, meaning he should never be underestimated in a fight. For his less violent personality, he enjoys videogames and quite an active gamer while not training with his martial arts skills, notable titles include Touhou, Street Fighter, and Assassin's Creed. He is known to be immensely friendly but also serious at times as well as childish, this can be noted on how he carries a Touhou plushie in his backpack and will be seen admiring it in public (e has a collection of them) every day. Though it is clear he does this for two reasons; one, he loves the franchise and characters, two he's attracting a fight. He earned the nickname of "Vega" (coming from his favorite videogame character in Street Fighter) after showing off a bit of his sadism when leaving school having a gun pulled out on him as for money. He clearly is not to be trifled with at all. He is known through out the high school he goes to, but doesn't or can't make any friends due to the people there at the school, if anything he has acquaintances but not friends. He's always look to find someone to be his friend and who'll understand him. He started living alone in his parents former apartment after their untimely death, it was fully payed off and there was enough money in their bank accounts to continue paying the bills, it's been three months and his plushie cuddling and search for a friend increased drastically, he clearly did not want to be alone. --- Interests: Videogames, MMA, Touhou, Anime Skills: Extremely Flexible & Agile, Skilled in five different types of martial arts, Intelligent, Great Pianist, Abilities/Powers: (Will edit in when I need to)</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.</s> <\|message\|>v "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli." Daniel called out as Maxwell entered. "I'll be right with you." Taking dishes back to the busing station in the back he washed and dried his hands before heading back out and over to the newest guest. "Alrighty, what can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander repeated about what he said, who Flandre was and where she came from. "She's my fourth favorite character from the franchise." He says, before picking up Flandre again and petting the doll's head with his clean hand. He left her on his lap, using his other hand to eat his sandwich and drink his water. Though, his eyes shot towards the new person in the Deli, he seemed to bear his teeth upon sight of this fellow. Xander didn't like that type of person, at all, he could tell by how they walked, acted, and dressed. He eventually turned his gaze back to Arran and continued to pet his plushie.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander smiling slightly. "Mhim, I can see that" she said, smiling outright. "Personally I don't think I'd be brave enough to cuddle one of those in public, if I had one to cuddle." Arran thought about it for a second, "Well I do have my teddy, but to cuddle him I'd have to have him." She frowned for a second, remembering her teddy flung haphazardly across a half-made bed. "Wait… did you say fourth? Than who's the first three? Not that I'd know them if you told me, but I still wanna know!" She perked up there, grinning again; anything to stop the calling spiral into despair, and if there was any day she had to keep floating, it was today. When someone walked into the deli Xander had bared his teeth, not the most obvious gesture but one Arran had picked up anyway. Glancing at the boy who had just walked in, and was looking at his phone, Arran noticed he seemed rich, the sort of rich Arran had lived amongst before, the sort of rich Ben was, the sort of rich that for the most part she hated bitterly. Scrunching up her face Arran could feel the anger building, bubbling up inside, rising, and taking over, an explosion primed to blow. She had to squash it; she had to squash it now. Normally she dispersed her anger or despair with music, loud and fast, the words painting how she felt in bright colours on her heart. Taking a deep breath Arran reined in her anger, calming down, reminding herself that here and now was not the time, and anyway; as far as she knew the boy who'd just walked in wasn't like the rest, it was always a possibility.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Huh, no one's ever been really interested in my plushies.." or me.. He muttered afterwards, a bit more sad when saying that to himself. "First favorite is Cirno, she's an ice fairy, second favorite is Remilia Scarlet, Flandre's big sister, awfully close to first place, and third is Suwako Moriya, goddess of the Moriya Shrine." He said, bringing up his phone and showing pictures of the three, as well as Flandre. Remilia Scarlet Flandre Scarlet Suwako Moriya Cirno (Cirno is in my signature and profile picture, but here you go) "Erm....yeah....the games have no male characters what-so-ever, but they're pretty great games..." Xander said his redness on his face returning.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE When you're like me, Arran thought, you gotta have something to be interested in, even if it was a random person who'd piqued her interest. Xander showed her pictures on his phone of the characters he was describing. All pretty girls. Arran grinned, "No boys what so ever? Sounds like heaven. …Unless of course you're me and don't really like girls." She thought about if for a second, "Although I guess if they're from a game than they are probably better than real life." She was smiling sadly again. Today was a good day; as of yet she hadn't yelled at anyone or disappeared to sob, or rage somewhere. Not to mention Xander was interesting, and for Arran interesting was always a good thing.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The girl, whom Sophia now knows as Renee, shook her hand, answered her apology then asked her a question. "Yeah, I'm a regular. I come here often to buy books, stationery, and other things. Though I also just come here to read," she replied Renee's question, grinning wide remembering the frequency of the last part. "I'm guessing this is your first time here? I've never seen you here before," Sophia asked.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "From what I've seen, yeah, they're better than real girls...maybe cuter too..." Xander says, rolling his eyes somewhere else as to try and prevent and ease his emabressment. "Anyway, besides being in a band, what else interests you, hm?" He said, his now focused on the pretty rich boy, seeming to stare at him for a while. He only cuddled his plushie even more, as to attract attention to himself, though this time on purpose, what was he planning?</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "What else interests me? Hummm………" Arran thought about it, "Well Music, obviously. And I guess, reading, cooking, and wandering. I quite like sport, but I don't really play any, Horse riding's fun but I can never control the horse so I don't really bother. Watching movies, as long as there's no romance. I quite enjoy doing a lot of things, but mostly I do it by a moment at a time basis, if it interests me right then, then, I am interested by that. Sad, I know, but it works." She frowned. "And you." She stated bluntly, "Right now you interest me. You cuddle her" she nodded at the doll, "In public, but then are embarrassed for being caught. You look lonely but haven't admitted to it, and you don't" she paused here for a second "seem to like rich people." Arran gestured slightly to the boy Xander had been staring at. "Not to mention, you didn't seem to mind overly much when I just dropped in at your table."</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "M-me...?" Xander said, a bit curious before hearing Arran out, and then replying to her statement, quite annoyed. "Ay! Wait right there! First off, I am NOT lonely!" Xander said, obviously denying it as he looked at Arran in a sort of anger, sadness, and annoyance, he beared his teeth, clearly not liking to go on this subject. "Second of all, I don't CARE what people think about me cuddling Flandre-chan, I was SURPRISED to find somelne directly 'catching' me." He said, this was half true. "You could call me 'friendly' if you're wondering about how I don't overreact to you sitting here. And last but not least; I don't care if you're rich or poor, I care about how you ACT, and I can tell by looking at him that he may be another wimpy snob who can't hold himself in a fight." He said, letting out a sigh of annoyance upon finishing. The last few words he said were unusual, coming from a boy who cuddled his plushies in public.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ok, Ok, Ok, don't get your knickers in a twist." She threw up her hands "You better accept it when someone approaches you offering to be a friend. They don't come often and when they do they stick around. It's not fun being lonely, I should know, and If you want me to find you interesting for you, I'll have to know you for you." And here she smiled sadly, "Most people only see what's on the surface, and I admit I'm one of them, but I try, I do try." She could see how he had miss read her intentions but couldn't work out how to fix it, a single tear leaking out her eye she pushed the chair back, "Thank-you for your time, I'm just going to excuse myself." Flicking her head to clear off the tear, she headed to the bathroom, trying not to burst into sobs, It wasn't Xander's fault, she simply was too emotional, it was too easy tip her into this state. Running the tap she looked at herself in the mirror, a lonely girl who just wanted out.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell put down his phone and looked towards Daniel. "Oh, I'll just have a water, please." Maxwell caught some weirdos staring at him a bit, though he was used to this. Who didn't want to look at the best guy in the room? Though, Jeeves usually watches for any "unwanted attention" from a distance.</s>	<\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "H-hey, w-wait!" Xander said as he reached out his arm as to try and stop her, but failed to do so. Xander only looked upset as he saw her go ofg, before picking up his backpack and Flandre and sadly heading out the door. He went into the alley next to the deli and saw an emoty trash can which he kicked strongly, sending it flying against the Deli's wall with a 'clang!' He yelled out loudly, overflowing with amger, "BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA! I'M AN IDIOT! MY ONE CHANCE AT A FRIEND AND I BLEW IT DUE TO MY STUPIDITY!" He only yelled out again, kicking the empty trash can once more before slamming his back against his wall and covering his face with both hands as he, perhaps expected, began to cry. He moved his hands down from his face and cuddled Flandre as to try and ease his emotional pain. "I f**king blew it....I could have had a friend...and I blew it.." He said, crying softly, exasperated with his lonliness.</s>
<\|description\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Age: 15 Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Black Height: 5"7 Body Type: Thin, not exactly muscular but in good shape, he could be mistaken as a weakling. --- Other Information: Xander is one of the most peculiar combination of person you could ever meet. Xander is a nice and usually friendly person but also has his dark and more sadistic sides for a "reserved" group of people (Evil). He loves both videogames (especially Touhou and Fighting Games) and MMA, being taught by his father five different types of martial arts he never really gets picked on. People tried to bully him for sure but only ended up being knocked out on the floor and sent to the principal's office, no one, due to ignorance knows the types of martial arts he practices but it is said he knows Muay Thai and a bit of Brazilian Juijitsu and Shoot Wrestling, but it is clear he knows far more than the three. He is extremely skilled in his martial arts and weapon combat, he also mixes in his flexibility with his fighting style as to surprise his opponents and bear locks easier, meaning he should never be underestimated in a fight. For his less violent personality, he enjoys videogames and quite an active gamer while not training with his martial arts skills, notable titles include Touhou, Street Fighter, and Assassin's Creed. He is known to be immensely friendly but also serious at times as well as childish, this can be noted on how he carries a Touhou plushie in his backpack and will be seen admiring it in public (e has a collection of them) every day. Though it is clear he does this for two reasons; one, he loves the franchise and characters, two he's attracting a fight. He earned the nickname of "Vega" (coming from his favorite videogame character in Street Fighter) after showing off a bit of his sadism when leaving school having a gun pulled out on him as for money. He clearly is not to be trifled with at all. He is known through out the high school he goes to, but doesn't or can't make any friends due to the people there at the school, if anything he has acquaintances but not friends. He's always look to find someone to be his friend and who'll understand him. He started living alone in his parents former apartment after their untimely death, it was fully payed off and there was enough money in their bank accounts to continue paying the bills, it's been three months and his plushie cuddling and search for a friend increased drastically, he clearly did not want to be alone. --- Interests: Videogames, MMA, Touhou, Anime Skills: Extremely Flexible & Agile, Skilled in five different types of martial arts, Intelligent, Great Pianist, Abilities/Powers: (Will edit in when I need to)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location The cat had ran straight to a turned over garbage can in front of a building. The cat had no collar and was eating out of the scraps. It heard Renee coming, and paused to look at her.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Seeing that there was no collar on the cat, Renee shook her head at herself. She thought silently to herself, thinking that she was just being silly. She turned back and started to continue her way back to the dorms.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander sighs sadly as he watches her run off, only too late did he realize his mistakes, which only further upset him. He took Flaked out of his backpack and cuddled with her as he walked along the street alone, a tear rolling down his right cheek. "This is why I have no friends.....I'm too much of a freak...if not....I look for an excuse to fight...if only Mother was here..." He said, hugging the plushie and cuddling with her before placing a kiss upon its head. He walked past a tea shop and a book store, further cuddling the plushie not really caring about anything. It was clear Xander was stressed out, he had messed up twice, he was clearly on the verge of breaking into tears again.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE After paying their bill and leaving the rapidly empting deli, Arran and Kyle split from the others and started walking home. "Urghh… I forgot to get the meat for dinner" Arran groaned, "Aunt Cass is going to kill me, I was supposed to be home early so as to cook." She was partly mad she had forgotten but mostly she wanted to try and distract Kyle from her incident earlier; he hadn't said anything in front of the others, but now they were alone there was going to be hell to pay. But instead of asking questions about earlier Kyle surprised her "You missed your appointment you know." Arran blinked in surprise, "huh?" Kyle turned, walking backwards so as to be able to walk and talk, "You missed your appointment. Your very important appointment" Arran thought about it, "Very important appointment. Uhhhh…… what?" Kyle frowned; "You never told me; I set the alarm after checking your calendar, really; I was surprised that you even had something on there." "You checked my calendar?" Arran grimaced, "why?" "You never remember anything, unless it's music, so I thought it would be best to make sure I have an alarm for you as well. Only you had about three things on your calendar one of which was my birthday, one was mum's, and the other unnamed." Kyle spun back around so he was walking next to her. They walked for a little while; tuning a few corners, and hiking up and down hills, till they finally reached Kyle's street. Wading through the overgrown grass that overlapped the path they climbed a set of worn concrete steps to a solid door with blue paint peeling to reveal a vibrant red, or maybe the red was peeling to show the blue, but really it didn't matter, the majority of the door being blue.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The sudden turn of Renee's head alerted Sophia, and the girl bolted away after apologising that she had to hurry somewhere. Sophia raised her eyebrows to that, then shouted, "Bye!" to Renee, knowing the girl wouldn't hear her. Sighing, she walked to the counter, book in hand. After paying for the book, she checked the time on her blue digital watch. It wasn't really that late, but maybe it was for Renee. As Sophia pushed the book shop's front door open after waving to the cashier, she saw a boy around her age walking past, cuddling a familiar touhou character plushie, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Flandre..." She managed to whisper, recalling the name of the character.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander kept walking until he heard someone whisper the voice of his plushie. He wiped the tear off his cheek and turned around as to meet Sophia. "Yes.....d-do you know Touhou....?" He asked, his arms still wrapped around the plushie he cuddled with. Xander seemed hopeful as to find someone who knew about Flandre and most likely other Touhou characters, it was rare enough to find people ho knew about it, at least for him.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell got up from his seat. He had been waiting for a good while too long, as it was getting late. He walked back out to the vehicle, and got in the back. "What the hell just happened in there? It was like some sort of a teen drama unfolding right before my eyes!" He let out a simple sigh, cradling his head in his hand, agitated that he was unable to get even a water. "Jeeves, let's just go home already." Jeeves started the Limousine, heading for the Ryte family mansion.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The boy suddenly turned to face her, which made Sophia raise her eyebrows, quite surprised. She didn't think that the boy would hear her. The boy wiped off his tear, then asked her about touhou. "Uhm. Oh yes, I do know of it. Well, I have not played the game however, but I have read some manga chapters, though that was some years ago, so I might not remember much of the story. I do know of some of the characters. Well, I'm pretty sure you're quite a fan, huh?" Sophia replied with a sheepish smile. She didn't quite know how to act in front of the boy, in contrast to when she faced Renee. Back then she was too excited about the book to care of she she did, but mostly she was like this, shy, in front of new people.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) The uniform in the bag was familiar. Daniel had visited the tea shop before even if it had been a while. Putting everything back in the bag the boy would leave it here at the office until tomorrow. As he recalled the tea shop closed around the same time the deli did. He worked in the evening so he would have ample time to get it to the tea shop. His shift was done so he ordered something for dinner in the last couple of minutes and waited for his ride. Timing it pretty well he got his food just a minute before his ride arrived. Saying goodbye to his coworkers Daniel headed to the car and was on his way home.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Flopping down at the computer desk, Arran logged into her account on the old, second-hand E-Mac, flicking over to her email and receiving ten new emails from her brother since yesterday, totaling in almost fifty unread emails from him. Slumping down in her chair, she logged out and stared at the login page, not really seeing it, thinking about the day; worse than usual, but in the scale of things not too disastrous, just not so good. The hoodie; that was something Arran couldn't fathom, why had she been given the hoodie, and surely the girl hadn't just forgotten the drug; it didn't seem to be the sort of thing you just forgot was in the sleeve of your hoodie when handing it over to a stranger. After getting home she had looked herself in the bathroom as soon as she could, and worked the syringe out of the sleeve from the inside, pulling it out and looking for markings, finding none, but considering the poor lighting in the bathroom, that wasn't surprising. Now it was tucked safely back in the sleeve of the hoodie, which in turn was tucked in one of her two draws in the boy's room, somewhere the others were forbidden to access; a rule that was reinforced by an old padlock to which only she had the key. Arran hadn't told Kyle about the drug, that wasn't the sort of thing she just told people about, especially Kyle, who couldn't keep silent if he thought others needed to know, and that ment telling Aunt Cass, the last person in the world Arran wanted to upset. No it was better she didn't mention it to anybody.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Oh, you should try out the games, they're amazing." He said, holding Flandre in his arms as he looked at her. "What's your name? I'm Xander...." He asked. Xander's eyes looked away from the girl and up to the sun, it was clearly getting late, and he would have to get going soon enough. His eyes looked back down towards the girl and awaited her response. Though as the sun was going down, it was clear there was a slight change in his attitude, he was more vigilant of his surroundings, little things such as the rustling of bushes made his head turn; after all, can't be too careful.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Rachael Sandra's Duffel Bag, Rachael Sandra's Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) --- In the way home he debated telling his mother about the weird events at work today. It might make his mother worry though so he dropped the idea. Glad that the drive home was a short one Daniel headed indoors. His sisters were already getting ready for bed, having to go to school the next morning. That was one thing the boy missed and didn't at the same time. Learning was always fun, even if the subject was less than thrilling. The other side of the coin was the homework and having to sit in lectures. That was rarely much fun. That was bound to come back though whenever he started college though. In the mean time he should enjoy the freedom he had. Also per usual his dad was asleep already. Work being so far off require him to get up before the crack of dawn which in turn meant an early bedtime. Working evenings himself, Daniel tended to miss most of the happenings of the day. Being hungry he headed to the kitchen which usually contained leftovers. Digging around in the fridge brought forth yesterdays meatloaf. Not much caring having had it two days in a row he threw some on a plate along with some green beans and corn. A short heat in the microwave and a drink on the side Daniel took his meal upstairs to his room. Ah, now no one would bother him. That was the other advantage to working in the evening. By the end of the day everyone else was too tired to bug him much, with exception to his day to do chores. And staying up late playing games and killing time wasn't a bother because he didn't have to get up early either. Watching videos on Youtube while eating he ran through his mind the events that transpired. Slightly hard to believe it happened even having watched it with his own eyes. On top of seeing what appeared to be a drugged woman that kicked him away, there was the boy who walked out without paying flipping over and kicking the aforementioned away. How would own even explain that brief moment in time. Shaking his head and sighing he finished eating and went to playing a game. Tomorrow could be an interesting day as well. Maybe not quite as crazy but he had the bag to return. The reaction to such a thing could vary.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig "Oh. Well I'm Sophia, nice to meet you. Also, I might try the games..." Sophia answered Xander. She noticed him looking up to the sun that was illuminating the place with an orange glow, indicating that it was setting. It must be pretty late for him. And for her too. "Do you have to go now?" She questioned him, tilting her head to the side. It was a habit that she do that when not sure of something.</s>	<\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Not really, do you...erm...wish to talk a bit more or something..?" He asks, a bit unsure of what to say. He kept Flandre tucked in his left arm, his eyes squinting as the sunset blinded him slightly, though he continued to look at Sophia. He was vigilant but also calm at this point.</s>
