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<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>Jun Himura
Kitsune inn
Jun chuckled as she noted the panic of the first girl, and the way Jugs tried to put on a brave front. In all likelihood, Chiaki did feel as if Jun wasn't that intimidating at all. Not that she was trying to be, to be honest. "Do you know who frequents this place?" She asked rhetorically, knowing that the girls had to be unaware if they thought this was just some inn they could spend their weekend at.
She sighed and sat down next to them, lowering herself until she could rest her head against the edge of the spring, reclined comfortably. "I guess the novelty of gossiping about me has worn off." She commented, more to herself than anyone, before gesturing at the exit, indicating the rest of the inn. "Sit along the corridor facing the garden tonight then. There'll be a show to watch."
"Chiaki and Ayano, is it?" Jun confirmed their names again, before smiling wryly. "I hope you two don't mind sharing the place with yakuza for the night. I'd stay away from the male guests if I were you."</s>
<|message|>Ayano Wakahisa
Ayano Wakahisa:Kitsune Inn
As Chiaki explained the situation to the newfound Himura person, Ayano couldn't help but just nod gently to Chiaki's words. When her cousin introduced both of them to the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Ayano just bowed lightly as she diverted her gaze to the intimidating girl, it was only when Chiaki whispered something to her while they were both lowered into the water. "She might like, be lonely all by herself, should we try and be friends or something?"
Ayano just shot a discontent glare at her cousin, beginning to doubt the value of their friendship. The girl just groaned before whispering back to her. "With that kind of tone and attitude, she's the kind of girl I would meet once in my life and never talk to again. If any of the stuff I've seen is valid, she's either going to kill us" Ayano paused for a moment to look back at the Dragon Tattoo Girl once more before returning to her cousin. "or she's just that 'grrr I'm tough outside but actually a really soft girl inside' trope". She said in a mocking tone. "And lonely? Really? I know lonely, if I was less of a recluse but still have very little social interaction, I wouldn't go to a hot spring inn situated miles away from Tokyo just to wallow in my self-pity, I'd do that in my bedroom." As she re-positioned herself, Ayano and her cousin were posed with a rather peculiar question from Himura.
"I dunno, people who want to relax?" Perhaps that wasn't the best answer when faced with a girl that looks like she could just beat you to a pulp. Jun then gestured somewhere around the exit of the hot springs and told them about some show to watch later on. Her interest piqued, Ayano looked back at her cousin with concern, as if to ask "Should we go and see?". Then, one word from Jun just made Ayano freeze in shock and terror, what did she say again? Yakuza? Did she just straight up say, "yakuza"? The boys with the big guns, straight up right in this inn?! Talk about inconvenience. Ayano quickly sank to the waters again and just stared in dumbfounded terror at her cousin, her whispers becoming frantic and her words becoming lost from all the panicked speed she's saying it in. "Shit, shit, shit! What do we do, what do we DO, Chi-Chi?!"</s>
<|message|>Noboru Yamamoto
Noboru Yamamoto-Da Rage
Noboru watched the shadow hit Matt. His vision blurred with red. His breathing got heavy. He huffed and puffed. He reached his limit on his playful facade.
"YOU'VE DONE FUCKED UP NOW BITCH. YOU BETTER RUN NOW." Noboru in his rage turned to Leiko. "Listen up here you huffy ass pretentious fucker! You better accept your damn shadow or i'll drag your damn shadow and shove the shadow down your fucking throat you hear me? If you can't handle a damn shadow rhen you don't even deserve to be the drama club president!"
Noboru raised his fists to his chest. One. Two. Three. He ran ahead.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! TAAAAKE THIS! OORRAAAAA"
He drove his left fist inward, twisting it as hard as he could go. He waited for Rui to bring down his hit as well.</s>
<|message|>Chiaki Nettu
*Kitsune Inn*
Chiaki Nettu
Ya-yakaza?! You don't need to be a genius to know what that means. Hit men, people put into sacks and thrown in the river. Ayanos' slight panicking wasn't helping the situation ether. Trying to reassure her cousin... (A-Aya-chan! Calm down. If what I've learned from movies is correct, as long as we don't get on a Yakuza's bad side, they've got not reason to come at us!) Suddenly realizing that the whispering may be interpreted poorly as something else by their knew found Yakuza hotspring friend, Chiaki quickly shifted and smiled. Nodding to what she had to say.
"Please, forgive my cousins' brash way of talking, its not quite often she talks to people face to face. She's normally behind a computer screen as such, this is the first time we've hung out since the begging of the school year." Chiaki put her hand on her face and made a shocked expression. "Oh goodness I appear to be ranting again! But. uh, yes thankyou! Thankyou for the for warning about the Yakuza men, if anything happens I'm sure there will be a lovely glass or porcelain object we can bob them on the head with... ahaha.. ahaha ha..."
Shaking her head, whilst simultaneously shaking her body to swish around the water, she questioned the show that Himura mentioned.
"Oh a show! How quaint! I'm sure it'll be quite lovely, what do you think Aya-chan, she we watch it together?" Said Chiaki as she smiled sweetly with an expression that was rather forced.</s>
<|message|>Masahide Saji
Ferrero Mall26/4/15
"There goes Masahide again! It's a wonder that walking ghost doesn't scare people off."
"I know, he looks so ill… I wonder why security lets him sleep on the benches like that?"
If Masashide had overheard this conversation once, he'd heard it a hundred times. Every day it's the same thing, people calling him specter or a ghost… At least until they ask him to tutor them. Being one of the top students in the school had earned him attention- mostly from those looking to leech of him- but he didn't care. All he cared about was passing his classes with the highest marks possible and it's off to assist the town's folk. Just the other day he had volunteered to assist cleaning up the amusement park, and had been there hours after he should've already gone home… What did he do then? Study for his classes until it was time to leave for school the next day.
Opening his eyes, he'd sit himself up as he stretched and yawned eyeing over the center plaza curiously. Seems he'd drawn a few spectators, mostly kids and classmates that stood and stared, all the while gossiping about his situations. But it wasn't an illness or depression, just simply fatigue. It had been at least 36 hours since the last time he slept, and these benches certainly didn't make it seem any shorter. Yet as he stood, he couldn't help but stagger his stance. Every muscle in his body flexed and ached, the soreness made it hard for him to even walk. You figure after years of this, he'd become more accustomed… That never happened though.
Walking past everyone without making eye contact, Masahide would begin strolling about the place. Though mostly to soothe the aches and pains in his legs, he'd come to enjoy just walking… There was a certain peace to it. Just like all the epic tales he's heard and read, it felt like just another step in his own saga. It gave him time to reflect on the things he had done and yet to achieve. If he was going to be a symbol of perfection, he had a long way to go. Yet he would never stop trying, someone would recall his name and remember it as something to aspire too… Someday.
It wasn't long after he started walking that Masa decided upon a change of scenery, after all, the countless eyes staring at him had become rather bothersome. Pausing a moment, he'd take out his phone and dial home. It wasn't long after he walked through the doors to leave the complex that his mother picked up the phone, "Saji residence."
"Hey, it's-" He wasn't able to finish a sentence before his mother lashed out him.
"Masahide! Where are you?! I just got a call from the mall that you've been sleeping on the benches again! Why didn't you come home last night?!" Most of this Masa didn't hear as he held the phone away from his head.
"I just called to tell you I'm heading to the amusement park. I'll be home later." Looking about the town around him, he'd attempt to recall the directions on how to get there. Slowly, his memory recalled the way as he began his walk.
"Do you want me to come pick you up? I could take yo-" The concern in his mother's voice was all to evident. Odds are if she came to get him, she'd take him to the psychiatrist again. Even his own mother thought this was a phase of some sort of mental illness that had beset him… She didn't understand
"No. I'll be fine."
"… Masa, you know I l-" halfway through her reply, he stumbled, dropping his phone, causing it to shut as it hung up the call. His body would shudder as the pain coursed through him. First his body was betraying him, now his mother was hounding him, and then those odd dreams of a one hand man in armor. Maybe he was going crazy… Catching his breath, Masa stood up and dusted off his clothes. Pausing a moment with a sigh of relief, he'd retrieve his phone from the ground as he opened it back up. Sure enough, a text message from his mother. 'I Love U, Masa."</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Ferrero Mall || April 26 SUN
While pacing around the mall, watching out for Golden Week sales that pique her interest, Shizuka's eyes caught a scene of a male teen stumbling and passerbys merely glancing and whispering at the unfortunate incident. A short flashback of last week played in her mind, herself being involved in a similar mishap as the boy and few kind souls coming to her rescue. Her ordinary self would usually be shy to approach and voice out her concern but having been experienced something similar not too long ago pushed her courage to ask if he needed any help.
Hesistantly approaching the now standing male, the raven haired girl neared to a distance where her soft voice could be heard. "Um... Are you alright? Do you require any assistance? O-Or a bottle of water perhaps?" While she spoke in a soft tone, the concern was still evident. Since her face was always half covered by her dark bangs when not cosplaying, people usually couldn't read her expression by face.</s> |
<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>Jun Himura
Kitsune Inn
These girls were handling the news better than she thought they would. Though in all honesty, yakuza weren't just gangsters. As long as Jun gave the word, none of her father's men would harass the pair of girls. Unless they were drunk, in which case her fist would be a decent reminder. The blonde haired girl chuckled before letting her down and draping it over one shoulder, letting the end of it soak in the water.
"I suggest you don't do anything of the sort unless you want to end up in real trouble." Jun warned the pair when their 'defense strategy' was mentioned. "I'll be here tonight, so if any of them get too friendly with you, just drop my name and tell them to sod off. I'll probably be having tea in my room after my part in this whole meeting is done, so why don't you join me if you want to avoid the mean gangsters?"
The menacing demeanor she carried was softening a little, now that she had her fun scaring the pair of them. She got up to leave, seeing that the time was near for her to take her place at the meeting. She turned back to the pair. "I'm not sure if you'll find me scarier than them though, after watching what happens in the gardens." She commented cryptically on her way out.
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Kitsune Inn Gardens//Evening
For most of the evening, she had her hair bunned up neatly, sat poised and elegant in her yukata as she entertained the guests her father was meeting with. Pouring them sake with a faked smile that they took to be charming and genuine. All of it grated on her nerves.
So when the time came for her demonstration of her strength, she had a lot of steam to let off. She walked into the gardens, dressed in her kendo gear and armed with a bokken. A ring was loosely demarcated by the spectators, her opponent stepping in at the same time she did.
"It is an honour to see your skill firsthand, Himarua-sama. I shall not insult you by going easy on a young girl." They bowed, exchanging compliments, though Jun couldn't tell if her opponent was being genuine about his compliment or if he was trying to make a veiled insult.
"And I shall absolve you of the shame of losing to one." Jun replied flatly, all of her irritation channeled into her fighting spirit.
The first exchange took place right after the judge declared the start of the match. It was vicious and brutal, neither party willing to hold back, especially not in front of the audience they had. Every blow was both testing their opponent's guard and a punishment for slipping up. Jun managed to dodge and sidestep most of his blows, but at the same time none of hers were really landing anywhere critical.
They broke off, the crowd cheering at how serious the fight was getting, while each combatant sized up their opponent. Jun was faster, more agile, but she couldn't match the raw strength or experience of her opponent. It would all come down to skill and who made the first mistake. Of course, she made the mistake of assuming they were going by conventional kendo rules.
Because when her opponent attacked a second time, he was aiming below the waist, at her knees, trying to knock her off balance. She stepped back nimbly, cursing her mistake. So that's how you want to play, huh? She cursed silently as she stepped back in and proceed to draw on all of her training. Her kendo instructor had been paid to teach her how to fight with a sword to injure someone instead of just for sport, and apparently her opponent was going for the same. Well, in for a penny, in for pound.
It was over in one movement. With impossible speed, Jun landed nine strikes successively, comprising the basic attacks one used to lethally wound an opponent with a real sword. Kuzuryusen., her mentor had called it. There was a racuous cheer of victory from her father's side as her opponent crumbled to the floor and gasped out the yield. Silently, her father was glaring at how her opponent had gone for her unprotected leg and possibly tried to cripple her.
Jun just turned and left, eyes scanning to see if the two girls really had come to watch.</s>
<|message|>Ayano Wakahisa
Ayano Wakahisa:Kitsune Inn
Ayano could do so little as her cousin faked that smile, making her grit her teeth. Seeing as there was no choice but to go along with her plan, she mustered up the most fraud smile she could, "Y-Yeah...It'll be t...t-totally...wacky!", the girl said with an obvious look of pain in her face, realizing her poor choice of words, the girl immediately said another word to replace her last. "I-I mean fun! Yes! F-Fun!" As Jun spewed more words fit for someone such as herself and made her leave, Ayano just faked the smile until she was gone and when she did...
She burst and flopped her arms open and laid down on the water, making her float lightly. She groaned and put her arms over her head, like a child being grounded. "Don't tell me we're actually going to see this freak show, Chi-Chi?" Ayano said as she glanced back at her cousin. If anything, the wisest course of action right now would be getting all of their stuff, go back home and make plans to move to the nearest prefecture. Sitting up in the springs, Ayano motioned to Chiaki and splashed some of the spring water in her direction.
"Look, you probably want to watch her cause she's all lonely and broody, right?" She sighed and stood up, slowly walking away from the springs. "Fine, I'll come with you, if it makes you any happy. But I won't enjoy it!"</s>
<|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Ferrero Mall || April 26 SUN
After the dismissive response the spiky haired boy gave, Shizuka's worry grew. With the pale, ill complexion the face of the boy had, there was no way to proclaim that he was perfectly 'fine'. The stumble just now could have proven this point but before the female student could point out anything, he introduced himself. To return the courteous gesture, she politely bowed with her hands clasped in front of her as she made her own introduction. "Li-Likewise, Saji-san. My name is Otonashi, Shizuka, a high school student." The soft tone of her voice made her timid nature audible.
While internally debating whether she should bother him any further after his clear disinterest of any assistance from her, Shizuka stuttered 'Um's while shifting her gaze from the ground to the boy, back and forth. Perhaps he could be well aware of his current condition? Did he just not appreciate help from total strangers? After a moment of conflict for what she should do in this situation, the raven haired female decided that she could not simply leave a troubled person alone. Maybe he had to see for himself how fatigued he appeared to be convinced he might require some assistance.
"I-I don't mean to trouble you any further bu-but your face shows clear signs of exhaustion. I believe it would be best for you to take ample rest, i-if not visit a doctor." While speaking, she dipped her hand into her purse to pick up a compact mirror, facing it towards Masahide to take a look at himself.</s>
<|message|>Masahide Saji
Ferrero Mall26/4/2015
Masahide raised a brow curiously, eyeing over the girl as she spoke. He noticed her rummaging through her things, though he offered no reply- merely watching to see what she was after. Once she withdrew the mirror, Masa couldn't help but chuckle. 'This is a random time for her to check her-', seeming somewhat surprised as she turned it in his direction. At first, he was disinterested, glancing away as he nearly turned and walked away... However, upon closer inspection of himself, he now knew the reason for her worry.
Honestly, it had been awhile since Masa took stock of his appearance. The dark circles forming under his eyes, the pale complexion, and the dazed look in his eyes. His daily routine didn't give him any time to preen himself too much, merely running a comb through his hair and putting on his best suit of clothes. Seems time was finally taking it's toll. Shaking his head with a subtle sigh, he'd turn to face her fully. Though still seeming somewhat rigid, he'd offer a subtle smile as he swept his hand through his hair.
"Yeah... I guess I'm looking a little rough." Shrugging his shoulders as both hand now found their way to the pockets of his pants, "Still, I'll be fine, truly. Just a little worn out- what with my schedule and all." Once again he'd raise his brow, "A fellow student? Which school? I attend Warakuma High, myself."</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Ferrero Mall || April 26 SUN
Masahide's initial reaction to the directing of her compact mirror was worrisome until he finally took a proper look at himself and confirmed Shizuka's claim. Slightly relieved that the sickish student was now aware of his current state, she hoped the other would take better care. She nodded in response to both statements, about how he didn't appear as healthy as he should and why he was in such a condition. While being a high school student, it wasn't unusual for Japanese students to be over busy with part time jobs, cram schools and such, perhaps he was one of the more busy ones.
As the name, "Warakuma High" was mentioned by the other student, Shizuka's lips formed a faint smile and her head tilted lightly to the side. "Oh! I'm actually a first year student at Warakuma High. I don't believe I've seen you before but it is delightful to be acquainted now, at least." She giggled softly, feeling less nervous speaking to a fellow schoolmate. "I-If you don't mind me asking, are you a freshman as well or perhaps an upperclassman?" The younger student asked curiously, since they were currently conversing about their school anyway.</s> |
<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Shinza Shopping Square || April 29 WED
A faint spring breeze blew along the streets of the shopping district of Warakuma, as a white, tulle layered, knee-length chiffon skirt fluttered lightly enough to sway the first few layers of the fabric. Its owner also wore a long sleeved, spring green knitted sweater with a pair of white colored wedge sandals to finish the current season's look. Since summer was not too long from now, Shizuka decided to go through her spring wardrobe more often. She might be an otaku but she dressed appropriately for the seasons but unfortunately not for the occasion, the movie screening day as an example.
The raven haired female dropped by the Shinza Shopping Square today not for her own shopping pleasure or enjoyment but to search in advance for an appropriate gift for mother's day in the next month. She walked past Game Over Arcade, unbeknownst to her, was where a Persona 4 Arena Ultimax tournament was on going. Not like the freshman ever gave a chance at playing a console game, but she was indeed aware of the existence of the aforementioned game, due to her interest of the Persona 3 series. Perhaps she would try by influence of others but not today, she focused on the windows of the shops that passed by her half covered gaze.
The clacking of the sandals ceased abruptly when a certain view entered her sight. A view of beautiful variety of flowers. Head tilted upward to see the name of the place to mentally take note of. Shirohane Flowershop. Got it. Wanting to take a closer look at the flowers and its costs, Shizuka entered the shop with a curious expression upon her face. While it wasn't a rare sight to see flowers around, she appreciated the beauty and the fragrance they each carried, unique to their own. Her appreciation didn't change the fact that she absolutely had no idea how plant care worked or which flower type was appropriate for different occasions. Perhaps joining the agriculture club would help her in such field.
The student decided that it was wise to ask the person in charge of the shop to advice her on this matter, so her bangs covered eyes parted from the flowers to approach the counter and voiced out her concern upon reaching it. "Um, pardon me? Would you happen to know which flower type would be appropriate as a mother's day gift? I-I'm afraid I have no knowledge of flower meanings, you see."</s>
<|message|>Gen Itoshi
Gen Itoshi
Monday, 27
th
, 2015 – Golden Week
Ferrero Mall
"I knew it!" Gen exclaimed as the other revealed his name. He knew he knew him. Masahide was known at school for having excellent grades. "You're a senpai from school! I... It seems really odd to see you without the uniform." Another apologetic smile. There was nothing to be apologetic about, though. He just did not recognise someone who he has not spoken with yet. "Anyway, pleased to meet you. I'm Gen Itoshi, first year." He added so as to make it easier for identification. It probably did not say anything to him, but it was worth a shot. "I've heard this movie is based on a game. Well, haven't played it, so I guess it could be exciting!" And there went his bus money, and any other money he had left. He was completely broke until he returned home.</s>
<|message|>Masahide Saji
Ferrero Mall27.4.15
"Yeah. It's not very often. But since we had the week off... Why the hell not?" Masa offered a subtle smirk as he gave his reply, continuing to step towards the cinema as the conversation with Gen continued, "A movie based on a game? Not very often you see those... Anime and books sure, but games?" With a shrug, Masa entered his destination. Walking up to the counter, he'd order up two tickets to the movie, paying for both before rounding to Gen with the vouchers in hand. It was then that he noticed Gen scrounging for something in his pockets, "Don't worry about it. It's on me." extending the extra ticket for the boy.
After the movie, Masa parted ways with Gen. He thought the boy odd, but then again so was Masa to many. Still, he wouldn't give it much more thought as his focus shifted to his upcoming kendo practice.
Game Over Arcade29.4.15
'Game Over Arcade, huh? That's not foreshadowing at all...' The humorous thought caused Masa to crack a subtle smile as he entered, eyeing over the other patrons as he scanned around for something. He knew there was a tournament going on today, and with a game he actually had some experience with. It would be the first time he had attempted something like this, merely having played online with a decent record, but it seemed this week had found Masa out of his comfort zone quite often.
It didn't take long for Masa to find the sign in sheet, walking over and marking his entry into the Persona tournament. In his head he attempted to recall his strategies, 'Jump in, mix up, safe finish if blocked. Jump in, mix up, Atlas into finisher for status effect. Empty jump to bait, low-high mix-' Over and over he'd mull over these actions in his head.</s>
<|message|>Noboru Yamamoto
Noboru Yamamoto-Warakuma Hospital- April 29 2015, 9:00 AM
Noboru scoffed at the idea that he wouldn't be able to pay for it. He had enough money to go around several times over. He followed her to the food joint of choice, taking a seat and getting ready. He ordered 3 burgers and looked at Akane.
"So. Are you gonna order anything? If you don't want to order, free is the best price."
He chuckled at his little joke, waiting for her. He decided to make small talk, because of how bored he was.
"So. How about that movie hmmmm? I mean, I never saw it but I assume it was quite a good movie. Or at least I hope so, otherwise those people paid money for nothing."</s>
<|message|>Shirohane, Kotori
Kotori Shirohane - Shinza Shopping Square: Shirohane Flowershop | Wednesday, April 29 2015
With a small smile and a soundless hum, Kotori adjusted some flowers on one of the displays around the shop - specifically, a selection of ever-popular red roses; moving them so that they'd both show their best appeal and also get the most of the sunlight shining in. Taking a step back only to then make another small turn or move some a little forward or backward, it would take a while before she was finally satisfied - much to the bemusement of her mother who had been watching the whole time from behind the counter. A bemusement which only grew when Kotori finally realised that she'd been seen fussing over such tiny details for nearly five minutes - even if it was a rather regular occurence, she still felt a little embarassed about it.
"I'll... take care of the new ones in the back," Kotori said, pointing to the door that lead to the back of the shop where most of the flowers were kept and looked after and where her mother, and occasionally she too, took up their Ikebana. With a shake of her head, however, Tsubame waved that notion off: "Actually, why don't you look after the shop whilst I do that instead?" she said, stopping her daughter mid-turn. "Ah, but..." came a weak protest but before Kotori could say any more, her mother had already stepped right up beside her and placed her hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her toward the counter. "Oh, don't worry, it'll be fine. And quicker too, judging by them," Tsubame said with a still amused tone. Kotori raised as hand as if to protest - but then lowered it again, given that she really couldn't say anything against it. "Geez..." she quietly sighed as she stood behind the counter - her least favourite part when it came to helping around the shop and one her mother seemed all too keen on making her do, judging by the chuckle she could hear behind her.
At least she could hope that her mother would be back to take over again before any customers showed up - though she was used to handling them, she still felt rather stiff and unsure about it; particularly when compared to the way her mother. An inaudible sigh escaped her lips - when a familiar sound interrupted her thoughts as the door was pushed open and someone entered the shop. Immediately straightening herself Kotori looked up to see who it was - only to be greeted with an unfamiliar face, at least what could be seen thereof underneath the long bangs. The girl looked to be of high school age, probably not much more than a year apart from herself, Kotori guessed, and seemed quite enarmored with the various flowers on display - she couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride when she passed some of the flowers she'd placed herself.
The small smile at the sight quickly turned nervous when the girl in question then stepped closer - and even more so when she addressed Kotori, inquiring about flowers suitable for Mother's Day. "A-ah, yes," Kotori quickly said, trying to keep her mother's tips in mind - a cheerful smile could go a long way - as she spoke. "Carnations are the traditional flowers for Mother's Day. Red or pink in particular, to show love or admiration," she explained with a little more confidence, if not volume, as ever when she came to talk about flowers. "If you'd like, I could show you some, Miss...?" she then said - with a lot less confidence and sounding a lot more stiff. Her mother had told her it was a great way to get customers to talk, but Kotori couldn't help but feel it sounded rather awkward when she said it; particularly seeing as the customer in question was of approximately the same age as herself.</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Shirohane Flowershop || April 29 WED
Not paying heed to the stiffness or the slight anxiety in the other's voice, Shizuka nodded in response to the shop keeper's offer. "It would be kind of you to, I would like to take a look at them myself." She said with a clearly excited tone, even with her usual soft voice. It was nice of the girl to show the mentioned flower to her since the younger student didn't have any idea on how carnations looked like. If she were simply given only the name, one could imagine her going through all the labels of each flowers in the place. Not that she would have minded taking her time to see each and every one, she had the time and it was pleasant to be surrounded by them.
Before following behind her to whereever the carnations were displayed at, Shizuka bowed her head lightly while introducing herself. "Oh, my name is Otonashi, Shizuka. Pleased to be acquainted with you! And you are?" As her hazel eyes wandered about, taking a look around at the vibrant colors the petals of the flowers had, she couldn't help but wonder something. While the other raven haired girl lead her to the carnations, Shizuka inquired about her curious thought. "Hm... If you wouldn't mind me asking, do you happen to grow these flowers by yourselves or does someone provide them for you?"</s> |
<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>Shirohane, Kotori
Kotori Shirohane - Shinza Shopping Square: Shirohane Flowershop | Wednesday, April 29 2015
"Alright," Kotori confirmed as she briefly wrote something down - presumably adding a quick note along the lines of 'pick up', judging by the way she mumbled those words too. As the girl then brought forth her wallet before handing over some money, Kotori looked over to the flowers to quickly check the price, too - whilst she'd always been good with remembering which flowers were where, the numbers attached to them were a little more elusive. Luckily though, Shizuka had the exact amount handy as she asked whether it was alright for both the flowers and the pickup. "Ah, yes, certainly," Kotori said, giving a bow as she took the money. "I'll set them aside on the day, Otonashi-san," she ascertained with a small smile - it was always nice to see people giving others gift flowers to make them happy.
Tsubame Shirohane - Shinza Shopping Square: Shirohane Flowershop | Wednesday, April 29 2015
Tsubame's wide smile slowly turned smaller and more thoughtful as the young man spoke upon seeing the bill - whilst what he said hadn't been beyond her expectations, the scope thereof had been. It was touching to hear someone so devoted to their family - and at the same time almost saddening to know that he'd be quite willing to go to the lengths he described. Tsubame stayed quiet as he spoke, no longer smiling but merely listening - but as he ended, a gentle one slowly returned. She could tell that Alexei took his debts very seriously and was going to see them honoured, no matter what.
"Dragunov-kun," she said. "You're right, I am undercharging you," Tsubame confirmed outright - it didn't seem right to make some excuse up, after all. "But please, don't think of it as a favour but rather an expression of gratitude on my side," she said before looking over to where Kotori and Shizuka stood, her smile widening for a moment. "You see, it was actually Kotori who asked in the first place and it's the first time she actually brought a friend along. And I think it would sadden her far more to know that you were having to go through hard times becaues of her. Besides, it's not like you haven't already offered your help, which is greatly appreciated." Her smile was taking on more of its usual cheer as she spoke.
"So if I may perhaps call in that offer at a later time and you'll continue being her friend, then I'm going to have to ask you to indulge this old lady wanting to dote on someone because her daughter just won't let her and make another family happy in the process. That would more than make up the balance." Though Tsubame spoke with a joking tone, it was clear that she meant what she way saying - that she intended neither to doubt Alexei and his abilities, nor was she going to be backing down on her part.</s>
<|message|>Alexei Dragunov
Alexei Dragunov | Shinza Shopping Center, Wednesday April 29th
He noticed her smile fade as he spoke what he had to. The elder Shirohane pondering over his words for a moment before gracing him with her ever present smile. It grew in radiance as she put forth her stance and her side of things. To think that he would be treated with such love from a stranger moved Alexei greatly. All his life, his height and his build had been enough to make him outcast. Coupled with his non-native looks, he was a Gaijin hoping to survive in the underbelly of the working and progressing Japan.
The fact that Tsubame Shirohane had considered him, even briefly, someone worthy of her affection was overwhelming. The mask that he had so shakingly put back on finally gave way. The tears that had welled in his eyes, silently dropped at her words. He bowed his head to hide his embarrassment and spoke to the patron of the store.
"I have your word then, should you need help with anything, anything under the sun? Please call on me, I'll be there as quickly I can. Also, should you ever require an extra hand around the shop, let me know. I'll send my sister over." His head bowed on the counter.
"You have my most heartfelt gratitude, Thank you." He left Three hundred thousand yen with Tsubame, amounting to a fifty thousand advance like last time. He turned to look at Kotori with still wet eyes and gave her bow before giving a strained smile back at elder Shirohane and leaving the store.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Warakuma Mall Centre
1/5/2015 Friday
It was the 1st of May now, and while shopping Rui spotted a performance taking place in the mall. It was an idol performance, there was a sizeable crowd there too, but not packed by any means. Then again, he remembered seeing posters all over the mall about this... It was a performance by 'Azure 5', it seemed to be an idol group from a neighbouring district. There were loads of idol groups these days, so this didn't strike him as strange. Though a performance may be one of the first for Warakuma, considering they usually came around for festivals instead or did tiny events at recreational centres. Though having one in the mall's central area was new. This mall was fairly new, so perhaps Warakuma was starting to simply become part of the metropolitan area of Tokyo. In any case, it seemed they were performing today.
There were 5 girls on stage, and the song was pretty energetic. There wasn't much else for Rui to say, except the uniforms were pretty cute, and it looks like they're popular enough to have some diehard fans up front. He noticed a couple of the people he's seeing in the crowd weren't even slightly familiar, it was possible they came from another area of Tokyo to see these girls perform. In any case, he stayed to watch a little.</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Shirohane Flowershop || April 29 WED
"Thank you Shirohane-san, I'll return then. Farewell for now and thank you once more for the stunning flowers for my mother." With a bow, Shizuka was about to excuse herself out of the shop when Alexei passed by her and Kotori with a pair of watery eyes. Not wanting to pry into personal matters, the younger girl decided against having a little chat with the Dragunov. She let the taller one let himself out of the door before leaving, with a slight bow towards the owner's daughter. Directing herself towards the pharmacy a few minute walk away, Shizuka's wedge heels clacked against the ground as she started on her way.
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Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Park || May 1 FRI
Petals of pale pink danced along with the wind as they gently landed on the ground, piling together as if to form a sea of vibrant pink hue. A lively laughter of girls sounded throughout the area, a group of three high school students sitting on a picnic mat with half emptied lunch boxes atop it as well. One of the girls, with short hair and bright tone, stretched her arms and folded them behind her head, landing backwards on the mat with a soft thud before exclaiming, "See? Wasn't it a good idea to go cherry blossom watching at the last few days of their bloom? We've got this great view all to ourselves to enjoy! ...
Though Nozomi's food was unappetizing as usual.
" Rinko, the girl who sent the invitation for the hanami, mumbled her last statement as quietly as she possibly could.
The cheeks of the friend with long twin braids hued into a light crimson color as she pouted with both hands resting on her hips. "Hey, I heard that, Rinko-chan! I-I may not be one of the best chefs around, bu-but I at least tried. It's a given that you'd have a talent for cooking with your family running an old Japanese fashioned diner." She sighed exasperatedly before stretching her arm to reach the can of cold green tea, popping it open before taking a sip from it. Shizuka on the side chuckled softly at the exchange of her friends, thinking to herself how they got along really well, at least, to her eyes. "Shizuka-chan, please tell me you're not agreeing to her comment, are you?"
Alarmed from having been asked such a question, Shizuka flinched slightly and attempted to recollect herself before stuttering out her answer. "Um... I-I wouldn't exactly say they're inedible, but they ce-certainly have a ... unique taste."
The girl lying on the mat burst out laughing with her hands holding her stomach area, she was just about to form tears at her eyes from the laughter when she sat up and wiped at her eye with a finger. "Pffft ahahaha, I say that's Shizuka's nice, subtle of way of saying the same thing I just said! Come on Nozomi, you gotta practice harder or else you can never hand your home ec cooking over to senpai. He might as well graduate before you get any good!~" Nozomi's cheeks became even brighter crimson as the current speaker nudged her elbow towards the blushing girl's arm. "Hey, why doncha just try that thing everyone's been recently gossiping about?"
Curious as to what this was about, Shizuka leaned forward and parted her lips, "A new rumor? What could this one be about?"
"Which one do you mean...? Ah! That thing about the coin toss in the park's fountain? Don't be ridiculous, Rinko-chan, throwing a coin into a fountain doesn't grant wishes like a fairy tale story. I'd rather die trying in the kitchen than to waste a spare change hoping for a miracle to happen." She rolled her eyes as she gulped down half of the can's contents. After few moments, she placed the empty can on the mat and continued, "I might as well spend that 'would have been wasted' coin on a new drink. Speaking of which, we're out of drinks, are you two thirsty?"
Not convinced by the sarcastic remark made by the student with braids, Rinko continued insisting of such rumor to be true. "But the rumors said there were more than one person who's been blessed with happiness from it! Like didja hear about that one class 1-3 girl, with no reputation whatsoever, getting together with the captain of the soccer team? I heard she wished on that same fountain before confessing! Oh oh! And this old man won the local lotter--"
Shizuka's raised hand paused the gossiping girl from speaking further as both of her friends' attention turned towards her. "Uh... I don't mean to interrupt you, Rinko-chan, but I'll fetch a new batch of drinks for us at the vending machine, if no one objects. I'm quite thirsty myself." Having both of the girls responding positively, the raven haired girl stood on her feet and started on her way towards the nearest vending machine with thoughts of the rumor keeping her occupied. This sort of rumors were pretty common even among her shoujo mangas, if they were based off of real life situations, there's bound to be some truth in it... right?
Just as she had these thoughts, the fountain that her friends were talking about came into view while on her way to the vending machine just minutes away from her current position. Shizuka stopped on her track towards the vending machine as she faced the water fountain, her hands clenching onto her baby blue chiffon dress. Was it worth trying? Will it actually work? ... Will she gain the courage to admit her secret? Seeing as there was no harm in throwing a mere 100 yen coin into the fountain, she faced back from the water spouting landmark (the method as she had seen in her mangas). With all her might, she tossed the coin backward into the fountain! .... or so she thought. Few seconds had passed but... no Plop? Did it miss the fountain? Maybe it hit something? .... or someone?</s> |
<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>Akane (Saito) Hanazawa
Akane Hanazawa // Warakuma High // Manga Clubroom
Thursday, May 7th, 2015
After School
"Well, given time constraints it couldn't be helped last time. Let's see..." as she flipped another page, he leaned in pointing to one of the characters, informing her that was the problem. "So that's what it was....Tomboy princess, huh? It's true that tomboy characters are girls who dress and sometimes act like a male but in this case, there isn't a shred of girlish behavior err femininity while tomboys usually have a little. Black Lagoon's 'Revy' is a great example. Throughout the majority of the story there's basically no trace of it but then it slowly starts to appear, especially during the 'Gangsta Paradise' Arc. Though, that really doesn't mean anything in regards to a 'tomboy' character because it depends on the story or setting of your character."
"Take Balalaika (also from Black Lagoon) for example. Was there any trace of femininity there? Of course not, one would break into laughter using that word to describe her. Unless you actually want her to be charming and Lady like, you should draw her as you see fit. If not, If you're really having trouble with it, find yourself a 'model' for her, Alexai. What I mean is, find someone, whether in real life or another medium, and Model the character after them. All authors, especially mangakas, model the characters, whether its the hero, heroine or supporting character, after someone they've known or encountered at some point in their lifetimes. Especially if its someone they love(d) dearly, which the usually do in regards to the hero(ine)s."
Pausing for a moment as she reclined back and stretched a bit, she continued, "Having said that, if that's no good and you're still having trouble and wanting me to draw, I'll--" Gladly do it, she meant to say before she was cut off by the school's PA System that called for her to report to the faculty room. She was quite caught off guard and confused by it, wondering what the teachers may want with her but then it hit her. The Mall. That had to be it. She thought before freezing. Crap, got to relaxed and forgot.
Given the silence and how things kind of went on normally, she forgot about the likelihood of the school finding out about it. Well, that's what she thought before coming back but didn't take them long to act. Well duh, Warakuma isn't exactly a big place, so it wasn't going to take long. Especially with the students gossiping about it nonstop. She was given detention for it but today she got too relaxed, forgetting, and ended up reporting to the Manga Room instead.
Standing up, she turned to the others. "Sorry about this, looks like I'll have to cut things short for today. Looks like i've got a long day ahead of me..." she sighed. "We'll have to continue this another time." she smiled as she held up her hand and bid farewell as she left the room.
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Akane Hanazawa // Warakuma // On The Way Home
Thursday, May 7th, 2015
Talk about tiring, she thought as she relaxed her shoulders. "At least it's over with now." As she proceeded down the street, she heard a noise from behind her. Footsteps. Normally that wouldn't be strange considering this was a street and all but when there was practically no one within a mile radius and all of a sudden there was footsteps coming from behind you, getting louder and louder. She started to think whether she was simply imagining it considering how it normally was with her.
Hmm, turning the corner she picked up her pace before hearing the footsteps pick up their pace as well and from the sounds of it, more seemed to have join in on it. "Someone wanting revenge? Maybe its... Looks like they still haven't learned their lesson after what happened at the amusement park." she grinned, under the assumption that the ones following her were Kenji Miura and his lackeys. After humiliating him in front of everyone at the rear gate of the school and then at the amusement park, they did swear that they'd 'get her back'. Was this it?
Ducking in an alley around another corner, she waited for them to get closer and when they passed by, she jumped out and attacked them. Kicking one in the back of the knee, causing him to collapse on the ground, she stomped on his legs again. As she moved in for the finishing blow the man grabbed her by the leg with a vicious grip before she slammed something hard she found in the alley on his head and knocked him out. That grip....theres no way they buffed up in that short of a time, and they were wearing masks....why would they hide their faces now? It cant be them... Just as she was about to pull the guys mask off the other two found out and attacked.
Well, after a hard fought battle, she prevailed and managed to pulled the masks off and didn't recognize who they were. Her feeling was spot on as the ones behind the masks weren't Miura and his goons but totally different people. She was thinking it was someone out for revenge but its not even that, she never seen these people before. If it was someone she went after, she'd have known their faces.... Not given anymore time to think on it, more masked people came after her. Not sure what's going on, she turned corner upon corner trying to lose them. Just when she felt she finally did, she was trapped.
In what would normally be a 10-15 walk home, she found herself running all over the place before losing track of her surroundings. Surrounded by masked figures, along with the 3 figures she attacked before, she froze. But I defeated them.... Wait, the news....that cult....don't tell me... Having remembered the strange events occurring lately..."Like hell I'll let you!" With no other option, she attacked. Managing to bring a few down, she was eventually overwhelmed and beaten. As she layed there defeated, she heard a strange laughter before things went black.</s>
<|message|>Sieghardt Kasumi
Sieghardt Kasumi-May 7th
With no drama practice today Sieg was left to the mercy of not his peers but his parents, although at this point he would have joined a dancing club just to free himself from the clutches of his parents. Alas that was not the case when today he had another one of his families servants come to whisk him away of a bountiful adventure full of..... hell. So he thought anyway, so when their family tailor picked him up today he was handed a turtle hoodie which made him chuckle a bit as he slipped it on. He always did like silly little crap like this. So as they walked out to the limo and got in he was a little surprised when they were taken to Ferrero mall. Apparently today he was going to learn about all sorts of clothes making 101 information. So what better place than the fabric store where he was sent occasionally to get materials for the very person he was with.
No one could say he was an idiot that's for sure, he was taught so much crap about Science, Math, History, English. That his parents had to teach him about some other useless crap that really in the end probably wasn't going to matter. Then again the teachers did throw in weird questions every now and then, so learning about different fabrics probably wouldn't have actually hurt him. If he didn't get forced into this situation he honestly wouldn't have know but dear lord were the fabric explanations a little above the average learning level. He was expecting just a brief explanation, but boy was he wrong she went into such detail that he couldn't forget this information even if he tried. Hell he probably knew more about clothes than females did now.
He wasn't sure how much time passed but he was finally let loose and told to meet back at the limo in an hour, so he for once had an hour to do something fun. It was just a shame his mind literally had multitude of fabrics going through his brain, so before his hellish torment began anew tomorrow he decided to quickly stop by this little book store and purchase himself a few little play books to keep himself entertained at home.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Warakuma Shrine
7/5/2015 Thursday
Rui's trip home brought him past the shrine, he was thinking about making a prayer for his studies before reaching home, but as he arrived... He found himself hiding behind some of the trees. It was Noboru and Chiaki, and the atmosphere was simply tantalizing. He could barely hear what they were talking about, but with everything he knew so far, it can only be romance. As he sneaked around to a closer position, Noboru would spot him peeking out and giving him a thumbs up shortly after the exchange was finished. It looked like there were still some awkward circumstances between them... Shortly after that, Noboru also left.
Taking a last look at them as they disappeared from sight, he then turned to the shrine and put in an offering...
"I think they'll need this prayer more than I do..."
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Manor of Creation - Mirror World
10/5/2015 Sunday
"So this is the next place... By the way Kazuki...", Rui turned to the boy as they arrived to the next dungeon. Someone had been kidnapped again, there was no public news about it, but he did see more 'really nice men' walking around than usual... Whoever it was put some of the organized crime in a tizzy, so he had no idea what to expect, but his inquiry held another concern.
"We always come to these dungeons days after they are supposedly kidnapped... Does time move differently here?",
"Correct. I thought it not detail to be concerned about. To be honest when I started doing this, I also thought it might not move differently, but as I timed events inside and out, time moves very differently here... I'm not sure how differently, but it seems to suit our needs", only a passing concern. Regardless, the dungeon laid before them was... Well, only one person here seemed to not be eager about going in.
Leiko and Chiaki were praising the gothic design, one out of love for the style, and the other because it reminded them of horror plays and would make a great set piece. Noboru was indifferent, but Matthew was... Not thrilled to say the least.
The mansion before them looked straight out of Castlevania. Even had thunderbolts and everything... In which case, Chiaki with her whip might have an advantage here. Well, it was time to choose his party members with everyone else on rear. Chiaki and Leiko were brimming with enthusiasm, so he picked those two, and then... Matthew. He was about to select Noboru, but all things considered...
"This place looks like there could be a lot of anti-physical. More magic might be better...", he explained.
"We'll head out as soon as you're all ready".</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Public Library || May 10 SUN
"So if x is equal to 4.5 then y is.... Mmm... I should have paid more attention..." A certain troubled teen was at a desk by the mathematics bookshelves, whispering to herself in solitude. Due to her melancholic mood the past few days, she had a hard time reviewing notes that lacked some information -- ones she did not take note from spacing out about her dilemma during class. Hoping that the materials in the library could hopefully explain things better, it was still difficult to browse through all the mathematics books for a certain topic she had to study. It was certainly going to be a long day of study at the library.
With the first day of tests incoming the day after, Shizuka was in a panic. While she may have had notes from the past lessons that were well written and organized, she had been slacking off from her studying duties to drown herself in her hobbies in an attempt to forget the loneliness she felt. It will pass soon enough, the maiden thought to herself, just as it did the other times in the past. Today, her mind was preoccupied with the exams tomorrow, no room for those other thoughts. There was no need to worry about her part time either since the manager understood that exams are important and gave Shizuka a week off.
The raven haired girl sighed and stretched her arms up, mentally exhausted from the cramming of studies. Her hidden eyes wandered off for a moment to see if anyone she knew had come to the place to study as well.</s> |
<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>Alexei Dragunov
Alexei Dragunov | Warakuma Public Library | May 11th
It seemed that he did end up being the fool. He quickly settled down with his texts again, focusing on the text when a light whisper caught his attention. He turned to look at the familiar bespectacled form of his benefactor standing near him burdened by a few texts that she held comfortably.
"Ah! Kotori-chan." he said turning to stand up and move his material and chair a bit further to accommodate the new member of their table.
"Please, be my guest." he followed, pointing at the chair. Hearing the words, Elena too looked up from her books to see the gentle looking younger Shirohane and shifted her materials to her side to make more room for the older girl.
"That's my baby sister, Elena." Alexei said motioning at her as he looked at Kotori.
"She's the girl behind your much loved bouquets." he said to Elena who smiled brightly on learning of the fact. She waited for the girl to settle down before gently clutching her hand and giving her thanks.
"Thank you, Senpai for all those wonderful bouquets. I hope to be half as good as you someday." she said with admiration.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Manor of Creation - First Floor > Second Floor
10/5/2015 Sunday
The enemies that took form here were similar to footsoldiers from a medieval period, and occasionally supernatural monsters. Chiaki fared well with her whip, while Rui took the front with his sword. Leiko and Matthew stayed in formation around the back. The way to the second floor was easy, and as they ascended however... It was... Darker. Things began to become more decrepit, old, worn down, some of the paintings that told the story at this point were becoming dirtier and more marred with dirt or mold, and dust set in on the bits of furniture that laid about.
The team decided to take it a little slower, the horde of enemies present on the first floor no longer pestered them, but it was uncomfortably quiet here. As soon as they stepped into a large round room adorned with paintings and peeling wallpaper, a wild cackling laughter broke out in the entire room, and furniture began to fly about. There was a suit of armour in the very middle of the room, large, but it seemed to be missing some parts, like the gauntlets and parts of the greaves. A sword stuck out behind it.
As the chaos continued, crimson lights began to emerge from the candles and paintings and began to culminate around the suit of armor and soon bits of armor that were not within view began to fly in and merge with the armor in the center. Each piece connected by red black energy, as well as a substance similar to most shadows, and soon standing at a dozen feet tall before them was a shadow knight, picking up its sword and readying itself for the party. As its form completed, the furniture flying about the room dropped right out of the air, and the large knight shadow let out a battle cry before it charged.</s>
<|message|>Shirohane, Kotori
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Public Library | Sunday, May 10 2015
As the older student looked up, recognising her and speaking her name, Kotori gave a bow in greeting - only to be too late to stop him from clearing up the table; not able to say that she really wouldn't have needed much space at all. "Ah, thank you, Dragunov-senpai," she said as he gestured to the empty seat - even as the girl beside him too made some space with her own books. Giving another small bow in thanks at that, Kotori placed her books down as Alexei motioned towards the girl and confirming Kotori's assumption of her being his sister.
As she sat down, Alexei in turn introduced Kotori as the one who made up the bouquets which were delivered to her every day. Looking up in surprise at him, her eyes were drawn to her hand before she could speak up when she felt it being grasped - by a rather joyful looking Elena who expressed her thanks and more. Rather unused to the sudden action and attention, Kotori quickly glanced around before lowering her gaze to the table. "Ah, uhm, that... I-I think my mother would be more deserving of y-your thanks, D-Dragunov-san," she spoke quickly - and truly, as it was indeed her mother who did most of the work on the ikebana bouquets for customers and had been the one to deliver them to the hospital.
At that thought, Kotori glanced back up at the girl before her - she didn't seem to be sickly or showing any sign of requiring any prolonged stays at a hospital. Furthermore, she couldn't recall having seen the girl before - neither there nor at school, which would indicate the girl to be younger; as further evidenced by the way Alexei had referred to her. It was only then, after the immediate surprise of the sudden attention started to subside that Kotori realised that she hadn't even fully introduced herself; leading to her giving a small bow as well as she could with the table before her. "Ah, excuse me. I'm Kotori Shirohane. I go to the same school as your brother," she said - not needing to add anything about her family's flowershop seeing as the other girl evidently already knew about that. With that out of the way, Kotori stole another glance about - hoping that they hadn't drawn any more attention or disturbed any of the other library-goers.</s>
<|message|>Ayano Wakahisa
Ayano Wakahisa: Warakuma Public Library
Recently, there has been word that Akane's been missing for the past few days...Some say that she's the latest victim of the whole "kidnapping" escapade that's been haunting the town recently. It puzzled Ayano, why high school students? There was no particular rhyme or reason, nor was there any pattern she could sense...What she does know though, is at the very least they come back safe and sound at the hospital. With a sigh, Ayano thought less of the disappearances and more about her studies.
Aside from the usual troubles with Math, the girl also had slight troubles grasping the concepts of Physics. The girl groaned as she tried to solve the word problems in her textbook, she thought to herself, "Whose great idea was it to combine Math and Science in to one?!" She slumped in the table as she lazily wrote down the formula and tried to solve. "Wait...I think I got that one mixed up...Or was it the other way around?!" Flipping a few pages back, it turns out that her formula was wrong and that she had been doing computations incorrectly. With a grunt, and a sullen expression on her face, Ayano picked up her eraser and began to erase her previous formula.
Minutes passed and after what felt like an eternity, Ayano grasped her head and looked down at the paper she had on the table...Despite a few wrong answers, she seemed to have gotten most of the questions correct. Her lips pursing into a slight smile, she felt like she was almost ready to take on the midterms. Deciding that she's had enough of numbers and formulas, Ayano began to sit down the chair in a more comfortable way, her eyes darting back and forth. "Hmm...Maybe I should borrow a book, while I'm at the library and all..."
She had been meaning to pick up various reference books to help with her studying, but maybe some fiction books wouldn't hurt?</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Manor of Creation - Second Floor
10/5/2015 Sunday
The knight shadow barrelled through the party formation almost instantly and forced everyone to split. Chiaki's whip would only bounce off the armor, but a magic attack retaliation for Matthew and Leiko would be able to make it flinch even a little, but that wasn't enough. Fortunately this made it turn its back, and Rui could see that there were in fact cracks along the back of the armor.
"Those cracks...!",
"Yeah, they might be a chance to do some damage", he responded. He motioned Chiaki to keep moving to another flank and get its attention, while Leiko and Matthew fled for their lives as the knight charged them initially. Before it could corner them though, Chiaki managed to get its attention. As soon as it raised its blade, the sound of wind and a blade cutting steel rang throughout the room, as it stopped in its tracks. Its armor splintered, but it seemed whatever Rui had done was not enough, though it seems he realized this, and instantly he came through to the front, slashing at the neck, lopping the helmet off. The red cracks began to deepen, and finally stop... However the knight was not yet done. With Rui's back turned to it, it raised its blade once more as a headless knight. Matt shrieked in fear which warned Rui of something strange happening, giving Rui a chance to turn around and see the blade swinging right for him. Just in the nick of time, he managed to block the blade with his sheathed katana, the scabbard taking the brunt of it, and his Persona beside him blocking at the same time. After a few moments where the blades grinded against one another, Rui managed push it back. Immediately following that was a barrage of spells from Chiaki, Matt and Leiko, before he cut it down the middle using Askr.
The knight began to crumble and splinter, the red ethereal energy beginning to dissolve into the air and leave the armor. There was silence as it turned once more into lifeless damaged armor.
"It-I don't feel anything left of it. Good work! Let's keep pressing on"
"Understood", he responded.
---
Manor of Creation - Throne Room
10/5/2015 Sunday
"There's a throne room here...?", after beating the knight, and getting to the third floor, they had to fight through a gauntlet of shadows down one single narrow corridor, that told the last bits of the story on the walls. The main character in it was beginning to become more and more anguished as it went, but soon it appeared it became repressed... It felt like a happy ending, with the locking away of the anguish, but it wasn't satisfactory... In any case, there were large double doors at the end of the hallway, and upon entering, it made itself clear that this room was a throne room. In front of them was a familiar scene, just a different person. Rui immediately recognized who it was... Akane.</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Public Library || May 10 SUN
As her gaze browsed about the library tables, Shizuka sighted a familiar pair of foreinger siblings, the Dragunovs. Noticing the wave towards her too late, her wave back and soft smile towards the elder Dragunov were missed as his eyes dropped back to the book before him. Embarrassed that the other had not seen her gesture and therefore made it seem like she waved at no one, her hand immediately dropped back down as if nothing had happened. While doing so, the freshman noticed a fellow classmate, another foreign studrnt, in the vicinity as well, taking a glance at her with a tilt of his head. Despite being a little confused at his reaction, she decided it was only polite to greet him as her head slightly bowed towards him in a polite gesture.
Once not much else had caught her attention, Shizuka was about to return the direction of her eyes towards the notes before her when a familiar voice suddenly spoke from behind her, "Y is 2. You missed a step here." Due to the shock of a voice responding to the whisper to herself, the raven haired student let out a short "EEEEK!", followed by an angry chorus of SHHH from the other library goers. Feeling bashful and ashamed from being warned, her petite hands covered her lips as she sunk into her seat a little. A short moment later, her head turned towards the source of the voice to find Sato, which explained the familiar tone. The other voice was unrecognizable and upon laying her eyes on him, Shizuka established that it was not a person she had met before.
With an apologetic bow of her head, she started to speak, "Pa-Pardon me for that li-little shriek, I just hadn't e-expected anyone to actually respond to my inquiry. Um... I'm actually still a freshman, are you two possibly of a higher class level...?"</s> |
<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>Shirohane, Kotori
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Public Library | Sunday, May 10 2015
Glancing between the two siblings - and betraying her slight discomfort with an occasional one to her still-clasped hand in between - it was the younger who spoke up first. Elena seemed to be beaming as she explained that it was mostly because of her that the two were at the library - learning English herself was her reason, being dragged by his sister as a change of pace was Alexei's. The latter faced elsewhere as his sister spoke; only speaking up himself when she was finished. He in turn explained that he was catching up on some biology for both himself and his friends - and that they'd been here since early in the morning as a favour. A faint "ah" was all Kotori could say to that - for a moment, she'd wanted to suggest he simply ask a classmate to lend him their notes on the subject. The next, she realised that she would probably have had trouble doing the same herself, so it would be rather hypocritical to try and suggest it; leaving her to instead say nothing before Alexei went on.
As he mentioned her, Kotori quickly brought her free hand up almost defensively at the thought of her being exceptional at studies with a small "ah, n-no, I..." before turning her eyes downward; unsure what to ultimately say. Alexei meanwhile went on, wondering why she would choose to study English rather than any of the more immediate subjects - and furthermore offering to help out, seeing as Elena was enraptured by English books. Kotori meanwhile looked up again and at the girl in surprise - and then Alexei, when he apologised for any would-be offense.
A second time Kotori's hand waved off the words quickly, a shake of her head added for emphasis. "Ah, no, not at all," she said to alleviate any guilt over the words. "A-and I've been studying the other subjects for a while, s-so I thought doing s-something else... might be a good idea..." she said before looking up again. "S-so, I don't want to disturb either of y-you two's studying just to help m-me, really," Kotori added, truthfully - she'd already taken enough of their time just by taking a seat, so she could hardly ask for even more. Furthermore, it would have meant asking the aid of Elena without being able to help out Alexei in return, given that she still had second year biology courses and thus little knowledge of the parts of the subject he was likely covering.</s>
<|message|>Akane (Saito) Hanazawa
Akane Hanazawa // Manor Of Creation
What.....what is this....is...is that really....'me'? She looked on with widened things at the monstrous being that came out of her. If she had anything to compare it's form to, it would be what one would expect a dark/demon lord to look like. No, I refuse to believe that...that 'thing' is apart of me. Glancing up, she finally notices Rui and the others. What are they... Not given time to finish her thought, she notices the growing dark energy surrounding the shadow. Alarmed she moved to try to warn the others but her voice couldn't be heard nor was she able to move her hands to signal them of the impending threat. She couldn't do anything but observe and hope they make it through this.
The monster than released the energy all over field and used its detachable arms to capture one of the girls that were in the group. Though, it seems that the group knew what they were doing and actually fought back with....magic? Strangely, Even though it was certainly bizarre, she wasn't exactly as surprised as she would've thought. But despite all they did, they weren't able to damage 'it', though they did manage to save the girl, at least. The more she watches that 'thing' fight, the more she recalls that 'fight' and the worse she felt. Am I truly that horrible? Is helping others really not of my own will? Is hurting and causing others suffering what I truly enjoy doing? I--it can't be...
Just when she was about to give up completely, Rui's voice snapped her out of it. It's natural.... that's right, mistakes are common, everyone has them. How could she forget something so simple. Especially after saying it to others.... Shed the person I am today and learn from my experiences... Turning her focus onto the monstrosity, she looked on as it fought and struggled on. Even though it was delivered a fatal blow, it still tried to continue the fight. "How foolish..." she muttered, surprising herself that she managed to speak again. Maybe her voice and movements were bound by it's power and now that it was hurt so badly, it didn't have enough left to bind her?
Continuing to struggle in vain, the shadow finally crumpled to the floor, not getting up. It was then where the 'monster' shrank and transformed back into 'her'. Having the ability to move again, she approached the fallen shadow...no...approached 'herself'. Stopping right in front of 'her' she looked down, clenched her fists and gritted her teeth and then....closed her eyes and extended it a hand, helping her up, with the being itself looking bewildered.
"I have no right to look down on you and deny your existence, deny that you're a part of me. I'm a fake and I'm quite the hypocrite, I know that now. No, I've known from the beginning but hated myself, not because I couldn't stop but that I wouldn't stop. At that time, hitting another....being in a position of power....felt...good. Of course, that doesn't mean that I didn't regret it, because I did, truly, but I was afraid that if I admitted that I enjoyed hitting him....no...that I enjoyed fighting him, that would be the same as saying that I intended to kill him."
Taking a momentary pause, she took a deep breath before continuing, "I felt horrified....disgusted in myself for having such a thought...that feeling at that time that I refused to accept it. Seeing my brother jump in like that, like he always does whenever im in trouble, and prevent me from doing something that would I would definitely regret, something un-reversable that I could never be forgiven for. I understand that's what created my 'Hero Complex' and why I started 'saving' people. It wasn't because I truly wanted to save anyone, it was all simply for self-satisfaction...solely to make it seem like I'm actually a good person....to make the persona of 'Akane Hanazawa' seem like a nice, cheerful and energetic person who will always help and save others when in need, just like my older brother."
"I refused to believe that I was the complete opposite, that I was all that you said and actually enjoyed my family's 'world'. I'm, by all matters of the word, a 'fake'. But while that was how it started, I believe that it all slowly became apart of me, like how you're apart of me. It was wrong of me to deny you and pretend like you didn't exist. I'm sorry, from here on, I promise to be more honest with myself and show the real me and will no longer be ashamed of who I am and shackled by what I've done. I'll accept it all, I'll accept you, let's start over and be a new me, yea?"
"Who knew you'd turn into such a softy!"
"Ah, Shut the hell up."
Sharing a laugh, the shadow took Akane's hand as she started fading away. "Don't let 'us' down, ya hear?" With a grin, the shadow was gone. It was then a card floated down and right into her hands, breaking into pieces upon contact. Appearing in front of her was a tall and mysterious warrior carrying a massive Halberd, covered in black and red and donning a cape while covering its face with a 'mask'. It had demon like hands and feminine like qualities. "Persona"
It soon faded away, enveloping Akane in it's light. Body feeling heavy with fatigue and consciousness fading. "Ahh, I think I'm just.....going....to....lay down for a-"
Collapsing onto the ground, she was out like a light.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Manor of Creation
10/5/2015 Sunday
With that settled, he took a moment to relax as he listened to Akane speak with her shadow. Yet another aspect of a person he knew that he didn't know... Well, some of the people they rescued before he didn't know, but he began to think... Does everyone have something like this within them? He put his sword away and readied himself, any moment now she was going to collapse from exhaustion like everyone before, and then there it was. Rui was easily in position to catch her from falling. He turned to everyone else.
"Alright, we should head back", he ordered. Everyone agreed and headed back the way they came.
---
Abandoned Warehouse
10/5/2015 Sunday
"Good work, good work... I must say, impressive work", Kazuki seemed pleased, although... Well, the way he was about it didn't seem to be all that sincere. He wasn't sure why.
"W-well, we should take her to the hospital, Akane that is... We'll talk another time, I don't think there's anything particularly pressing at the moment",
"Yeah, I haven't turned up anything good in my investigation yet, so there's not much to do just yet...", with this agreed, everyone headed home after they admitted Akane to the hospital. Looks like they just had to keep doing their thing for now, what with no new leads after today. They might ask Akane if she had anything to say though, but so far the people they've rescued haven't exactly given the most helpful information...</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Public Library || May 10 SUN
After some period of time full of puzzled expression, aggressive scribbles of math solutions, and finally understanding the concepts she had missed during class, Shizuka released a short sigh of relief, a little more confident about taking the exams the week after the oncoming one. Feeling a little strain on her lower back and stiffness on her shoulders for leaning forward while the study session, the female student straightened out her posture and stretched her shoulders backward slightly. "T-That's alright, I suppose we've covered most of what I haven't gotten on my own. I'm truly grateful for the time you've given to help me, Hashimoto-senpai!" While she herself was exhausted from the long session of math, she properly bowed a bow of appreciation, with a flash of smile a little more expressive than her usual soft, shy one.
As she finalized some notes that the boy had passed to her by writing her own little note onto it, her attention was turned back towards the upperclassman with a pique of interest. Wondering what sort of question he was going to throw at her, her hidden gaze focused to the other until he ended his statement, just to be disregarded by the male himself. Letting out a thoughtful hum as she pondered on the confusing statement, Shizuka took a pause of silence despite Sato's change of topic.
"Hm... That sounds like an... unusual case. I myself haven't experienced such so, hy-hypothetically speaking, if I enjoy their company, could it not lead to liking the person at some point in time? But if it was at the point of simply tolerating them, I suppose, ....I-I'm not sure what I would do for myself but, I wouldn't recommend pursuing such relationship." Tilting her head in thought, her voice sounded unsure throughout her response but sounded confident at the last phrase. Since it would be rude or inappropriate to pry into private matters that had caused him to ask such questions, she withheld the questions at the back of her mind.</s> |
<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>Shirohane, Kotori
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Hospital | Monday, June 1 2015
Much as expected, Rui had indeed come to speak about what had happened in... wherever that place had been. As he gave a subtle pose to indicate the topic - most likely because 'summoning magical beings' sounded a little ridiculous in any serious conversation - which seemed familiar - but luckily, he spoke on before Kotori could recall the scene of him and the shirtless Noboru posing in the mall some time ago. As he stated that he was just checking in today, she gave a nod followed by a "Ah, yes, I'm fine. No need to worry." She gave an awkward half-smile at that - given that he'd heard her talking literally to herself, he had to know that 'fine' was a rather relative term. However, it was still as true as could be. He then handed her his phone number to be able to contact him on the matters before leaving after saying his goodbyes. "Yes, that's right," she confirmed her discharge date before giving another small bow as he was leaving: "Goodbye, Shinichi-san."