<\|description\|>Axel Striphe Age: 19 Hair Color: Black, with natural white locks deep near the roots. Eye Color: Crystal, sapphire blue. Height: 6'2" Body Type: Pure muscular, but with a lean, ripped physique that doesn't make it literally all bulk. As shown in picture. Other Info: Axel was just an average boy growing up. He loved sports, and worked out quite a bit, but his favorte past-time was, in fact, fighting. he made an MMA club in high-school, and it actually lasted quite a bit, until he graduated. There, he had enough funds to make his own legal Fight Club, where he taught others how to fight, and they usually sparred every day. It was nice money. However, since he has a friend that mostly lords over that club, he spends even more of his time in the UBA; an Underground Battle Arena created centuries ago in the city. The people usually fight until the death, which is why it's hosted in the sewers, in a sort of cage-like arena. He is quickly becoming a master of Krav Maga, and is the top ranked fighter there so far. His 'stage-name', and name used there, is Strife, taken from his last name.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET And thus begins... the experiment. NARRATIVE It is the fall season, although it is not that much noticeable in most parts of the city except where there are trees. Although some people might catch a chill from the wind. But in the outskirts there are leaves falling from trees in forest areas. The city square, which features a large TV screen that typically only shows breaking and typical news reports and advertisements are doing just that. Nothing out of the ordinary is being broadcasted. Almost fitting for the start of the story a tourism ad plays, or propaganda depending on how you want to look at it. "Welcome to Trip City! The leading edge of first world order! With the low rates of violence and crime in the recent years humanity has been able to dedicate more time to education and science. Technology advances are projected to increase in the next 10 years. In fact, plans on colonizing on distant planets are no longer dreams, but rather long term goals..." The ad is quite boring so it fades away into the background of noise. Of course, you might have not have even seen the ad if you weren't in the city square, or watching that particular channel to begin with. Everything that ends must come to a start first. So let's get onto life-- life in Trip City. Where do you start? Who are you? Your story begins now.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- Xander had only just gotten out of school, beginning to walk back home as he was seen in public in the happiest of moods, cuddling his Flandre Scarlet plushie. "Yes Flandre, I love you too, I don't care what anyone thinks, screw society and anyone who insults me!" He said cheerfully as he walked down the street, before stopping his little scene and just carrying her in his left hand. He was hungry after school as always and began passing by a street filled with shops and resturants. He looked at each of them while keeping his Flandre quite close to him, just looking around as to see where he might stop to eat.</s> <\|message\|>Axel Striphe Axel Striphe Axel sat in a nearby tea-shop, a bandaged, slightly bloody fist resting against his cheek as he over-looked the menu. "Excuse me, mam." He called out, his deep voice nearly making the waitress in front of him jump. No one had noticed him enter. "Er, yes, sir?" She smiled at the rather handsome, long-haired man, only for her eyes to widen at his apparel. Axel had been at the Pitt since yesterday, and other than a quick-shower, he didn't really have time to pick out the best clothing for a preppy tea shop. They smelled good, but they were more fit for training. Torn jeans, boots, and a sleeveless black under-armor shirt that hugged his form. White, slightly bloody bandages wrapped around his knuckles, and down to his forearms, and he had a band-aid underneath his left eye. {Practically his picture} "A mint tea?" He questioned lightly, a slightly rougeish smirk forming on the corner of his lips. The lady blushed when she realized that she was smirking, and quickly dashed towards thef back, calling over her shoulder, "Y-yes, sir!" Axel was rather amused, but he merely looked back down at the menu, with a sigh. They didn't have any bacon. Great.</s> <\|message\|>v Fall, one of Daniel's favorite times or year. The temperature was mild and it meant thee year would soon be winding down. That didn't stop him from completely wasting the morning inside though. His dad was off at work for the day as always and his two younger sisters to school. That just left him and his mom still at home. At least until it was time for him to go to work. Only having two cars between the five of them that meant getting dropped off. Midday was the usual shift change, just before school let out. Their location was on a fairly busy road which meant there was an influx of people right around after school. Having been through the routine many times Daniel got things ready in advance. Once people started showing up it was a race to keep the place clean and getting food out to everyone. On top of that they wanted him to talk to people. See how they were doing, get to know them, build up a good customer relation kind of stuff. It wasn't the most fun part of the job but it had been helping him with his social skills. It also taught him how to act interested in some of the most boring or pointless conversation points points ever. Perhaps more valuable was the knowledge of how to get out of those mind numbing situations. Now that school let out things were going to pick up.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Yumemi Renee sighed as she got off of the bus and walked down the sidewalk with her, passively listening to the large TV as she walked on. She was just glad to be done with her classes for today, and she was glad to have a day off of her job for today. So, she decided to spend some time relaxing before she went back to the dorms to study. She walked down the sidewalk until she reached a bookstore. She walked in and looked at the books in the fiction section. She didn't care whether the books were manga or otherwise, so long as it had an interesting story. She smiled to herself as she read the first chapter, fully becoming engrossed in the story.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- Oh, before we move on, Xander was wearing a black shirt and some grey pants with some sneakers. He only continued to cuddle his plushie before his eyes caught attention of the deli which sounded like a good idea to his stomach. He walked into the deli, carrying Flandre in as if it were nothing. He quickly took a spot next to the window as to get a good view of everything from the resturant. He slung off his backpack and let it lean on the legs of the chair, before placing his Flandre plushie on the table, making her face him as he smiled back at his little doll. From the table he began to think upon what he would have. Assuming there was already a menu on the table, he picked it up and began to read through it, if not he raised his hand and awaited for service.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Waitress 1, Unnamed Waitress 2 Striphe's location. When the waitress (1) had the tea ready, she came out. She felt bad for not recognizing that your character walked in. But despite pondering that, she suddenly lost a sense of self. For one second she forgot what she was doing. She flinched, spilling the tea and breaking the tea cup and pot. It almost looked like she wouldn't catch herself, but did, and saw the tea suddenly at her feet, with customers starring at her. She didn't remember dropping it. "Oh my god," she thought, embarrassed. She ran to go get a rag. Moments later when another waitress (2) was leaving to give someone else their order, the employee door was open long enough to hear a crash, "What's going on?!" "Are you okay?" The waitress who just exited looked worried upon hearing it too. The commotion died down almost as soon as it started and the bus boy started to clean up the mess. A new waitress came to give Axel's mint tea. "We're so sorry about that. Could I get anything else started for you?" She said it looking a little concerned. Axel could hear another young lady murmuring in the shop eating a muffin, "What a klutz."</s>	<\|message\|>Axel Striphe Axel rose an eyebrow at the long chain of unfortunate events, his sapphire blue eyes glinting in slight concern for the first waitress. Pushing it through the back of his mind, the fighter glanced up at the new waitress and nodded his consent. "No worries. I'm fine for now. Thanks." He accepted the mint tea, wrapping his bandaged hands around the hot mug and taking a slow, favorable sip. He loved tea, and despite being seen as a cocky, skilled fighter in the underground, Axel often wondered what would have happened if he, instead, created a tea shop instead of a Fight Club. "Is that lady alright?" His voice was curious, and slightly concerned, and Axel glanced back down towards the staff-only door.</s>
<\|description\|>v Daniel Parton Age: 19 Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Height: 5' 8" Body Type: Average Other Information: There's no way around it, Daniel is a nerd. It doesn't help that most of his friends have moved away or gone off to collage. As a result he has fallen back to two of his pass times, video games and anime. He is a server/busser at a local deli (sandwich shop) while he saves for his own education. His parents are pushing him to go do other things as well so he has started looking at other things to go that are nearby. Learning to do new things wasn't really the issue, it was having to meet new people that was the problem.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The expressionless woman wouldn't even look at Daniel as he walked closer to her. She didn't move either. It became clearn that she really wasn't looking at anyone in particular, but rather straight ahead. But at the sound of his words, without warning, she kicked towards his stomach. She didn't appear interested with her bag at all.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: The kick just seemed to come out of nowhere. "Oof." Knocked back and stumbling Danial dropping the bag. Taking a few more stops back on his own he caught his breath. Duh, this girl was on something. Sighing softly he turned back toward the deli. Probably best to leave this to the proper authorities. "Better clear out before my manager makes a call." For all Daniel knew his words fell on deaf ears, but he wanted to give her a chance to leave on her own.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander notices Daniel get kicked into the stomach where he rushed over as to see what's going on. "Ay! What was that for?! Are you high or something?!" Xander said, looking at her in annoyance. He obviously expected a sort of attack from the woman and thus tightened his stomach and kept his arms out to the side, he awaited for the individual's response.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The woman was looking at the sky when Daniel gave his warning, it didn't seem like she heard, or cared. She then turned towards Xander and started running towards him when she heard him address her. It was clear she didn't know how to fight, she throws a punch at Xander.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander saw the woman run at her and only smirked, she seemed inexperienced enough to spare something show offy on. As she came close, Xander quickly went down in a bridge position before kicking upwards, enough force to deal a nasty injury but not knock out. Both his feet came upwards ramming up the woman's chest and into her face, knocking her backwards before he did the full backflip, coming up standing before opening his arms. "Go now....I don't want to have to hurt you..." He said as he cleaned his hands on his jeans. (In case anyone wonders, this is a Bridge, Xander merely kicked upwards and landed standing up.)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The woman was taken back by the blow. Her lip bled, maybe she bit herself when she got hit. But she did have a bruise on her jaw as well. She started wheezing from the blow to her chest. She fell sitting on her shins, holding her chest coughing a bit, arching her back fetally towards the ground. She slowly raised herself up. She looked at Xander, then at Daniel, as if she didn't have any context of what happened. Tears started to flow from her now red face. Her hands were shaking with fear. Without thinking she covered her face with her arm and started to run from where she came, leaving her zipped up duffel bag behind with Daniel.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Hearing the tussle as Daniel looked up from his phone that he was using to make a call to the cops. The girl was injured and took off running. The moment took a second to sink in before he approached and grabbed Xander's arm to try and stop him from doing anything further. "What the hell, did you just hit her? What's wrong with you?" Maybe Daniel was old fashioned, but he was always told not to hit a girl. The exception being serious harm and life or death situations. It was one of the reasons he backed off on top of not really liking the idea of fighting. The girl clearly had problems. And the bag was still there. "Great." He picks it up again and tried to work out what to do. This was a lawsuit waiting to happen. Thankfully he hadn't played a part in harming anyone. Putting some distance between himself and Xander, Daniel went back to the door. "Now you might want to clear out." Stepping inside he took the bag to the back office where they always put things that were left behind. Normally Daniel wouldn't open up things people left but this person wasn't even a customer. They might not even know where it went in the end.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update Parton The duffel bag feels like it's full of clothing upon lifting it. [Technically even if the bag is in the office, it'll now appear in your items section.] Daniel has gained the following items: Unnamed Woman's Duffel Bag</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM City Update The sun is starting to set, marking the near end of the 1st day.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee caught the sunlight out of the corner of her eyes, and she looked at her wristwatch to see what time it was. She gasped, was it that time already?! She knew now that she needed to get back to her dorm and study. She said to Sophia as she placed the book back down on the shelf, "I'm sorry, Sophia. I have to go! It was nice meeting you though! Bye!" She then walked out of the bookstore and walked towards the dorms. This was going to be a long walk...</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location As Renee started to walk back to her dorms, a black and white bellied Norwegian Forest cat ran across the busy streets. But ended up on the other side safely.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Unnamed Woman's Duffel Bag --- Things were slowing down finally. Wouldn't be long before the deli closed up shop. Everyone on hand was busy getting things cleaned so they would have less to do at the end of the day. Thankfully Daniel was not one of the ones closing. Going back to the duffel bag Daniel opened it up to see what was inside. Maybe there's an ID or something that could help identify who's this was.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee saw the cat and she was surprised to see it cross the busy street and make it to safety. She sighed in relief that the cat was alright. She thought about leaving the cat and continuing on her way, but then she realized that maybe she should check and see if the cat had a collar. She reached the crosswalk waiting for when it was safe and the crosswalk light was green, before she crossed the road, heading towards the other sidewalk.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update Parton The duffel bag was opened, it revealed a work uniform for a tea shop a few blocks down the road. There is a wallet filled with 35 dollars (three tens, and one five,) and an ID card with the woman's information. Her name was Rachael Sandra. Her ID showed her light brown hair down to her shoulders, listed that she had hazel eyes, aged 25 years old. There is nothing else in the bag. Daniel has gained the following items: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location The cat had ran straight to a turned over garbage can in front of a building. The cat had no collar and was eating out of the scraps. It heard Renee coming, and paused to look at her.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Seeing that there was no collar on the cat, Renee shook her head at herself. She thought silently to herself, thinking that she was just being silly. She turned back and started to continue her way back to the dorms.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander sighs sadly as he watches her run off, only too late did he realize his mistakes, which only further upset him. He took Flaked out of his backpack and cuddled with her as he walked along the street alone, a tear rolling down his right cheek. "This is why I have no friends.....I'm too much of a freak...if not....I look for an excuse to fight...if only Mother was here..." He said, hugging the plushie and cuddling with her before placing a kiss upon its head. He walked past a tea shop and a book store, further cuddling the plushie not really caring about anything. It was clear Xander was stressed out, he had messed up twice, he was clearly on the verge of breaking into tears again.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE After paying their bill and leaving the rapidly empting deli, Arran and Kyle split from the others and started walking home. "Urghh… I forgot to get the meat for dinner" Arran groaned, "Aunt Cass is going to kill me, I was supposed to be home early so as to cook." She was partly mad she had forgotten but mostly she wanted to try and distract Kyle from her incident earlier; he hadn't said anything in front of the others, but now they were alone there was going to be hell to pay. But instead of asking questions about earlier Kyle surprised her "You missed your appointment you know." Arran blinked in surprise, "huh?" Kyle turned, walking backwards so as to be able to walk and talk, "You missed your appointment. Your very important appointment" Arran thought about it, "Very important appointment. Uhhhh…… what?" Kyle frowned; "You never told me; I set the alarm after checking your calendar, really; I was surprised that you even had something on there." "You checked my calendar?" Arran grimaced, "why?" "You never remember anything, unless it's music, so I thought it would be best to make sure I have an alarm for you as well. Only you had about three things on your calendar one of which was my birthday, one was mum's, and the other unnamed." Kyle spun back around so he was walking next to her. They walked for a little while; tuning a few corners, and hiking up and down hills, till they finally reached Kyle's street. Wading through the overgrown grass that overlapped the path they climbed a set of worn concrete steps to a solid door with blue paint peeling to reveal a vibrant red, or maybe the red was peeling to show the blue, but really it didn't matter, the majority of the door being blue.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The sudden turn of Renee's head alerted Sophia, and the girl bolted away after apologising that she had to hurry somewhere. Sophia raised her eyebrows to that, then shouted, "Bye!" to Renee, knowing the girl wouldn't hear her. Sighing, she walked to the counter, book in hand. After paying for the book, she checked the time on her blue digital watch. It wasn't really that late, but maybe it was for Renee. As Sophia pushed the book shop's front door open after waving to the cashier, she saw a boy around her age walking past, cuddling a familiar touhou character plushie, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Flandre..." She managed to whisper, recalling the name of the character.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander kept walking until he heard someone whisper the voice of his plushie. He wiped the tear off his cheek and turned around as to meet Sophia. "Yes.....d-do you know Touhou....?" He asked, his arms still wrapped around the plushie he cuddled with. Xander seemed hopeful as to find someone who knew about Flandre and most likely other Touhou characters, it was rare enough to find people ho knew about it, at least for him.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell got up from his seat. He had been waiting for a good while too long, as it was getting late. He walked back out to the vehicle, and got in the back. "What the hell just happened in there? It was like some sort of a teen drama unfolding right before my eyes!" He let out a simple sigh, cradling his head in his hand, agitated that he was unable to get even a water. "Jeeves, let's just go home already." Jeeves started the Limousine, heading for the Ryte family mansion.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The boy suddenly turned to face her, which made Sophia raise her eyebrows, quite surprised. She didn't think that the boy would hear her. The boy wiped off his tear, then asked her about touhou. "Uhm. Oh yes, I do know of it. Well, I have not played the game however, but I have read some manga chapters, though that was some years ago, so I might not remember much of the story. I do know of some of the characters. Well, I'm pretty sure you're quite a fan, huh?" Sophia replied with a sheepish smile. She didn't quite know how to act in front of the boy, in contrast to when she faced Renee. Back then she was too excited about the book to care of she she did, but mostly she was like this, shy, in front of new people.</s>	<\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) The uniform in the bag was familiar. Daniel had visited the tea shop before even if it had been a while. Putting everything back in the bag the boy would leave it here at the office until tomorrow. As he recalled the tea shop closed around the same time the deli did. He worked in the evening so he would have ample time to get it to the tea shop. His shift was done so he ordered something for dinner in the last couple of minutes and waited for his ride. Timing it pretty well he got his food just a minute before his ride arrived. Saying goodbye to his coworkers Daniel headed to the car and was on his way home.</s>
<\|description\|>Renee Miyume Age: 18 Hair Color: Brown Eye color: Green Height: 5'4'' Body Type: Thin, but fit. Other Info: Renee used to live with both of her parents, and she is an only child. On the surface, her family seems normal, and quite happy. However, she moved away after graduating from high school, and is about to head into the college that her parents wanted her to attend. Her parents were, to say the least: tiger parents. She was always told what to do and was punished if she didn't achieve that goal that was set for her, her successes were always placed on the wall for everyone to see. She always wanted to become a writer, or an artist, but her parents didn't allow her to pursue her passions and told her that she had to succeed or else she would not only be a disgrace, but she wouldn't survive in the real world. Her only escape from that pressure was anime and video games. She wasn't allowed to hang out with any friends she made or to have a social life in general. Along with going to college, she managed to get herself a job at the pet store. She is academically smart but she when it comes to talking to people she can be a bit awkward.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee snapped back to reality as soon as she heard another voice address her. She jumped lightly from being startled, and she couldn't help but be slightly embarrassed. She smiled at the girl and answered the girl with a smile, finding a little difficult to speak, "Oh, y-yes..." What was she supposed to say next? She wasn't good with talking casually to others. She blurted out, "The situation escalated quickly for the first chapter, but that does make a very good hook!" She wanted punch herself in the face for saying something so stupid, but she didn't show or say anything of that sort in front of the girl. Renee figured that the girl probably thinks of her as a weirdo now...</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart Stella Blackhart As the girl change into her uniform, her Iphone ring. She then take the Iphone, and 6 Unread Message Subject: Hello \| From: [email protected] Subject: i wnt to be like u \| From: [email protected] Subject: I'm going to find you. \| From: [email protected] Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] Subject: Thanks \| From: [email protected] Subject: Upcoming Tech \| From: [email protected] 'So many spam.' She proceed to delete all the three message, and leave three message. Subject: Hello \| From: [email protected] Subject: Thanks \| From: [email protected] Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] She open the first message from [email protected] (EDIT: Sorry didn't see that one)</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- He took the water and thanked Daniel before bringing it up to his mouth and tilting the cup slightly. The delicious ice cold water fell down his throat, refreshing him before he put the cup back on the table. He then looked at his plushie once more before proceeding to hug it in public, it was clear that he was lonely, and his acts at school along with his usual plushie hugging did NOT help him befriend others. He calmy awaited for his sandwich, cuddling Flandre meanwhile.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: Hello \| From: [email protected] >>>Hey, S. There's something fishy going on in the LSS (Last Standing Server). I know, a lot of stupid myths like Bigfoot and other conspiracy theories stem from there, but there's a user that we can't track. No IP, no nothing. The single information he posted is rather odd. We're sending a small group to see if it's a prank. I'll keep you updated if you're interested.</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart Stella Blackhart From: [email protected] Subject: Hello >>>Hey, S. There's something fishy going on in the LSS (Last Standing Server). I know, a lot of stupid myths like Bigfoot and other conspiracy theories stem from there, but there's a user that we can't track. No IP, no nothing. The single information he posted is rather odd. We're sending a small group to see if it's a prank. I'll keep you updated if you're interested. 'Interesting.' She checked her Iphone while walking to her school. To: [email protected] Subject: I'm interested. Give me more detail. Send... She then proceed to read another message, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Finally.. School was out. Maxwell waved off the group of girls that stuck around him after school. Though, he did promise to go out with some girl named Samantha on Saturday. As he was walking towards the limo parked in front of the school, his phone vibrated in his pocket. A text message, from his parents. He gritted his teeth angrily as he read it. "Maxwell, we would like you to go to a local deli, Charlotte's Deli, and set up some sort of positive relations with the owner. We are discussing the viability of buying the establishment, and converting it into a restaurant chain. Jeeves has been directed to drive you there after school, so, just go with it." Maxwell was infuriated by the message, though, it was a bad idea to get angry in public. He shoved the phone in his pocket, and got into the limousine. Jeeves closed the door, and walked back to the front, sat down, and began to drive. "Just my luck." Max muttered under his breath.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Repeating the drink order back as he wrote it. "One lemonade, two milks, and a coffee. Would you like creamer with that?" He glanced and noticed the one in the hoodie. He was about to greet him but it appeared that he wanted to left alone. It looked like he was headed to the bathroom. Not that unusual. There was the occasional person that just came in to go. Dropping that the brief distraction was over and he waited for the answer from Arran.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: Thanks \| From: [email protected] >>>I had some backups delete all traces of the e-mail you just sent-- you know the one. Or at least, we tried. You can never tell with the internet. We still have the document though but we'll have to attack them later because they knew we were coming. Unfortunately we might even have to redo that program by then. Please don't put in the subject header obvious keywords like that again. The big man upstairs has an easier time finding us that way.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ummm……" Arran looked at the boy, "Sure I guess" Before Luke pulled her attention away saying something along the lines of; "Arran, hey Arran, did you get me a coffee? When can we record the piano part? Do you think it will sound good? I'm hungry, can we get some food?" Arran grinned, "Yes, no, tomorrow, probably, maybe." And Luke looking a little puzzled sat down to work out what she had meant. Glancing round the shop Arran saw a boy cuddling what to her looked like a doll. This intrigued her, most boys wouldn't do that, and certainly not in public. The boy himself looked kinda young, round her age, with black hair and dark eyes she could just see. The boy looked lonely, Arran knew that expression well, it was similar to the one she often used to wear. Excusing herself from the table, Arran wove through the shop, before pulling out a chair and plopping down opposite the doll-cuddling boy. "Pardon the intrusion," she said before she'd even finished sitting down, "It's just that lot," she gestured to her group of three, "are idiots, and you looked kinda lonely." She leaned her chin on her hands and her elbows on the table."I'm Arran by the way."</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander looked at the girl sit in front of her where his face turned immediately red as he was caught, in a more "direct" way, cuddling his plushie. He pushed Flandre a bit to the side before speaking to her, a bit shy after being caught cuddling his doll. "Oh...hello...Arran...I'm Xander..." He said, his eyes trailing away from her a bit. "Haven't I seen you before, in school I mean? I'm guessing youre in a band..?" He asked, his eyes wandering off a bit more as to look for Daniel with his sandwich before looking back at the girl. He was still red, as his "sessions" had never been interrupted by anyone, lest he was attracting attention for a fight. He supported his head with his left hand, his arm up with the elbow supporting the arm as to support his head. His right hand always seemed to trail off towards Flandre, which he stroked the doll's dress or hair whilst talking. He made no comment about implying his lonliness, despite it being true. (Flandre Plushie he's cuddling)</s> <\|message\|>v Arran took off after that slightly amusing response to her colleague. After a chuckle Daniel handed everyone at the table menus with one extra where Arran had been sittinf. "I'll be right back with your drinks." Heading back and behind the counter he first checked when the last pot of coffee was made. It was this morning so he started a new brew, making a mental note to inform the table. Pouring all the other drinks he picked them all up without a tray and headed back. " Here we are. And the coffee will be ready in a couple minutes. I just started a new pot." Not knowing who wanted what he had pretty much placed all the drinks in the middle for them to sort out. His attention was drawn to the back window as an order was called out. Making a B-line back he pulled it down, checked the food to make sure it was correct, and took it out. Making a round he dropped off the orders he had before coming back to Xander's table with his sandwich. "Here we are. The Italian. May I get you anything else?"</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran grinned slightly as Xander turned red and tried not look at her. At the question about school though Arran laughed outright, "Nope, I don't go to school, haven't for threeish years so if you've seen me it's been with those idiots or wandering round the city… Although I guess you could have seen one of our few videos?" She gestured at the boys replaying the song yet again, how many times could they listen to that thing anyway? "Yes we are a band, although not a very famous one, we do music videos and post them online, but we've never done something live unless you count a talent show back when we were six." She was watching Xander; even though he had been embarrassed, probably about being caught cuddling that doll, his hand still strayed to touch it. Her curiosity catching up to her Arran nodded at the doll and said; "Please excuse my sounding like and imbecile; but who is that, and what is she from?" but before Xander could say anything the boy who was serving laid a plate with a sandwich in front of Xander and asked him if he wanted anything else. With a sudden thought Arran quickly said, "Have you served my noisy lot their drinks?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart sigh The girl moved her finger slowly, and replying the text, To : [email protected] Subject : none We'll atk them tmmrow. I'm busy now. Send... The girl then proceed to read her third e-mail, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] >>>Investors are diving into the new world era. Holographic technology is the wave of the future! Find out which company to invest in with one easy payment of $100 or 20 easy payments of $10, or 2 bitcoin! That money will be just a penny in comparison if you find which investor to place your future in!</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart "Spam." She deleted the mail. She arrived at school. "Stella...!!" A young girl called the long haired girl. "Noel...!!!" Stella replied her greetings. Stella face filled with smile and laugh. The girl, known as Noel approached Stella and started gossiping about her boyfriend. The long-haired hacker can only laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel, "Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth. He resumed conversation with Arran, "Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress. "Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said. He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.</s>	<\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention. She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"</s>
<\|description\|>Arran White Age: 16 Hair Color: Red with blackish tips Eye Color: Purple-blue Height: 5'10" Body Type: Boy like, Toned (sorta). (Arran is a girl) Other Information: While Arran is a girl, she is often mistaken as a boy, and glad for it; she hates having to be defined as a girl. The only thing defining Arran as a girl is the tiny little fact that she is one. Other than that she walks like a boy, talks like a boy, basically almost is a boy. She loves music and is the vocalist; Raz, for the rising Internet band: Night. Night is referred to as a band of boys, but none of them have ever actually admitted to Night being only boys. Arran lives on the couch of her band mates, having no home to go back to, at least none that will let her in anyway. She helps with cooking and cleaning, and doesn't go to school, but rather spends her days wandering the city, or reading at the library, pretty much always listening to music. She herself doesn't write many songs, certainly not ones she'd let anyone else hear. Arran has a shot fuse and quick temper, but is also rather sensitive; her mood balancing dangerously between wild and super agro, and, drowning and depressed. Arran can fight, but not amazingly well, she is strong, fast and kind of agile, so she is competent at fighting, but would like to get better.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Waitress 2 Striphe's location. "Oh, ya, I'm sure she's fine. She was probably low on blood sugar or something." The waitress smiled, "Let me know if you need anything else, hun, I'll be your server now." She went off to check on the other customer's orders. Behind the employee doors the waitress who nearly fell over was went home to get some rest. She took the back door, as it was apparent that she never showed up again, and other waiters and waitresses greeted the customers she was attending. They told them that she had gone home, and that they would be serving them now. Business continued to run as normal. GM No longer controls -Unnamed Waitress 1, Unnamed Waitress 2</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Come on, I can make it. Arran willed herself to hit that high note. All right, fine, it wasn't that high; just higher than Arran could sing normally, but she had discussed it with the others and this song just had to have a high note there. Hitting the note, YES!, Arran finished up the song. Playing it back she grinned, happy as a sandboy. Saving the file she emailed it to the boys and, after gathering her stuff and switching the equipment off, left the recording studio. Blinking in the bright sunlight, Arran started off down the street, humming the tune to their latest song. Today was a wandering day, she was going to stroll along in almost too hot sunshine, and find somewhere that was hopefully interesting to stop, maybe have a bite to eat, or read a book, probably stopping by the supermarket on the way home, so that they could have Sheppard's pie for dinner tonight. Strolling past Kyle's, the drummer, school Arran suddenly remembered that they had agreed to meet up somewhere round here, just where was it? Sighing Arran leaned on the wall next to the gate, and checked her watch; five minutes till school ended, she could wait that long. Probably. Sliding down to sit, Arran watched people hurry by, late for something most likely, trying far too hard in a world that couldn't care less. Arran knew she shouldn't keep thinking like this, but downward spirals were so easy to start and really, really hard to stop.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: When Xander entered Daniel greeted him from across the room where he was tending another table. "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli. I'll be right with you." He excused himself from the conversation. Oh his way over he spotted that Xander didn't have a menu. Detouring slightly to pick one up he brought it over. "How are you doing today? Could I get you started with a drink?" Daniel said as he offered the menu. He noticed the plushie but didn't give any sign that he had, partly because he didn't recognize what it was from. Not everyone liked when you point something out. Better to let them bring it up.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- "Oh, thank you." Xander said, taking the menu in his hands. When asked for a drink he looked up in thought for a few seconds before saying, "Just a glass of water please, and forgive the awkward question, but do you have a drink that's...eh...blood coloured? Might as well keep going with the mood with Flandre here." He said with a shrug, using his head as to point at the plushie. He began to look over through the menu as to find something he'd like. "What do you suggest from the menu, that's meaty, of course?" He asked tilting his head at Daniel.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Glass of water and something red. A slightly odd request. "The only drink we have that is red is Hi-C." He wrote that down real quick and turned back toward the menu that was above the counter across the way. He already knew most of it by now, but it was still something he did when he was trying to decide what he would pick. "well let's see." Given the criteria he turned back once he had some choices in mind. "There are actually quite a few. I usually prefer the hot sandwiches myself. If you want a lot of meat then the New Yorker is a good option. Pastrami, corned beef, swiss, and spicy brown mustard on rye. There's also the BLT which is also a pretty simple choice" He pointed then one out on the menu. "If that's a little plain for you there is also the Italian. Ham, salami, provolone, bell peppers, and black olives, lettuce, red onion, and tomato on a baguette." Again he pointed it out. "It's also hard to go wrong with the Club if you want a cold sandwich. Ham, turkey, bacon, cheddar, swiss, mayo, honey mustard, lettuce, and tomato on sliced wheat. If there is anything there that you don't want we can make it without as wll. And if all else fails there is the build your own where you would pick what you want. Choose a bread, meat, cheese, and any of the other toppings." It was clear he had gone through this routine many times because he went from one sandwich to the next without missing a beat. "I can go get your drink while you think about it if you'd like. I'm running around constantly so you can just flag me down." (For simplicity I'll mainly use items from the McAlister's Deli menu as I already know a lot of those)</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran dodged out the way of the stampede of kids around her age rushing out of the school gates. Spotting Kyle she ducked and dodged through the mass of bodies until she caught up to him, grabbing onto his arm to avoid getting swept away with the tide. Kyle spun round, caught sight of Arran, holding onto his arm for dear life, and pulled her out of the crowd. "Arran! Why aren't you at the shop? I specifically suggested going to a shop, so as to avoid this mess." Arran blinked, frowning. "I forgot," she muttered in a small voice. "So why didn't you text me?" Kyle asked. "I forgot." Arran said again. Kyle threw his hands in the air, "Oh, come on, you forgot to text me?" "No" Arran stated matter-of-factly "I forgot my phone, it's on your desk. Charging, I think." Rolling his eyes Kyle pulled Arran down the street, to a shop, a deli according to the sign. Sitting down at a table at the back Arran looked at Kyle, "And we are meting here, why?" "Ben suggested this place, he said it was good." Kyle answered. Ben was the guitarist for Night; Kyle the drummer, another boy, called Luke, was the bass/pianist, and Arran the vocalist. "I sure hope Ben's the one paying then, cause I'd rather have gotten a coffee and sat in the park." Arran grumbled, playing with the frayed hem of her shirtsleeve, "I finished recording that song, by the way." Kyle looked up, "you got it here?" he asked enthusiastically. "Nope." Arran admitted not looking up, "I forgot" "Uh huh." Kyle huffed, having obviously been looking forward to hearing it. "Yo, wassup?" said a voice from behind them. Arran and Kyle swiveled round to see a familiar freckled face, grinning at them, "Ben not here yet? Ah well, we can wait. You finish that song yet? Cause I want to hear it, oh please say you finished it. Hey Kyle. Ohhh… what do we want to eat? Or drink? I want a coffee, do you think they sell coffee?" "Neither you nor Arran need a coffee." Kyle patted the chair next to him, "So sit down, now." "Yes sir." Luke sat his hyperactive but down, and then popped straight back up again; "I see Ben, be back in a tick" He dashed for the door, dodging tables, chairs, and people. "Oh god." Kyle sighed. "How did he ever have the patience to learn instruments?" Arran asked watching Ben's blond hair, meet with the dark streak that was Luke, and then weave their way over to the table. "Hey Kyle, Arran." Ben nodded and took Luke's empty chair, Luke in the mean time, reigned in his energy long enough to sit down, with out springing up like a jack-in-the-box. "Soooooo…… Did you finish the song?" Ben enquired, "I've got my computer if you want to have a listen." "Uhhh…… I don't have the song." Arran muttered, and then defensively; "But I did email it to you guys" Ben smiled, "good thing I checked my emails before I came then isn't it?" He pulled out his shiny new Mac-book Pro and flipped over to itunes, turning the volume down and plugging in a four-way headphone splitter, then after everyone had plugged in their headphones, he started the song.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Ear --- "The Italian will do, and just a glass of water will as well." He said before looking back at his plushie. He picked her up and began to stroke her hair and hat, it was quite noticable he enjoyed his expensive plushie and basically loved it as well. He kept on staring at it for minutes on end before turning his eyes to look at the musician entering the Deli, where he curiously watched Kyle sit down next to the other band members. Xander never really took part in any school activites so he had little idea of whom they were. He watched the few talk for a minute before shrugging it off and going back to his plushie. He took out his earbuds and plugged them into his phone before scrolling through his music playlist and selecting, 'U.N Owen was her?' which was of course, Flandre's theme. He only continued to look and admire the doll, quite content with it as he shrugged off anyone who looked at him weirdly. He continued to wait for his sandwich and drink.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Hoodie Stranger 1 Parton's Deli A male who hid his identity with a black hoodie and loose fitting jeans walked into the deli. It wasn't out of the ordinary and everyone minded their own business when he walked in. He walked with purpose, hands in his pockets, and his head down. No one could really see his face clearly. However, instead of sitting down to order food, he went straight for the men's bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE The boys had listened to the song five times and were about to start a sixth round. Arran groaned and raised her hand for service. The song was good and all but having been practicing it for the last few weeks she really didn't need to hear it again. The boys were debating what to do for a music video, Luke practically jumping up and down in his seat, Kyle was right, there was no way he needed a coffee, but that wouldn't stop him from ordering one. Arran decided right then that there was no way in hell she was walking home with Luke if she could avoid it.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Pactor: Nodding Daniel wrote the Italian down as well. "I'll be right back with your drink." As expected it was getting busy. Switching into high gear he went to the counter and quickly got Xander his water. An order was ready and he grabbed the full tray at the same time. Maneuvering around people and rotating around to keep balance he held the tray up with on hand and set the glass of water down with the other. Delivering the food he moved on to the band's table. He waited for them to be done listening to what he could only assume was a song. "What can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart Stella Blackhart Room filled with cable and monitor, a girl sat in front of the monitor. Both hand typing in keyboard fastly. With all the windows shut, light turned off, the only light source she had come from her many flashing monitor. The girl suddenly stopped typing, pulling a stick of pocky and eat it slowly. She then take the Iphone she charge in her left and typing something, while eating her pocky. To : [email protected] Sub : Pswrd CIA go Attachment : Pass.txt I'm finished. I attch the passwrd, Now it's all up to you to leak the doc. Gtg to school. GL. Send... After sending the mail, she proceed to turn off all the monitor. 'I should hit the showers, i need to relax now.' she thought to herself. She then gone to bathroom. Hot water flowing from the showers, she washes her long black hair and her slender body. 'Ugh my shoulder feels so stiff.' It's normal for her, because she's like operating the computer for 8 hours only to get all the requested password. She turn off the shower, take a towel and drying her wet body. Finishing her bath, she proceed to wear her uniform and gone to school.</s>	<\|message\|>Arran White "Don't mind them" Arran gestured at the boys still plugged into the computer, "They'll be listening to that for a while. Repetitively too. As for drinks, umm… One lemonade, one milk, and two coffees." She then bashed Luke gently round the head to shut him up; he was busy humming his piano part, rather loudly. "Actually make that two milks and one coffee; there is no way I'm letting him get any more hyper." She then grinned at the boy, "Sorry if their making too much noise, let me know if they do and I'll shut them up."</s>
<\|description\|>Arran White Age: 16 Hair Color: Red with blackish tips Eye Color: Purple-blue Height: 5'10" Body Type: Boy like, Toned (sorta). (Arran is a girl) Other Information: While Arran is a girl, she is often mistaken as a boy, and glad for it; she hates having to be defined as a girl. The only thing defining Arran as a girl is the tiny little fact that she is one. Other than that she walks like a boy, talks like a boy, basically almost is a boy. She loves music and is the vocalist; Raz, for the rising Internet band: Night. Night is referred to as a band of boys, but none of them have ever actually admitted to Night being only boys. Arran lives on the couch of her band mates, having no home to go back to, at least none that will let her in anyway. She helps with cooking and cleaning, and doesn't go to school, but rather spends her days wandering the city, or reading at the library, pretty much always listening to music. She herself doesn't write many songs, certainly not ones she'd let anyone else hear. Arran has a shot fuse and quick temper, but is also rather sensitive; her mood balancing dangerously between wild and super agro, and, drowning and depressed. Arran can fight, but not amazingly well, she is strong, fast and kind of agile, so she is competent at fighting, but would like to get better.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: Thanks \| From: [email protected] >>>I had some backups delete all traces of the e-mail you just sent-- you know the one. Or at least, we tried. You can never tell with the internet. We still have the document though but we'll have to attack them later because they knew we were coming. Unfortunately we might even have to redo that program by then. Please don't put in the subject header obvious keywords like that again. The big man upstairs has an easier time finding us that way.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ummm……" Arran looked at the boy, "Sure I guess" Before Luke pulled her attention away saying something along the lines of; "Arran, hey Arran, did you get me a coffee? When can we record the piano part? Do you think it will sound good? I'm hungry, can we get some food?" Arran grinned, "Yes, no, tomorrow, probably, maybe." And Luke looking a little puzzled sat down to work out what she had meant. Glancing round the shop Arran saw a boy cuddling what to her looked like a doll. This intrigued her, most boys wouldn't do that, and certainly not in public. The boy himself looked kinda young, round her age, with black hair and dark eyes she could just see. The boy looked lonely, Arran knew that expression well, it was similar to the one she often used to wear. Excusing herself from the table, Arran wove through the shop, before pulling out a chair and plopping down opposite the doll-cuddling boy. "Pardon the intrusion," she said before she'd even finished sitting down, "It's just that lot," she gestured to her group of three, "are idiots, and you looked kinda lonely." She leaned her chin on her hands and her elbows on the table."I'm Arran by the way."</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander looked at the girl sit in front of her where his face turned immediately red as he was caught, in a more "direct" way, cuddling his plushie. He pushed Flandre a bit to the side before speaking to her, a bit shy after being caught cuddling his doll. "Oh...hello...Arran...I'm Xander..." He said, his eyes trailing away from her a bit. "Haven't I seen you before, in school I mean? I'm guessing youre in a band..?" He asked, his eyes wandering off a bit more as to look for Daniel with his sandwich before looking back at the girl. He was still red, as his "sessions" had never been interrupted by anyone, lest he was attracting attention for a fight. He supported his head with his left hand, his arm up with the elbow supporting the arm as to support his head. His right hand always seemed to trail off towards Flandre, which he stroked the doll's dress or hair whilst talking. He made no comment about implying his lonliness, despite it being true. (Flandre Plushie he's cuddling)</s> <\|message\|>v Arran took off after that slightly amusing response to her colleague. After a chuckle Daniel handed everyone at the table menus with one extra where Arran had been sittinf. "I'll be right back with your drinks." Heading back and behind the counter he first checked when the last pot of coffee was made. It was this morning so he started a new brew, making a mental note to inform the table. Pouring all the other drinks he picked them all up without a tray and headed back. " Here we are. And the coffee will be ready in a couple minutes. I just started a new pot." Not knowing who wanted what he had pretty much placed all the drinks in the middle for them to sort out. His attention was drawn to the back window as an order was called out. Making a B-line back he pulled it down, checked the food to make sure it was correct, and took it out. Making a round he dropped off the orders he had before coming back to Xander's table with his sandwich. "Here we are. The Italian. May I get you anything else?"</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran grinned slightly as Xander turned red and tried not look at her. At the question about school though Arran laughed outright, "Nope, I don't go to school, haven't for threeish years so if you've seen me it's been with those idiots or wandering round the city… Although I guess you could have seen one of our few videos?" She gestured at the boys replaying the song yet again, how many times could they listen to that thing anyway? "Yes we are a band, although not a very famous one, we do music videos and post them online, but we've never done something live unless you count a talent show back when we were six." She was watching Xander; even though he had been embarrassed, probably about being caught cuddling that doll, his hand still strayed to touch it. Her curiosity catching up to her Arran nodded at the doll and said; "Please excuse my sounding like and imbecile; but who is that, and what is she from?" but before Xander could say anything the boy who was serving laid a plate with a sandwich in front of Xander and asked him if he wanted anything else. With a sudden thought Arran quickly said, "Have you served my noisy lot their drinks?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart sigh The girl moved her finger slowly, and replying the text, To : [email protected] Subject : none We'll atk them tmmrow. I'm busy now. Send... The girl then proceed to read her third e-mail, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] >>>Investors are diving into the new world era. Holographic technology is the wave of the future! Find out which company to invest in with one easy payment of $100 or 20 easy payments of $10, or 2 bitcoin! That money will be just a penny in comparison if you find which investor to place your future in!</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart "Spam." She deleted the mail. She arrived at school. "Stella...!!" A young girl called the long haired girl. "Noel...!!!" Stella replied her greetings. Stella face filled with smile and laugh. The girl, known as Noel approached Stella and started gossiping about her boyfriend. The long-haired hacker can only laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel, "Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth. He resumed conversation with Arran, "Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress. "Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said. He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention. She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Nodding to Arran's question. "Everything but the coffee. I needed to put on a new pot." Another order was in the window. "Please excuse me." He headed back and continued moving and taking orders. He wasn't the only one on the job, but the influx of people meant that they were all busy. He greeted people as they walked in and talked with s few of the regulars where he could. Sometimes he wished that the deli wasn't located in such a busy area. But of the flip side if it weren't then it could be boring and would not be nearly as fun and he wouldn't get the same amount of hours. For sure there were days where he'd rather stay home and kill time. He'd gone back to watch the old episodes of Sailor Moon. That was his usual MO. Watching things way after other had seen them. There were a few current shows he kept up with but most he just missed completely.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.</s> <\|message\|>v "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli." Daniel called out as Maxwell entered. "I'll be right with you." Taking dishes back to the busing station in the back he washed and dried his hands before heading back out and over to the newest guest. "Alrighty, what can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander repeated about what he said, who Flandre was and where she came from. "She's my fourth favorite character from the franchise." He says, before picking up Flandre again and petting the doll's head with his clean hand. He left her on his lap, using his other hand to eat his sandwich and drink his water. Though, his eyes shot towards the new person in the Deli, he seemed to bear his teeth upon sight of this fellow. Xander didn't like that type of person, at all, he could tell by how they walked, acted, and dressed. He eventually turned his gaze back to Arran and continued to pet his plushie.</s>	<\|message\|>Arran White Arran listened to Xander smiling slightly. "Mhim, I can see that" she said, smiling outright. "Personally I don't think I'd be brave enough to cuddle one of those in public, if I had one to cuddle." Arran thought about it for a second, "Well I do have my teddy, but to cuddle him I'd have to have him." She frowned for a second, remembering her teddy flung haphazardly across a half-made bed. "Wait… did you say fourth? Than who's the first three? Not that I'd know them if you told me, but I still wanna know!" She perked up there, grinning again; anything to stop the calling spiral into despair, and if there was any day she had to keep floating, it was today. When someone walked into the deli Xander had bared his teeth, not the most obvious gesture but one Arran had picked up anyway. Glancing at the boy who had just walked in, and was looking at his phone, Arran noticed he seemed rich, the sort of rich Arran had lived amongst before, the sort of rich Ben was, the sort of rich that for the most part she hated bitterly. Scrunching up her face Arran could feel the anger building, bubbling up inside, rising, and taking over, an explosion primed to blow. She had to squash it; she had to squash it now. Normally she dispersed her anger or despair with music, loud and fast, the words painting how she felt in bright colours on her heart. Taking a deep breath Arran reined in her anger, calming down, reminding herself that here and now was not the time, and anyway; as far as she knew the boy who'd just walked in wasn't like the rest, it was always a possibility.</s>