Once he'd left, Kotori reached for her phone to save the number - which, she realised, was the first number outside her family's that she'd entered. Not only that, but it was even a boy's - but before she could think on that, another knock could be heard from the door. When the door wasn't opened afterwards, as she might have expected from a nurse, she put her phone aside before calling "Come in" to whoever this visitor may be. Her mother had been a given, as had the police - and Rui, likely as a representative of the others, too, hadn't been completely unexpected. This left her wondering - until the door opened to reveal it to be Toma.
Kotori was quite surprised at that - but gave a small bow in greeting nonetheless. "Ah, good evening, Tanaka-senpai," she said - before getting a closer look at the older boy. Concern came over her face as she noticed that he looked more than a little under the weather - and he hadn't been the first person to do so today. "Uhm, are you alright?" she asked, a little hesitantly - which likely seemed a little odd, considering that she was supposed to be the patient and he the visitor.</s>
<|message|>Alexei Dragunov
Alexei Dragunov - Warakuma High School - June 1st
His entire search last night had returned nothing, something that aggravated him a lot. After a long time had he felt so helpless. He couldn't shake off that feeling even as he had returned home last evening. He had seen his sister's concerned expression but chose to ignore it, instead cooking her a hearty meal and putting her to sleep early.
He had been awake from 3.00 AM, the unease having become a lot more now. The bullies and the Yakuza was something he could deal with but this situation was turning out to me a lot more grave than expected and he feared for his sister's safety. The first thing he did was to reconfigure the speed dial on her phone and make it accessible. He then proceeded to check how the entire process would work and hoped that wherever she may end up, the lord gives him enough strength to reach her in time.
After the uncommon exercise he got into his routing of readying the clothes and making the lunches. He'd begin his search after school today.
--
The school day dragged on slowly as he heard some idle chatter of the return of the two kidnapped. He eavesdropped to confirm the identities and was a bit relieved that Kotori-chan was alright. That meant that his plans after-school changed a bit. He waited eagerly for the day to finish and was among the first to leave his class as soon as the bell rang.
He went into the flowerstore near the school and got a bunch of flowers. He wasn't much impressed by the arrangement but he reflected on the chat he once had with Kotori and believed that it was the thought that counted. He made his way to the hospital.
--
Warakuma Hospital
Alexei stepped inside the hospital aiming to go towards the reception as he caught sight of a familiar face behind the desk. The elegant, Ms. Mizuno greeted him with a warm and gentle smile. Through his countless visits since is arrival, he had got to know Ms. Mizuno a little. Much like her mother she had been a young widow but being close to a supportive and helping family she had rebounded much well than his mother.
"How are you, Alexei?" came her gentle greeting.
"I am fine, Mizuno-san. How have you been? It's odd to see you at this time?" he asked.
"Ah! I'm fine. Mitsuhara-san isn't feeling too well today so I'm filling in for her. How has your mother been? I hear that the procedures have been going well." she asked.
"She's been a lot better after a long time. Thanks entirely due to the effort you all have put into it. We are genuinely grateful." he said with a bow.
"Don't be silly, young man. It is our duty." she said with a smile, standing to pat his cheek.
"Well then I must say that you have been doing that duty steadfastly. But I'm here to meet a friend. Do you know if Shirohane kotori is admitted here?" he inquired.
"Yes! yes, she has been. She has had quite a few visitors today. Come I'll walk you to her room." she offered.
"Thanks, Mizuno-san." he bowed again.
--
As they reached her room making small-talk. Alexei sensed that she already had company. He looked at Ms. Mizuno who gave him a knowing smile.
"Come on, go in. The boy who came earlier is inside, I think. He himself didn't look too well. Your friend certainly made you all very worried it seems."
Alexei nodded and knocked on the door. Before waiting for a moment and going inside.
"Hello Kotori-chan! How are you?" he asked in a low grumble, the flowers held in front of him. It was a little bouquet of peonies and Yarrow meant to symbolize good health and recuperation.</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Recreational Center || May 31 SUN: Morning
As the upperclassman dozed off on the bench, a worried expression visibly appeared upon the younger maiden's features. Ever since her first meeting with the male, she had known of his tendency to over exhaust himself to his limits. Now that she took a closer inspection upon his sleeping face, the signs of exhaustion when Shizuka had first encountered him were still there. Seeing them made the underclassman frown slightly, being concerned over Masa's treatment of himself once again. "Saji-san... Do please look after senpai, it seems he had been overworking himself again," Shizuka pleaded out of concern for her acquaintance.
Once the other two listed places the Saji's could hope to unwind themselves at, the raven haired girl merely nodded at the suggestions she thought were appropriate for them. But as Elena mentioned the cosplay cafe, Shizuka twitched ever so slightly that no one would have been able to see unless they were staring at the girl. Speaking of which, upon taking a quick glance at her wristwatch, she noticed that it was about time she got going to work. Before she decided to take off, her gaze turned to Elena once more, "Actually yes, I've just gone swimming but I did notice the temperature of the water to be a little off from the usual one. Hopefully Dragunov-senpai may be able to help." Shizuka flashed a soft smile before bowing towards them and bidding them farewell. "I apologize for leaving so soon but I must take my leave for my shift at my work. It was delightful to see you all, a pleasant day to you." Once she had announced them of her, she left the premises.
---
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Hospital || June 1 MON: After School
With just three knocks upon the door to the room of the bespectacled girl, it was suddenly opened without awaiting any response as a voice called over upon entry, "Kotoriii! The Agriculture club is here!" Another voice familiar to the patient was heard from behind the enthusiastic male voice, "Ha-Ha-Harvester-senpai, w-we shouldn't just barge into pe-people's rooms like this-- Oh." Taking a glance around the room with the upperclassman, it seems there were already 2 visitors in the room, whom of which were also the freshman's acquaintances.
Feeling that having too many visitors may disturb Kotori's rest, Shizuka spoke up, "Um... This may not be a good time, let us come back later or at a more suitable time, Harvester-senpai. So-Sorry to have disturbed you, Shirohane-senpai, but we got you something." Before turning to leave, the younger student rested the basket of fruits upon a table in the room before bowing for farewell.
"But we just got here, Shizu! Though if we really hafta leave, then we'll come back again for sure, Kotori. Hope ya enjoy the fruits!" After flashing his signature bright smile, he waved his hand good bye towards the girl and Alexei, who he was also familiar with.
Fearing that the other upperclassman who was also heard to be hospitalized may also be entertaining his own set of visitors, Shizuka handed over the other basket of fruits to be brought to the room of Sato Hashimoto upon their next check up on him.</s> |
<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>Ayano Wakahisa
Ayano Wakahisa: Abandoned Warehouse -> Mirror Warakuma
13/6/2015, Saturday
This was it, the events leading up to this very moment were one that have changed Ayano into the person she is today, she inhaled deeply and exhaled as they entered the mirror a slight feeling of uneasiness crept up inside of her and she was still shaky. Rui turned to her and asked that she summon her Persona, she blinked once and then twice, staring at him for a few seconds.
"You mean right now?"
There was a lull of silence in the air and it was like she was carrying the entire weight of the Investigation Team on her shoulders for a minute, they were all counting on her skills after all and as she stood in place for a moment to gather her thoughts she sighed, a part of her anxious and another eager to awaken the inner depths of her psyche came boiling into one and without a moment too soon, she did so. The sound of shattering glass filled her ears as the familiar blue flame circled around her, almost as if it was protecting her, she didn't know if it was successful or not, but going by the large computer console appearing in front of her, it would seem as though they have been fruitful. She looked at the console with a stern look in her face as she analyzed it from left to right trying to grasp the functions of her new-found abilities, it took a while but she managed to get the gist of all the information that was being displayed on her holograms and she could feel the presence of shadows in the area as well. She grabbed a pair of familiar-looking headphones and put them on, it all felt slightly nostalgic to her but her reprieve was cut short when the voice of a young girl came through the other line. With a few taps, she had made a path towards where the voice was coming from, as she opened up the map she was startled to see that there were apparently two persons toward the location, and one of them just so happens to be 'Kami-chan <3', the other was 'Alexei Dragunov', the name rung a bell but she decided to let it pass and tried her best to ignore why Kami's name was addressed that way in her console, but she couldn't help but blush and gasp.
Thankfully however, Kotori and Akane decided to shed some light on their plight and give her some information on Alexei, third year? The brunette couldn't help but feel that from somewhere she must have at least seen the man in question at least in the hallways or something. Akane gave her some more information and when she mentioned the blurb about him being the 'big fella' it all started making sense to her, he was the one who led her into the Anime and Manga Club Room! To think that a wall of muscle like him being captured in here just made it apparent that the one who is conducting these kidnappings certainly don't pick any specifics. Nodding to herself, she began typing away at the console, trying to pinpoint his exact location and after a few seconds she proclaimed,
"Done!"
Giving the group directions on where to go, but she was still dumbfounded as to why Kami was here...</s>
<|message|>Mako Moritomi
Mako Moritomi//???
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
"Welcome to the Velvet Room."
Mako sighed as the same dream started once again. He tuned out the woman's voice as he glared at the congregation of shadows by the door, seemingly beckoning him, but always leaving him behind. His mouth twisted as the doors opened and the woman droned on, as the same sequence played itself out again and again, the only difference being the number of silhouettes admitted to the "Velvet Room" beyond.
Why me? Why this dream? If this is supposed to be telling me about some destiny of mine, why won't you elaborate any further? I want to help. I want to do something. He scrutinized the silhouettes, begging them to become more distinct, but as always, they flitted onward, their shapes hovering just above his comprehension- unreadable, yet tantalizingly familiar.
Bullshit. I call bullshit. You say this is my destiny, but you're not telling me anything. Well, fuck you, too, cryptic lady.If you really cared, you'd give me better than Shadow Puppet Theater. Throw me a bone- something, anything!
She was winding down her speech even now. The last of the silhouettes was just about to leave him behind. His fists clenched.
Give me an answer! A sign, a hint! JUST FUCKING TELL ME SOMETHING--
The last silhouette stopped, turning toward him. He quirked an eyebrow as the silhouette continued to look at him(? He couldn't really tell without seeing its eyes), until something changed. Barely perceptible, but for a moment, the edges of the shade sharpened, became more distinct. Instead of a hazy representation of an anonymous someone, it became more solid. More recognizable. Mako's eyebrows shot up. He knew them. He knew that stance.
...Sato?
And then the dream collapsed into the sound of his alarm.
==~==
Mako Moritomi//Star Drop Cafe
Saturday, June 13, 2015
It just made sense, if he was being perfectly honest.
Mako tapped the pencil against his head, looking the notes he'd written down. It wasn't much, considering he didn't have much information- everything he did have filled only one page, and barely, at that. Still, it was a start.
Mako pondered everything he'd found out so far. As far as he knew, Sato had quit... well, everything save school, really. He didn't know much about his extracirriculars, to be honest, but Sato hadn't shown up to drama club since his kidnapping, and the only other club of his he knew about- archery- had told him he was similarly AWOL. Curious.
Huh. I didn't know he did archery. That's... pretty cool, actually. Okay, focus, Mako.
Moreover, there was that conversation they'd had during their do not call it a date, Moritomi, I swear to every god there is lunch. He'd seemed... passionate about this. What was it he'd said?
"...I'm confident that next time, if someone gets kidnapped, they'll come back just like I did."
Why did he seem so sure about that? Like he absolutely knew- not hoped, knew- that the next victims would be safe. Which could mean one of two things. Either he was in on the whole kidnapping conspiracy- unlikely, since he was one of the victims, but still- or he knew something about the people who were doing the saving lately.
And that led to the whole linchpin for his argument- the dream. He was fairly convinced now that whatever destiny the woman kept referring to had something to do with these kidnappers, and, more explicitly, the ones who were saving the victims. Sato, and whoever the other silhouettes represented. And him too, he guessed, since he was the one who kept having the dream. Maybe that's why he never got a clear answer from any of it- maybe this was a test, or something, to see if he was worthy of getting involved.
...Which all sounded fucking retarded, now that he was putting it in plain sentences, but it was all he had. It really wasn't much to go on, having nothing but hazy dreams, and a sneaking suspicion that one of those silhouettes absolutely looked like someone he'd only spent, like, an hour in total with. But he was still pretty certain, and he'd never been one for rational thinking, anyway. Far too many constraints.
All of which just begs the question... where the hell do I go from here?</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Park => Shinza Shopping District || June 13 SAT: After School
The clear change of mood, for the better, from the older student brought a small smile upon Shizuka's lips. While she might've made a fool of herself, seeing Masahide out of his glum expression was relieving. But soon after a pause from any conversing, that same expression returned to his features. It isn't easy to change one's mind after all, the dark haired maiden thought to herself.
Before Shizuka could enumerate any more suggestions to do to treat one's self, the upperclassman suddenly changed his mind after glancing at the message he had just received on his phone. Tilting her head to the side in curiosity as to what its contents were, or from who the sender was, Shizuka kept her curious questions to herself. Since he had revealed some truly personal information, the underclassman believed prying too much wouldn't be polite. Either way, it was settled that the two were to depart on their way to the girl's favorite shops.
As Shizuka rose to her feet with her school bag in hand, she spoke, "Splendid! I have quite a number of places to show, all of which are places my friends and I visit." Her soft voice had a tone of excitement about it, being able to share the treats she and her friends found around town. Before walking ahead, the teen abruptly turned on her heel to face back towards Masa. "...I appreciate the fact that you've shared something perhaps, uncomfortable to talk about, Saji-senpai. But I do feel apologetic for seeming to pressure you to do so." With a slight smile of guilt, Shizuka bowed as an apology before continuing on their way towards the shops.
-----
Due to the fact that it was a weekend and time after most classes are out, Shizuka predicted that the mall would be flooded with people. As such, she decided to lead them towards the shopping district instead. There were a couple of shops she would visit here and there but the first one she stopped over for was a cake and pastries shop. "This shop is one of my personal favorite! While they offer a variety of cakes, they do not fail on making each one equally satisfying and appetizing."
Her hazel eyes sparkled as she explained to the older student and continued while they were entering the establishment, "It's not just a shop but a small cafe as well! Ideal if the customers prefer to consume the pastry with a naturally brewed cup of coffee." Sparkling eyes glanced about the cakes being displayed in the glass case, hands ready to take her wallet out anytime.</s> |
<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>Alexei Dragunov
Dragunov Siblings - Warakuma Hospital
"Sorry, Ni-san!" a faint voice broke Alexei's calm siesta. It was nice to relax a bit sometimes, now that he had done nothing but rest for full sixteen hours. No chores to run, food to make or things to fix. It was a welcome rest and he needed it but what he didn't need was her sister's voice filled with guilt.
"For what, Akachan!" he said in his deep grumble, eyes still closed but he moved his torso to the side to face his beloved sister.
Elena was pleasantly surprised, she hadn't seen her dear brother smile in god knows how long and for him to call her 'baby' meant that there was a change that she may have missed in their last harrowing experience together.
"Nothing!" she whispered quietly as she turned to face him, looking at his visage carefully. She had always felt protected and nurtured but something was different today. Her brother wasn't know for open display of love, well if you discount the flowers and the pains he goes to in making her lunch but smiling together and other non verbal communications were rather limited. She couldn't place it but she was happy if things looked like what they were.
A faint knock caught his attention, it was a bit too light for a hospital staff and the fact that almost everyone knew him because of his mother here. They could openly announce themselves and enter. Perhaps, the news may have caught on to Inoue and Sagat. He didn't expect any others.
So he was pleasantly surprised when Kotori opened the door after a brief pause. Carrying two bouquets for the siblings, this was certainly unexpected.
"Ah! Shirohane-san!" he said, a bit surprised, as he sat up in his bed.
"Kotori-chan!!" Elena almost screamed in excitement as she too noticed the flowers. Kotori wanted to place it on the side table but hesitated. Asking whether it was okay. It was Elena who tried to put her at ease.
"Thank you!! They are beautiful. I'm so happy you came to see me." she carried in her excited tone,perhaps making the other girl a bit embarrassed.
"So? How did you know, we were here?" Elena asked.
"Calm down, sis. It was through Shirohane-san's help that I was able to rescue you." Alexei finally said. "I don't know how I'll repay your debt, but I'll try, Shirohane-san." he added sincerely. Elena's eyes just widened at his response as she motioned for Kotori to sit next to her on her bed trying to make her feel comfortable with the two foreigners.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Warakuma Hospital
14/6/2015 Sunday
"I see you're doing well", said Rui as he entered. He expected Akane to be here considering she had friendship with him. Maybe she was late? Likely slept in. In any case, he was going to speak about the dungeons and shadows with Alexei, but his sister was here... She didn't have the power, and involving her might not be the best idea.
"And hello to you too Kotori... Alexei, we met once, outside the manga club room, when do you think you can be discharged?", he asked. Alexei was likely going to be discharged tomorrow and allowed to attend school again as his condition had improved... But his sister on the other hand was still experiencing nausea and a bit of trauma from being kidnapped. It probably would've been worse if they didn't rescue her sooner, but she ought to be fine by the end of the week.
At least that's what the nurses had told Alexei earlier this morning before visiting times began. Still, this was a better result than expected, but it only raised more questions for Rui and Kami in their investigation...</s>
<|message|>Shirohane, Kotori
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Hospital | Afternoon
As it turned out, her worries had been unfounded - Elena, who seemed rather elated about her visit, was quick to show her appreciation. With a small smile of relief, Kotori said "Ah, that's good," as she placed the flowers in their vases - though her relief wasn't just about the flowers not being unwelcome, but also to see that both of the two Dragunovs were awake and well; or at least appeared as such. At the very least, Elena was still showing as much enthusiasm as she had back at the library - even as she asked how she'd known that they'd been there.
"Eh?" was Kotori's first response, having just placed the flowers on the small table, as she really didn't know how to respond to the question - should she outright tell them? Should she try to talk her way out of it - even if she heavily doubted she'd be able to do so? However, before she could even say anything further, Alexei spoke up to try and calm some of his sister's excitement - and quickly making Kotori rather surprised when he said she'd been of such help. "Eh? Ah, I..." she began, trying to say that she really hadn't done very much, before he continued to say that he'd try to repay this debt.
"Ah, n-no, no, there's no need for that, really!" Kotori quickly said, shaking both her hands before her and her head for emphasis. "T-the others did a lot more, so..." she began, embarassment rather evident in her voice - not only didn't she know how to answer the previous question, but also not how to dissuade him from seeing it as a debt to be repaid when it was far from her alone who'd been there to help. Luckily though, a distraction presented itself as Rui stepped into the room; prompting Kotori to stand back up after she'd only just sat down on the edge of the bed at Elena's motioning to give a bow in somewhat thankful greeting: "Ah, good afternoon, Shinichi-san."
Seeing as he'd been the one to tell her of all the details after she'd been rescued and subsequently gained her persona, Kotori assumed - or rather, hoped - Rui was here to do the same for Alexei; though it was a slightly different situation with his sister in the know but not having gained a persona - either way though, Kotori sat back down for the moment to take a momentary breather and hoped that Rui would be able to clear up some things.</s>
<|message|>Alexei Dragunov
Alexei Dragunov | Warakuma Hospital
For a moment he could see Kotori turn red as a tomato, perhaps she wasn't expecting such reactions from either of the two siblings. Alexei wondered why a helpful and studious girl like Kotori had such timidness or perhaps it was just a little discomfort. He tried to allay her the best he could, "Okay, we'll talk about it later."
He took an apple from the fruit basket and offered it to her, "Sadly we aren't at home so this is the best I can do, why don't you come over our place on a Sunday? you may like it." he said lightly just as then Rui entered.
"Yeah it seems, all I needed was a shut-eye." Alexei said in response to his observation. Before the junior began how he knew of him. "Well we have crossed paths more than once but those are insignificant details. I'll be discharged tonight,if you gotta talk about something you can give me your number, I'll ring you up." he said.
"Help yourself to the fruits if you feel like, I could really use some needless sweet drink at the moment but the nurses said No!" he finished.</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Kenji Hoshikawa || Star Drop Cafe || June 13 SAT
Business at the cafe was as usual on a weekend noon, filled with customers thanks to being the only cosplay cafe in town. Warakuma was a rural type of town not too long ago; it was slowly developing like the neighboring big cities. That aside, today was the day a new waiter had come into work and Kenji was just in the middle of instructing Aiko Yamamoto on how to brew a hot cappuccino when the doors slammed open. By instinct, the waiters and waitresses dressed in prince/princess outfits greeted in chorus, 'Welcome home, master!'
"Aiko! Hey Aiko I need your help!" It seemed that the boy was not a customer but an acquaintance of his new trainee? Kenji lead his new waiter to whoever it was that was looking for him before the manager's eyes quickly scanned the boy. A grin replaced his curious expression as the older male started, "Are you related to my new waiter here? You two resemble each other!" Noticing that he might've interrupted something between them, he bowed slightly before deciding to leave them. "Sorry about that, I'll leave you two to your business but if you have time tomorrow, could you drop on by? Your build has potential to be popular among our female customers just like this boy here." His thumb pointed back towards Aiko before offering another bow and leaving their side.
Shizuka Otonashi || Pastry Shop || June 13 SAT: After School
After the attempt at regaining her composure, Shizuka gratefully bowed as she received the cake from the upperclassman. "T-Thank you, Saji-senpai." Flashing a soft smile in appreciation, that smile became brighter as her hazel eyes sparkled at the marvelous pastry. With her habit to eat her favorite part first, the younger student picked up the fork and poked at the chestnut atop the cake before plopping it into her mouth. The satisfied expression upon her face made it evident that she was enjoying the mont blanc until Masahide thanked Shizuka once again for introducing the shop to him. But before she could reply, he continued and ended with a teasing statement. Being how she was, the female teen took the question seriously and averted her gaze to the side as she spoke in an embarrassed tone, "Um... No-Not as often as you think I do."
A curious question relating to the topic at hand had formed in Shizuka's mind as she turned her gaze back to the upperclassman in front. "I-Is it strange? Do others not offer help to strangers evidently in need? She supposed not everyone would be as kind as to give their concern to strangers but being raised in an environment that encouraged such, the maiden grew up to act in such a way. Though with her shy trait, Shizuka couldn't bring herself to approach strangers unless she felt that they were in dire need of help.
Time seemed to pass quickly as the two continued occasionally conversing while enjoying their coffee and cake but as the sun seemed to be setting soon, Shizuka thanked once more for Masahide's time and for the treat he bought for her before excusing herself to start heading home.
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Recreational Center || June 14 SUN
WHACK, followed by the sound of a bouncing tennis ball. And another WHACK. Ponytailed dark tresses danced in the air as the girl rushed from left to right. Sudden movements caused her sky blue pleated skirt to flutter around with each movement, flashing a peek of her upper legs.
After the last WHACK, Shizuka released an exhausted yet satisfied sigh, lowering the tennis racket in her grip as she walked over to the bench by the court. The neatly folded towel atop the bench was picked up by the tired tennis player, before being gently tapped along her face. Having the need to see properly to accurately hit the tennis ball, the long, dark bangs were pinned up by simple, white hair pins. Her eyes were clearly visible for anyone to see but fortunately for the timid teen, she had yet to see anyone she recognized today. The towel was then tapped along her slender neck to wipe off the perspiration while Shizuka decided to buy a drink from the vending machine at the main lobby.
Out of the tennis court and into the recreational center's main lobby, Shizuka walked as she dried herself with the towel. She was still in her tennis uniform, white polo shirt with a pleated sky blue skirt, since it could pull off as casual clothes anyway. Dropping a few coins into the vending machine, the teen pressed the button for a refreshing sports drink before taking a seat at one of the benches to take a sip of her drink.</s> |
<|description|>Shizuka Otonashi
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Appearance:
"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance
Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.
Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.
Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.
This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.
Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.
Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.
With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.
Persona: Inari Ōkami
Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki
Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
???
6/7/2015 - Monday
@Vulkan
TRACK: Aria of the Soul
As their vision returned to them, they beheld a long dining room. The first thing they would notice is the decor, blue all over, in different tasteful shades and high class furnishings. Paintings along the wall depicting some rather specific events. In front of them on the table was a carving depicting a particular number and card, for Jun, it was "The Devil", while for Katsuro, it was "The Justice". As they looked down they noticed that their clothes were different too. Katsuro wore a simple suit under a dark blue hood with gold trimmings and a side cape, while Jun wore a three piece suit, fully done up in proper.
"Welcome, to the Velvet Room", they heard a voice, they looked to the end of the table to see a man with a long nose and wide, piercing eyes. It was certainly a strange person they were looking at.
"A place between mind and matter, dream, and reality. I, am Igor, only those who have signed a contract may enter this place, and it appears we've finally filled every seat at this table too", they looked around to the other seats. It was true, every other table had a silhouette sitting at it, but some of them were recognizable.
"And this is Henrietta, she will be helping you along your journey", he motioned to the long haired woman next to him.
"Now then... You have drawn, the Devil Arcana. Impulse and sin are nothing new to you, but impulse and sin no matter the reason, is still a mere distraction. It appears you have overcome this and come to realize what you truly want", he began.
"And now... You, have drawn, the Justice Arcana. One must seek guidance amidst a time of crisis, for a long time you have gone into disarray, as there was no one you could refer to, but that will have changed now, perhaps these new friends you have made, will be there to fill the gap", it was a personal topic, but more importantly... How did this man know about all this? When either would try and ask, they would find no voice left their mouth.
"For now...", Igor clicked his fingers and Henrietta left, shortly to return with two keys on a cushion, that she would begin to walk around the table and hand to both Jun and Katsuro.
"These are keys you may use to access this room again, you will return here later of your own accord, or of requirement, but until then... Farewell", and with that, they lost consciousness.</s>
<|message|>Shirohane, Kotori
Kotori Shirohane - Sapphire Inn: Royal Suite Main Room | Sunday, July 5 2015
In the opening wrought by Akane's assault, Sato managed to deliver the decisive blow - his arrow loosened the large Shadow's grip on its sword further yet and the follow-up wind blast finally struck it clean out of its hand. With the knights stunned from the heavy bombardement, everyone was quick to realise that this was their opportunity - and thus all attention was focused on the main opponent. Momentarily unable to strike back, the attacks poured in from all sides - magical and physical, the Shadow came under heavy fire until it was reeling. It attempted to fight back even as its princess was slain, a certain distress audible even through its twisted voice - until a choice arrow fired by Sato finally breaking its desperate defense - and making the fatal opening which allowed him get a clean hit with Chronos' wind magic. He seized the opportunity to lay down a final follow-up together with his Persona to put the Shadow down for good.
Kotori, meanwhile, kept an eye out throughout it all - ever wary for any would-be surprises from either the Shadow or its knights - but also doing what she could to aid the assault with her Kikuri-Hime's help, lending her lightning strikes to the assault. It was only when the Shadow finally began to flicker and disperse that Kotori gave a sigh of relief - and the fatigue of the fight made itself known in full, even as the armour surrounding the knights began to dissolve in flakes and gave way to the unconscious prisoners therein. Kotori took a moment to catch her breath - even as she felt the almost familiar uncomfortable feeling as the shadow, now in its original form, began to speak.
As ever, it unashamedly spoke of the feelings that had been suppressed and locked away - a look at another person's inner thought which was no doubt embarassing for them, but also for Kotori who still didn't know how to balance wanting to help the conflicted kidnapees and also respecting their privacy in such moments. As such, there was little choice but to listen though - even as Jun stepped out from the protective circle that had been formed around her by the party and confronted her shadow. Kotori didn't recognise the girl - at best, she was vaguely familiar much in the vein of other schoolmates whom she might have seen but never talked to before.
Much like the times before, she couldn't help but feel some measure of worry about what might happen if Jun didn't accept this turn of events and denied her other side - but much to Kotori's relief, this did not come to pass. Instead, Jun acknowledged that, though she may not like it, she was acting in a manner that she herself no longer knew the real reason for - and instead chose to live her life according to her own choices and on her own merits. A small smile came across Kotori's face at those words - which in turn marked the transformation of the shadow; a bright light cast across the entire room as a new figure took its place: Mordred, Jun's persona.
The girl turned to face the group, evidently full of questions about what had just happened - but those would have to be answered at a later time as the tell-tale signs of fatigue made themselves known; forcing Jun to sit herself down lest she fall - which immediately preceded the loss of consciousness. Though she'd seen this pattern repeat several times now, Kotori still couldn't help but worry that everything was alright; even as everyone else started to get ready to leave the mirror world behind with Jun being carried and headed for the hospital. Having used the brief exchange as an opportunity to catch her breath, Kotori accompanied the others - at least until everyone went their separate ways from the warehouse that marked their entrance to the mirror realm.
It would be with no small amount of relief that Kotori arrived arrive at home - both knowing that another kidnapping victim was safe but also to be able to lay down to rest; even if it didn't last too long before she recalled that the finals were coming up soon and she still had some studying to do for the day.
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School: Classroom 2-2 | Monday, July 6 2015 - Morning
This time around, it seemed that the usual rumour mill surrounding the kidnappings was quite a bit quieter - which didn't come as too much of a surprise, seeing as the events had occured over the weekend and thus couldn't cause quite as much of a commotion as some of the previous incidents when the victims didn't show up for class. Still, Kotori still heard her fair share of stories being murmured on her way to her classroom - and not few of them were quite clearly being told as second-hand accounts or worse, seeing as there would have to have been at least a dozen kidnappings all over town for all the things she heard to be true.
Stymying the usual spread too were the not upcoming finals which hung over the whole school - some seemed to have already given up hope, others were just putting things off until whilst Kotori couldn't help but feel the usual pre-exam worries, even before the immediate tests began. In fact, she felt even more thereof as she had to regretfully decline multiple requests from other students that she helped them study - between her own studying, helping out at home, occasional forays into the mirror world and club meetings, she wouldn't have much of a reliable schedule; not even taking into account the fact that just imagining herself somehow trying to teach others made her nervous at the prospect.
Taking her seat in the classroom toward the front, Kotori gave a small sigh - but this time because she had inadvertantly reminded herself of the Agriculture Club meeting that was to take place later today. Whilst the colourful sight of the many flowers was always welcome, the same could not be said for the strange mood that hung between her fellow members, Shizuka and Matthew. Both seeing them as they were and also not knowing whether or how to help would do ittle to raise her mood for the rest of the day - which she already wasn't looking forward to, as she'd have to be paying a visit to the hospital later.</s>
| <|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Agriculture Club Garden (Courtyard) || July 6 MON: After School
Shizuka simply stared at the saplings she was watering, deep in thought all the while. Not only was she unable to continue with the venturing into the depths of the dungeon, she had to ask Matt, the upperclassman, to take her place in the dungeon party. While the student felt awfully guilty for having someone else be in danger in her place, Shizuka wondered if she could be of any use to the team in the future. "I must have been given these powers for a reason... It's only right to assist people in need with them...!"
Lips parted to release a sigh. There was something else clouding her mind and it was the reason she would only visit the garden and not the actual agriculture club room nowadays. Matthew Harvester. In an attempt to recollect her thoughts of that fateful day, to why they were in such a state, Shizuka wondered if she were the one in wrong. Did she really do this for his sake? Was it some kind of repentance? Maybe she just didn't feel worthy of him anymore after her inner thoughts were revealed. But even then... wasn't Matt willing to accept her then?
Shaking her head off of those thoughts, the freshman proceeded to put on a pair of gardening gloves to pull out the weeds which had taken residence along the plot of land. It felt like it was just yesterday when the club members worked on this garden when it was freshly plowed for the club. Then there were times where the upperclassman would find the younger student here, just to help her take care of their plants. Smiling thoughtfully at the fondful memories, a teardrop ran along her cheek. "Huh...?"
Before it went out of control, Shizuka wiped away the tears with the gloved hand, unknowingly smudging soil upon her cheek slightly. Shizuka admitted, with tears as proof of this, she dearly missed the carefree days she had with Matthew.</s> |
<|description|>Michiko Yamato
-INACTIVE-
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
Arcana: Hierophant
Personality: A model student. Michiko is a gentle and kind young lady who is always there to lend a listening ear to people with problems and help them if able. She gives off a motherly aura despite only being a few years older than most of the students.
She is also very patient and seldom get very angry though she does get annoyed at times. Michiko is also quite a responsible person who carry out her duties as a shrine maiden at the temple as well as any job given to her. She also knows about a lot of things due to her time spent reading which is one of her hobbies.
However when pressed with questions about herself, Michiko will usually keep silent and close her eyes before changing the topic of conversation and deliberately not sway it back to herself. She secretly hid her skills with a sword and if people are sharp enough, they may realize Michiko puts on 'masks' when carrying out her duties. If a person manages to get close enough to Michiko, she may open up.
Equipment/Skills
Weapon- Katana
Armor- School Uniform, Miko Clothes (She wears her miko clothes on certain days when she needs to help out at her family shrine)
Accessory- Broken Black Magatama Necklace (Michiko's most cherished possession)
Skills- Michiko is pretty much good in any kind of household chores. She also has quite a lot of energy to be able to complete her tasks.
Background
"…it's a promise…"
A certain incident in childhood and a broken necklace was what led to Michiko to learn how to use a sword from her father. Born to a religious family taking care of a temple, Michiko was taught on how to become a suitable shrine maiden and successor as caretaker of the temple. Initially forbidden due to Michiko's interest in a specific katana named Ketsueki which was a family heirloom, her father consent to teaching her the ways of the sword.
Eager to test herself, Michiko visited the Kendo Club when in middle school but was disappointed by the difference of what she was taught leading to her developing her own sword-style. Needing another hobby, Michiko took up reading various texts during her spare time. She was a loner during her middle school years and Michiko decided to change herself in high school.
When in high school, Michiko decided to change her image. Due to her past experience, she avoided the kendo club and decided to join the anime/manga club as a ghost member though she has a tiny bit of interest in them. She usually hangs out at the library or some quiet corner reading a book.
Persona: Hachiman
Appearance:
Abilities: Zio, Resist Ice, Resist Elec, Revolution</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Warakuma Hospital - After School
20/4/2015 Monday
Predictably, Matt was asked about his kidnapping, but it looks like there were no details he could give. All there was was that it was in the dark of night, so he couldn't see anyone. It looked like he could be discharged tomorrow or the day after, and Rui was roughly the second visitor not including the nurses. Apparently Noboru scooted over some time ago. It was decided that they'll talk about more tomorrow at the warehouse. Kazuki had sent a message about meeting briefly tomorrow. Noboru should've gotten it too.
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Warakuma Mall - After School
20/4/2015 Monday
Rui had decided not to go to club today. Yesterday was still reeling into him, so he wanted to take a break today and look at any new releases for music. Maybe he'll go to Kyuudo the next day it's up... Which would be Wednesday. Though today he was shown something rather unnecessary. It looks like Noboru had decided to go with his damaged shirt and it's turned into something indecent. He can already see the other mall-goers murmuring and he could already hear someone calling for security. He walked up to get a closer look and it appears that someone had attempted to repair his shirt and it's not gone as planned.
He can take a few actions here...
> Start doing Jojo poses
> Stare blankly
> Offer a shirt
> Start doing Jojo poses
Building up as much tension as possible, he struck a mean pose. His gaze was intense, and he was sure Noboru would know what he was referencing to. He was immediately prepared to switch up his poses if Noboru responded properly.</s>
<|message|>Chiaki Nettu
Chiaki Nettu
Warakuma High - Class 1 - 1 (Just Outside)
"Let's just talk about it back home, okay?"
Chiaki happily agreed with her cousin whom quickly skedaddled away to the unknown. It was a shame but Chiaki expected that Ayano would prefer to go directly home. As Ayano walk away, Chiaki waved goodbye, she returned to her classroom to find her phone buzzing on her desk, there was an in flood of texts coming in from fellow classmates and friends, about some nut going off at a girl about his ripped shirt. ... Ripped shirt? No, it couldn't be...
Chiaki decided to instigate a text message to her favorite senpai.
Heeeeey Senpai! (*^___^*)/
So, im getting all these messages about some maniac yelling at a girl at the mall. Something about a ripped shirt... Haha, it kinda reminded me of you! AH! I MEAN...Actually, just never mind... See you around!</s>
<|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Mall || April 20 MON: After School
After being carried away by her nagging instinct to repair damaged clothing of all sorts, the blonde felt embarrassed for herself for intruding into a complete stranger's business, but it didn't change the fact that something had to be done to that shirt. "Oh! Pardon me for my intrusion, I usually don't voice out my concern to a stranger. But something has to be done with your shirt. I'm Oto-- no, Shizu-chan would suffice. And you ar-- ...?" Her inquiry was cut short when the male paused in his statement, while his gaze was turned away from the other and... onto the store close by? It didn't even take a minute when suddenly, a flash of azure hue, then a blue haired girl stood by the side of the stranger she was conversing to.
This other girl who had just appeared spoke in a rather quick tone, which would have been difficult to catch most of what she had said if one did not give their full attention. The blue haired female went on and on, causing Shizuka to dilemma on whether she should reply to whatever she was asking for or to let her finish her piece before chronologically responding to her questions. At the moment, Shizuka felt as if she should probably leave the two to themselves, since she had no relation to either of them whatsoever. Before any answers or excuses to leave were to be given, the girl started to pull on the loose threads from the shirt of "Noboru", what the girl called him, while being ignorant to the fact of what she was doing to the article of clothing.
"Um... Excuse me, but you're.... Uh....", Shizuka hesitantly attempted to inform her of what was inevitably about to happen to the shirt but the female with blue strands seemed to be too concentrated on the pulling of threads to hear what she had to warn her of. The currently blond haired student covered her sight with her own hand, bracing herself for what was about to happen.
Rip. ......... SCREEEEAM.
A panicked female voice scolded the Noboru person and he scolded her back, from what Shizuka could hear, waiting for a good while before unblinding herself. This felt like one of those typical scenes she would see from the animes she watched, wondering if she were dreaming or this was actually happening in real life. The male apologized for the mishap and tells her that it doesn't happen often. Just how often did this even happen to the poor boy? Were they actually accidents? Or something more than little accidents?
"Errr, i-it's quite alright. I was able to shield my eyes before the inevitable accident. ....Have you put on another decent clot--" Assuming Noboru had placed on another shirt after the original shirt had ripped, Shizuka lowers her hand away from her eyes.
Big mistake. A trickle of blood. Cheeks tinted in a shade of rosy red. Another scream.
While burying her face into her hands, just as the other female had done, the blonde shrieks towards the male, "P-PLEASE PUT ON A DECENT SHIRT!" The commotion created a crowd of murmuring people around the people involved when another male stepped forward and posed...? This was definitely going to lure a couple of security officers to the scene in a matter of seconds.</s>
<|message|>Shirohane, Kotori
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma High School: Classroom 2-2 | Monday, April 20 2015 - During School
Kotori's face showed a measure of relief when the announcement was heard regarding Matthew - and a moment later, surprise was mixed in when she realised that it coinceded with what had been said in the Agriculture Club room last week by the Second Year Student who had passed by, Rui. Indeed, Matthew was safe by the start of this week - had Rui perhaps somehow known what was going on? Shaking her head, Kotori put those silly thoughts aside - it looked like the mystery novel she was reading right now was getting to her head. With that, she returned her attention to the teacher.
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Mall | After School
As her usual way home lead Kotori through the mall, she briefly thought upon if there was anything she needed if she was already here - but after ticking off every item on her mental checklist as being present at home, she came to the conclusion that there was nothing. Instead, she headed homewards - at least, until she heard a commotion somewhere up ahead. Looking in its direction, Kotori soon found the source thereof - in the form of a loose circle of onlookers, some whispering among themselves, some holding up their phones to take pictures or write about it, all of which surrounded a small group of people.
Unsure what it was about, Kotori drew closer - at least, until she caught sight of exactly what was going on. Said small group turned out to, in fact, be two girls and two boys - and a mess of rags at their feet that must have once been the clothing on one of the boys' most definitely bare upper body. Her confusion only grew when she actually recognised two faces - with those two being Noboru, the inexplicably yet again shirtless, and Rui, who even less explicably suddenly started to take on a pose. The two girls, meanwhile, seemed a bit dismayed at the situation - and most likely the attention it was getting, to.
Kotori's by now blank stare was only interrupted by an occasional confused blink - before she turned her eyes away and just started walking on.</s>
<|message|>Noboru Yamamoto
Noboru Yamamoto-The Pose session
Noboru was in a state of disarray. His second shirt ripped, this Shizu girl getting a nosebleed and blusing, and Hisako was ogling him through her hands. Noboru was thoroughly upset at the events that were coming through. He was angry that Hisako started this whole mess. He texted Chiaki, whose message came at a most unfortunate time, back.
No no no, evryting is fine, but there is some yelling gong arond. catch u tmrrw or somethin.
His mind then came up with a most devious plan on the spot. He turned to Rui, who had started posing, and struck a most fabulous pose. He started talking to Rui.
Very nice, Rui-chan! However, your next line will be "Let's do a pose together!" To you!
As he was posing, he started making his pecs dance. They moved up and down, one going up while the other went down. The sheen of sweat still made them glisten and shine in the sunlight. They moved up and down rhythmically, as if to the beat of a tribal war drum. Hisako finally looked up, only to realize her grave mistake. The blood poured out of her nose, running down her lips, looking like scarlet lipstick. She quickly covered her nose, not letting the others see.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Warakuma Mall - After School
20/4/2015 Monday
Those... Those movements, is he... Yes he is. Rui read Noboru's following up movements, it was... Yes. He drew in the energy of the atmosphere... That line, the way he said it, there was no mistake what Noboru was up to.
"Hmph, let's do this pose together", after a moment of delay to give Noboru's current pose magnificence, he moved his body into a distinct pose. One arm to his side and curved out, while the other covering half his face. A pose that can only be paired with another. He was getting into this. Between his own naturally dashing looks and Noboru's well-sculpted body, the nosebleeds were understandable.</s>
| <|message|>Michiko Yamato
Michiko Yamato-Warakuma High Class 3-3- Monday 20/4/15 Morning
Michiko was reading a book regarding world history. She was interested and fascinated by how much the world was different back then. Michiko wondered if she could ever live in such an era after almost two decades living in comfort in the present time. It was then she heard an announcement being made. It was regarding Matthew Yamamoto, a classmate of hers. It would seem he was finally found safe and sound. Michiko smiled to herself knowing one of her classmates did not meet an untimely demise or something just like...
Michiko shook her head.
"I should focus on my work...not flashbacks..."
And so, the school day starts for Michiko.
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Michiko Yamato-Warakuma Mall- Monday 20/4/15 After School
And it ended not long after.
Michiko was now at the mall to pick up some ingredients for dinner. Living alone means she needed to do everything herself. She was initially planning to head to Junes but remembered she needed to buy a new notebook for personal use...make then several new notebooks. One for financial records, schedules, school, etc. Ever since her grandfather died a few years back, she had to look after the shrine by herself. Her father offered to pick her up and return home but she refused. No way she was going back to the family household. The reason for that...would save that for another time.
Anyway, Michiko was heading to the book store when she saw people gathering around for some reason. Moreover, she heard somebody screaming. Curious, she walked towards where the crowd of people to find out what was going on. Two young men, one of them was not wearing a shirt for some reason, she recognized to be from her highschool were posing ridiculously. She noticed two girls there too and their nose were bleeding. Michiko noticed other people in the crowd holding their noses. She recalled these kind of scenes happen in anime and manga but never thought it was possible to happen in reality. Michiko wondered why her nose was bleeding. Maybe it was because she was focusing more on the weirdness of the scene unfolding in front of her instead of the two young men in their silly poses. The shrine maiden fought back her urge to laugh. The security guards should really come soon before things get even weirder.
Michiko went over to the blonde girl, who was wearing some kind of unique outfit, who was still covering her face.
Is this what people call...cosplay?
"Are you alright?" asked Michiko with a look of concern on her face.
She then gave a pack of tissues to the girl.
"You should wipe that nosebleed before it ruins your outfit."</s> |
<|description|>Jun Himura
"You throw around 'daughter of the Yakuza' like it's an insult. It is true I am born of the underworld… so tell me why I should take the word of a fool who provokes a demon seriously?"
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
If it weren't for the fact that Jun wears a skirt and has long hair, most people would assume she was just a feminine looking boy. The way she carries herself seems to be that of a man, at any rate. The fact that her "casual" wear (read: clubbing/picking up girls) wear is a suit doesn't help matters.
She rarely wears anything revealing because of the dragon tattoo on her back. It takes up almost the entirety of her back, the only revealing sign that she is indeed, linked to the yakuza.
Arcana: Devil
Personality:
Jun has charisma, and lots of it. She's frank with her opinions and tactful with her words, with a sharp tongue and rapier wit to go along with it. The only problem is that she has no chance to display this aspect of her personality. People are often intimidated by her - if not her reputation then her skill in kendo. It also doesn't help that she's mercilessly shot down every guy who's worked up the courage to confess to her or chucked their love letters straight in the bin in public view.
The hushed whispers behind her back that she's the daughter of a yakuza boss doesn't help either. It's a sore spot for her, especially since she wants nothing to do with that life - even if she's grown up in relative comfort thanks to it. It's her main motivation to do well in school and get a proper job elsewhere. Preferably overseas and far out of the reach of her father.
All of this has given her a reputation as a Frost Queen, and the fact that she does nothing to improve her reputation in this regard gives people the impression that she thinks she's better than them, or that she really enjoys the status of being yakuza. The truth, however, is that anyone who gets too close to her might simply end up being pulled into her world, and that's the last thing she wants for her classmates. The overprotective nature of her father has also meant that anyone he deems to be a dangerous influence on her is immediately removed - either by eviction or less savoury means.
If anyone really got to know her, however, all of that would change. Jun is scary, but only because she inherited her father's protective nature. Anyone she comes to respect and care for will find a steadfast and loyal friend who always has their backs - especially in a fight.
She is also scary because of how shamelessly skilled she is at charming women in clubs or (her guilty pleasure) the staff at the maid café she frequents, Kawaii Kohi. She is unrestrained when in party mode despite being a minor. The only thing she refrains from is drugs, and even then only the hard, addictive stuff. If one offers her some pot, she's more than willing to try it.
Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - A Masamune katana. It technically meant to be on display in her home, but in Jun's words "There is nothing more pitiful than caged dragon."
Armour - Depending on whether she has time to change, the female school uniform or her suit.
Accessories - A necklace with a silver dragon coil around a piece of photoluminescent jade that glows in the dark.
Kendo - This goes without saying, but her father insisted that she learn how to wield a sword since he had no other heirs and wants her to inherit his position. She is trained by a private instructor and though she wants desperately to join the kendo club and actually practice with her peers, she reluctantly admits that if her father got wind one of them landed a blow and injured her, there would be hell to pay.
Aikido - Well, obviously a young girl walking around with a katana is too conspicuous, so Jun was also taught Aikido to defend herself.
Background:
Jun's entire family history could probably be traced to the Yakuza as far as she is concerned, or recalls. Her mother was a hostess who ended up the mistress of her father. For most of her childhood, this wasn't hidden from her, not that it could. Her mother's reputation preceded them everywhere they went. Jun was ostracized by the neighbourhood kids, but they never did anything more than hurl insults. Presumably because their parents were afraid of the consequences.
As long as her father's world left her alone, she was content to assume it didn't exist. When his wife could not bear him any heirs, however, he saw Jun as his only chance left of securing a successor that was directly related to him by blood. So began her years of training in etiquette and kendo, in asserting her authority. She was tasked with running her household's finances with her mother, in preparation for managing territory.
She hated every moment of it. She knew what happened to daughters of yakuza. If her father became indebted to another gang, she would be offered as "goodwill". At best, she would be married off to another influential member of the underworld to seal an alliance or merge two families. The only problem was that she wasn't interested in men.
The first time her father got wind of her sleeping with a girl, he was furious. The girl's family suddenly received an eviction notice and had their store burnt down. Though he did not claim responsibility, the warning was clear to Jun - anyone her father deemed to be a disgrace upon the family would be removed. That list included any girl Jun deigned to have a relationship with.
So she moved away, transferred schools and was relocated somewhere nobody knew of her inclinations or what had happened with her previous girlfriend. Her lessons in succession continued, but Jun knew that she would never be free to live her life as long as she was just a daughter of the yakuza.
Persona: Mordred
Appearance:
Abilities:
Mudoon
Blade of Fury
Strong against Physical
Rebellion</s>
<|message|>Shirohane, Kotori
Kotori Shirohane - Warakuma Amusement Park | Afternoon
With her book clenched tightly and steadily drawing it closer to herself as if it could somehow shield her from the eyes of the three boys which were all focused on her, Kotori practically shrank into the bench, trying to inch away from their close attention. Unfortunately, she was already sitting at the very end of the bench and thus her options were rather restrained, given the presence of the armrest blocking any further retreat; instead leaving her to try and come up with some way to tell the three that she wasn't really very comfortable - when all of a sudden, a voice called out. It took Kotori a moment to realise that said voice was calling out to her - and another before she realised that the was familiar.
Looking up, discomfort was momentarily replaced with surprise and confusion as she saw the owner of the voice, Toma Tanaka, heading towards the small group at the bench - but before she could do more than that, another figure approached, grabbing the sitting boy and yanking him off the bench. The tone of her voice made it clear that she wasn't exactly very pleased with what she was seeing. The boy in question gave a surprised "Hey, what the?!" as he found himself on the ground before looking at the reason thereof with a glare - at least for the second it took him to recognise exactly who it happened to be. His two buddies meanwhile had slowly taken a step back when they'd heard and seen the fourth boy approaching - and were exchanging very nervous glances when they too recognised Akane from their previous... meetings.
The three boys' hearts seemed to drop with every crack of Akane's knuckles as the memory of the first two times she'd peeled them off similar activities. They might not exactly be the quickest on the pickup, but even they knew they weren't going to get out of this without some injuries to either their bodies or their pride if they didn't get out soon. "H-hey, let's get out of here, yeah?" one of the two still standing boys suggested with a nervous glance and nod to no specific place other than 'not here.' The boy on the floor - both the apparent leader of the trio and the thickest of the bunch - was of half a mind to see if the third time would be the charm with Akane when he noticed that another boy had approached, offering him a hand.
Smacking it away, the leader pushed himself off the ground and away from Akane, stepping toward his two buddies. Their urging and reminders of what happened last time being enough to get through even to him that trying to have a go with Akane really wouldn't be the smartest thing - and even more embarassing with more people around, too. "Just so you know, we were leaving anyway! We're letting you off lightly!" he said in a tough guy voice - which probably would have sounded a bit more intimidating if he hadn't been backing away and having to suppress a nervous cracking of his voice before turning around and heading off at a rather brisk pace; his to buddies quickly following suit.
Kotori, meanwhile, had followed the entire exchange with a mix of confusion, surprise and a constant series of dumbfounded blinking at the sight. Only now that the three were actually leaving did the discomfort start to ease away - at least until she realised that she had yet to thank the two for their help. Quickly standing up, she bowed deeply to the two in quick succession. It was also only then that she actually got a good look at the other girl - who, much to Kotori's surprise, turned out to be someone not only from her school but even the same class, Akane Hanazawa. "Ah, thank you, Tanaka-senpai, Hanazawa-san," she said, her voice only barely audible over the noise of park. Glancing between the two, she quickly gave another bow between them. "Uhm... s-sorry..." she began, unsure of what else to say; wanting to both express her thanks for their arrival and to apologise that they had had to do so in the first place when they had no reason to.
Ultimately, this left her fidgeting nervously with her skirt and she glanced between the two and the ground - though this time with a lot less uneasy discomfort than just moments earlier.</s>
<|message|>Chiaki Nettu
*Kitsune Inn*
"That's fine, you go ahead of me, I have to fix up my hair before I go in." Answered Chiaki happily. She waited a few moments until it was quite so she could changed. To be quite honest, Chiaki was feeling a little insecure, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair tied neatly into a long ponytail. At this point, she was covered by a nice soft towel, unsure if she would keep it on while in the hot spring or not. While looking in the mirror, she couldn't help at looking at her body in the mirror.
"There's nothing that good about me. These two a' huge, my stomach ain't flat enough and I'm so damn short. Hmm. Maybe I'll skip on da 'springs for the day. Say I just got a cold or somethin'." While nobody was around, Chiaki let her accent slip. Growing up with her Grandmother who was from Osaka, she gained the Kansai dialect and it stuck with her wherever she went, meaning she needed to forcibly hold it back so she didn't sound like a fool. Besides, she preferred her fake accent more than her real one. Shaking her head, she decided not to spoil the fun her cousin was most likely having, or going to have. "What da heck, I'll go hah, I wonda if Aya-chan has grown at all..."
After truly getting ready, which included a good wash on her skin, Chiaki entered the hot spring room quietly. She unwrapped herself, and slid into the water as quietly as she could, she spied her cousin over in the corner, so she stealthily swam up to give her a good surprise.
' Sneaky Heart. Sneaky Heart. Sneaky Heart '
The water was really warm, it felt really nice against her skin. Mostly her legs, they were so tense from the exercise she had been doing with Noboru. There got to a point where she had to quickly, yet softly rub up and down her legs. It just felt absolutely wonderful. Her legs aside, she quietly paddled herself over to where Ayano was.
"SURPRISE AYA-CHAN!"
It was very sudden and very quick. Chiaki tickled her cousin from behind. She knew exactly where her weak points were, in between her thighs and just bellow her chest. The loud laughter was great to hear, but Chiaki quickly noticed somebody was watching them. A stranger! With a rather loud gasp, Chiaki stopped and went red.
"Oh my goodness. Um! Hello there! I mean... Oh I'm soo embarrassed right now.</s>
| <|message|>Jun Himura
26 April // Kitsune Inn
Jun heard someone enter the water behind her, but she didn't bother turning around to greet them. They seemed to be leaving her alone, which suited her fine. Though she wondered what they were doing here when there was a Yakuza meeting about to go down. Someone else entered, but it turned out to be one of the maids serving her glass of Pepsi. It probably wasn't a good idea to drink something cold while in the springs but Jun had a sweet tooth that needed satisfying.
The peace was promptly interrupt by a yell. The quiet girl was accompanied by a loudmouth. Great. Jun thought that the pair must be fulfilling some kind of trope on an anime show or something. She sighed and turned her head to watch. Some three-headed girl was tickling her friend - oh wait those were her boobs - in the hot springs, oblivious to the blonde girl's presence. A sly grin crossed her features as she noticed the two were rather cute, and seemed to be younger than her. Seeing as it was Golden Week and not many teenagers came to this inn from out of town, Jun guessed they had to be from Warakuma High as well.
If that was the case... she had an idea to pass the time.
Jun stood up, her tattoo fully visible to both of them for a brief moment. She turned around and walked over to pair, noting how red Jugs' face was. "My, my, what have we here?" She drawled, sitting down on a rock facing them. "A pair of lost lambs wandering into the dragon's nest?"
She leaned in close to the flustered girl of the pair, no regard given for personal space or boundaries. Jun's face resembled one of those femme fatales in movies at the moment, her expression appropriate for that point where the villainess decides if she wants to seduce or kill the person before her. It was a bit of an exaggeration, of course, but Jun hadn't grown up among yakuza to be unable to both intimidate and charm at the same time.
"I'm Jun Himura, from Wakamura High. In case you two don't already know my name, my tattoos should tell you who I am." A feral grin crossed her lips, her arms pressed against the edge for support while she towered over the other two. She wasn't shy about her body and let them stare. "You sure came to this inn at an interesting time..."</s> |
<|description|>Jun Himura
"You throw around 'daughter of the Yakuza' like it's an insult. It is true I am born of the underworld… so tell me why I should take the word of a fool who provokes a demon seriously?"
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
If it weren't for the fact that Jun wears a skirt and has long hair, most people would assume she was just a feminine looking boy. The way she carries herself seems to be that of a man, at any rate. The fact that her "casual" wear (read: clubbing/picking up girls) wear is a suit doesn't help matters.
She rarely wears anything revealing because of the dragon tattoo on her back. It takes up almost the entirety of her back, the only revealing sign that she is indeed, linked to the yakuza.
Arcana: Devil
Personality:
Jun has charisma, and lots of it. She's frank with her opinions and tactful with her words, with a sharp tongue and rapier wit to go along with it. The only problem is that she has no chance to display this aspect of her personality. People are often intimidated by her - if not her reputation then her skill in kendo. It also doesn't help that she's mercilessly shot down every guy who's worked up the courage to confess to her or chucked their love letters straight in the bin in public view.
The hushed whispers behind her back that she's the daughter of a yakuza boss doesn't help either. It's a sore spot for her, especially since she wants nothing to do with that life - even if she's grown up in relative comfort thanks to it. It's her main motivation to do well in school and get a proper job elsewhere. Preferably overseas and far out of the reach of her father.
All of this has given her a reputation as a Frost Queen, and the fact that she does nothing to improve her reputation in this regard gives people the impression that she thinks she's better than them, or that she really enjoys the status of being yakuza. The truth, however, is that anyone who gets too close to her might simply end up being pulled into her world, and that's the last thing she wants for her classmates. The overprotective nature of her father has also meant that anyone he deems to be a dangerous influence on her is immediately removed - either by eviction or less savoury means.
If anyone really got to know her, however, all of that would change. Jun is scary, but only because she inherited her father's protective nature. Anyone she comes to respect and care for will find a steadfast and loyal friend who always has their backs - especially in a fight.
She is also scary because of how shamelessly skilled she is at charming women in clubs or (her guilty pleasure) the staff at the maid café she frequents, Kawaii Kohi. She is unrestrained when in party mode despite being a minor. The only thing she refrains from is drugs, and even then only the hard, addictive stuff. If one offers her some pot, she's more than willing to try it.
Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - A Masamune katana. It technically meant to be on display in her home, but in Jun's words "There is nothing more pitiful than caged dragon."
Armour - Depending on whether she has time to change, the female school uniform or her suit.
Accessories - A necklace with a silver dragon coil around a piece of photoluminescent jade that glows in the dark.
Kendo - This goes without saying, but her father insisted that she learn how to wield a sword since he had no other heirs and wants her to inherit his position. She is trained by a private instructor and though she wants desperately to join the kendo club and actually practice with her peers, she reluctantly admits that if her father got wind one of them landed a blow and injured her, there would be hell to pay.
Aikido - Well, obviously a young girl walking around with a katana is too conspicuous, so Jun was also taught Aikido to defend herself.
Background:
Jun's entire family history could probably be traced to the Yakuza as far as she is concerned, or recalls. Her mother was a hostess who ended up the mistress of her father. For most of her childhood, this wasn't hidden from her, not that it could. Her mother's reputation preceded them everywhere they went. Jun was ostracized by the neighbourhood kids, but they never did anything more than hurl insults. Presumably because their parents were afraid of the consequences.
As long as her father's world left her alone, she was content to assume it didn't exist. When his wife could not bear him any heirs, however, he saw Jun as his only chance left of securing a successor that was directly related to him by blood. So began her years of training in etiquette and kendo, in asserting her authority. She was tasked with running her household's finances with her mother, in preparation for managing territory.
She hated every moment of it. She knew what happened to daughters of yakuza. If her father became indebted to another gang, she would be offered as "goodwill". At best, she would be married off to another influential member of the underworld to seal an alliance or merge two families. The only problem was that she wasn't interested in men.
The first time her father got wind of her sleeping with a girl, he was furious. The girl's family suddenly received an eviction notice and had their store burnt down. Though he did not claim responsibility, the warning was clear to Jun - anyone her father deemed to be a disgrace upon the family would be removed. That list included any girl Jun deigned to have a relationship with.
So she moved away, transferred schools and was relocated somewhere nobody knew of her inclinations or what had happened with her previous girlfriend. Her lessons in succession continued, but Jun knew that she would never be free to live her life as long as she was just a daughter of the yakuza.
Persona: Mordred
Appearance:
Abilities:
Mudoon
Blade of Fury
Strong against Physical
Rebellion</s>
<|message|>Alexei Dragunov
Elena Dragunov : Yoshida Book Cafe
Elena looked at the boy curiously, it seemed that he too knew the unfortunate girl in question but when he asked her for her thoughts she could help but be blunt.
"Well it will only make it more crowded, I can count atleast two more people than it is needed to help her out. You could always wait till things calm down a bit and then maybe check up on your friend there." she said pointing at the girl.
"Anyways, I'll get you your Americano. Would you like to order something on the side." she said, stealing a glance at Alexei behind the counter. The serious look in his eyes and the way he held two knives, she knew it was sushi made to order.
"Looks like we'll have shrimp and Sushi soon. Would you like some?" she said in a polite soft voice. She stood a little bit afar so as not to tower over her guest.</s>
<|message|>Mako Moritomi
Mako Moritomi//Yoshida Book Cafe
Sunday, May 3rd, 2015
==~==
Mako nodded at the girl's assessment of the situation- much the same as his own had been, really. Perhaps he was just looking for confirmation. In any case, they were correct- there was really nothing else he could do to help the situation than wait, as going in anyway would likely just make things more complicated. Besides which, it wasn't really the girl he was going to check up on, anyway, much as he sympathized with her plight. Yeah, trying to talk to Sato about... that, with so many people nearby, probably isn't going to help matters at all.
In any case, he perked up somewhat as the waitress mentioned ordering something on the side- he did often like a pastry or some such with his coffee- and then more when she mentioned what kinds of food. Sushi and shrimp? In a cafe? That's... original. How could I possibly turn that down? He smiled to the waitress.
"Well, now. You've piqued my interest, certainly. Do you guys have spicy tuna here? I'd like some of that, if you wouldn't mind."</s>
<|message|>Tanaka Toma
Toma Tanaka - May 3rd | Shinza Shopping Square - Yoshida Book Café
Toma picked up the towels that had been used to soak up the drink, and the now empty cup that had been tipped. As he did so, he heard the voice of the woman who had the two unsubtle admirers smoothly offering help to the girl who had been burned. The red-haired boy paused and blinked as he glanced over, processing the quick exchange and realizing it was a little strange.
When he focused back on gathering the dishes off the table, the girl who had suffered the most from the accident thanked those who had helped her.
"It's fine," Toma said with a small smile and shrug of his shoulders. "This is part of my job, after all. So you don't have to thank me, at least."
It was then that he felt a light pat on his shoulder, causing him to turn and see a black-haired boy. The newcomer said a few words to the girl at the table, and left the store with that. Toma blinked again, wondering what that had been about.
With a small bow of his head to excuse himself, he receded and went back to the counter, setting the things he held down. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the 5,000 yen bill. After a moment and a confused look, Toma decided that it must be a tip -- from the black-haired boy, maybe? Now that Toma thought about it, the boy had come from the direction of the counter.