<\|description\|>Arran White Age: 16 Hair Color: Red with blackish tips Eye Color: Purple-blue Height: 5'10" Body Type: Boy like, Toned (sorta). (Arran is a girl) Other Information: While Arran is a girl, she is often mistaken as a boy, and glad for it; she hates having to be defined as a girl. The only thing defining Arran as a girl is the tiny little fact that she is one. Other than that she walks like a boy, talks like a boy, basically almost is a boy. She loves music and is the vocalist; Raz, for the rising Internet band: Night. Night is referred to as a band of boys, but none of them have ever actually admitted to Night being only boys. Arran lives on the couch of her band mates, having no home to go back to, at least none that will let her in anyway. She helps with cooking and cleaning, and doesn't go to school, but rather spends her days wandering the city, or reading at the library, pretty much always listening to music. She herself doesn't write many songs, certainly not ones she'd let anyone else hear. Arran has a shot fuse and quick temper, but is also rather sensitive; her mood balancing dangerously between wild and super agro, and, drowning and depressed. Arran can fight, but not amazingly well, she is strong, fast and kind of agile, so she is competent at fighting, but would like to get better.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell put down his phone and looked towards Daniel. "Oh, I'll just have a water, please." Maxwell caught some weirdos staring at him a bit, though he was used to this. Who didn't want to look at the best guy in the room? Though, Jeeves usually watches for any "unwanted attention" from a distance.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "H-hey, w-wait!" Xander said as he reached out his arm as to try and stop her, but failed to do so. Xander only looked upset as he saw her go ofg, before picking up his backpack and Flandre and sadly heading out the door. He went into the alley next to the deli and saw an emoty trash can which he kicked strongly, sending it flying against the Deli's wall with a 'clang!' He yelled out loudly, overflowing with amger, "BAKA BAKA BAKA BAKA! I'M AN IDIOT! MY ONE CHANCE AT A FRIEND AND I BLEW IT DUE TO MY STUPIDITY!" He only yelled out again, kicking the empty trash can once more before slamming his back against his wall and covering his face with both hands as he, perhaps expected, began to cry. He moved his hands down from his face and cuddled Flandre as to try and ease his emotional pain. "I f**king blew it....I could have had a friend...and I blew it.." He said, crying softly, exasperated with his lonliness.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Fantastic; her life was just one long melodrama, friggin fantastic. Arran watched tears roll down her face. Tears of anger, rage, hate, but also of loneliness. She wasn't what you might call pretty, far too much like a boy for that, but with her face scrunched up and tears flowing free, it could only really be called ugly. Wiping her hand across her face, Arran grimaced, she had to get it together, this was a public bathroom, and if there was one thing Arran hated, more than spiders, enclosed spaces, and seeing herself cry, it was someone else seeing her crying. It not only made her look weak, but she felt it as well. … Calming down, her anger abating, Arran splashed some water on her face, thankful that no one else had entered the bathroom. Coughing slightly, she gasped for air, her eyes widening in panic as she got none. She was coughing violently, pushing all the air out of her lungs, and so her body, desperately needing air, gasped for it, but to busy coughing to take any in. Closing her eyes she kept trying to breathe. It'll stop soon, five… four… three… two… one Sucking in air, Arran started coughing again, hacking up blood that splattered across herself the sink and the mirror. There wasn't much really but it had sprayed everywhere, making it look like there was more then there actually was. Gasping and spluttering, she coughed again, spitting out another mouthful of blood.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee nodded in response to Sophia's question and she answered, with a sweat drop on her head, "Yeah, it is my first time here," She then commented "Never really did a lot of shopping in my spare time," She looked at the clock on the wall, as she wondered as to what time it was. Her mind echoed her parents derogatory words about wasting time, and the guilt that came with them swelled once again.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Gasping Arran focused on her breathing, nothing else, just her breathing, in… hold… out… hold… in… hold… out… When her breathing was back to normal, with just the occasional wheeze, Arran blinked and looked around. The coughing that came after she got herself worked up, or after exerting herself too much; that was normal, normal for her at least. But the blood, …that was new. Grabbing a fistful of toilet paper, Arran wiped up the blood, flushing the bloody paper down the loo. Grimacing she looked in the mirror, really all she wanted to do was lock herself in here and never come out, but the realistic side of her knew that that couldn't happen. She tried to clean herself up best she could but the blood wasn't gonna come out of her shirt without soaking it in cold water, something she wasn't going to do here. She could ditch it of course, her shirt, it wasn't like she wasn't wearing anything underneath but her shirt was the only thing she had with long arms, and there was no way she was taking that off. She'd just have to hope no one paid her enough attention to see the splattering of blood across her front. There wasn't a lot of it, but still enough to possibly attract unwanted attention.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: "I'll be right back with your water." Off to get the water his attention was drawn by Xander and Arran's unceremonious end to their conversation. One went off to the bathrooms while the other exited the deli altogether. "Excuse me, you need to..." He didn't get the chance to finish the sentence before the boy left. "Great." Glancing back at the counter the manager motioned him to continue on. Deli Manager: Having sent Daniel back to work the manager stepped outside and looked back and forth for where Xander had gone. It turned out to be easier than expected as he was making a racket in the nearby alley. Coming around the corner Xander was apparently taking out his anger on the trash cans. The man of course had no time for this and addressed the situation. "Excuse me young mam. You left without paying."</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location There was a young woman at an adjacent corner of the alley way from Daniel and Xander. She had been staring at the sky mindlessly and for a reason even she didn't understand. The kicking of trash cans and yelling from Xander disturbed her. She stood up, and started to hobble towards the noises. She found where Daniel and Xander was and stood at the very end of the alley. She moved as if she wasn't entirely there, possibly drunk. Her eyes traced the two figures, as she was leaned a but forward. She let her two arms fall by gravity's whim in front of her, completely relaxed. Her face was emotionless. A bag that was strapped around her shoulder fell to the ground next to her. Her clothing was plain, a sweater, shorts, and sneakers. She wasn't blinking, not once.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) A soft phhsst sound was made in one of the stalls. No, it wasn't a toilet, but rather, it sounded more like a small release of steam. A young woman was heard from one of the stalls making a sigh. She stepped out of the stall, with a metalic syringe in hand. There were a lot of illegal drugs in Trip City circulating in underground gangs, raves, or otherwise. From what the woman could hear in the stall and what she could gather from the appearance of Arran she was confident in the fact that she wasn't hinding the drugs. "Don't tell anyone," she winked, as if she was going to say that she wouldn't tell anyone about the blood, in return about her drug usage. She took off her black and blue Techneo Nekeo hoodie, which was a popular mascot character for rave attire in the city and held it up to Arran. "You look awful, here, take it. Besides, it looks better than what you're wearing," She was trying to be nice, but tough at the same time. One of her eyes started to dialate, just once, as a side affect of the recent shot. The girl had a streak of blue in her short A-cut black hair, light blue eyes. She wore all black, minus her blue conbat boots. The hoodie had a blue streak running down the sleeves, it zipped in the front with two side pockets, and blue cat ears on the hood.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran swore softly under her breath, she hadn't noticed there was anyone else there, to preoccupied with whatever was in her head at that time. Or down her front, Arran thought glancing at the splatters of blood on her ripped shirt. The girl had come out of one of the stalls, the farthest one from Arran. When asked not to tell, Arran had just nodded, really it was none of her business, and if it kept the other girl from mentioning the blood all the better, the fact others would be able to see it was something Arran couldn't do anything about; until of course the girl offered her hoodie, a nice looking one with …ears? Awesome. But Arran was a little hesitant, why? Why would she be offered a nice hoodie like that just cause she looked awful? But really, did she have much choice? On the one hand she could go out as she was, blood all down her front, if she was lucky no one would notice it; not likely. She could ditch her shirt, or fold it up so the blood wasn't visible but with nothing to cover her arms, that wasn't going to happen. And last, but in no way least; she could take up the offer of the hoodie, hiding the blood and her arms all in one go. This all went through her head in a few seconds, and then something else pressed against her thoughts, "If I borrow it, how would you get it back?" Arran couldn't think that anyone would just give that sort of hoodie away for nothing.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) The unnamed female took out a sticker out of her pocket. It was a very colorful sticker with black silhouettes dancing indicating a rave party. The text on the sticker said, 'Hell-vitica' and the approximate location where the rave would be held. She put it into one of the hoodie's pocket. "There's a rave in two days, you could meet me there, besides, the first one is always free." She winked at Arran.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ok. Sound good." Arran smiled. "I'll meet you there then." She stripped off her shirt, no point in getting blood on the inside of the hoodie, revealing a camo army singlet, pale skin, and a row of faint white scars down one arm, with one or two an ugly red colour, raised and swollen; only a few days old. Running her finger tenderly across one, Arran looked at the other girl to see her reaction.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed female college student White's location (bathroom) The college student smiled in a grin, slightly trying to not smile fully. Before Arran continued, the student put her hand gently on Arran's shoulder, as she was walking past. She tossed the hoodie onto the counter and removed her hand as she walked past Arran and towards the exit. She turned her head back and waved, giving Arran some space, saying, "I'm sure I'll see you again soon." Her last expression was another held back smile as she exited the room.</s>	<\|message\|>Arran White Shaking her head, totally bewildered, Arran pulled on the hoodie, covering the scars, and folded her shirt so no blood was visible. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and slipped out of the bathroom. Glancing around she noticed Xander had left his table and felt a little stab of guilt, that wasn't cause of her, was it? But she brushed the thought aside, this world didn't revolve around her, much as she might wish that was the case, and also if she started feeling guilt, she'd start sliding downhill again, which was something she really needed not to do. Weaving between the tables Arran headed back to her group, they would probably wonder where she had gone, that is if they had stopped listening to that infernal song long enough to think. Kyle would have noticed of course, whether he was listening to the song or not, but Kyle would notice what happened to her, even if a bomb blew up right under his nose. Sure enough when she reached their table Luke was bouncing off the walls, Ben contemplating something, and Kyle was watching her, but at least they had stopped that song. "Are you OK?" Kyle asked softly, "And where did you get that jumper?" Arran sighed, slid into her chair, and covered her face, "It's nothing I'm just borrowing it. And I'm fine. Really" she added when Kyle glared at her. "Good" he said "Cause I'd hate for you to upset mum." Arran slouched down in her chair, "Aunt Cass will be fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine." "That's an awful lot of fines for someone with blood on their face." Kyle stated. Arran just looked at him, sure she'd wiped it all off. "Just here." He gestured to a spot on his own face and Arran hastily rubbed at that spot on her own. "Actually" Kyle grimaced "You didn't have any, but that just proved there was blood on you face earlier." Snarling Arran glared at Kyle, he was far too clever, and that would probably get her in serious trouble one of these days. "So, does that have anything to do with where the jumper came from?" He asked. "Mind your own business." Arran growled, turning back to the table and asking it as a whole, "Did they deliver that coffee yet?"</s>
<\|description\|>Arran White Age: 16 Hair Color: Red with blackish tips Eye Color: Purple-blue Height: 5'10" Body Type: Boy like, Toned (sorta). (Arran is a girl) Other Information: While Arran is a girl, she is often mistaken as a boy, and glad for it; she hates having to be defined as a girl. The only thing defining Arran as a girl is the tiny little fact that she is one. Other than that she walks like a boy, talks like a boy, basically almost is a boy. She loves music and is the vocalist; Raz, for the rising Internet band: Night. Night is referred to as a band of boys, but none of them have ever actually admitted to Night being only boys. Arran lives on the couch of her band mates, having no home to go back to, at least none that will let her in anyway. She helps with cooking and cleaning, and doesn't go to school, but rather spends her days wandering the city, or reading at the library, pretty much always listening to music. She herself doesn't write many songs, certainly not ones she'd let anyone else hear. Arran has a shot fuse and quick temper, but is also rather sensitive; her mood balancing dangerously between wild and super agro, and, drowning and depressed. Arran can fight, but not amazingly well, she is strong, fast and kind of agile, so she is competent at fighting, but would like to get better.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed woman and Xander's location The woman was taken back by the blow. Her lip bled, maybe she bit herself when she got hit. But she did have a bruise on her jaw as well. She started wheezing from the blow to her chest. She fell sitting on her shins, holding her chest coughing a bit, arching her back fetally towards the ground. She slowly raised herself up. She looked at Xander, then at Daniel, as if she didn't have any context of what happened. Tears started to flow from her now red face. Her hands were shaking with fear. Without thinking she covered her face with her arm and started to run from where she came, leaving her zipped up duffel bag behind with Daniel.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Hearing the tussle as Daniel looked up from his phone that he was using to make a call to the cops. The girl was injured and took off running. The moment took a second to sink in before he approached and grabbed Xander's arm to try and stop him from doing anything further. "What the hell, did you just hit her? What's wrong with you?" Maybe Daniel was old fashioned, but he was always told not to hit a girl. The exception being serious harm and life or death situations. It was one of the reasons he backed off on top of not really liking the idea of fighting. The girl clearly had problems. And the bag was still there. "Great." He picks it up again and tried to work out what to do. This was a lawsuit waiting to happen. Thankfully he hadn't played a part in harming anyone. Putting some distance between himself and Xander, Daniel went back to the door. "Now you might want to clear out." Stepping inside he took the bag to the back office where they always put things that were left behind. Normally Daniel wouldn't open up things people left but this person wasn't even a customer. They might not even know where it went in the end.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update Parton The duffel bag feels like it's full of clothing upon lifting it. [Technically even if the bag is in the office, it'll now appear in your items section.] Daniel has gained the following items: Unnamed Woman's Duffel Bag</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM City Update The sun is starting to set, marking the near end of the 1st day.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee caught the sunlight out of the corner of her eyes, and she looked at her wristwatch to see what time it was. She gasped, was it that time already?! She knew now that she needed to get back to her dorm and study. She said to Sophia as she placed the book back down on the shelf, "I'm sorry, Sophia. I have to go! It was nice meeting you though! Bye!" She then walked out of the bookstore and walked towards the dorms. This was going to be a long walk...</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location As Renee started to walk back to her dorms, a black and white bellied Norwegian Forest cat ran across the busy streets. But ended up on the other side safely.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Unnamed Woman's Duffel Bag --- Things were slowing down finally. Wouldn't be long before the deli closed up shop. Everyone on hand was busy getting things cleaned so they would have less to do at the end of the day. Thankfully Daniel was not one of the ones closing. Going back to the duffel bag Daniel opened it up to see what was inside. Maybe there's an ID or something that could help identify who's this was.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee saw the cat and she was surprised to see it cross the busy street and make it to safety. She sighed in relief that the cat was alright. She thought about leaving the cat and continuing on her way, but then she realized that maybe she should check and see if the cat had a collar. She reached the crosswalk waiting for when it was safe and the crosswalk light was green, before she crossed the road, heading towards the other sidewalk.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update Parton The duffel bag was opened, it revealed a work uniform for a tea shop a few blocks down the road. There is a wallet filled with 35 dollars (three tens, and one five,) and an ID card with the woman's information. Her name was Rachael Sandra. Her ID showed her light brown hair down to her shoulders, listed that she had hazel eyes, aged 25 years old. There is nothing else in the bag. Daniel has gained the following items: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location The cat had ran straight to a turned over garbage can in front of a building. The cat had no collar and was eating out of the scraps. It heard Renee coming, and paused to look at her.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Seeing that there was no collar on the cat, Renee shook her head at herself. She thought silently to herself, thinking that she was just being silly. She turned back and started to continue her way back to the dorms.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander sighs sadly as he watches her run off, only too late did he realize his mistakes, which only further upset him. He took Flaked out of his backpack and cuddled with her as he walked along the street alone, a tear rolling down his right cheek. "This is why I have no friends.....I'm too much of a freak...if not....I look for an excuse to fight...if only Mother was here..." He said, hugging the plushie and cuddling with her before placing a kiss upon its head. He walked past a tea shop and a book store, further cuddling the plushie not really caring about anything. It was clear Xander was stressed out, he had messed up twice, he was clearly on the verge of breaking into tears again.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE After paying their bill and leaving the rapidly empting deli, Arran and Kyle split from the others and started walking home. "Urghh… I forgot to get the meat for dinner" Arran groaned, "Aunt Cass is going to kill me, I was supposed to be home early so as to cook." She was partly mad she had forgotten but mostly she wanted to try and distract Kyle from her incident earlier; he hadn't said anything in front of the others, but now they were alone there was going to be hell to pay. But instead of asking questions about earlier Kyle surprised her "You missed your appointment you know." Arran blinked in surprise, "huh?" Kyle turned, walking backwards so as to be able to walk and talk, "You missed your appointment. Your very important appointment" Arran thought about it, "Very important appointment. Uhhhh…… what?" Kyle frowned; "You never told me; I set the alarm after checking your calendar, really; I was surprised that you even had something on there." "You checked my calendar?" Arran grimaced, "why?" "You never remember anything, unless it's music, so I thought it would be best to make sure I have an alarm for you as well. Only you had about three things on your calendar one of which was my birthday, one was mum's, and the other unnamed." Kyle spun back around so he was walking next to her. They walked for a little while; tuning a few corners, and hiking up and down hills, till they finally reached Kyle's street. Wading through the overgrown grass that overlapped the path they climbed a set of worn concrete steps to a solid door with blue paint peeling to reveal a vibrant red, or maybe the red was peeling to show the blue, but really it didn't matter, the majority of the door being blue.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The sudden turn of Renee's head alerted Sophia, and the girl bolted away after apologising that she had to hurry somewhere. Sophia raised her eyebrows to that, then shouted, "Bye!" to Renee, knowing the girl wouldn't hear her. Sighing, she walked to the counter, book in hand. After paying for the book, she checked the time on her blue digital watch. It wasn't really that late, but maybe it was for Renee. As Sophia pushed the book shop's front door open after waving to the cashier, she saw a boy around her age walking past, cuddling a familiar touhou character plushie, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Flandre..." She managed to whisper, recalling the name of the character.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander kept walking until he heard someone whisper the voice of his plushie. He wiped the tear off his cheek and turned around as to meet Sophia. "Yes.....d-do you know Touhou....?" He asked, his arms still wrapped around the plushie he cuddled with. Xander seemed hopeful as to find someone who knew about Flandre and most likely other Touhou characters, it was rare enough to find people ho knew about it, at least for him.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell got up from his seat. He had been waiting for a good while too long, as it was getting late. He walked back out to the vehicle, and got in the back. "What the hell just happened in there? It was like some sort of a teen drama unfolding right before my eyes!" He let out a simple sigh, cradling his head in his hand, agitated that he was unable to get even a water. "Jeeves, let's just go home already." Jeeves started the Limousine, heading for the Ryte family mansion.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The boy suddenly turned to face her, which made Sophia raise her eyebrows, quite surprised. She didn't think that the boy would hear her. The boy wiped off his tear, then asked her about touhou. "Uhm. Oh yes, I do know of it. Well, I have not played the game however, but I have read some manga chapters, though that was some years ago, so I might not remember much of the story. I do know of some of the characters. Well, I'm pretty sure you're quite a fan, huh?" Sophia replied with a sheepish smile. She didn't quite know how to act in front of the boy, in contrast to when she faced Renee. Back then she was too excited about the book to care of she she did, but mostly she was like this, shy, in front of new people.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) The uniform in the bag was familiar. Daniel had visited the tea shop before even if it had been a while. Putting everything back in the bag the boy would leave it here at the office until tomorrow. As he recalled the tea shop closed around the same time the deli did. He worked in the evening so he would have ample time to get it to the tea shop. His shift was done so he ordered something for dinner in the last couple of minutes and waited for his ride. Timing it pretty well he got his food just a minute before his ride arrived. Saying goodbye to his coworkers Daniel headed to the car and was on his way home.</s>	<\|message\|>Arran White Flopping down at the computer desk, Arran logged into her account on the old, second-hand E-Mac, flicking over to her email and receiving ten new emails from her brother since yesterday, totaling in almost fifty unread emails from him. Slumping down in her chair, she logged out and stared at the login page, not really seeing it, thinking about the day; worse than usual, but in the scale of things not too disastrous, just not so good. The hoodie; that was something Arran couldn't fathom, why had she been given the hoodie, and surely the girl hadn't just forgotten the drug; it didn't seem to be the sort of thing you just forgot was in the sleeve of your hoodie when handing it over to a stranger. After getting home she had looked herself in the bathroom as soon as she could, and worked the syringe out of the sleeve from the inside, pulling it out and looking for markings, finding none, but considering the poor lighting in the bathroom, that wasn't surprising. Now it was tucked safely back in the sleeve of the hoodie, which in turn was tucked in one of her two draws in the boy's room, somewhere the others were forbidden to access; a rule that was reinforced by an old padlock to which only she had the key. Arran hadn't told Kyle about the drug, that wasn't the sort of thing she just told people about, especially Kyle, who couldn't keep silent if he thought others needed to know, and that ment telling Aunt Cass, the last person in the world Arran wanted to upset. No it was better she didn't mention it to anybody.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Vollstandig Age: 15 Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Black Body Type: Lean and fit. Other Information: One's first impression of her would be a quiet, polite, and shy kind of girl. But no, actually, she's the exact opposite. She's mostly cheerful and can be violent at times, sometimes even coming off as rude(though rare) in front of her friends. Around people she doesn't know though, she acts the former way. She's not a nerd. Or a sports person. Both, you could say. Sophia loves reading books and writing up a good story, but at the same time likes outdoor activities and such. She's also an expert at throwing knives or handling anything about them, and can come off as a good fighter, knowing martial arts. She has many friends and is well-liked by many, as she fits in groups of friends well. But hey, one who fits everywhere means that person doesn't fit anywhere, right? So that's the problem. She considers her friends as only acquaintances. She doesn't have what one would call a true friend, and she's quite sad about that(though she doesn't show it). So yeah, Sophia is that type of person.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Come on, I can make it. Arran willed herself to hit that high note. All right, fine, it wasn't that high; just higher than Arran could sing normally, but she had discussed it with the others and this song just had to have a high note there. Hitting the note, YES!, Arran finished up the song. Playing it back she grinned, happy as a sandboy. Saving the file she emailed it to the boys and, after gathering her stuff and switching the equipment off, left the recording studio. Blinking in the bright sunlight, Arran started off down the street, humming the tune to their latest song. Today was a wandering day, she was going to stroll along in almost too hot sunshine, and find somewhere that was hopefully interesting to stop, maybe have a bite to eat, or read a book, probably stopping by the supermarket on the way home, so that they could have Sheppard's pie for dinner tonight. Strolling past Kyle's, the drummer, school Arran suddenly remembered that they had agreed to meet up somewhere round here, just where was it? Sighing Arran leaned on the wall next to the gate, and checked her watch; five minutes till school ended, she could wait that long. Probably. Sliding down to sit, Arran watched people hurry by, late for something most likely, trying far too hard in a world that couldn't care less. Arran knew she shouldn't keep thinking like this, but downward spirals were so easy to start and really, really hard to stop.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: When Xander entered Daniel greeted him from across the room where he was tending another table. "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli. I'll be right with you." He excused himself from the conversation. Oh his way over he spotted that Xander didn't have a menu. Detouring slightly to pick one up he brought it over. "How are you doing today? Could I get you started with a drink?" Daniel said as he offered the menu. He noticed the plushie but didn't give any sign that he had, partly because he didn't recognize what it was from. Not everyone liked when you point something out. Better to let them bring it up.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet --- "Oh, thank you." Xander said, taking the menu in his hands. When asked for a drink he looked up in thought for a few seconds before saying, "Just a glass of water please, and forgive the awkward question, but do you have a drink that's...eh...blood coloured? Might as well keep going with the mood with Flandre here." He said with a shrug, using his head as to point at the plushie. He began to look over through the menu as to find something he'd like. "What do you suggest from the menu, that's meaty, of course?" He asked tilting his head at Daniel.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Glass of water and something red. A slightly odd request. "The only drink we have that is red is Hi-C." He wrote that down real quick and turned back toward the menu that was above the counter across the way. He already knew most of it by now, but it was still something he did when he was trying to decide what he would pick. "well let's see." Given the criteria he turned back once he had some choices in mind. "There are actually quite a few. I usually prefer the hot sandwiches myself. If you want a lot of meat then the New Yorker is a good option. Pastrami, corned beef, swiss, and spicy brown mustard on rye. There's also the BLT which is also a pretty simple choice" He pointed then one out on the menu. "If that's a little plain for you there is also the Italian. Ham, salami, provolone, bell peppers, and black olives, lettuce, red onion, and tomato on a baguette." Again he pointed it out. "It's also hard to go wrong with the Club if you want a cold sandwich. Ham, turkey, bacon, cheddar, swiss, mayo, honey mustard, lettuce, and tomato on sliced wheat. If there is anything there that you don't want we can make it without as wll. And if all else fails there is the build your own where you would pick what you want. Choose a bread, meat, cheese, and any of the other toppings." It was clear he had gone through this routine many times because he went from one sandwich to the next without missing a beat. "I can go get your drink while you think about it if you'd like. I'm running around constantly so you can just flag me down." (For simplicity I'll mainly use items from the McAlister's Deli menu as I already know a lot of those)</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran dodged out the way of the stampede of kids around her age rushing out of the school gates. Spotting Kyle she ducked and dodged through the mass of bodies until she caught up to him, grabbing onto his arm to avoid getting swept away with the tide. Kyle spun round, caught sight of Arran, holding onto his arm for dear life, and pulled her out of the crowd. "Arran! Why aren't you at the shop? I specifically suggested going to a shop, so as to avoid this mess." Arran blinked, frowning. "I forgot," she muttered in a small voice. "So why didn't you text me?" Kyle asked. "I forgot." Arran said again. Kyle threw his hands in the air, "Oh, come on, you forgot to text me?" "No" Arran stated matter-of-factly "I forgot my phone, it's on your desk. Charging, I think." Rolling his eyes Kyle pulled Arran down the street, to a shop, a deli according to the sign. Sitting down at a table at the back Arran looked at Kyle, "And we are meting here, why?" "Ben suggested this place, he said it was good." Kyle answered. Ben was the guitarist for Night; Kyle the drummer, another boy, called Luke, was the bass/pianist, and Arran the vocalist. "I sure hope Ben's the one paying then, cause I'd rather have gotten a coffee and sat in the park." Arran grumbled, playing with the frayed hem of her shirtsleeve, "I finished recording that song, by the way." Kyle looked up, "you got it here?" he asked enthusiastically. "Nope." Arran admitted not looking up, "I forgot" "Uh huh." Kyle huffed, having obviously been looking forward to hearing it. "Yo, wassup?" said a voice from behind them. Arran and Kyle swiveled round to see a familiar freckled face, grinning at them, "Ben not here yet? Ah well, we can wait. You finish that song yet? Cause I want to hear it, oh please say you finished it. Hey Kyle. Ohhh… what do we want to eat? Or drink? I want a coffee, do you think they sell coffee?" "Neither you nor Arran need a coffee." Kyle patted the chair next to him, "So sit down, now." "Yes sir." Luke sat his hyperactive but down, and then popped straight back up again; "I see Ben, be back in a tick" He dashed for the door, dodging tables, chairs, and people. "Oh god." Kyle sighed. "How did he ever have the patience to learn instruments?" Arran asked watching Ben's blond hair, meet with the dark streak that was Luke, and then weave their way over to the table. "Hey Kyle, Arran." Ben nodded and took Luke's empty chair, Luke in the mean time, reigned in his energy long enough to sit down, with out springing up like a jack-in-the-box. "Soooooo…… Did you finish the song?" Ben enquired, "I've got my computer if you want to have a listen." "Uhhh…… I don't have the song." Arran muttered, and then defensively; "But I did email it to you guys" Ben smiled, "good thing I checked my emails before I came then isn't it?" He pulled out his shiny new Mac-book Pro and flipped over to itunes, turning the volume down and plugging in a four-way headphone splitter, then after everyone had plugged in their headphones, he started the song.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Ear --- "The Italian will do, and just a glass of water will as well." He said before looking back at his plushie. He picked her up and began to stroke her hair and hat, it was quite noticable he enjoyed his expensive plushie and basically loved it as well. He kept on staring at it for minutes on end before turning his eyes to look at the musician entering the Deli, where he curiously watched Kyle sit down next to the other band members. Xander never really took part in any school activites so he had little idea of whom they were. He watched the few talk for a minute before shrugging it off and going back to his plushie. He took out his earbuds and plugged them into his phone before scrolling through his music playlist and selecting, 'U.N Owen was her?' which was of course, Flandre's theme. He only continued to look and admire the doll, quite content with it as he shrugged off anyone who looked at him weirdly. He continued to wait for his sandwich and drink.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM -Unnamed Hoodie Stranger 1 Parton's Deli A male who hid his identity with a black hoodie and loose fitting jeans walked into the deli. It wasn't out of the ordinary and everyone minded their own business when he walked in. He walked with purpose, hands in his pockets, and his head down. No one could really see his face clearly. However, instead of sitting down to order food, he went straight for the men's bathroom.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE The boys had listened to the song five times and were about to start a sixth round. Arran groaned and raised her hand for service. The song was good and all but having been practicing it for the last few weeks she really didn't need to hear it again. The boys were debating what to do for a music video, Luke practically jumping up and down in his seat, Kyle was right, there was no way he needed a coffee, but that wouldn't stop him from ordering one. Arran decided right then that there was no way in hell she was walking home with Luke if she could avoid it.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Pactor: Nodding Daniel wrote the Italian down as well. "I'll be right back with your drink." As expected it was getting busy. Switching into high gear he went to the counter and quickly got Xander his water. An order was ready and he grabbed the full tray at the same time. Maneuvering around people and rotating around to keep balance he held the tray up with on hand and set the glass of water down with the other. Delivering the food he moved on to the band's table. He waited for them to be done listening to what he could only assume was a song. "What can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart Stella Blackhart Room filled with cable and monitor, a girl sat in front of the monitor. Both hand typing in keyboard fastly. With all the windows shut, light turned off, the only light source she had come from her many flashing monitor. The girl suddenly stopped typing, pulling a stick of pocky and eat it slowly. She then take the Iphone she charge in her left and typing something, while eating her pocky. To : [email protected] Sub : Pswrd CIA go Attachment : Pass.txt I'm finished. I attch the passwrd, Now it's all up to you to leak the doc. Gtg to school. GL. Send... After sending the mail, she proceed to turn off all the monitor. 'I should hit the showers, i need to relax now.' she thought to herself. She then gone to bathroom. Hot water flowing from the showers, she washes her long black hair and her slender body. 'Ugh my shoulder feels so stiff.' It's normal for her, because she's like operating the computer for 8 hours only to get all the requested password. She turn off the shower, take a towel and drying her wet body. Finishing her bath, she proceed to wear her uniform and gone to school.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Don't mind them" Arran gestured at the boys still plugged into the computer, "They'll be listening to that for a while. Repetitively too. As for drinks, umm… One lemonade, one milk, and two coffees." She then bashed Luke gently round the head to shut him up; he was busy humming his piano part, rather loudly. "Actually make that two milks and one coffee; there is no way I'm letting him get any more hyper." She then grinned at the boy, "Sorry if their making too much noise, let me know if they do and I'll shut them up."</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig After hopping off the bus, Sophia bolted down the sidewalk, dodging startled people while mumbling some apologies, and eventually reached the familiar front door of the bookstore she would usually go to. Skidding to a stop, she hastily opened the door. "My, eager now are we? Don't worry, the stock just came in," the cashier greeted her, his regular customer, with a smile. He pointed at the direction of the bookshelf with a noticeable sign above it and big letters that said 'New'. In between breaths, Sophia mumbled a 'thanks' and proceeded to the fiction section. As she saw the book she had long been waiting for on a display, a smile formed on her face and she picked up the one not on display. After reading the back of the book and skimming through the first chapter, she noticed another girl holding the same book, and smiled, seeing her so engrossed in the book of one of her favourite series. "Hello. Do you like it too?" she greeted the girl, not panting anymore.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Vollstandig Age: 15 Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Black Body Type: Lean and fit. Other Information: One's first impression of her would be a quiet, polite, and shy kind of girl. But no, actually, she's the exact opposite. She's mostly cheerful and can be violent at times, sometimes even coming off as rude(though rare) in front of her friends. Around people she doesn't know though, she acts the former way. She's not a nerd. Or a sports person. Both, you could say. Sophia loves reading books and writing up a good story, but at the same time likes outdoor activities and such. She's also an expert at throwing knives or handling anything about them, and can come off as a good fighter, knowing martial arts. She has many friends and is well-liked by many, as she fits in groups of friends well. But hey, one who fits everywhere means that person doesn't fit anywhere, right? So that's the problem. She considers her friends as only acquaintances. She doesn't have what one would call a true friend, and she's quite sad about that(though she doesn't show it). So yeah, Sophia is that type of person.</s> <\|message\|>v Arran took off after that slightly amusing response to her colleague. After a chuckle Daniel handed everyone at the table menus with one extra where Arran had been sittinf. "I'll be right back with your drinks." Heading back and behind the counter he first checked when the last pot of coffee was made. It was this morning so he started a new brew, making a mental note to inform the table. Pouring all the other drinks he picked them all up without a tray and headed back. " Here we are. And the coffee will be ready in a couple minutes. I just started a new pot." Not knowing who wanted what he had pretty much placed all the drinks in the middle for them to sort out. His attention was drawn to the back window as an order was called out. Making a B-line back he pulled it down, checked the food to make sure it was correct, and took it out. Making a round he dropped off the orders he had before coming back to Xander's table with his sandwich. "Here we are. The Italian. May I get you anything else?"</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran grinned slightly as Xander turned red and tried not look at her. At the question about school though Arran laughed outright, "Nope, I don't go to school, haven't for threeish years so if you've seen me it's been with those idiots or wandering round the city… Although I guess you could have seen one of our few videos?" She gestured at the boys replaying the song yet again, how many times could they listen to that thing anyway? "Yes we are a band, although not a very famous one, we do music videos and post them online, but we've never done something live unless you count a talent show back when we were six." She was watching Xander; even though he had been embarrassed, probably about being caught cuddling that doll, his hand still strayed to touch it. Her curiosity catching up to her Arran nodded at the doll and said; "Please excuse my sounding like and imbecile; but who is that, and what is she from?" but before Xander could say anything the boy who was serving laid a plate with a sandwich in front of Xander and asked him if he wanted anything else. With a sudden thought Arran quickly said, "Have you served my noisy lot their drinks?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart sigh The girl moved her finger slowly, and replying the text, To : [email protected] Subject : none We'll atk them tmmrow. I'm busy now. Send... The girl then proceed to read her third e-mail, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] >>>Investors are diving into the new world era. Holographic technology is the wave of the future! Find out which company to invest in with one easy payment of $100 or 20 easy payments of $10, or 2 bitcoin! That money will be just a penny in comparison if you find which investor to place your future in!</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart "Spam." She deleted the mail. She arrived at school. "Stella...!!" A young girl called the long haired girl. "Noel...!!!" Stella replied her greetings. Stella face filled with smile and laugh. The girl, known as Noel approached Stella and started gossiping about her boyfriend. The long-haired hacker can only laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel, "Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth. He resumed conversation with Arran, "Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress. "Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said. He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention. She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Nodding to Arran's question. "Everything but the coffee. I needed to put on a new pot." Another order was in the window. "Please excuse me." He headed back and continued moving and taking orders. He wasn't the only one on the job, but the influx of people meant that they were all busy. He greeted people as they walked in and talked with s few of the regulars where he could. Sometimes he wished that the deli wasn't located in such a busy area. But of the flip side if it weren't then it could be boring and would not be nearly as fun and he wouldn't get the same amount of hours. For sure there were days where he'd rather stay home and kill time. He'd gone back to watch the old episodes of Sailor Moon. That was his usual MO. Watching things way after other had seen them. There were a few current shows he kept up with but most he just missed completely.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.</s> <\|message\|>v "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli." Daniel called out as Maxwell entered. "I'll be right with you." Taking dishes back to the busing station in the back he washed and dried his hands before heading back out and over to the newest guest. "Alrighty, what can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander repeated about what he said, who Flandre was and where she came from. "She's my fourth favorite character from the franchise." He says, before picking up Flandre again and petting the doll's head with his clean hand. He left her on his lap, using his other hand to eat his sandwich and drink his water. Though, his eyes shot towards the new person in the Deli, he seemed to bear his teeth upon sight of this fellow. Xander didn't like that type of person, at all, he could tell by how they walked, acted, and dressed. He eventually turned his gaze back to Arran and continued to pet his plushie.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander smiling slightly. "Mhim, I can see that" she said, smiling outright. "Personally I don't think I'd be brave enough to cuddle one of those in public, if I had one to cuddle." Arran thought about it for a second, "Well I do have my teddy, but to cuddle him I'd have to have him." She frowned for a second, remembering her teddy flung haphazardly across a half-made bed. "Wait… did you say fourth? Than who's the first three? Not that I'd know them if you told me, but I still wanna know!" She perked up there, grinning again; anything to stop the calling spiral into despair, and if there was any day she had to keep floating, it was today. When someone walked into the deli Xander had bared his teeth, not the most obvious gesture but one Arran had picked up anyway. Glancing at the boy who had just walked in, and was looking at his phone, Arran noticed he seemed rich, the sort of rich Arran had lived amongst before, the sort of rich Ben was, the sort of rich that for the most part she hated bitterly. Scrunching up her face Arran could feel the anger building, bubbling up inside, rising, and taking over, an explosion primed to blow. She had to squash it; she had to squash it now. Normally she dispersed her anger or despair with music, loud and fast, the words painting how she felt in bright colours on her heart. Taking a deep breath Arran reined in her anger, calming down, reminding herself that here and now was not the time, and anyway; as far as she knew the boy who'd just walked in wasn't like the rest, it was always a possibility.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Huh, no one's ever been really interested in my plushies.." or me.. He muttered afterwards, a bit more sad when saying that to himself. "First favorite is Cirno, she's an ice fairy, second favorite is Remilia Scarlet, Flandre's big sister, awfully close to first place, and third is Suwako Moriya, goddess of the Moriya Shrine." He said, bringing up his phone and showing pictures of the three, as well as Flandre. Remilia Scarlet Flandre Scarlet Suwako Moriya Cirno (Cirno is in my signature and profile picture, but here you go) "Erm....yeah....the games have no male characters what-so-ever, but they're pretty great games..." Xander said his redness on his face returning.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE When you're like me, Arran thought, you gotta have something to be interested in, even if it was a random person who'd piqued her interest. Xander showed her pictures on his phone of the characters he was describing. All pretty girls. Arran grinned, "No boys what so ever? Sounds like heaven. …Unless of course you're me and don't really like girls." She thought about if for a second, "Although I guess if they're from a game than they are probably better than real life." She was smiling sadly again. Today was a good day; as of yet she hadn't yelled at anyone or disappeared to sob, or rage somewhere. Not to mention Xander was interesting, and for Arran interesting was always a good thing.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig The girl, whom Sophia now knows as Renee, shook her hand, answered her apology then asked her a question. "Yeah, I'm a regular. I come here often to buy books, stationery, and other things. Though I also just come here to read," she replied Renee's question, grinning wide remembering the frequency of the last part. "I'm guessing this is your first time here? I've never seen you here before," Sophia asked.</s>
<\|description\|>Sophia Vollstandig Age: 15 Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Black Body Type: Lean and fit. Other Information: One's first impression of her would be a quiet, polite, and shy kind of girl. But no, actually, she's the exact opposite. She's mostly cheerful and can be violent at times, sometimes even coming off as rude(though rare) in front of her friends. Around people she doesn't know though, she acts the former way. She's not a nerd. Or a sports person. Both, you could say. Sophia loves reading books and writing up a good story, but at the same time likes outdoor activities and such. She's also an expert at throwing knives or handling anything about them, and can come off as a good fighter, knowing martial arts. She has many friends and is well-liked by many, as she fits in groups of friends well. But hey, one who fits everywhere means that person doesn't fit anywhere, right? So that's the problem. She considers her friends as only acquaintances. She doesn't have what one would call a true friend, and she's quite sad about that(though she doesn't show it). So yeah, Sophia is that type of person.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee saw the cat and she was surprised to see it cross the busy street and make it to safety. She sighed in relief that the cat was alright. She thought about leaving the cat and continuing on her way, but then she realized that maybe she should check and see if the cat had a collar. She reached the crosswalk waiting for when it was safe and the crosswalk light was green, before she crossed the road, heading towards the other sidewalk.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Item Update Parton The duffel bag was opened, it revealed a work uniform for a tea shop a few blocks down the road. There is a wallet filled with 35 dollars (three tens, and one five,) and an ID card with the woman's information. Her name was Rachael Sandra. Her ID showed her light brown hair down to her shoulders, listed that she had hazel eyes, aged 25 years old. There is nothing else in the bag. Daniel has gained the following items: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID)</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Unnamed Cat 's Location The cat had ran straight to a turned over garbage can in front of a building. The cat had no collar and was eating out of the scraps. It heard Renee coming, and paused to look at her.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Seeing that there was no collar on the cat, Renee shook her head at herself. She thought silently to herself, thinking that she was just being silly. She turned back and started to continue her way back to the dorms.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander sighs sadly as he watches her run off, only too late did he realize his mistakes, which only further upset him. He took Flaked out of his backpack and cuddled with her as he walked along the street alone, a tear rolling down his right cheek. "This is why I have no friends.....I'm too much of a freak...if not....I look for an excuse to fight...if only Mother was here..." He said, hugging the plushie and cuddling with her before placing a kiss upon its head. He walked past a tea shop and a book store, further cuddling the plushie not really caring about anything. It was clear Xander was stressed out, he had messed up twice, he was clearly on the verge of breaking into tears again.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE After paying their bill and leaving the rapidly empting deli, Arran and Kyle split from the others and started walking home. "Urghh… I forgot to get the meat for dinner" Arran groaned, "Aunt Cass is going to kill me, I was supposed to be home early so as to cook." She was partly mad she had forgotten but mostly she wanted to try and distract Kyle from her incident earlier; he hadn't said anything in front of the others, but now they were alone there was going to be hell to pay. But instead of asking questions about earlier Kyle surprised her "You missed your appointment you know." Arran blinked in surprise, "huh?" Kyle turned, walking backwards so as to be able to walk and talk, "You missed your appointment. Your very important appointment" Arran thought about it, "Very important appointment. Uhhhh…… what?" Kyle frowned; "You never told me; I set the alarm after checking your calendar, really; I was surprised that you even had something on there." "You checked my calendar?" Arran grimaced, "why?" "You never remember anything, unless it's music, so I thought it would be best to make sure I have an alarm for you as well. Only you had about three things on your calendar one of which was my birthday, one was mum's, and the other unnamed." Kyle spun back around so he was walking next to her. They walked for a little while; tuning a few corners, and hiking up and down hills, till they finally reached Kyle's street. Wading through the overgrown grass that overlapped the path they climbed a set of worn concrete steps to a solid door with blue paint peeling to reveal a vibrant red, or maybe the red was peeling to show the blue, but really it didn't matter, the majority of the door being blue.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The sudden turn of Renee's head alerted Sophia, and the girl bolted away after apologising that she had to hurry somewhere. Sophia raised her eyebrows to that, then shouted, "Bye!" to Renee, knowing the girl wouldn't hear her. Sighing, she walked to the counter, book in hand. After paying for the book, she checked the time on her blue digital watch. It wasn't really that late, but maybe it was for Renee. As Sophia pushed the book shop's front door open after waving to the cashier, she saw a boy around her age walking past, cuddling a familiar touhou character plushie, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Flandre..." She managed to whisper, recalling the name of the character.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander kept walking until he heard someone whisper the voice of his plushie. He wiped the tear off his cheek and turned around as to meet Sophia. "Yes.....d-do you know Touhou....?" He asked, his arms still wrapped around the plushie he cuddled with. Xander seemed hopeful as to find someone who knew about Flandre and most likely other Touhou characters, it was rare enough to find people ho knew about it, at least for him.</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell got up from his seat. He had been waiting for a good while too long, as it was getting late. He walked back out to the vehicle, and got in the back. "What the hell just happened in there? It was like some sort of a teen drama unfolding right before my eyes!" He let out a simple sigh, cradling his head in his hand, agitated that he was unable to get even a water. "Jeeves, let's just go home already." Jeeves started the Limousine, heading for the Ryte family mansion.