Toma smiled slightly despite himself. He raised his head and scanned the cafe for the young waitress -- Alexei's younger sister, if he had guessed correctly -- deciding that she should get the tip. She had been the one serving him, and the money would probably make her much happier than it would him.
For the time being, however, he had to continue working. He quickly prepared the blonde woman's order and brought it to her.
"Here you go, sorry for the wait," he said easily. Nodding at her words, he continued with a laugh. "Sure thing. Hopefully it won't come to that."
Glancing over at the table where the accident happened and back again, he raised his eyebrows, curiosity getting ahold of him as he remembered how she had spoken to the other girl. "So, uh, you seem to have quite the way with ladies," he said with a light smile and joking tone, hoping not to step on her toes. "Almost makes me jealous, I gotta admit."</s>
<|message|>Matthew Harvester
Matt was glad he acted in time to defend against the oncoming attack, but he was only able to protect Leiko with his range. But it seemed Noboru was the only one who had been hit and seemed to have started acting strange.
He then heard Rui's orders and acted.
Not knowing exactly what was going on anymore Nobo seemed afraid but all Matt could do is attack.
"HEY FLOWER BITCH CAN YOU HANDLE THE HEAT [AGIALO]" Matt seemed to have gotten over having to fight a flower pretty easily but it was probably what was making so agitated right now.
at the same time it seemed Noboru had kicked into gear and was ready to fight.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Photo Finish Finale! - Studio Floor
3/5/2015 Sunday
I Will Face Myself
A stronger fire spell was headed for the Shadow in the form of an Agilao, Rui managed to synchronize an assault with Noboru despite his condition, which was just now wearing off. The Agilao struck, and Rui performed a Zan'ei, dealing a bit of damage, however... Did the Agilao really hit? Matt would soon notice the ground below him was heating up, and all he could utter was one curse before a pillar of flame swept him off his feet. Luckily his Persona was a little resistant to fire, so he didn't suffer too much damage, and everyone else managed to get in a bit of damage. The Shadow was beginning to show dents.
"Awwwwwww you couldn't handle the hot passion~ But that's okay, poor, poor plebians such as you all can't compare, after all, isn't that what grandmother wanted? To be the best~", taunted the Shadow. Rui prepared to attack again, but the front line consisting of Noboru and Rui were forced to step back and space up again before they can resume.
"Keep it up, it may not act like it, but you're doing quite a bit of damage", well whatever she says. It was still a large opponent, but basically they just had to keep hitting it.
[RESULT]
- Matthew Harvester (Heavy Moderate Damage taken, FIRE RES)</s>
<|message|>Noboru Yamamoto
Noboru Yamamoto-Photo Finish Finale!
The fear left his body, and suddenly Noboru felt invigorated again. He wanted to put this shadow into the ground, help out. He couldn't get angry by himself, but he didn't need to. He watched Matt get hit and he decided it was time. He took the sandpaper, and grinded it along each of his arms, ripping up the flesh enough to make him mad. His steps hit heavier, and he was mad enough to continue. He opened up with a kill rush straight to the body(?) of the shadow, and he let out an obnoxious roar.
"I am right here! Don't you ignore me! I WILL CRUSH YOU! COME ON. HIT ME. DO IT YOU BITCH!</s>
| <|message|>Jun Himura
Jun giggled as the waiter commended her ability to charm girls. The way he was tiptoeing around the issue was rather cute, like he was afraid he would offend her and draw her ire. Well, he was accomplice to her petty revenge scheme, so perhaps he thought she might plot something similar if he pissed her off? She wouldn't do such a thing since he was just working here and trying to be friendly, as long as he didn't try to grope her or harass her like those dolts at the table did, things would be fine.
"Oh, I've had plenty of practice." Jun answered with a bemused expression at the waiter. "I'm not some rose bush full of thorns, waiter-kun. You don't have to act like you're standing before a tiger. I'm Jun Himura, third year at Warakuma High. What's your name? I could teach you a thing or two about a maiden's heart some time... or introduce you to a friend maybe?" She was joking at the last part, mostly, but breaking the ice might help. In any case, he seemed like a nice guy. A little on the timid side perhaps, but considering even the delinquents in school didn't dare to bother her, that wasn't saying much.
She took another glance around her and noticed a familiar face. It was one of the girls from the inn. The Scared Kitten, without Melon Chest at her side. They seemed rather close and she didn't seem the type to be wandering around town alone... Jun caught her eye and offered a polite wave and gentle smile before returning to her tea and book.</s> |
<|description|>Jun Himura
"You throw around 'daughter of the Yakuza' like it's an insult. It is true I am born of the underworld… so tell me why I should take the word of a fool who provokes a demon seriously?"
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
If it weren't for the fact that Jun wears a skirt and has long hair, most people would assume she was just a feminine looking boy. The way she carries herself seems to be that of a man, at any rate. The fact that her "casual" wear (read: clubbing/picking up girls) wear is a suit doesn't help matters.
She rarely wears anything revealing because of the dragon tattoo on her back. It takes up almost the entirety of her back, the only revealing sign that she is indeed, linked to the yakuza.
Arcana: Devil
Personality:
Jun has charisma, and lots of it. She's frank with her opinions and tactful with her words, with a sharp tongue and rapier wit to go along with it. The only problem is that she has no chance to display this aspect of her personality. People are often intimidated by her - if not her reputation then her skill in kendo. It also doesn't help that she's mercilessly shot down every guy who's worked up the courage to confess to her or chucked their love letters straight in the bin in public view.
The hushed whispers behind her back that she's the daughter of a yakuza boss doesn't help either. It's a sore spot for her, especially since she wants nothing to do with that life - even if she's grown up in relative comfort thanks to it. It's her main motivation to do well in school and get a proper job elsewhere. Preferably overseas and far out of the reach of her father.
All of this has given her a reputation as a Frost Queen, and the fact that she does nothing to improve her reputation in this regard gives people the impression that she thinks she's better than them, or that she really enjoys the status of being yakuza. The truth, however, is that anyone who gets too close to her might simply end up being pulled into her world, and that's the last thing she wants for her classmates. The overprotective nature of her father has also meant that anyone he deems to be a dangerous influence on her is immediately removed - either by eviction or less savoury means.
If anyone really got to know her, however, all of that would change. Jun is scary, but only because she inherited her father's protective nature. Anyone she comes to respect and care for will find a steadfast and loyal friend who always has their backs - especially in a fight.
She is also scary because of how shamelessly skilled she is at charming women in clubs or (her guilty pleasure) the staff at the maid café she frequents, Kawaii Kohi. She is unrestrained when in party mode despite being a minor. The only thing she refrains from is drugs, and even then only the hard, addictive stuff. If one offers her some pot, she's more than willing to try it.
Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - A Masamune katana. It technically meant to be on display in her home, but in Jun's words "There is nothing more pitiful than caged dragon."
Armour - Depending on whether she has time to change, the female school uniform or her suit.
Accessories - A necklace with a silver dragon coil around a piece of photoluminescent jade that glows in the dark.
Kendo - This goes without saying, but her father insisted that she learn how to wield a sword since he had no other heirs and wants her to inherit his position. She is trained by a private instructor and though she wants desperately to join the kendo club and actually practice with her peers, she reluctantly admits that if her father got wind one of them landed a blow and injured her, there would be hell to pay.
Aikido - Well, obviously a young girl walking around with a katana is too conspicuous, so Jun was also taught Aikido to defend herself.
Background:
Jun's entire family history could probably be traced to the Yakuza as far as she is concerned, or recalls. Her mother was a hostess who ended up the mistress of her father. For most of her childhood, this wasn't hidden from her, not that it could. Her mother's reputation preceded them everywhere they went. Jun was ostracized by the neighbourhood kids, but they never did anything more than hurl insults. Presumably because their parents were afraid of the consequences.
As long as her father's world left her alone, she was content to assume it didn't exist. When his wife could not bear him any heirs, however, he saw Jun as his only chance left of securing a successor that was directly related to him by blood. So began her years of training in etiquette and kendo, in asserting her authority. She was tasked with running her household's finances with her mother, in preparation for managing territory.
She hated every moment of it. She knew what happened to daughters of yakuza. If her father became indebted to another gang, she would be offered as "goodwill". At best, she would be married off to another influential member of the underworld to seal an alliance or merge two families. The only problem was that she wasn't interested in men.
The first time her father got wind of her sleeping with a girl, he was furious. The girl's family suddenly received an eviction notice and had their store burnt down. Though he did not claim responsibility, the warning was clear to Jun - anyone her father deemed to be a disgrace upon the family would be removed. That list included any girl Jun deigned to have a relationship with.
So she moved away, transferred schools and was relocated somewhere nobody knew of her inclinations or what had happened with her previous girlfriend. Her lessons in succession continued, but Jun knew that she would never be free to live her life as long as she was just a daughter of the yakuza.
Persona: Mordred
Appearance:
Abilities:
Mudoon
Blade of Fury
Strong against Physical
Rebellion</s>
<|message|>Ayano Wakahisa
Ayano Wakahisa: Warakuma High
Friday, May 15th
The day finally ended and Ayano couldn't help but sigh, she leaned back on her seat and stretched her arms. Today was a pretty hectic day, but she managed to pull through the lectures, well most of them anyway...Physics and Mathematics in general is still going to be a pain. But now, things are going to be a breeze! She hopes.
With the school day over and studying being the least of her worries for now, the girl decided to lay it low in the meantime and hang in the Anime and Manga club, she has received word that Akane's back in action. Her mind drifting to the unusual case, Ayano couldn't help but dabble into their strange choice of victims yet again, and how do these victims end up being saved after a few days, too? Could it be that there was some sort of group dedicated to saving and/or taking out this cult? Nah, the girl must be overthinking things again...Sleeping late because of video games does things to you...Shrugging off the thoughts, she walked on over to the club room.
Before she could enter, that big guy that keeps hanging with Akane crossed paths with her, Alexei was it?
"Just what sort of relationship do these two have?"
She thought to herself, they do seem pretty close. Shrugging to herself, the girl continued on to the club room, opening the door and entering...Seeing that Ryan and Akane had already beaten her here. So much for alone time.
Grabbing a nearby chair, Ayano began to sit down, observing her surroundings for a while. Ryan was reading Fullmetal Alchemist, not a bad read per se...Her attention diverting to Akane, Ayano grasped the opportunity to ask her some questions regarding her disappearance, besides she was just as every bit concerned about her as with everyone else, even if it didn't really show.
"So...Akane, what happened? You're fine, right? Don't feel anything abnormal?"</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Star Drop Cafe
15/5/2015 Friday
"Yes, I'd be happy to sit with you", he responded to Shizu. As he took his seat she began a familiar line of dialogue, but the server cut her off. It appears she wasn't to be working today, but spoke out of habit. After that, he left while Rui was left with Shizu and a menu.
"It's rare to see you here out of uniform", he began.
"Or... In uniform", in fact he never saw her in her school uniform, which was what he was referring to. He flipped through the menu a little bit, it was the menu she handed him while he was being seated.
"You seem to act like you're in uniform anyways, I guess there's no changing whats inside of you so easily", he was referring to Shizu's earlier reflex to serve a customer. She was visibly studying for the midterms coming up. It seems she felt more at home here, or for some other reason she chose this place to study. Rui wasn't sure whether or not to offer help, but he was going to stay for the cake. That said... What'd she say the specials were? Mobile suits, and there were some small plamo kits in the menu too to build... Maybe he should build one...</s>
<|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Star Drop Cafe || May 15 FRI: After School
Once the other student responded positively to her offer, Shizu shoved the English notes and text book atop the table closer to her side. "I apologize for the slight mess, senpai. I've been skimming through my notes for an exam I'm nervous for, you see," she casually stated, before turning her attention back to the upperclassman. Slightly embarrassed at his mention of her slip out of habit, light rose hue tinted her cheeks. "Pa-Pardon me for that, it just... Feels natural for me to react in such way in this environment. But oh no, this set of uniform is another one of my creations, actually." Speaking of which, the violet haired girl had been reminded of something and started to rummage through her bag.
What came out of her bag, once she had located the whereabouts of the items, were pieces of paper with rough sketches drawn on them. With an excited expression upon her features, Shizu slid them over to Rui's side of the table and began, "Shinichi-senpai, please take a glance at these after you've placed your order. I sketched these during my free time, but I'm not exactly sure what sort of style you preferred so I drew what I believed might suit your features."
On them were several faceless figures with outfits that ranged from long coats to suits to turtle neck jackets that were far too unique to be called casual wear. If one knew enough, they would instantly get the impression that these were sketched with cosplay outfit in mind. Even so, the details of each color, specific features/handling, fabric quality and such were written in an informative manner on each design, as if they were carefully thought of. "I do hope they're not distasteful by your standards."</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Star Drop Cafe
15/5/2015 Friday
"Hm...? 'My' features...?", he was surprised she would do such a thing, but it was related to him, so he just had to see. As she handed the drawings to him, he began to look and shuffle through them. He went silent for awhile, looking at the meticulous detail. He was an artist himself, but he never really thought about clothes in this manner and depth, so it impressed him.
"These look pretty cool", he finally said.
"But... What are they? Costumes? Fashion design?", he would assume costumes... But then some of these seemed normal and stylish, but others looked suitable to be in a video game or anime. He waited for the girl to answer his question as he shuffled through them again. He realized he should probably order something soon, but he'd decided on his order already. Probably the Zaku Cake with a ramune or something.</s>
| <|message|>Jun Himura
Warakuma High // After School
With the mid-terms coming, the school's atmosphere was somewhat tense, with students stressing over their grades and making up for lost time by burying themselves in their books. Jun, on the other hand, had always been on top of her schoolwork and so kept rather calm about the whole matter. Admittedly, she studied hard only so she could justify spending way too much time away from home, usually flirting with a girl somewhere. If she kept up her grades, that was just one less excuse to be used against her.
The best way of internalising one's knowledge was to pass it on to others, and in the process of teaching reinforce the information learnt. So Jun was actually hanging out with her classmates for once, helping them cover the material they were revising by coaching them along. In her usual fashion, however, these classmates were all girls and being subject to her usual charm. She toned it down somewhat, since her reputation in school wasn't the greatest, and any overt flirting was likely to just fuel the degenerate rumours even more.
"You missed the negative sign here, that's why your answer is a negative number instead of positive." Jun explained, pointing to the part in the working where the mistake had been made. "It's little details like that are important, like the rose scent from the shampoo you used this morning."
There was a few giggles at the joke, and Jun drew a blush from the girl before they all returned to their work. Well, the girls did. Jun had done all the questions in the workbook at least twice over and was simply going through her own notes. She didn't like being disrupted by questions in the middle of solving problems anyway, something her kendo training had drilled into her.
An hour later, Jun was done helping her classmates and simply walked through the school aimlessly, taking her time on the way to the main entrance. Her path just happened to cross outside the Manga Club's clubroom, and the sign reminded her that she had been meaning to return a book she had borrowed from one of the club members. She knocked on the door before opening it, and noticed familiar faces inside. "Ah, Hanekawa-san, you're back?" She hadn't been to the kendo club at all recently, and so had no chance to cross paths with Akane. "Well, I just came to return a manga I borrowed from someone in the club. I'll just leave it here."</s> |
<|description|>Jun Himura
"You throw around 'daughter of the Yakuza' like it's an insult. It is true I am born of the underworld… so tell me why I should take the word of a fool who provokes a demon seriously?"
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
If it weren't for the fact that Jun wears a skirt and has long hair, most people would assume she was just a feminine looking boy. The way she carries herself seems to be that of a man, at any rate. The fact that her "casual" wear (read: clubbing/picking up girls) wear is a suit doesn't help matters.
She rarely wears anything revealing because of the dragon tattoo on her back. It takes up almost the entirety of her back, the only revealing sign that she is indeed, linked to the yakuza.
Arcana: Devil
Personality:
Jun has charisma, and lots of it. She's frank with her opinions and tactful with her words, with a sharp tongue and rapier wit to go along with it. The only problem is that she has no chance to display this aspect of her personality. People are often intimidated by her - if not her reputation then her skill in kendo. It also doesn't help that she's mercilessly shot down every guy who's worked up the courage to confess to her or chucked their love letters straight in the bin in public view.
The hushed whispers behind her back that she's the daughter of a yakuza boss doesn't help either. It's a sore spot for her, especially since she wants nothing to do with that life - even if she's grown up in relative comfort thanks to it. It's her main motivation to do well in school and get a proper job elsewhere. Preferably overseas and far out of the reach of her father.
All of this has given her a reputation as a Frost Queen, and the fact that she does nothing to improve her reputation in this regard gives people the impression that she thinks she's better than them, or that she really enjoys the status of being yakuza. The truth, however, is that anyone who gets too close to her might simply end up being pulled into her world, and that's the last thing she wants for her classmates. The overprotective nature of her father has also meant that anyone he deems to be a dangerous influence on her is immediately removed - either by eviction or less savoury means.
If anyone really got to know her, however, all of that would change. Jun is scary, but only because she inherited her father's protective nature. Anyone she comes to respect and care for will find a steadfast and loyal friend who always has their backs - especially in a fight.
She is also scary because of how shamelessly skilled she is at charming women in clubs or (her guilty pleasure) the staff at the maid café she frequents, Kawaii Kohi. She is unrestrained when in party mode despite being a minor. The only thing she refrains from is drugs, and even then only the hard, addictive stuff. If one offers her some pot, she's more than willing to try it.
Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - A Masamune katana. It technically meant to be on display in her home, but in Jun's words "There is nothing more pitiful than caged dragon."
Armour - Depending on whether she has time to change, the female school uniform or her suit.
Accessories - A necklace with a silver dragon coil around a piece of photoluminescent jade that glows in the dark.
Kendo - This goes without saying, but her father insisted that she learn how to wield a sword since he had no other heirs and wants her to inherit his position. She is trained by a private instructor and though she wants desperately to join the kendo club and actually practice with her peers, she reluctantly admits that if her father got wind one of them landed a blow and injured her, there would be hell to pay.
Aikido - Well, obviously a young girl walking around with a katana is too conspicuous, so Jun was also taught Aikido to defend herself.
Background:
Jun's entire family history could probably be traced to the Yakuza as far as she is concerned, or recalls. Her mother was a hostess who ended up the mistress of her father. For most of her childhood, this wasn't hidden from her, not that it could. Her mother's reputation preceded them everywhere they went. Jun was ostracized by the neighbourhood kids, but they never did anything more than hurl insults. Presumably because their parents were afraid of the consequences.
As long as her father's world left her alone, she was content to assume it didn't exist. When his wife could not bear him any heirs, however, he saw Jun as his only chance left of securing a successor that was directly related to him by blood. So began her years of training in etiquette and kendo, in asserting her authority. She was tasked with running her household's finances with her mother, in preparation for managing territory.
She hated every moment of it. She knew what happened to daughters of yakuza. If her father became indebted to another gang, she would be offered as "goodwill". At best, she would be married off to another influential member of the underworld to seal an alliance or merge two families. The only problem was that she wasn't interested in men.
The first time her father got wind of her sleeping with a girl, he was furious. The girl's family suddenly received an eviction notice and had their store burnt down. Though he did not claim responsibility, the warning was clear to Jun - anyone her father deemed to be a disgrace upon the family would be removed. That list included any girl Jun deigned to have a relationship with.
So she moved away, transferred schools and was relocated somewhere nobody knew of her inclinations or what had happened with her previous girlfriend. Her lessons in succession continued, but Jun knew that she would never be free to live her life as long as she was just a daughter of the yakuza.
Persona: Mordred
Appearance:
Abilities:
Mudoon
Blade of Fury
Strong against Physical
Rebellion</s>
<|message|>Mako Moritomi
Mako Moritomi//Noodle Shop
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
==~==
Mako nodded at Sato's assessment- he hadn't used his powers quite yet, so he didn't know his limits, but it would be folly to presume he could simply use his soul as a weapon with impunity. He'd need to depend on his own physical prowess, for the most part, and using just his fists to attack seemed... unappealing. He'd have to consider something else, something more useful. Hmm. He looked back up at Sato.
"Well, if you have any suggestions for a weapon, let me know. I'm usually more used to using my fists, but I don't think that would work very well, if... my Shadow is any indication," He shrugged. "I suppose that's one of the perks of you being an archer, huh? Makes picking a weapon a lot easier... aaaaaand, now I know I'm rambling." He smiled up at Sato, which shrank a little as he got into his spiel about the dangers of the Mirror World, but didn't completely go away. He lowered his eyes to his partially-eaten dish, still only half-smiling.
"I don't see what could be worse than what I've seen. My Shadow- which, might I add, was the manifestation of all the anger and resentment I've kept bottled up inside since I was nine- tried to incinerate me, along with everyone who was trying to save me, and everyone I ever loved or cared about. Called them garbage, trash, etc. It sucked. Honestly, compared to that, some good old-fashioned monster hunting will be..." Here his grin turned savage.
"...Cathartic." He paused for a second, then looked back up at Sato, his expression turning sheepish.
"Er... sorry for going all, 'rawr, kill all the things,' on you, but... trust me. I'll be fine. Whatever comes, I'll deal with it." His eyebrow raised when Sato asked about his food, and he looked down again, looking between his dish and Sato's. Now that he was looking at it, Sato's did look rather less appetizing than his own. He thought for a moment, then pushed his plate over toward Sato. He smiled.
"It's pretty good. Maybe you should try some? Here, I'll take a taste of yours, just to be fair to both of us." He reached over and snatched up one of the deep-fried shrimp with his chopsticks before popping it in his mouth and chewing. He paused, then pushed his plate closer to Sato.
"...Take mine, your noodles suck."
The two of them finished their meals- here meaning, Sato finished the rest of Mako's meal and they left his crappy dish cooling on the table- and walked outside, promising to talk more later. Mako and Sato stood awkwardly for a couple seconds as Mako considered how to end their meeting- he considered a handshake, but that didn't seem right for some reason. He stood there for a few more seconds, and just as Sato started to look concerned, he acted.
Moving forward, he quickly wrapped his arms around Sato's shoulders in a quick, but firm hug. He released Sato, quietly said goodbye, and walked off, blushing fiercely. He hoped he'd be able to go hunt some Shadows with the rest of the crew soon- he had some awkwardness that needed alleviating, and soon.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Ferrero Mall - After School
4/7/2015 - Saturday
The mall area on Saturdays were always a bit more populated, the half-day at school helped with it as many students would take this extra time to hang out, go take care of club things, or do the week's shopping. Rui in this case was simply going around to places he hadn't gone to for awhile, like the maid cafe, or following up on Shizuka about the costumes... Well, knowing her, she might already be thinking of costumes for everyone in the team.
For now, he was at the arcade to play a few matches before heading off to the maid cafe. Maybe they should use that place as a "meeting place"... They didn't really have anywhere like that, it was always for awhile just wherever was convenient, not to mention Kami was always on the move so they didn't have that freedom, but having a dedicated place to gather would be useful with a group this size. Maybe he should talk to Shizuka about it...</s>
| <|message|>Jun Himura
Amusement Park // Saturday // Evening
Jun could feel the glare off the stall owner on her as she took aim through the sights of the BB gun and scored another hit. She was quickly emptying out his top prizes simply by being there for the past half an hour, scoring stuffed toys and cute figurines for a few of the lovely girls walking around. There was a small group of them surrounding her now, marveling at her skill and blushing when she offered them the right to choose a prize with the points she had scored. They hadn't been around when she threatened the guy to bring her bodyguards in to inspect his stall when it became apparent some of the targets were weighted down though.
She was used to the stares, even with the increased number of bodyguards. The kidnappings had her father worried, not to mention that in spite of his protests against her going out on the weekends to club and flirt with young women, she managed good grades anyway so he couldn't come up with anything better to occupy her time. A few weeks ago when he insisted she practise her kendo more diligently, one of his own lieutenants ended up in the hospital with a broken collarbone. So, he decided he would be just as much of an annoyance by putting so many guards on her that anyone would be uncomfortable approaching her while she was outside.
If only there was a way for them to do that here, in the amusement park. It was so crowded nobody could really tell she had the equivalent of a small army detachment watching her. As she handed off the prize to the last girl in the group, however, something felt amiss to her.
There's another group watching me... The kidnappers? No, this hostility is way too intense. Jun scanned the crowd by shifting just her eyes, hoping to spot anyone eyeballing her. She saw no one. Well, if they are looking for an opening to strike, let's give them one.
Slowly, Jun headed towards the less crowded areas of the amusement park - the horror attractions. She had no weapons to defend herself with, but she could always disarm someone and use theirs. The problem was that there were too many bystanders who would get hurt. She could do little more than be bait, and just wait for them to initiate the attack.
"Send a message to your father, little bitch!" A cry came out from behind her. Wakizashi. That crest. Seems familiar... Yakuza. Are they breaking the alliance? She mused, as she ducked in one fluid movement, spinning around as she dropped to floor in a low kick and observed both the traditional weaponry and the emblem proudly worn on the man's clothes. He was knocked off balance with the blow but then two more attackers jumped in. One straight for her and another... for the enemy?
Well, shit. Looks like there are two packs of wolves hunting me. A fight was out of the question now, as Jun's bodyguards closed in to try and protect her. She got back on her feet and ran, straight for the house of mirrors.</s> |
<|description|>Jun Himura
"You throw around 'daughter of the Yakuza' like it's an insult. It is true I am born of the underworld… so tell me why I should take the word of a fool who provokes a demon seriously?"
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
If it weren't for the fact that Jun wears a skirt and has long hair, most people would assume she was just a feminine looking boy. The way she carries herself seems to be that of a man, at any rate. The fact that her "casual" wear (read: clubbing/picking up girls) wear is a suit doesn't help matters.
She rarely wears anything revealing because of the dragon tattoo on her back. It takes up almost the entirety of her back, the only revealing sign that she is indeed, linked to the yakuza.
Arcana: Devil
Personality:
Jun has charisma, and lots of it. She's frank with her opinions and tactful with her words, with a sharp tongue and rapier wit to go along with it. The only problem is that she has no chance to display this aspect of her personality. People are often intimidated by her - if not her reputation then her skill in kendo. It also doesn't help that she's mercilessly shot down every guy who's worked up the courage to confess to her or chucked their love letters straight in the bin in public view.
The hushed whispers behind her back that she's the daughter of a yakuza boss doesn't help either. It's a sore spot for her, especially since she wants nothing to do with that life - even if she's grown up in relative comfort thanks to it. It's her main motivation to do well in school and get a proper job elsewhere. Preferably overseas and far out of the reach of her father.
All of this has given her a reputation as a Frost Queen, and the fact that she does nothing to improve her reputation in this regard gives people the impression that she thinks she's better than them, or that she really enjoys the status of being yakuza. The truth, however, is that anyone who gets too close to her might simply end up being pulled into her world, and that's the last thing she wants for her classmates. The overprotective nature of her father has also meant that anyone he deems to be a dangerous influence on her is immediately removed - either by eviction or less savoury means.
If anyone really got to know her, however, all of that would change. Jun is scary, but only because she inherited her father's protective nature. Anyone she comes to respect and care for will find a steadfast and loyal friend who always has their backs - especially in a fight.
She is also scary because of how shamelessly skilled she is at charming women in clubs or (her guilty pleasure) the staff at the maid café she frequents, Kawaii Kohi. She is unrestrained when in party mode despite being a minor. The only thing she refrains from is drugs, and even then only the hard, addictive stuff. If one offers her some pot, she's more than willing to try it.
Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - A Masamune katana. It technically meant to be on display in her home, but in Jun's words "There is nothing more pitiful than caged dragon."
Armour - Depending on whether she has time to change, the female school uniform or her suit.
Accessories - A necklace with a silver dragon coil around a piece of photoluminescent jade that glows in the dark.
Kendo - This goes without saying, but her father insisted that she learn how to wield a sword since he had no other heirs and wants her to inherit his position. She is trained by a private instructor and though she wants desperately to join the kendo club and actually practice with her peers, she reluctantly admits that if her father got wind one of them landed a blow and injured her, there would be hell to pay.
Aikido - Well, obviously a young girl walking around with a katana is too conspicuous, so Jun was also taught Aikido to defend herself.
Background:
Jun's entire family history could probably be traced to the Yakuza as far as she is concerned, or recalls. Her mother was a hostess who ended up the mistress of her father. For most of her childhood, this wasn't hidden from her, not that it could. Her mother's reputation preceded them everywhere they went. Jun was ostracized by the neighbourhood kids, but they never did anything more than hurl insults. Presumably because their parents were afraid of the consequences.
As long as her father's world left her alone, she was content to assume it didn't exist. When his wife could not bear him any heirs, however, he saw Jun as his only chance left of securing a successor that was directly related to him by blood. So began her years of training in etiquette and kendo, in asserting her authority. She was tasked with running her household's finances with her mother, in preparation for managing territory.
She hated every moment of it. She knew what happened to daughters of yakuza. If her father became indebted to another gang, she would be offered as "goodwill". At best, she would be married off to another influential member of the underworld to seal an alliance or merge two families. The only problem was that she wasn't interested in men.
The first time her father got wind of her sleeping with a girl, he was furious. The girl's family suddenly received an eviction notice and had their store burnt down. Though he did not claim responsibility, the warning was clear to Jun - anyone her father deemed to be a disgrace upon the family would be removed. That list included any girl Jun deigned to have a relationship with.
So she moved away, transferred schools and was relocated somewhere nobody knew of her inclinations or what had happened with her previous girlfriend. Her lessons in succession continued, but Jun knew that she would never be free to live her life as long as she was just a daughter of the yakuza.
Persona: Mordred
Appearance:
Abilities:
Mudoon
Blade of Fury
Strong against Physical
Rebellion</s>
<|message|>Mako Moritomi
Mako Moritomi//Sapphire Inn, Cavern, F2 -> Royal Suite
Sunday, July 5, 2015
==~==
Mako walked through the hole in the wall ahead of them, still hefting his hatchet with a nervous energy. While the situation had been manageable so far, especially given this was his first voluntary jaunt into this Mirror World, but he was still concerned for a number of reasons. He thought back to his own kidnapping, and the Shadow that had emerged once the team came to his rescue. Assuming things remained consistent between trips like this, there would be such a creature awaiting them here, too. And even with everyone here to help, he was rather unsure of his odds in that matchup.
He looked around the garishly-decorated courtyard, wincing slightly at the brightness of the scene. It looked like a casino had thrown up on a traditional inn- made his eyes hurt just to look at it. He looked around at the other investigators as the team leaders and navigators discussed what likely awaited them up ahead. It sounded like they had a party waiting for them. Mako grimaced.
My abilities are more centered on dueling one-on-one than with groups. That's irksome. I wonder if there's a way to change that? I'll talk to Rui later, maybe he knows something. I suppose I'll just have to make do with what I have.
Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he turned to see Sato making his way toward him. Unbidden, a relieved smile worked its way onto his face, and he walked over to meet the upperclassman. He nodded as Sato went on about the teams having to work together to get this far.
"I think you're right- it seems like actions we took affected your side, and vice versa. Whatever the case, it seems to have worked out all right for us." At Sato's additional questioning, Mako shuffled a bit before answering.
"It's... been going. I'm not exactly kitted out for dealing with groups, which has been most of what we've faced. All this is taking some getting used to. On the other hand, I'm good at taking down priority targets; I have a skill that weakens a single enemy significantly, so... whatever big baddie is waiting for us up here? I can manage that."
He paused for a second before continuing.
"Look, I... I know you're the one with experience in this sort of thing. A lot more than I have, anyway. But watch yourself in there, okay? I'll try and keep an eye on you as much as I can, but if I can't, don't let yourself get sucker punched, all right? Losing anyone on this trip would suck, but... it would really, really suck if it was you.
"Umm... that's all." he finished lamely, averting his eyes toward the floor and blushing.
God, I'm such a moron...</s>
<|message|>Akane (Saito) Hanazawa
Akane Hanazawa // Sapphire Inn | F2 -------> Royal Suite
Sunday, July 5th, 2015
Doing away with the Monkey boss, they moved along through the main entrance and entered a courtyard, arriving before a grand entrance to something. Giving the gaudy look and sleazy coloring and decorations....she imagined that 'something' being the gateway to hell. Though, more of the disgusting variety more than anything. Given the last few areas, she didn't really expect much but she never would've thought the look and such would be getting worse.
It kind of reminded her of Shizuka's dungeon but her's was morely on the irritating side, this one was definitely the most tasteless by far. Well, when coming to a dungeon you're either be terrified of the monsters or the interior designer (dungeon creator). But speaking of getting worse, a noise could be heard to the side accompanied by part of the rocky wall opening, revealing Kami's party. Clicking her tongue... Kami...why couldn't he just fall of a cliff or simply taken out by a horde of shadows already?
Sighing to herself, she perked up once she heard Megumi mentioning that there were readings of a lot more of those knights waiting for them. She just hoped the party increase won't prove to be a hindrance. As long as they don't get in the way and take away her targets, it should be fine. Though eager to get the fight started, there wasn't anything she could do but wait until everyone was ready.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Sapphire Inn - Royal Suite, Main Room
5/7/2015 - Sunday
@enterthehero@itano123@Haru Nyan
-am-X@Sen@Takaru
As soon as everyone appeared to be ready, Rui and Kami led the group through. They stepped up onto the verandah and continued onwards towards the long and many steps, it was basically a giant diagonal hallway, the giant doors at the end slightly ajar. They could hear talking from beyond. It seems this was indeed their objective.
The decorations around them were gaudy and almost immaculately placed. It seemed almost as if it was freshly made, like there was someone to impress, although that was if one would ignore the content of the decorations. They seemed to be quite... Liberal, all kinds of images of girls. Although none of them were their target at all, every single one was different, and whenever you would look away and look back, the picture changed to another.
The context of these walls as they climbed the steps was that of display, the blank and simple backdrop along with plaques that changed just as often as the pictures.
Soon, they managed to reach the goal and swing the doors open as they witnessed yet another person's shadow.</s>
| <|message|>Jun Himura
Jun's memory was hazy as she stood up to find herself facing a mirror. No, it was no reflection looking back at her. The eyes were wrong.
"You wear my face, but I don't have a twin. What trickery is this?" She demanded, having had enough of this strangeness. She had been here long enough to know this place was not normal, but to think she was standing face to face with a clone, in this bizzard realm... This must be where the kidnapped kids go. She realized. They had all seen this place. If that's the case, I'll be fine, right?
"Not a twin, no, though that is an appropriate term, in some regards. I am who you wish you could be... Free of responsibilities to the clan. Free to love who you wish, without interference from a close-minded father. Free to lose yourself in passion and desire and power. I am you, Jun. The part you don't wish to acknowledge. The lesbian love child of a yakuza boss who takes pride in being a disappointment to her parents... A cliche of a rebellious teenager." The alternate her spoke, giving voice to the part of her that she denied existed.
"Fuck off. Like you could ever know-" Well, not to play the part of rebellious teenager, but who would freely admit the darkest parts of themselves existed? This ghost of her might have her face, but she was not the same Jun who had lived.
"What it's like to feel shame for kissing a girl you're attracted to? To know that the gaze you feel upon your back is the wrath your father will bring upon her, just for touching and indulging you? I know, because you know. I know it's a rush for you to know you will anger your father by flaunting your sexuality and rebellion in his face, and damn whoever gets hurt along the way as long as you can keep rattling your chains. It's the only way you know to fight back... because you're too weak to escape."
The words cut deep. She has my memories. Jun figured. It happened enough in movies for her to guess this strange place was where people's worst fears and secrets were brought out before them. Was this her trial then? Did she have to defeat this evil twin in order to escape? Anger boiled in her blood as she processed those words. How dare this poor imitation presume to take her burdens and pain, claim it as her own? How dare this copy claim to know what it's like living a life where one wasn't allowed to be who they are, with who they loved?
How dare this shell dare to say her life amounted to nothing more than a sham?
"No! That's not it at all! You're not me!" Jun yelled as she picked up a katana that had been lying around, ready for a fight. She was met with mocking laughter as the form before her warped and shifted.</s> |
<|description|>Jun Himura
"You throw around 'daughter of the Yakuza' like it's an insult. It is true I am born of the underworld… so tell me why I should take the word of a fool who provokes a demon seriously?"
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
If it weren't for the fact that Jun wears a skirt and has long hair, most people would assume she was just a feminine looking boy. The way she carries herself seems to be that of a man, at any rate. The fact that her "casual" wear (read: clubbing/picking up girls) wear is a suit doesn't help matters.
She rarely wears anything revealing because of the dragon tattoo on her back. It takes up almost the entirety of her back, the only revealing sign that she is indeed, linked to the yakuza.
Arcana: Devil
Personality:
Jun has charisma, and lots of it. She's frank with her opinions and tactful with her words, with a sharp tongue and rapier wit to go along with it. The only problem is that she has no chance to display this aspect of her personality. People are often intimidated by her - if not her reputation then her skill in kendo. It also doesn't help that she's mercilessly shot down every guy who's worked up the courage to confess to her or chucked their love letters straight in the bin in public view.
The hushed whispers behind her back that she's the daughter of a yakuza boss doesn't help either. It's a sore spot for her, especially since she wants nothing to do with that life - even if she's grown up in relative comfort thanks to it. It's her main motivation to do well in school and get a proper job elsewhere. Preferably overseas and far out of the reach of her father.
All of this has given her a reputation as a Frost Queen, and the fact that she does nothing to improve her reputation in this regard gives people the impression that she thinks she's better than them, or that she really enjoys the status of being yakuza. The truth, however, is that anyone who gets too close to her might simply end up being pulled into her world, and that's the last thing she wants for her classmates. The overprotective nature of her father has also meant that anyone he deems to be a dangerous influence on her is immediately removed - either by eviction or less savoury means.
If anyone really got to know her, however, all of that would change. Jun is scary, but only because she inherited her father's protective nature. Anyone she comes to respect and care for will find a steadfast and loyal friend who always has their backs - especially in a fight.
She is also scary because of how shamelessly skilled she is at charming women in clubs or (her guilty pleasure) the staff at the maid café she frequents, Kawaii Kohi. She is unrestrained when in party mode despite being a minor. The only thing she refrains from is drugs, and even then only the hard, addictive stuff. If one offers her some pot, she's more than willing to try it.
Equipment/Skills:
Weapon - A Masamune katana. It technically meant to be on display in her home, but in Jun's words "There is nothing more pitiful than caged dragon."
Armour - Depending on whether she has time to change, the female school uniform or her suit.
Accessories - A necklace with a silver dragon coil around a piece of photoluminescent jade that glows in the dark.
Kendo - This goes without saying, but her father insisted that she learn how to wield a sword since he had no other heirs and wants her to inherit his position. She is trained by a private instructor and though she wants desperately to join the kendo club and actually practice with her peers, she reluctantly admits that if her father got wind one of them landed a blow and injured her, there would be hell to pay.
Aikido - Well, obviously a young girl walking around with a katana is too conspicuous, so Jun was also taught Aikido to defend herself.
Background:
Jun's entire family history could probably be traced to the Yakuza as far as she is concerned, or recalls. Her mother was a hostess who ended up the mistress of her father. For most of her childhood, this wasn't hidden from her, not that it could. Her mother's reputation preceded them everywhere they went. Jun was ostracized by the neighbourhood kids, but they never did anything more than hurl insults. Presumably because their parents were afraid of the consequences.
As long as her father's world left her alone, she was content to assume it didn't exist. When his wife could not bear him any heirs, however, he saw Jun as his only chance left of securing a successor that was directly related to him by blood. So began her years of training in etiquette and kendo, in asserting her authority. She was tasked with running her household's finances with her mother, in preparation for managing territory.
She hated every moment of it. She knew what happened to daughters of yakuza. If her father became indebted to another gang, she would be offered as "goodwill". At best, she would be married off to another influential member of the underworld to seal an alliance or merge two families. The only problem was that she wasn't interested in men.
The first time her father got wind of her sleeping with a girl, he was furious. The girl's family suddenly received an eviction notice and had their store burnt down. Though he did not claim responsibility, the warning was clear to Jun - anyone her father deemed to be a disgrace upon the family would be removed. That list included any girl Jun deigned to have a relationship with.
So she moved away, transferred schools and was relocated somewhere nobody knew of her inclinations or what had happened with her previous girlfriend. Her lessons in succession continued, but Jun knew that she would never be free to live her life as long as she was just a daughter of the yakuza.
Persona: Mordred
Appearance:
Abilities:
Mudoon
Blade of Fury
Strong against Physical
Rebellion</s>
<|message|>Katsuro Takuma
Minazuki
Warakuma Hospital - 6/7/2015 - Monday
Katsuro's eye flicked open, staring at the hospital ceiling. Instantly, he tried to get up, straining a muscle as he quickly tried to look around and see where he was. The fact he was in a hospital did not bode well, and his first thought was that he had been hurt again somehow.
No. Everything was still there. There were no wounds, beyond the permanent ones. That was a nice surprise. He was just really tired.
Finally, he began to remember what had happened the night before. He was having a hard time believing it, but thinking about it harder, it became easier to accept. That entire velvet room thing had...been interesting as well. He made a point to talk to someone about that as soon as possible. He remembered other people in the other world, and some of them seemed familiar...
Someone walked into his room, Katsuro looked up to see someone walk in. His eye narrowed. He listened to Rui talk, and smirked, moving his hair over the mess that was once his left eye. Someone had removed his patch while he was out.
"You should sell things on television with a pitch like that."
He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to get put in danger again, but even so...it was a whole new world! Something that so few people probably got to experience. He had a feeling that the only reason he hadn't fainted from realizing its existence was due to not quite realizing the gravity of the revelation yet. Then again, that might have been the reason he fainted and woke up in this place anyway...
"Alright then." He finally said, looking up. "I've never been one to back away from a fight."
He got up again, swinging his legs off the bed.
"Now, do you know when i can leave? I don't want to spend any more time in this hole than i have to."</s>
<|message|>Mako Moritomi
Mako Moritomi//Game Over Arcade
Monday, July 6, 2015
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Mako was holding his breath as Sato began talking, afraid that his words had come out wrong, that he'd said too much, that Sato wouldn't accept his confession... a million-and-one thoughts spiraled through his head, all orbiting around one hope. As Sato began to speak, that hope dimmed further and further- it sounded like a rejection, but he couldn't be sure. He could imagine, though. Mako sighed, and closed his eyes, bracing himself for whatever came...
"But..." Mako opened his eyes. "But" was better than "no." He looked up at Sato as he finished.
"...If it meant spending another day with you, I'd do it all again." Mako's heart felt like it leapt into his throat. Does that mean...?
"I want to make one last change with you."
Oh, gods.
Mako opened his mouth to say something, but never got the chance- without a word, Sato leaned forward, wrapping his arms around him in a firm embrace, as though he never meant to let go. Mako sighed and relaxed into the gesture, returning the favor with his own hug, blinking rapidly in disbelief and a failed attempt to stop the happy tears that now gleamed in his eyes. His head spun in ecstatic delirium, unable to quite understand what was happening at the moment, still holding Sato in a bone-crushing hug, afraid that if he let go, he would lose all of this- this moment, this feeling, this... relationship.
"We've never seen each other's Shadows," said Sato quietly in his ear, "but thank you for trusting me, Mako. Thank you for giving me a chance."
Mako sniffed, still holding back tears. "Anytime."
He had no idea how long they stood there, holding each other, but eventually they separated, both reaching up to wipe away tears.
"The moon isn't full or new or anything tonight, but do you want to watch it with me tonight? I don't want you to leave me today." Sato smiled sheepishly as he tried to stem his own crying, as unsuccessfully as Mako's own attempts. "Sorry, I just... I don't know what I'm saying anymore. Just... just tell me what to say, Mako. Let's talk some more."
Mako smiled, some of his previous confidence reasserting itself. He leaned up, pressing a kiss to Sato's cheek, before turning to speak in his ear.
"First off, I would love to watch the moon with you tonight. I'm not going anywhere, count on that. Secondly, let's get out of here- you're right, it's way too loud to process this sort of thing in here." He dropped back down, smiling up at his... boyfriend? Whatever- he'd figure it out soon enough. They'd figure it out.
"So... where do you want to go?"</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Warakuma Hospital
6/7/2015 - Monday
@Vulkan
"You should be out at the end of today, usually, if there's nothing wrong with you. It's up to the nurses here", he responded. So yet another addition to their crew. Afterwards he had them both exchange numbers, now that he was part of the team, keeping in touch was going to need to be a necessity,
"We'll keep in touch", for various obvious reasons. If there were anymore questions he can call him later, but for now Rui was heading out and over to the next room.
As he walked over, he was seeing one of them whispering with the other...
"Hmmm... You're one of her friends?", he asked, looking to Rui. He wasn't as well acquainted with Jun as some others, but probably.
"Yeah", he answered.
"Alright, you can come in...", and with that he stepped inside, one of the guards stayed while another left. It looked like it may either be an errand... Or dismissal, regardless, he was now alone in the room with Jun in her hospital bed.
"You're Jun right? Do you remember what happened recently?", he inquired as he stepped over, affirming whether or not she remembered the events in the dungeon.</s>
| <|message|>Jun Himura
Warakuma Hospital // Monday
minazuki
"I must be." Jun replied with a courteous smile and a slight bow of her head as the boy entered. She didn't know his name, but she'd seen him around school. "I remember most of it. Being chased by assassins and hooded weirdos. Falling through a mirror in the Hall of Mirrors. That strange mountain I woke up on. The weird knight that turned into... my Persona? That's what Nose Guy called it, correct?"
She had lowered her voice so her guard outside wouldn't hear the conversation. It wasn't about the man himself as much as Jun not wanting anything she said getting to her father. She looked out her window. "I also remember that everyone who came to save me were former abduction victims. I'm guessing this is what you guys have been up to."
She sighed and turned back to the boy. "If you're here to recruit me, I hope you realize by now my situation is a little... complicated. The rumours floating around school are true, not that anyone needs confirmation. I am the daughter of a yakuza boss. After I get discharged, my father is unlikely to let me walk around without an escort. I won't be of much help if I have eyes on me all the time."</s> |
<|description|>Gen Itoshi
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Gen is unusually tall for his age, standing 181cm tall (5 feet 9 inches), and his doctor had told him that he could grow a bit more. That alone is enough to make him outstand on a crowd, instead of his clear blue eyes. He has two moles that seem to be aligned and another one below his mouth. When not using his uniform, Gen dresses in polo shirts with sweaters (when the weather allows it), dark jeans and sneakers, lacking any kind of accessories apart from his black-rimmed glasses.
Arcana: Hierophant
Personality: In a word: clumsy. In more than a word: Gen is not ill-intended, but everything he attempts to do does not seem to go the way he intends it to. And that is an understatement. That is why many people deny wanting his help when they need it, unless it is absolutely necessary, and even then they would be reticent. He likes to help, but mainly he likes to feel needed and that he is not the odd one out. He seems quite easy to talk to and a very cheerful person, and likes to throw sayings out of the blue which can sometimes be eerily appropriate, while still hiding the memory that torments him at night.
Equipment/Skills:
* Weapon: Naginata
* Skills: Surprisingly vast vocabulary and equally-surprising cooking
Background: Gen was born to a family of teachers, which meant that a lot was expected of him, academically speaking. Since kindergarten, he had to spend many hours sitting in front of a book and study so that his parents were satisfied when his report card would come. That was no easy task, for Gen could not simply memorize everything his parents wanted him to. He would get nervous when tests came and he would barely pass, and later he would get scolded for not meeting their expectations. His punishments, then, was to study everything again until he knew it by heart.
Until an accident occurred.
One day after dinner, they were robbed in their own house. Two hooded men forced the door open and seized them, pointing them with guns and ordering them around. Gen was utterly scared, and so were his parents. What was worse was that Gen could not move; the men would yell at him and his parents would beckon him to go where they were, but Gen was so frightened that his body would not react to them. One of the men pointed him with his gun, and pulled the trigger.
Gen did not die from that shot because his father received the bullet instead. His mother cried, and then the man realized what he has done and ran away, his partner carrying everything they had robbed. Gen had the man's hooded face ingrained in his mind, but he still did not move. His mother hugged him and his father's corpse lied on the floor before them.
From thereon, Gen could not concentrate at all, and his mother did not push him. He had nightmares with the robber's face, and a gun pointing its muzzle at him. He was sent to therapy, and he still does, and started to develop a sort of clumsiness that he had not had before.
Persona: Hokuto Seikun
Appearance
Abilities: TBA.
Unawakened Persona</s>
<|message|>Noboru Yamamoto
Noboru Yamamoto-Ferrero Mall-1:35 PM
The blows to the back of his head came quickly, driving Noboru downwards, right into the oncoming knee. crack.
He could feel it inch across his face, the pain of a broken nose. He shoved off, and stepped back. From his nose, blood steadily dripped down his face, forming a stream onto the ground. He shoved back off of her and stepped back, clearing his head and taking a boxers stance. He yelled at the others trying to edge in.
Hey you fucks! This is my fucking fight so back the hell off!"
He grabbed the purple haired lady by her shoulder, swinging her away from the other attempted participant. He ducked in, and his boxing instinct kicked in, swinging into her left, cheek, throwing his other fist into her right cheek, and then brought his other fist back again, for a one two one hit. His feet kept dancing, finally getting his footing and remembering his boxing skills.
Akari Yamamoto-Ferrero Mall-1:35 PM
Ohohoho. This was getting quite bloody. Akira addressed her again, interrupting her fun of watching what she wanted to watch most.
"He's not just some monkey. He'd be able to put most opponents into the hospital for a while, what, with what such a muscle head he is. He'd most likely be able to put you down as well. I'm hoping pretty girl prince over there is just able to handle him well. At the least, she made his face less annoying. But we shall see, will we not?"</s>
<|message|>Masahide Saji
Ferrero Mall27.4.2015
'If you wanted a private fight, probably shouldn't have started one in the middle of the mall,' Masa shook his head in what could only be described as a mix of disappointment and disgust. Still, he'd turn away from the combat as he began forcing his way out of the crowd... But not before opening his phone and dialing in a few number. Placing the device to his ear as he exited the masses, he'd be able to take a few steps before someone answered.
"Ferrero Mall Security office, how-" The operator chimed in- her voice cheerful and polite as if oblivious to the antics going on outside her office.
Masahide cut her off mid sentence, "Are you unaware of a brawl going on? Or is it just nap time for the security staff?"
"Excuse me?" The tone in the operator's voice could not have changed more dramatically, now taking on a abrasive and matter of fact tone.
"You've got two kids beating on each other. Might want to send someone out before one of them kills the other." Masa closed his phone abruptly after speaking, pocketing the device with one last glance behind him. Shrugging his shoulders, his focus would shift the mall before him. Having forgotten the reason he had even traveled to the mall in the first place, he was content just to roam. 'Maybe I should go see that movie everyone is talking about? I got that money from the shop owner left over...' Pausing a moment just outside the cinema, he couldn't help but chuckle, 'Man, I really haven't done this in awhile. Killing time isn't one of my strengths it seems,' shaking his head in slight amusement at the thought.</s>
<|message|>Akira Kirigakure
Akane Hanazawa // Ferrero Mall
Monday, April 27th, 2015
1:42 PM
After a few minutes of smashing into the back of his skull, his hold gave way and sent him crashing into her knee, breaking his nose. Wasn't a turn of events she was expecting but she'll take it all the same. With that he shoved off and backed off, finally giving her space as they resumed the fight off their feet. It was then the interlopers made themselves known, one of which thought it was necessary to move in and toss food at her, though she was unaware. Before it was able to connect, however, the boy grabbed her by the shoulder and swung her around, away from the others path and continued his assault.
Assuming a boxer's stance, he threw down hard blows going cheek for cheek. Staggering slightly, she maintained her composure, stepped in and delivered a headbutt to his temple to kill his momentum and followed with an arm toss, slamming the boy to the ground. She then proceeded with a sleeper, intending to choke him out.
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Akira Kirigakure // Ferrero Mall
Monday, April 27th, 2015
Same Time
"Maybe, Maybe not." he smiled as he continued watching only for his smile turn to a frown when a few people decided to interfere. "Already time for the 7th inning stretch?" Putting his eyes back on the other interloper, he made the boys presence known to Akari. "Looks like we've got a whistle blower." No way she's had enough fun. I wonder what her next move will be. With his usual smile back on his face, he returned to watching.</s>
<|message|>Noboru Yamamoto
Noboru Yamamoto-Ferrero Mall-1:50 PM
The arms came down and started choking him. They were both getting tired, and Noboru knew that some sort of trouble was bound to come, with evidence of that kid attacking moments before. He put his last bit of strength to free his arm, delivering a lightning blow to her nose, cracking it. He used the moments of stun to shake her off and hop back up. Trying to get back up, he could hear the fabric already tearing. His shirt had been caught on a stray nail in the ground, and had stuck on it, ripping straight off of his body. Oops. He quickly spun around, grabbing the girl, facing the crowd, and taking a bow. While bowing, he took a silent whisper and whispered in her ear.
Listen. Me and you are bound to get in major trouble if we stay here. Play along now if you don't want to have a high profile and be known all around as the girl who got into a brawl in the broad daylight of a mall, got it?
Noboru stood up, and spoke to the crowd.
"And scene. Thank you all for allowing us to test our new little scene for a play we've been practicing, but it seems to need a bit more work, and while I would love to stay and sign atuographs, we need to wash all these special effects off of our clothes and faces, to look even better than we did now. Goodbye fans, hope you enjoyed the show!
Noboru ushered the girl out of the mall, leading her down the route to the hospital. He spoke to her while walking. "Come one, we're both beat the fuck up, we need a bit of medical care to boot. I know you have a broken rib or two, so let's make a truce while we get help. Understood?"
Akari Yamamoto-Ferrero Mall-1:50 PM
Akari let out a near silent cackle. She snapped her phone shut, getting enough recordings and pictures to last a while. This blackmail would work effectively for the longest while, giving her plenty of time to get what she wanted. The fight didn't matter anymore, but this did. It was absolutely delicious.</s>
<|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Ferrero Mall, Cinemas || April 27 MON
Blinking, Shizuka wondered where he was going with his previous statement but decided not to ponder on it too long as he pointed out how well her costume was made. With an upward curve adorning her lips, the cosplayer replied in an appreciative tone, "Why, thank you! I had sewn it myself. While my other skills are comparable to an average person, I'm actually confident about my tailoring and make up skills." A pause before her blue eyes sparkled from an idea she thought up, before suggesting said idea to Rui. "If you wish to, senpai, I may customize costumes for you to wear. Having new additions to the cosplay community is always welcome!" Her expression brightened up, just like any other time she would ramble about anything related to her hobbies.
Putting the cosplay topic aside, the male student inquired whether she was done watching the movie. "Actually yes, so I was just on my way out of the cinemas to settle somewhere for lunch. I do hope you'll be able to enjoy it as much as I did!" The blonde bowed her head slightly in a gesture to bid farewell before heading to the exit. Upon reaching the outside of the cinemas, another familiar face was among the crowd, Masa, the other upperclassman Shizuka had just met yesterday. What another coincidence. An arm raised itself instinctively for a wave, "Sa--" before she used the same arm to cover her mouth with her hand immediately after to stop herself from speaking. She had almost forgotten she was currently cosplaying, there was no way the closet otaku was going to have someone, an upperclassman at that, know about her 'looked down upon by society' hobby.
Quick on her feet, Shizuka brisk walked away from the scene to enter the nearest pasta restaurant.</s>
| <|message|>Gen Itoshi
Monday, 27
th
, 2015 – Golden Week
Ferrero Mall
A primeval voice, an instinct passed on by generations and generations of monkeys and men and monkey-men, told Gen that he should move away from the fight between those guy and the girl. Hehe, monkey-men. Wait, were they like sea-monkeys, but with… manliness instead of sea? They were the ancient wielders of the flames of manhood, the sacred defenders of what truly meant to be a man and a monkey. They probably threw their own feces at their enemies too. Would Gen not give anything to meet one of those legendary heroes, to learn their secrets, well, not the ones involving excrement, but the manhood flame – oh, that one, yes – he would be invincible. Invincible!
And yet Gen was not moving. He was very much preoccupied with the monkey-men that he forgot to move. The tall freshman jumped towards the safety of the crowd before punches went flying his way, his reflexes sharper than ever. Fear made people do incredible things, like jumping just at the nick of time, enduring excruciating pain, or even throwing your own fe- Okay, maybe Gen should stop with that. It was unhealthy. Was if he were to say it out loud? That would be his downfall. He already was not the best of students, nor was he the worst. Why did he even try to help? It was recently turning into a bad habit. Actually, it has only been a bad habit, since it made things go from bad to worse. He was not really sure about this particular case, though.
Gen elbowed his way out of the crowd of roaring spectators. Why, oh, why did the mall became a fighting ring today? Why not yesterday, when he was not there? Warakuma was not really this chaotic. Capitalism was to blame, of course. The sudden industrialization and modern malls and the booming of local commerce was making struggles on people's minds, thus creating scenarios such as that one. Those two were victims of the instant messaging and junk food culture, and the only way to get their frustration out was to fight. Damn capitalism!
"Finally!" Gen exclaimed as he reached the end of the crowd, and leapt out of it victorious. Surprisingly, the crows ended where the cinema began. The two fighters should have sold tickets for their fight, for they were bound to make a fortune. However, there was a problem for Gen. He did not see the black-haired guy [Masa] who happened to be on Gen's landing spot. Nononono. Why this kept happening?! "AH! Watch out!" He warned loudly, hoping it would not be too late for the guy to jump out of the way and save his life.</s> |
<|description|>Gen Itoshi
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Gen is unusually tall for his age, standing 181cm tall (5 feet 9 inches), and his doctor had told him that he could grow a bit more. That alone is enough to make him outstand on a crowd, instead of his clear blue eyes. He has two moles that seem to be aligned and another one below his mouth. When not using his uniform, Gen dresses in polo shirts with sweaters (when the weather allows it), dark jeans and sneakers, lacking any kind of accessories apart from his black-rimmed glasses.
Arcana: Hierophant
Personality: In a word: clumsy. In more than a word: Gen is not ill-intended, but everything he attempts to do does not seem to go the way he intends it to. And that is an understatement. That is why many people deny wanting his help when they need it, unless it is absolutely necessary, and even then they would be reticent. He likes to help, but mainly he likes to feel needed and that he is not the odd one out. He seems quite easy to talk to and a very cheerful person, and likes to throw sayings out of the blue which can sometimes be eerily appropriate, while still hiding the memory that torments him at night.
Equipment/Skills:
* Weapon: Naginata
* Skills: Surprisingly vast vocabulary and equally-surprising cooking
Background: Gen was born to a family of teachers, which meant that a lot was expected of him, academically speaking. Since kindergarten, he had to spend many hours sitting in front of a book and study so that his parents were satisfied when his report card would come. That was no easy task, for Gen could not simply memorize everything his parents wanted him to. He would get nervous when tests came and he would barely pass, and later he would get scolded for not meeting their expectations. His punishments, then, was to study everything again until he knew it by heart.
Until an accident occurred.
One day after dinner, they were robbed in their own house. Two hooded men forced the door open and seized them, pointing them with guns and ordering them around. Gen was utterly scared, and so were his parents. What was worse was that Gen could not move; the men would yell at him and his parents would beckon him to go where they were, but Gen was so frightened that his body would not react to them. One of the men pointed him with his gun, and pulled the trigger.
Gen did not die from that shot because his father received the bullet instead. His mother cried, and then the man realized what he has done and ran away, his partner carrying everything they had robbed. Gen had the man's hooded face ingrained in his mind, but he still did not move. His mother hugged him and his father's corpse lied on the floor before them.
From thereon, Gen could not concentrate at all, and his mother did not push him. He had nightmares with the robber's face, and a gun pointing its muzzle at him. He was sent to therapy, and he still does, and started to develop a sort of clumsiness that he had not had before.
Persona: Hokuto Seikun
Appearance
Abilities: TBA.
Unawakened Persona</s>
<|message|>Masahide Saji
Ferrero Mall27.4.2015
Masa paused for a moment as an unfamiliar blonde called out, seemingly towards him. It struck him as odd, but he merely shrugged his shoulders while she seemed to sneak away out of embarrassment. 'This mall is fully of oddities t-'
"Watch out!" Rung out behind the boy as he rounded mid thought, spotting the clutz from earlier sprawled out in a dive directed right towards him. Though the moment was brief, the panic on the flying boy's face was evident as Masa stepped back. Yet, Masahide's body seemed to have other plans. It was then that the calf muscle on his back leg cramped up, causing him to fall back into a seated position against the tiles- though clear of the landing all the same.
Growling audibly, Masa's eyes narrowed at his 'assailant', "The hell is wrong with you?!" Though thoroughly pissed off, the pain in his leg garnered more attention. Tenderly, Masa began to massage the muscle in the back of his leg, wincing slightly as he attempted to work the pain from his appendage. After a moment, his eyes would lift back to grounded male, "... You alright?" With a grimace, Masa would force himself back to his feet, and offer a hand to the boy. If he hadn't already lifted himself, that is.</s>
<|message|>Akane (Saito) Hanazawa
Akane Hanazawa // Ferrero Mall
Monday, April 27th, 2015
1:50 PM
Akane couldn't remember the last time she went against someone who was able to match her like this, there probably wasn't one until this scene. But it all didn't matter, the only thought that ran through her mind at the moment was to choke the life out of this brute. Funny, this wasn't like her. She definitely wasn't like this before but now all she wants is to beat him into the ground. The rage made her completely forget how tired she really was nor the fact she didn't pin his arms down at all. That would prove to be a big mistake when he unleashed a lightening quick punch out of nowhere, smashing into her nose with a good crack.
He managed to shake her off and get up but it wasn't easy on him, clearly the signs of all the fatigue and punishment taking hold. Not to mention his little wardrobe malfunction as his shirt tore, killing the whole atmosphere and mood completely. If that wasn't surprising enough, what followed next was even more so. Though she was still quite irritated, given what went on, she came to her senses and decided to go along with him, for now. Right as the boy wrapped up his speech, she concluded it with her own. "We thank you for your time and patience. We still have much to learn." With a bow, she took off with the boy.
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Akira Kirigakure // Ferrero Mall
Monday, April 27th, 2015
Same Time
"Looks like the show is finally over." The ending was sudden and unexpected but it was interesting nonetheless. Though expecting something else entirely, he was right about her in a way, regarding Akari at least, as she took out her phone and started snapping off pictures. He could only laugh at the sight, more for irony's sake than anything. "What are the odds..." he grinned to himself. "Things are only going to get even more interesting."