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The boy suddenly turned to face her, which made Sophia raise her eyebrows, quite surprised. She didn't think that the boy would hear her. The boy wiped off his tear, then asked her about touhou. "Uhm. Oh yes, I do know of it. Well, I have not played the game however, but I have read some manga chapters, though that was some years ago, so I might not remember much of the story. I do know of some of the characters. Well, I'm pretty sure you're quite a fan, huh?" Sophia replied with a sheepish smile. She didn't quite know how to act in front of the boy, in contrast to when she faced Renee. Back then she was too excited about the book to care of she she did, but mostly she was like this, shy, in front of new people.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Female Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) The uniform in the bag was familiar. Daniel had visited the tea shop before even if it had been a while. Putting everything back in the bag the boy would leave it here at the office until tomorrow. As he recalled the tea shop closed around the same time the deli did. He worked in the evening so he would have ample time to get it to the tea shop. His shift was done so he ordered something for dinner in the last couple of minutes and waited for his ride. Timing it pretty well he got his food just a minute before his ride arrived. Saying goodbye to his coworkers Daniel headed to the car and was on his way home.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Flopping down at the computer desk, Arran logged into her account on the old, second-hand E-Mac, flicking over to her email and receiving ten new emails from her brother since yesterday, totaling in almost fifty unread emails from him. Slumping down in her chair, she logged out and stared at the login page, not really seeing it, thinking about the day; worse than usual, but in the scale of things not too disastrous, just not so good. The hoodie; that was something Arran couldn't fathom, why had she been given the hoodie, and surely the girl hadn't just forgotten the drug; it didn't seem to be the sort of thing you just forgot was in the sleeve of your hoodie when handing it over to a stranger. After getting home she had looked herself in the bathroom as soon as she could, and worked the syringe out of the sleeve from the inside, pulling it out and looking for markings, finding none, but considering the poor lighting in the bathroom, that wasn't surprising. Now it was tucked safely back in the sleeve of the hoodie, which in turn was tucked in one of her two draws in the boy's room, somewhere the others were forbidden to access; a rule that was reinforced by an old padlock to which only she had the key. Arran hadn't told Kyle about the drug, that wasn't the sort of thing she just told people about, especially Kyle, who couldn't keep silent if he thought others needed to know, and that ment telling Aunt Cass, the last person in the world Arran wanted to upset. No it was better she didn't mention it to anybody.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Oh, you should try out the games, they're amazing." He said, holding Flandre in his arms as he looked at her. "What's your name? I'm Xander...." He asked. Xander's eyes looked away from the girl and up to the sun, it was clearly getting late, and he would have to get going soon enough. His eyes looked back down towards the girl and awaited her response. Though as the sun was going down, it was clear there was a slight change in his attitude, he was more vigilant of his surroundings, little things such as the rustling of bushes made his head turn; after all, can't be too careful.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton Inventory: Rachael Sandra's Duffel Bag, Rachael Sandra's Tea Shop Work Uniform, Rachael Sandra's Wallet (35 dollars and an ID) --- In the way home he debated telling his mother about the weird events at work today. It might make his mother worry though so he dropped the idea. Glad that the drive home was a short one Daniel headed indoors. His sisters were already getting ready for bed, having to go to school the next morning. That was one thing the boy missed and didn't at the same time. Learning was always fun, even if the subject was less than thrilling. The other side of the coin was the homework and having to sit in lectures. That was rarely much fun. That was bound to come back though whenever he started college though. In the mean time he should enjoy the freedom he had. Also per usual his dad was asleep already. Work being so far off require him to get up before the crack of dawn which in turn meant an early bedtime. Working evenings himself, Daniel tended to miss most of the happenings of the day. Being hungry he headed to the kitchen which usually contained leftovers. Digging around in the fridge brought forth yesterdays meatloaf. Not much caring having had it two days in a row he threw some on a plate along with some green beans and corn. A short heat in the microwave and a drink on the side Daniel took his meal upstairs to his room. Ah, now no one would bother him. That was the other advantage to working in the evening. By the end of the day everyone else was too tired to bug him much, with exception to his day to do chores. And staying up late playing games and killing time wasn't a bother because he didn't have to get up early either. Watching videos on Youtube while eating he ran through his mind the events that transpired. Slightly hard to believe it happened even having watched it with his own eyes. On top of seeing what appeared to be a drugged woman that kicked him away, there was the boy who walked out without paying flipping over and kicking the aforementioned away. How would own even explain that brief moment in time. Shaking his head and sighing he finished eating and went to playing a game. Tomorrow could be an interesting day as well. Maybe not quite as crazy but he had the bag to return. The reaction to such a thing could vary.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig "Oh. Well I'm Sophia, nice to meet you. Also, I might try the games..." Sophia answered Xander. She noticed him looking up to the sun that was illuminating the place with an orange glow, indicating that it was setting. It must be pretty late for him. And for her too. "Do you have to go now?" She questioned him, tilting her head to the side. It was a habit that she do that when not sure of something.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Not really, do you...erm...wish to talk a bit more or something..?" He asks, a bit unsure of what to say. He kept Flandre tucked in his left arm, his eyes squinting as the sunset blinded him slightly, though he continued to look at Sophia. He was vigilant but also calm at this point.</s>	<\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig "Uhm. Well, I don't really have much to say... But I'm willing to listen if you want to say something?" She asked, straightening her neck. Sophia saw that he was squinting as he looked at her, as the sunrays are shining from behind her. "Oh, uhm, sorry for the sunlight," she said, then walked to his side.</s>
<\|description\|>Maxwell Ryte Age: 15 Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Green Height: 5'8" Body Type: Given that Maxwell is rather rich, he has to look it, he isn't extremely muscular, but he looks a bit better than average, basically he' s a rich pretty boy. Other Information: Maxwell is the son of Mary and Jason Ryte. They happen to be the owners of Ryte Industries. You've probably seen the Ryte logo on something, considering the company does everything from Construction to fast food. Maxwell is rather manipulative and egotistical, though he hides his natural tendencies to be a selfish dick by acting like a nice, respectable rich kid with good looks, to preserve the image of Ryte industries. Maxwell puts himself above everyone else, just because he has money, good looks, and brains. Maxwell resents his parents in a way, since they value the image of their company over their own son. He was forced to go to a normal public Highschool in Trip city, since Ryte industries has its roots in the town, and Maxwell's parent's wanted some sort of a connection with the common folks. So, a popular, manipulative, rich, asshole, who's being nice because his parents said to.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: Hello \| From: [email protected] >>>Hey, S. There's something fishy going on in the LSS (Last Standing Server). I know, a lot of stupid myths like Bigfoot and other conspiracy theories stem from there, but there's a user that we can't track. No IP, no nothing. The single information he posted is rather odd. We're sending a small group to see if it's a prank. I'll keep you updated if you're interested.</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart Stella Blackhart From: [email protected] Subject: Hello >>>Hey, S. There's something fishy going on in the LSS (Last Standing Server). I know, a lot of stupid myths like Bigfoot and other conspiracy theories stem from there, but there's a user that we can't track. No IP, no nothing. The single information he posted is rather odd. We're sending a small group to see if it's a prank. I'll keep you updated if you're interested. 'Interesting.' She checked her Iphone while walking to her school. To: [email protected] Subject: I'm interested. Give me more detail. Send... She then proceed to read another message, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Finally.. School was out. Maxwell waved off the group of girls that stuck around him after school. Though, he did promise to go out with some girl named Samantha on Saturday. As he was walking towards the limo parked in front of the school, his phone vibrated in his pocket. A text message, from his parents. He gritted his teeth angrily as he read it. "Maxwell, we would like you to go to a local deli, Charlotte's Deli, and set up some sort of positive relations with the owner. We are discussing the viability of buying the establishment, and converting it into a restaurant chain. Jeeves has been directed to drive you there after school, so, just go with it." Maxwell was infuriated by the message, though, it was a bad idea to get angry in public. He shoved the phone in his pocket, and got into the limousine. Jeeves closed the door, and walked back to the front, sat down, and began to drive. "Just my luck." Max muttered under his breath.</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Repeating the drink order back as he wrote it. "One lemonade, two milks, and a coffee. Would you like creamer with that?" He glanced and noticed the one in the hoodie. He was about to greet him but it appeared that he wanted to left alone. It looked like he was headed to the bathroom. Not that unusual. There was the occasional person that just came in to go. Dropping that the brief distraction was over and he waited for the answer from Arran.</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: Thanks \| From: [email protected] >>>I had some backups delete all traces of the e-mail you just sent-- you know the one. Or at least, we tried. You can never tell with the internet. We still have the document though but we'll have to attack them later because they knew we were coming. Unfortunately we might even have to redo that program by then. Please don't put in the subject header obvious keywords like that again. The big man upstairs has an easier time finding us that way.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ummm……" Arran looked at the boy, "Sure I guess" Before Luke pulled her attention away saying something along the lines of; "Arran, hey Arran, did you get me a coffee? When can we record the piano part? Do you think it will sound good? I'm hungry, can we get some food?" Arran grinned, "Yes, no, tomorrow, probably, maybe." And Luke looking a little puzzled sat down to work out what she had meant. Glancing round the shop Arran saw a boy cuddling what to her looked like a doll. This intrigued her, most boys wouldn't do that, and certainly not in public. The boy himself looked kinda young, round her age, with black hair and dark eyes she could just see. The boy looked lonely, Arran knew that expression well, it was similar to the one she often used to wear. Excusing herself from the table, Arran wove through the shop, before pulling out a chair and plopping down opposite the doll-cuddling boy. "Pardon the intrusion," she said before she'd even finished sitting down, "It's just that lot," she gestured to her group of three, "are idiots, and you looked kinda lonely." She leaned her chin on her hands and her elbows on the table."I'm Arran by the way."</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander looked at the girl sit in front of her where his face turned immediately red as he was caught, in a more "direct" way, cuddling his plushie. He pushed Flandre a bit to the side before speaking to her, a bit shy after being caught cuddling his doll. "Oh...hello...Arran...I'm Xander..." He said, his eyes trailing away from her a bit. "Haven't I seen you before, in school I mean? I'm guessing youre in a band..?" He asked, his eyes wandering off a bit more as to look for Daniel with his sandwich before looking back at the girl. He was still red, as his "sessions" had never been interrupted by anyone, lest he was attracting attention for a fight. He supported his head with his left hand, his arm up with the elbow supporting the arm as to support his head. His right hand always seemed to trail off towards Flandre, which he stroked the doll's dress or hair whilst talking. He made no comment about implying his lonliness, despite it being true. (Flandre Plushie he's cuddling)</s> <\|message\|>v Arran took off after that slightly amusing response to her colleague. After a chuckle Daniel handed everyone at the table menus with one extra where Arran had been sittinf. "I'll be right back with your drinks." Heading back and behind the counter he first checked when the last pot of coffee was made. It was this morning so he started a new brew, making a mental note to inform the table. Pouring all the other drinks he picked them all up without a tray and headed back. " Here we are. And the coffee will be ready in a couple minutes. I just started a new pot." Not knowing who wanted what he had pretty much placed all the drinks in the middle for them to sort out. His attention was drawn to the back window as an order was called out. Making a B-line back he pulled it down, checked the food to make sure it was correct, and took it out. Making a round he dropped off the orders he had before coming back to Xander's table with his sandwich. "Here we are. The Italian. May I get you anything else?"</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran grinned slightly as Xander turned red and tried not look at her. At the question about school though Arran laughed outright, "Nope, I don't go to school, haven't for threeish years so if you've seen me it's been with those idiots or wandering round the city… Although I guess you could have seen one of our few videos?" She gestured at the boys replaying the song yet again, how many times could they listen to that thing anyway? "Yes we are a band, although not a very famous one, we do music videos and post them online, but we've never done something live unless you count a talent show back when we were six." She was watching Xander; even though he had been embarrassed, probably about being caught cuddling that doll, his hand still strayed to touch it. Her curiosity catching up to her Arran nodded at the doll and said; "Please excuse my sounding like and imbecile; but who is that, and what is she from?" but before Xander could say anything the boy who was serving laid a plate with a sandwich in front of Xander and asked him if he wanted anything else. With a sudden thought Arran quickly said, "Have you served my noisy lot their drinks?"</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart sigh The girl moved her finger slowly, and replying the text, To : [email protected] Subject : none We'll atk them tmmrow. I'm busy now. Send... The girl then proceed to read her third e-mail, from [email protected] .</s> <\|message\|>CHARACTER SHEET GM Stella's E-Mail Box Blackhart Subject: I have some insider information \| From: [email protected] >>>Investors are diving into the new world era. Holographic technology is the wave of the future! Find out which company to invest in with one easy payment of $100 or 20 easy payments of $10, or 2 bitcoin! That money will be just a penny in comparison if you find which investor to place your future in!</s> <\|message\|>Stella Blackhart "Spam." She deleted the mail. She arrived at school. "Stella...!!" A young girl called the long haired girl. "Noel...!!!" Stella replied her greetings. Stella face filled with smile and laugh. The girl, known as Noel approached Stella and started gossiping about her boyfriend. The long-haired hacker can only laugh.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel, "Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth. He resumed conversation with Arran, "Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress. "Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said. He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention. She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Nodding to Arran's question. "Everything but the coffee. I needed to put on a new pot." Another order was in the window. "Please excuse me." He headed back and continued moving and taking orders. He wasn't the only one on the job, but the influx of people meant that they were all busy. He greeted people as they walked in and talked with s few of the regulars where he could. Sometimes he wished that the deli wasn't located in such a busy area. But of the flip side if it weren't then it could be boring and would not be nearly as fun and he wouldn't get the same amount of hours. For sure there were days where he'd rather stay home and kill time. He'd gone back to watch the old episodes of Sailor Moon. That was his usual MO. Watching things way after other had seen them. There were a few current shows he kept up with but most he just missed completely.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"</s>	<\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.</s>
<\|description\|>Maxwell Ryte Age: 15 Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Green Height: 5'8" Body Type: Given that Maxwell is rather rich, he has to look it, he isn't extremely muscular, but he looks a bit better than average, basically he' s a rich pretty boy. Other Information: Maxwell is the son of Mary and Jason Ryte. They happen to be the owners of Ryte Industries. You've probably seen the Ryte logo on something, considering the company does everything from Construction to fast food. Maxwell is rather manipulative and egotistical, though he hides his natural tendencies to be a selfish dick by acting like a nice, respectable rich kid with good looks, to preserve the image of Ryte industries. Maxwell puts himself above everyone else, just because he has money, good looks, and brains. Maxwell resents his parents in a way, since they value the image of their company over their own son. He was forced to go to a normal public Highschool in Trip city, since Ryte industries has its roots in the town, and Maxwell's parent's wanted some sort of a connection with the common folks. So, a popular, manipulative, rich, asshole, who's being nice because his parents said to.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig Seeing the girl she greeted jump slightly and smiling sheepishly, Sophia answered, "Ah, sorry for alarming you. And yeah, it does make a good hook. Also, the plot's really interesting." She closed the open book, then transferred it to her left hand, before extending her right hand to the girl. "I'm Sophia. Nice to meet you," she said, smiling again, forgetting her usually shy demeanor when facing strangers. But hey, she was too hyped about the new book to notice.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Before Xander could speak up he was interrupted by Daniel, "Oh, thank you, that'll be all." He said before picking at the bread and taking a small piece of it before popping it into his mouth. He resumed conversation with Arran, "Oh? That's Flandre Scarlet, she's from a game franchise called Touhou, she appears in the sixth game, Embodiment of the Scarlet Devil, she became REALLY popular, almost everyone in that game did. It's a danmaku slash bullet hell game, pretty fun but super hard." He said continuing to stroke the doll's hair and dress. "Hm, I think I may have seen one of your videos before, I prefer videogame music myself, but not bad." Xander said. He took another sip of his refreshing ice cold water and a small bite out of his sandwich.</s> <\|message\|>Renee Miyume Renee Miyume Renee smiled at the girl and she took Sophia's hand and shook it while answering "I'm Renee. It's nice to meet you as well, Sophia," She then answered her apology "And, it's alright. I wasn't too alarmed. I just wasn't expecting anyone to talk to me," She mentally face palmed herself for that comment. She realized that the last statement may have come off as cold and anti-social, even though that wasn't her intention. She asked Sophia, trying to strike up a small discussion, "So, do you come to this bookstore often?"</s> <\|message\|>v Daniel Parton: Nodding to Arran's question. "Everything but the coffee. I needed to put on a new pot." Another order was in the window. "Please excuse me." He headed back and continued moving and taking orders. He wasn't the only one on the job, but the influx of people meant that they were all busy. He greeted people as they walked in and talked with s few of the regulars where he could. Sometimes he wished that the deli wasn't located in such a busy area. But of the flip side if it weren't then it could be boring and would not be nearly as fun and he wouldn't get the same amount of hours. For sure there were days where he'd rather stay home and kill time. He'd gone back to watch the old episodes of Sailor Moon. That was his usual MO. Watching things way after other had seen them. There were a few current shows he kept up with but most he just missed completely.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander, nodding her head, "We have done a few covers, but…" She was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder, twisting in her seat Arran found Kyle standing behind her, "Sorry for interrupting, but you have to go in twenty minutes," He lowered his voice, "You don't normally start chatting with strangers, is something up?" Arran grimaced; her appointment. It might have been important but, having nothing to do with music, she had totally forgotten about it. "Ask Ben for a lift, it'll get you there faster." And with that Kyle walked away, leaving her frustrated; of course he would have set an alarm, although how he knew about it was beyond Arran. She turned back to Xander, "I'm sorry, you were saying?"</s> <\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte "You can just wait here, Jeeves" Maxwell stepped out of the limo, and walked into the deli. There was a good number of people there at this time. Maxwell sat down at the nearest empty table, and waited. He picked his phone out of his pocket and began to look at random websites while he waited.</s> <\|message\|>v "Welcome to Charlotte's Deli." Daniel called out as Maxwell entered. "I'll be right with you." Taking dishes back to the busing station in the back he washed and dried his hands before heading back out and over to the newest guest. "Alrighty, what can I get you to drink?"</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- Xander repeated about what he said, who Flandre was and where she came from. "She's my fourth favorite character from the franchise." He says, before picking up Flandre again and petting the doll's head with his clean hand. He left her on his lap, using his other hand to eat his sandwich and drink his water. Though, his eyes shot towards the new person in the Deli, he seemed to bear his teeth upon sight of this fellow. Xander didn't like that type of person, at all, he could tell by how they walked, acted, and dressed. He eventually turned his gaze back to Arran and continued to pet his plushie.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE Arran listened to Xander smiling slightly. "Mhim, I can see that" she said, smiling outright. "Personally I don't think I'd be brave enough to cuddle one of those in public, if I had one to cuddle." Arran thought about it for a second, "Well I do have my teddy, but to cuddle him I'd have to have him." She frowned for a second, remembering her teddy flung haphazardly across a half-made bed. "Wait… did you say fourth? Than who's the first three? Not that I'd know them if you told me, but I still wanna know!" She perked up there, grinning again; anything to stop the calling spiral into despair, and if there was any day she had to keep floating, it was today. When someone walked into the deli Xander had bared his teeth, not the most obvious gesture but one Arran had picked up anyway. Glancing at the boy who had just walked in, and was looking at his phone, Arran noticed he seemed rich, the sort of rich Arran had lived amongst before, the sort of rich Ben was, the sort of rich that for the most part she hated bitterly. Scrunching up her face Arran could feel the anger building, bubbling up inside, rising, and taking over, an explosion primed to blow. She had to squash it; she had to squash it now. Normally she dispersed her anger or despair with music, loud and fast, the words painting how she felt in bright colours on her heart. Taking a deep breath Arran reined in her anger, calming down, reminding herself that here and now was not the time, and anyway; as far as she knew the boy who'd just walked in wasn't like the rest, it was always a possibility.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "Huh, no one's ever been really interested in my plushies.." or me.. He muttered afterwards, a bit more sad when saying that to himself. "First favorite is Cirno, she's an ice fairy, second favorite is Remilia Scarlet, Flandre's big sister, awfully close to first place, and third is Suwako Moriya, goddess of the Moriya Shrine." He said, bringing up his phone and showing pictures of the three, as well as Flandre. Remilia Scarlet Flandre Scarlet Suwako Moriya Cirno (Cirno is in my signature and profile picture, but here you go) "Erm....yeah....the games have no male characters what-so-ever, but they're pretty great games..." Xander said his redness on his face returning.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE When you're like me, Arran thought, you gotta have something to be interested in, even if it was a random person who'd piqued her interest. Xander showed her pictures on his phone of the characters he was describing. All pretty girls. Arran grinned, "No boys what so ever? Sounds like heaven. …Unless of course you're me and don't really like girls." She thought about if for a second, "Although I guess if they're from a game than they are probably better than real life." She was smiling sadly again. Today was a good day; as of yet she hadn't yelled at anyone or disappeared to sob, or rage somewhere. Not to mention Xander was interesting, and for Arran interesting was always a good thing.</s> <\|message\|>Sophia Vollstandig Sophia Vollstandig The girl, whom Sophia now knows as Renee, shook her hand, answered her apology then asked her a question. "Yeah, I'm a regular. I come here often to buy books, stationery, and other things. Though I also just come here to read," she replied Renee's question, grinning wide remembering the frequency of the last part. "I'm guessing this is your first time here? I've never seen you here before," Sophia asked.</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "From what I've seen, yeah, they're better than real girls...maybe cuter too..." Xander says, rolling his eyes somewhere else as to try and prevent and ease his emabressment. "Anyway, besides being in a band, what else interests you, hm?" He said, his now focused on the pretty rich boy, seeming to stare at him for a while. He only cuddled his plushie even more, as to attract attention to himself, though this time on purpose, what was he planning?</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "What else interests me? Hummm………" Arran thought about it, "Well Music, obviously. And I guess, reading, cooking, and wandering. I quite like sport, but I don't really play any, Horse riding's fun but I can never control the horse so I don't really bother. Watching movies, as long as there's no romance. I quite enjoy doing a lot of things, but mostly I do it by a moment at a time basis, if it interests me right then, then, I am interested by that. Sad, I know, but it works." She frowned. "And you." She stated bluntly, "Right now you interest me. You cuddle her" she nodded at the doll, "In public, but then are embarrassed for being caught. You look lonely but haven't admitted to it, and you don't" she paused here for a second "seem to like rich people." Arran gestured slightly to the boy Xander had been staring at. "Not to mention, you didn't seem to mind overly much when I just dropped in at your table."</s> <\|message\|>Xander "Vega" Chaser Xander "Vega" Chaser Inventory: Backpack, School Supplies, Flandre Scarlet Fumo Plushie, Wallet, Phone, Earbuds --- "M-me...?" Xander said, a bit curious before hearing Arran out, and then replying to her statement, quite annoyed. "Ay! Wait right there! First off, I am NOT lonely!" Xander said, obviously denying it as he looked at Arran in a sort of anger, sadness, and annoyance, he beared his teeth, clearly not liking to go on this subject. "Second of all, I don't CARE what people think about me cuddling Flandre-chan, I was SURPRISED to find somelne directly 'catching' me." He said, this was half true. "You could call me 'friendly' if you're wondering about how I don't overreact to you sitting here. And last but not least; I don't care if you're rich or poor, I care about how you ACT, and I can tell by looking at him that he may be another wimpy snob who can't hold himself in a fight." He said, letting out a sigh of annoyance upon finishing. The last few words he said were unusual, coming from a boy who cuddled his plushies in public.</s> <\|message\|>Arran White ARRAN WHITE "Ok, Ok, Ok, don't get your knickers in a twist." She threw up her hands "You better accept it when someone approaches you offering to be a friend. They don't come often and when they do they stick around. It's not fun being lonely, I should know, and If you want me to find you interesting for you, I'll have to know you for you." And here she smiled sadly, "Most people only see what's on the surface, and I admit I'm one of them, but I try, I do try." She could see how he had miss read her intentions but couldn't work out how to fix it, a single tear leaking out her eye she pushed the chair back, "Thank-you for your time, I'm just going to excuse myself." Flicking her head to clear off the tear, she headed to the bathroom, trying not to burst into sobs, It wasn't Xander's fault, she simply was too emotional, it was too easy tip her into this state. Running the tap she looked at herself in the mirror, a lonely girl who just wanted out.</s>	<\|message\|>Maxwell Ryte Maxwell put down his phone and looked towards Daniel. "Oh, I'll just have a water, please." Maxwell caught some weirdos staring at him a bit, though he was used to this. Who didn't want to look at the best guy in the room? Though, Jeeves usually watches for any "unwanted attention" from a distance.</s>