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Akane Hanazawa // On The Streets // En-route to Hospital
Monday, April 27th, 2015
2:00 PM
After having time to clear her head and try to rationalize her actions for the last 20-30 minutes, she stopped bothering to try and continued walking. Hearing him talk again made her want to slug him again, but she took a deep breath and restrained herself, displaying a calm exterior, which was strange considering her actions a bit ago. "We should probably have them check you for brain damage while we're there." she replied half-joking. "A truce for now, but after this I'll beat an apology out of you yet." picking up her pace towards the hospital despite the pain in her ribs, wincing slightly.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Ferrero Mall - Cinemas
27/4/2015 Monday
"Cosplay... Hmmm...", certainly sounded fun, actually the prospect was fun enough that he immediately began thinking of what he could cosplay. There were quite a few he could fit, but before his reaction was to be confused with something else, he continued.
"Sounds like a lot of fun, I'd like that", she sewed this herself. That was impressive, considering the choice of character too. In any case...
"And yeah, I'll be watching it soon, I already have my ticket", after that, they bid farewell to one another.
"Cosplay huh...?", he wondered if Kazuki would allow them to wear costumes while in the dungeons...</s>
<|message|>Noboru Yamamoto
Noboru Yamamoto-Warakuma Hospital April 27th, 2015-2:00 PM
Noboru laughed at the absurdity of her claims.
"Really now. You're gonna beat an apology out of me? Are you sure? Are you gonna be able to catch me is the question. My bet will be no, after the number I did on you. I may be beat up but I still have my legs, and a boxer isn't known for just his strength. And any brain damage is irrelevant when you've been clocked in the head enough times. It stops getting to you too much. Heheh."
Noboru winced as well, but offered to help carry her, despite his own pains. They slowly reached the hospital, and began to have their wounds addressed.
Akari Yamamoto-Ferrero Mall April 27th, 2015-2:00 PM
Akari laughed quite loudly as the two walked off. Her plan had worked perfectly, and she had new things to gl by. She slithered to Akira, giving orders.
"You. Akira. Give me your phone number now. I need you to spread pictures around when I give you the order. We are going to have ourseleves a good time for a good week or so, and it won't grow boring.</s>
<|message|>Leiko Hamada
Monday 27th April 2015: Midday
Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Hospital
"But until then... Farewell"
That strange man's gentle, mysterious words faded away from Leiko's conscious as loud, mechanical beeping sounds took its place. Sluggishly, Leiko opened her eyes to white walls and drip stands, with no sight of the majestic velvet room she was just in. She felt a little disappointed that the mystery man had left her with more questions than answers, but more importantly...
She was alive.
An unceremonious squeal escaped her as she flew out the bed, tossing the blanket covering her to the side as she peered out the window. There it was. Her beloved Warakuma.
Her sudden action caught up with the state of her body as she felt her knees buckle slightly from the effort of standing. Perhaps she had been a little too hasty in her excitement, but after the ordeal in the Enchanted Woods, she was just glad she could stand at all.
Of course...what happened there did happen, didn't it? Just thinking about it made it seem beyond belief. Shadows, Personas, that 'other self' of hers...
It couldn't have just been a dream could it?
She began to doubt her experiences for a moment, her face creased into a frown, but then she began to feel her. She didn't really know how, but a warm sensation began to spread across her body, comforting her like a gentle pat on the back. Titania was here, which meant...that all of it had to be real too.
Leiko sat back on the bed, a sigh of relief escaping her as the weight eased the suffering on her legs. There were so many people she wanted to talk to. Rui, her friends at school, Father, Saya...
Saya...
Leiko looked over at her bedside in an attempt to find her phone, but she was promptly thwarted by the excess of cards and flowers that dominated the space. On further inspection they appeared to be from her friends from school, wishing her well in her recovery. It was nice of them, and Leiko couldn't help but feel touched at how much they had considered her.
There was also a fruit basket from Noboru, which appeared a little out of character for the foul-mouthed brawler, but Leiko knew that he and the others still risked their life to save her from that place. She was grateful on that basis alone.
Her mother had written her a pretty stock 'get well soon' (as was typical of her) with a much more interesting footnote. Her father was coming home much earlier than anticipated. Nothing could repress the smile on Leiko's face after that as she returned the card in its place and flopped her head back on the pillow, feeling strangely content after all that had occurred.
She wondered what she would do now. There was no way her life could stay the same, not after everything that happened. Should she just carry on being Leiko Hamada, Drama Club President and Queen of Warakuma High? Or could she be something more than that?
She wanted to talk to someone about this Persona business, and the best person she could speak to was Rui Shinichi, it seemed. But in the meantime, there was nothing more to be done than lie down and rest.
But before that...
Leiko finally found her phone from within her belongings, her fingers quickly dialling the number of her beloved friend.
"H-Hama-chan?"
The brightest smile lit up Leiko's face as she quickly delved into conversation with her best friend.</s>
| <|message|>Gen Itoshi
Monday, 27
th
, 2015 – Golden Week
Ferrero Mall
Ouch, ouch, ouch. Wait, it did not hurt that much. Just enough to make Gen say 'ouch' and rub his head. He almost collided with that guy. He sure was nimble, otherwise that little incident would have ended like the beginning of some shounen manga or whatever. It was not like he was a full-fledged otaku, but Gen occasionally dabbled into such things, reading only the mainstream and the popular. However, he was wary of the Manga Club at school. He was wary of all clubs, actually, but that one seemed a little out of place in a small town such as Warakuma. If it were on a big city, of course it would be there, but a book club or an Asian studies club would make more sense.
Oh right, present. Gen lifted his head and saw an outstretched hand and heard a you alright from the person before him. It was his near collateral damage. He seemed familiar. He was wearing casual clothes, so he would never think that they attended the same school. And that he was his senpai, though that was apparent if Gen only focused on the physical aspect. With an embarrassed laugh, he mumbled a short apology and took it with his own hand. "Sorry." He said again, standing and dusting himself off. "I honestly didn't see you there. I was just trying to get away from the two who are fighting..." His voice lingered. He had seen him, but where? It was frustrating! "Are you all right? I'm okay, but I don't know about you." What if he was bleeding internally? The other could be suffering and Gen would just be standing there, oblivious to the situation at hand. Was he? WAS HE?! He needed to know!</s> |
<|description|>Gen Itoshi
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Gen is unusually tall for his age, standing 181cm tall (5 feet 9 inches), and his doctor had told him that he could grow a bit more. That alone is enough to make him outstand on a crowd, instead of his clear blue eyes. He has two moles that seem to be aligned and another one below his mouth. When not using his uniform, Gen dresses in polo shirts with sweaters (when the weather allows it), dark jeans and sneakers, lacking any kind of accessories apart from his black-rimmed glasses.
Arcana: Hierophant
Personality: In a word: clumsy. In more than a word: Gen is not ill-intended, but everything he attempts to do does not seem to go the way he intends it to. And that is an understatement. That is why many people deny wanting his help when they need it, unless it is absolutely necessary, and even then they would be reticent. He likes to help, but mainly he likes to feel needed and that he is not the odd one out. He seems quite easy to talk to and a very cheerful person, and likes to throw sayings out of the blue which can sometimes be eerily appropriate, while still hiding the memory that torments him at night.
Equipment/Skills:
* Weapon: Naginata
* Skills: Surprisingly vast vocabulary and equally-surprising cooking
Background: Gen was born to a family of teachers, which meant that a lot was expected of him, academically speaking. Since kindergarten, he had to spend many hours sitting in front of a book and study so that his parents were satisfied when his report card would come. That was no easy task, for Gen could not simply memorize everything his parents wanted him to. He would get nervous when tests came and he would barely pass, and later he would get scolded for not meeting their expectations. His punishments, then, was to study everything again until he knew it by heart.
Until an accident occurred.
One day after dinner, they were robbed in their own house. Two hooded men forced the door open and seized them, pointing them with guns and ordering them around. Gen was utterly scared, and so were his parents. What was worse was that Gen could not move; the men would yell at him and his parents would beckon him to go where they were, but Gen was so frightened that his body would not react to them. One of the men pointed him with his gun, and pulled the trigger.
Gen did not die from that shot because his father received the bullet instead. His mother cried, and then the man realized what he has done and ran away, his partner carrying everything they had robbed. Gen had the man's hooded face ingrained in his mind, but he still did not move. His mother hugged him and his father's corpse lied on the floor before them.
From thereon, Gen could not concentrate at all, and his mother did not push him. He had nightmares with the robber's face, and a gun pointing its muzzle at him. He was sent to therapy, and he still does, and started to develop a sort of clumsiness that he had not had before.
Persona: Hokuto Seikun
Appearance
Abilities: TBA.
Unawakened Persona</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Manor of Creation
10/5/2015 Sunday
With that settled, he took a moment to relax as he listened to Akane speak with her shadow. Yet another aspect of a person he knew that he didn't know... Well, some of the people they rescued before he didn't know, but he began to think... Does everyone have something like this within them? He put his sword away and readied himself, any moment now she was going to collapse from exhaustion like everyone before, and then there it was. Rui was easily in position to catch her from falling. He turned to everyone else.
"Alright, we should head back", he ordered. Everyone agreed and headed back the way they came.
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Abandoned Warehouse
10/5/2015 Sunday
"Good work, good work... I must say, impressive work", Kazuki seemed pleased, although... Well, the way he was about it didn't seem to be all that sincere. He wasn't sure why.
"W-well, we should take her to the hospital, Akane that is... We'll talk another time, I don't think there's anything particularly pressing at the moment",
"Yeah, I haven't turned up anything good in my investigation yet, so there's not much to do just yet...", with this agreed, everyone headed home after they admitted Akane to the hospital. Looks like they just had to keep doing their thing for now, what with no new leads after today. They might ask Akane if she had anything to say though, but so far the people they've rescued haven't exactly given the most helpful information...</s>
<|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Public Library || May 10 SUN
After some period of time full of puzzled expression, aggressive scribbles of math solutions, and finally understanding the concepts she had missed during class, Shizuka released a short sigh of relief, a little more confident about taking the exams the week after the oncoming one. Feeling a little strain on her lower back and stiffness on her shoulders for leaning forward while the study session, the female student straightened out her posture and stretched her shoulders backward slightly. "T-That's alright, I suppose we've covered most of what I haven't gotten on my own. I'm truly grateful for the time you've given to help me, Hashimoto-senpai!" While she herself was exhausted from the long session of math, she properly bowed a bow of appreciation, with a flash of smile a little more expressive than her usual soft, shy one.
As she finalized some notes that the boy had passed to her by writing her own little note onto it, her attention was turned back towards the upperclassman with a pique of interest. Wondering what sort of question he was going to throw at her, her hidden gaze focused to the other until he ended his statement, just to be disregarded by the male himself. Letting out a thoughtful hum as she pondered on the confusing statement, Shizuka took a pause of silence despite Sato's change of topic.
"Hm... That sounds like an... unusual case. I myself haven't experienced such so, hy-hypothetically speaking, if I enjoy their company, could it not lead to liking the person at some point in time? But if it was at the point of simply tolerating them, I suppose, ....I-I'm not sure what I would do for myself but, I wouldn't recommend pursuing such relationship." Tilting her head in thought, her voice sounded unsure throughout her response but sounded confident at the last phrase. Since it would be rude or inappropriate to pry into private matters that had caused him to ask such questions, she withheld the questions at the back of her mind.</s>
<|message|>Alexei Dragunov
Alexei Dragunov | Warakuma Public Library
"Oh!..didn't think it that way, usually I don't study that long to get fatigued." Alexei said thoughtfully after hearing Kotori's reply.
"Ni-san!, i don't think you study at all! I am still surprised everytime your scorecard comes home. I need some of your miraculous talent." Elena replied to Alexei's reply. She also released Kotori's hand from her grip seeing how guarded the senior looked.
"Ah! I am sorry. I didn't want to bother you. But just so you know, it won't be any trouble to study with you. I am done for the day and brother hardly looks at books for a long time." he giggled lightly, Alexei motioned at her but she continued to have a muffled laugh.
"We don't want to bother you, Kotori-chan. Self-study is very important and rewarding, so I understand." Alexei said before turning to his book and gesturing at Elena to do the same. She made faces at him for some moments before settling down. Soon, the voice died down at their table and hopefully Kotori could find enough calm to concentrate.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
???
11/5/2015 Monday
"Welcome, to the Velvet Room",
These words woke Akane as she came to... What was the last thing she saw? Herself...? Rui? There were others too, and a battle. As those thoughts were shoved aside she noticed the room she was in had an unearthly presence. Seated upon a long dining table, walls draped in a brilliant dark blue, despite the colour, this looked like a kind of dining room. She looked before herself to see something inscribed in front of her on the table. "Chariot". Then she noticed she wasn't in her usual clothes... It looked a lot like the suits her father's subordinates wore, though a different colour. Dress shirt with suit jacket and pants. The dress shirt unbuttoned enough to see the gauze wrap around her breasts like a makeshift bra. She really looked the part of a mafia of sorts. Then she remembered... There was a voice, and it would speak again.
"My name is Igor, and this is Henrietta", he said, he must be talking about the blonde girl next to him.
You are a guest in this room. This is a place between dream and reality, mind and matter... Now then, you appear to have awoken to a rather hot-headed arcana, don't mind me saying...", Akane immediately knew which he was talking about. Chariot.
"To have the drive to go forth in your endeavours with spirit and vigor, is a magnificent trait to have, however if not careful, you may... Trodden... Some things you may regret having done so. I'm sure I don't need to tell you about that", he continued. Akane looked around a bit, and saw that there were others in the other seats, though they were but phantoms, and most seats were still empty. Some were recognizeable, like Matthew, Chiaki, Noboru, Rui, Kami... They were all in the 'place' earlier... With the fighting and everything.
"Your friends have after all saved you from a most unfortunate fate... There are many yet more to come, and you will soon meet them... But for now, I will leave you with this key, so that you may return of your own accord", as he finished talking, the girl Henrietta was already walking up to her, and presented her with a key.
"Well, until then... Farewell". As he finished those words, Akane's vision faded once more.
Warakuma Hospital
11/5/2015 Monday
It was another normal day at school today, Akane's disappearance and return wasn't mentioned, likely because she was found last night. In any case, Rui headed up to the hospital not long after school. Akane didn't have a lot of friends in class, but she was in the same year as him, so he was given today's notes to hand her too. In any case he was here now, surprisingly unlike before, he didn't see any police, even more surprising, he saw some... Really friendly men, in suits. They looked scary.
They seemed to be talking with Akane though, one of which he identified was her father based on the conversation taking place. He decided to wait just outside before going in...</s>
| <|message|>Gen Itoshi
Sunday, May 10
th
- 2015
Itoshi residence - Algebra
"The answer is either 75, 1, 185, or 43, and I got 72, so..." Gen gazed down from the equation to the textbook intermittently, nibbling his pencil absentmindedly while attentively listening to the clock ticking and tocking the day away. Suddenly, the solution dawned on him. "Well, 75 is the closest, so it has to be that one." He circled the supposedly-correct answer, a satisfied smile on his face. He could have gone to the public library, but what was the point? Granted, he could find someone he could study with, but what if he got behind and had to trouble the other one into helping him? No, Gen was better off studying on his own. At least that way he could understand things at his own pace.
The next problem proved to be more... problematic. Not the best word choice on that remark, but this was not Japanese, but Algebra. There was no choice to make, only add, substract, divide, and multiply as many times as were necesary, and compare answers. It was just rules, theorems, angles, and some more rules. Precise, with no room for creativity, with only one solution and one solution only for a single problem, and if you got it wrong you had to start over. Gen looked through the window. There was still daylight. It was probably half-past four; a glance at the clock confirmed that it was actually 5:11. Definitively a time for a snack! And on an unrelated note, Gen associated that hour with the fact that the next day, according to the American date format, it would be May 11th, or 5/11. It was obviously a coincidence, and it had nothing to do with anything, but it was one of those things that often one found themselves thinking about.
"Ugh, I've only done like four problems." His father would definitively not approved of such progress. Gen had been at it for almost three hours. Maybe he should put a little more effort and avoid drifting away. He climbed down to the living-room where his mother was watching television. After exchanging some pleasantries and asking her if she wanted something - yes, a coffee, please - Gen motioned to the kitchen (undivided from the living-room) and opened a bag of chips and poured some coffee for her mother. Thanks, dear, she said, and that was all their interaction. No questions about his studiess, no offering to help him, nothing. Gen went to his room. He probably would not get into the top ten scores, but he was determined not to fail.
Not like that time.</s> |
<|description|>Gen Itoshi
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Gen is unusually tall for his age, standing 181cm tall (5 feet 9 inches), and his doctor had told him that he could grow a bit more. That alone is enough to make him outstand on a crowd, instead of his clear blue eyes. He has two moles that seem to be aligned and another one below his mouth. When not using his uniform, Gen dresses in polo shirts with sweaters (when the weather allows it), dark jeans and sneakers, lacking any kind of accessories apart from his black-rimmed glasses.
Arcana: Hierophant
Personality: In a word: clumsy. In more than a word: Gen is not ill-intended, but everything he attempts to do does not seem to go the way he intends it to. And that is an understatement. That is why many people deny wanting his help when they need it, unless it is absolutely necessary, and even then they would be reticent. He likes to help, but mainly he likes to feel needed and that he is not the odd one out. He seems quite easy to talk to and a very cheerful person, and likes to throw sayings out of the blue which can sometimes be eerily appropriate, while still hiding the memory that torments him at night.
Equipment/Skills:
* Weapon: Naginata
* Skills: Surprisingly vast vocabulary and equally-surprising cooking
Background: Gen was born to a family of teachers, which meant that a lot was expected of him, academically speaking. Since kindergarten, he had to spend many hours sitting in front of a book and study so that his parents were satisfied when his report card would come. That was no easy task, for Gen could not simply memorize everything his parents wanted him to. He would get nervous when tests came and he would barely pass, and later he would get scolded for not meeting their expectations. His punishments, then, was to study everything again until he knew it by heart.
Until an accident occurred.
One day after dinner, they were robbed in their own house. Two hooded men forced the door open and seized them, pointing them with guns and ordering them around. Gen was utterly scared, and so were his parents. What was worse was that Gen could not move; the men would yell at him and his parents would beckon him to go where they were, but Gen was so frightened that his body would not react to them. One of the men pointed him with his gun, and pulled the trigger.
Gen did not die from that shot because his father received the bullet instead. His mother cried, and then the man realized what he has done and ran away, his partner carrying everything they had robbed. Gen had the man's hooded face ingrained in his mind, but he still did not move. His mother hugged him and his father's corpse lied on the floor before them.
From thereon, Gen could not concentrate at all, and his mother did not push him. He had nightmares with the robber's face, and a gun pointing its muzzle at him. He was sent to therapy, and he still does, and started to develop a sort of clumsiness that he had not had before.
Persona: Hokuto Seikun
Appearance
Abilities: TBA.
Unawakened Persona</s>
<|message|>Akane (Saito) Hanazawa
Akira Kirigakure // Warakuma High
Thursday, May 28th, 2015
After School
It's been a week since mid-terms ended and people were still in lazy mode. He managed to do reasonably well, enough to shut the teachers up, though not enough to mutter something along the lines of 'Now if only you'd clean up your act....' "I don't recall putting on any kind of act." would be always be his reply and always with a facial expression that would irritate them further. Hey, it's better than saying nothing at all, right? Which usually was the case beforehand. The teachers are able to show signs of irritation, anger, sarcasm and the like but when you do the same, it's a totally different story.
Seriously... With a stifled yawn, he headed out and started leaving the school grounds. It's been a a tiring and quite dull week but if there was something of interest, it would be the usual drama of the Archery Club. It was quite as entertaining as as usual, another bout between Rokurou and Mika. A shame Sato wasn't there and added to it, probably could've added more spice to it all. Though, it was short lived as the sides managed to settle things, though, doubt the problems will be over anytime soon. With a smirk, he headed on home.
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Akane Hanazawa // Abandoned Warehouse
Sunday, May 31st, 2015
It's only been 3 days since she met up with Rui to learn 'the truth' about what's been going on in Warakuma, but it was still fresh in her mind. Well, couldn't be helped, it was pretty crazy stuff, so of course it would stick. Normally when one hears something of the sort, that'd write it off as nonsense and pay it no mind, but considering what's been going on lately and what she had experienced, it all made sense. Everything falling into place, well...most of it anyway... It didn't take her long for her to agree with Rui's offer.
Even if she didn't experience that whole shadow incident, she'd still be on board and choose to believe it. Mostly because she lives inside her head a lot and it sounded quite interesting. Who knows, maybe some inspiration for her manga? Also, from the sounds of it, there'd be some fighting involved and will be able to help some people out.Win-win for her really. Ok ok, mostly because she wants to beat the crap out of the ones that swarmed her and abducted her. "Fucking cowards...." she muttered to herself, gritting her teeth.
Anyways, upon arrival she managed to formally meet the gang, including the ones she encountered during her own problem. Even knowing a number of them, like Kami, whom is also in the kendo club. She has never liked him though, wasn't fond of his attitude. She was tempted to say something but refrained. Apparently, there were 2 'dungeons', each with their own person to save and that they'd be splitting up into 2 teams, sending 1 into each dungeon. Hm, I wonder who got taken this time.
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Akane Hanazawa // Hospital Street
Having arrived at their destination, Akane couldn't help but give it a long enough. It was quite a strange sight, with strange names to boot. Strawman Hospital.....Heartbreak Hospital....Hmm...
It would eventually be decided that Akane would be apart of Rui's team with their designated area being this so-called 'Strawman' Hospital. She wasn't too keen on returning to a hospital, especially after her recent trips to one, but it couldn't be helped. Like it or not, this was her first time in this world, well, not as an abductee anyway, so she needed to get a hang of it first. Should be fun. Heh She smirked, cracking her knuckles as she let Rui know that she was ready while waiting for the others.</s>
<|message|>Alexei Dragunov
Alexei Dragunov | Shirohane Flower Store
Alexei stood outside his favorite flower store, shocked with what he had heard. Things had certainly taken a turn for the worse with the innocent Kotori-chan caught in the cross fire. Whatever was a going on was certainly much deeper and grave than it appeared. The cult was getting bolder with each move and now they had struck twice on the same day.
Surprisingly, all of them being high school students. Though, a remote part of his mind reasoned that maybe Kotori would return all well like the others but he found it hard to get that emotion known to the one who owned the shop he stood in front of. It had remained closed as expected and Alexei felt as if he should go and offer some consolation to the grieving mother.
Instead, he just left a note at the door. A promise, to try his best in finding the younger Shirohane. The joy of whole week had been washed away in a single stroke. First, Akane and now Kotori. He was starting to worry for the safety of his beloved sister as he walked around the Shopping complex hoping to look for any clues regarding the disappearance of his friend, if he can call her that.
Many thoughts rifled through his mind as he wandered around by his lonesome. Whatever this whole thing was, it seemed either the police was not interested or they weren't up to the job of knowing what was going on.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Strawman Hospital
31/5/2015 Sunday
The early parts of the dungeon were pretty standard, and eerily quiet. They passed the check-in at the front entrance, and began to go down a bunch of corridors. Occasionally there would be hospital equipment and empty beds strewn across the sides, but otherwise it turned out to be a little labyrinth. After awhile the monotony ended, to some of the party's relief, the whole dark and restrained shades of blue and green and white like that of a hospital was beginning to become tiring, and the whole messed up look of everything was beginning to play on one's paranoia. They were now standing in an open clearing, there were chairs laid across the sides with small tables. This looked like some kind of waiting room.
At the end of this 'waiting room', there was a large elevator. It looked just like any other elevator, but run down and... Really big. There seemed to be nowhere else to go in order to advance, so they stepped into it after pressing the one and only button on it.
"Hmmm... I've played enough games to know what a big elevator means", he said to himself, and just on queue, shadows. Their first encounter in the whole dungeon. As the shadows manifested, the elevator began to lurch and then rocket itself at an incredible speed. Looks like these shadows were the key to moving on. They took the appearance to security guards, their faces wrapped in bandages, wielding a baton and a handgun, plus they looked like they could use their handcuffs too.
"Those shadows are... They're not letting the elevator stop. Defeat them and it should be okay", with that understood, Rui took a stance and announced to prepare for combat, though they didn't really need to be told.
He was counting five of them, and each one seemed to be a fair bit durable, meaning they won't go down to just a few hits. On the other hand, they seemed slow and easy to fight around... That was probably what the handcuffs were for. It was likely they had some kind of binding skill... Probably be careful for that.</s>
<|message|>Akane (Saito) Hanazawa
Akane Hanazawa // Strawman Hospital
Sunday, May 31st, 2015
Throughout the most part, it was like any other hospital, aside from the fact it was accompanied by eery silence. While there was occasional equipment and empty beds as they continued walking, nothing out of the ordinary happened, no things that really suggested otherwise, well, aside from the fact that nothing has changed and nothing there. "This is seems like some half-assed set up from a b-rated horror film..." she joked, as she looked around as they continued walking.
Soon they found themselves into an open clearing with what appeared to be some sort of waiting room. And as if on cue to the script, a conveniently placed elevator, albeit a run down one....a large one to boot. "Looks like an invitation..." Another frequent Horror/Thriller movie cliche, the run away elevator. The people get in, something snaps and they fall to their doom. She was tempted to joke about that as well, but thought better of it.
Stepping into it, there was a single button. Invitation might not be far off, heh. "Well now..." she muttered as figures started to manifest and with their appearance, they elevator began to lurch and rocketed at an incredible speed. "So these are the so called 'Shadows', hmm?" They took the appearance of security guards, faces wrapped up with bandages and equipped with batons and handguns. "....and handcuffs? What use does a shadow have for them?" Given how wary Rui was of them, there was probably a reason for it.
Standing around certainly isn't going to get them anywhere. "Well, we won't know what they've got until we try something....Setanta!" crushing her card and summoned forth her persona. "If any of you can use magic, best use it now!" her thinking was that maybe it would put them on the defensive and/or prevent them from using any kind of trap. Unless...that in itself was a trap....oh well.
"Kill Rush!"</s>
| <|message|>Gen Itoshi
Sunday, 31
st
- 2015
Warakuma Recreational Center
The sun shined and the wind blew gently and Gen had a smile on his face. Nothing could compare to spending a Sunday morning after midterms week outside the house. His mother had been pleased to hear that he had done tremendously well, or at least appeared pleased. Why would she not be pleased to hear that her son was only two points away from a perfect score? Oh yeah, that was how she put it: 'two points away'. But at least that was more than enough to keep her satisfied for a few weeks; hell, maybe even a few months.
Gen took his thoughts away from school for a moment to open the door of the Recreational Center. Due to the inexorable coming of summer, he was wearing a plain t-shirt that was blue at the collar and shoulders and faded to gray from mid-chest down. Besides that, a pair of jeans and his sole pair of casual sneakers. The only other footwear he had was the school's reglamentary shoes, and he had to leave those at the entrance before getting in. He remembered how he had outgrown two pairs in his second year of middle school, when he had quite a growing spur. The funny thing was that Gen's mother threatened him to make him go barefoot if he kept outgrowing shoes. Like, you can't stop growing when you're a teenager, Mom! Or so he would have liked to point to her.
As soon as he entered the lobby, Gen saw someone that caught his eye. Or rather, it was impossible that it did not catch his eye, for it was someone he knew and saw on a regular basis. However, the context was different, and she seemed so strange without her school uniform that Gen needed a moment to remember just who she was. But her name came to him; they were in the same class, after all. Gen walked up to Shizuka, waving at her. Even though they were not exactly quite acquainted to each other, ignoring her would have been plain rude, and being exaggeratedly friendly all of a sudden would have been awkward; but a few words with a school acquaintance had never heard anybody.
"Hello, Otonashi-san! Didn't expect to meet you here," Gen offered as a greeting, looking down at her from his standing position. "Good job on the midterms, by the way. How've you been?"</s> |
<|description|>Masahide Saji
Appearance:
Gender:
Male
Age:
17
Personality:
Though coming off as a bit of a loner, and seeming adverse to conversation, Masahide is fairly well known about the social circles. An excellent student- with grades to match, an excellent study under the kendo club, and has been known to volunteer for community work around the area. However, it's not enough… Or at least to Masahide. Striving for prefection to the point of nearly tearing himself to pieces, the young boy barely has any time to enjoy his own life. It's for this very reason that he seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, 'If only I were better,' a reoccurring thought in his own head. It's because of this that people have seen him passed out during lunch hours at school, or seeming shaken and ill fed. But what would you expect? The pursuit of perfection is a long and excruciating process… Though less than fruitful. He'll never achieve perfection, but he'll never accept it… In the end though, something has to give. And at this point, it's looking to be the boy.
Equipment/Skills:
Uniform: Masahide takes great pride in his school and studies, wearing his uniform fairly consistently. However, it's not uncommon for him to dress in a rather dark ensemble on off days or when out with friends… If he had any.
Wakizashi: An heirloom of his family, this masterfully made blade bears a significant importance to his family. It is for this reason that Masahide covets it, training with it hours after school before washing up and heading for whatever activities he has planned.
Deductive Reasoning: Always the analytical one, if the pieces are laid out before him- odds are he'll solve whatever the puzzle may be. Though it'll take a couple failures (of which he'll hold over his own head), it's only a matter of time before the solution is in place.
Zealous: You get Masa to swear to a purpose, nothing will stop him. Even if it's simply studying up for a test, or squaring off against someone, he won't back down. The task will definitely take it's toll, and will ultimately consume him if not achieved, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try.
Background:
Born to a wealthy industrial family, Masahide would want for nothing. Whatever his heart desired, his parents allotted him. However, over time- this became dull. What worth were these things? Merely baubles and trinkets of his vanity and greed. It was shortly after that realization that he began to strive to make a name for himself. First, it was cleaning the house while his father was out, then it became excelling at school, and then a physical training regime. Then suddenly, the house wasn't enough, he'd seek to assist at shelters and shrines, anything he could do to keep himself busy and making a contribution. However, when his father was diagnosed with heart complications and forced to retire, this merely kicked Masahide into overdrive. Now taking up odd jobs to make up for the lack of income (though it wasn't needed) and going without on pretty much everything, Masa would become an asset to his family. When his father ultimately passed away, many feared the grief would kill the frantic boy. Instead, it had the opposite effect, it mellowed him out. He saw what the years of strain did to his father, so he dialed back his efforts… However, he still spreads himself much too thin. Though he's trying to accept the fact there are things beyond his control, to this day, Masahide Saji will never stop striving for perfection. Even if it kills him.
Persona:
Tyr-
Known as the Norse god of war, Tyr was considered one of the wisest and most courageous sons of the All-father, Odin. No clearer was this evident then the binding of Fenrir. The mighty wolf was the harbinger of the Ragnarok, or so the gods foresaw, and they attempted to bind the massive wolf. Every time, Fenrir broke free and grew wiser to his own strength. In a final act, the gods had dwarves craft a 'ribbon' that was strong enough to bind the wolf, yet would not openly display this prowess. Having grown wise to their schemes, Fenrir offered to wear the ribbon if one of the god's placed their hand in his mouth. Tyr volunteered. Though he lost a hand in exchange, it kept the wolf from being able to fulfill his purpose. Disaster averted- Tyr continued to retain his mantle, even if it costed him one of his hands.
Appearance:
Abilities:
Arm Chopper: Deals light Phys Damage to 1 foe and has chance of fear
Rampage: Deals light Phys damage to all foes 1x to 3x
Matarukaja: Increases attack for 3 turns (party)
God's Hand: Deals Severe Phys damage to 1 foe.</s>
<|message|>Gen Itoshi
Gen Itoshi
Sunday, 31
st
- 2015
Warakuma Recreational Center
The sun shined and the wind blew gently and Gen had a smile on his face. Nothing could compare to spending a Sunday morning after midterms week outside the house. His mother had been pleased to hear that he had done tremendously well, or at least appeared pleased. Why would she not be pleased to hear that her son was only two points away from a perfect score? Oh yeah, that was how she put it: 'two points away'. But at least that was more than enough to keep her satisfied for a few weeks; hell, maybe even a few months.
Gen took his thoughts away from school for a moment to open the door of the Recreational Center. Due to the inexorable coming of summer, he was wearing a plain t-shirt that was blue at the collar and shoulders and faded to gray from mid-chest down. Besides that, a pair of jeans and his sole pair of casual sneakers. The only other footwear he had was the school's reglamentary shoes, and he had to leave those at the entrance before getting in. He remembered how he had outgrown two pairs in his second year of middle school, when he had quite a growing spur. The funny thing was that Gen's mother threatened him to make him go barefoot if he kept outgrowing shoes. Like, you can't stop growing when you're a teenager, Mom! Or so he would have liked to point to her.
As soon as he entered the lobby, Gen saw someone that caught his eye. Or rather, it was impossible that it did not catch his eye, for it was someone he knew and saw on a regular basis. However, the context was different, and she seemed so strange without her school uniform that Gen needed a moment to remember just who she was. But her name came to him; they were in the same class, after all. Gen walked up to Shizuka, waving at her. Even though they were not exactly quite acquainted to each other, ignoring her would have been plain rude, and being exaggeratedly friendly all of a sudden would have been awkward; but a few words with a school acquaintance had never heard anybody.
"Hello, Otonashi-san! Didn't expect to meet you here," Gen offered as a greeting, looking down at her from his standing position. "Good job on the midterms, by the way. How've you been?"</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Strawman Hospital
31/5/2015 Sunday
The enemies took hits easily, they didn't seem the dodging type. Leiko and Chiaki stood in the back throwing out a few spells to help with the offensive effort, but as soon as they did, some of the other shadows that weren't already under attack, fired their handguns at the party, halting the spell assault. Akane's Persona strode in, doing some serious damage to one, but the thing is, there were four others, and she felt a bit of pain as soon as the one beside the one she attacked struck her Persona, and then very quickly another followed up with the handcuffs, managing to bind Setanta.
Rui immediately went in with a Gale Slash, restricting all of their movements while doing damage just for that moment, giving Setanta some room so that the bind would wear off after a couple moments of struggling.
"They can fight in range or melee, and can bind a careless advance. We need to hit all of them at once. Akane, Chiaki, Leiko, focus on picking them off once I use Gale Slash again", he ordered.
He called upon Askr again, moving fast into the center of the shadows before disappearing into a hurricane of slashes for a single moment, causing each and every one of them to stagger. This was their chance.</s>
<|message|>Akane (Saito) Hanazawa
Akane Hanazawa // Strawman Hospital
Sunday, May 31st, 2015
Setanta burst through and managed to deliver serious damage one of the shadows but the remaining ones managed to bring an end to their magical support. With the support having been halted, the shadows next to her target, struck her persona and causing Akane to feel the hit, making her stagger a bit. Not giving them much time to rest, the shadow followed up with the handcuffs and managed to bind Setanta. Well, at least we know for sure now...But damnit...
Soon after, Rui went in, with Askr, and managed to break the bind, freeing Setanta before giving out an order. "Got it," as she took a stance. Having all selected their targets of attack, they waited for Rui's next move. Once he summoned up Askr and hit all of them with a Gale slash, they made their move. Summoning Setanta again, they went in for a finishing Kill Rush.</s>
| <|message|>Masahide Saji
Saji Estate - Dojo
5/31/2015
"Things have gotten kinda crazy around here, haven't they?" A youthful, and spirited voice called out in the background, echoing subtly in the open air of the dojo who's only competition was the subtle grunts of Masahide as he swung his Shinai. It was that time of year when Masa's cousin -Yamato Saji- and his family paid a visit to the estate. Today marked the fourth year anniversary of Shinjiro Saji's passing, and without fail relatives would flock to the estate to pay their respects to the man and offer assistance to his widow and son. Always, Masa's mother turned down the offers, each with a polite bow and a friendly smile... But these were things that Masahide took no part in. His father had passed, and now he was responsible for the well-being and reputation of his family in Warakuma, customs and sympathy be damned.
Still... The boy would be lying if he said it didn't effect him somewhat, possibly the cause of his growing frustration as he attempted to perfect his strikes, though seeming to be of no avail. With one final downward strike, Masa paused, "I haven't noticed."
"Right. You haven't noticed several of your classmates disappearing and suddenly winding up in the hospital? Not even the one out of your class?" Yamato spoke, his tone clearly agitated though with a bit of jest.
"You're well informed." Masa replied, lifting his arm to wipe the accumulating sweat from his brow. He hadn't kept track of how long he'd been practicing, though from the mounting fatigue and soreness of his already worn muscles, he could fathom a guess... Then again, time seemed to drag on while Yamato was on a tangent.
"You know me, always up with the times. Plus, the updates on the news help... You sure you're ok?"
"I'm fine. I go to school, I work, I come home. Not much time to get kidnapped."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say mister perfect," Yamato waved his hand dismissively with a sigh as he stood from his seated position, brushing off his jacket before looking back to his cousin, "So, Auntie wants me to take you around town. Anything in particularly interesting around here? This place isn't like Okinawa, and I haven't really spent much time outside of the estate."
"Not interested, thanks." Masa said flatly, reversing his grip on his weapon before making his way over to place it in the empty spot on the rack alongside the few others that sat perfectly aligned.
"Not like you have much of a choice. You really want your mother to yell at both of us? Nothing against your mother... But she can get scary when you piss her off."
At this, Masa couldn't help but chuckle. It had been a long time since he'd seen his mother truly angry, most of the time she was casting her usual smile as she tended to her business around the town and home. For what all she's suffered and been through, you'd never meet another with a more cheery disposition... Yet the memory of Yamato being scolded for knocking a set of dishes off the counter was always a rather amusing image. Her eyes narrowed in anger, her voice booming and echoing within the dinning area while Yamato stood there dumb-founded with a broom and dustpan. A priceless image.
"Uh huh. That's what I thought. Come on, let's go," Yamato remarked, having spotted the subtle smile that had grown across Masa's lips. In annoyance, the raven haired boy sighed, wiping his brow once more with his arm before following after his cousin.
"Let me hit the bath first, I'll meet you in town."
Warakuma- Streets
"So, what's the plan?" Yamato remark, lifting his arms up and behind his head before crossing them, seeming overly relaxed and at ease in contrast to Masa's rigid demeanor, his hands stuffed into his pockets with his gaze locked forward.
"This was your idea, idiot," Masa replied curtly, his agitation worn like a badge upon his button up shirt.
"Moody much? Still, it's good to get your ghostly self out into the sun every once in awhile," Yamato seemed pleased with his own retort as his gaze faced forward once more, wearing a triumphant smile as they continued to walk down the sidewalk, "Oh, by the way, don't dare check your phone. Any talk about going to your 'jobs' and I'll smash it on the pavement."
"I'll be sure to return the favor to your teeth if that happens." Yamato let out a audible laugh at Masa's threat, seeming to not be intimidated in the slightest. Onward they ventured, the contrasting duo roaming the city out of boredom.</s> |
<|description|>Masahide Saji
Appearance:
Gender:
Male
Age:
17
Personality:
Though coming off as a bit of a loner, and seeming adverse to conversation, Masahide is fairly well known about the social circles. An excellent student- with grades to match, an excellent study under the kendo club, and has been known to volunteer for community work around the area. However, it's not enough… Or at least to Masahide. Striving for prefection to the point of nearly tearing himself to pieces, the young boy barely has any time to enjoy his own life. It's for this very reason that he seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, 'If only I were better,' a reoccurring thought in his own head. It's because of this that people have seen him passed out during lunch hours at school, or seeming shaken and ill fed. But what would you expect? The pursuit of perfection is a long and excruciating process… Though less than fruitful. He'll never achieve perfection, but he'll never accept it… In the end though, something has to give. And at this point, it's looking to be the boy.
Equipment/Skills:
Uniform: Masahide takes great pride in his school and studies, wearing his uniform fairly consistently. However, it's not uncommon for him to dress in a rather dark ensemble on off days or when out with friends… If he had any.
Wakizashi: An heirloom of his family, this masterfully made blade bears a significant importance to his family. It is for this reason that Masahide covets it, training with it hours after school before washing up and heading for whatever activities he has planned.
Deductive Reasoning: Always the analytical one, if the pieces are laid out before him- odds are he'll solve whatever the puzzle may be. Though it'll take a couple failures (of which he'll hold over his own head), it's only a matter of time before the solution is in place.
Zealous: You get Masa to swear to a purpose, nothing will stop him. Even if it's simply studying up for a test, or squaring off against someone, he won't back down. The task will definitely take it's toll, and will ultimately consume him if not achieved, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try.
Background:
Born to a wealthy industrial family, Masahide would want for nothing. Whatever his heart desired, his parents allotted him. However, over time- this became dull. What worth were these things? Merely baubles and trinkets of his vanity and greed. It was shortly after that realization that he began to strive to make a name for himself. First, it was cleaning the house while his father was out, then it became excelling at school, and then a physical training regime. Then suddenly, the house wasn't enough, he'd seek to assist at shelters and shrines, anything he could do to keep himself busy and making a contribution. However, when his father was diagnosed with heart complications and forced to retire, this merely kicked Masahide into overdrive. Now taking up odd jobs to make up for the lack of income (though it wasn't needed) and going without on pretty much everything, Masa would become an asset to his family. When his father ultimately passed away, many feared the grief would kill the frantic boy. Instead, it had the opposite effect, it mellowed him out. He saw what the years of strain did to his father, so he dialed back his efforts… However, he still spreads himself much too thin. Though he's trying to accept the fact there are things beyond his control, to this day, Masahide Saji will never stop striving for perfection. Even if it kills him.
Persona:
Tyr-
Known as the Norse god of war, Tyr was considered one of the wisest and most courageous sons of the All-father, Odin. No clearer was this evident then the binding of Fenrir. The mighty wolf was the harbinger of the Ragnarok, or so the gods foresaw, and they attempted to bind the massive wolf. Every time, Fenrir broke free and grew wiser to his own strength. In a final act, the gods had dwarves craft a 'ribbon' that was strong enough to bind the wolf, yet would not openly display this prowess. Having grown wise to their schemes, Fenrir offered to wear the ribbon if one of the god's placed their hand in his mouth. Tyr volunteered. Though he lost a hand in exchange, it kept the wolf from being able to fulfill his purpose. Disaster averted- Tyr continued to retain his mantle, even if it costed him one of his hands.
Appearance:
Abilities:
Arm Chopper: Deals light Phys Damage to 1 foe and has chance of fear
Rampage: Deals light Phys damage to all foes 1x to 3x
Matarukaja: Increases attack for 3 turns (party)
God's Hand: Deals Severe Phys damage to 1 foe.</s>
<|message|>Matthew Harvester
Agriculture Club // tuesday - after school
Today was just another day that Matt tried to enjoy but he found nothing more enjoyable than going to his club for the afternoon, having even gained club members that seem to be interested in his actual interests had been a huge bonus he welcomed.
Inside the club Matt followed his usual beginning routine before jumping into whatever he felt like making his topic of the day...or hour… or minute.
Even though he outwardly talked about agriculture inside Matt was thinking about how one of his club members had been involved in all the madness now, he knew he couldn't help it but he still felt responsible for not being able to protect one of his few club members. Hopefully they could stop this before something could happen to Shizu.
Matt's inward thoughts of some form of self guilt were interrupted when he heard Shizu talk.
"Um... Shirohane-senpai, Ha-Harvester-senpai... I-... I'm just curious but... Are you two seeing each other?"
Matt was so shocked by the question he almost choked on nothing. While Matt regained himself from the shocking question Kotori was already reassuring Shizuka that no such thing was happening before looking over to Matt.
"W-what, ah yea nah there's no such thing going on Shizu, we're just club members right?" Matt choked out before mumbling "I couldn't even protect her"
Still Matt was shocked by this question like really bloody shocked.
"Shizu I've got to ask, where did you get this idea from?"</s>
<|message|>Noboru Yamamoto
Aiko and Noboru Yamamoto- Warakuma High ->Star Drop Cafe-9/6/2015 Tuesday
Noboru tagged along with Aiko, his hands in his pockets. Aiko wanted to drag him along for whatever reason. He didn't mind however. It gave him a reason to skip clubs. Recently he had grown distant from them, them not being much fun anymore. He thumbed through his phone, there not being much there. No messages, no missed calls, nothing. His social life had gone dead. Or, at least, it was on life support. He turned his phone off, turning it back on again, hoping for new messages. Nothing.
"Cmon Noboru." Aiko decided to speak up, trying to get his attention. "Perk up. You need to get yourself in a better mood. You need a pick me up. I know the place." Aiko's hair was still dyed black, ruffled from the hair gel he used to make it look like Ryu's. It stood out, not being his normal matted down hair. He had his outfit in his backpack as well, something he didn't want to tell anyone. You never know when you needed a good cosplay. "Hey I have an idea. Maybe after this we can go workout. You always love working out right? That will perk you up if this doesn't." They continued down the road, and Noboru minded his own business. "Hey, look alive, we're almost here."
Noboru looked up. Oh no.
"No Aiko. Uh uh. No. I'm not going in there. Uh uh. No. You can't make me. I refuse. I've had enough bas experiences with idols and such to last me a lifetime. I'm leaving." Noboru turned around to walk away. His feet wouldn't let him. Looking around, Aiko's hand was on his collar, holding him in place. Aiko scolded him. "Noboru, you are going to meet people and you are going to like it. I'll beat you out of this slump if I have to. Let's go. What's the worst that could happen."
Noboru followed Aiko inside, who was already speaking. Aiko's words went a little like this. "Hello sir. You might not recognize me now, but I was
the cosplayer
from yesterday. I was wondering if everything went alright. Did you manage to catch the thief?"</s>
<|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Shizuka Otonashi || Agriculture Club || June 9 TUE: After School
Seeing the older female's reaction answered Shizuka's curiosity and indeed, it seemed to be all in her imagination. ...Or that's what she thought but as she turned her gaze towards the older male, whom Kotori's was also turned to, the brunette boy was looking at her as if she had said something outrageous. Was it really? In spring time of youth, love can be found anywhere, it wasn't THAT impossible for it to be true! Or perhaps... This could all be an act to hide the actual truth from the girl!
I mean, why IS Matt planting all these flowers around the room recently? It could be for Kotori, the freshman thought, they're something special to her and these were perhaps some sort of hidden sign from the boy! ....Or it could turn out to be her wild shoujo imagination, again. But... the vibrant flowers seemed to sparkle at the background, creating an aura of sparkling, bright otome scene behind the two plantation lovers that seemed to flourish even more as the two gazed at each other. Or should she say, actual lovers.
Shaking her head to snap out of whatever that was, Shizuka paused and stuttered for a moment before coming up with a reply for the president's question. "No-Nothing in particular... I-It's just that... I feel as if there is so-something going on between you two that I have no idea of." Even if her hunch might have been true, it was none of her business, but... why was she making a fuss out of it?
Kenji Hoshikawa || Star Drop Cafe || June 9 TUE
It was another usual day for the manager of the cosplay cafe. Checking the supplies, surveying the cafe premises, analyzing the profit and loss for certain items, taking his favorite coffee break, and motivating his crew to enjoy what they do. However, in one of his rounds while surveying the cafe by the counter, a young male with a familiar looking face approached him. Flashing a friendly smile, he greeted the customer, "Good afternoon dear customer, may I help you?"
After he let the boy speak, his smile intensified to a grin as the man let out an amused chuckle while firmly patting Aiko's shoulder. "So that was you! Everything turned out alright thanks to you and that other boy, let me properly thank you!" Reaching towards the counter behind him, Kenji picked up a menu and handed it to the raven haired boy. "Here you go, pick out any items you want. It's on me!" Whether the boy's attention was turned towards the menu or not, the manager rested his chin upon his knuckles with arms crossed across his chest, carefully inspecting the boy.
"Say, you wouldn't happen to be interested in working as a cosplayer waiter here, would you? You caught my attention with that gutsy action of yours but now that I see you properly, you might become popular with the girls here!" Kenji casually offers, hoping the boy would at least consider it after some thought. "But it's no problem if you can't, I don't mean to press it if it's not your thing."</s>
| <|message|>Masahide Saji
Warakuma High- Kendo Club
9/6/15 - Afterschool
"Masa!" a voice seemed to ring out to the darker haired male, catching his attention a moment before a wooden training blade came down to strike him. Caught off guard, Masa could only brace himself for the upcoming strike, but it never came as his partner withdrew slightly. Before Masa could lift his blade to continue the exercise, he felt the hand of the club's president on his shoulder. "Masa," the familiar voice spoke again as the speakers frame came into view, "You've been off your game lately. What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine.," Masa replied curtly, shrugging off the hand as he turned to face the male fully. He was an older male, about Masa's height but with a thicker frame, "Just distracted."
"Well, you've been distracted for days now. Your not doing anyone any good, including yourself." The soft voice had been replaced with a now stern and precise tone, "I think you need to call it a day. Some rest might-"
"I said I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, but it's not needed." Masahide interjected, his gaze now focusing on his partner once more as he drew up his wooden sword once more. Once again, a hand collapsed on his shoulder much firmer than before as it practically spun him around.
"Go home, Masa." The president spoke up, his expression seeming almost angered, but Masa could make out the subtle tinge of concern. He'd seen this look on his mother's face before, and it was the same expression on Yamato's face before... Reacting almost instinctively, Masa turned his blade round, thrusting the pommel forward into the padded armor of the president. The force was still enough to stagger the boy and cause him to groan as Masa stepped forward, grasping the collar of the uniform. With a brisk and firm pull upwards and towards him, Masa pulled the president off his feet all the while glaring at the elder student. Shortly after the exchange, a pair of hands would be placed on Masahide's shoulder, tugging and practically throwing him backwards as his grip on the president loosened. Sure enough, the display had garnered the attention of other members of the club who now stood between the dark haired male and the leader of the club. With a click of his tongue, Masa turned his head to the side with eyes closed as he attempted to calm down. Once again, the familiar voice spoke, "Go home, now! You're lucky I'm willing to look over this little outburst, but you've overstayed your welcome today."
Without another word, Masa turned and exited the dojo stopping at the locker-room long enough to store his equipment and catch a brisk shower. As he sat in silence -the sound of trickling water the only audible noise in the room- Masa's thoughts began to creep up on him, causing the male to shudder in a mix of the now chilly air and the unwanted memories. With an audible growl, he'd slam his fist onto the wall in both anger and confusion. Why? Why was this bothering him so much? He had been alone most of his life, and now he was finally feeling isolated? Yamato's expression continued coming to the forefront of his thoughts as Masa shook his head, withdrawing his hand from the wall to turn off the water. It was then that he noticed the sharp pain residing in his knuckles, withdrawing his hand as he looked over it. Sure enough, the blow had broken the skin, and it was a surprise it hadn't broken the knuckle. Clicking his tongue once more, Masa ran the water over the wound once to clean it before using his other hand to kill the water. After drying off and making his way back to the lockers, he would open his own and open the first aid kit he had stowed away. Wrapping the hand and dawning his own clothes, he began to set out to leave the school and enter the city of Warakuma.</s> |
<|description|>Masahide Saji
Appearance:
Gender:
Male
Age:
17
Personality:
Though coming off as a bit of a loner, and seeming adverse to conversation, Masahide is fairly well known about the social circles. An excellent student- with grades to match, an excellent study under the kendo club, and has been known to volunteer for community work around the area. However, it's not enough… Or at least to Masahide. Striving for prefection to the point of nearly tearing himself to pieces, the young boy barely has any time to enjoy his own life. It's for this very reason that he seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, 'If only I were better,' a reoccurring thought in his own head. It's because of this that people have seen him passed out during lunch hours at school, or seeming shaken and ill fed. But what would you expect? The pursuit of perfection is a long and excruciating process… Though less than fruitful. He'll never achieve perfection, but he'll never accept it… In the end though, something has to give. And at this point, it's looking to be the boy.
Equipment/Skills:
Uniform: Masahide takes great pride in his school and studies, wearing his uniform fairly consistently. However, it's not uncommon for him to dress in a rather dark ensemble on off days or when out with friends… If he had any.
Wakizashi: An heirloom of his family, this masterfully made blade bears a significant importance to his family. It is for this reason that Masahide covets it, training with it hours after school before washing up and heading for whatever activities he has planned.
Deductive Reasoning: Always the analytical one, if the pieces are laid out before him- odds are he'll solve whatever the puzzle may be. Though it'll take a couple failures (of which he'll hold over his own head), it's only a matter of time before the solution is in place.
Zealous: You get Masa to swear to a purpose, nothing will stop him. Even if it's simply studying up for a test, or squaring off against someone, he won't back down. The task will definitely take it's toll, and will ultimately consume him if not achieved, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try.
Background:
Born to a wealthy industrial family, Masahide would want for nothing. Whatever his heart desired, his parents allotted him. However, over time- this became dull. What worth were these things? Merely baubles and trinkets of his vanity and greed. It was shortly after that realization that he began to strive to make a name for himself. First, it was cleaning the house while his father was out, then it became excelling at school, and then a physical training regime. Then suddenly, the house wasn't enough, he'd seek to assist at shelters and shrines, anything he could do to keep himself busy and making a contribution. However, when his father was diagnosed with heart complications and forced to retire, this merely kicked Masahide into overdrive. Now taking up odd jobs to make up for the lack of income (though it wasn't needed) and going without on pretty much everything, Masa would become an asset to his family. When his father ultimately passed away, many feared the grief would kill the frantic boy. Instead, it had the opposite effect, it mellowed him out. He saw what the years of strain did to his father, so he dialed back his efforts… However, he still spreads himself much too thin. Though he's trying to accept the fact there are things beyond his control, to this day, Masahide Saji will never stop striving for perfection. Even if it kills him.
Persona:
Tyr-
Known as the Norse god of war, Tyr was considered one of the wisest and most courageous sons of the All-father, Odin. No clearer was this evident then the binding of Fenrir. The mighty wolf was the harbinger of the Ragnarok, or so the gods foresaw, and they attempted to bind the massive wolf. Every time, Fenrir broke free and grew wiser to his own strength. In a final act, the gods had dwarves craft a 'ribbon' that was strong enough to bind the wolf, yet would not openly display this prowess. Having grown wise to their schemes, Fenrir offered to wear the ribbon if one of the god's placed their hand in his mouth. Tyr volunteered. Though he lost a hand in exchange, it kept the wolf from being able to fulfill his purpose. Disaster averted- Tyr continued to retain his mantle, even if it costed him one of his hands.
Appearance:
Abilities:
Arm Chopper: Deals light Phys Damage to 1 foe and has chance of fear
Rampage: Deals light Phys damage to all foes 1x to 3x
Matarukaja: Increases attack for 3 turns (party)
God's Hand: Deals Severe Phys damage to 1 foe.</s>
<|message|>Alexei Dragunov
Alexei Dragunov | Warakuma Hospital
For a moment he could see Kotori turn red as a tomato, perhaps she wasn't expecting such reactions from either of the two siblings. Alexei wondered why a helpful and studious girl like Kotori had such timidness or perhaps it was just a little discomfort. He tried to allay her the best he could, "Okay, we'll talk about it later."
He took an apple from the fruit basket and offered it to her, "Sadly we aren't at home so this is the best I can do, why don't you come over our place on a Sunday? you may like it." he said lightly just as then Rui entered.
"Yeah it seems, all I needed was a shut-eye." Alexei said in response to his observation. Before the junior began how he knew of him. "Well we have crossed paths more than once but those are insignificant details. I'll be discharged tonight,if you gotta talk about something you can give me your number, I'll ring you up." he said.
"Help yourself to the fruits if you feel like, I could really use some needless sweet drink at the moment but the nurses said No!" he finished.</s>
<|message|>Shizuka Otonashi
Kenji Hoshikawa || Star Drop Cafe || June 13 SAT
Business at the cafe was as usual on a weekend noon, filled with customers thanks to being the only cosplay cafe in town. Warakuma was a rural type of town not too long ago; it was slowly developing like the neighboring big cities. That aside, today was the day a new waiter had come into work and Kenji was just in the middle of instructing Aiko Yamamoto on how to brew a hot cappuccino when the doors slammed open. By instinct, the waiters and waitresses dressed in prince/princess outfits greeted in chorus, 'Welcome home, master!'
"Aiko! Hey Aiko I need your help!" It seemed that the boy was not a customer but an acquaintance of his new trainee? Kenji lead his new waiter to whoever it was that was looking for him before the manager's eyes quickly scanned the boy. A grin replaced his curious expression as the older male started, "Are you related to my new waiter here? You two resemble each other!" Noticing that he might've interrupted something between them, he bowed slightly before deciding to leave them. "Sorry about that, I'll leave you two to your business but if you have time tomorrow, could you drop on by? Your build has potential to be popular among our female customers just like this boy here." His thumb pointed back towards Aiko before offering another bow and leaving their side.
Shizuka Otonashi || Pastry Shop || June 13 SAT: After School
After the attempt at regaining her composure, Shizuka gratefully bowed as she received the cake from the upperclassman. "T-Thank you, Saji-senpai." Flashing a soft smile in appreciation, that smile became brighter as her hazel eyes sparkled at the marvelous pastry. With her habit to eat her favorite part first, the younger student picked up the fork and poked at the chestnut atop the cake before plopping it into her mouth. The satisfied expression upon her face made it evident that she was enjoying the mont blanc until Masahide thanked Shizuka once again for introducing the shop to him. But before she could reply, he continued and ended with a teasing statement. Being how she was, the female teen took the question seriously and averted her gaze to the side as she spoke in an embarrassed tone, "Um... No-Not as often as you think I do."
A curious question relating to the topic at hand had formed in Shizuka's mind as she turned her gaze back to the upperclassman in front. "I-Is it strange? Do others not offer help to strangers evidently in need? She supposed not everyone would be as kind as to give their concern to strangers but being raised in an environment that encouraged such, the maiden grew up to act in such a way. Though with her shy trait, Shizuka couldn't bring herself to approach strangers unless she felt that they were in dire need of help.
Time seemed to pass quickly as the two continued occasionally conversing while enjoying their coffee and cake but as the sun seemed to be setting soon, Shizuka thanked once more for Masahide's time and for the treat he bought for her before excusing herself to start heading home.
Shizuka Otonashi || Warakuma Recreational Center || June 14 SUN
WHACK, followed by the sound of a bouncing tennis ball. And another WHACK. Ponytailed dark tresses danced in the air as the girl rushed from left to right. Sudden movements caused her sky blue pleated skirt to flutter around with each movement, flashing a peek of her upper legs.
After the last WHACK, Shizuka released an exhausted yet satisfied sigh, lowering the tennis racket in her grip as she walked over to the bench by the court. The neatly folded towel atop the bench was picked up by the tired tennis player, before being gently tapped along her face. Having the need to see properly to accurately hit the tennis ball, the long, dark bangs were pinned up by simple, white hair pins. Her eyes were clearly visible for anyone to see but fortunately for the timid teen, she had yet to see anyone she recognized today. The towel was then tapped along her slender neck to wipe off the perspiration while Shizuka decided to buy a drink from the vending machine at the main lobby.
Out of the tennis court and into the recreational center's main lobby, Shizuka walked as she dried herself with the towel. She was still in her tennis uniform, white polo shirt with a pleated sky blue skirt, since it could pull off as casual clothes anyway. Dropping a few coins into the vending machine, the teen pressed the button for a refreshing sports drink before taking a seat at one of the benches to take a sip of her drink.</s>
| <|message|>Masahide Saji
Pastry Shop
9/13/15 - Afterschool
Masa merely smiled at her response, falling silent for a moment as his gaze shifted slightly downwards. Mulling over her words for a moment, he'd begin to wonder about the truth to her words. Sure enough, no one aside from his family ever stopped to check on him, no one ever asked or was concerned about his well being. How long had this cycle been going on? Shaking his head free from the thoughts for a moment, he'd return his gaze to her, continuing a casual conversation all the while pouring over his thoughts from a moment before. The meeting came to a close, Masa bowing politely as Shizuka left. Sitting down to his empty cup, he'd withdraw his phone as he flipped it open once more. He continued to stare at his phone for just a minute longer before dialing something in.
Yeah... Sorry. Just not very used to having others to count on. His message to his cousin sent, and his gaze now staring out of the shop; and his mind lost in his own thoughts. Masahide was never a very introspective person... But now he actually stopped to think about it all.
Masahide Saji
Warakuma Interior
9/14/15
"So, how's things since I left?" Yamato asked tentatively, his voice resounding from Masa's cellphone as the dark haired male traversed the city streets. Having blown off several requests, Masa had decided to take the evening off to just relax for the first time in awhile. The city streets didn't seem to have much to mention, just scattered people walking to their venues all seeming to be distracted just as Masa was. Still, he took no notice beyond that as his attention was focused upon his cousin.
"Going alright. Taking the day off, probably going to hit a shop I was introduced to." Masa replied, scanning the streets for the familiar sign.
"Introduced to? You actually went out with someone?" The shock in Yamato's voice was hard to miss, "So how sick were you?"
"Wasn't. A friend of mine wanted to show me." Masa retorted, a faint smirk forming on his lips.
"I see. Which one? The dark haired girl, or the fidgety guy with the glasses?"
"Her name is Shizuka. But yes, her."
A devious chuckle resounded from the other end of the conversation, "So your first date."
Masa rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Not exactly. Had a blow out in the park, guess she wanted to lighten the mood."
"Yeah? What about?"
"... Don't worry about it." Yamato could be heard sighing on the other side, but didn't seem to want to push the issue. The back and forth continued for some time, Masa just wasting time as he roamed his city.</s> |
<|description|>Masahide Saji
Appearance:
Gender:
Male
Age:
17
Personality:
Though coming off as a bit of a loner, and seeming adverse to conversation, Masahide is fairly well known about the social circles. An excellent student- with grades to match, an excellent study under the kendo club, and has been known to volunteer for community work around the area. However, it's not enough… Or at least to Masahide. Striving for prefection to the point of nearly tearing himself to pieces, the young boy barely has any time to enjoy his own life. It's for this very reason that he seems to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, 'If only I were better,' a reoccurring thought in his own head. It's because of this that people have seen him passed out during lunch hours at school, or seeming shaken and ill fed. But what would you expect? The pursuit of perfection is a long and excruciating process… Though less than fruitful. He'll never achieve perfection, but he'll never accept it… In the end though, something has to give. And at this point, it's looking to be the boy.
Equipment/Skills:
Uniform: Masahide takes great pride in his school and studies, wearing his uniform fairly consistently. However, it's not uncommon for him to dress in a rather dark ensemble on off days or when out with friends… If he had any.
Wakizashi: An heirloom of his family, this masterfully made blade bears a significant importance to his family. It is for this reason that Masahide covets it, training with it hours after school before washing up and heading for whatever activities he has planned.
Deductive Reasoning: Always the analytical one, if the pieces are laid out before him- odds are he'll solve whatever the puzzle may be. Though it'll take a couple failures (of which he'll hold over his own head), it's only a matter of time before the solution is in place.
Zealous: You get Masa to swear to a purpose, nothing will stop him. Even if it's simply studying up for a test, or squaring off against someone, he won't back down. The task will definitely take it's toll, and will ultimately consume him if not achieved, but he'll be damned if he doesn't try.
Background:
Born to a wealthy industrial family, Masahide would want for nothing. Whatever his heart desired, his parents allotted him. However, over time- this became dull. What worth were these things? Merely baubles and trinkets of his vanity and greed. It was shortly after that realization that he began to strive to make a name for himself. First, it was cleaning the house while his father was out, then it became excelling at school, and then a physical training regime. Then suddenly, the house wasn't enough, he'd seek to assist at shelters and shrines, anything he could do to keep himself busy and making a contribution. However, when his father was diagnosed with heart complications and forced to retire, this merely kicked Masahide into overdrive. Now taking up odd jobs to make up for the lack of income (though it wasn't needed) and going without on pretty much everything, Masa would become an asset to his family. When his father ultimately passed away, many feared the grief would kill the frantic boy. Instead, it had the opposite effect, it mellowed him out. He saw what the years of strain did to his father, so he dialed back his efforts… However, he still spreads himself much too thin. Though he's trying to accept the fact there are things beyond his control, to this day, Masahide Saji will never stop striving for perfection. Even if it kills him.
Persona:
Tyr-
Known as the Norse god of war, Tyr was considered one of the wisest and most courageous sons of the All-father, Odin. No clearer was this evident then the binding of Fenrir. The mighty wolf was the harbinger of the Ragnarok, or so the gods foresaw, and they attempted to bind the massive wolf. Every time, Fenrir broke free and grew wiser to his own strength. In a final act, the gods had dwarves craft a 'ribbon' that was strong enough to bind the wolf, yet would not openly display this prowess. Having grown wise to their schemes, Fenrir offered to wear the ribbon if one of the god's placed their hand in his mouth. Tyr volunteered. Though he lost a hand in exchange, it kept the wolf from being able to fulfill his purpose. Disaster averted- Tyr continued to retain his mantle, even if it costed him one of his hands.
Appearance:
Abilities:
Arm Chopper: Deals light Phys Damage to 1 foe and has chance of fear
Rampage: Deals light Phys damage to all foes 1x to 3x
Matarukaja: Increases attack for 3 turns (party)
God's Hand: Deals Severe Phys damage to 1 foe.</s>
<|message|>Alexei Dragunov
Alexei Dragunov | Hall of the Slain
It has been a daze, these past few days and weeks. Ever since he had gone through the harrowing experience of nearly losing Elena to an unknown world. He had been given a strange power, rather a calling card what Rui later told as 'Persona'. It had been a surreal experience, though he didn't remember much if he was even helpful in his first delving in the mirror world.
Even this time, he was barely making any sense of the situation. The corridor was dark and every time they try fending of the lingering malevolence that permeated the place, they'd be attacked from an other direction. It was tough time moving forward. Though he had the familiar face of Kotori, he couldn't say if he was giving a good account of himself in this situation.
The tyre iron in his hand was idle for a long time he had swung at shadows that were elusive before a strange hawk appeared. With its appearance the area was bathed in red light and their assailants was revealed. Skeletal assassins, they seemed intimidating when Ayano had brought them up but looking at their size, Alexei felt a hint of confidence. His persona was a being that handled fire and technically from what he saw, fire worked well.
He called Prometheus and said "Maragi", the persona swung his baton in a wide arc, dousing the eternal flame that it carried onto a bunch of skeletons while Alexei charged to the nearest on with an overhead crushing strike from the iron. Prometheus too mimicked his motions as he went to attack another shadow in a similar strike.</s>
<|message|>The Compendium
Super Magical Runway F2
28/6/2015 Sunday
@i-am-x@sen
Even the spells seemed to not be making as much as a dent... It was safer certainly, but Rui was noticing something strange about it's spell defense...
"Megumi, confirm it for me. Where are all it's tendrils going when it defends a spell?", he inquired.
"Huh? Oh it's... All to the spell?... Ah!", that's right, whenever it defended from a spell, it concentrated all it's defenses to the source of the spell. Rui drew back his sword and moved into the front line.
"Keep hitting it with spells, it seems to be open when it's defending", he ordered. At the same time he summoned Askr, casting Sukukaja on himself. The Matarukaja from Akane earlier was going to be a real help. His aim when going for the flank attack was to compromise it's defenses at best, so that everyone else could wail on it.
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Hall of the Slain F1
28/6/2015 Sunday
nyan@diabolicalrhapsody@takaru
"Okay let's keep moving", ordered Kami, leaving the room behind in a mess of fire, as the last of the stealth skeleton shadows fell beneath the party's immense counter-attack. The hawk seemed to have left, unfortunately, but according to Ayano it was heading to another dungeon... Strange. It's like it was helping everyone, still, this was a blessing, they can be at a better state when they finally reach the end of this dungeon. Eventually they came to a giant door at the top of what appears to be countless steps... The serene and martial silence of this room told them one thing... That door up there was going to be the way to the finale.
"Right, everyone make sure you're ready, then we move", he gave everyone a moment to recompose before they made the long climb... As they got closer they saw that the door was ajar... They could hear talking.
Your time has come.
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Moritomi Home for the Disturbed F1
28/6/2015 Sunday
@floodtalon
Ryan's Garula was effective... On one of them, sending it flying back and slamming into the wall, but like suspicious and cautious beasts, they used that attack as a sign to lash out, charging at Ryan. At that moment, Tadao stepped in-between the charging shadows and Ryan, his Persona with it's giant shield managing to stop them from reaching Ryan.
"Don't worry about me, keep attacking. My Persona was made for this", he assured. Right, keep on attacking while Tadao held them back. The gigantic sword-shield of his Persona was quite reassuring, still, the party's aim was to attack from behind the safety of Tadao and his Persona Roland. Simple enough, but they needed to be quick. The one Ryan had struck earlier was getting back up, if they were this sturdy their waves of attacks needed to be consistent unless they wanted to be overrun.</s>
| <|message|>Masahide Saji
Hall of the Slain
Within the lavishly decorated throne room that resided just before the dungeon party behind the marginally opened door, two similar voices could be heard subtly echoing into the hallway. Even now, the voiced seemed to be in heated debate, though one of the voices seemed only to be amused by the exchange. As the party drew closer, their words would now become audible as the light from within poured into the dimly lit tunnel.
"You're out of your damn mind," The angered voice called out in a near-shout, "You really think I give a damn about the opinions of others? Hell, half of the people in this town can't get by on their own, and it's not like I don't get paid to do my part.
"Ah, true," The other voice responded, it's tone more regal and formal in it's address, "But that does not explain your reasoning behind your heavy load. You run yourself ragged for their approval, and you have every right! Why would a shining beacon be content with being ignored? These people should worship and adore you for all that you have done for this city and the people within it."
If the party opened the door, they would be able a well lit throne room, ornate in it's design and decoration as several of the pillars that lined the interior of the dungeon now marked a lavish carpet that led further into the room. Despite the pristine condition of the expansive room, the walls and ceiling were littered with manacles that held within them a featureless figure that remained still in it's elevated nature. These blank bodies hung limply from their restraints, all with heads facing the floor as if in a display of bowing towards the throne. At the foot of the ascending stairs stood Masahide in his school attire, his foot placed squarely upon the first step as he looked up the pathway to another man, seeming an almost exact match to the male. Despite the resemblance in facial features, the complexion of the regal male atop the ivory throne was more lively than his counterpart, his body sheltered behind lavish gold armor that shone brightly in the well-lit surrounding.
At once, the attention of the seated male turned to the party as he arose with outstretched arms, "Ah! See? Even now, the people flock to their lord! They cannot exist without our guiding presence to lead them." With this, the regal figure of Masahide's shadow began descending the stairs, the red cloak of which he once sat upon billowing in an exaggerated fashion as he moved.
As the shadow mentioned the others, Masahide turned to the group in a mild disbelief, clenching his teeth as he attempted to still his growing rage as the words of the other, "Great. Now we have an audience." With a harsh sigh, Masa pinched the bridge of his nose in agitation as he fell silent.
"Hush, boy. You know that we long to be the center of attention," The shadow spoke out once more, having fully descended the stairs as he stood before the true Masahide with a knowing smirk, "It is only right for the people to pay homage to the true hero of this city! Let them marvel at our splendor." With this, the armored male passed by the other without another word, his arms falling to his side as his attention turned to the party once more.
Now trembling with anger, Masahide rounded, his fist clutched tightly as his voice rose to a shout, "I don't know who the hell you think you are. You keep talking like you know what goes on in my head, but you couldn't be farther from the truth. Who gives a damn if people notice me? Why is it impossible to believe that I'm just doing this to leave my mark on this world?!"
"It is not impossible, but what is a defining mark without anyone to witness it?" The regal Masahide quizzed the other, raising a brow curiously as his attention remained forward, "We both know your true desires. After all, I am just a spitting image of who you are. Which only comes naturally, because-" Turning his head to gaze over his shoulder towards Masahide, the man in gold armor retained his smile as he spoke, "- I am your true self. The one you try to keep hidden from others."
"What are you talking about?!" Masahide erupted with anger, his voice echoing through the very room as one the bodies subtly swayed.
"Hahahaha! Do not play dumb with me, boy! Why deny our perfection? You cannot possibly believe that you and I are so different? The sooner you accept it, the easier it will become. Embrace the fact that I am the true you!"
"… Shut up." Masahide snarled, his body growing heavy at the mix of hatred and embarrassment at the private words being bellowed out before the others that had arrived mere moments before, "Just because I'm trying to make this world a better place does not mean I'm a vain bastard like you! There is no way in hell you can be me!"
At this, a strong an audible pulsing resounded within the room, bringing the expansive venue to an eerie silence. Without warning, one of the manacles from the ceiling audibly snapped as the held body plummeted towards the floor. One would expect the lifeless figure to strike the stone beneath with a sickening slap, but the body merely landed upon it's hands and feet as it remained crouched at the side of the shadow in armor. Slowly, the form of the Masahide's shadow began to twist and contort, his arms and legs extending disproportionately as the features of his face faded to a blank expression with harrowing eyes. In a matter of moments, the man before them went from an ornately armored mirror-image of Masahide to a menacing, yet regal shadow that clasped what appeared to be a glass of wine that accompanied his lavish suit that replaced his former armaments. The blank form to his side also began to twist and distort, sprouting fur in tufts that quickly overtook the now elongated and bestial form of the creature that curled around at it's master's side.
"And with that, the curtain arises," a voice boomed within the room, the face transposed onto the seemingly wolf-like beast moving it's mouth along with the spoken words, "Come now, children! Offer yourself to the god amongst you!"</s> |
<|description|>Sotaru Windmill
(Called Sota by his friends)
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
Personality: Sotaru is an upbeat, optimistic person. Charismatic and helpful, he makes friends easily and gets along with most people. He usually stands up for people that can't defend themselves and lets people know if he really disapproves of them
Favourite Colour(s): White, blue, green
Favourite Food(s): Meat, pizza, fruit
Hobbies: Adventure, competitive sports, sparring, relaxing with friends
Weapons: Sotaru has two tonfa style twin blades. Also a sword that is attuned to his energy
Powers/Abilities: Sota has the ability to jump incredibly high. He is also able to run slightly faster than the average human. He is able to use his own energy and direct it into a weapon, allowing him to shoot energy from a sword or other weapon in various ways. Although he is using his own energy to do this, and can do it at any time, he can only direct the energy via a weapon, not his own body.
Biography: Sotaru grew up in a trade town. Eventually he aspired to become a talented swordsman, wanting to travel to various lands, using his skills to help any towns that may need him. While developing his own skills, he discovered his unique abilities.
He is constantly looking for adventure, things to keep him entertained and ways to help others.</s>
<|message|>Jolokia Anaheim
Jolokia - Starter Town, Beginnings Boulevard
Darting excitedly from food stall to food stall, the green hair of a young looking swordswoman bobbed back and forth as her coin purse became emptier and emptier. Festivals were really the best! There were always so much fun things going on, and the food was amazing! As she gorged herself on some foreign delicacy she couldn't pronounce the name of, the young Masalan warrior Jolokia wondered what to try next.
"Ah, it's all so good!" she happily thought aloud, licking her fingers clean. It really did taste amazing, and she wasn't going to waste one drop. "And there's still so much more to try! What next, what next... Oooh, that smells amazing!"
Bounding towards a nearby stall, Jolokia's eyes were transfixed by a chef cooking some kind of barbecue dish she'd never had, or more specifically by what he held in his hands.
"W-wow! I didn't know you could cook with swords! That's so amazing! Aren't swords amazing? They're the coolest thing ever! Want to see my swo-"
"Y'gonna order somethin' or just babble 'bout swords all day, missy?" The barbecue chef laughed heartily, running the blade of one sword along that of the other, making a satisfying SCHNNNNG noise.
"...Oh right! Right, right, um... Let's see, um, um..." The young Masalan reached for her coin purse... And to her dismay found only a few small coins left, not nearly enough to buy even the cheapest dish on the menu. "...Waaaah! Noooo! This is the greatest tragedy in all history! And it smelled so good too... No sword barbecue for poor Jolokia..."
Slumping off dispondently, Jolokia wondered if there was any way to make more money. She really wanted to try the sword barbecue!</s>
<|message|>Aura Lodestone
Aura - Starter Town, Beginnings Boulevard
Small steps, soft steps, silent steps stepping silently softly as the small boy makes his way through the crowd. A group of peal barge through making a small commotion as they start to speak out loud. "Anyone seen a little kid wondering around here?" as the group of four archaeologist's asked around only to find that there were street children everywhere as they began to complain amongst themselves as the townspeople looked at the four men strangely.
Meanwhile moving between stalls the little boy was hungry, he had not eaten in so long and these strange guys just found him. He was not sure what was going on as he wondered where his parents were and why everything looked so different. He could not recognise anything as he walked around finally noticing a stall with several fruit as he just took an apple and started eating as a lady looked to the boy with a glare and asked. "Are you going to pay for that?", the boy paused for a moment having taken only a single bite as he put the apple back down and shook his head. The woman was about to get furious when a man passing by just placed a gold coin on the table and said, "I will pay for this, so do not worry young lady", as the man turned to see the boy's reaction as he was hoping to show off the boy was gone with the apple as well.
Things were peaceful as the boy just walked between all the people who were too busy with what seemed to be a festival to notice him, as the researching archaeologist's tried their best to find the small boy as there was no way for them to track him down right now. They had not thought of what to do with the boy and having only really treated his wounds they never got down to giving him proper cleaning or clothing so he pretty much appeared like all the other street kids with brown hair due to how dirty his hair had been from all the rubble it got and some dust as well. His clothes were tattered and torn with only the wound that was fixed being somewhat cleansed to prevent infection.
Meanwhile the small boy had finished his apple as he threw the left overs away, he had grown up in a small little village so he did not really get what was going on around him. He then finally noticed something he could recognise and saw a sword, he stood in front of this stall which had a man making some strange meat with his sword. He had never seen a barbeque before and to be honest was not sure what the man was doing as he just wanted to eat the food. He then looked to the side and then as he looked back up there was some strange girl with green hair who spoke as he could barely understand what the man was saying and part of what the girl said. The man said something about order and the girl was searching her pouch for something. She was going on all of a sudden about it being a tragedy that the sword barbeque, as he paused now more interested in her as he was more interested in this new word he never heard before called barbeque, he had read nearly every book in his parents library and never once did he find this word. Was she a foreigner or maybe she was some strange creature since her hair was green, not that his own hair colour was strange if anyone got to see it clean.
He then suddenly felt hungry and reached out for the meat only to burn his hand as the man looked his way he got a bit scared and looking around not sure which way to go just remembered the green hair and followed the strange barbeque girl slowly and closely behind her with soft silent small steps</s>
<|message|>Radley Oerheart
Radley
On the high slopes of the Ryu Mountain range a savage wind blew. It whipped at Radley's face, reddening his bare skin with its vicious chill, and, from the corners of his half-open eyes, streaks of tears ran to his hairline. One fist was clamped tightly around the brim of his sugegasa, the conical straw hat that sat upon his head, as the silk ribbon that normally held it adequately was fraying in the wind, and would not doubt have snapped under the force of a particularly strong gust. The hat was tilted slightly forward, in an attempt to further shield his eyes.
It had not been this bad when he started up the mountain pass, but Radley knew the risks taking this route during the early spring; its weather was temperamental at best. Weighing this against cutting at least a week of his travels times had led to Radley deciding it was worth it, which in turn, led to his current predicament. As if to spite him, a solitary figure on the mountainside, the weather took a turn for the worse, and he had to spend two days in a cave eating cured rabbit flesh around a meagre fire whilst waiting for the lashing hailstorm to clear. He had deemed it safe for travel on the third morning, and found that the wind was still as vehement as ever, but it was bearable.
In his other hand, Radley held his trusty staff, an old friend, who seemed to be an extension of his very body, which he currently used to traverse a section of loose shingles, with boulders jutting up sporadically from it. It was tricky; even with Radley's quickstep and light footfalls it began to slide down, and the wind seemed to wish to throw him of balance all the while, forcing him to break into almost a run, until he reached the solace solid of ground.
As he crested the final rise, he was greeted with a downwards slope and a magnificent view; the weather had since cleared up and offered a flawless azure backdrop to the expansive landscape, rolling hills and dense woodlands. He could also see a colourful gem on the horizon, the colloquially coined Starter Town, closer to a small city than a town with all the commerce and foreign embassy it saw.
Back in Bjorfrost, a northern frontier town whose mayor was indebted to Radley, the monk had heard rumours of a coming festival in the South, housed in the town he saw before him. Even that far north the people were excited, and there seemed to be a frantic dash to catch as many Knuckledhead from the icy lakes as possible, and carve trinkets from their sought-after, oversized skulls, which fetched a pretty penny on the southern market. The day Radley had left, the fishing trawlers were out in swarms, practically covering the lake, and it would have been a miracle in no fighting occurred due to disputes over catches. With a sparked curiosity, he had decided it was time to move on, and what better place to go than this renowned festival, and see first-hand if it was worth all the fuss.
He adjusted the pack on his back, and with his spirits raised from the sighting of the town, Radley made good pace down the shallow climb of the mountain pass, and soon trees started passing him as he descended into lands more hospitable. He was headed for the River Aern, which ran straight through Starter Town, and would take him the rest of his journey without much concern for navigation, allowing each footfall to come gaily as his mind wandered and he soaked in the warm sunshine. Once he was alongside the river, which swathed its way through land quickly becoming wooded, he was treated to the merry twitter of birdsong too. The river was illustrious in the sunlight, like liquid diamond flowing free. When Radley rested at noon whilst the Sun passed its zenith, the water did not disappoint; each mouthful was revitalising and so cold it felt like it was cutting your mouth, and it washed away the residual saltiness of the cured meat with welcome efficiency.
Onwards Radley trudged, his boots crunching in the wet sediment of the riverside, his staff offering stability and an extra driving force. He was making good pace, but knew he would not make the town in time; he had only just reached one of the winding dirt tracks that had been trodden in by numerous travellers and trading caravans. He followed this path for close to an hour, only seeing a single rider pass him in this time.
The sky was beginning to stain vermillion with the setting sun, and blue strips of cloud hung in wait of the coming night. Radley turned off the path before reaching the main cobblestone road that ran from Starter Town to New Harbour, and into the woodland running parallel to it. It sloped downwards, forcing Radley to lift his staff up on the ground and trot down so he didn't fall face-first, and likely spill the contents of his pack.
As the Sun touched the horizon, Radley had found a suitable place to camp: a ring-copse of trees, not too far from a road in the hopes wild animals kept away, which he could sling his hide covering between for shelter. In the ring made by the trees there were also several boulders, one of which he used to semi-shelter his fire, from the elements, and any unsavoury eyes, and another he slung his burden over, sitting on the only remaining, and also flattest, moss-covered stone. He yanked of his boots, after unbuckling them, and stretched, wriggling his toes, the nip in the air a welcome change from the sweltering atmosphere of his boots. His arms reached far above his head, his back cracked audibly once, and he let of a yawn.
The camp was easily set up; the covering, a mesh of sewn together animal hides, acted almost like a tent when slung between the branches of three trees, and retained much of the heat from the fire. Radley then went about skinning the three rabbits he had caught and not eat eaten on his journey, intending to feast upon one now, and quickly cure the other two overnight.
The sun was now a semi-circle of blazing fire, dropping slowly into the ground on the horizon.</s>
| <|message|>Sotaru Windmill
The blonde male walked through the busy streets.
Sotaru had been on a two day journey before arriving here in Starter Town. This was his first time adventuring away from his town and he was pretty excited.
However, right now he was focused on other things. Mainly that he was exhausted and really needed something to drink.
Walking through the busy streets, he made his way to a large plaza. There was a water fountain in the middle of it, and he went to sit down at the edge of the fountain. Relaxing and taking some breaths, he looked around at the many people going about.
This place is really nice. It's never this busy back home.
Sotaru's town was much more quiet and peaceful than here.
Eventually he saw a green haired girl near a food stand. After talking there for a while, she began to walk away.
Lots of interesting people here. I need to restock my supplies and purchase a new map. But first I really need to get some food.
Thinking that it might be nice to try to talk with one of the locals, Sotaru got up and walked toward the green haired swordswoman. "Hey!" he waved, finally catching up. "You live around here? I just got to town recently, I'm trying to find my way around. Do you know anywhere I can get some good food?"</s> |
<|description|>Amythest Malachite, MISTRESS OF THAT HEARTLESS MAGIC THE WORLD CALLS BLACK
Theme Song:
Gender: Female
Age: OLDER THAN THE ABYSS OF TIME ITSELF(15)
Appearance: "Hah! I am the TRUE darkness of this world!"
Personality: Destroyer of kingdoms! Slayer of kings! Kidnapper of fair maidens! All of these things are not at all an apt description of Amythest as much as she would like others to think they are. Amythest would just love to be seen as a terrible and cruel mistress of black magic who takes pleasure in the suffering of others. She styles herself as such, loudly proclaiming that she seeks to bring evil upon all mankind! ... And yet in action, she cannot ever bring herself to perform truly evil acts. No, in spite of her claims, Amythest is not the evildoer she styles herself as. For every claim of being a heinous monster that she makes, Amythest has likely done something only mildly malevolent or even outright benevolent and kind. She claims she has never done anything helpful for anyone, but truthfully the girl simply is a much better person than she claims she is. She likes children and often has trouble keeping her villainous facade up around them, unless they're finding it entertaining. Amythest is full of confidence and pride in herself, and refuses to back down in the face of danger. Unless that danger is spiders. Amythest does not like spiders.
Favourite Colour(s): Blood red! Like the stains left behind by those who oppose her! Ahahaha! (Pink)
Favourite Food(s): The souls of her enemies! (Cheesecake)
Hobbies: Torturing the innocent! (Pressing flowers) Indulging in the spoils of conquest! (Collecting magical grimoires)
Weapons: Her channeling staff. That is all.
Powers/Abilities: Amythest is a black mage, utilizing primarily offensive spells. These spells are primarily fire-or-lightning-based, such as a bolt of lightning or a ball of fire. Amythest's most powerful spells, however, channel her mana as a beam or burst of purple energy. These spells can be highly hazardous to many organic targets. Amythest isn't very athletic and lacks physical skills, all her focus being on magic.
Biography: Amythest was born to an average family and had an average life. Averagely. Boringly. It was dull. Really way, way too dull. Amythest couldn't stand how boring she felt it was. Sure, she was learning magic, but she never got to do anything with it! That's when she hit upon the idea of becoming a traveler! But not just any traveler... a Dark Traveler! Yes, she would paint herself as the most evil and dark adventurer to cross the lands! ... And it became quite obvious that these claims were only words, as she simply could not actually do anything that evil. But still, she ventures across the lands and proclaims her evilness while doing nothing to back it up.</s>
<|message|>Radley Oerheart
Radley
On the high slopes of the Ryu Mountain range a savage wind blew. It whipped at Radley's face, reddening his bare skin with its vicious chill, and, from the corners of his half-open eyes, streaks of tears ran to his hairline. One fist was clamped tightly around the brim of his sugegasa, the conical straw hat that sat upon his head, as the silk ribbon that normally held it adequately was fraying in the wind, and would not doubt have snapped under the force of a particularly strong gust. The hat was tilted slightly forward, in an attempt to further shield his eyes.
It had not been this bad when he started up the mountain pass, but Radley knew the risks taking this route during the early spring; its weather was temperamental at best. Weighing this against cutting at least a week of his travels times had led to Radley deciding it was worth it, which in turn, led to his current predicament. As if to spite him, a solitary figure on the mountainside, the weather took a turn for the worse, and he had to spend two days in a cave eating cured rabbit flesh around a meagre fire whilst waiting for the lashing hailstorm to clear. He had deemed it safe for travel on the third morning, and found that the wind was still as vehement as ever, but it was bearable.
In his other hand, Radley held his trusty staff, an old friend, who seemed to be an extension of his very body, which he currently used to traverse a section of loose shingles, with boulders jutting up sporadically from it. It was tricky; even with Radley's quickstep and light footfalls it began to slide down, and the wind seemed to wish to throw him of balance all the while, forcing him to break into almost a run, until he reached the solace solid of ground.
As he crested the final rise, he was greeted with a downwards slope and a magnificent view; the weather had since cleared up and offered a flawless azure backdrop to the expansive landscape, rolling hills and dense woodlands. He could also see a colourful gem on the horizon, the colloquially coined Starter Town, closer to a small city than a town with all the commerce and foreign embassy it saw.
Back in Bjorfrost, a northern frontier town whose mayor was indebted to Radley, the monk had heard rumours of a coming festival in the South, housed in the town he saw before him. Even that far north the people were excited, and there seemed to be a frantic dash to catch as many Knuckledhead from the icy lakes as possible, and carve trinkets from their sought-after, oversized skulls, which fetched a pretty penny on the southern market. The day Radley had left, the fishing trawlers were out in swarms, practically covering the lake, and it would have been a miracle in no fighting occurred due to disputes over catches. With a sparked curiosity, he had decided it was time to move on, and what better place to go than this renowned festival, and see first-hand if it was worth all the fuss.
He adjusted the pack on his back, and with his spirits raised from the sighting of the town, Radley made good pace down the shallow climb of the mountain pass, and soon trees started passing him as he descended into lands more hospitable. He was headed for the River Aern, which ran straight through Starter Town, and would take him the rest of his journey without much concern for navigation, allowing each footfall to come gaily as his mind wandered and he soaked in the warm sunshine. Once he was alongside the river, which swathed its way through land quickly becoming wooded, he was treated to the merry twitter of birdsong too. The river was illustrious in the sunlight, like liquid diamond flowing free. When Radley rested at noon whilst the Sun passed its zenith, the water did not disappoint; each mouthful was revitalising and so cold it felt like it was cutting your mouth, and it washed away the residual saltiness of the cured meat with welcome efficiency.
Onwards Radley trudged, his boots crunching in the wet sediment of the riverside, his staff offering stability and an extra driving force. He was making good pace, but knew he would not make the town in time; he had only just reached one of the winding dirt tracks that had been trodden in by numerous travellers and trading caravans. He followed this path for close to an hour, only seeing a single rider pass him in this time.
The sky was beginning to stain vermillion with the setting sun, and blue strips of cloud hung in wait of the coming night. Radley turned off the path before reaching the main cobblestone road that ran from Starter Town to New Harbour, and into the woodland running parallel to it. It sloped downwards, forcing Radley to lift his staff up on the ground and trot down so he didn't fall face-first, and likely spill the contents of his pack.
As the Sun touched the horizon, Radley had found a suitable place to camp: a ring-copse of trees, not too far from a road in the hopes wild animals kept away, which he could sling his hide covering between for shelter. In the ring made by the trees there were also several boulders, one of which he used to semi-shelter his fire, from the elements, and any unsavoury eyes, and another he slung his burden over, sitting on the only remaining, and also flattest, moss-covered stone. He yanked of his boots, after unbuckling them, and stretched, wriggling his toes, the nip in the air a welcome change from the sweltering atmosphere of his boots. His arms reached far above his head, his back cracked audibly once, and he let of a yawn.
The camp was easily set up; the covering, a mesh of sewn together animal hides, acted almost like a tent when slung between the branches of three trees, and retained much of the heat from the fire. Radley then went about skinning the three rabbits he had caught and not eat eaten on his journey, intending to feast upon one now, and quickly cure the other two overnight.
The sun was now a semi-circle of blazing fire, dropping slowly into the ground on the horizon.</s>
<|message|>Sotaru Windmill
The blonde male walked through the busy streets.
Sotaru had been on a two day journey before arriving here in Starter Town. This was his first time adventuring away from his town and he was pretty excited.
However, right now he was focused on other things. Mainly that he was exhausted and really needed something to drink.
Walking through the busy streets, he made his way to a large plaza. There was a water fountain in the middle of it, and he went to sit down at the edge of the fountain. Relaxing and taking some breaths, he looked around at the many people going about.
This place is really nice. It's never this busy back home.
Sotaru's town was much more quiet and peaceful than here.
Eventually he saw a green haired girl near a food stand. After talking there for a while, she began to walk away.
Lots of interesting people here. I need to restock my supplies and purchase a new map. But first I really need to get some food.
Thinking that it might be nice to try to talk with one of the locals, Sotaru got up and walked toward the green haired swordswoman. "Hey!" he waved, finally catching up. "You live around here? I just got to town recently, I'm trying to find my way around. Do you know anywhere I can get some good food?"</s>
<|message|>Marcus Frost
High in the trees of the forest outside of Starter Town was a giant web spanning four different trees made up of a thin steel wire that was only seen as it caught the light of the sun high overhead. In the middle of the web laid a young man in his early twenties who seemed to be sleeping unaware of his surroundings as he rolled over into a gap in the web and fell out. Marcus woke up with one of his arms above him as he hung from the web as the wires were connected to his fingertips, he flicked his pinky finger which engaged the wheel integrated into the top of his glove which pulled him back up to the web as the wire slack was reeled in.
When he reached the web again he sat down cross legged in the middle and held out one of his gloved hands palm up and concentrated on the center. Hovering over his palm two small ice orbs formed from the moister in the air before starting to rotate around themselves over his palm as he started to meditate on the motion of the orbs. He remained in the pose for most of the afternoon with his eyes closed and actually at one point did fall back asleep only to be woken up by a growling stomach which reminded him that he hadn't eaten all day. Marcus grabbed one of the orbs in his clawed fingers as he watched it melt back into water before getting up from his spot and jumping over to the closest branch that was big enough to hold his weight before holding out his right hand and activating the wheel to reel in all the wires that made up the web.
As the sun started to head toward the horizon, Marcus jumped down from the tree and started to walk through the forest at his own pace as he listened for any sounds that could give away where food could be hiding. After a few minutes he saw a fire in a small clearing causing him to slow down as he approached quietly before sending out some wire to pull him into the trees so he could approach from above in the tree branches. He saw a man setting up camp in the clearing and was currently preparing a few rabbits for food which made Marcus' mouth water slightly. He fixed his cloak so that it covered his spool of wire on his back before sitting down on one of the branches that overlooked the clearing. "Hey there. I don't suppose you would be willing to share some of that rabbit? I do have some money if I could buy it off of you." He hoped that the older looking guy was friendly and would allow him to buy some of the rabbit since he was to lazy to head into town and find some food.</s>
| <|message|>Amythest Malachite, MISTRESS OF THAT HEARTLESS MAGIC THE WORLD CALLS BLACK
Amythest Malachite, MISTRESS OF THAT HEARTLESS MAGIC THE WORLD CALLS BLACK - Starter Town, Beginnings Boulevard
"WAHAHAHAHA~"
The dark queen of all black magic slammed the tip of her staff down onto the cobblestone! With a triumphant laugh, she ran her free hand through her long, pink hair! Yes, beautiful and deadly! Swiftly it moved to her hip, and she gave the entire town a malevolent grin! Yes, Amythest Malachite, the darkest villain to ever taint the lands with her evil presence, had arrived! Soon these foolish mortals would know true fear! Soon they would suffer under her iron fist of cruel tyranny and tyrannical cruelty! Clearly her throat and flashing a malevolent grin to the crowd before her, she began to speak in the most threatening tone she could possibly muster!
"Greetings, foolish mortals of Starter Town!" she declared, pausing for a moment as she contemplated what a ridiculous name 'Starter Town' was. Seriously? Well, she'd rename it something fitting and evil when she... totally conquered it because that was exactly what she would do! "I am Amythest Malachite, MISTRESS OF THAT HEARTLESS MAGIC THE WORLD CALLS BLACK, WAHAHAHAHA~"
She paused to let the terror sink in for a moment, before closing her eyes softly and resuming her declaration of power and evil! "Now, I know you may all be terrified, and rightly so! But if you surrender to my dark might, you shall all be spared the greater part of the agonies I can inflict! Be forewarned, however, as any who resist me will suffer all the tortures of he-... E-eh...?"
Amythest trailed off as she opened her eyes and realized that, as opposed to cowering in fear, the populace of the town was proceeding along as if she wasn't there. Faltering, she hopped off of her position near the center of the boulevard and waved her fee hand in the air. "H-hey, black witch and all? Mistress of Evil? U-um... I'm right here you know!"
No-one was scared at all, what the hell?!</s> |
<|description|>Hiraga
Age: Ancient - The First One
Appearance:
Hiraga is a shapeshifter, however her representing form is that of a blue tiger.
SOURCE
Nature: God
Personality:
The guardian goddess is connected to Ceyr, it's state directly affecting her mood. In general, she is nonconflicting and among the Gods can be considered neither good nor evil. She has no mercy however, and her judgement is always an eye for an eye. Should a mortal decide to stripmine a mountain range and fall large forests to build machines of war, they will find their shipyards claimed for the seas by a tsunami and their factories swallowed by fissures caused by an earthquake. As such, she is the element of chaos in any god's plans.
Skills and Abilities:
Hiraga is the Nature's guardian: If everything is well in Ceyr, her own powers are weakening, to the point of falling into slumber in what could be called a 'golden age'. However if the Land suffers, the goddess' wrath will rain upon those responsible in force unmatched. If the world would be nearing it's end, she gains the power to to bring judgement day, purge the original world of all life and cause the souls to move either to Aett or Hades. Nobody dares to think what would happen to Ceyr if she was slain, and no one is certain she can be.
To her followers, she offers the gift of reincarnation, having the power to anchor their soul in the world in a new body. Those who choose to remain are brought back as Dryads, Treants and similar creatures that aid her watch the land. While she is not omniscient, she has the ability to glimpse the life of any given soul to pass judgement on it.
As a spirit, Hiraga can appear in any form. Aside from her representative tiger, she has been seen posing as creatures of myths, from fairies to dragons.
Backstory:
The first of the Ancient spirits, Hiraga looked upon the planet and her heart was filled with joy at the sight of the beautiful creation. She declared to forever guard it from destruction and her power was made one with the World.
When her younger siblings started to war over the world, she struck against any and all who desecrated its beauty. As her anger grown, she struck the world itself and torn the continents apart, hoping the sea separating the warring factions would end the Nature's torment, and for some time it worked. However the annoying mortals built ships and created traversing magics, making her effort a mere delay and inconvenience.
As she tried to repair the damage the war was doing, she, unknown to her, contributed the most to the final cataclysm. As their creator died and two new planes appeared in existence while great damage was brought to Ceyr, so died a part of the Guardian.
With the demise of their creator, Hiraga's powers also decreased. Now unable to affect the world at large, she instead brought to light the druids, who aid the world in small doses, but in large number.
Ancients
When not actively interfering with the World, hiraga occasionally seeks out the company of some of her brothers and sisters. She is only openly hostile to those who would instruct their followers to do something that would hurt Nature.
Danives: She rather enjoys having her mind challenged by his riddles and approves of his lack of demands of the mortals, horrible people as they are. However, due to the assassins hardly ever taking more than one life at a time, she doesn't consider Danives' followers a real danger to Nature and leaves them be.
Perpetiel: As he chooses to observe rather than interfere with the world, she doesn't take much notice of him.
Agimar: As a god, Hiraga doesn't interfere with the matters of Hades, but she sees that Agimar uses his power to create and destroy more or less equally, and thus doesn't have too bad of an opinion of him.
Voana: As one to promote the lust for war in the hearts of mortals, Hiraga dislikes Voana immensely. the guardian only doesn't take action against the warrior goddess directly because she doesn't actively tell the mortals to make war.
Sohena: As the other sister chose Hades for her home, Hiraga doesn't pay her much attention as long as she keeps premonitions of her own actions to herself and doesn't hinder the guardian's actions.
Yakushi: One of her oldest sisters, Yakushi is one of the few whose opinion matters to Hiraga and can change her mind. She sees Yakushi as a sort of opposite to herself - where Hiraga is not concerned with the mortals, they matter to Yakushi.
Myra and Vyra: Hiraga treats the sisters equally, and that is as sources of problems for her. With their meddling and putting certain Mortals to power, they are likely to create more work for her. Curiously she is more forgiving of the demon, as her following and thus potential threat is far lower than that of her sister.
Neveras: As much as she hates to admit it, Hiraga considers Neveras her greatest weapon. Whenever one faction would be at the verge of overpowering another, all she has to do is let her brother loose. As she feels a bit guilty about this,s he takes care to be nice to him when he is out of his seal.
Shoshar: A powerful ally, the water dragon is another of those whose advice the guardian goddess will listen to. Irreplaceable to aiding her ward the seas, Hiraga does not interfere with the workings of his usually calm followers. She often seeks his aid when the mortals of coastal cities need a lecture.
Upstarts
The younger spirits are as unnoticeable to her as the mortals until they harm the world. She is familiar with them, but unlike her ancient siblings, Hiraga doesn't actively seek their company, although she will not shy from them if they seek her.
Gaon Latze: Who?
Itone Isolfrodottir: hiraga knows of her, but she is a matchstick to her wife's star as far as being a problem for Hiraga is concerned.
Dust: As this one was born of and lives in the areas of the world that she failed to protect, Hiraga feels slightly sorry for the spirit, and yet grateful for warding the areas others gave up on.
Varavana: One of the few upstarts she knows by name, Hiraga oftentimes mused whether she should seek the employ of this young one. So far though she has kept her distance, but keeps an eye on the upstart to see whether he would be worthy of more interest.
Religion:
Druidism: A mix of religion and magic school, druids - people using the nature commanding magic - are the recipients of her power. As such, she has some followers in the faction of every other God, being her eyes and ears.
Nation:
No nation is explicitly devoted to Hiraga, however she commands the creatures that bear the souls of reincarnated druids. While scattered all over the world and few in numbers, they are more powerful than the average mortal. The greatest number of druids comes from the ranks of Night Elves, and she has some followers among the orkishs shamans.
Other:
Hiraga's symbol is the last letter of any alphabet, a silent reminder that noone should upset her, or the world will be in peril.</s>
<|message|>Neveras (The Angelic Demon, --The Arch Angel, Warrior of Man)
Tower of Broken Dreams, Ceyr
Neveras scoffed, "Excuse me? I prepare myself to be defended, and here I am being ordered?" He relaxed his arms, putting them to his sides and looked directly at Vaul. "I came here out of respect. Even though surely it is a death sentence for me as many in here know how I am killed and know how to banish me. If this was a day in the War of Heaven I would threaten you to respect me for I had done nothing but good. But now, I truly could not care, but I will not take orders from someone who does not deserve it."
Neveras fixed his footing to a more calm and casual stance, but he still had a determined behavior. "However, disrespect to your own family is wrong. Many of us that stand here today are just as old as you, and potentially more powerful. This does not mean we are better, but it does mean we are not lesser. I will not stand for an insult. Apologize for demeaning accusation of the others, or we shall become enemies." Even though he spoke the truth, he was actually standing up for someone that Vaul singled out.
Neveras, however, did dissipate his sword, and stood strong, straightening up. "I don't think it matters if any of us came in belief the Creator is returning. Those of us who did attend are not childish and have open ears. Not only that, but we are respectful." Neveras looked down as he thought for a quick moment. "I failed to realize Voana had respect, and I prepared to draw my blade against her once again." He looked up, and faced Voana. "I will forgive you, if you forgive me for raising my sword to you in such a holy place. I do not wish you harm, I never did. Especially now, since you have someone to share your existence with."
Neveras' strong output was ceased, and he could breathe clearly. His fake appearance fell and he no longer put up a guard of any kind. Neveras' sorrowful emotions began to show. He didn't do it to pull a guilt trip, but it was a show of his pain... of the distrust he was given, the betrayal of his family. Neveras was now on the edge of falling to one side or the other and his mind didn't know how to react. Being one with Mortals was overwhelming, as while he had his own personality and being, he had two conflicting beings that were just as powerful, but from the Mortals emotions.
He wanted love, but he also wanted revenge.</s>
<|message|>Varavana, the Creature of Peace
Thirianna's maternal attentions were not rejected, but nor were they welcome. The smile faded some more still, Varavana's eyes coming to squint at Thirianna as she ruffled his neat, black hair. Out of respect for both her and the context of the meeting, he said nothing, letting the perceived slight go over like it was nothing. Vaul, on the other hand... Varavana stared up at the armoured elf god, letting out an exasperated sigh and shaking his head. The following arrivals of Nerevas and Kyras only continued to fuel the chimera's alienation and disappointment. His worst fears were being confirmed and then some.
'The fate of the worlds is in the hands of these imperious, callous and confrontational beings. It always has been, and this is where it has gotten us.'
Varavana's thoughts bordered on the downright blasphemous. He halted that train of thought before he entered regrettable territory, focusing instead on how to better communicate with the proud beings who were supposedly his 'family' - he had not been taught to hate or reject others, be they mortal, young gods or Ancients.
"I cannot tire in matters such as these, Ancient sibling" He emphasised the last bit in indignation, "I dare say, Most-Elder-Sibling, it is not I who has grown tired. It is not I who has been afflicted with lethargy, apathy, inaction and complacency. I travelled here for a few reasons, and thus far this meeting has proved..." His eyes looked between the more on-edge Ancients, Vaul and Navaras, and then back to Kyras "Productive, on those fronts. It will undoubtedly continue to be so, even with the absence of the rest of our kin. It is their loss, not ours."
Fire.
That was the best way to describe it. His words were spoken with fire, unmistakable warmth but burning with passion, illuminating the figure of Varavana and making his stances more known. To the gathered Ancients, there was something hauntingly familiar about it - brief recollection of a long lost sibling, bright as the stars and blazing through the sky. What was their name again? It faded as quickly as it came - these words were still spoken from the mouth of a child, after all.
Varavana closed his eyes for a moment, letting out another sigh. "We had best discuss the matter which Respected Thirianna has called us here in concern of." The fire faded, the chimera returning to his usual peaceful self.</s>
<|message|>Dust, Minor God of the Desolace
Dust stepped unhurriedly through the archway and into the light of Aun, his drake-like feet barely making a sound on the warm stone floor. He offered a cursory glance around the room. Aett, Ceyr, Hades, representatives of all, preening and dancing around one another with their powerful words and furtive gazes. Dust recognized Danives, who sometimes accompanied him on his endless path; and another, Hiraga, one of the oldest gods whose pitying eyes he felt on him in centuries past.
He turned away and took a seat, his short stature making his legs hang some ways from the floor. Dust drew his ashen sword from the loop in his belt. He turned it in the light of the sun, the cracks weaving an intricate pattern in the burnt wood, glowing as the cooled embers within reflected the light without. He thought of the time, ages ago, when he found it in the ruins of a castle from a civilization long-dead. It was a curious thing, short enough for him to wield and in one piece, burnt to ash as it was. He knew its history of course, as he knew all blasted vistas and desolate ruins of his wastelands, but much of it was for him alone, as a keeper of the dead places of his world.
He placed it sideways on the table before him as a silent display of disarmament. They were there to discuss the fate of the worlds, hopefully without weapons in hand.</s>
| <|message|>Hiraga
Hiraga waited for the current verbal combat to be over to take her time to greet the new arrivals, although she couldn't say she was happy to see them anymore. It looked like children bickering. Were they really that much younger? Kyras seemed to crown it by breaking what good spirits remained. "So could she say about your projects being a pathetic attempt to emulate our creator. And obviously since you are here, you think the idea has some merit. So silence yourself and let the angel speak. In the worst case scenario she is wrong and we get to laugh at her later. Until then..." she berated her eldest brother.
She looked at Varavana with a hint of hurt in her expression. She realized the young one did not understand her connection with the world and that her weakening power was a good sign, but she could explain later or not at all. Right now it seemed like another situation craved her attention a bit more. She felt the need to defuse the prelude of war that was happening a few paces away. Getting up from her seat, she walked over to Nevaras. "Greetings, brother. It is wonderful to see you again. I trust you slept well?" she said, Standing herself in between the Smith god and the sword bearer. If they intended to fight, they were free to take it elsewhere, but she would not have Ceyr be the site of their struggles again.</s> |
<|description|>Neveras (The Angelic Demon, --The Arch Angel, Warrior of Man)
Age: Ancient
Appearance:
(His angelic form. He has a Demon form and a True form, the only differences are that he has evil-ish looking wings, angelic wings, or one of each)
Nature: Independant
Personality: Neveras is a quirky kind of Angel, or Demon. Yes, he believes he is both, but he calls himself Neveras the Angelic Demon. He can be a smartass, a jokester, he is very unpredictable... and even when faced with the impossible, he still thinks he can do the impossible. He can be silly, perverted, macho, and even greedy, but Neveras is only expressing the many traits of the Mortals. For he was created in their realm, on Ceyr, and believes that he is the one to take the Mortals side in discussions, out casting the Creator, even though the Creator created him. Neveras seeks to save the Mortals and bring them back to a flourishing time. However, with the obtaining of all the Mortals feelings, emotions, and personalities, it may have become a backfire, as when he escaped the forbidden sanctuary (Which he calls the Pit), he may have either came out enraged... or uncaring. He may have became greedy with the want for power, or came out just to be out, and no longer cares for his purpose.
Skills and Abilities: Neveras can not be killed by any Upstart, and can only be killed by Mortals. By Ancients (Who remember the cursed seal enchantment), he can only be sealed back inside of his banished realm, which is just a spiritual sanctuary where he is bound eternally until released.
-Neveras has an ancient weapon, which is only a spiritual weapon that he can form into any style he wishes (May it be a sword, a knife, a spear, etc) which he chooses to be a sword. This sword can kill any Angel or Demon, but not those of pure heart. It is also the weapon that Mortals can wield and kill Neveras with it, but in a Mortals hands it can do nothing else. If Neveras dies, the sword dissipates.
-Without Neveras' sacred weapon, he can create a spiritual weapon that has only the power to resist an Angel or Demons attacks, but the spiritual weapon does not give him strength or invincibility or anything, as it only acts as a shield or another sword to clash with another sword. With both weapons, Neveras can take on multiple opponents. However, he is still not all powerful, both weapons only give him the ability to fight multiple Spirits, as with just one or the other weapon, Neveras is weak against multiple opponents.
-Neveras has the ability to heal Mortals from grievous or light wounds, but can not bring them back from the dead.
-Neveras has a created inability, where if he escapes from his Forbidden Sanctuary, without being released, he is still bound in his chains. From this, he is slower, weaker, and does not have his outward abilities such as he is able to pull his Sacred Sword to his hand, locate his sword wherever it may be, and heal Mortals. When he is still bound in spiritual chains, an Upstart can banish him back to his Forbidden Sanctuary, if they know the enchantment.
-His ability to kill other Spirits is defined by how much power he has, which is from how many followers he has. With little to no followers, he can strike any Upstart as long as he has his weapon. The more power he gains, the more likely he can take on even the most powerful Ancients/Gods.
Backstory: The reason for his creation was because Neveras was supposed to create balance between the other Spirits, making sure neither became more powerful than another. Neveras was supposed to be powerful enough to take out those who seek to be One God, or be the complete powerful rulers on Ceyr, this made sure any Mortal and any Spirit may choose the way the life they wish without forcing all Mortals or Spirits to live One Life. If Neveras ever turned towards his darker side, becoming too greedy and wanting to be the very thing he was created to take down, then it was for the Mortals, the Mediums to be granted the ability to outright strike Neveras, for he has no power against them. However, during the battle of Heaven, it was made as the decision to banish Neveras for all eternity. Long before the decision was made, there was always an argument over Neveras' true purpose, for he was unlike the others. Many thought of him as a bad batch, maybe a Spirit who would find a way to kill them all, gain more power. Maybe it was their greed, or their fright, but along with the creation of Neveras... all of the Ancient Spirits were given the knowledge of the seal enchantment, and the enchantment to release him... which Mortals can use, but that meant Neveras also had that knowledge. Unfortunately, any Mortal he gave that knowledge to is surely gone due to the events that occurred while he was sealed away, which is why he never escaped, until now.
The only reason, in fact, that Neveras escaped his eternal containment was because an Ancient (Ancient Angels Neveras sees as ArchAngels) Spirit must be made to stand guard over the spiritual realm of his banishment, giving it power to hold him and keep him weak. But who ever was made to keep the seal strong, was lost, went away, or died. Neveras never got the name of his guard, but over the time he gained more power, and the seal became weaker. Until he escaped, but because of his escape, the seal had burst, which alerted all the Spirits. Telling them Neveras has escaped, and he could gain the power to kill them. Especially in a time like this, where the Spirits are divided, Neveras sees he has been gone for far too long, and everything is unbalanced by a severe degree. However, even aside from the chains, Neveras has not regained his full power. And he won't. Because Neveras was made for the Mortals, he must have followers to regain his true power. He must have many Mortals to use the enchantment to break his chains, and only then, can he find his sacred sword. The sacred spiritual weapon that was also locked away, like him, but no Ancient is left that even knows where it is.
Connections: Hiraga - They have somewhat similar beliefs, where as even if related... if other spirits desecrate something they call sacred, they will fight back. But, not exactly. Neveras still had the views that Mortals can do as they wish as long as they don't hurt each other. While not an enemy, he still acts friendly. (Knows the Seal)
Danives - Neveras and Danives seemed never really seemed to be at each others throats. Even though Neveras fought in the war and Danives tried avoiding it, they never seemed to cross each others paths as enemies in any way shape or form. They considered each other Friends in the past. (Knows the Seal)
Voana - Sees her as a rival and fears there will always be a battle when their eyes meet. Always thought that Voana thought like the others that banished him, one that will become greedy and try to kill all the others. (Does not know Seal)
Sohena - Neveras always had a bit of a crush on her. Before the banishment and War of Heaven, he'd often visit her and bug her; not in a heartless way. She, out of everyone else, knew Neveras wasn't evil or able to become greedy. He was just a smart dumbass looking for fun. ...While he had a crush, she knew, but he never pushed too far. Neveras still has a gentlemanly side to him. (Knows the Seal)
Agimar - Neveras doesn't like him. He doesn't hate him, and he's not first on the list to die, per se... but Neveras just saw him as the asshole that thought with "It's just business." (Knows the Seal)
Yakushi - One of the girls Neveras liked to poke and prod, and by poke and prod, he would always pop in to be silly and make games out of who knows more. Neveras doesn't see her as an enemy, and hopes that they can become friends in this new time. (Does not know Seal)
(Upstarts not listed due to not knowing of each others existences, but Upstarts still get an overwhelming feeling of Neveras escaping his Pit, and are given the knowledge of him and what he can do)
Religion: Neveras once had a scripture on his religion, but if it still exists... it would be a miracle through all of the death and chaos. It told the Mortals of Neveras, that he was a great Warrior who fought for the sanctity and life of all mortal men, who would not allow Fate to determine their lives, but that they would live the way they wished, but they could not harm one another or create any force against another. The scripture still remains, and few Mortals know of it, but they don't know what they should believe.</s>
<|message|>Varavana, the Creature of Peace
Being not much older than forty years of age, Varavana had never experienced Aett or its hellish counterpart. The sudden rush of unique sensation came as a surprise to him, feeling as if his body was beginning to rip its self apart at the metaphorical seams. In almost the same moment he came out from the other side of the ripple, his body morphed and compacted into the much smaller form of a green-feathered owl. Only after the rather sudden transformation did the pain subside. Flight came naturally to Varavana, taking briefly to the air to find an appropriate spot to land.
'What on Ceyr was that...?' The Upstart thought to himself, finding even his vocal capacities reduced, 'It felt like -' he paused in his thought, thinking of a way to describe the ungodly pain to even himself, 'I was being picked apart.' He finished, large yellow eyes squinting in the air. He descended, landing upon the shoulder of Hiraga softly. Of all those present, she was the least likely to swat him after all.
The reflective feathers glinted as Varavana turned his head at an almost 180 degree angle to stares back at where they had come from, large eyes blinking.
'...This is a different world. I cannot connect with the creatures here.' He concluded upon looking around at the vast forest surrounding them and the creatures just out sight. 'It is a wonder I did not revert into whatever state I was in upon my creation.' An idea that was not completely unappealing to the Upstart, but not something he wanted to discover when surrounded by the others.
Varavana looked at the eyes of Hiraga's humanoid form, giving an apologetic tilt of the head. For one such as herself, the simple message of 'sorry' would be easily carried through such a gesture.</s>
<|message|>Shoshar, the Water Dragon
After Gaon Latze's answer, Shoshar looked forward and meandered ahead of him, inhaling the golden air of Aett to taste the abundance of power. He had intended to ignore the upstarts from then on, but his breath caught in his throat upon hearing that Gaon Latze didn't even know his name. He halted in place and slowly turned around to leer at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. Whether it was the look he was given or the realisation of Shoshar's advice, he seemed to partially back off, but Shoshar was not letting him get away with it.
"My...name?" Shoshar started in a low rumble. Shoshar's head emerged from the front of his water bubble. For effect, he spread a layer of sparkling frost over his face in a regal pattern. "Have the mortals in your home lost their respect enough to forget my name!?" Shoshar coiled upwards in front of Gaon to look as big and imposing as possible and fashioned a pair of wings wrought from ice either side of the middle of his body. Looking down at Gaon, he bellowed such that his voice echoed. "I am Shoshar! The Water Dragon! Liege of Storms and Sire of the Seas!" Shoshar showed his teeth and lowered his voice, the impact made clear, "I hold many secrets, but my name is not one. Mortals who dishonour me by forgetting it hold no welcome on the water. See that you do not forget, little fisherboy." Shoshar slithered downwards until he was at eye level with Gaon, melting his crystalline wings back into his water bubble. In this position Shoshar's head was over half Gaon's entire size. Shoshar's breath was much colder on the fisherman's front than the odd climate of Aett. "I made you what you are. I can just as easily revert you to a drowning whelp."
Shoshar tossed his head to one side with a "hmph!" and swam away side to side. Though he hardly perceived it, Shoshar found that he had to put forth more effort than usual to stay angry with Gaon Latze. He had some atmosphere about him that seemed to affect Shoshar's temper.
Up ahead was a sight that even brought Shoshar to quieten. Never had there been such a magnificent and at the same time haunting sarcophagus as the the Fortress of Redemption. Paying respect didn't seem appropriate. This structure demanded respect by its nature. Shoshar didn't know whether he wanted to go further to see the Golden One's corpse. Even if the creator was dead, the aura was uneasy.</s>
| <|message|>Neveras (The Angelic Demon, --The Arch Angel, Warrior of Man)
Neveras slowly sifted through the portal, still in his cold demeanor as he over heard the yelling from the beast near him. "You are in the presence of the very thing that created you, and you dare bring hostility before him? You would be wise to keep your tongue, lizard." He spoke at Shoshar, "Lest I, myself, remove it." Neveras already planned for Vaul to be one of the very first, so he didn't care how he felt about himself. But if Shoshar wants to be disrespectful to family then he can be on the list as well.
As Neveras was in his thoughts, he continued on the path presented to him from the portal. "I don't have all day, I have things to do, so let's hurry this up, Great Angel Thirianna" He spoke out loud, as if a prayer, knowing she would hear him. The portal nor the body of the creator affected him as much as it did the others. The portal was a theatric, just a simple door, that any angel could make... if they had the power. The body... he felt its' presence before the great war, so in its' death, it was still as overwhelming as ever.
But none of this mattered to him. He was giving his last respects to everyone until he decided to give everyone one chance, and leave. Neveras was done with the squabbling, disrespect, and forced way of life the spirits had created. He was going to change it.</s> |
<|description|>Voana, God of Battle
Age: Ancient
Appearance: A woman of immense height, broad in stature and gilded with muscles firm with strength, Voana possess' the pure stance of a warrior, and moves with a sure and solid confidence. Pale in pallor, her eyes stand a stark contrast as a piercing cobalt blue and easily convey the intensity of her emotions, complementing the slackness and ease of her face in expressing her reactions and feelings. Her hair is a thick, inky black, curled and prone to being clotted with blood, it usually falls in a tail to the mid of her back, when clean and loose however it is noted by many as a beautiful mane. Asides from her eyes and hair Voana is not a great beauty, the most renowned beauty from her appearance being the fine and aged armour that is rarely missing from her body, and her long sword Iron-Spine.
Nature: God
Personality: Quick to temper and more often than not stiff with the bristles of austerity rather than the shivers of joy, Voana encompasses the attributes most suited to a warrior primed for battle, being serious and unmoving in most matters but passionate and devoted for that which matters to her most. On principle, Voana is largely mistrustful with those she is a stranger to and rarely makes any attempt to be friendly, outside of her immediate kin her disposition isn't any better and she has few allies amongst her fellow Spirits. With those who have won her respect or love however, she is much softer, and more willing to cooperate or even yield, and will pledge her loyalty and skill to those who have won her devotion.
Skills and Abilities: As the God of Battle, Voana is the epitome of the perfect warrior, strong agile and possessing a great thirst for victory and the submission of her enemies. She is renowned for her swordplay, endurance and keen concentration during a fight, unmatched by many.
Backstory: An Ancient God, Voana is said to have been born when the sharp spears of light from the Golden Orb cut a great Northern rock in half, from the rubble of the left half, Voana emerged, sturdy and solid as the rock she was born from. Born with her Sister, Sohena who emerged from the right half of the rock, Voana grew to have a fierce skill and empathy for battle and, emboldened by the benevolent rays of the Golden Orb, became a great warrior unmatched by any mortal. When the wars began, Voana stood for the Northern territories and relished in the chance to prove her prowess in battle.
When the mortal races appeared on Ceyr, Voana was distrustful of near all Elves and Orcs, but found some kindred spirits within the Humans, as they lacked the detachment in battle of the Elves and the mindlessness of the Orcs. One human in particular, the Shield-Maiden Itone, caught Voanas interest and heart, and when the mortal fell in the battles on Ceyr during the War in Heaven, Voanas fury tore apart the flesh and bone of hundreds of mortals. In her grief and desperation Voana lay the body of Itone in the geyser of a golden mist, predetermined by her Sister to provide birth to a new form of spirit. The mists housed in the vessel of Itone successfully, creating her into an Upstart, a lesser spirit but a spirit with a long life nonetheless. Rejoicing at the return of her beloved, Voana took Itone for her Wife, and when Itone refused to leave Ceyr in the aftermath of the death of the Golden Orb, Voana turned away from Aett and refused to join her Sister in Hades, choosing to remain on Ceyr with her Wife.
Allowing herself to be revered as a 'God', Voanas feats in battle became legendary amongst mortals and she was officially created as the God of Battle. Currently she resides in the old Northern territories on Ceyr, rarely visiting Aett or Hades, and preferring to spend her time with Itone and the Humans, finding conflict with the other Gods who chose to reside on Ceyr, due to their dislike of her Upstart Wife.
Connections:
* Wife: Itone Isolfrodotti- Voana regards her Wife with an immeasurable amount of respect and care, having won Itones friendship and admiration in turn before she won her heart. Due to Itones Upstart structure being the sole reason for her being able to live, Voana is little concerned with her Wife's origins. Nonetheless she recognises the stigma attached to being an Upstart, and guards her Wife with a merciless rage should any of her kin dare to intervene in their marriage.
ANCIENTS
* Sister: Sohena- As her Body-Sister, Voana regards Sohena with significantly more affection and patience than she would with any other of their kin, as well as a quiet and practical respect for Sohenas abilities. When they were younger and Sohenas Foresight blossomed, Voana would never hesitate in coming to her Sisters defence in the face of naysayers or those who wished to greedily leech off her gift. When the Golden Orb perished and their kin turned to paint Sohena a villain, Voana again defended her Sister without hesitation, and was offended when Sohena rewarded her efforts by swearing neutrality in the War in Heaven and refusing to fight by Voanas side. Nonetheless when Sohena emerged to guide Voana and the fallen Itone to the golden mists Voana followed her orders without question, and the bond between the Sisters repaired upon Itones resurrection. Since Sohenas flight to Hades the two Sisters have not met nor spoke since, however Voana would still never hesitate in expressing open affection for the one she shared her birth with.
* Danives- Voana, as God of Battle, has little patience for the art of illusions and the tactics of a quiet kill, having in the past even named them as 'cowards methods', believing that true honour can be derived only from open combat. As such, she regards Danives, perhaps the master of such tricks, with some level of dislike, not really contempt but certainly not companionship. For the most part, she tolerates him, as there is little need for his followers in the Northern territories, so long as he doesn't approach her or her Wife, Voana sees no need to engage him.
* Hiraga- Having never felt as in-tune with nature as others of her kin, Voana has little respect for the beauties of nature nor does she actively preserve it beyond what suits her own needs. Having never met the Guardian herself, but having heard rumours of the Guardians own ire against her for her patronage of war and battle, Voana is cautious enough to keep her distance from the small commune of Druids that reside deep in the Free Forests bordering her home.
* Agimar- Having fought on the side of the Golden Orb during the War in Heaven, Voana sought to know of as many of the enemy as was able, when information was fetched for the Ancient Agimar, her soldiers and the Spymasters were able to provide little beyond his grotesque and beastly appearance on the battlefield. Following the war, having surmised that his powers lay in trickery and shady tactics, Voana regards Agimar with the same distrust she does Danives, having a keen dislike for 'cowards methods' in combat.