<\|description\|>Caerulea Vollständig Alias: Kryos Age: 18 Power: Cryokinesis - The ability to slow down the movement of atons/particles in matter to alter their temperature, producing cold temperatures. Limitations/Weaknesses: -Her power also acts on her emotions, so even the slightest bit of emotional instability (e.g. when irritated) will cause her to unintendingly use her powers. Therefore she mostly stays away from people to avoid conflicts. -She feels cold all the time Appearance:</s> <\|message\|>Lilly Moore Glancing up at the door Raven's wings twitched, spreading slightly before settling back between her shoulder blades, the black feathers glistening in the artificial light. The room was large, but simple; four walls all plain off-white with no windows to be seen. This was the 'Muta-Gen Project' section of the building, so the walls were thick and soundproof and there was no natural light or a single window to be seen in the entire section of the building. This was the recreational room of the section; it had two single white doors reinforced with steel; one led to a small bathroom and the other to a hallway that led to the other living areas. A group of New-Ins were due today. At least she guessed they were, it was always a little hard to tell in here, what with everything being controlled by external forces and no real light to tell when time passes so the schedule was the only thing she had to go off. She had lost count of the days she'd been here, had no idea what day it was, month, year even. She had no idea how old she was anymore. Glancing over at the corner she grimaced slightly, unsure what was worse; to remember the outside world and have a chance to miss it, or to never know that freedom at all. She'd never heard the small girl in the corner speak, so only knew her as 'Sabrina' which was what a lot of the guards referred to her as. As usual she sat in the corner quietly, drawing strange pictures at a little table that had been set up for her. Apparently she was a psychic, again all this was just things she'd picked up from bits of conversations, she'd never actually seen her use any of her powers but had mostly given up on trying to talk to her. She only ever got the silent treatment or nods and shrugs. She couldn't really hold it against her though it must have been hard growing up in a place like this. The door opened and she looked up again, glancing over the new arrivals. Standing up she walked over to them, her wings extending very slightly as she walked. It was a small group this time, four all fairly young looking adults. Stopping in front of them she smiled gently. "Hi, look I know it's probably not much consolation for all you've gone through but I wanted to welcome you to the project. My name is Lilly, but most people around here call me Raven for fairly obvious reasons. If you need anything, have any questions; feel free to let me know. I was one of the first arrivals here, so I am used to getting New-In's like yourselves settled in. Oh… sorry New-In's is the word we made up for newbies. Sorry about that."</s> <\|message\|>Johnathan Amyas "Call him Sanguine." "Why?" "By definition, the word means a 'blood-red' color. And after what we've seen him do, what we've made him do, it seems appropriate." "Should we give him any medication? He's gone several days without anything and his powers are fairly limited at the moment. Aren't you afraid that he might die?" "He's lasted this long. A couple more days won't kill him. He's strong." John shivered profusely; his arms shaking, sweat dripping off his brow, eyes completely bloodshot. He couldn't struggle, there was no point. The bright white light of the room he was in burned his eyes, made his head want to explode, every sound was the volume of a freight-train. The cold, metal table he lay on send pricks of cold up his naked torso; it would have offered relief if it wasn't so uncomfortable. While he waited his mind attempted to recall anything beyond the last few days. The last thing that he remembered was waking up at home, having breakfast, getting ready for work, and then answering his front door. Then he woke up somewhere and had no idea about what had happened. He only remembered… Pain. Whoever was doing this to him really wanted to know what made him tick, really wanted to know how he could do what he did. He'd never had so much blood taken from him at one time, and with his anemia, drawing too much blood was never a good thing. They'd pumped him full of vitamins and electrolytes and all kinds of other drugs but nothing to satiate his hunger; he was, quite literally, starving. They'd taken to calling him "Sanguine" which, after he heard two people talking about it, he found quite fitting. He would have even found it enjoyable if his brain wasn't being poked around in. This went on for, what he could only assume, days but it could have been even longer. Eventually he was moved, on a gurney no less, to a room where he was instructed to put on bright white clothing. He felt like a test subject. But at this point he basically was. He was then guided out a doorway into a brightly lit, off-white, corridor occupied by 3 other people. He didn't make eye contact, believing it was some sort of test and if he screwed up he would have his brain prodded again. The walk seemed, to him, go on forever. Every step he took was like a hammer to his temples, his heart pounding in his chest – and not by his own accord. The hallway came to an end at a reinforced metal door. 'Another holding cell…?' He thought. The door clicked open and buzzed, the sound was torturous on his ears and it made him almost keel over in pain. It opened up into another brightly lit, off-white room. From what John could tell, there were only two other people in the room: a young girl, curled up in a ball in the corner, and a woman probably not much younger than himself. The startling feature of the young woman, which he refused to believe because of how he was being treated, was her massive black wings that twitched as they entered. He glanced to his right, feeling the whole world swim around him. His head was heavy; it reminded him of being drunk on whiskey except this wasn't nearly as enjoyable. Come to think of it, neither was being drunk on whiskey. "I know it's probably not much consolation for all you've gone through but I wanted to welcome you to the project." The woman said. "My name is Lilly, but most people around here just call me Raven for fairly obvious reasons…" John tuned her out. 'Great…another cheerleader.' He thought. It hurt to think and trying to interact with anyone and formulate words would be futile. He stumbled over to the right of the room, trying desperately to find a wall to grab onto. He felt the side of the wall and tried to lean up against it but he misjudged the distance and tumbled to the ground. He thrust his arms out in front of him and managed to stop himself from falling completely to the ground but his weight was too much for his weakened state. John collapsed on the off-white floor and proceeded to pull himself along the ground the few inches that he had missed and leaned up against the wall. 'Oh shit…' He felt his stomach churn, his whole world spinning. John expelled what little was in his stomach onto the floor beside him, which wasn't much seeing as how the only thing that had sustained him over the past…well…however long, were liquids. Strangely, he felt better after vomiting, but not by much. He felt good enough to speak even just a little. "Food. When do we eat…?" He said weakly.</s> <\|message\|>Edward Williams "Do you know how hard it was last time to get him still?" "No, but now I know. Edward is a feisty bugger." "No, don't use his real name. It'll start getting personal after awhile. Call him Blur." "Why? He'll sound like a superhero or something." "Call it Blur, because that's all we can see when it gets serious and so the others will know to be careful around him." "Look, he's awake now." "Gas'em, we'll give it another sedative before we can move it." Edward suddenly felt even dizzier, his already blurry vision left him as he slowly lost consciousness. After what seemed like a short nap, the kind he would have during school, he awoke to find himself being nudged into a hallway. He knew the medication or whatever chemicals they had given him had already worn off, or were losing their effectiveness. Making his way through the door at the end, along with the others, he entered another white room. A white room? Am I in an asylum? In no time at all a winged girl approached him, or rather the group, and greeted them attempting to give them a warm reception. "The project? So you do you know what's going on? I don't remember much aside fro.." Edward was interrupted as another person in the group began to vomit onto the floor, the boy jerked himself further away from him as he expunged his previous meal, the man on the floor then weakly asked for food. Feeling his own stomach rumble slightly Edward couldn't help but sympathize, although he was slightly disgusted by the vomit on the floor he carefully attempted to lift him up. "I'm with him, when does lunch come?" Edward asked as he gingerly reached out to the man.</s>	<\|message\|>Caerulea Vollständig "Impressive, she survived." "What did I tell you? Kryos is strong. Her will seems to be playing a part too." "Shouldn't we give her a break? She's been really cooperative." "Well, I suppose so. Send her to the recreational room, then bring in another subject. Oh before that, reward her with some glucose injection. It's been five days since the last one." The freezing cold water in the cylindrical water tank was drained, causing her to be sprawled across its base. The transparent glass door opened, and two men in lab coats pulled out the oxygen mask on her face and the waterproof wires that were attached to her body. Caerulea was then given a towel to wrap around her cold, trembling, and naked body. She did so, exhaustion evident in her movements and expression. She was panting, and her breaths formed mists as they came out of her mouth. Over the past few days, she might have adapted to the freezing temperatures of the water they submerged her in, but being in there for the past five hours made her exhausted still, plus the fact that her energy was all spent long before. They had experimented on her ever since she was brought here, the experiments mostly based on cold temperatures. They had also taken blood samples and studied her brain, all without giving her any food. They did inject some glucose in her at some point, but that was it. There was plenty of water, though. She didn't resist as she thought it was useless, and would only waste her energy. With that, she was injected with some glucose and given some bright white clothes to wear, then guided out of the room to a corridor where there were three others who were also guarded. They led them to a white door reinforced with steel, which Caerulea figured was the one leading to the recreational room. The guards opened the door, ushered them in, then closed the door shut. She and the others were greeted by a woman looking some years older than her, smiling and introducing herself as Lily. She was surprised at the raven wings that slightly extended as Lily greeted them. Glancing around the large, white-painted room, Caerulea saw another girl in a corner, sitting at a table and drawing something. One of the people who were with her vomited out some liquid to the floor, causing her to scrunch up her nose, but she knew that he had probably gone through a lot too. One other person who was also with her before reached out a hand to the man to help him up, and said something about food. "Yeah, I'm sure we'd all like to eat. Do they serve food here? Also, we're in a project?" She questioned.</s>
<\|description\|>Leneas Solomon Gender: Male Age: 17 (20 in the original timeline) Race: Half-Human, Half-Demon Appearance/Image: He's 1.60 metres tall. Bio: Previously a fun-loving member of the village guard, the demon invasion turned him into a hardened warrior and the leader of the human anti-demon Alliance. He led a group of heroes into a suicide mission to save the humanity from the demon invasion, but saw all his friends die, and he himself would only triumph over the demon lord by barely an inch. He's the son of a demon/human pairing, and brought up for a while in the demon lands, so he's somewhat aware of how demon cultures work. Personality: TBC</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas stared at his left arm. It laid beside the corpse of the Demon King, and he had to turn his head to the right to see it. He had won. They had won. Even though they had lost so much. Cassarah and Raine died together at their last stand upon a bridge against their demonic pursuers. Sam took a fatal hit meant for Leneas, and was irreversibly damaged. Jochi ran out of arrows, and was forced to improvise with melee weapons. Unfortunately, he did not survive. Leneas stared upwards at the Demon King's throne, smiling. Perhaps in his dying moments, he started to see things that weren't there. A glow, coming from the throne. Was it a ball of light, he wondered. He stared at it as it approached him, floating soundlessly in the air. In better days, he would have reacted. He would have asked Cassarah for her opinion, and attempt to analyse it on his own. But in the final minutes of his life, he just closed his eyes. They won. Everything ends. ----- The ground suddenly felt softer. Even a little bit bouncy. Leneas raised an eyebrow even before his eyes opened. A wooden ceiling, soft sheets upon a cosy bed, and... was this his room? In his house? Leneas got up and stared. Dying dreams were getting realistic. Everything was there, in its usual spot. A painting of him and his mother, smiling together hung on the wall. He recalled the day he had to run from his hometown of Arcus. When everyone was dead or dying on the floor from the demons that attacked, snatching this painting from the wall was all he could do. "How cowardly. I think this painting's here just to remind me of my failures," Leneas laughed cruelly at himself. When the demons attacked in proper force, slightly less than 2 years ago, the villages on the border fell like dominoes. Arcus was no different, and even the Duchy of Savoyard fell too quickly. Even a hastily formed alliance between Ishgardia and Loris barely held the line. The door opened, and a young woman looked in. "Brother, why are you crying?" she asked. Brother? The girl standing at the door was Kelli Solomon. His half-sister. Pure human. Her brown hair and blue-eyes matched his own, and most people called them pure siblings at first glance. And she died at Arcus, too. If this was a dying dream, perhaps the last thing Leneas could do was hug his sister. With tears in his eyes, he rushed Kelli and hugged her. She felt real. Everything felt real. Good enough. "Brother?! Brother?!" she yelped, struggling against his tight embrace. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!" She launched her first to his cheek, shattering his grip and toppling him to the floor. Kelli panted for a few moments, before yelling again. "Give me a freakin' warning next time, you crazy bugger!" Kelli stormed off. Leneas held his cheek in his hand. It stung from the punch. Did dreams hurt? Something else felt off too. He reached to his lower back and touched it. The demonic tail, the one he grew when he was 18 years old, was gone. Did he become human? "No." An opportune glance towards a mirror told him everything he needed to know. "I'm 17 again. Did... I... travel into the past?" ----- Standing at the village gate, Leneas stared hard at everyone passing by. "Leneas, you're kind of on guard today? Did something happen?" asked Lee, the other guardsman beside him. Just as young as Leneas, Lee survived Arcus, and he managed to lead a group of survivors all the way from Arcus to Ishgardia before dying of his wounds. Not bad for a lazybum village guard. Leneas never expected that when he saw the badly injured Lee at the gates of Ishgardia, and even knowing the truth did not help the incredulity of the feat. He recalled an off-handed comment of Cassarah. "I went to Arcus once. 3 years ago. I think I saw your face once, Leneas, but I didn't notice you at the time." Cassarah Vincent discovered the prophecy of the Demon King. That a demon, uniting the demons, would lead an invasion at the head of a massive host against the humans. No one believed her at the time, and she was too late, too. A single month after her prophecy, Arcus fell. He needed Cassarah. He loved Cassarah. But he needed Cassarah, more than he loved her. "Jeez, it's going to be awkward," Leneas mumbled to himself.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Arcus...the village of Arcus...Why did my mother always insist that these kinds of villages are smelly? Cassarah thought idly while she walked down the dirt road through the main street, If anything, cities are worse. Filth everywhere... She stepped over a fresh pile of horse dung reflexively after almost stepping it, momentarily reconsidering her opinion. I suppose there are similarities. Cassarah decided to keep an eye to the ground as well as the buildings around her for further obstacles. She was looking for a wise woman who apparently eyewitness to a large form of demon from a raid decades ago. No one had really gone out of their way to document the demon, so Cassarah had been following its trail for a while. Thankfully, no difficult institutions had caught wind yet. All she would need to do after this was take her material back to Savoyard and add the extra chapter to her secret treatise. It was really a shame that she could not gather more information, let alone see the demons for herself. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that the directions Cassarah was provided to find the wise woman were too ambiguous to follow. She wandered around for too long, wasting much of the day. Once she had looped back to the market for the third time, she sighed and resigned herself to asking directions. There was a guard nearby patrolling for pickpockets that would do. She tapped the man on the shoulder and he turned to reveal a thick moustache sticking out from the front of his helmet. "Can I help you, miss?" He said in a friendly enough voice. "I was wondering if you could help me find a residence," Cassarah said with an impatient frown at her lack of progress today. The guard blinked and nodded despite Cassarah's expression. "Of course, who are you trying to find?" Cassarah managed to cover her surprise at these villagers knowing where everyone is. She wasn't used to small towns. "A wise woman by the name of Sheera? I believe she reads fortunes." "Oh, that old goat? She's got her hovel not too far from here, what you have to do is follow the road until..." The guard continued pointing and gesturing while he gave directions. Cassarah took it all in, but caught the eyes of another pair of guards watching on. One of them in particular seemed to be giving her the strangest of looks. After she had received the information she needed, she nodded curtly to the guard and started on her way. She pulled up her cowl while she walked past the guards. She hoped they had not caught wind of her business here.</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas spotted Cassarah from a metaphorical mile away. She conversed with a patrolling guard, and apparently he seemed to be giving her directions. Even without the words, he was pointing towards the seedy shack that his mother called a shop. Sheera Solomon was a shady fortune teller, and his mother. She apparently adventured in the demon lands a long time ago, and spent a few years in a demonic village with her first son. Himself. Fortunately, his demonic traits did not appear until he became 18. Unfortunately, it meant that no one would listen to him and Cassarah until it was too late. "Lee, I'll be back in a moment," Leneas lied. Well, he probably did. A conversation with Cassarah might take some time. Walking briskly to Cassarah, he popped himself in front of her. "Cass!" he cried out, before instantly regretting that outburst. There was no way he would know her name right now. He didn't even see her face in the previous timeline this day. He just started grinning, if only out of nervousness. "Do you... uh... uh... crap... uh..."</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Cassarah even went as far as to pull on the side of her cowl that was facing the two guards. If she was lucky, she wouldn't be stopped. Her heart sunk and her pace quickened as she heard the footsteps of one of them approaching. She didn't need to deal with this right now, she just had to be on her way to see that damned wise woman. Then he said something that stopped Cassarah in her tracks. Her staff hovered over the ground right before it was going to land again. This was too strange to ignore now. She slowly turned her head, one eye spied the guard with brow that spoke of equal curiosity and anger. She turned the rest of her body until she saw the man with both her eyes and looked at him with her head angled to one side. She hardly heeded him tripping over his own words as she gave her own response, slowly and with menace. "What did you just call me?" The tip of her staff began to glow faintly as she prepared to flash the guard's eyes to disorient him if he made any sudden moves. The only one who ever called her 'Cass' was her riding instructor. He died two years ago. The guard appeared to be having trouble even speaking at this point, so Cass threw another question at him. "Who the hell are you?"</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas learned an important lesson today. When travelling into the past, he had to differentiate between the types of knowledge he knew from his future exploits and tragedies. This was something he was not supposed to know, and he definitely screwed up by blurting it out loud. Cassarah was on the defensive. Her staff glowed with her signature non-lethal flash spell. "I... I..." Leneas began stumbling over his words, even more so. Cassarah was a fearsome foe, and even as a half-demon, he had trouble matching her in magic. And that was when he was at his peak of his abilities, before the suicide mission. Oh right, his mother! His mother was a fortune teller. Well, she was a hack pretending to be a fortune teller, but he could use her. He sighed audibly and wiped a hint of sweat off his brow, as if he felt a lot safer. "My mother, the fortune teller. Sheera Solomon! She predicted a woman called Cass would see her today! Don't hurt me, please?" said Leneas, before ending his speech in a meek squeak of a sentence. He kept grinning even more nervously, and the sides of his cheeks began to hurt even more.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent "She predic-?" Cassarah let out the rest of her breath and looked away, shaking her head. She had been in contact with the woman via courier message. Mrs Solomon's reputation for being relaxed about the truth was beginning to become apparent. Cassarah sincerely hoped that it was not a bad idea to seek her out. At least the woman didn't tell her strange guard son why Cassarah was there, else she would be running from them or in manacles by now. Still, this guard's behaviour was thoroughly confusing. Was her spell so obvious that he thought she meant her harm? Cassarah decided to lower her staff to the ground calmly, but kept energy in the flash if she needed it. "I'm not going to hurt you, now leave me alone," Cassarah said simply, letting go of her anger. Cassarah turned to leave and her cowl-hidden expression spoke of nervousness while it was facing away from the guard. Please don't follow me, please don't follow me, please...</s>	<\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas had to follow her, somehow. If she was meeting his mother, perhaps he could get some into a more private conversation with Cassarah later. He wrinkled his face as he tried to think of some rationale that wouldn't scare the scholar off. "I'll bring you there, Cass." He popped beside her and grinned. "Don't worry, if you want a private chat with my mother, you've got it." He gestured to the direction of his mother's shop enthusiastically. 3 years of time certainly made him feel younger and more enthusiastic, and it was, at least, a world without a demon invasion yet. He waited in nervous, grinning silence for her response. Hopefully, that response would lack a flash spell.</s>
<\|description\|>Leneas Solomon Gender: Male Age: 17 (20 in the original timeline) Race: Half-Human, Half-Demon Appearance/Image: He's 1.60 metres tall. Bio: Previously a fun-loving member of the village guard, the demon invasion turned him into a hardened warrior and the leader of the human anti-demon Alliance. He led a group of heroes into a suicide mission to save the humanity from the demon invasion, but saw all his friends die, and he himself would only triumph over the demon lord by barely an inch. He's the son of a demon/human pairing, and brought up for a while in the demon lands, so he's somewhat aware of how demon cultures work. Personality: TBC</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas had to follow her, somehow. If she was meeting his mother, perhaps he could get some into a more private conversation with Cassarah later. He wrinkled his face as he tried to think of some rationale that wouldn't scare the scholar off. "I'll bring you there, Cass." He popped beside her and grinned. "Don't worry, if you want a private chat with my mother, you've got it." He gestured to the direction of his mother's shop enthusiastically. 3 years of time certainly made him feel younger and more enthusiastic, and it was, at least, a world without a demon invasion yet. He waited in nervous, grinning silence for her response. Hopefully, that response would lack a flash spell.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent And he's following... The guard's footsteps elicited a small sigh from Cassarah. She figured that this guy was probably just trying to help, and it was likely that her horrid sense of direction would get her lost again. She bowed her head forward and swallowed back a less civil response. "Okay, fine," Cassarah stopped and dissipated her spell without casting it, then looked at the guard without much patience, "Just so you know, my name is actually Cassarah." Cassarah held the guard's look for a few more seconds, glancing down the road and wondering why he still had that stupid grin. "Well, go on then. Take me to you mother."</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon He already knew her name. But he thought that maintaining 'Cass' would make a bit more sense. The new timeline gave him a reason to call her Cassarah now. Calling her Cass felt a little too intimate. He recalled the moments of pleasure, the moment when two were one underneath a starry night. She called out his name, and he called out hers. The name Cass reminded him too much of those times. Even when the images were long gone from his mind, he could imagine Cassarah's entire body, sans clothes, perfectly. And something else also rose when he thought of those times. Fortunately, the armour covered it. Leneas took the lead immediately, mainly so that Cassarah couldn't see and comment on his beet-red covered face. Fortunately, the hovel his mother called a shop was barely a few seconds away. "This way, Miss Cassarah." He paused for way too long when his mother's shop was in sight. Leneas began to think. He had a single year, before his demonic traits would manifest. He would only be humanity's last hope when they had lost everything else. He needed 3 things. Power. He needed to become stronger. In combat and in magic. Leneas needed to be the best, or at least, in the top 10, of both. Training was going to be important. He could still remember the techniques passed on by the masters who considered him worthy, but his youthful, still-human body was likely unable to fully leverage on these. Friends. The friendship and trust of Archbishop Claudius, Jochi and Dame Raine were enough to persuade the remnants of humanity to back Leneas against the demon invasion. Still, their support came too late for any meaningful victory. He needed them by his side, and early, and potentially the support of anyone else who died before they could come to support him. Money. There were things the first two could not buy. With money, he could buy equipment. Weapons. And most importantly, prestige and support. If the people sang his name with praises in a year, he could unite their support and present a united front against the demon invasion. Leneas must have spent at least 10 minutes in silent thought before realising that Cassarah had disappeared into the shop. "W-wait for me!" he yelled, rushing into the hovel. ---- Sheera Solomon was in her early forties, but a few magical tricks kept her young. She enjoyed her semi-youthful looks, but for appearances' sake in a shady fortune teller's shop, she wore a face-concealing shroud and held her illusionary-wrinkled hands above a crystal ball. "Tell me... what you seek?" the ragged voice of an old crone asked, never looking up to face her customers. Even if it was Cassarah.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Paying no more heed to the guard apart from a curt, "Thanks," Cassarah entered the fortune teller's residence and took a quick glance around. It seemed like a cosy place, but it just seemed so...stereotypically mystical. There were a few implements of magic, but many interesting shapes seemed to be mundane artwork. Nevertheless, Cassarah approached Sheera, getting down to business. "Greetings Mistress Solomon," She said in a less entranced tone than most of Sheera's customers were likely to sound, "I am Cassara Vincent, we talked over letters about my research? Would now be a good time to talk to you?" To her annoyance, the young guard bumbled in partway though Cassarah's greeting. She turned her head and shot narrow eyes at him. "Thank you for your help, guard. I need a moment with your mother," she said as if talking down to him. This strange young man was testing her patience.</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon "Oh, you're here!" Sheera's voice perked up as she looked up, and flipped down her hood. "Leneas, Cassarah!" His mother had retained her youthful, though she was in her early forties. The benefits of being a skilled magic user, he guessed. With a grin, she pointed at Leneas. Leneas cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. What did she have in mind, anyway? He didn't know what Cassarah came here for, only that she did. "What you need to know..." Sheera paused, as if for dramatic effect. "My son knows as well! Leneas, tell her everything about Astech!" Leneas gulped. Astech the Great was a great demon general. He was also his uncle, a brother to his father, Lucius. In the original timeline, Astech was one of the great demon commanders that spear-headed the initial invasion. It was only by the efforts of a brave knight of Savoyard that Astech was slain in battle. Sheera stood up, and shooed the two to a side room. Leneas's face turned beet red. The last time the two were in the same room, together... Leneas fanned his face as much as he could, taking a seat at the small table. He smiled the best he could at Cassarah. "So... what do you want to know?"</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent There seemed to be little that Cassarah could do as she was directed into a smaller one of the few rooms in Sheera's home. "Wait, hold on! I thought we were going to talk! Missus Solomon!?" She paid no heed. The door shut behind the two and Cassarah's brow curled worriedly. She placed a hand to her forehead and wondered how this day could diverge any further from what she had planned. "Okay," Cassarah sighed, putting her staff on the counter next to her, finding a seat opposite Leneas, and retrieving some parchment, ink, and a pen from her shoulder bag. Leneas, what a rural name, she thought. When she finally brought herself to look up at him, he was blushing like a forge. People didn't really blush around Cassarah unless she insulted them enough to make them furious. Unless this Leneas character had so much pride that he would explode from Cassarah's regular behaviour, that meant that perhaps he...Cassarah couldn't bring herself to think that far into it. The guy was probably just not used to being around girls. Leneas' question reignited Cassarah's suspicions that the guards were after her, so she was cautious. "Well, Leneas, what can you tell me about this Astech?" Cassarah asked in a tone that sounded less like she wanted to be rid of him and more serious and professional. Leneas' answer would decide whether he actually knew about demons or was involved in a sting to make her admit her business in town.</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas smiled a little bit when he thought about Astech. Not about the future, at least, of the original timeline. More about the past. Astech was a demon that towered over just about everyone, and a man who babied Leneas at every turn. He also taught Leneas how to use a sword and cast spells. "Well..." Leneas's voice trailed off. He wondered if he could mention all that to Cassarah. He didn't even mention that to anyone in his party in the original timeline. "Well..." his voice and thoughts went into the distance, again. Leneas could mention Astech's size, perhaps? His three eyes? His red skin, and ridiculously well-toned body? The horns? The tail? "Well... Where do we start... uh..." Leneas started grinning like an idiot again. A few hours in a nicer, less demon-invaded world, and he started to feel like a complete naive fool again. Wasn't there Cassarah's prophecy? The one that failed to convince anyone until it was too late. "Do you know anything about a demon invasion, Cass? I mean, Cassarah?" he asked. Leneas stopped grinning, though he was still pretty damn sure the awkward expression he had on his face was still too obvious.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent At first, Leneas sounded slow. Frustratingly slow. By the third 'well', Cassarah was about to start being more specific and ask about description, personality, powers, authority and such. Then he went and threw a question right back at her, an odd one at that. Cassarah habitually glanced over to her staff to double check that it was in reach. The only talk of a demon invasion was in some old text that claimed there would be some kind of demon king in ten thousand years from when it was written. Or was it five hundred? Cassarah was never good with the strange numeral system that the demons used. Either way it was nonsensical. Wait, Cassarah stopped herself from beating a hasty retreat, A guard would be far more smug if he wanted a confession out of me. Cassarah angled her head an eighth turn to one side in curiosity. "Demons don't war, they raid," Cassarah admitted, "They don't unite to war. To do that would require a...a..." Cassarah waved a hand in the air, trying to find the word, "A leader. A king. I don't think you would have to worry, Leneas. That kind of thing only happens in stories." Cassarah leaned forward on the table, "Now, I thought we were talking about Astech. Is that a specific demon? A variety you saw? Tell me." Perhaps Cassarah had said too much, but she would be able to get out of there if it turned out to be a guard out for cheap glory. She often didn't check herself when talking about the subject of her research.</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon He cursed under his breath, and his face pretty much made his feelings obvious. Cassarah didn't know. Not at this time. His mind raced through the possibilities of her knowing the prophecy. There had to be something he could do now. A year was too long to wait. Leneas looked at the impatient Cassarah, taken by sudden surprise by his question. This was going to be tricky. He wondered if he could try to guide her thoughts in the right direction. After all, she did mention that she knew something. "I'll make you a deal, Cassarah," Leneas leaned back now, a little more confident. He had a plan. "Show me a particular book in your collection, and I'll tell you everything about Astech." His smug smile became a little more genial as he waited for her response. "I'm related to this just as deep as you are."</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Related to this as deep as I am, what is that supposed to mean? Cassarah narrowed her eyes in confusion and suspicion. Technically, if the guard wanted to lynch her for researching demons, he had enough evidence as it was. Either he was trying to secure physical evidence or he knew more than he was letting on about demons. Perhaps he had read about them as well? Maybe this guard outfit was just a cover for someone in hiding studying in Cassarah's field. An idea crossed over Cassarah's mind that might test this guard's legitimacy. Her suspicious expression unfaltering, Cassarah spoke firmly, "I accept on one condition: Name the book you want right now." Most of Cassarah's resources were back in Savoyard, safely hidden away, but she had three books one her person in her bag. One was a demonologist's reference book with some profiles of common demons and demonic symbols, another was her travel and research journal, the last happened to contain the prophesy that would herald the end of human civilisation, if only Cassarah knew. The book with the prophesy was titled The River of Steel by a long dead scholar named Finnian the wanderer. There were other details in the book that Cassarah was trying to work out while she travelled, but she had skipped over the prophesy as being exaggerated nonsense.</s>	<\|message\|>Leneas Solomon The book was simple. Cassarah spoke so many times of it in the original timeline, Leneas could hardly forget it even if he tried to. "The River of Steel by Finnian the Wanderer. As a bonus, I'll even help you with the demon numerical system." Leneas did not want to mention it, but he found the human system harder to get used to that the demons'. Leneas got to explaining Astech. Leaving out personal details, he described the giant, red-skinned demon as he knew him. A lot of it was guesswork, and could hardly be applied to the broader spectrum of demons Astech was related to, but hopefully, Cassarah would be satisfied by it. 2 hours later, he finished his explanation. With an inward sigh to draw some breath into his parched mouth, he felt the dry sting of air upon his even drier mouth. "Crap, I'm thirsty as hell. Do you want to get a drink, Cassarah?"</s>
<\|description\|>Cassarah Vincent Here's my character as a draft. She's likely to change as the story progresses. Tell me what you think. Did you want to go with the whole 'together in the original timeline' thing? Gender: Female Age: 18 Race: Human Appearance/Image: Cassarah stands roughly 165 cm tall, wears plain dresses on her thin, bordering on gaunt, figure. Her magic is channelled through an ornate ash wood staff that stands as tall as she is. Bio: Cassarah has been a scholarly type virtually all her life. She was raised with a Lorisian family well-off enough to have her nose buried in books and scrolls in every waking moment. She would read about all manner of things; stories, religious texts, history. Much to her parents' dismay, training to become a proper lady and attending social events with the rest of the well-to-do folk was always seen as a chore to be put off. Since the age of fourteen, her marital prospects were seen as something of a lost cause with her reclusiveness. It took less persuasion than she anticipated to demonstrate what she had learned of magic and to be sent off across the sea Savoyard's foremost university. The first year of Cassarah's studies had her excel and become rapidly accepted in the academic community. She seemed to pick up more magic like she had done so in a previous life. After a while, one particularly fascinating subject caught her eye after exploring the vast library. The demon lands. At first, her study was secretive, as the religious influence on the world made demons a taboo subject due to the way they worship. After three years, she was eventually found out. Fortunately, she managed not to get kicked out just yet, but her reputation has been forever stained by the incident and she is shamed by half the academics that she meets. The unfortunate conclusion of the situation is that Cassarah may be one of the few qualified demonologists in the entire realm. That doesn't mean that she hasn't stopped researching in private. Personality: Those meeting Cassarah under normal circumstances would meet a girl who is somewhat quiet and withdrawn. She will talk if she has to, but would rather be doing something else. Cassarah has plenty of patience when she is on her own. When there's peace and quiet, she can fly through hours at utmost efficiency at almost any task she puts herself to. When she does it her way, with her rules, she is unstoppable. Any distraction, though, whether it is a chirping bird, a sweeping broom, or worst of all, a pair of chattering gossipers, puts her at unease. She can't get comfortable and swiftly becomes angry. This means that she tends not to suffer the presence of others for longer than she wants. However, this doesn't mean she is beyond caring. She becomes wilfully passionate about the objectives she sets herself, and seeks to complete them despite what frustrations or obstacles lie in her path. This unfortunately means that she hasn't learned to protect others from her own stubborn wrath, even if they are her friends. Virtually all of Cassarah's other expressions of emotion tend to be locked away behind experiences of scolding parents, maids, and governesses, to the point where she seems cold to most people. It is a mechanism for her to keep focus and control of situations, whether it works or not.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Arcus...the village of Arcus...Why did my mother always insist that these kinds of villages are smelly? Cassarah thought idly while she walked down the dirt road through the main street, If anything, cities are worse. Filth everywhere... She stepped over a fresh pile of horse dung reflexively after almost stepping it, momentarily reconsidering her opinion. I suppose there are similarities. Cassarah decided to keep an eye to the ground as well as the buildings around her for further obstacles. She was looking for a wise woman who apparently eyewitness to a large form of demon from a raid decades ago. No one had really gone out of their way to document the demon, so Cassarah had been following its trail for a while. Thankfully, no difficult institutions had caught wind yet. All she would need to do after this was take her material back to Savoyard and add the extra chapter to her secret treatise. It was really a shame that she could not gather more information, let alone see the demons for herself. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that the directions Cassarah was provided to find the wise woman were too ambiguous to follow. She wandered around for too long, wasting much of the day. Once she had looped back to the market for the third time, she sighed and resigned herself to asking directions. There was a guard nearby patrolling for pickpockets that would do. She tapped the man on the shoulder and he turned to reveal a thick moustache sticking out from the front of his helmet. "Can I help you, miss?" He said in a friendly enough voice. "I was wondering if you could help me find a residence," Cassarah said with an impatient frown at her lack of progress today. The guard blinked and nodded despite Cassarah's expression. "Of course, who are you trying to find?" Cassarah managed to cover her surprise at these villagers knowing where everyone is. She wasn't used to small towns. "A wise woman by the name of Sheera? I believe she reads fortunes." "Oh, that old goat? She's got her hovel not too far from here, what you have to do is follow the road until..." The guard continued pointing and gesturing while he gave directions. Cassarah took it all in, but caught the eyes of another pair of guards watching on. One of them in particular seemed to be giving her the strangest of looks. After she had received the information she needed, she nodded curtly to the guard and started on her way. She pulled up her cowl while she walked past the guards. She hoped they had not caught wind of her business here.</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas spotted Cassarah from a metaphorical mile away. She conversed with a patrolling guard, and apparently he seemed to be giving her directions. Even without the words, he was pointing towards the seedy shack that his mother called a shop. Sheera Solomon was a shady fortune teller, and his mother. She apparently adventured in the demon lands a long time ago, and spent a few years in a demonic village with her first son. Himself. Fortunately, his demonic traits did not appear until he became 18. Unfortunately, it meant that no one would listen to him and Cassarah until it was too late. "Lee, I'll be back in a moment," Leneas lied. Well, he probably did. A conversation with Cassarah might take some time. Walking briskly to Cassarah, he popped himself in front of her. "Cass!" he cried out, before instantly regretting that outburst. There was no way he would know her name right now. He didn't even see her face in the previous timeline this day. He just started grinning, if only out of nervousness. "Do you... uh... uh... crap... uh..."</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Cassarah even went as far as to pull on the side of her cowl that was facing the two guards. If she was lucky, she wouldn't be stopped. Her heart sunk and her pace quickened as she heard the footsteps of one of them approaching. She didn't need to deal with this right now, she just had to be on her way to see that damned wise woman. Then he said something that stopped Cassarah in her tracks. Her staff hovered over the ground right before it was going to land again. This was too strange to ignore now. She slowly turned her head, one eye spied the guard with brow that spoke of equal curiosity and anger. She turned the rest of her body until she saw the man with both her eyes and looked at him with her head angled to one side. She hardly heeded him tripping over his own words as she gave her own response, slowly and with menace. "What did you just call me?" The tip of her staff began to glow faintly as she prepared to flash the guard's eyes to disorient him if he made any sudden moves. The only one who ever called her 'Cass' was her riding instructor. He died two years ago. The guard appeared to be having trouble even speaking at this point, so Cass threw another question at him. "Who the hell are you?"</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas learned an important lesson today. When travelling into the past, he had to differentiate between the types of knowledge he knew from his future exploits and tragedies. This was something he was not supposed to know, and he definitely screwed up by blurting it out loud. Cassarah was on the defensive. Her staff glowed with her signature non-lethal flash spell. "I... I..." Leneas began stumbling over his words, even more so. Cassarah was a fearsome foe, and even as a half-demon, he had trouble matching her in magic. And that was when he was at his peak of his abilities, before the suicide mission. Oh right, his mother! His mother was a fortune teller. Well, she was a hack pretending to be a fortune teller, but he could use her. He sighed audibly and wiped a hint of sweat off his brow, as if he felt a lot safer. "My mother, the fortune teller. Sheera Solomon! She predicted a woman called Cass would see her today! Don't hurt me, please?" said Leneas, before ending his speech in a meek squeak of a sentence. He kept grinning even more nervously, and the sides of his cheeks began to hurt even more.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent "She predic-?" Cassarah let out the rest of her breath and looked away, shaking her head. She had been in contact with the woman via courier message. Mrs Solomon's reputation for being relaxed about the truth was beginning to become apparent. Cassarah sincerely hoped that it was not a bad idea to seek her out. At least the woman didn't tell her strange guard son why Cassarah was there, else she would be running from them or in manacles by now. Still, this guard's behaviour was thoroughly confusing. Was her spell so obvious that he thought she meant her harm? Cassarah decided to lower her staff to the ground calmly, but kept energy in the flash if she needed it. "I'm not going to hurt you, now leave me alone," Cassarah said simply, letting go of her anger. Cassarah turned to leave and her cowl-hidden expression spoke of nervousness while it was facing away from the guard. Please don't follow me, please don't follow me, please...</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon Leneas had to follow her, somehow. If she was meeting his mother, perhaps he could get some into a more private conversation with Cassarah later. He wrinkled his face as he tried to think of some rationale that wouldn't scare the scholar off. "I'll bring you there, Cass." He popped beside her and grinned. "Don't worry, if you want a private chat with my mother, you've got it." He gestured to the direction of his mother's shop enthusiastically. 3 years of time certainly made him feel younger and more enthusiastic, and it was, at least, a world without a demon invasion yet. He waited in nervous, grinning silence for her response. Hopefully, that response would lack a flash spell.</s> <\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent And he's following... The guard's footsteps elicited a small sigh from Cassarah. She figured that this guy was probably just trying to help, and it was likely that her horrid sense of direction would get her lost again. She bowed her head forward and swallowed back a less civil response. "Okay, fine," Cassarah stopped and dissipated her spell without casting it, then looked at the guard without much patience, "Just so you know, my name is actually Cassarah." Cassarah held the guard's look for a few more seconds, glancing down the road and wondering why he still had that stupid grin. "Well, go on then. Take me to you mother."</s> <\|message\|>Leneas Solomon He already knew her name. But he thought that maintaining 'Cass' would make a bit more sense. The new timeline gave him a reason to call her Cassarah now. Calling her Cass felt a little too intimate. He recalled the moments of pleasure, the moment when two were one underneath a starry night. She called out his name, and he called out hers. The name Cass reminded him too much of those times. Even when the images were long gone from his mind, he could imagine Cassarah's entire body, sans clothes, perfectly. And something else also rose when he thought of those times. Fortunately, the armour covered it. Leneas took the lead immediately, mainly so that Cassarah couldn't see and comment on his beet-red covered face. Fortunately, the hovel his mother called a shop was barely a few seconds away. "This way, Miss Cassarah." He paused for way too long when his mother's shop was in sight. Leneas began to think. He had a single year, before his demonic traits would manifest. He would only be humanity's last hope when they had lost everything else. He needed 3 things. Power. He needed to become stronger. In combat and in magic. Leneas needed to be the best, or at least, in the top 10, of both. Training was going to be important. He could still remember the techniques passed on by the masters who considered him worthy, but his youthful, still-human body was likely unable to fully leverage on these. Friends. The friendship and trust of Archbishop Claudius, Jochi and Dame Raine were enough to persuade the remnants of humanity to back Leneas against the demon invasion. Still, their support came too late for any meaningful victory. He needed them by his side, and early, and potentially the support of anyone else who died before they could come to support him. Money. There were things the first two could not buy. With money, he could buy equipment. Weapons. And most importantly, prestige and support. If the people sang his name with praises in a year, he could unite their support and present a united front against the demon invasion. Leneas must have spent at least 10 minutes in silent thought before realising that Cassarah had disappeared into the shop. "W-wait for me!" he yelled, rushing into the hovel. ---- Sheera Solomon was in her early forties, but a few magical tricks kept her young. She enjoyed her semi-youthful looks, but for appearances' sake in a shady fortune teller's shop, she wore a face-concealing shroud and held her illusionary-wrinkled hands above a crystal ball. "Tell me... what you seek?" the ragged voice of an old crone asked, never looking up to face her customers. Even if it was Cassarah.</s>	<\|message\|>Cassarah Vincent Paying no more heed to the guard apart from a curt, "Thanks," Cassarah entered the fortune teller's residence and took a quick glance around. It seemed like a cosy place, but it just seemed so...stereotypically mystical. There were a few implements of magic, but many interesting shapes seemed to be mundane artwork. Nevertheless, Cassarah approached Sheera, getting down to business. "Greetings Mistress Solomon," She said in a less entranced tone than most of Sheera's customers were likely to sound, "I am Cassara Vincent, we talked over letters about my research? Would now be a good time to talk to you?" To her annoyance, the young guard bumbled in partway though Cassarah's greeting. She turned her head and shot narrow eyes at him. "Thank you for your help, guard. I need a moment with your mother," she said as if talking down to him. This strange young man was testing her patience.</s>