* Yakushi- Not possessing the clear and patient mind of her Sister, Voana doesn't really understand or respect the arts of finer knowledge, and can easily become frustrated with those who might flaunt their knowledge over her. Following the War in Heaven, Voana has heard of Yakushi's presence on Ceyr, but chooses not to dwell over it.
* Neveras- Having at first merely thought of him as a pest during their young days when he trailed after her Sister, Voana grew to regard Neveras as more of a threat, not trusting those who could limit her strength and though she never participated in securing Neveras' banishment, neither did Voana dispute it. Following the War in Heaven and Neveras' return, the meetings between the two Ancients have been far and few between, Neveras seemingly placated by seeing how much Voana has 'settled down' with her Wife.
UPSTARTS
* Varavana- Being the patron of battle itself, Voana easily finds conflict with the idea of a tiny being putting a stop to what, in her younger and wilder days, she referred to as 'the most fun you could have outside of sipping from a tankard or a fair maiden'. Despite this seeming dislike, the two have never met and the only knowledge Voana has on the being is tripe she largely puts down to rumours.
* Dust- As Voana resides in the Northern territories, a land that is strong and largely self-sufficient, she has never met the God of the Desolace nor has she ever heard his stirrings on the wind.
* Gaon Latze- Voana regards most Upstarts aside from her Wife with a large air of disinterest,as singularly focused she is on the rule that, so long as it doesn't intrude on her home she doesn't think much of it. Now and then when she visits various markets she hears the Fisher-wives gossip of tales of a 'small fisherman who catches all sorts' but again, it's not really enough to hold her interest for too long.</s>
<|message|>Dust, Minor God of the Desolace
Dust stepped unhurriedly through the archway and into the light of Aun, his drake-like feet barely making a sound on the warm stone floor. He offered a cursory glance around the room. Aett, Ceyr, Hades, representatives of all, preening and dancing around one another with their powerful words and furtive gazes. Dust recognized Danives, who sometimes accompanied him on his endless path; and another, Hiraga, one of the oldest gods whose pitying eyes he felt on him in centuries past.
He turned away and took a seat, his short stature making his legs hang some ways from the floor. Dust drew his ashen sword from the loop in his belt. He turned it in the light of the sun, the cracks weaving an intricate pattern in the burnt wood, glowing as the cooled embers within reflected the light without. He thought of the time, ages ago, when he found it in the ruins of a castle from a civilization long-dead. It was a curious thing, short enough for him to wield and in one piece, burnt to ash as it was. He knew its history of course, as he knew all blasted vistas and desolate ruins of his wastelands, but much of it was for him alone, as a keeper of the dead places of his world.
He placed it sideways on the table before him as a silent display of disarmament. They were there to discuss the fate of the worlds, hopefully without weapons in hand.</s>
<|message|>Hiraga
Hiraga waited for the current verbal combat to be over to take her time to greet the new arrivals, although she couldn't say she was happy to see them anymore. It looked like children bickering. Were they really that much younger? Kyras seemed to crown it by breaking what good spirits remained. "So could she say about your projects being a pathetic attempt to emulate our creator. And obviously since you are here, you think the idea has some merit. So silence yourself and let the angel speak. In the worst case scenario she is wrong and we get to laugh at her later. Until then..." she berated her eldest brother.
She looked at Varavana with a hint of hurt in her expression. She realized the young one did not understand her connection with the world and that her weakening power was a good sign, but she could explain later or not at all. Right now it seemed like another situation craved her attention a bit more. She felt the need to defuse the prelude of war that was happening a few paces away. Getting up from her seat, she walked over to Nevaras. "Greetings, brother. It is wonderful to see you again. I trust you slept well?" she said, Standing herself in between the Smith god and the sword bearer. If they intended to fight, they were free to take it elsewhere, but she would not have Ceyr be the site of their struggles again.</s>
| <|message|>Voana, God of Battle
When the Smith Gods eyes cast an unsavoury gaze at Itone, Voana felt her Wife stiffen at her side and delivered a livid glare at the Ancient, stepping part-way to the side and pointedly covering most of Itone from his view. At Vauls pointed rebuttal and dismissal, Voana felt her body stiffen and bristle, her pride quickly convincing her resolve as her hand resting on Iron-Spines hilt tightened. Taking a step forward, a snarl on her lips, Voana suddenly heard the cool voice of her Sister mutter at her shoulder, "Not now Sister..." before Sohena slunk out from behind Voanas broad form, gliding forward and recognising Vauls greeting with a slight tilt of her head towards him.
Voana watched Sohena offer her silent greetings to the Smith God and tensed further, her snarl melting into a frown and her brow still deeply burrowed. At her side Itone suddenly grabbed Voanas arm halting Voanas movements as the warrior strove to step forward once again, seemingly following Sohenas steed and attempting to placate her Wife to prevent conflict at this early stage, Itone gave a small and insistent tug, pulling Voana further back into her. Turning to face her Wife and argue her restraints, Voana instead found that Itones attentions were not focused on her but rather across the room, her eyes narrowing and glinting with calculation. A questioning arch appeared on her brow as Voana followed her Wifes gaze to just behind where the Angel Thirianna stood, her own eyes narrowing as she saw the red tear open and the beastly Guardian of Hades pull himself from it, hauling its large inhuman body into the room. Voana had met Kyras only once before, and his monstrous form was still as remarkable, grotesque and worthy of fear as she remembered.
When Kyras called for Sohenas affirmation, Voana watched her Sisters slim shoulders stiffen a slight whilst her face, from what Voana could see of it, remained placid, though Voana could swear that Sohenas features took on a considering, almost hesitant look. Following the Guardians rejection of Thiriannas claims, Sohenas form relaxed once more, and she dismissed herself from Voana and Itone wordlessly, her hands clasping in-front of her as she made to pace around the outside of the room, head bowed as if she intended to space herself from the others in deep thought. Her head lifted only once to regard Neveras as the dilapidated Ancient addressed the gathered once more, before she bowed it once more, silent and gliding in her rounds.
Voana shared in her Sisters silence, the warrior had taken to casting her gaze around the room properly, registering who had attended, keen and accusatory eyes had been flitting from Kyras, to Thirianna, to the animorphic form of Hiraga, who she noticed had pointedly taken a blockading stance between the warrior and Vaul. When Neveras explicitly addressed Voana, she fixed him with a cautionary glare before recognising the contrite nature of his words.
"Especially now, since you have someone to share your existence with."
As the Guardian spoke, Voana considered his words, her Wife still a solid, familiar weight behind her. Neveras' words seemed to have pleased Itone, as Voana felt her Wifes clutch on her arm relax, giving Voanas bicep a squeeze before softening entirely, stroking her thumb comfortably on Voanas skin. Voana lessened her grip on the hilt of Iron-Spine and turned her eyes away from Neveras, taking her arm away from Itone and instead using it to bring her Wife forward, again having her stood next to her, and bringing her hand to rest in the small of Itones back.
Itone leaned into Voana, tilting her chin up, Voana leaned down to compensate for their difference in height and listened as her Wife whispered, "You grew up with this lot, no wonder you've got a stick up your ass half the time..." giving a small grin up at Voana as the warrior chuckled shortly in reply, her limbs relaxing.</s> |
<|description|>Dust, Minor God of the Desolace
Age:
Upstart
Appearance:
He takes the form of a goblin. He is thin to the point of malnourishment, tiny by human standards, with unkempt black hair and a large nose and slightly perky pointed ears. He has large, watery, dark brown eyes. He's probably green-skinned beneath the dust and grime. He wears a very worn, dull brown hooded robe that is several sizes too large and held by a simple hemp cord at the waist. He would be easily mistaken for a mound of rags if it weren't for the small wooden sword at his hip. The sword itself is simple, a training device or possibly a child's toy, but burned to the point of charcoal, with cracks along its surface that glow amber when he summons his power.
Nature:
Independent
Personality:
He has spent countless ages alone and normally does not seek out humanity. When he speaks, it's with a small, raspy, nasally voice that seems to apologize for intruding upon the world. He has knowledge of life beyond the nothing of his land, and of the war that raged between the gods long ago, but no desire to become explicitly involved in either.
Skills and Abilities:
As a minor deity born of barren wastes and long-dead ancient ruins, he has some control over fire and ash. His wooden sword can spout light and flames at will, and he can summon (or even transform into) whirling clouds of ash and dust to shield himself and confound opponents. He can't be harmed by fire, whether natural or magical, and will simply burn to ash and reform himself.
Backstory:
Black winds howled and ashes roared throughout the desolate land. A war, or possibly a blistering drought, or maybe unfathomable and unholy magics, had torn all life from it countless ages ago. The intelligent races avoided it believing it cursed with the hungry souls of the dead, and all other life refused to enter its borders. In the very center of the wasteland, witnessed by no mortal or immortal spirit, a golden light flickered briefly through the ebon storm. The everlasting clouds parted, a single ray of sunlight breaking through for the first time in thousands of years. Dust breathed in, the cinders filling his lungs and opening his eyes. He looked up just as the light faded and the clouds churned across the sky once more. He looked before him, mountains barely visible at the limit of his vision. He walked.
Connections:
Danives - In Dust's wanderings, he is occasionally visited by the shadowed god of assassins. As they wander open wastes and lifeless ruins together, Dust never responds to the cackling stories of death and bloodshed, but he never pushes the god away either. He likely feels comfort in their similar abilities, and Danives would almost resemble a "friend," if Dust would ever consider anyone as such.
Hiraga - Though in many ways the opposite of Dust and his realm, he accepts Hiraga as a far more extraordinary and powerful guardian than him. Dust has felt her gaze on him as ages pass, and he respects her domains and never forces his lands into hers. Anything that becomes waste does so without his command.
Agimar - Dust knows of him, and of his lust for creating life, and senses a wrongness in the dark god's nature. Dust is one with the lifelessness of desolation and he believes the idea of forcing life into something unalive is objectionable.
Religion:
He was likely born from mortals' idle thoughts of a lonely god haunting the desolace, but has no followers of his own. He leaves the higher gods to their petty disputes and wanders the land alone.
Nation:
His land has been dead and its history lost for centuries, and has no name beyond "the desolace" or "the wastelands."</s>
<|message|>Neveras (The Angelic Demon, --The Arch Angel, Warrior of Man)
Neveras stood there, cold, as he became witness to a portal being opened to Ceyr. The spirits in the room had barely registered his personal presence. Neveras didn't want attention, nor did he want to feel important. But it was what they did not know, which scared even him. The Ancients believe they can just simply seal him away again if he stirs up any trouble. They must feel as if they are allowing him to be here. Neveras' conflicted mind was incomparable to what laid within him. He doubted even Sohena knew what he was capable of, but he knew that she knew.... what would become of him. Neveras' anger and love had mixed together in that pit of darkness, and it had created a need to do what needed to be done, whether it was right or not.
He stared at the portal as he sunk himself into deep thought, before coming to the conclusion; He was not blind. He was not weak. Right and Wrong is an illusion. He must do what is needed to make a better living. A slight pulse emitted from him that the others felt. For Sohena, it was affirmation of the future. For the others, it just meant he was getting stronger. Of course, he was gaining followers, but now he had accepted his ability to kill.
"Great Angel Thirianna." He stated out loud, as he gently and slowly pulled his arms into a crossing, his behavior and look changing to a cold stare, perhaps and possibly heartless for a moment. "I will respect your wishes, only once. I will listen. And that is all." With that, his arms relaxed and he stepped forward, toward the portal. As he continued towards the portal, he paused just before entering it. Turning his head, he gave Vaul a look. One that struck him in his core. Neveras made it strong, forcing it through Vaul's entire being... before continuing through the portal.
Neveras had marked Vaul.
To the others, they could tell Neveras was no longer uppity, snarky, or loud. He had become ....hollow. While none knew of his potential, it would be right to fear him. Not as an undefeat-able being, but it would become the same as fearing a boulder falling from the sky and striking a Mortal. He was destined with the power to kill Ancients, and he could only be killed by Mortals. He was a threat to everyone, and not one that could be brushed off.</s>
<|message|>Hiraga
*clap* Hiraga's head snapped in the direction of the sound. Her face twisted into an annoyed expression. Thirianna was pushing her luck with her behavior. "Does she really expect me to leave my realm unguarded?" she growled, suddenly very much understanding why Kyras was so angry. She waited as others left through the portal, adamant about being the last to leave. She would not leave any angel or demon in her realm while she was gone, friendly or estranged.
"Unguarded? You hold no trust in your fellow gods, nor your lieutenants in the treants and dryads?" Kyras quirked up a feathery brow, one head holding Hiraga's attention, the other watching the others step into the portal. He watched as Dorn, characteristically stoic, was second into it, following Yakushi, and the arch-demon was mildly annoyed at the minor tremors that accompanied the God of Man's footsteps.
Giving Kyras an amused glance, Hiraga elaborated: "My dryads are hardly enough to deter someone of your power. And trust? Your territorial war before the War in Heaven was ruining this beautiful world while all I could do was try and minimize the damage. I sworn to never let something like that happen again. And to be honest," she said, giving the portal a pointed gaze, "I thought about crossing this one with my own. It woud be a fitting trap for our dear sister. A few millenia spent in a cage like that of Neveras might teach her some manners." she shared the thought. "So please, go ahead."
Kyras, much as he would have loved arguing over the sins of the past, pulled one birdy head back a few inches at the gesture of encouragement. "Well, much as I would love to go first, dearest sister of mine, I am quite afraid age takes precedence over beauty." His voice practically dripped mischievousness. "Then there is the human cultural value of 'ladies first.' It wouldn't be appropriate if you went in second."
"Very well then, it would appear there is no other choice. Shall we, brother?" she said, extending an arm to indicate she wnated them to go at the same time. If nothing else, Hiraga thought, seeing the two other guardians acting familiar might annoy their angelic counterpart to no end. In her mind it was worth it if only for that, not that she had any particular distaste for the demon lord.
But though one part of Kyras mirrored Hiraga's thoughts and wanted to indulge them, he wasn't particularly keen on visiting Aett. Angels and Demons were, after all, vengeful opposites ever since the schismatic War in Heaven split the spirits into three distinct groups. Though both wanted to see the return of the past, one desired nothing of the Golden One in the future. The fact that most of what was solid of the Maker's cadaver rested on the snowy world (the rest were gassy clouds of essence floating in the void between the three worlds) represented effectively why the place was anathema to the Demons.
But under the circumstances, Kyras knew that he had to free himself of the guilt, hatred and fear he associated with the accursed planet. "Very well," he decided, with a reedy sigh. History was in the making. "Let's."
And he took one clawed step forward, expecting Hiraga to do the same.
Nodding in understanding, Hiraga stepped through along with her eldest brother. She knew better than to state out loud that he was afraid, and even better than to hint that his big sister would protect him in need. The demons were more notorious of their pride than any other of the factions. Still it didn't need to be said. She has always kept the balance, adn this would be no different.
Aett. Ceyr's guardian goddess had very little interest in the angels' plane. All it was to her was a reminder of her greatest failure. At times she thought Aett and Hades were parts of Ceyr forcefully split from it, and her healm was the husk that remained once it's light and shadows became separate. Hiraga has often wondered if she was right, and if that was so whether it was possible to reunite the three into one again.</s>
<|message|>Agimar
Agimar stared at the portal in a kind of stunned disbelief. The angels would let demons, upstarts, and gods alike into the sanctuary kept from them for so long? He shook his head. This had to be some elaborate trap.
However, much to Agimar's surprise, it seemed that the spirits had appeared beside Thirianna largely unharmed. If the portal was a trap waiting to be sprung, is seemed Agimar would be needed to spring it. He contemplated Aett for a moment, wondering whether it was truly a good idea to follow the others through its rippling surface.
"Well, better late than never."
He spoke, even if there was nobody else there to hear him. It was something he had picked up in Hades, largely because he tended to avoid the other demons. He really needed to break himself of that.
Agimar shook himself out of the brief reverie and walked into Aett.</s>
<|message|>Shoshar, the Water Dragon
Kyras and Hiraga's back and forth was making Shoshar believe that shoving the two headed bird forcibly into the portal was a viable possibility. It became a better idea in his mind the more he thought about it, but their words eventually brought them forward together anyway. He wouldn't be the one to test Kyras' mettle today.
Now, the chamber was looking far emptier than Shoshar had beheld upon entering. Either side of him were a short goblin creature and some other mortal looking upstart. There was no telling when they would hurry along. Nearby was one other, more recognisable visage. Vaul. He might have been in on the trap if it existed, but Shoshar was getting tired of this idleness. The last demon present, Agimar, was through in any case.
Shoshar gave a low growl. "I will not be the cowardly tail end of this procession," he proclaimed, springing forward and slithering through the air in his unnaturally moving water. His form slid into the portal until it swallowed the dragon whole. The speed at which he swam forth left a wake in the portal that made the image it projected shimmer and ripple beyond recognition for a short while.
Instantly, relief came over Shoshar as he entered the climate of Aett. Before doing anything, he took up some of the surrounding snow and swirled it about his personal water to cool himself. It was only Shoshar's right as a guest, especially after Thirianna insisted on meeting in a location on Ceyr that was anathema to him. The cool made him audibly sigh, before he opened his eyes and better inspected the surrounding realm.
There was a time where the Golden One's loss drove Shoshar's grief to madness, but it had been a long time since then. He knew the angels to hold their own kind of madness for believing that they can rebuild or reincarnate the Golden One, but it was worth indulging their obsession to check that what they said was not true. Shoshar expected today to be no different.
Ahead, Shoshar's eyes narrowed for a second. "You there, boy," Shoshar caught up beside Gaon Latze and held his neck up high to look down on the fisherman god, "The last time I beheld you, it was under different circumstances. Do not make the mistake of being insolent here." Shoshar's tone hissed with threat that implied that he was talking about insolence towards himself, but the words themselves made for good general advice. This was a gathering of spirits. The ancients held the most power here.</s>
| <|message|>Dust, Minor God of the Desolace
Dust's eyes shimmered, reflecting a pool of crystalline light as he stood transfixed before the portal. Others pushed past around him. Without conscious thought, he lifted one foot after the other and approached. His right hand gripped the hilt of his sword tightly in the loop at his right hip while his left moved forward slightly, palm down, fingers extended as though steadying himself while moving forward.
He had never seen snow before. He knew of weather, and seasons, and climates and hemispheres and currents of the wind and the seas. But he had never explored. The rest of the world had never been an option. Dust had never even considered leaving his soulless, blasted land for another. And here he was, a door to the heavens open before him, snow falling upon flushed Featherwind trees, cosmic dust streaking across the infinite golden sky surrounding an amber Aun.
He stepped through, brilliant ripples curving around his small frame and welcoming him home.</s> |
<|description|>Agimar
Age: Ancient
Appearance: Agimar generally prefers the "disembodied voice approach", but if he does need to show himself with a bit of spectacle for one reason or another, he likes taking the appearance of a towering, metallic humanoid with the head and tail of a snake, scythe-like claws, and the wings of a bat. His eyes appear to be a dull red, and they somehow give the impression of a void sucking in light. On the other hand, if he simply needs a way to interact with the mortal world, without any real need to put on a show, he can and will take the appearance of a normal human.
Nature: Demon
Personality: Agimar, at first glance, doesn't seem like the demonic type. He's not quite sadistic, and he doesn't even like Hades all that much. (It's much too hot.) He is ruthless, of course, but that's really just based in logic. You really can't starve that hydra you worked so hard to make, and those mortals have such short lives anyway…. After you get to know him, however, it's pretty obvious that he has a power complex. While Agimar isn't exactly evil, he's not really what you would call moral, either. He is driven primarily by a lust for power, and secondly by logic. He thinks of mortals and other spirits as pieces on a board, and while he would prefer to leave the board intact, he has no qualms about sacrificing a few pawns to achieve his own ends.
Skills and Abilities: Agimar fancies himself to be a creator. While he can't make something living, he will channel the prayers and emotions of his worshipers to forge fearsome monsters in the fires of Hades. While these creations are powerful and destructive, there always seems to be something missing inside their metallic bodies, and he obsessively seeks a way to make them truly live.
Backstory: Agimar sided against the golden orb in the war, though he generally just hid on the sidelines and let everyone else do the work. He's never really been in the spotlight, but he has patiently waited for opportunities to make his move.
Connections:
Danives: Agimar and Danives don't get along amazingly well. While nothing between them has been violent, Agimar considers Danives' followers to be a perpetual nuisance, due to their tendency to kill off his own contacts. Agimar is openly hostile, and it probably wouldn't take all that much of a disturbance for a fight between the two to break out.
Hiraga: Agimar sees the use of Hiraga's role, but he isn't exactly enthusiastic about her policing. While they aren't the best of friends by any means, he would probably side with her in the event of a common threat. His attitude towards her is generally a kind of grudging respect, and he takes care to stay on her good side.
Dust: Dust is, in most cases, largely beneath Agimar's notice. He has some sympathy for the upstart, but sees him as having no bearing on his plans one way or another. Agimar does take a slight interest in the Desolace, however, and would be interested in learning about what happened to it so long ago.
Voana: Agimar and Voana aren't exactly enemies, but nobody could say they mix. Agimar prefers to keep his distance, mostly due to her temper and preference for open combat. He knows that she would consider his scheming to be cowardly, and it isn't usually the best idea to get in a fight with a war god.
Sohena: Agimar is rather paranoid with regards to Sohena. While he knows that she doesn't usually interfere with the world at large, it still worries him to have the details of his plots known to anyone, no matter how isolated. Knowing that she could bring an end to his machinations, and maybe even his life, he takes great pains to avoid antagonizing her.
Yakushi: Agimar is intrigued by her knowledge of magic and medicine, and while he knows they aren't on very good terms, he still harbors a secret hope that she might have an answer to his obsession. He carefully manages his relations with her, hoping that she might one day tell him some secret of life.
Varavana:
Religion: Agimar's following is relatively small, but it could easily be called a cult. He is worshipped as a kind of supreme source of power and authority, which pleases him to no end. He demands prayer, offerings, and sacrifices from his worshippers, all of which give him the power he needs to forge his creations. In return, he gives the most devoted of his followers control of monsters, armies, and the occasional artifact.
Nation: While Agimar doesn't have a full nation of worshippers, his devotees are often found in high places due to his gifts. As a result, he can often manage to manipulate smaller nations from behind the scenes in order to achieve his ends.</s>
<|message|>Varavana, the Creature of Peace
Thirianna's maternal attentions were not rejected, but nor were they welcome. The smile faded some more still, Varavana's eyes coming to squint at Thirianna as she ruffled his neat, black hair. Out of respect for both her and the context of the meeting, he said nothing, letting the perceived slight go over like it was nothing. Vaul, on the other hand... Varavana stared up at the armoured elf god, letting out an exasperated sigh and shaking his head. The following arrivals of Nerevas and Kyras only continued to fuel the chimera's alienation and disappointment. His worst fears were being confirmed and then some.
'The fate of the worlds is in the hands of these imperious, callous and confrontational beings. It always has been, and this is where it has gotten us.'
Varavana's thoughts bordered on the downright blasphemous. He halted that train of thought before he entered regrettable territory, focusing instead on how to better communicate with the proud beings who were supposedly his 'family' - he had not been taught to hate or reject others, be they mortal, young gods or Ancients.
"I cannot tire in matters such as these, Ancient sibling" He emphasised the last bit in indignation, "I dare say, Most-Elder-Sibling, it is not I who has grown tired. It is not I who has been afflicted with lethargy, apathy, inaction and complacency. I travelled here for a few reasons, and thus far this meeting has proved..." His eyes looked between the more on-edge Ancients, Vaul and Navaras, and then back to Kyras "Productive, on those fronts. It will undoubtedly continue to be so, even with the absence of the rest of our kin. It is their loss, not ours."
Fire.
That was the best way to describe it. His words were spoken with fire, unmistakable warmth but burning with passion, illuminating the figure of Varavana and making his stances more known. To the gathered Ancients, there was something hauntingly familiar about it - brief recollection of a long lost sibling, bright as the stars and blazing through the sky. What was their name again? It faded as quickly as it came - these words were still spoken from the mouth of a child, after all.
Varavana closed his eyes for a moment, letting out another sigh. "We had best discuss the matter which Respected Thirianna has called us here in concern of." The fire faded, the chimera returning to his usual peaceful self.</s>
<|message|>Dust, Minor God of the Desolace
Dust stepped unhurriedly through the archway and into the light of Aun, his drake-like feet barely making a sound on the warm stone floor. He offered a cursory glance around the room. Aett, Ceyr, Hades, representatives of all, preening and dancing around one another with their powerful words and furtive gazes. Dust recognized Danives, who sometimes accompanied him on his endless path; and another, Hiraga, one of the oldest gods whose pitying eyes he felt on him in centuries past.
He turned away and took a seat, his short stature making his legs hang some ways from the floor. Dust drew his ashen sword from the loop in his belt. He turned it in the light of the sun, the cracks weaving an intricate pattern in the burnt wood, glowing as the cooled embers within reflected the light without. He thought of the time, ages ago, when he found it in the ruins of a castle from a civilization long-dead. It was a curious thing, short enough for him to wield and in one piece, burnt to ash as it was. He knew its history of course, as he knew all blasted vistas and desolate ruins of his wastelands, but much of it was for him alone, as a keeper of the dead places of his world.
He placed it sideways on the table before him as a silent display of disarmament. They were there to discuss the fate of the worlds, hopefully without weapons in hand.</s>
<|message|>Hiraga
Hiraga waited for the current verbal combat to be over to take her time to greet the new arrivals, although she couldn't say she was happy to see them anymore. It looked like children bickering. Were they really that much younger? Kyras seemed to crown it by breaking what good spirits remained. "So could she say about your projects being a pathetic attempt to emulate our creator. And obviously since you are here, you think the idea has some merit. So silence yourself and let the angel speak. In the worst case scenario she is wrong and we get to laugh at her later. Until then..." she berated her eldest brother.
She looked at Varavana with a hint of hurt in her expression. She realized the young one did not understand her connection with the world and that her weakening power was a good sign, but she could explain later or not at all. Right now it seemed like another situation craved her attention a bit more. She felt the need to defuse the prelude of war that was happening a few paces away. Getting up from her seat, she walked over to Nevaras. "Greetings, brother. It is wonderful to see you again. I trust you slept well?" she said, Standing herself in between the Smith god and the sword bearer. If they intended to fight, they were free to take it elsewhere, but she would not have Ceyr be the site of their struggles again.</s>
<|message|>Voana, God of Battle
When the Smith Gods eyes cast an unsavoury gaze at Itone, Voana felt her Wife stiffen at her side and delivered a livid glare at the Ancient, stepping part-way to the side and pointedly covering most of Itone from his view. At Vauls pointed rebuttal and dismissal, Voana felt her body stiffen and bristle, her pride quickly convincing her resolve as her hand resting on Iron-Spines hilt tightened. Taking a step forward, a snarl on her lips, Voana suddenly heard the cool voice of her Sister mutter at her shoulder, "Not now Sister..." before Sohena slunk out from behind Voanas broad form, gliding forward and recognising Vauls greeting with a slight tilt of her head towards him.
Voana watched Sohena offer her silent greetings to the Smith God and tensed further, her snarl melting into a frown and her brow still deeply burrowed. At her side Itone suddenly grabbed Voanas arm halting Voanas movements as the warrior strove to step forward once again, seemingly following Sohenas steed and attempting to placate her Wife to prevent conflict at this early stage, Itone gave a small and insistent tug, pulling Voana further back into her. Turning to face her Wife and argue her restraints, Voana instead found that Itones attentions were not focused on her but rather across the room, her eyes narrowing and glinting with calculation. A questioning arch appeared on her brow as Voana followed her Wifes gaze to just behind where the Angel Thirianna stood, her own eyes narrowing as she saw the red tear open and the beastly Guardian of Hades pull himself from it, hauling its large inhuman body into the room. Voana had met Kyras only once before, and his monstrous form was still as remarkable, grotesque and worthy of fear as she remembered.
When Kyras called for Sohenas affirmation, Voana watched her Sisters slim shoulders stiffen a slight whilst her face, from what Voana could see of it, remained placid, though Voana could swear that Sohenas features took on a considering, almost hesitant look. Following the Guardians rejection of Thiriannas claims, Sohenas form relaxed once more, and she dismissed herself from Voana and Itone wordlessly, her hands clasping in-front of her as she made to pace around the outside of the room, head bowed as if she intended to space herself from the others in deep thought. Her head lifted only once to regard Neveras as the dilapidated Ancient addressed the gathered once more, before she bowed it once more, silent and gliding in her rounds.
Voana shared in her Sisters silence, the warrior had taken to casting her gaze around the room properly, registering who had attended, keen and accusatory eyes had been flitting from Kyras, to Thirianna, to the animorphic form of Hiraga, who she noticed had pointedly taken a blockading stance between the warrior and Vaul. When Neveras explicitly addressed Voana, she fixed him with a cautionary glare before recognising the contrite nature of his words.
"Especially now, since you have someone to share your existence with."
As the Guardian spoke, Voana considered his words, her Wife still a solid, familiar weight behind her. Neveras' words seemed to have pleased Itone, as Voana felt her Wifes clutch on her arm relax, giving Voanas bicep a squeeze before softening entirely, stroking her thumb comfortably on Voanas skin. Voana lessened her grip on the hilt of Iron-Spine and turned her eyes away from Neveras, taking her arm away from Itone and instead using it to bring her Wife forward, again having her stood next to her, and bringing her hand to rest in the small of Itones back.
Itone leaned into Voana, tilting her chin up, Voana leaned down to compensate for their difference in height and listened as her Wife whispered, "You grew up with this lot, no wonder you've got a stick up your ass half the time..." giving a small grin up at Voana as the warrior chuckled shortly in reply, her limbs relaxing.</s>
| <|message|>Agimar
Agimar walked through the archway, wings folded behind him. He took a cursory glance at the figures filling the room, noticing that many of the Ancients had arrived earlier. Probably much earlier. He shook his head, giving a small sigh. Well, it couldn't be helped. Not everyone had power to spare for instant travel.
"Well, I seem to be rather late."
Agimar lowered the cloak's hood, mostly as an afterthought. There would be some at this gathering who recognized him, regardless of whether he showed himself.
He took some time to examine the others a little more thoroughly. Hiraga, Thirianna, and Kyras, of course. One could hardly expect the "guardians" to miss such a gathering. Neveras was present, as well. That would be...awkward. And Danives just had to come, didn't he? No matter. That conflict would hopefully be resolving itself soon. Then there was Yakushi. Not the biggest threat, but there was little doubt her knowledge could make waves, for better or for worse. Voana, Itone, and Sohena, on the other hand.... Well, he would need to be careful around him. The upstarts were beneath his notice, for the most part, but his eyes did linger slightly on the goblin. What was his name again?Dust?
Well, regardless of allegiances, it was nice to see that he wasn't the only one who had bothered coming.</s> |
<|description|>Agimar
Age: Ancient
Appearance: Agimar generally prefers the "disembodied voice approach", but if he does need to show himself with a bit of spectacle for one reason or another, he likes taking the appearance of a towering, metallic humanoid with the head and tail of a snake, scythe-like claws, and the wings of a bat. His eyes appear to be a dull red, and they somehow give the impression of a void sucking in light. On the other hand, if he simply needs a way to interact with the mortal world, without any real need to put on a show, he can and will take the appearance of a normal human.
Nature: Demon
Personality: Agimar, at first glance, doesn't seem like the demonic type. He's not quite sadistic, and he doesn't even like Hades all that much. (It's much too hot.) He is ruthless, of course, but that's really just based in logic. You really can't starve that hydra you worked so hard to make, and those mortals have such short lives anyway…. After you get to know him, however, it's pretty obvious that he has a power complex. While Agimar isn't exactly evil, he's not really what you would call moral, either. He is driven primarily by a lust for power, and secondly by logic. He thinks of mortals and other spirits as pieces on a board, and while he would prefer to leave the board intact, he has no qualms about sacrificing a few pawns to achieve his own ends.
Skills and Abilities: Agimar fancies himself to be a creator. While he can't make something living, he will channel the prayers and emotions of his worshipers to forge fearsome monsters in the fires of Hades. While these creations are powerful and destructive, there always seems to be something missing inside their metallic bodies, and he obsessively seeks a way to make them truly live.
Backstory: Agimar sided against the golden orb in the war, though he generally just hid on the sidelines and let everyone else do the work. He's never really been in the spotlight, but he has patiently waited for opportunities to make his move.
Connections:
Danives: Agimar and Danives don't get along amazingly well. While nothing between them has been violent, Agimar considers Danives' followers to be a perpetual nuisance, due to their tendency to kill off his own contacts. Agimar is openly hostile, and it probably wouldn't take all that much of a disturbance for a fight between the two to break out.
Hiraga: Agimar sees the use of Hiraga's role, but he isn't exactly enthusiastic about her policing. While they aren't the best of friends by any means, he would probably side with her in the event of a common threat. His attitude towards her is generally a kind of grudging respect, and he takes care to stay on her good side.
Dust: Dust is, in most cases, largely beneath Agimar's notice. He has some sympathy for the upstart, but sees him as having no bearing on his plans one way or another. Agimar does take a slight interest in the Desolace, however, and would be interested in learning about what happened to it so long ago.
Voana: Agimar and Voana aren't exactly enemies, but nobody could say they mix. Agimar prefers to keep his distance, mostly due to her temper and preference for open combat. He knows that she would consider his scheming to be cowardly, and it isn't usually the best idea to get in a fight with a war god.
Sohena: Agimar is rather paranoid with regards to Sohena. While he knows that she doesn't usually interfere with the world at large, it still worries him to have the details of his plots known to anyone, no matter how isolated. Knowing that she could bring an end to his machinations, and maybe even his life, he takes great pains to avoid antagonizing her.
Yakushi: Agimar is intrigued by her knowledge of magic and medicine, and while he knows they aren't on very good terms, he still harbors a secret hope that she might have an answer to his obsession. He carefully manages his relations with her, hoping that she might one day tell him some secret of life.
Varavana:
Religion: Agimar's following is relatively small, but it could easily be called a cult. He is worshipped as a kind of supreme source of power and authority, which pleases him to no end. He demands prayer, offerings, and sacrifices from his worshippers, all of which give him the power he needs to forge his creations. In return, he gives the most devoted of his followers control of monsters, armies, and the occasional artifact.
Nation: While Agimar doesn't have a full nation of worshippers, his devotees are often found in high places due to his gifts. As a result, he can often manage to manipulate smaller nations from behind the scenes in order to achieve his ends.</s>
<|message|>Neveras (The Angelic Demon, --The Arch Angel, Warrior of Man)
Neveras stood there, cold, as he became witness to a portal being opened to Ceyr. The spirits in the room had barely registered his personal presence. Neveras didn't want attention, nor did he want to feel important. But it was what they did not know, which scared even him. The Ancients believe they can just simply seal him away again if he stirs up any trouble. They must feel as if they are allowing him to be here. Neveras' conflicted mind was incomparable to what laid within him. He doubted even Sohena knew what he was capable of, but he knew that she knew.... what would become of him. Neveras' anger and love had mixed together in that pit of darkness, and it had created a need to do what needed to be done, whether it was right or not.
He stared at the portal as he sunk himself into deep thought, before coming to the conclusion; He was not blind. He was not weak. Right and Wrong is an illusion. He must do what is needed to make a better living. A slight pulse emitted from him that the others felt. For Sohena, it was affirmation of the future. For the others, it just meant he was getting stronger. Of course, he was gaining followers, but now he had accepted his ability to kill.
"Great Angel Thirianna." He stated out loud, as he gently and slowly pulled his arms into a crossing, his behavior and look changing to a cold stare, perhaps and possibly heartless for a moment. "I will respect your wishes, only once. I will listen. And that is all." With that, his arms relaxed and he stepped forward, toward the portal. As he continued towards the portal, he paused just before entering it. Turning his head, he gave Vaul a look. One that struck him in his core. Neveras made it strong, forcing it through Vaul's entire being... before continuing through the portal.
Neveras had marked Vaul.
To the others, they could tell Neveras was no longer uppity, snarky, or loud. He had become ....hollow. While none knew of his potential, it would be right to fear him. Not as an undefeat-able being, but it would become the same as fearing a boulder falling from the sky and striking a Mortal. He was destined with the power to kill Ancients, and he could only be killed by Mortals. He was a threat to everyone, and not one that could be brushed off.</s>
<|message|>Hiraga
*clap* Hiraga's head snapped in the direction of the sound. Her face twisted into an annoyed expression. Thirianna was pushing her luck with her behavior. "Does she really expect me to leave my realm unguarded?" she growled, suddenly very much understanding why Kyras was so angry. She waited as others left through the portal, adamant about being the last to leave. She would not leave any angel or demon in her realm while she was gone, friendly or estranged.
"Unguarded? You hold no trust in your fellow gods, nor your lieutenants in the treants and dryads?" Kyras quirked up a feathery brow, one head holding Hiraga's attention, the other watching the others step into the portal. He watched as Dorn, characteristically stoic, was second into it, following Yakushi, and the arch-demon was mildly annoyed at the minor tremors that accompanied the God of Man's footsteps.
Giving Kyras an amused glance, Hiraga elaborated: "My dryads are hardly enough to deter someone of your power. And trust? Your territorial war before the War in Heaven was ruining this beautiful world while all I could do was try and minimize the damage. I sworn to never let something like that happen again. And to be honest," she said, giving the portal a pointed gaze, "I thought about crossing this one with my own. It woud be a fitting trap for our dear sister. A few millenia spent in a cage like that of Neveras might teach her some manners." she shared the thought. "So please, go ahead."
Kyras, much as he would have loved arguing over the sins of the past, pulled one birdy head back a few inches at the gesture of encouragement. "Well, much as I would love to go first, dearest sister of mine, I am quite afraid age takes precedence over beauty." His voice practically dripped mischievousness. "Then there is the human cultural value of 'ladies first.' It wouldn't be appropriate if you went in second."
"Very well then, it would appear there is no other choice. Shall we, brother?" she said, extending an arm to indicate she wnated them to go at the same time. If nothing else, Hiraga thought, seeing the two other guardians acting familiar might annoy their angelic counterpart to no end. In her mind it was worth it if only for that, not that she had any particular distaste for the demon lord.
But though one part of Kyras mirrored Hiraga's thoughts and wanted to indulge them, he wasn't particularly keen on visiting Aett. Angels and Demons were, after all, vengeful opposites ever since the schismatic War in Heaven split the spirits into three distinct groups. Though both wanted to see the return of the past, one desired nothing of the Golden One in the future. The fact that most of what was solid of the Maker's cadaver rested on the snowy world (the rest were gassy clouds of essence floating in the void between the three worlds) represented effectively why the place was anathema to the Demons.
But under the circumstances, Kyras knew that he had to free himself of the guilt, hatred and fear he associated with the accursed planet. "Very well," he decided, with a reedy sigh. History was in the making. "Let's."
And he took one clawed step forward, expecting Hiraga to do the same.
Nodding in understanding, Hiraga stepped through along with her eldest brother. She knew better than to state out loud that he was afraid, and even better than to hint that his big sister would protect him in need. The demons were more notorious of their pride than any other of the factions. Still it didn't need to be said. She has always kept the balance, adn this would be no different.
Aett. Ceyr's guardian goddess had very little interest in the angels' plane. All it was to her was a reminder of her greatest failure. At times she thought Aett and Hades were parts of Ceyr forcefully split from it, and her healm was the husk that remained once it's light and shadows became separate. Hiraga has often wondered if she was right, and if that was so whether it was possible to reunite the three into one again.</s>
| <|message|>Agimar
Agimar stared at the portal in a kind of stunned disbelief. The angels would let demons, upstarts, and gods alike into the sanctuary kept from them for so long? He shook his head. This had to be some elaborate trap.
However, much to Agimar's surprise, it seemed that the spirits had appeared beside Thirianna largely unharmed. If the portal was a trap waiting to be sprung, is seemed Agimar would be needed to spring it. He contemplated Aett for a moment, wondering whether it was truly a good idea to follow the others through its rippling surface.
"Well, better late than never."
He spoke, even if there was nobody else there to hear him. It was something he had picked up in Hades, largely because he tended to avoid the other demons. He really needed to break himself of that.
Agimar shook himself out of the brief reverie and walked into Aett.</s> |
<|description|>Praeth, Aficionado of the Mortal Realm
Age: Ancient
Appearance:
Nature: Independent
: Somber, imperturbable, and the altruist of soft humor, Praeth has the temperament of an old man, despite maintaining the vigor of an adolescent. Praeth conducts his posture carefully depending on his situation, able to became a feeble coward, a towering commander, or no different from the man beside him, should he desire. Praeth continually searches for new experiences, anywhere from simply working under an old fisherman to creating and empire of wealth to enacting the plotting of a politician to leading a nation of men into greatness, or back into groveling poverty. Praeth has a strong awe for the world, and spends most of his time travelling to experience the world's beauty, every facet of every corner known to god or man.
Having lived a thousand lives wandering amongst mortals, Praeth is beyond charismatic and able to read just about any human, as if looking directly into their mind; allowing him to reach out to anyone and anything fairly easily.
Physically, Praeth is considered ridiculously powerful in the mortal realm, but in comparison to many gods, his strength would amount to that of a child. Accordingly, Praeth must rely on skill alone in fighting other gods. Inventing and experimenting with numerous techniques and methods similar to eastern style fighting.
Praeth is weak, not quite as weak as an upstart, but comparatively, he is physically incapable of head-on brute force. Rather, Praeth's specialty is in the diversity of his fighting styles, the variety of weapons he can use, and the redirection of one's power. Generally speaking, the more an ancient relies on pure power, the stronger Praeth is.
From the beginning, Praeth obsessively collected experience in every action and lifestyle belonging to the material world, he journeyed to the ends of existence and meddled in every aspect of mortal life. In any and all practical skill, Praeth can be considered an artisan, from cooking to medicines, he is skilled and reliable.
Praeth has isolated his existence from both mortal and spirit, thus, even his existence among the gods is widely questioned. Praeth has never gone by the same name in the mortal world for any two lives, and though the alias may be famed, he himself, is an unknown entity to the mortal realm. Thus he has no power fluctuation, nothing his strength is bound to. Likewise, he is incredibly weak for a spirit.
From the beginning of his existence only shortly after the original ancients, Praeth attempted the existence of a mortal; leading the mortals to discovery of many methods of survival, agriculture, and eventually, advanced civilization. He was the monolith of growth for the mortal races, and at first, Praeth was enthralled with becoming an idol to the mortal realm, his brash arrogance and pride brought other gods to dislike him and his direct meddling with mortals. Eventually, Praeth was banished, disappearing from existence for eras before returning hollowed and haggard.
Rejected and forgotten by his brothers and sisters, Praeth remained among the humans, living and dying thousands of lives, wandering the awe-inspiring world. Over time, Praeth came to be content with his existence: having loved hundreds of times, experienced the loss of a thousand lovers, having served thousands, having thousands serve him, having begged for food, having supplied food to beggars, carnal desires, purity, kindness, hate, the aspects of the world went on endlessly.
Praeth slowly grew, not only in indifference but passion for the world as it was. Each and every part of the world required his attention, and in the end formed a gorgeous puzzle of intricate beauty and content. For Praeth, the bitter cold was just as attractive as the brisk warmth of spring, he worshipped creation and came to love it. In this sense, Praeth soon came to love mortals as well, each story interesting him, each life a precious gem. With hundreds upon thousands of years amongst the mortals, Praeth was able to ease his way into any one mortals life, his empathy grew as well as his skill in dealing with people.
Praeth's brash, young personality slowly ebbed away, giving way to a more laid back and soft attitude. Like a stone being polished, he slowly became silk-like in nature, his pale eyes lost their piercing vigor and gained a calming feature, his enigmatic smile becoming softer and more kindly. He would not be recognized by the spirits that had banished him and he holds no bitterness towards them.
When the golden orb abandoned the spirits, Praeth failed to take up arms, believing himself incapable of aiding such a cause. When the golden orb was destroyed, Praeth mourned as the mortals were massacred, engulfed in sorrow, he aimlessly wandered amongst the surviving mortals. Praeth began to aid in mending Ceyr, giving mortals a nudge in one direction or another to rebuild an even more gorgeous world.
Connections:
Praeth was able to discern little, staring at the stars from his mortal standing, and his existence is practically forgotten or of no circumstance to spirits as he mingles purely with mortals
Religion: None whatsoever, he is unknown to mortals and most spirits
Nation: Any and all nations he has led and served</s>
<|message|>Gaon Latze, the Dragon Fisher
Gaon was awed by the beauty of Aett. He'd never been there of course, so it was quite a new experience for him. He saw in the nearby forest a huge amount of creatures he'd never seen before, and he suddenly developed a desire to fish. He could feel his bait bag react to his will, and he knew that if he put his hand into it, he could find bait for any of the creatures ahead of him. But that wasn't what he was here for.
He saw it now, illusions and phantasms floated in front of the wall of a far off fortress, he wasn't sure what of but he could guess.
He was here to visit the creator, and discuss the ramifications. But still, he wondered if he could fish for a while after they were done...
"You there, boy." A voice behind him suddenly. Gaon turned quickly to see the face of the Water Dragon, the one that had saved him some time ago.
"The last time I beheld you, it was under different circumstances." He said. "Do not make the mistake of being insolent here."
"Ah, right..." Gaon said, sheepishly lowering his fishing rod and bowing his head slightly. "I'll keep that in mind."
He'd forgotten for a second that he was probably the youngest person in the meeting, everyone was his elder. Although, when he had been human all of the people in the village had been his elder as well. In the village he hadn't really felt the age gap, but in the meeting he could practically feel the years radiating from the Ancients. There was something about Aett though, that made him feel somewhat more calm than usual.
"Ah, I just remembered!" He said to the Water Dragon, "I never found out what you're name was!" Then he faltered for a second, because he realized again, he was supposed to respect his elders. "Or is that something you don't want to tell me?"</s>
<|message|>Varavana, the Creature of Peace
Being not much older than forty years of age, Varavana had never experienced Aett or its hellish counterpart. The sudden rush of unique sensation came as a surprise to him, feeling as if his body was beginning to rip its self apart at the metaphorical seams. In almost the same moment he came out from the other side of the ripple, his body morphed and compacted into the much smaller form of a green-feathered owl. Only after the rather sudden transformation did the pain subside. Flight came naturally to Varavana, taking briefly to the air to find an appropriate spot to land.
'What on Ceyr was that...?' The Upstart thought to himself, finding even his vocal capacities reduced, 'It felt like -' he paused in his thought, thinking of a way to describe the ungodly pain to even himself, 'I was being picked apart.' He finished, large yellow eyes squinting in the air. He descended, landing upon the shoulder of Hiraga softly. Of all those present, she was the least likely to swat him after all.
The reflective feathers glinted as Varavana turned his head at an almost 180 degree angle to stares back at where they had come from, large eyes blinking.
'...This is a different world. I cannot connect with the creatures here.' He concluded upon looking around at the vast forest surrounding them and the creatures just out sight. 'It is a wonder I did not revert into whatever state I was in upon my creation.' An idea that was not completely unappealing to the Upstart, but not something he wanted to discover when surrounded by the others.
Varavana looked at the eyes of Hiraga's humanoid form, giving an apologetic tilt of the head. For one such as herself, the simple message of 'sorry' would be easily carried through such a gesture.</s>
<|message|>Shoshar, the Water Dragon
After Gaon Latze's answer, Shoshar looked forward and meandered ahead of him, inhaling the golden air of Aett to taste the abundance of power. He had intended to ignore the upstarts from then on, but his breath caught in his throat upon hearing that Gaon Latze didn't even know his name. He halted in place and slowly turned around to leer at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. Whether it was the look he was given or the realisation of Shoshar's advice, he seemed to partially back off, but Shoshar was not letting him get away with it.
"My...name?" Shoshar started in a low rumble. Shoshar's head emerged from the front of his water bubble. For effect, he spread a layer of sparkling frost over his face in a regal pattern. "Have the mortals in your home lost their respect enough to forget my name!?" Shoshar coiled upwards in front of Gaon to look as big and imposing as possible and fashioned a pair of wings wrought from ice either side of the middle of his body. Looking down at Gaon, he bellowed such that his voice echoed. "I am Shoshar! The Water Dragon! Liege of Storms and Sire of the Seas!" Shoshar showed his teeth and lowered his voice, the impact made clear, "I hold many secrets, but my name is not one. Mortals who dishonour me by forgetting it hold no welcome on the water. See that you do not forget, little fisherboy." Shoshar slithered downwards until he was at eye level with Gaon, melting his crystalline wings back into his water bubble. In this position Shoshar's head was over half Gaon's entire size. Shoshar's breath was much colder on the fisherman's front than the odd climate of Aett. "I made you what you are. I can just as easily revert you to a drowning whelp."
Shoshar tossed his head to one side with a "hmph!" and swam away side to side. Though he hardly perceived it, Shoshar found that he had to put forth more effort than usual to stay angry with Gaon Latze. He had some atmosphere about him that seemed to affect Shoshar's temper.
Up ahead was a sight that even brought Shoshar to quieten. Never had there been such a magnificent and at the same time haunting sarcophagus as the the Fortress of Redemption. Paying respect didn't seem appropriate. This structure demanded respect by its nature. Shoshar didn't know whether he wanted to go further to see the Golden One's corpse. Even if the creator was dead, the aura was uneasy.</s>
<|message|>Neveras (The Angelic Demon, --The Arch Angel, Warrior of Man)
Neveras slowly sifted through the portal, still in his cold demeanor as he over heard the yelling from the beast near him. "You are in the presence of the very thing that created you, and you dare bring hostility before him? You would be wise to keep your tongue, lizard." He spoke at Shoshar, "Lest I, myself, remove it." Neveras already planned for Vaul to be one of the very first, so he didn't care how he felt about himself. But if Shoshar wants to be disrespectful to family then he can be on the list as well.
As Neveras was in his thoughts, he continued on the path presented to him from the portal. "I don't have all day, I have things to do, so let's hurry this up, Great Angel Thirianna" He spoke out loud, as if a prayer, knowing she would hear him. The portal nor the body of the creator affected him as much as it did the others. The portal was a theatric, just a simple door, that any angel could make... if they had the power. The body... he felt its' presence before the great war, so in its' death, it was still as overwhelming as ever.
But none of this mattered to him. He was giving his last respects to everyone until he decided to give everyone one chance, and leave. Neveras was done with the squabbling, disrespect, and forced way of life the spirits had created. He was going to change it.</s>
| <|message|>Praeth, Aficionado of the Mortal Realm
A lone figure tread carefully through the yellow wasteland, his footprints washing away with the winds as dunes melted and formed. The figure's silhouette moved with the mirages of heat, a massive cloak protected the figure from the blasting winds, shrouded his form, and provided a small oasis of shade from the beating sun. Eventually, the figure stood before the Tower of Broken Dreams. Crossing the threshold of the structure, the man removed his hood, revealing sharp features with forgiving eyes and wind-blown hair; Praeth.
Steps echoed through the stairwell as Praeth ascended the tower, step after step. The shy rustle of the cloak rubbing against his worn armor was the only other noise in the desolate area. Slowly, Praeth's speed increased, he understood that he lacked in punctuality, and the missed opportunity to experience conversing with gods would only leave a bitter regret. The tempo of footsteps rose and the bristling of Praeth's broad cloak increased in furiosity, however meekly.
Praeth eventually reached the open landing in which a portal stood, a silent but domineering doorway. Praeth understood his objective lay on the other side of the portal, but it was also the only barrier protecting Praeth from the scorning eyes of those who had cast him out and banished him with no small amount of prejudice. In a choice between fight or flight, Praeth simply shrugged, as if shrugging of countless eons of isolation; he strode through the portal confidently, moving between two planes as normally as mounting a horse.
Stepping through the portal, disorientation only lasted half a second as Praeth's eyes quickly re-focused, gazing about and appraising his surroundings, Aett. Quickly, his eyes settled on the spirits, despite the beauty of the landscape, they held all of his attention. Quietly he observed his brothers and sisters, awaiting a notification of the mood before he uttered something brash or ignorant. Endless years of silence would know no difference if he held his breath or spoke nonsense in that moment. Pleasantries would have been the only form of speech Praeth would have been able to manage as he gazed upon the only beings that had remained unchanged as he stood among mortals.</s> |
<|description|>Domenico Di Giamberadino "The speed freak"
Race:Human
Position:Regimental commander
Appearance:
Allegiance:1523rd Ferian "Psycho drivers" penal legion
Abilities:None
Bio:Domenico was not born on Feria. Virtually no one in the Psycho drivers was born on Feria, nearly 100% of the regiment was born and raised on Feria's huge moon, Carceri. Feria is an industrial world possessed of such great mineral wealth that the entire world is one, great factory in which all but the richest citizens toil, making only two products, chimera armored transports and a cheap style of the m36 lasgun. However, unlike world's such as Armageddon there is very little quality control, commonly only 30% of chimera forged by tithe collection are actually suitable for the guard, this however is made up for by the sheer quantity of chimera's made (30% is approximately 2 billion chimera armored transports) many of the non collected chimera's are scrapped and reforged. However, a large number are kept, as the tithe of chimera is often supplemented with a second resource, warm bodies. When Feria was founded, the huge industrial complex suffered from literally millions of worker uprisings due to the awful conditions. The world's solution? Turn there moon (almost as large as Feria) into a giant prison complex for dissidents. Upon its completion the grand prison was able to hold approximately 12 billion prisoners, it exceeded this amount within less than a century. However, the far worse conditions on Carceri have dramatically dropped crime on Feria by 94%. Carceri became the ultimate scum hole of gangers, murderers, thieves and every other type of scum in existence.This is from where all Ferian regiments are recruited. Domenico was born and raised on Carceri, cell block T. From day one he had a spark, he was born with the umbilical cord around his neck, and he bit through it to survive. As the boy grew he drew quite a few others to him. These children would follow Domenico anywhere, he commanded there respect through his magnetism and schemes from a young age. Upon becoming teenagers Domenico officially formed them into a gang, the Psycho wheels. They were a biker gang (after they stole, scavenged, and repaired enough bikes) who were feared in there cellblock. As they branched out they came into contact with many other gangs. Sometimes Domenico assimilated them into the psychos, but mostly they engaged in brutal gang warfare. Everything from fast paced bike on bike death races to slow, grueling gurreila warfare from block to block. Into adulthood Domenico led his gang through hell again and again, and he always ended up on top. Not long after his 20th birthday, Domenico and his entire gang, along with thousands of others were drafted into the 1523rd Ferian penal legion.
As the penal legion traveled for awhile they fought in a number of theatres, none of which made any real impact, until Meritan primus. A hive world with thousands of hives connected by one huge highway system, Meritan primus had been besieged by ork Waaaagh! Flamewheel, an entire Waaaagh! of ork speedfreaks. They had effortlessly repelled every attempt to even effectively engage them, then the 1523rd landed. They were decimated due to their chimera's inability to keep speed with the speedfreaks supercharged bikes and truks. Once they were about to half their initial strength, Domenico made his move. He, his gang, and a vast majority of the regiment turned on their leadership and savagely killed them. Before disorder could brake Domenico seized control. He then ordered all remaining chimera's brought to him and his gang. Using tools and skills earned as a biker gang back on Carceri, Domenico and his gang field stripped all the remaining chimera's in less than 5 hours. They then replaced the treads with large, sturdy grip wheels, supercharged their engines and vastly improved their speed and maneuverability. When the sun rose the irks met not the slow tread carriers they had known previously, but large chimera "Super trucks" (as dubbed by Domenico) that could easily keep, and even outpace anything they had. Within a year the Waaaagh! was crushed, and Domenico was officially named commander of the regiment. They received a huge reinforcement of chimera's and men from Feria and Carceri respectively. After doing what had been done to every other chimera and making sure everyman in his regiment could maintain their chimera the legion was again shipped out, to a recently rediscovered forge world.
Gear:Imperial guard flak armor, evicerator, m36 lasgun, Hand flamer, Nitro-Chem inhaler, 6 shots of frenzon (charged into mask with a button), Chimera "Super truck" the Road rage
Regimental information
-Penal legion
-Mechanized infantry
-"Aquired gear":Much of the Psycho's gear is stolen from other regiments or scavenged from the field
-Shaky carriers:The Psycho's chimera have sacrificed much of their armor for speed and maneuverability
-"Artificial courage":Every one needs help sometimes, the Psycho's get theirs from frenzon and their Nitro-Chem inhalers
Numbers
4,500 guardsmen (6,000 at start of occupation)
200 Chimera "Super trucks"</s>
<|message|>Elyias Tempestas
Topside- Elyias
The Valkyrie moved swiftly over the landscape below, the only thing contained within was the team of five stormtroopers who sat in the back. As the group neared the ruins of what was left of a city that had been bombed quite heavily. "So what can we expect for resistance?" One of the stormtroopers asked, Sargent Theros spoke over the microbead comm so everybody could hear him. "Resistance will be light, there are a few orks in there area but nothing to indicate a presence like that of the front-lines." Elyias could practically feel the relief of the others around him, running into ork nobz or squiggoths was not high on the list of agenda for the small team. Who couldn't stand toe to toe with the brutes and expect to walk away intact.
The Valkyrie hovered over the edge of a still standing building and deployed its ramp, with the efficiency of a well oiled machine the squad deployed. Each member fanning out and covering the other when the Valkyrie took off they went about their job deploying rope off the side of the building and repelling down when their boots hit the ground the moved, they got partly through the city before Sargent Theros raised a fist to stop and then another hand signal for them to find cover. Elyias took cover and peaked out at the two Orks walking past. "Deh baws be a git, he as us eis bestest orks doin nuffin!" One of them said, their manner of speech was enough to make the stormtrooper cringe from his hiding spot but he forced himself to listen to the other. "yea! we deh best orks in deh whole waagh! Oi Morlug yah git get over ere." A third orc joined them and stopped at Elyias' hiding spot. "I gotz to go." The one referred to as Morlug said. "Then do it yah git." The first one said, and with that the third ork proceeded to take a piss into Elyias' hiding spot, the trooper managed to push himself further against the rubble but not before getting a hefty dose of the orks stream all over his helmet and armor. When he was done the trio of Orks left and the troopers filed out. "I heard that's good luck Elyias." One of the troopers said. "Yeah i bet you didn't know wetwork involved actually getting wet sometimes." Another chimed piped in with a sigh Elyias just kept moving.
When they finally reached their mission location they set up one of the other troops using her long-las to keep an eye on the nob they were after. He had taken a relic found on the battlefield with him as a trophy and the imperium wanted it back so they had been dispatched. "Command we are in position ready to engage when given the order." Sargent Theros said, sending the vox message out to command who was undoubtedly in orbit with the inquisitor who called them. There was no reply from command meaning the meeting was in full swing so the group just sat and waited. Over the vox they heard the arrival of the dark angels which only brought groans from the troopers. "We do all the hard work and the astartes take all the credit." Said one of the troopers. With the arrival of the dark angels the team was scrambling to get command on the horn so they could take their shot.
In orbit- Inquisitorial flagship The Word of Law
The whole command structure of the "Stormbringers" imperial guard had been called up to this ship for a meeting and they came, they always obeyed the inquisition and came when they were needed as they were the word of the emperor and they the emperors subjects so they would obey in devotion to the emperor. It took every fiber of Amy Santori's being to not want to drive a knife through the penal colonel's throat, the disrespect he showed the inquisitor was downright rude, as Amy was about to shout at the colonel and tell him to show some respect to the voice of the emperor Nicholas who sat on her left spoke. "Why have you called us here m'lady?" He asked, looking to the inquisitor for a answer.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Abner
Inquisitorial Flagship The Word of law
Valeria turned glaring at the Colonel, she did hate his rudeness but he was smart, well smart enough to fix chimera's so he could drive back the ork's. She was a radical herself, a collector Xeno's tech to use to defeat there enemies, still she needed to show him who was inchrage. "You are here because I tell you to be, however the reason for this meeting is simple. We have discovered that this planet has Titan manufactorums that we must secure. However we have recently heard news concerning us, a piece of tech that runs on Alien concepts was reported by skull probe. I want you all to secure any strange Xenos items and for transport. If any of you wish to remain you may, Captain Abner will coming aboard shortly to meet with me. If any of you need relief or support I would suggest asking him."
She turned taking a seat on her Inquisitorial throne, her agents and acolytes busying themselves as she watched waiting for Captain to arrive. She waited to see what officers remained and who left, perhaps she would take a few of them with her when she went back to war against the Necron's. They held the key to stopping the Tyranid hive fleets, she would have it.
Thunderhawk gunship Lion's Wrath
Abner stepped aboard the Inquisitors ship, he was greeted by a sea of Tech priests and navy men who paraded him towards the bridge. He arrived to find the Inquisitor waiting, sitting in her room, normally he would have his his vanguard with him but today he had only two brothers with him. Brother Librarian Amos and Company Champion Lebbeus walked each of them dressed in full war gear. They greeted the Inquisitor with a nod, Dark Angel were not known for there high opinions of Inquisition then looked at those around the room. They looked between the officers as if passing judgments already, Abner stepped forward. "I am Captain Abner, to who do I have the pleasure of working with? The Inquisitor gripped her throne, she looked pissed that Space marine had simply nodded to her then set about speaking to the officers she had called her. Abner gave a slight grin under his helmet, he enjoyed watching the Inquisitor squirm.</s>
<|message|>Domenico Di Giamberadino "The speed freak"
"You want to know our names? Did you here that lads? The emperors true sons, want to know who we are!" Though his mind told him it was a bad idea, the inquisitor's answer had pissed him off a bit, and he wanted to make her as angry as humanly possible. So, he got out of his chair, walked up to the space marine captain and did something he would probably get shot for, and offered his hand for a shake. Though he kept the biggest, dumbest grin he'd ever made on his face, Domenico was absolutely terrified. All the relaxants in the Imperium couldn't stop the cold, nervous sweat that had broken out on his brow. He couldn't believe he was high enough to have done that, and it just got better. "I'm colonel Domenico Di Giamberadino, Regimental commander of the 1523rd Ferian penal legion, at your service my lord" Domenico was fairly certain the inquisitor was going to shoot him, actually the space marine would probably just crush him, or snap his neck or something else terrible. But now he was committed and emperor be damned he wasn't turning around till the space marine shook his hand, kiled him, or ignored him.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Abner
The Captain looked Colonel over, he was brave no doubt even those high or chem's retained enough sense not to approach the Astartes. "I look forward to watching your men fight Colonel, Redemption in the eyes of the Emperor is a worthy goal. Forgive me if I don't shake you hand however I power armor it hard to judge one's strength. Now I believe we should leave the Inquisitors ship and head down to battle. We shall command from the front as the Emperor wills, if you would you may join me in personal shuttle down, it can fit all of you and your command crew easily." Finally he turned to acknowledge the Inquisitor. "If you have need of me I will be planet side, winning your war and doing my duty and if you attempt to order MY fleet let me remind you that Brother Librarian Amos will contact the Rock, the Dark Angels are here to kill the heretics and Xenoes and leave. If you attempt tell us otherwise I'm sure Grand Master Belial wouldn't mind explaining further. He was here for one purpose and one purpose alone, to hunt Fallen Lord and to seek repentance for his brothers sin's.
Unknown Forgeworld, Ork territory
Cypher stalked quietly through the battlefield, he was searching for the guardsmen he spotted earlier, no doubt they lay up ahead, he found them sitting upon a hill, he heard one of them moan about how the Asartes took all the credit. So he spoke up, greeting them with a joke of sorts. "Yes I've come to do your job, fear not Guardsmen. The Dark Angels are here to assist, it you who deserve the credit." He smiled placed a hand on each of his pistol. "I come with a warning, it seems Chaos forces are headed this way no doubt to steal your prize, I suggest you hurry your mission along. The Chaos Space marines are much tougher than your average Ork." He spoke from experience. "I you wish I shall lead them away and buy you time. Unless you think I would steal your glory with that."</s>
| <|message|>Domenico Di Giamberadino "The speed freak"
Domenico thought his heart had just burst, or maybe he was delusional, but he wasn't. A space marine had just asked him, HIM, to ride to the front with him. Domenico stood up straight,"Of course, I'll uh, gather my command squad." he then withdrew his hand and began ordering his squad to prep, and get their lazy asses up out of their nice comfortable chairs and get their collective criminal boots stomping.
As they were leaving, Domenico walked up to the inquisitor's throne, and said,"Some men in my regiment just picked up some weird looking xenos tech. They say it ain't orkish at all. I'll vox you the coordinates once rat tells them to me." With that, he winked at her, waved at the other officers, and followed the space marine captain out.</s> |
<|description|>Vires Decius
Race: Turian
Position: Captain
Appearance: 6'2, approx. 230 lbs, blue eyes. Vires has a long slash across his forehead, as well as numerous whip scares on his back. Vires' colony tattoo consists of white paint that looks like this.
Allegiance: Turian Blackwatch (22nd Lightning Psychos)
Abilities: None
Bio: Vires was born on the planet Invictus, in the Caestus systems, located in the Minos Wasteland quadrant of the Milky Way galaxy. Vires father was a career military man, who, at Vires birth, was a high ranking general charged with the defense of the Minos Wasteland colonies, alongside a handful of admirals and generals. Because of his father's status, Vires was expected to grow up to be of equal importance. While most would consider it a daunting task to live in the shadow of a military giant, Vires took it upon himself to live up to those expectations. At a young age, Vires' mother, Taeya, enlisted the greatest personal teachers for Vires, to give him the best chance at success. The greatest scholars, mathematicians and historians worked with Vires all day, for seven days a (human) week, to give him the knowledge he would require to grow up and be somebody.
As soon as he was physically able, Vires began training in the use of firearms with the local frontiersmen. When it was apparent that Vires had learned all he could from non-military firearms experts, General Decius had an ex-training sergeant hired and sent to his family on the Invictus colony. This man, Cassus, became Vires's inspiration. Cassus was able to bring Vires training regime to new heights, not only teaching him how to properly use firearms but also hand to hand martial arts, knife fighting, and the use of explosives. While most species would not allow such extremes to be taken when preparing a non-adult, the Turians couldn't care less: in fact, such devotion was expected. The children of greats were expected to be great as well. Vires, while excelling in his training, was considered a socially awkward introvert. He had very little informal contact with anyone outside of his family gene. This inadvertently led to Vires no longer relying on interaction with other sentient beings, a skill pivotal for the special operations soldier he was to become.
The birthday Vires was old enough to enlist, his gift consisted of being transported to the recruitment office as soon as it opened. He signed up as a marine, and after a tear-less goodbye to his mother, was off to boot camp. For most Turians, boot camp is a grueling, torturous thing that most despise the moment they arrive. But not Turians like Vires. Turians who had lived their whole lives to prove that they were as good as their parents. Boot camp was just another chance to improve, nothing more. Vires met his lifelong friends at boot camp, in fact. The ten of them would become the original 22nd Lightning Psychos. At graduation, the temporary squads that had been established during training were given their official names and assigned to their posts. The 22nd found itself serving onboard a Turian cruiser on the edge of Terminus space, where they protected major trading posts and trade lanes from pirates. Vires saw considerable action during his four tours of duty aboard this cruiser, and this is where the majority of his squad's recommendations for Blackwatch status came from.
The nail on the head, however, was when the cruiser crash landed on a planet in the Faryar system, located in the Hourglass Nebula. Most of the crew died on impact, including one member of the Lightning Psychos. While the Turians awaited rescue, the Lightning Psychos led the defense of the makeshift Turian camp, alongside one other surviving combat squad. Numerous attacks from a pirate base on a nearby moon failed to penetrate the defenses manned by the Psychos, and Vires himself claimed hundreds of kills during the months of near constant attacks. Vires later learned that the pirates were after the cruiser's secret cargo of experimental weapons of mass destruction. When the squad was rescued, only seven had survived. Those seven were bestowed the highest honors, and their squad was given the chance to train further and become a special operations Blackwatch squad. They accepted.
For the past twelve years, Vires has served alongside the 22nd Lightning Psychos in the most dangerous missions Blackwatch has ever sent their teams on. Vires has watched countless men die, and only he and two other of the original Lightning Psychos remain. This has earned the three of them the nickname 'The Immortal Trio.' Some of the more religious members of the Lightning Psychos believe their unit's spirit has some special plan for the three warriors. In recent years, two years ago, percisely, Vires became the squad's leader. He leads them with the discipline and honor expected of a Turian; yet Vires is not satisfied. He will never be satisfied with being a mere soldier. Vires still dreams of becoming a general, much like his aging father.
Gear:
Firearms - Phaeston assault rifle; Krysae anti-material sniper rifle; M-6 Carnifex Hand Cannon
Explosives - ML-77 Missile Launcher; Flashbangs; Inferno grenades; high explosive grenades; proximity mines
Other - Makhaira knife; Omni-tool
Armor - Light Crisis/Hazard Armor Mk X
Vehicles - Turian Corvette 'Relentless' acts as Decius' Blackwarch squad's transport and combat vehicle. Small, maneuverable, capable of carrying a crew of ten.</s>
<|message|>Domenico Di Giamberadino "The speed freak"
Domenico was bored, and extremely uncomfortable. It had been less than 24 hours since the inquisition arrived, and they already had a fair number of the officers on their ship, including his sorry ass. Now that made him uncomfortable, why the hell did whatever inquisitor was running this show want a penal legion colonel on their ship? Well, regardless of why he was there, he had certainly not enjoyed his welcoming committee. As soon as he had stepped on board he was surrounded by tech priests, all yelling about "holy templates" and "perverted, non standard monstrosities" and they had only recently fucked off. He had never gotten much flak over his jury rigged chimera's before, they were rejects, just like the penal legionnaires who drove them. "Guess tech priests were touchier" He thought to himself. He did know one thing, his Chem inhaler was running enough relaxants through it to kill a large child, and that was exactly what he needed right now. Flying made him nervous to begin with, flying surrounded by tech priests in an inquisitorial ship made him a lot more nervous.
As he bemused about why anyone gave a shit about his legions presence on world the door to the war room opened, and in walked one hell of woman. He almost whistled, but stopped himself when he saw the inquisition seals and symbols, and sighed instead. "There's our new boss" He whispered to the officer next to him. Then, Domenico put his feet on the table, and leaned back in his chair, he really hoped she wasn't about to shoot him.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Abner
Alliance Dreadnought 3rd expeditionary fleet Mt. Tai
Admiral Powree sat there, her small battle group just on the edge of the system she was surprised when the council had decided to bring together ships from all there fleets, now she sat on the edge of the system watching these strange cathedral looking ships in orbit. They looked human yet she knew better than to just hail them, they were packing serious fire power, she had assigned two Salarian STG groups and 22nd Lightning Psychos placing them all under the command Vires Decius. It was a stealth op but she had faith, if there was one thing a Turian could do it was follow orders, his job was to protect the Salarian team and bring them back with there findings, what could go wrong?
Inquisitorial Flagship The Word of law
Valeria looked at the Penal Legion colonel, he was sloppy and undisciplined, she was about to order him to get his boots off the table then shoot him in the leg anyway when her personal vox picked up a message from the Dark Angels Captain, it seemed he would arrive shortly. The Inquisitor glared at the colonel. "Please remove your boots from the-" Before she could finish, a glorious sight unfolded behind her.
The entire war room was greeted with the sight of the Seventh company fleet in all it's glory as drop pods fell towards the planet below, fighters and gunships piloted by serfs following them down. The voxes blazed and everyone heard a message, it seemed as if the Emperor himself had sent them the power to destroy there enemies. "To soldiers of the Imperium, look up and rally, the angels of death have arrived, your salvation is at hand, rally to them and fight with the sons of the first Primarch! Glory to the God-Emperor!" Many dropped to there knee's offering prayers to Emperor and Omnisire alike. The Inquisitor simply looked annoyed, she was not one for speeches but to deal with space marines meant dealing with there righteous convictions as well. She turned and watched the pods fall, she smiled her hard face turning soft with a smile, she hated to admit it but there was a beauty to Space Marine's descending that rivaled even the greatest painting.</s>
| <|message|>Vires Decius
Turian Corvette Relentless - 3rd expeditionary fleet
The small Turian ship Relentless hung in the darkness of space, at the edge of the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet. The only nearby ships were two Salarian stealth shuttles, each holdings an STG squad. The two Salarian ships slowly revolved around the corvette as it drifted at a snail's pace towards the strange alien system. All three ships had shut down engines and were currently idling in an effort to conserve fuel while they shared a mission debrief. While the mission seemed simple enough and the orders they received were relatively open ended, it was imperative that they planned everything out to the tee. If just one thing went wrong, the small task force could cause a galactic incident.
Inside the ship itself, eight Turian soldiers sat. There were two rows of four, with the two rows facing each other. The small space was bathed in red light; the lights had been shut off to lower their ship's heat signature. The Turians were going about their usual pre-battle ceremonies. Three of the Turians had their heads down, and were praying to their legion's spirits. Each one was holding what appeared to be a lightning bolt - the symbol of their legion, Fulrem, or 'Iron Lightning.' A few of them were chatting quietly among themselves, remembering old battles and discussing the things they missed from civilian life. They were the newest members of the squad; they had been getting to know each other over the last few months.
The last two soldiers in the bay, however, sat in complete silence. Each had their eyes downcast, their faces covered and obscured by their helmets. They had been here the longest. They were differentiated from their brethren by their extensive customization of their armor paint jobs.
In the front of the ship, hidden behind a metal door, was the cockpit. Vires sat next to the pilot as he discussed the final pieces of their approach to the conflict below with the Salarians.
"Alright, let's go over everything before we move out." Vires spoke, his voice strong and authoritative."We're going to enter the atmosphere on the far side of the battlefield, away from the frontlines. We should be far enough away that we won't run into any natives. However, if we do encounter the humans or the other species, we are not to engage unless we are engaged ourselves. Let's try to be diplomatic before we start blowing them away." Decius joked darkly."We'll be travelling through primarily urban territory, however we'll be steering clear of the populated zones. According to our preliminary recon we've obtained from stratospheric drones, the area we'll be landing in was evacuated before being bombed extensively. We shouldn't run into any problems when we land."
Vires brought up a holographic map display. He began to mark up the map using his fingers. The information was being sent to the other two Salarin leaders, with only a short delay. The relatively close distance between their three ships made transmitting data via laser did not require comm buoys.
"The main resistance we might encounter comes from here: a highway used by the unknown conglomerate of aliens attacking the entirely human force. It seems to be municipal in nature, however we have reason to believe that enemy troops have used the highway before. Furthermore, once we pass that highway we'll be in contested territory - we were unable to get any images of the area, so we'll be mostly blind. Keep your men on high alert. Once we escape this part the city, there's a single ridge that over looks the frontlines. Once there, you two will set up your reconnaissance and communications equipment. You'll be sending your data to the fleet via drone roughly every half hour. You should have ample amount of drones to get the data across in a timely and safe manner.
"Once your teams are set up, I'll take a small squad and attempt to recover the fallen drone. Chances are the humans have taken it into their possession. My team will try to take it without making contact; stealth is of the utmost priority." Vires sighed, closing his eyes for a moment until he wrapped up the plan. "Is that it? He asked the two Salarians, who had remained silent during the briefing.
"That is all, Captain Decius." One of the Salarians replied. They were concise and to the point; Vires could appreciate that.
"Alright, relay the plan to your men; I will do the same. May the spirits watch over us. the Turian waited for the Salarians to cut off the communications before turning off the holographic display and standing up. He made his way into the troop compartment, examining his men.
"Alright misfits, here's the plan..."</s> |
<|description|>Vires Decius
Race: Turian
Position: Captain
Appearance: 6'2, approx. 230 lbs, blue eyes. Vires has a long slash across his forehead, as well as numerous whip scares on his back. Vires' colony tattoo consists of white paint that looks like this.
Allegiance: Turian Blackwatch (22nd Lightning Psychos)
Abilities: None
Bio: Vires was born on the planet Invictus, in the Caestus systems, located in the Minos Wasteland quadrant of the Milky Way galaxy. Vires father was a career military man, who, at Vires birth, was a high ranking general charged with the defense of the Minos Wasteland colonies, alongside a handful of admirals and generals. Because of his father's status, Vires was expected to grow up to be of equal importance. While most would consider it a daunting task to live in the shadow of a military giant, Vires took it upon himself to live up to those expectations. At a young age, Vires' mother, Taeya, enlisted the greatest personal teachers for Vires, to give him the best chance at success. The greatest scholars, mathematicians and historians worked with Vires all day, for seven days a (human) week, to give him the knowledge he would require to grow up and be somebody.
As soon as he was physically able, Vires began training in the use of firearms with the local frontiersmen. When it was apparent that Vires had learned all he could from non-military firearms experts, General Decius had an ex-training sergeant hired and sent to his family on the Invictus colony. This man, Cassus, became Vires's inspiration. Cassus was able to bring Vires training regime to new heights, not only teaching him how to properly use firearms but also hand to hand martial arts, knife fighting, and the use of explosives. While most species would not allow such extremes to be taken when preparing a non-adult, the Turians couldn't care less: in fact, such devotion was expected. The children of greats were expected to be great as well. Vires, while excelling in his training, was considered a socially awkward introvert. He had very little informal contact with anyone outside of his family gene. This inadvertently led to Vires no longer relying on interaction with other sentient beings, a skill pivotal for the special operations soldier he was to become.
The birthday Vires was old enough to enlist, his gift consisted of being transported to the recruitment office as soon as it opened. He signed up as a marine, and after a tear-less goodbye to his mother, was off to boot camp. For most Turians, boot camp is a grueling, torturous thing that most despise the moment they arrive. But not Turians like Vires. Turians who had lived their whole lives to prove that they were as good as their parents. Boot camp was just another chance to improve, nothing more. Vires met his lifelong friends at boot camp, in fact. The ten of them would become the original 22nd Lightning Psychos. At graduation, the temporary squads that had been established during training were given their official names and assigned to their posts. The 22nd found itself serving onboard a Turian cruiser on the edge of Terminus space, where they protected major trading posts and trade lanes from pirates. Vires saw considerable action during his four tours of duty aboard this cruiser, and this is where the majority of his squad's recommendations for Blackwatch status came from.
The nail on the head, however, was when the cruiser crash landed on a planet in the Faryar system, located in the Hourglass Nebula. Most of the crew died on impact, including one member of the Lightning Psychos. While the Turians awaited rescue, the Lightning Psychos led the defense of the makeshift Turian camp, alongside one other surviving combat squad. Numerous attacks from a pirate base on a nearby moon failed to penetrate the defenses manned by the Psychos, and Vires himself claimed hundreds of kills during the months of near constant attacks. Vires later learned that the pirates were after the cruiser's secret cargo of experimental weapons of mass destruction. When the squad was rescued, only seven had survived. Those seven were bestowed the highest honors, and their squad was given the chance to train further and become a special operations Blackwatch squad. They accepted.
For the past twelve years, Vires has served alongside the 22nd Lightning Psychos in the most dangerous missions Blackwatch has ever sent their teams on. Vires has watched countless men die, and only he and two other of the original Lightning Psychos remain. This has earned the three of them the nickname 'The Immortal Trio.' Some of the more religious members of the Lightning Psychos believe their unit's spirit has some special plan for the three warriors. In recent years, two years ago, percisely, Vires became the squad's leader. He leads them with the discipline and honor expected of a Turian; yet Vires is not satisfied. He will never be satisfied with being a mere soldier. Vires still dreams of becoming a general, much like his aging father.
Gear:
Firearms - Phaeston assault rifle; Krysae anti-material sniper rifle; M-6 Carnifex Hand Cannon
Explosives - ML-77 Missile Launcher; Flashbangs; Inferno grenades; high explosive grenades; proximity mines
Other - Makhaira knife; Omni-tool
Armor - Light Crisis/Hazard Armor Mk X
Vehicles - Turian Corvette 'Relentless' acts as Decius' Blackwarch squad's transport and combat vehicle. Small, maneuverable, capable of carrying a crew of ten.</s>
<|message|>Domenico Di Giamberadino "The speed freak"
"You want to know our names? Did you here that lads? The emperors true sons, want to know who we are!" Though his mind told him it was a bad idea, the inquisitor's answer had pissed him off a bit, and he wanted to make her as angry as humanly possible. So, he got out of his chair, walked up to the space marine captain and did something he would probably get shot for, and offered his hand for a shake. Though he kept the biggest, dumbest grin he'd ever made on his face, Domenico was absolutely terrified. All the relaxants in the Imperium couldn't stop the cold, nervous sweat that had broken out on his brow. He couldn't believe he was high enough to have done that, and it just got better. "I'm colonel Domenico Di Giamberadino, Regimental commander of the 1523rd Ferian penal legion, at your service my lord" Domenico was fairly certain the inquisitor was going to shoot him, actually the space marine would probably just crush him, or snap his neck or something else terrible. But now he was committed and emperor be damned he wasn't turning around till the space marine shook his hand, kiled him, or ignored him.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Abner
The Captain looked Colonel over, he was brave no doubt even those high or chem's retained enough sense not to approach the Astartes. "I look forward to watching your men fight Colonel, Redemption in the eyes of the Emperor is a worthy goal. Forgive me if I don't shake you hand however I power armor it hard to judge one's strength. Now I believe we should leave the Inquisitors ship and head down to battle. We shall command from the front as the Emperor wills, if you would you may join me in personal shuttle down, it can fit all of you and your command crew easily." Finally he turned to acknowledge the Inquisitor. "If you have need of me I will be planet side, winning your war and doing my duty and if you attempt to order MY fleet let me remind you that Brother Librarian Amos will contact the Rock, the Dark Angels are here to kill the heretics and Xenoes and leave. If you attempt tell us otherwise I'm sure Grand Master Belial wouldn't mind explaining further. He was here for one purpose and one purpose alone, to hunt Fallen Lord and to seek repentance for his brothers sin's.
Unknown Forgeworld, Ork territory
Cypher stalked quietly through the battlefield, he was searching for the guardsmen he spotted earlier, no doubt they lay up ahead, he found them sitting upon a hill, he heard one of them moan about how the Asartes took all the credit. So he spoke up, greeting them with a joke of sorts. "Yes I've come to do your job, fear not Guardsmen. The Dark Angels are here to assist, it you who deserve the credit." He smiled placed a hand on each of his pistol. "I come with a warning, it seems Chaos forces are headed this way no doubt to steal your prize, I suggest you hurry your mission along. The Chaos Space marines are much tougher than your average Ork." He spoke from experience. "I you wish I shall lead them away and buy you time. Unless you think I would steal your glory with that."</s>
<|message|>Domenico Di Giamberadino "The speed freak"
Domenico thought his heart had just burst, or maybe he was delusional, but he wasn't. A space marine had just asked him, HIM, to ride to the front with him. Domenico stood up straight,"Of course, I'll uh, gather my command squad." he then withdrew his hand and began ordering his squad to prep, and get their lazy asses up out of their nice comfortable chairs and get their collective criminal boots stomping.
As they were leaving, Domenico walked up to the inquisitor's throne, and said,"Some men in my regiment just picked up some weird looking xenos tech. They say it ain't orkish at all. I'll vox you the coordinates once rat tells them to me." With that, he winked at her, waved at the other officers, and followed the space marine captain out.</s>
<|message|>Alexander Atreides
Master Sergeant Alexander Atreides was standing on the bridge of the Undaunted Spirit as it was nearing the end of its trip through the warp, the Drop Trooper was already in full carapace armor, helmet tucked under his arm. Warp travel always unnerved the man somewhat. It wasn't like a drop where you could salvage if something went wrong with your gear. He heard the horror stories from surviving armsmen and guardsmen who had fought off daemonic incursions, hell, he knew how bad daemons could fight. He'd rather be down at the drop trooper's barracks, finalizing organization. But, as head of the Drop Trooper division of the 122nd Airborne, he had to be up here to deal with the officers and play niceties.
The overall commanding officer of the 122nd was Air Marshall Fredrick Sturmburg, or for folks outside the 122nd, Air Marshall was the equivalent of a Colonel. Beyond that, and Marshall instead of Major, the ranks worked out the same as other Guard regiments. Air Marshall Sturmburg was a good man, far as Atreides was concerned, smart, didn't let politics cloud his judgement in combat, didn't throw Atreides or his men into the grinder lightly. Respectable, at least. Sturmburg was holding an archaic watch, watching the hands on it move as it ticked down to emergence into realspace. Nodding to the comms officer, the man got onto the shipwide band. "All hands, prepare for shift into realspace. I say again, all hands, prepare for shift into realspace."
Atreides braced himself on a railing, this bit never excited him. Within moments of the relayed message, the ship tore a hole back into realspace, the Ironclad led the Naval patrol into its positions, other ships moving into screening positions around the aging model of ship. The Undaunted Spirit Began to move, while Air Marshall Sturmburg opened a hailing frequency towards the Imperial Fleet and its current leading vessel, and assuming the hail was responded to, he would begin earnestly, Sturmburg speaking with little flair or wasted verbage. "122nd Astryan Airborne, aboard the Undaunted Spirit, reporting from Astryan System as requested. Air Marshall Sturmburg, and Master Sergeant Atreides, standing by for further orders."</s>
| <|message|>Vires Decius
Turian Corvette Relentless - 3rd expeditionary fleet
"This is Captain Decius to Specialists Rae and Molras of the STG. Keep your shuttles in a tight formation behind the Relentless, I don't want you two taking any unnecessary damage if things get heavy. Activate cloaking fields and prepare to enter the atmosphere." Vires commanded from the co-pilot's seat on board the Turian Corvette Relentless. The ship was old, yet it had the most state of the art cloaking device ever developed; even the famous Normandy lacked a visual cloaking field. The trio of alien vessels began to form a triangle; the formation was soon established quickly and efficiently, and in record time. The Corvette's engines blasted out streams of blue energy as it began to rocket forward through the cold depths of space towards a strange new world. Vires stared at the holographic projections of the planet below, his expression stoic and his body language unreadable. He was preparing himself for the absolute worst. They had no idea what could happen down there; for all Vires knew, the humans would kill them all on sight. It was already assumed the even more alien forms of the green skinned creatures and their grotesque, monstrous counterparts were hostile. Most spec ops veterans would say something along the lines of 'I've been through worse' here.
They'd all be lying.
The planet below appeared to be burning. Smoke billowed up into the lower atmosphere as the Corvette broke the stratosphere and began its descent. The two shuttles followed close behind, careful to match the corvette's speed. When the corvette sliced through the cloud layer, and the surface of the planet became visible, the Turian piloting the ship next to Vires gasped."Are we really going down there, Captain?" The pilot asked after a moment, glancing at Decius."Orders are orders, Airman." Decius replies instantly, not looking his pilot in the eyes. Under any other circumstances, such doubt from a Turian would be unthinkable; especially a commando. But in a place like this...?
The corvette lowered itself between buildings effortlessly, landing in the middle of what appeared to be some kind of square. The tall structures around them were ruined and burning; the only indication that anything was alive on this barren rock was the constant sounds of laser fire, and the barking of machine guns. The Blackwatch troops poured out the back of the corvette as the ramp was lowered. The Turians spread out, keeping their Phaestons at the ready as they checked for any hostiles. The pilot and Captain Decius exited the cockpit and followed suite. Moments later the two shuttles landed side-by-side near the corvette, and the STG filed out and into the small enclosed area. Vires lifted his omni-tool towards his face and began to speak.
"This is Captain Decius to Admiral Powree; we're planetside now and establishing a perimeter around the ships. We'll be launching drones in a few minutes - expect the next visual update within the hour."</s> |
<|description|>Alexander Atreides
Race: Human
Position: Imperial Guard Master Sergeant
Appearance:
Allegiance: 122nd Astryan Airborne
Abilities:
Upon Wings of Vengeance: As head of the small, elite infantry taskforce maintained by the 122nd, Atreides has dozens of years experience leaping out of just about anything that flies in the Imperial Guard, and Navy, arsenals, and making it to the ground with the rest of his squad and their supporting gear, and making the most of this sudden assault from an unforeseen angle.
Fire for Effect: As the platoon leader, it is expected of Master Sergeant Atreides to be able to analyze a situation, pick out the most effective form of ordinance to solve the situation, and call it in. From airstrikes, artillery, and even man portable weapons, Atreides has an eye for picking out what will hurt the most, where, and when to hit with it.
From the Frozen Void, to the Hells Below: Stemming from his homeworlds close relationship with the Imperial Navy, all standing soldiers of the 122nd are trained to fight in just about any environment, from void combat and boarding actions, to the vicious street fighting and combat along open plains. For obvious reasons, Atreides is also highly competent in most fields of battle.
Bio: To know Master Sergeant Alexander Atreides, one must know his homeworld, his regiment, his upbringing and training. The Astryan system has only one habitable world, and habitable is being stretched in definition. Classified a Death World, Astryan VI orbits a supermassive star, the gravitational forces acting on the planet meaning that it spiraled far faster then a normal Terran day. With far more rapid day/night cycles, generally inhospitable atmosphere and nightmare climate shifts, scarce solid ground to settle on, and ruthless aerial predators make the world lethal to all but a select breed of man.
Each Astryan born on the planet learns fast how to fly various vehicles, sometimes before how to walk, from the home built flyers to decommissioned Imperial aircraft, always armed with at least several different automatic weapons. Dogfighting with aerial predators, traitors and criminals, and the odd invasion, every man, woman, and child that survives is already a natural pilot.
The Imperial Navy favors drawing upon these natural aces to act as pilots, and much of their tithe to the Imperium is paid in bodies, the best and brightest of each of the plateau cities pilots originally enlisting with the Imperial Navy. But a Guard Regiment was needed with the invasion of nearby systems, and the Imperial Navy had to learn to deal with a reduced number of pilots.
To raise such a regiment, the Astryan were equipped with a high number of aerial craft. Vultures and Valkyries were by far the most popular, but they got access to craft normally reserved for Naval use, such as Marauder Bombers and Thunderbolt Heavy Fighters. One suspects their close working relationship with Imperial Navy forces as a reason why, as Astryan work as often as auxiliary marines for the Navy as they do ground forces for the Guard.
But as impressive as the firepower and flexibility of the 122nd Airborne was in their air superiority, they still needed boots to put on an objective, as was their purpose to being raised. The core of the 122nd infantry were well trained, equipped, and motivated men and women who normally wouldn't have made the taxing standards required of the Aces assigned to the fliers.
Numbering barely 2,000 total troopers, the organizational structure of the infantry aspect of the is odd in the fact that no commissioned officers run the infantry aspect, their highest rank usually being a Master Sergeant. The infantry are split into four divisions, and subdivided from there as necessary, numbers and squads formed as needed rather than formally before hand, promoting flexibility in the field and not relying on command. Normally, the 122nd have to commit three to all four divisions to meet manning requirements in a theater of combat, though, so often times, the four divisions are only used as designators for where they are dropping and objectives.
Troopers are issued carapace armor and a choice of either las carbine, shotgun, or auto gun, depending on personal preference. Auto guns and shotguns are more popular, due to many simpler worlds being able to supply the ammo far easier than any sort of las weapon. Any heavy weapons must be man portable, either by a crew or individually, and for the same reason as before when it came to autoguns and shotguns, heavy stubbers and mortars are more popular than their more modern counterparts. Specialist weapons have to be drop friendly, so flamers, grenade launchers (And accompanying specialty payloads, krak being by far the most popular), and high powered hunting rifles from their home world are by far most popular, as they are durable enough to withstand a beating in a hard landing.
All troopers are issued grav chutes, and further specialty gear is on an as needed basis prior to deployments. Generally, though, light loads are preferable to being ready for anything, as its expected that a trooper can improvise what he or she needs on the field. Advancement is on merit of survival, as cowards are weeded out at the jump into combat, and survivors are either lucky, talented, or both. Promotion to Master Sergeant requires a board of senior officers of the 122nd Airborne's approval, but otherwise, promotion is left to the judgement of the Master Sergeant.
Alexander Atreides is not an uncommon story within the ranks of the 122nd Astryan Airborne's infantry ranks, although his carried on farther than most. A natural flier and hunter back on his homeworld, his practical experience with small craft and man portable gear was not helpful for a pilots life, but made him a natural fit for the infantry aspect. Recruited as part of the founding tithe of the 122nd Astryan Airborne, he was deployed on numerous fronts, and like many raw troopers, expected to either die or do great things.
Luckily for the then young man, the latter occurred. Deployed against a chaos held hive world, his first drop was into a heavily held Hive, where it had been reported no other assaults had gotten any footholds. The objectives were deceptively simple. Open the gates, and keep them open for reinforcements to relieve them. Marauder Bomber, and its Colossus variant, bombed much of the outside of the hive into oblivion, days of ceaseless bombings and raids from the massive bombers pounding the hive into supposed submission. The drop still went badly, the green regiment suffering heavy causalities as Chaos AA weapons, hidden from the bombers wrath, opened up on the descending men. Then Corporal Atreides took charge of a group of survivors, fighting to the gates and holding them open long enough to get relieved, only several hundred of the original 2,000 surviving the suicide drop.
The 122nd Airborne learned from their mistakes, however, and replenished their numbers before deployment to other theaters of war, the core veterans teaching the rookies how to survive their first drop, and Atreides made a name for always making it out alive, a core group of veterans forming the future for his command squad once he made Master Sergeant. Lacking formal schooling in warfare, tactics, or formality, he often came across as uncultured and brash when dealing with the officers of other infantry regiments in the field. But one look at the results often convinced them to overlook the Master Sergeant's demeanor, and he got along rather well with most enlisted men.
The 122nd Astryan Airborne were just finishing restocking when word came for their deployment to a new front. A Forge World, held by Chaos and having an Ork incursion occurring at the same time, and all available help was requested. The 122nd Astryan Airborne were mustered for duty, attached to a Naval patrol heading to support the already entrenched forces, the whole Guard Regiment based out of an old Ironclad, Undaunted Spirit, which had long ferried the flyboys around and was well liked by the Guard serving on it, despite the odd looks it got arriving in a system. So, with the arrival of the Undaunted Spirit and the accompanying Naval Patrol marked the beginning of the 122nd Astryan Airborne, and Master Sergeant Atreides, involvement in the battle for the Forge World.
Gear:
Combat Shotgun
Stub Revolver
Combat Knife
x1 Fragmentation Grenade
x2 Krak Grenades
Grav Chute
Carapace Armor
Rebreather Mask with Self Contained O2 Unit
Regimental Information
2,000 Drop Troopers
6,000 Airmen
Experienced
Due to Arrive in the Theater of Operations within 24 standard hours
Based out of Ironclad Class Vessel, the Undaunted Spirit
40 Marauder Bombers
10 Marauder Colossus Variants
30 Thunderbolt Heavy Fighters
120 Valkyrie Transports
40 Vulture Gunships
50 Tauros Venators
15 Drop Sentinels</s>
<|message|>Domenico Di Giamberadino "The speed freak"
"You want to know our names? Did you here that lads? The emperors true sons, want to know who we are!" Though his mind told him it was a bad idea, the inquisitor's answer had pissed him off a bit, and he wanted to make her as angry as humanly possible. So, he got out of his chair, walked up to the space marine captain and did something he would probably get shot for, and offered his hand for a shake. Though he kept the biggest, dumbest grin he'd ever made on his face, Domenico was absolutely terrified. All the relaxants in the Imperium couldn't stop the cold, nervous sweat that had broken out on his brow. He couldn't believe he was high enough to have done that, and it just got better. "I'm colonel Domenico Di Giamberadino, Regimental commander of the 1523rd Ferian penal legion, at your service my lord" Domenico was fairly certain the inquisitor was going to shoot him, actually the space marine would probably just crush him, or snap his neck or something else terrible. But now he was committed and emperor be damned he wasn't turning around till the space marine shook his hand, kiled him, or ignored him.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Abner
The Captain looked Colonel over, he was brave no doubt even those high or chem's retained enough sense not to approach the Astartes. "I look forward to watching your men fight Colonel, Redemption in the eyes of the Emperor is a worthy goal. Forgive me if I don't shake you hand however I power armor it hard to judge one's strength. Now I believe we should leave the Inquisitors ship and head down to battle. We shall command from the front as the Emperor wills, if you would you may join me in personal shuttle down, it can fit all of you and your command crew easily." Finally he turned to acknowledge the Inquisitor. "If you have need of me I will be planet side, winning your war and doing my duty and if you attempt to order MY fleet let me remind you that Brother Librarian Amos will contact the Rock, the Dark Angels are here to kill the heretics and Xenoes and leave. If you attempt tell us otherwise I'm sure Grand Master Belial wouldn't mind explaining further. He was here for one purpose and one purpose alone, to hunt Fallen Lord and to seek repentance for his brothers sin's.
Unknown Forgeworld, Ork territory
Cypher stalked quietly through the battlefield, he was searching for the guardsmen he spotted earlier, no doubt they lay up ahead, he found them sitting upon a hill, he heard one of them moan about how the Asartes took all the credit. So he spoke up, greeting them with a joke of sorts. "Yes I've come to do your job, fear not Guardsmen. The Dark Angels are here to assist, it you who deserve the credit." He smiled placed a hand on each of his pistol. "I come with a warning, it seems Chaos forces are headed this way no doubt to steal your prize, I suggest you hurry your mission along. The Chaos Space marines are much tougher than your average Ork." He spoke from experience. "I you wish I shall lead them away and buy you time. Unless you think I would steal your glory with that."</s>
<|message|>Domenico Di Giamberadino "The speed freak"
Domenico thought his heart had just burst, or maybe he was delusional, but he wasn't. A space marine had just asked him, HIM, to ride to the front with him. Domenico stood up straight,"Of course, I'll uh, gather my command squad." he then withdrew his hand and began ordering his squad to prep, and get their lazy asses up out of their nice comfortable chairs and get their collective criminal boots stomping.
As they were leaving, Domenico walked up to the inquisitor's throne, and said,"Some men in my regiment just picked up some weird looking xenos tech. They say it ain't orkish at all. I'll vox you the coordinates once rat tells them to me." With that, he winked at her, waved at the other officers, and followed the space marine captain out.</s>
| <|message|>Alexander Atreides
Master Sergeant Alexander Atreides was standing on the bridge of the Undaunted Spirit as it was nearing the end of its trip through the warp, the Drop Trooper was already in full carapace armor, helmet tucked under his arm. Warp travel always unnerved the man somewhat. It wasn't like a drop where you could salvage if something went wrong with your gear. He heard the horror stories from surviving armsmen and guardsmen who had fought off daemonic incursions, hell, he knew how bad daemons could fight. He'd rather be down at the drop trooper's barracks, finalizing organization. But, as head of the Drop Trooper division of the 122nd Airborne, he had to be up here to deal with the officers and play niceties.
The overall commanding officer of the 122nd was Air Marshall Fredrick Sturmburg, or for folks outside the 122nd, Air Marshall was the equivalent of a Colonel. Beyond that, and Marshall instead of Major, the ranks worked out the same as other Guard regiments. Air Marshall Sturmburg was a good man, far as Atreides was concerned, smart, didn't let politics cloud his judgement in combat, didn't throw Atreides or his men into the grinder lightly. Respectable, at least. Sturmburg was holding an archaic watch, watching the hands on it move as it ticked down to emergence into realspace. Nodding to the comms officer, the man got onto the shipwide band. "All hands, prepare for shift into realspace. I say again, all hands, prepare for shift into realspace."
Atreides braced himself on a railing, this bit never excited him. Within moments of the relayed message, the ship tore a hole back into realspace, the Ironclad led the Naval patrol into its positions, other ships moving into screening positions around the aging model of ship. The Undaunted Spirit Began to move, while Air Marshall Sturmburg opened a hailing frequency towards the Imperial Fleet and its current leading vessel, and assuming the hail was responded to, he would begin earnestly, Sturmburg speaking with little flair or wasted verbage. "122nd Astryan Airborne, aboard the Undaunted Spirit, reporting from Astryan System as requested. Air Marshall Sturmburg, and Master Sergeant Atreides, standing by for further orders."</s> |
<|description|>Arin Kurokawa
Let the games begin!
Nickname: Arin
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Powers: As a human, he only has telepathy. As a dinosaur, he has the ability breathe ice and freeze his enemies with it. He also has a very strong body.
Species: Human/Dinosaur
Appearance(s): Human: Dinosaur:
Crush: Ayaka(not here atm)
Relationship: Ayaka(same as above)
Spouse(Because I wanted to XD): "That won't be for a long while."
Children(same as above): "...."
Personality: Friendly, loves to help others even if he doesn't know them. As nice as he is, he does have a temper.
History: TBR
Other: Becomes a giant dinosaur whenever he's angry. Knowing this, Arin tries to keep a positive attitude when he can.
Name: Hunter
Nickname: None
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Powers: Death and Shadow magic.
Species: Necromancer
Appearance:
Crush: "As if!"
Relationship: "I am far too busy with other things."
Spouse: "Okay, that's enough questions, go away."
Children: "I hate those little tykes. Now, get out of my sight!"
Personality: Evil, cunning, Rude. When he wants something, it's usually for his own personal gain. Cares only for himself and no one else(or so he says). The rest is TBR.
History(optional): "Why would I waste my breath when I have more important things to do?"
Other: Still has shadow figures as his minions, but is thinking about upgrading to something else. Loves to torture Arin.
Name: Ace
Nickname: none
Age: 16, but acts like a child.
Gender: Male
Powers: Switching from dog to human at will.
Species: Inu(half-dog and half-human)
Appearance(s):
Crush: None
Relationship: Single
Spouse: He's too immature for this.
Children: There's no way this would happen.
Personality: Happy-go-lucky, Carefree, Extremely friendly, Excitable, Easy to get along with, never stops talking even when asked to. He can be annoying at times, but means well.
History: "Why worry about the past?"
Other: He's an idiot who loves doughnuts.
Name: Price Rockstar
Nickname: None
Age: 20 (Real age: He lost count)
Gender: Male
Powers: Normal: Telepathy and flying. Demon: Able to become as tall as a skyscraper after overfeeding on human blood.
Species: Vampire with a hint a demon. (He's not a hybrid)
Appearance(s): Normal: Demon: (ignore the glasses)
Crush: none
Relationship: Single
Spouse: No
Children: "No, and I'm not sure if that's a good idea anyhow."
Personality: Price is such a sweet person to where he can come off as too friendly.
History: He'd rather not talk about it.
Other: His demon can be triggered in three ways: 1. A human sits or stands to close to him. 2. He is surrounded by humans. 3. Simply by the smell of human blood. Due to this, he prefers to feed off animal blood rather than human. He also tends to avoid humans in fear of hurting them. On a side note: He plays guitar(though he might not get to have it here).
Name: Virgil
Nickname: none
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Powers: none Super strength and giantism
Species: Human/Titan
Appearance(s): Human: Titan: (can't control himself in this from)
Crush: none
Relationship: none
Spouse: None
Children: none
Personality: Friendly, Polite, Insecure, Timid and Lovable.
History(optional): TBR
Other: Has a sometimes glowing scar on his right shoulder which he covers with a jacket.</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin sighed before heading back in the direction of the forest, the inu(Ace) following behind him.
Price eventually came upon five people, one group being what appeared to be triplets with an older boy watching over them and the fifth person being a girl(Aniram) who didn't seem related to them at all. With his keen sense of smell, he could tell none of these were human. Relieved, he began to approach the triplets and whoever else was there.
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(Still in his lair)
Hunter had finished the spell for summoning shadow creatures and looked up from his book to see what he caught. They seem fairly stronger than my last group of shadow minions. He grinned at the thought as he only hoped these newer minions could defeat someone he liked to call Dino-Boy(Arin).</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque grunted softly as his prediction hit the mark. Although he didn't show it, he felt a bit of pity for Priscilla, as he tale was one that many an adventurer shared. "Your mission is admirable Slayer, but you should take care not to let your goal blind you when the time comes to do what you have to do. You sound as though you have the will to take your revenge, however that's not enough. Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive." Jacque said as he lightly tugged a braid again. Although he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him would realize it, he'd intentionally used the word 'survive' rather than 'win'. In battle there were far too many variables for a fight to have a clear outcome, and though he didn't speak of it, Jacque knew all too well that like many who had come before her, there was always the possibility that Priscilla would be the one that was slain in battle.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James spoke telepathically to Jacque while he kept digging. "Not this one. He's stupid, and arrogant. He'll underestimate her, and be killed because of it. He is royalty after all. And royalty are too naive."</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla stumbled as her foot caught on a rock in her path, but she recovered quick and continued at her determined pace. She felt the tingling in her fingertips and the pain behind her eye returning. They were nearing the swamp and in turn, the swamp drake. The smell of brimstone and rotting plant had become stronger and her mouth was beginning to feel like the scales of a desert wyrm. Omens all, but at this point nothing was going to deter her from her goal.
She chuckled at the statement and nodded in the affirmative, "Oh yes, I've seen the temptations that the scaled folk can present us mortals with. I can assure you, supposed prince or not, there is nothing this squirming wretch can offer up to save itself now. And don't worry, I think best when I'm in the thick of conflict." She felt it unnecessary to mention that it was the only area that she considered herself as thinking well in. Her grip on her blade tightened. "I've come too far to be thrown off now."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
The ranger's mouth quirked slightly at the sudden intrusion into his mind, "How odd. I've never met a drake that was slow in the mind. That being said, your views on those that bear the crowns blessing is a bit naive in and on itself. You speak as if all who have royal blood in their veins are naive. I've found that the number of intelligent royals vastly out numbers the fools, it's just that the fools tend to be the most vocal. The actions of a few and all of that." Jacque retorted mentally whilst brushing a bit of sand from his cloak.
Turning his attention back to Priscilla, Jacque nodded though the gesture was lost given the fact that she looked ahead. "So long as you are certain. Still, this will be it's playing field. I'll honor your request to stand aside during your fight, however if you'd like information regarding the swamp i'd be willing to impart some. Fae touched lands are not lands that one should enter without caution, and this place will be no exception.".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla looked back to the large man and felt her lips part in a grin. It was enjoyable to not have to travel this last stretch of her journey alone, and the advantage of having a local to offer guidance was not lost on her as she nodded back at him. "Well, these being the lands that you live in, and the knowledge of those attuned with nature is always a welcome commodity to we Slayers on our hunts. But first allow me to ask you something. You have the smell of a man who has dedicated himself to the wilds, seen its secrets and tended to its denizens. Am I correct in the assumption that you are some sort of druid? Maybe a guardian of the wood? You strike me as a keeper of the peace."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin went into the forest and continued walking.
Ace sighed, he was growing bored. He looked up at the one he was following. "Can we play I spy?" He asked.
Arin looked at the pup. "I don't see why not." He smiled as he said this.</s>
<|message|>Evermore (She had a option to make up a name)
Ever started to feel tired of flying around watching people talk to each other and analyzing a few of them. They all seemed very interesting to her, and it gave her curiosity of what they all could do. She felt get wings start to get sore which made her let out a soft groan. She has been flying around for quite a while without anyone even knowing. Sometimes it does suck that she couldn't speak at all. And the only way to talk was if she was around people making words with the energy in her.
So to help her sore wings, she flew to the ground gracefully enjoying the feel of the wind passing through her. She was starting to get lonely which made her frown a bit. Her big wings helped her cover her body from sight as they curled a bit around her.</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Virgil
A man with shoulder-length white hair, wearing a white tank top covered by a black leather jacket was awoken by the taste of sand in his mouth. He stood up and brushed himself off. Looking up, he saw he was on some sort of island or beach which was connected to a dense-looking forest in the distance. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he decided not to worry about that and enjoy his time here.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"A druid? No, no, nothing so magically adept. You're spot on with your next assumption however. I'm a member of the Ranger's guild. Been one since I was about sixteen." Jacque said as he reached out and touched the soil gently. The ranger brought his hand back and sniffed some of the dirt slightly before brushing his hand on his pants. James' digging was getting them closer to the swamp faster than he'd originally thought, impressing Jacque a bit. "As for keeping the peace, well, I do what I can to help. And yourself? You don't seem nervous, nor particularly arrogant, so you're clearly not that new at this, how long have you been a Slayer?".</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Amos upon the old chair, but not really as he was only a spirit who didn't have a body, so he was more just suspended on it. His power was returning in that old room with the silence that was deafening. Somewhere deep down he reminisced about the touch of the sun but it was quickly replaced with an insatiable hunger for chaos. He looked at the gem upon its pedestal and came to realize that it was a curse if anything, or a demon was in it. The corpses seemed to scream that something nefarious had happened here long ago. He turned his mind back to his dark ent and the ramification of such an act of corruption. Would it spread? Would it die easily? So many questions, but he would have to wait for the answers, for now he needed to recharge a bit more.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
"Oh a ranger is it? I've worked with your guild before quite a few times. Helped me to track down quite a few nasty creatures until I learned to properly track my quarry for myself. Good folk, the rangers." Jovial and warm was her tone as she hopped over a small hole with a clatter and a grunt. She was not beginning to tire, but rather beginning to bore of walking. The torch was making her sweat in her plate, and the dark of the cave was almost oppressive. "I now realise that I would have preferred to have taken the surface, but I guess we get there either way." She muttered to herself before concentrating her attentions on Jacque's question.
"I began my training young. Three and ten years if I remember correct," She brings up her sword-hand and looks to count over her curled fingers for a moment before nodding, "Yes, three and ten. This wretch we are moving towards had already ruined my village and my family, so I asked the waves for guidance. They pushed me to the Slayers. I hid away in one of their caravans and when I was found out, I begged them to train me to hunt monsters." She chuckled lightly, a bubbly but gruff sound. "I took to it like a bird to the air. Found that it was the one thing that I was truly exceptional at. Soon enough I was leading parties, training recruits of my own and hunting the big game. Dragons, Hydras, Giants and the sort. I was well on my way to becoming one of the Purifiers and taking the hunts a step further when I caught wind of this disgusting creature on the rise once more, so I requested leave to hunt it for myself. Now I'm here."
She takes a look up the tunnel and growls in annoyance. "By the depths, how much farther until I can see sunlight again!?"</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I prefer the darkness myself, but then again I am half vampire."</s>
| <|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin and Ace continued to explore the forest while playing a game of 'I spy'. As he was doing that, Arin was also keeping a look out for anything suspicious as he knew someone would try to pick a fight with him eventually.
Ace looked around for something to use for his little 'game' and said, "I spy something brown with leaves on the top."
Arin smiled while shaking his head in amusement. "A tree." He replied in a simple manner.
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Price moved a little bit closer to the triplets and Aniram, hoping one of these people would notice him. Then again, he could go the other route and attempt a greeting. He decided to go with the latter and waved at them.
Virgil decided to find out if there were others stuck here and if he was right, he would have two questions for whoever came up to him.</s> |
<|description|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Nickname(optional): The One, The Night, Shadow
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Powers: Shadow manipulation, Becomes stronger in dark places especially nighttime
Weaknesses: He has no love of light or relationships
Species: Spirit
Appearance(s):
Crush: None
Relationship: None
Spouse: Once had a lover, but that was along time ago.
Children: Many children, some dead, some alive.
Personality: Amos is dark, brooding, unhappy and some would say evil. He cares little for mortals, as they are not his kind and tend to break easily. He once had a romantic side to him, but whether it is still there, not even he knows.
History(optional): Amos is a spirit, so he simply came into existence one day instead of being born. He was not always as he is now, yes, in fact he was once adored and loved by the spirits he called friends. As he was a guardian of the forest he called home and was not to be trifled with. However, upon a full moon one night in an age long since forgotten he found her, his love. Her name was Camektris and she was not just a spirit but something far darker. He was in love, but it was slowly consuming him, twisting his original purpose of growing, into an abomination. His works withered, died and he was shunned. Amos became a shadow of his former self and when he turned to Camektris, she was no where to be found. In his anguish he finally learned what hatred was, and destroyed the entire forest, and when it was done, he lost his ability to have a physical body. Severally weakened he slept, appearing occasionally to witness the world and find a way to have a body of his own again. His dealings in mortal affairs caused many to fear him, some to worship him and led others to attempt his destruction.
Other: "Let the games begin"</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James nodded, then leaped about 20 feet in the air, spinning as he came back down almost like a drill as he extended the horns on his head to burrow through the ground, and made his way towards the swamp at high speed.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Down he went into the temple, exploring the numerous rooms, finding some gold and gems. All useless to him but he questioned why they were there in the first place. He soon arrived in what he presumed was the central chamber to find what looked like an old sacrifice and a treasure horde. Skeletal remains littered the place and in a circle of dead bodies wearing tattered robes, a blood red gem sat upon a pedestal. An aura of corruption seemed to flow from it, so he decided to let it lay there, knowing that it would not effect him in the slightest. The treasure about the room came in many forms, more gems, gold, weapons and armor. Something was amiss however, as it all seemed to be tainted but to a mortal there would be no difference. At the back of the room sat a table and a chair, to which he sat in the chair, regaining his powers quickly.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"Well, here we go!" Zecurst said eagerly.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque smiled softly and looked to the tree line when Priscilla asked of the secrets of the land he'd called home, "This island is inhabited by a fairly sizable number of faefolk. It's safe to say there could be any number of mysteries about these lands.". Thus far things were going well for Jacque, in fact, they were going even better than he'd hoped. His arrival had been well received by the group, and while his adventure might have been starting a bit closer to home than he'd hoped, beggars couldn't be choosers. The ranger nodded silently at Priscilla's implied invitation and began to follow the others into the hole, grimacing slightly at the method used to travel to their location, as he knew the island well enough to find a discrete way to the swamps, but ultimately deciding not to raise too much of a fuss about it. It was indeed dark, however Jacque's sharpened senses allowed him to follow behind the Slayer ahead of him whilst at the same time keeping a comfortable distance. The ranger kept a relatively leisurely pace, after all, nearly every species of dragon, be they wyverns, wyrms, drakes, or naga, never strayed far from a location that they had marked as there. In all honesty, the only species of dragons Jacque could think of that didn't stay in one location would be those that inhabited the sea. "You mentioned that this creature was yours alone to kill, and I recognize that gleam you've got in your eye. With the species we're after and the way you're treating this situation, i'm guessing the swamp drake razed your village to the ground. Would that be correct?".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The tunnel was dark enough that Priscilla's torch could only light up a few meters around her, the disturbed dust and debris was thick in the air, stymieing the warm glow of the fire in her hand. She drew her blade slowly, squinting her eyes as if to pierce through the obfuscating clouds of dirt, and hefted it in one hand with relative ease. Years spent in the training yard and on the hunt have made her strong, and she was proficient with wielding the bastard blade's weight fluidly in either hand or both. The torchlight glinted off of the blade, highlighting the nicks and scratches in its surface, but also showing the keen edge it held. The sword's handle was decorated with rune-embroidered strips of cloth that dangled over its macelike pommel and lop-sided cross-guard
Jacque's question caught her off-guard, making her pause in her step. The saddened expression on her face was known only to her in this dim lighting and closed-off space. She looked back, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she spoke. "That is a very good guess. Yes. The foul creature ruined my home," The memory was still fresh in her mind, whilst she had forgotten the name of the village and exactly where it was, she still remembered the events that drove her this far. She continued with anger in her voice, "Defiled the waters and devoured those I held dear." She spat in disgust, moving now with more purpose.
"For that it will bleed."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin sighed before heading back in the direction of the forest, the inu(Ace) following behind him.
Price eventually came upon five people, one group being what appeared to be triplets with an older boy watching over them and the fifth person being a girl(Aniram) who didn't seem related to them at all. With his keen sense of smell, he could tell none of these were human. Relieved, he began to approach the triplets and whoever else was there.
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(Still in his lair)
Hunter had finished the spell for summoning shadow creatures and looked up from his book to see what he caught. They seem fairly stronger than my last group of shadow minions. He grinned at the thought as he only hoped these newer minions could defeat someone he liked to call Dino-Boy(Arin).</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque grunted softly as his prediction hit the mark. Although he didn't show it, he felt a bit of pity for Priscilla, as he tale was one that many an adventurer shared. "Your mission is admirable Slayer, but you should take care not to let your goal blind you when the time comes to do what you have to do. You sound as though you have the will to take your revenge, however that's not enough. Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive." Jacque said as he lightly tugged a braid again. Although he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him would realize it, he'd intentionally used the word 'survive' rather than 'win'. In battle there were far too many variables for a fight to have a clear outcome, and though he didn't speak of it, Jacque knew all too well that like many who had come before her, there was always the possibility that Priscilla would be the one that was slain in battle.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James spoke telepathically to Jacque while he kept digging. "Not this one. He's stupid, and arrogant. He'll underestimate her, and be killed because of it. He is royalty after all. And royalty are too naive."</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla stumbled as her foot caught on a rock in her path, but she recovered quick and continued at her determined pace. She felt the tingling in her fingertips and the pain behind her eye returning. They were nearing the swamp and in turn, the swamp drake. The smell of brimstone and rotting plant had become stronger and her mouth was beginning to feel like the scales of a desert wyrm. Omens all, but at this point nothing was going to deter her from her goal.
She chuckled at the statement and nodded in the affirmative, "Oh yes, I've seen the temptations that the scaled folk can present us mortals with. I can assure you, supposed prince or not, there is nothing this squirming wretch can offer up to save itself now. And don't worry, I think best when I'm in the thick of conflict." She felt it unnecessary to mention that it was the only area that she considered herself as thinking well in. Her grip on her blade tightened. "I've come too far to be thrown off now."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
The ranger's mouth quirked slightly at the sudden intrusion into his mind, "How odd. I've never met a drake that was slow in the mind. That being said, your views on those that bear the crowns blessing is a bit naive in and on itself. You speak as if all who have royal blood in their veins are naive. I've found that the number of intelligent royals vastly out numbers the fools, it's just that the fools tend to be the most vocal. The actions of a few and all of that." Jacque retorted mentally whilst brushing a bit of sand from his cloak.
Turning his attention back to Priscilla, Jacque nodded though the gesture was lost given the fact that she looked ahead. "So long as you are certain. Still, this will be it's playing field. I'll honor your request to stand aside during your fight, however if you'd like information regarding the swamp i'd be willing to impart some. Fae touched lands are not lands that one should enter without caution, and this place will be no exception.".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla looked back to the large man and felt her lips part in a grin. It was enjoyable to not have to travel this last stretch of her journey alone, and the advantage of having a local to offer guidance was not lost on her as she nodded back at him. "Well, these being the lands that you live in, and the knowledge of those attuned with nature is always a welcome commodity to we Slayers on our hunts. But first allow me to ask you something. You have the smell of a man who has dedicated himself to the wilds, seen its secrets and tended to its denizens. Am I correct in the assumption that you are some sort of druid? Maybe a guardian of the wood? You strike me as a keeper of the peace."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin went into the forest and continued walking.
Ace sighed, he was growing bored. He looked up at the one he was following. "Can we play I spy?" He asked.
Arin looked at the pup. "I don't see why not." He smiled as he said this.</s>
<|message|>Evermore (She had a option to make up a name)
Ever started to feel tired of flying around watching people talk to each other and analyzing a few of them. They all seemed very interesting to her, and it gave her curiosity of what they all could do. She felt get wings start to get sore which made her let out a soft groan. She has been flying around for quite a while without anyone even knowing. Sometimes it does suck that she couldn't speak at all. And the only way to talk was if she was around people making words with the energy in her.
So to help her sore wings, she flew to the ground gracefully enjoying the feel of the wind passing through her. She was starting to get lonely which made her frown a bit. Her big wings helped her cover her body from sight as they curled a bit around her.</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Virgil
A man with shoulder-length white hair, wearing a white tank top covered by a black leather jacket was awoken by the taste of sand in his mouth. He stood up and brushed himself off. Looking up, he saw he was on some sort of island or beach which was connected to a dense-looking forest in the distance. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he decided not to worry about that and enjoy his time here.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"A druid? No, no, nothing so magically adept. You're spot on with your next assumption however. I'm a member of the Ranger's guild. Been one since I was about sixteen." Jacque said as he reached out and touched the soil gently. The ranger brought his hand back and sniffed some of the dirt slightly before brushing his hand on his pants. James' digging was getting them closer to the swamp faster than he'd originally thought, impressing Jacque a bit. "As for keeping the peace, well, I do what I can to help. And yourself? You don't seem nervous, nor particularly arrogant, so you're clearly not that new at this, how long have you been a Slayer?".</s>
| <|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Amos upon the old chair, but not really as he was only a spirit who didn't have a body, so he was more just suspended on it. His power was returning in that old room with the silence that was deafening. Somewhere deep down he reminisced about the touch of the sun but it was quickly replaced with an insatiable hunger for chaos. He looked at the gem upon its pedestal and came to realize that it was a curse if anything, or a demon was in it. The corpses seemed to scream that something nefarious had happened here long ago. He turned his mind back to his dark ent and the ramification of such an act of corruption. Would it spread? Would it die easily? So many questions, but he would have to wait for the answers, for now he needed to recharge a bit more.</s> |
<|description|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
Nickname(optional):Ze
Age:500
Gender: Male
Powers: Control over fire, flight, essence drain, regeneration, strength increases the more he feeds on blood, extreme longlivity
Species: Half dragon half vampire
Appearance(s
Crush:None
Personality: Kindhearted, fights against his demonic half trying to do good in the world only feeds on animals and evil beings
History(optional):His mother is a purple dragon and his father is a vampire that uses his vampiric powers for good they soon fell in love resulting in Ze's birth
Mother
Father
Let the games begin</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"Well, here we go!" Zecurst said eagerly.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque smiled softly and looked to the tree line when Priscilla asked of the secrets of the land he'd called home, "This island is inhabited by a fairly sizable number of faefolk. It's safe to say there could be any number of mysteries about these lands.". Thus far things were going well for Jacque, in fact, they were going even better than he'd hoped. His arrival had been well received by the group, and while his adventure might have been starting a bit closer to home than he'd hoped, beggars couldn't be choosers. The ranger nodded silently at Priscilla's implied invitation and began to follow the others into the hole, grimacing slightly at the method used to travel to their location, as he knew the island well enough to find a discrete way to the swamps, but ultimately deciding not to raise too much of a fuss about it. It was indeed dark, however Jacque's sharpened senses allowed him to follow behind the Slayer ahead of him whilst at the same time keeping a comfortable distance. The ranger kept a relatively leisurely pace, after all, nearly every species of dragon, be they wyverns, wyrms, drakes, or naga, never strayed far from a location that they had marked as there. In all honesty, the only species of dragons Jacque could think of that didn't stay in one location would be those that inhabited the sea. "You mentioned that this creature was yours alone to kill, and I recognize that gleam you've got in your eye. With the species we're after and the way you're treating this situation, i'm guessing the swamp drake razed your village to the ground. Would that be correct?".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The tunnel was dark enough that Priscilla's torch could only light up a few meters around her, the disturbed dust and debris was thick in the air, stymieing the warm glow of the fire in her hand. She drew her blade slowly, squinting her eyes as if to pierce through the obfuscating clouds of dirt, and hefted it in one hand with relative ease. Years spent in the training yard and on the hunt have made her strong, and she was proficient with wielding the bastard blade's weight fluidly in either hand or both. The torchlight glinted off of the blade, highlighting the nicks and scratches in its surface, but also showing the keen edge it held. The sword's handle was decorated with rune-embroidered strips of cloth that dangled over its macelike pommel and lop-sided cross-guard
Jacque's question caught her off-guard, making her pause in her step. The saddened expression on her face was known only to her in this dim lighting and closed-off space. She looked back, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she spoke. "That is a very good guess. Yes. The foul creature ruined my home," The memory was still fresh in her mind, whilst she had forgotten the name of the village and exactly where it was, she still remembered the events that drove her this far. She continued with anger in her voice, "Defiled the waters and devoured those I held dear." She spat in disgust, moving now with more purpose.
"For that it will bleed."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin sighed before heading back in the direction of the forest, the inu(Ace) following behind him.
Price eventually came upon five people, one group being what appeared to be triplets with an older boy watching over them and the fifth person being a girl(Aniram) who didn't seem related to them at all. With his keen sense of smell, he could tell none of these were human. Relieved, he began to approach the triplets and whoever else was there.
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(Still in his lair)
Hunter had finished the spell for summoning shadow creatures and looked up from his book to see what he caught. They seem fairly stronger than my last group of shadow minions. He grinned at the thought as he only hoped these newer minions could defeat someone he liked to call Dino-Boy(Arin).</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque grunted softly as his prediction hit the mark. Although he didn't show it, he felt a bit of pity for Priscilla, as he tale was one that many an adventurer shared. "Your mission is admirable Slayer, but you should take care not to let your goal blind you when the time comes to do what you have to do. You sound as though you have the will to take your revenge, however that's not enough. Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive." Jacque said as he lightly tugged a braid again. Although he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him would realize it, he'd intentionally used the word 'survive' rather than 'win'. In battle there were far too many variables for a fight to have a clear outcome, and though he didn't speak of it, Jacque knew all too well that like many who had come before her, there was always the possibility that Priscilla would be the one that was slain in battle.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James spoke telepathically to Jacque while he kept digging. "Not this one. He's stupid, and arrogant. He'll underestimate her, and be killed because of it. He is royalty after all. And royalty are too naive."</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla stumbled as her foot caught on a rock in her path, but she recovered quick and continued at her determined pace. She felt the tingling in her fingertips and the pain behind her eye returning. They were nearing the swamp and in turn, the swamp drake. The smell of brimstone and rotting plant had become stronger and her mouth was beginning to feel like the scales of a desert wyrm. Omens all, but at this point nothing was going to deter her from her goal.
She chuckled at the statement and nodded in the affirmative, "Oh yes, I've seen the temptations that the scaled folk can present us mortals with. I can assure you, supposed prince or not, there is nothing this squirming wretch can offer up to save itself now. And don't worry, I think best when I'm in the thick of conflict." She felt it unnecessary to mention that it was the only area that she considered herself as thinking well in. Her grip on her blade tightened. "I've come too far to be thrown off now."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
The ranger's mouth quirked slightly at the sudden intrusion into his mind, "How odd. I've never met a drake that was slow in the mind. That being said, your views on those that bear the crowns blessing is a bit naive in and on itself. You speak as if all who have royal blood in their veins are naive. I've found that the number of intelligent royals vastly out numbers the fools, it's just that the fools tend to be the most vocal. The actions of a few and all of that." Jacque retorted mentally whilst brushing a bit of sand from his cloak.
Turning his attention back to Priscilla, Jacque nodded though the gesture was lost given the fact that she looked ahead. "So long as you are certain. Still, this will be it's playing field. I'll honor your request to stand aside during your fight, however if you'd like information regarding the swamp i'd be willing to impart some. Fae touched lands are not lands that one should enter without caution, and this place will be no exception.".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla looked back to the large man and felt her lips part in a grin. It was enjoyable to not have to travel this last stretch of her journey alone, and the advantage of having a local to offer guidance was not lost on her as she nodded back at him. "Well, these being the lands that you live in, and the knowledge of those attuned with nature is always a welcome commodity to we Slayers on our hunts. But first allow me to ask you something. You have the smell of a man who has dedicated himself to the wilds, seen its secrets and tended to its denizens. Am I correct in the assumption that you are some sort of druid? Maybe a guardian of the wood? You strike me as a keeper of the peace."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin went into the forest and continued walking.
Ace sighed, he was growing bored. He looked up at the one he was following. "Can we play I spy?" He asked.
Arin looked at the pup. "I don't see why not." He smiled as he said this.</s>
<|message|>Evermore (She had a option to make up a name)
Ever started to feel tired of flying around watching people talk to each other and analyzing a few of them. They all seemed very interesting to her, and it gave her curiosity of what they all could do. She felt get wings start to get sore which made her let out a soft groan. She has been flying around for quite a while without anyone even knowing. Sometimes it does suck that she couldn't speak at all. And the only way to talk was if she was around people making words with the energy in her.
So to help her sore wings, she flew to the ground gracefully enjoying the feel of the wind passing through her. She was starting to get lonely which made her frown a bit. Her big wings helped her cover her body from sight as they curled a bit around her.</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Virgil
A man with shoulder-length white hair, wearing a white tank top covered by a black leather jacket was awoken by the taste of sand in his mouth. He stood up and brushed himself off. Looking up, he saw he was on some sort of island or beach which was connected to a dense-looking forest in the distance. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he decided not to worry about that and enjoy his time here.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"A druid? No, no, nothing so magically adept. You're spot on with your next assumption however. I'm a member of the Ranger's guild. Been one since I was about sixteen." Jacque said as he reached out and touched the soil gently. The ranger brought his hand back and sniffed some of the dirt slightly before brushing his hand on his pants. James' digging was getting them closer to the swamp faster than he'd originally thought, impressing Jacque a bit. "As for keeping the peace, well, I do what I can to help. And yourself? You don't seem nervous, nor particularly arrogant, so you're clearly not that new at this, how long have you been a Slayer?".</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Amos upon the old chair, but not really as he was only a spirit who didn't have a body, so he was more just suspended on it. His power was returning in that old room with the silence that was deafening. Somewhere deep down he reminisced about the touch of the sun but it was quickly replaced with an insatiable hunger for chaos. He looked at the gem upon its pedestal and came to realize that it was a curse if anything, or a demon was in it. The corpses seemed to scream that something nefarious had happened here long ago. He turned his mind back to his dark ent and the ramification of such an act of corruption. Would it spread? Would it die easily? So many questions, but he would have to wait for the answers, for now he needed to recharge a bit more.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
"Oh a ranger is it? I've worked with your guild before quite a few times. Helped me to track down quite a few nasty creatures until I learned to properly track my quarry for myself. Good folk, the rangers." Jovial and warm was her tone as she hopped over a small hole with a clatter and a grunt. She was not beginning to tire, but rather beginning to bore of walking. The torch was making her sweat in her plate, and the dark of the cave was almost oppressive. "I now realise that I would have preferred to have taken the surface, but I guess we get there either way." She muttered to herself before concentrating her attentions on Jacque's question.
"I began my training young. Three and ten years if I remember correct," She brings up her sword-hand and looks to count over her curled fingers for a moment before nodding, "Yes, three and ten. This wretch we are moving towards had already ruined my village and my family, so I asked the waves for guidance. They pushed me to the Slayers. I hid away in one of their caravans and when I was found out, I begged them to train me to hunt monsters." She chuckled lightly, a bubbly but gruff sound. "I took to it like a bird to the air. Found that it was the one thing that I was truly exceptional at. Soon enough I was leading parties, training recruits of my own and hunting the big game. Dragons, Hydras, Giants and the sort. I was well on my way to becoming one of the Purifiers and taking the hunts a step further when I caught wind of this disgusting creature on the rise once more, so I requested leave to hunt it for myself. Now I'm here."
She takes a look up the tunnel and growls in annoyance. "By the depths, how much farther until I can see sunlight again!?"</s>
| <|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I prefer the darkness myself, but then again I am half vampire."</s> |
<|description|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
Nickname(optional):
Age: immortal. he doesn't age
Gender: Male
Powers: James not only has all the powers of your basic fire dragon, he also is able to switch between the powers of the various kinds of dragons, and can even change forms, but only to the various kinds of dragons, even the kinds that have truly been made extinct, giving him all their strengths and weaknesses.
Species: Dragonspawn: He's the truly perfected dragon, after they had to evolve because they were hunted constantly. He has the appearance of a human, but the power of the ultimate dragon.
Appearance(s): Looks
Crush: none.
Relationship: none
Spouse(Because I wanted to XD): none
Children(same as above): none
Personality: James is actually a very calm person, never showing emotion unless he has to. He will occasionally show happiness, but he never shows negative emotions, and just kind of pushes anything that bothers him to the side.
History(optional): TBR
Other: Let the games begin!</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin looked around while walking and noticed a heavily wooded area which he deemed a forest, but hadn't gone in just yet. He was hoping to make a few friends here and there as he walked away from the forest and over to where he hoped he'd find a nice group of people.
Ace shifted to his dog form while happily following. "I thought we were exploring." He said, wagging his tail.
Arin looked over his shoulder at Ace. "We are, I just wanted to make a few more friends while we're at it." He said.
Ace nodded before saying, "Okay."
Price was still was trying find someone new to bond with while making sure the person he met would not be a human. It wasn't that he didn't like humans, he just couldn't be around them for reasons unknown to anyone but him and any friends he made in the past.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James couldn't help but laugh. "That sounds like him. He tends to not let any other animals on his territory that he claims." He looked at Priscilla. "I can lead you to him. I know his scent," he said, sprouting his draconic wings.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I could help in the battle if you want my help, after all cleansing the world of evil is a personal goal of mine."</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla's eyes lit up with elated glee at the mention that her quarry might be nearby. She clapped, creating a crude noise of steel colliding with steel as she celebrated. "Oh thank the waves! Finally, after all this searching, I can bring that beast its just deserts." She looked to and fro along the coastline and then turned to look over the tree-line, a look of slight confusion on her face as she stopped and turned back to the local-living man. She huffed an annoyed breath and chuckled. "Though I AM intrigued enough to ask, what else is there for this island to offer? I'm not going to just slay and leave with a dragon's head in tow. There has to be some sort of hidden wonders or secret valuables to be had."
She toyed with her nose-ring as she considered the offer of help. She WAS all alone on this island, with no company to assist her. But then again its not like slaying mythical beasts was new to her. 'In the end though, numbers are better in any situation, so it can't hurt.' She chewed at her lip as she thought, looking over the two as if surveying architecture or a sculpture. She held her arm up and showed two fingers to the eager pair of dragon-kin. "I've got two conditions. One is you leave the beast entirely to me, and if I am in need of assistance, then you may help. This is a much more personal affair than just regular slaying business, and that means I get the final blow. The second, we make our way on foot. We don't want to alert it to our presence from the air, no matter how dense the tree-cover. That and I've no taste to be flying about. I've come too far and worked too hard to have the prize handed to me on a silver platter now."</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James nodded, then turned into one of the Cave Dragons, which burrow underground. "How about I dig us a tunnel that leads close enough that we can get there on foot? Because from what I can tell this island is massive."</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Growing bored Amos retreated back into the forest from whence he came. He was slightly weakened and needed the comfort of the darkness to refuel him. He would go back to his temple and search its contents for anything unusual. As he got closer to the temple itself, he failed to realize before that it was close to an old swamp full of mangroves. It looked unnaturally void of life and dark as if the sun avoided the area. A perfect place to retry a power he once had when he was uncorrupted. His shadowy hand touched an old mangrove tree and as he poured some of his essence into it, creaking and groaning could be heard. The tree became darker in color and started to ooze a black substance from its cracks. He had given the tree life, in a corrupted form which many would call a dark ent. However, he was no where near strong enough to control it now, and it lashed out at him. His form dissolved in the air and he retreated back into the confines of the temple to recuperate. He looked back at his creation, it was moving slightly learning its new powers and he could not help but be pleased with the result. It would now be an obstacle for anyone daring to get close to the swamp or the temple.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Slowly and firmly she sighed, and brought a hand up to rub at the bridge of her nose. She felt a sudden stabbing pain behind one of her eyes, and the smell of brimstone, grave dirt and rotting plant filled her nostrils. Her fingertips tingled once more and she could taste swamp air in the back of her throat, making her grimace in disgust. She waved a hand casually at the dragon-kin speaking to her, "A tunnel is fine, just don't bring us up beneath the thing. Bring us up just outside the swamp itself. I'll take it from there." Her tongue felt like sand as she spoke, drying out and becoming rough. All of these signs at once meant something, a sort of sixth sense for magicks like when Jacque appeared from the brush. She dismissed it and resolved to stay on her guard as they continued.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James nodded, then leaped about 20 feet in the air, spinning as he came back down almost like a drill as he extended the horns on his head to burrow through the ground, and made his way towards the swamp at high speed.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Down he went into the temple, exploring the numerous rooms, finding some gold and gems. All useless to him but he questioned why they were there in the first place. He soon arrived in what he presumed was the central chamber to find what looked like an old sacrifice and a treasure horde. Skeletal remains littered the place and in a circle of dead bodies wearing tattered robes, a blood red gem sat upon a pedestal. An aura of corruption seemed to flow from it, so he decided to let it lay there, knowing that it would not effect him in the slightest. The treasure about the room came in many forms, more gems, gold, weapons and armor. Something was amiss however, as it all seemed to be tainted but to a mortal there would be no difference. At the back of the room sat a table and a chair, to which he sat in the chair, regaining his powers quickly.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"Well, here we go!" Zecurst said eagerly.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque smiled softly and looked to the tree line when Priscilla asked of the secrets of the land he'd called home, "This island is inhabited by a fairly sizable number of faefolk. It's safe to say there could be any number of mysteries about these lands.". Thus far things were going well for Jacque, in fact, they were going even better than he'd hoped. His arrival had been well received by the group, and while his adventure might have been starting a bit closer to home than he'd hoped, beggars couldn't be choosers. The ranger nodded silently at Priscilla's implied invitation and began to follow the others into the hole, grimacing slightly at the method used to travel to their location, as he knew the island well enough to find a discrete way to the swamps, but ultimately deciding not to raise too much of a fuss about it. It was indeed dark, however Jacque's sharpened senses allowed him to follow behind the Slayer ahead of him whilst at the same time keeping a comfortable distance. The ranger kept a relatively leisurely pace, after all, nearly every species of dragon, be they wyverns, wyrms, drakes, or naga, never strayed far from a location that they had marked as there. In all honesty, the only species of dragons Jacque could think of that didn't stay in one location would be those that inhabited the sea. "You mentioned that this creature was yours alone to kill, and I recognize that gleam you've got in your eye. With the species we're after and the way you're treating this situation, i'm guessing the swamp drake razed your village to the ground. Would that be correct?".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The tunnel was dark enough that Priscilla's torch could only light up a few meters around her, the disturbed dust and debris was thick in the air, stymieing the warm glow of the fire in her hand. She drew her blade slowly, squinting her eyes as if to pierce through the obfuscating clouds of dirt, and hefted it in one hand with relative ease. Years spent in the training yard and on the hunt have made her strong, and she was proficient with wielding the bastard blade's weight fluidly in either hand or both. The torchlight glinted off of the blade, highlighting the nicks and scratches in its surface, but also showing the keen edge it held. The sword's handle was decorated with rune-embroidered strips of cloth that dangled over its macelike pommel and lop-sided cross-guard
Jacque's question caught her off-guard, making her pause in her step. The saddened expression on her face was known only to her in this dim lighting and closed-off space. She looked back, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she spoke. "That is a very good guess. Yes. The foul creature ruined my home," The memory was still fresh in her mind, whilst she had forgotten the name of the village and exactly where it was, she still remembered the events that drove her this far. She continued with anger in her voice, "Defiled the waters and devoured those I held dear." She spat in disgust, moving now with more purpose.
"For that it will bleed."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin sighed before heading back in the direction of the forest, the inu(Ace) following behind him.
Price eventually came upon five people, one group being what appeared to be triplets with an older boy watching over them and the fifth person being a girl(Aniram) who didn't seem related to them at all. With his keen sense of smell, he could tell none of these were human. Relieved, he began to approach the triplets and whoever else was there.
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(Still in his lair)
Hunter had finished the spell for summoning shadow creatures and looked up from his book to see what he caught. They seem fairly stronger than my last group of shadow minions. He grinned at the thought as he only hoped these newer minions could defeat someone he liked to call Dino-Boy(Arin).</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque grunted softly as his prediction hit the mark. Although he didn't show it, he felt a bit of pity for Priscilla, as he tale was one that many an adventurer shared. "Your mission is admirable Slayer, but you should take care not to let your goal blind you when the time comes to do what you have to do. You sound as though you have the will to take your revenge, however that's not enough. Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive." Jacque said as he lightly tugged a braid again. Although he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him would realize it, he'd intentionally used the word 'survive' rather than 'win'. In battle there were far too many variables for a fight to have a clear outcome, and though he didn't speak of it, Jacque knew all too well that like many who had come before her, there was always the possibility that Priscilla would be the one that was slain in battle.</s>
| <|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James spoke telepathically to Jacque while he kept digging. "Not this one. He's stupid, and arrogant. He'll underestimate her, and be killed because of it. He is royalty after all. And royalty are too naive."</s> |
<|description|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
Nickname(optional):
Age: immortal. he doesn't age
Gender: Male
Powers: James not only has all the powers of your basic fire dragon, he also is able to switch between the powers of the various kinds of dragons, and can even change forms, but only to the various kinds of dragons, even the kinds that have truly been made extinct, giving him all their strengths and weaknesses.
Species: Dragonspawn: He's the truly perfected dragon, after they had to evolve because they were hunted constantly. He has the appearance of a human, but the power of the ultimate dragon.
Appearance(s): Looks
Crush: none.
Relationship: none
Spouse(Because I wanted to XD): none
Children(same as above): none
Personality: James is actually a very calm person, never showing emotion unless he has to. He will occasionally show happiness, but he never shows negative emotions, and just kind of pushes anything that bothers him to the side.
History(optional): TBR
Other: Let the games begin!</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Virgil
A man with shoulder-length white hair, wearing a white tank top covered by a black leather jacket was awoken by the taste of sand in his mouth. He stood up and brushed himself off. Looking up, he saw he was on some sort of island or beach which was connected to a dense-looking forest in the distance. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he decided not to worry about that and enjoy his time here.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"A druid? No, no, nothing so magically adept. You're spot on with your next assumption however. I'm a member of the Ranger's guild. Been one since I was about sixteen." Jacque said as he reached out and touched the soil gently. The ranger brought his hand back and sniffed some of the dirt slightly before brushing his hand on his pants. James' digging was getting them closer to the swamp faster than he'd originally thought, impressing Jacque a bit. "As for keeping the peace, well, I do what I can to help. And yourself? You don't seem nervous, nor particularly arrogant, so you're clearly not that new at this, how long have you been a Slayer?".</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Amos upon the old chair, but not really as he was only a spirit who didn't have a body, so he was more just suspended on it. His power was returning in that old room with the silence that was deafening. Somewhere deep down he reminisced about the touch of the sun but it was quickly replaced with an insatiable hunger for chaos. He looked at the gem upon its pedestal and came to realize that it was a curse if anything, or a demon was in it. The corpses seemed to scream that something nefarious had happened here long ago. He turned his mind back to his dark ent and the ramification of such an act of corruption. Would it spread? Would it die easily? So many questions, but he would have to wait for the answers, for now he needed to recharge a bit more.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
"Oh a ranger is it? I've worked with your guild before quite a few times. Helped me to track down quite a few nasty creatures until I learned to properly track my quarry for myself. Good folk, the rangers." Jovial and warm was her tone as she hopped over a small hole with a clatter and a grunt. She was not beginning to tire, but rather beginning to bore of walking. The torch was making her sweat in her plate, and the dark of the cave was almost oppressive. "I now realise that I would have preferred to have taken the surface, but I guess we get there either way." She muttered to herself before concentrating her attentions on Jacque's question.
"I began my training young. Three and ten years if I remember correct," She brings up her sword-hand and looks to count over her curled fingers for a moment before nodding, "Yes, three and ten. This wretch we are moving towards had already ruined my village and my family, so I asked the waves for guidance. They pushed me to the Slayers. I hid away in one of their caravans and when I was found out, I begged them to train me to hunt monsters." She chuckled lightly, a bubbly but gruff sound. "I took to it like a bird to the air. Found that it was the one thing that I was truly exceptional at. Soon enough I was leading parties, training recruits of my own and hunting the big game. Dragons, Hydras, Giants and the sort. I was well on my way to becoming one of the Purifiers and taking the hunts a step further when I caught wind of this disgusting creature on the rise once more, so I requested leave to hunt it for myself. Now I'm here."
She takes a look up the tunnel and growls in annoyance. "By the depths, how much farther until I can see sunlight again!?"</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I prefer the darkness myself, but then again I am half vampire."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin and Ace continued to explore the forest while playing a game of 'I spy'. As he was doing that, Arin was also keeping a look out for anything suspicious as he knew someone would try to pick a fight with him eventually.
Ace looked around for something to use for his little 'game' and said, "I spy something brown with leaves on the top."
Arin smiled while shaking his head in amusement. "A tree." He replied in a simple manner.
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Price moved a little bit closer to the triplets and Aniram, hoping one of these people would notice him. Then again, he could go the other route and attempt a greeting. He decided to go with the latter and waved at them.
Virgil decided to find out if there were others stuck here and if he was right, he would have two questions for whoever came up to him.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"Thank you for the complement, not everyone tends to see eye to eye with us rangers. Your tragic circumstances aside, you sound as if you're doing quite well for yourself madam Slayer. And impressive tale indeed." Jacque stated as he idly pulled a spearmint leaf from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and proceeded to chew it, filling his nose with the crisp scent. He wasn't quite sure if Priscilla could smell it yet given how much sharper his senses work than the average humor, but the hole that was being dug was beginning to smell of damp, rotting foliage, typical of many swamp regions. "I think it's about time we surfaced, dragonspawn. We don't want to come up inside the swamp itself, remember?" Jacque loudly called up ahead to James, his deep rumbling voice echoing down the tunnel like the sound of rolling thunder in the distance. After giving James a heads up, he contemplated pointing out the fact that Priscilla had said "three and ten" rather than thirteen, however given the fact that he'd also witnessed her physically counting out the number with her fingers, he held his tongue, surmising that books smarts weren't really the Slayer's strong suit. For now Jacque would let it be, however he made a mental note to teach her how to properly count if it became a hassle in the future.
"The darkness does hold several advantages to it, however there are flaws in it as well. The same could be said of any environment really. Given your heritage it's no surprise that you'd prefer this sort of environment, but never forget that one should strive to be able to adapt to any location they find themselves in."</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
Apparently, James had gone ahead of them, far ahead of them, and finished the tunnel, so he came walking back in human form. "The tunnel is done. We're about 50 yards from the swamp."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
(Still in his lair)
Hunter grinned once he thought up a plan and sent the first shadow creature he caught to find the one called Arin. He looked at the other ones and told them that they would all get a turn.
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Virgil decided to venture the forest a bit and went further down the woods once inside.
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Price walked away from the triplets and the girl(Aniram) since they didn't seem to acknowledge him. He ventured off into the forest and wondered if he would find someone there.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"That is true, While I may have certain advantages in the darkness it is important that am able to to fight and survive well in any situation and/or circumstances."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque stopped and nodded approvingly and sniffed the air again, detecting the scent of peat moss and stagnant water up ahead, "You're quite the adept digger, dragonspawn. If I didn't know it was you I would've assumed that a wurm had dug this hole, well done." he said before swallong the mint leaf in his mouth and producing another one to chew on. "Now, before we surface, I should warn you lot of what dwells within the swamp.", Jacque reached out to the side and grabbed a fistful of dirt, "The soil in the swamp is not like the soil you'll find at the beach or in the forest. It's extremely muddy and sticky, and will start to suck you down if you stand in one place for too long. In some spots the muck will be a bit deeper than others, if you get stuck do NOT struggle, you strength will only cause you to sink quicker. You'll find that the spots were the muck is deepest with have a series of bubbles from trapped air pockets coming to the surface.". Jacque dropped the soil and dusted off his hands, "The next issue will be the plant life. There will be any number of dangerous plants, like razor grass, noose vines, or thorn bushes, and even a few berry bushes that produce poison fruits and attract all manner of dangerous insects with their flowers. Speaking of insects, unlike the larger animals that were smart enough to flee, these creatures will still be around, and without their predators milling about, they'll be out in full force. These are creatures that are loaded with extremely toxic stings and bites formed by years of defending themselves from predation, so try to avoid them if you can. Lastly, if you hear a loud buzzing sound or see what appears to be a black cloud approaching, run as quickly as you can or duck under the water for as long as you can. That "cloud" will be a swarm made up of a particularly nasty species of fly native to this island. If they catch you they'll burrow into your flesh and drain you of your blood, and that's if you're lucky. If you're not, they'll end up drinking enough to incapacitate you, then lay eggs inside your body. The larvae that hatch are prone to digging into bone to feed on your marrow rather than just blood or tissue. If that happens it'll take weeks to die, and it'll be agonizing every step of the way. I've seen this first hand, and personally, i'd sooner slit my own throat than sit through that.". Jacque let his words hang in the damp air as he stared down each member of the rag tag group.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla stepped from the tunnel and smiled, feeling the open air upon her face. Her revelry was cut short by the smell of moss, stagnant water and rotting plant matter, a dank scent thick in the air that hit her in the back of the throat and made her stomach budge slightly with disgust. She looked to the dragonspawn and nodded curtly, "Well done, Dragonspawn. You'd make a fine miner, I'd wager. Still would have like to walk the earth on its surface, as the Maker intended, but we are here now. I have no interest in complaining." After a bash of her fist on her breastplate out of small respect, she turned to Jacque and pushed the scent of the nearby swamp from her mind, trying to take in all of the sage advice that he doled out. "I see. So in short, we have man-eating mud, man-eating insects and more man-eating mud before us. And we are to wade through it all before we reach the dragon itself?" She grinned, the prospect of danger exciting her and spurring her heart on even more. "I am to believe that the beast itself resides in the centre of the swamp itself?"
In the back of her mind, she could still taste the scent of something malicious on the air, just as before. Rotting plant and brimstone, smog and smoke. Her fingers felt as if they were punctured on all sides by needles, and her eye felt fit to leap from her skull, prompting her to rub it slowly as she gazed at their surroundings. Something was here. Something unnatural. She tightened her grip on Verschlinger and gave it a small practice swing before pointing towards the swamp with it. "If so, then I guess its to the centre of the swamp we go."</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"Now is as good a time as any to have the natural armor that scales provide."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin kept walking through the forest, but then stopped all of sudden.
Ace looked curiously up at him before slowing to a stop himself. "Why have we stopped walking?" He asked.
Arin looked around and then at the dog. "It just feels like we've been walking for hours." He answered before going into deep thought. We should have ran into something by now. He shrugged at this before moving again. Or I least 'I' should've. (XD)
Ace nodded, finding it true. However, he wanted to play around more. "Can I run around for a bit?" He asked.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"That would be the long short of it, yes. There are very few things in fae swamps that aren't deadly." Jacque said as he drew his short blade and examined it before sliding it back into the sheath. The ranger eyed Zecurst and nodded, "Indeed. Your scales will provide a nice means of defense, but take care to ensure that nothing crawls into your nose or ears. It's a devil of a time trying to remove something living from your nasal passages, I know that from experience." he said whilst repressing a small shudder. Jacque looked at the group before him, they all seemed more than capable of handling themselves, so this didn't seem as though he'd have to watch over them, "Let's be off then, yes?" he said before making his way top side.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I'll keep that in mind"</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla nodded and drew her shield from her back, holding it at the ready as she trudged into the swamp. The sound of buzzing insects, croaking frogs and the sloshing of still bog water became all that she could hear as she set foot onto the slushy, drowned soils. Her eyes swept over the environment, taking in all that she could and remaining alert. She could feel a great presence, the sense of unknown weight that she felt on her mind whenever she was drawing close to the end of a hunt. She repeatedly adjusted her grip on her blade, the pins and needles almost unbearably present. Her footsteps were careful, testing the occasional patch of mud with the tip of her blade to check if it is safe to walk on.
"Let us move quick. I itch to exact my vengeance and rid with world of this creature."</s>
| <|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James sniffed the air as he walked with them. "He's straight ahead," he said. "I can smell him. If we keep going straight we'll make it to him."</s> |
<|description|>Evermore (She had a option to make up a name)
Nickname(optional): Ever
Age: Wasn't born, but made.
Gender: Female
Powers: She has wings that have glowing blades at the tip of the feathers.
She can use the dark magic that brought her to life to her own advantage
She also can use the heavenly light she had in her to make a glowing golden sword. And also help her talk by talking by writing or appearing the words with it in the air
Species: A creation
Appearance(s):
Crush: None
Relationship: None
Spouse(Because I wanted to XD): None
Children(same as above): None
Personality: Cause of her dark side, she has problems with her evil side. But beyond that, she is a kind nice person who loves to communicate with people. But she can't talk, but she can talk by using her heavenly light.
History(optional): Ever was never born but made by a dark witch who was later on found as a scientist. Ever was made with dark magic which makes her dark.
But when the witch found out that Ever had light magic (good magic) in her. It made the witch furious, she didn't want that in her creation. She needed a full dark magic being, to protect her. So she would beat up Ever to make her mad and fully dark and cold.
But she couldn't fully finish, leaving Ever half dark and half light. The witch died by a witch hunter who found her.
So the girl ran away living on her own, training herself to use her powers and wings.
Other: Let the games begin</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James nodded, then turned into one of the Cave Dragons, which burrow underground. "How about I dig us a tunnel that leads close enough that we can get there on foot? Because from what I can tell this island is massive."</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Growing bored Amos retreated back into the forest from whence he came. He was slightly weakened and needed the comfort of the darkness to refuel him. He would go back to his temple and search its contents for anything unusual. As he got closer to the temple itself, he failed to realize before that it was close to an old swamp full of mangroves. It looked unnaturally void of life and dark as if the sun avoided the area. A perfect place to retry a power he once had when he was uncorrupted. His shadowy hand touched an old mangrove tree and as he poured some of his essence into it, creaking and groaning could be heard. The tree became darker in color and started to ooze a black substance from its cracks. He had given the tree life, in a corrupted form which many would call a dark ent. However, he was no where near strong enough to control it now, and it lashed out at him. His form dissolved in the air and he retreated back into the confines of the temple to recuperate. He looked back at his creation, it was moving slightly learning its new powers and he could not help but be pleased with the result. It would now be an obstacle for anyone daring to get close to the swamp or the temple.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Slowly and firmly she sighed, and brought a hand up to rub at the bridge of her nose. She felt a sudden stabbing pain behind one of her eyes, and the smell of brimstone, grave dirt and rotting plant filled her nostrils. Her fingertips tingled once more and she could taste swamp air in the back of her throat, making her grimace in disgust. She waved a hand casually at the dragon-kin speaking to her, "A tunnel is fine, just don't bring us up beneath the thing. Bring us up just outside the swamp itself. I'll take it from there." Her tongue felt like sand as she spoke, drying out and becoming rough. All of these signs at once meant something, a sort of sixth sense for magicks like when Jacque appeared from the brush. She dismissed it and resolved to stay on her guard as they continued.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James nodded, then leaped about 20 feet in the air, spinning as he came back down almost like a drill as he extended the horns on his head to burrow through the ground, and made his way towards the swamp at high speed.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Down he went into the temple, exploring the numerous rooms, finding some gold and gems. All useless to him but he questioned why they were there in the first place. He soon arrived in what he presumed was the central chamber to find what looked like an old sacrifice and a treasure horde. Skeletal remains littered the place and in a circle of dead bodies wearing tattered robes, a blood red gem sat upon a pedestal. An aura of corruption seemed to flow from it, so he decided to let it lay there, knowing that it would not effect him in the slightest. The treasure about the room came in many forms, more gems, gold, weapons and armor. Something was amiss however, as it all seemed to be tainted but to a mortal there would be no difference. At the back of the room sat a table and a chair, to which he sat in the chair, regaining his powers quickly.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"Well, here we go!" Zecurst said eagerly.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque smiled softly and looked to the tree line when Priscilla asked of the secrets of the land he'd called home, "This island is inhabited by a fairly sizable number of faefolk. It's safe to say there could be any number of mysteries about these lands.". Thus far things were going well for Jacque, in fact, they were going even better than he'd hoped. His arrival had been well received by the group, and while his adventure might have been starting a bit closer to home than he'd hoped, beggars couldn't be choosers. The ranger nodded silently at Priscilla's implied invitation and began to follow the others into the hole, grimacing slightly at the method used to travel to their location, as he knew the island well enough to find a discrete way to the swamps, but ultimately deciding not to raise too much of a fuss about it. It was indeed dark, however Jacque's sharpened senses allowed him to follow behind the Slayer ahead of him whilst at the same time keeping a comfortable distance. The ranger kept a relatively leisurely pace, after all, nearly every species of dragon, be they wyverns, wyrms, drakes, or naga, never strayed far from a location that they had marked as there. In all honesty, the only species of dragons Jacque could think of that didn't stay in one location would be those that inhabited the sea. "You mentioned that this creature was yours alone to kill, and I recognize that gleam you've got in your eye. With the species we're after and the way you're treating this situation, i'm guessing the swamp drake razed your village to the ground. Would that be correct?".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The tunnel was dark enough that Priscilla's torch could only light up a few meters around her, the disturbed dust and debris was thick in the air, stymieing the warm glow of the fire in her hand. She drew her blade slowly, squinting her eyes as if to pierce through the obfuscating clouds of dirt, and hefted it in one hand with relative ease. Years spent in the training yard and on the hunt have made her strong, and she was proficient with wielding the bastard blade's weight fluidly in either hand or both. The torchlight glinted off of the blade, highlighting the nicks and scratches in its surface, but also showing the keen edge it held. The sword's handle was decorated with rune-embroidered strips of cloth that dangled over its macelike pommel and lop-sided cross-guard
Jacque's question caught her off-guard, making her pause in her step. The saddened expression on her face was known only to her in this dim lighting and closed-off space. She looked back, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she spoke. "That is a very good guess. Yes. The foul creature ruined my home," The memory was still fresh in her mind, whilst she had forgotten the name of the village and exactly where it was, she still remembered the events that drove her this far. She continued with anger in her voice, "Defiled the waters and devoured those I held dear." She spat in disgust, moving now with more purpose.
"For that it will bleed."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin sighed before heading back in the direction of the forest, the inu(Ace) following behind him.
Price eventually came upon five people, one group being what appeared to be triplets with an older boy watching over them and the fifth person being a girl(Aniram) who didn't seem related to them at all. With his keen sense of smell, he could tell none of these were human. Relieved, he began to approach the triplets and whoever else was there.
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(Still in his lair)
Hunter had finished the spell for summoning shadow creatures and looked up from his book to see what he caught. They seem fairly stronger than my last group of shadow minions. He grinned at the thought as he only hoped these newer minions could defeat someone he liked to call Dino-Boy(Arin).</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque grunted softly as his prediction hit the mark. Although he didn't show it, he felt a bit of pity for Priscilla, as he tale was one that many an adventurer shared. "Your mission is admirable Slayer, but you should take care not to let your goal blind you when the time comes to do what you have to do. You sound as though you have the will to take your revenge, however that's not enough. Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive." Jacque said as he lightly tugged a braid again. Although he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him would realize it, he'd intentionally used the word 'survive' rather than 'win'. In battle there were far too many variables for a fight to have a clear outcome, and though he didn't speak of it, Jacque knew all too well that like many who had come before her, there was always the possibility that Priscilla would be the one that was slain in battle.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James spoke telepathically to Jacque while he kept digging. "Not this one. He's stupid, and arrogant. He'll underestimate her, and be killed because of it. He is royalty after all. And royalty are too naive."</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla stumbled as her foot caught on a rock in her path, but she recovered quick and continued at her determined pace. She felt the tingling in her fingertips and the pain behind her eye returning. They were nearing the swamp and in turn, the swamp drake. The smell of brimstone and rotting plant had become stronger and her mouth was beginning to feel like the scales of a desert wyrm. Omens all, but at this point nothing was going to deter her from her goal.
She chuckled at the statement and nodded in the affirmative, "Oh yes, I've seen the temptations that the scaled folk can present us mortals with. I can assure you, supposed prince or not, there is nothing this squirming wretch can offer up to save itself now. And don't worry, I think best when I'm in the thick of conflict." She felt it unnecessary to mention that it was the only area that she considered herself as thinking well in. Her grip on her blade tightened. "I've come too far to be thrown off now."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
The ranger's mouth quirked slightly at the sudden intrusion into his mind, "How odd. I've never met a drake that was slow in the mind. That being said, your views on those that bear the crowns blessing is a bit naive in and on itself. You speak as if all who have royal blood in their veins are naive. I've found that the number of intelligent royals vastly out numbers the fools, it's just that the fools tend to be the most vocal. The actions of a few and all of that." Jacque retorted mentally whilst brushing a bit of sand from his cloak.
Turning his attention back to Priscilla, Jacque nodded though the gesture was lost given the fact that she looked ahead. "So long as you are certain. Still, this will be it's playing field. I'll honor your request to stand aside during your fight, however if you'd like information regarding the swamp i'd be willing to impart some. Fae touched lands are not lands that one should enter without caution, and this place will be no exception.".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla looked back to the large man and felt her lips part in a grin. It was enjoyable to not have to travel this last stretch of her journey alone, and the advantage of having a local to offer guidance was not lost on her as she nodded back at him. "Well, these being the lands that you live in, and the knowledge of those attuned with nature is always a welcome commodity to we Slayers on our hunts. But first allow me to ask you something. You have the smell of a man who has dedicated himself to the wilds, seen its secrets and tended to its denizens. Am I correct in the assumption that you are some sort of druid? Maybe a guardian of the wood? You strike me as a keeper of the peace."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin went into the forest and continued walking.
Ace sighed, he was growing bored. He looked up at the one he was following. "Can we play I spy?" He asked.
Arin looked at the pup. "I don't see why not." He smiled as he said this.</s>
| <|message|>Evermore (She had a option to make up a name)
Ever started to feel tired of flying around watching people talk to each other and analyzing a few of them. They all seemed very interesting to her, and it gave her curiosity of what they all could do. She felt get wings start to get sore which made her let out a soft groan. She has been flying around for quite a while without anyone even knowing. Sometimes it does suck that she couldn't speak at all. And the only way to talk was if she was around people making words with the energy in her.
So to help her sore wings, she flew to the ground gracefully enjoying the feel of the wind passing through her. She was starting to get lonely which made her frown a bit. Her big wings helped her cover her body from sight as they curled a bit around her.</s> |
<|description|>Priscilla
Priscilla
Nickname: Cil
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers:
Very, very, very lucky. Very.
Able to wield anti-magic. Can get extremely tired out by this act as it draws from her willpower directly. Revolves around the idea of disrupting a beings link to magic, protecting the user from magic or interrupting spells in some way. Highest level of use can stop spellcasting in an area for a short time, but runs the risk of harming the user.
Can only cast anti-magic after she has absorbed some magic, be it from taking a hit from an enchanted weapon, weathering some lightning or wading through a dragon's breath. Its like eating for her, she can't do it too much or else she risks hurting herself.
Species: Human. 100%.
Crush: None.
Relationship: A family she has almost forgotten.
Spouse: None.
Children: None.
Personality:
A very snarky woman, prone to taunting those that cross her or making a jest at their expense. Usually very friendly, but not above suspicion and wariness when it comes to meeting new people. A simple woman in habits and tastes, but not in thoughts. She would rather sit and watch the river roll by than ford its depths to get to the other side. Always one to look for the easy way out, she isn't diligent in anything save for her training and her survival. She prefers to travel alone, or at least that is what she tells people.
History:
Priscilla was once a god-fearing little girl, in a small river village with no name. Well, it had a name. It was named Mudbank, but she either preferred that it had no name or did not remember it had one in the first place. She was raised in a small hut near the village chapel, and as a result, she went to the sermons everyday to pay reverence to her god. Their god was a water god, said to bring them the rains and flows that brought fish and helped the crops to grow. That year, the crops hadn't grown, and the fish hadn't come, because the people were not devout enough. The pastor said that she wasn't devout enough. She had prayed every night that year, and the gods in the water still hadn't seen her as devout. She heard that there were still tithes to be paid, belongings to be offered and so the waters wouldn't flow. This made her confused, but she stayed vigilant through the tough years. The water god kept them fed, kept them happy and kept them safe from the horrors of the night... right?
It wasn't until the village was raided by a relatively small swamp dragon that she completely lost the faith. Just like that, her belief was shattered. The water god didn't come to help them, didn't come up from the deep to strike this creature down. It just ran amok, devouring people and burning down homes. It even got to her home, and still no sign that the water god would help. No sudden rains, no giant floods, no water elementals like in the old tales. Nothing. The only saving grace was found when a band of rugged men and women came to combat the thing, saying that they had been tracking it for weeks. They made quick work of it. They stayed for a while to help the village rebuild. They even found out that the pastor had dammed up the river mouth, and was letting water through as he pleased. That year the fish and the crops were plentiful. The water god did believe that they were devout enough, but he was being suppressed by man. Her belief had been shattered by a mere man, and that made her mad. She took up praying to the water god once more, everyday by the river and she could have sworn she saw the water moving towards her.
When it came time for the band of warriors to leave, after a few weeks of helping and hunting other horrors near the village, they said their goodbyes and departed. Slayers, they called themselves. Priscilla bathed in the river that day, and offered a final prayer, before stowing away on their equipment cart. She was 13 then. She convinced them to take her in. To train her. She wanted to help them fight the injustices of the world. They took her in, and found she had a gift. A gift for magic, or rather, a gift for dealing with magic. She ate it as if it were fish and bread, and stopped it in its tracks moments later. For years she trained, both her body and her ability, until she could best almost every person she had lived with the past decade or some such. Then she ventured out on her own, as a solitary Slayer, to just... solve problems. Maybe even find her way back home.
Other: She can't read or write. Let the games begin.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla felt an itch at the tips of her fingers and the top of her head as the man drew closer, and tweaked her lips to the side. She could smell the residual magicks on him like spice on a hunk of meat. It was an aroma like a mix of fresh soil, mint leaves and summer rain, not unpleasant and definitely not something she had smelled too recently from the others. The smell of druidic or natural origins for magic. She could only smile as recalled her fond memories of sitting and eating with her Orcish shaman friend and her brief summer romance with a dryad. They smelled this way too. It calmed her. But now was not the time for reminiscing, she reminded herself as she shook herself out of her momentary trance.
She offered another smile to the man from within the forest and removed her gauntlet, raising her hand to show the tattoo denoting that she was a Slayer. "I've come on personal business, been tracking a particularly muddy and disgusting swamp dragon. The hunt lead me to this island, over land and sea. You seen anything, brother of the wilds?" She walked over to him and donned her gauntlet once more before she offered the hand in greeting.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque's brow raised slightly as he stared at the insignia on Priscilla's hand. He knew of the Slayers, having even worked with one once to help stop a necromancer that had attempted to achieve lichdom. Jacque fondly recalled the argument that the Slayer had started with the Paladin of the past group when the battle was over, as the paladin wanted to take the necromancer before his church to face judgement, while the slayer simply wanted to part the necromancer's head from his shoulders. He pushed the memory away in favor of thinking about Priscilla's question, "A swamp dragon, eh?". Jacque absentmindedly reached up and tugged on one of the braids in his hair, a habit he'd developed that he only did when in deep thought. The fauna of the forest had indeed been acting strange lately, Jacque recalled that in the last three weeks alone he'd spotted several ospreys, otters, mangrove monitors and even a crab or two moving through the forest. At the time he'd just chalked it up as a novel, yet not quite worrisome occurrence, after all, water sources like swamps dried up all the time, and perhaps what spurred their travel was a drought. Now that Jacque thought about it however, he'd recalled that they didn't move with the purposeful yet discreet movements of an animal in an unfamiliar land in search of a home. The creatures that had entered the forest were frantic; they had been moving as if they were being pursued, always checking their surroundings with rapid, jerky head movements, as if they expected at any second to be pounced upon and devoured and compensated by trying to se everywhere at once. Jacque released the braid and cleared his throat, "Now that I think about it, the wild life here have been acting strange. I've been seeing a lot of creatures around here that I used to only see in a mangrove swamp to the south of the island. They weren't moving like they were migrating, it seemed like they were fleeing for their lives.".</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin looked around while walking and noticed a heavily wooded area which he deemed a forest, but hadn't gone in just yet. He was hoping to make a few friends here and there as he walked away from the forest and over to where he hoped he'd find a nice group of people.
Ace shifted to his dog form while happily following. "I thought we were exploring." He said, wagging his tail.
Arin looked over his shoulder at Ace. "We are, I just wanted to make a few more friends while we're at it." He said.
Ace nodded before saying, "Okay."
Price was still was trying find someone new to bond with while making sure the person he met would not be a human. It wasn't that he didn't like humans, he just couldn't be around them for reasons unknown to anyone but him and any friends he made in the past.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James couldn't help but laugh. "That sounds like him. He tends to not let any other animals on his territory that he claims." He looked at Priscilla. "I can lead you to him. I know his scent," he said, sprouting his draconic wings.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I could help in the battle if you want my help, after all cleansing the world of evil is a personal goal of mine."</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla's eyes lit up with elated glee at the mention that her quarry might be nearby. She clapped, creating a crude noise of steel colliding with steel as she celebrated. "Oh thank the waves! Finally, after all this searching, I can bring that beast its just deserts." She looked to and fro along the coastline and then turned to look over the tree-line, a look of slight confusion on her face as she stopped and turned back to the local-living man. She huffed an annoyed breath and chuckled. "Though I AM intrigued enough to ask, what else is there for this island to offer? I'm not going to just slay and leave with a dragon's head in tow. There has to be some sort of hidden wonders or secret valuables to be had."
She toyed with her nose-ring as she considered the offer of help. She WAS all alone on this island, with no company to assist her. But then again its not like slaying mythical beasts was new to her. 'In the end though, numbers are better in any situation, so it can't hurt.' She chewed at her lip as she thought, looking over the two as if surveying architecture or a sculpture. She held her arm up and showed two fingers to the eager pair of dragon-kin. "I've got two conditions. One is you leave the beast entirely to me, and if I am in need of assistance, then you may help. This is a much more personal affair than just regular slaying business, and that means I get the final blow. The second, we make our way on foot. We don't want to alert it to our presence from the air, no matter how dense the tree-cover. That and I've no taste to be flying about. I've come too far and worked too hard to have the prize handed to me on a silver platter now."</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James nodded, then turned into one of the Cave Dragons, which burrow underground. "How about I dig us a tunnel that leads close enough that we can get there on foot? Because from what I can tell this island is massive."</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Growing bored Amos retreated back into the forest from whence he came. He was slightly weakened and needed the comfort of the darkness to refuel him. He would go back to his temple and search its contents for anything unusual. As he got closer to the temple itself, he failed to realize before that it was close to an old swamp full of mangroves. It looked unnaturally void of life and dark as if the sun avoided the area. A perfect place to retry a power he once had when he was uncorrupted. His shadowy hand touched an old mangrove tree and as he poured some of his essence into it, creaking and groaning could be heard. The tree became darker in color and started to ooze a black substance from its cracks. He had given the tree life, in a corrupted form which many would call a dark ent. However, he was no where near strong enough to control it now, and it lashed out at him. His form dissolved in the air and he retreated back into the confines of the temple to recuperate. He looked back at his creation, it was moving slightly learning its new powers and he could not help but be pleased with the result. It would now be an obstacle for anyone daring to get close to the swamp or the temple.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Slowly and firmly she sighed, and brought a hand up to rub at the bridge of her nose. She felt a sudden stabbing pain behind one of her eyes, and the smell of brimstone, grave dirt and rotting plant filled her nostrils. Her fingertips tingled once more and she could taste swamp air in the back of her throat, making her grimace in disgust. She waved a hand casually at the dragon-kin speaking to her, "A tunnel is fine, just don't bring us up beneath the thing. Bring us up just outside the swamp itself. I'll take it from there." Her tongue felt like sand as she spoke, drying out and becoming rough. All of these signs at once meant something, a sort of sixth sense for magicks like when Jacque appeared from the brush. She dismissed it and resolved to stay on her guard as they continued.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James nodded, then leaped about 20 feet in the air, spinning as he came back down almost like a drill as he extended the horns on his head to burrow through the ground, and made his way towards the swamp at high speed.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Down he went into the temple, exploring the numerous rooms, finding some gold and gems. All useless to him but he questioned why they were there in the first place. He soon arrived in what he presumed was the central chamber to find what looked like an old sacrifice and a treasure horde. Skeletal remains littered the place and in a circle of dead bodies wearing tattered robes, a blood red gem sat upon a pedestal. An aura of corruption seemed to flow from it, so he decided to let it lay there, knowing that it would not effect him in the slightest. The treasure about the room came in many forms, more gems, gold, weapons and armor. Something was amiss however, as it all seemed to be tainted but to a mortal there would be no difference. At the back of the room sat a table and a chair, to which he sat in the chair, regaining his powers quickly.</s>
| <|message|>Priscilla
The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.</s> |
<|description|>Priscilla
Priscilla
Nickname: Cil
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers:
Very, very, very lucky. Very.
Able to wield anti-magic. Can get extremely tired out by this act as it draws from her willpower directly. Revolves around the idea of disrupting a beings link to magic, protecting the user from magic or interrupting spells in some way. Highest level of use can stop spellcasting in an area for a short time, but runs the risk of harming the user.
Can only cast anti-magic after she has absorbed some magic, be it from taking a hit from an enchanted weapon, weathering some lightning or wading through a dragon's breath. Its like eating for her, she can't do it too much or else she risks hurting herself.
Species: Human. 100%.
Crush: None.
Relationship: A family she has almost forgotten.
Spouse: None.
Children: None.
Personality:
A very snarky woman, prone to taunting those that cross her or making a jest at their expense. Usually very friendly, but not above suspicion and wariness when it comes to meeting new people. A simple woman in habits and tastes, but not in thoughts. She would rather sit and watch the river roll by than ford its depths to get to the other side. Always one to look for the easy way out, she isn't diligent in anything save for her training and her survival. She prefers to travel alone, or at least that is what she tells people.
History:
Priscilla was once a god-fearing little girl, in a small river village with no name. Well, it had a name. It was named Mudbank, but she either preferred that it had no name or did not remember it had one in the first place. She was raised in a small hut near the village chapel, and as a result, she went to the sermons everyday to pay reverence to her god. Their god was a water god, said to bring them the rains and flows that brought fish and helped the crops to grow. That year, the crops hadn't grown, and the fish hadn't come, because the people were not devout enough. The pastor said that she wasn't devout enough. She had prayed every night that year, and the gods in the water still hadn't seen her as devout. She heard that there were still tithes to be paid, belongings to be offered and so the waters wouldn't flow. This made her confused, but she stayed vigilant through the tough years. The water god kept them fed, kept them happy and kept them safe from the horrors of the night... right?
It wasn't until the village was raided by a relatively small swamp dragon that she completely lost the faith. Just like that, her belief was shattered. The water god didn't come to help them, didn't come up from the deep to strike this creature down. It just ran amok, devouring people and burning down homes. It even got to her home, and still no sign that the water god would help. No sudden rains, no giant floods, no water elementals like in the old tales. Nothing. The only saving grace was found when a band of rugged men and women came to combat the thing, saying that they had been tracking it for weeks. They made quick work of it. They stayed for a while to help the village rebuild. They even found out that the pastor had dammed up the river mouth, and was letting water through as he pleased. That year the fish and the crops were plentiful. The water god did believe that they were devout enough, but he was being suppressed by man. Her belief had been shattered by a mere man, and that made her mad. She took up praying to the water god once more, everyday by the river and she could have sworn she saw the water moving towards her.
When it came time for the band of warriors to leave, after a few weeks of helping and hunting other horrors near the village, they said their goodbyes and departed. Slayers, they called themselves. Priscilla bathed in the river that day, and offered a final prayer, before stowing away on their equipment cart. She was 13 then. She convinced them to take her in. To train her. She wanted to help them fight the injustices of the world. They took her in, and found she had a gift. A gift for magic, or rather, a gift for dealing with magic. She ate it as if it were fish and bread, and stopped it in its tracks moments later. For years she trained, both her body and her ability, until she could best almost every person she had lived with the past decade or some such. Then she ventured out on her own, as a solitary Slayer, to just... solve problems. Maybe even find her way back home.
Other: She can't read or write. Let the games begin.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James nodded, then leaped about 20 feet in the air, spinning as he came back down almost like a drill as he extended the horns on his head to burrow through the ground, and made his way towards the swamp at high speed.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Down he went into the temple, exploring the numerous rooms, finding some gold and gems. All useless to him but he questioned why they were there in the first place. He soon arrived in what he presumed was the central chamber to find what looked like an old sacrifice and a treasure horde. Skeletal remains littered the place and in a circle of dead bodies wearing tattered robes, a blood red gem sat upon a pedestal. An aura of corruption seemed to flow from it, so he decided to let it lay there, knowing that it would not effect him in the slightest. The treasure about the room came in many forms, more gems, gold, weapons and armor. Something was amiss however, as it all seemed to be tainted but to a mortal there would be no difference. At the back of the room sat a table and a chair, to which he sat in the chair, regaining his powers quickly.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"Well, here we go!" Zecurst said eagerly.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque smiled softly and looked to the tree line when Priscilla asked of the secrets of the land he'd called home, "This island is inhabited by a fairly sizable number of faefolk. It's safe to say there could be any number of mysteries about these lands.". Thus far things were going well for Jacque, in fact, they were going even better than he'd hoped. His arrival had been well received by the group, and while his adventure might have been starting a bit closer to home than he'd hoped, beggars couldn't be choosers. The ranger nodded silently at Priscilla's implied invitation and began to follow the others into the hole, grimacing slightly at the method used to travel to their location, as he knew the island well enough to find a discrete way to the swamps, but ultimately deciding not to raise too much of a fuss about it. It was indeed dark, however Jacque's sharpened senses allowed him to follow behind the Slayer ahead of him whilst at the same time keeping a comfortable distance. The ranger kept a relatively leisurely pace, after all, nearly every species of dragon, be they wyverns, wyrms, drakes, or naga, never strayed far from a location that they had marked as there. In all honesty, the only species of dragons Jacque could think of that didn't stay in one location would be those that inhabited the sea. "You mentioned that this creature was yours alone to kill, and I recognize that gleam you've got in your eye. With the species we're after and the way you're treating this situation, i'm guessing the swamp drake razed your village to the ground. Would that be correct?".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The tunnel was dark enough that Priscilla's torch could only light up a few meters around her, the disturbed dust and debris was thick in the air, stymieing the warm glow of the fire in her hand. She drew her blade slowly, squinting her eyes as if to pierce through the obfuscating clouds of dirt, and hefted it in one hand with relative ease. Years spent in the training yard and on the hunt have made her strong, and she was proficient with wielding the bastard blade's weight fluidly in either hand or both. The torchlight glinted off of the blade, highlighting the nicks and scratches in its surface, but also showing the keen edge it held. The sword's handle was decorated with rune-embroidered strips of cloth that dangled over its macelike pommel and lop-sided cross-guard
Jacque's question caught her off-guard, making her pause in her step. The saddened expression on her face was known only to her in this dim lighting and closed-off space. She looked back, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she spoke. "That is a very good guess. Yes. The foul creature ruined my home," The memory was still fresh in her mind, whilst she had forgotten the name of the village and exactly where it was, she still remembered the events that drove her this far. She continued with anger in her voice, "Defiled the waters and devoured those I held dear." She spat in disgust, moving now with more purpose.
"For that it will bleed."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin sighed before heading back in the direction of the forest, the inu(Ace) following behind him.
Price eventually came upon five people, one group being what appeared to be triplets with an older boy watching over them and the fifth person being a girl(Aniram) who didn't seem related to them at all. With his keen sense of smell, he could tell none of these were human. Relieved, he began to approach the triplets and whoever else was there.
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(Still in his lair)
Hunter had finished the spell for summoning shadow creatures and looked up from his book to see what he caught. They seem fairly stronger than my last group of shadow minions. He grinned at the thought as he only hoped these newer minions could defeat someone he liked to call Dino-Boy(Arin).</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque grunted softly as his prediction hit the mark. Although he didn't show it, he felt a bit of pity for Priscilla, as he tale was one that many an adventurer shared. "Your mission is admirable Slayer, but you should take care not to let your goal blind you when the time comes to do what you have to do. You sound as though you have the will to take your revenge, however that's not enough. Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive." Jacque said as he lightly tugged a braid again. Although he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him would realize it, he'd intentionally used the word 'survive' rather than 'win'. In battle there were far too many variables for a fight to have a clear outcome, and though he didn't speak of it, Jacque knew all too well that like many who had come before her, there was always the possibility that Priscilla would be the one that was slain in battle.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James spoke telepathically to Jacque while he kept digging. "Not this one. He's stupid, and arrogant. He'll underestimate her, and be killed because of it. He is royalty after all. And royalty are too naive."</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla stumbled as her foot caught on a rock in her path, but she recovered quick and continued at her determined pace. She felt the tingling in her fingertips and the pain behind her eye returning. They were nearing the swamp and in turn, the swamp drake. The smell of brimstone and rotting plant had become stronger and her mouth was beginning to feel like the scales of a desert wyrm. Omens all, but at this point nothing was going to deter her from her goal.
She chuckled at the statement and nodded in the affirmative, "Oh yes, I've seen the temptations that the scaled folk can present us mortals with. I can assure you, supposed prince or not, there is nothing this squirming wretch can offer up to save itself now. And don't worry, I think best when I'm in the thick of conflict." She felt it unnecessary to mention that it was the only area that she considered herself as thinking well in. Her grip on her blade tightened. "I've come too far to be thrown off now."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
The ranger's mouth quirked slightly at the sudden intrusion into his mind, "How odd. I've never met a drake that was slow in the mind. That being said, your views on those that bear the crowns blessing is a bit naive in and on itself. You speak as if all who have royal blood in their veins are naive. I've found that the number of intelligent royals vastly out numbers the fools, it's just that the fools tend to be the most vocal. The actions of a few and all of that." Jacque retorted mentally whilst brushing a bit of sand from his cloak.
Turning his attention back to Priscilla, Jacque nodded though the gesture was lost given the fact that she looked ahead. "So long as you are certain. Still, this will be it's playing field. I'll honor your request to stand aside during your fight, however if you'd like information regarding the swamp i'd be willing to impart some. Fae touched lands are not lands that one should enter without caution, and this place will be no exception.".</s>
| <|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla looked back to the large man and felt her lips part in a grin. It was enjoyable to not have to travel this last stretch of her journey alone, and the advantage of having a local to offer guidance was not lost on her as she nodded back at him. "Well, these being the lands that you live in, and the knowledge of those attuned with nature is always a welcome commodity to we Slayers on our hunts. But first allow me to ask you something. You have the smell of a man who has dedicated himself to the wilds, seen its secrets and tended to its denizens. Am I correct in the assumption that you are some sort of druid? Maybe a guardian of the wood? You strike me as a keeper of the peace."</s> |
<|description|>Priscilla
Priscilla
Nickname: Cil
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers:
Very, very, very lucky. Very.
Able to wield anti-magic. Can get extremely tired out by this act as it draws from her willpower directly. Revolves around the idea of disrupting a beings link to magic, protecting the user from magic or interrupting spells in some way. Highest level of use can stop spellcasting in an area for a short time, but runs the risk of harming the user.
Can only cast anti-magic after she has absorbed some magic, be it from taking a hit from an enchanted weapon, weathering some lightning or wading through a dragon's breath. Its like eating for her, she can't do it too much or else she risks hurting herself.
Species: Human. 100%.
Crush: None.
Relationship: A family she has almost forgotten.
Spouse: None.
Children: None.
Personality:
A very snarky woman, prone to taunting those that cross her or making a jest at their expense. Usually very friendly, but not above suspicion and wariness when it comes to meeting new people. A simple woman in habits and tastes, but not in thoughts. She would rather sit and watch the river roll by than ford its depths to get to the other side. Always one to look for the easy way out, she isn't diligent in anything save for her training and her survival. She prefers to travel alone, or at least that is what she tells people.
History:
Priscilla was once a god-fearing little girl, in a small river village with no name. Well, it had a name. It was named Mudbank, but she either preferred that it had no name or did not remember it had one in the first place. She was raised in a small hut near the village chapel, and as a result, she went to the sermons everyday to pay reverence to her god. Their god was a water god, said to bring them the rains and flows that brought fish and helped the crops to grow. That year, the crops hadn't grown, and the fish hadn't come, because the people were not devout enough. The pastor said that she wasn't devout enough. She had prayed every night that year, and the gods in the water still hadn't seen her as devout. She heard that there were still tithes to be paid, belongings to be offered and so the waters wouldn't flow. This made her confused, but she stayed vigilant through the tough years. The water god kept them fed, kept them happy and kept them safe from the horrors of the night... right?
It wasn't until the village was raided by a relatively small swamp dragon that she completely lost the faith. Just like that, her belief was shattered. The water god didn't come to help them, didn't come up from the deep to strike this creature down. It just ran amok, devouring people and burning down homes. It even got to her home, and still no sign that the water god would help. No sudden rains, no giant floods, no water elementals like in the old tales. Nothing. The only saving grace was found when a band of rugged men and women came to combat the thing, saying that they had been tracking it for weeks. They made quick work of it. They stayed for a while to help the village rebuild. They even found out that the pastor had dammed up the river mouth, and was letting water through as he pleased. That year the fish and the crops were plentiful. The water god did believe that they were devout enough, but he was being suppressed by man. Her belief had been shattered by a mere man, and that made her mad. She took up praying to the water god once more, everyday by the river and she could have sworn she saw the water moving towards her.
When it came time for the band of warriors to leave, after a few weeks of helping and hunting other horrors near the village, they said their goodbyes and departed. Slayers, they called themselves. Priscilla bathed in the river that day, and offered a final prayer, before stowing away on their equipment cart. She was 13 then. She convinced them to take her in. To train her. She wanted to help them fight the injustices of the world. They took her in, and found she had a gift. A gift for magic, or rather, a gift for dealing with magic. She ate it as if it were fish and bread, and stopped it in its tracks moments later. For years she trained, both her body and her ability, until she could best almost every person she had lived with the past decade or some such. Then she ventured out on her own, as a solitary Slayer, to just... solve problems. Maybe even find her way back home.
Other: She can't read or write. Let the games begin.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Amos upon the old chair, but not really as he was only a spirit who didn't have a body, so he was more just suspended on it. His power was returning in that old room with the silence that was deafening. Somewhere deep down he reminisced about the touch of the sun but it was quickly replaced with an insatiable hunger for chaos. He looked at the gem upon its pedestal and came to realize that it was a curse if anything, or a demon was in it. The corpses seemed to scream that something nefarious had happened here long ago. He turned his mind back to his dark ent and the ramification of such an act of corruption. Would it spread? Would it die easily? So many questions, but he would have to wait for the answers, for now he needed to recharge a bit more.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
"Oh a ranger is it? I've worked with your guild before quite a few times. Helped me to track down quite a few nasty creatures until I learned to properly track my quarry for myself. Good folk, the rangers." Jovial and warm was her tone as she hopped over a small hole with a clatter and a grunt. She was not beginning to tire, but rather beginning to bore of walking. The torch was making her sweat in her plate, and the dark of the cave was almost oppressive. "I now realise that I would have preferred to have taken the surface, but I guess we get there either way." She muttered to herself before concentrating her attentions on Jacque's question.
"I began my training young. Three and ten years if I remember correct," She brings up her sword-hand and looks to count over her curled fingers for a moment before nodding, "Yes, three and ten. This wretch we are moving towards had already ruined my village and my family, so I asked the waves for guidance. They pushed me to the Slayers. I hid away in one of their caravans and when I was found out, I begged them to train me to hunt monsters." She chuckled lightly, a bubbly but gruff sound. "I took to it like a bird to the air. Found that it was the one thing that I was truly exceptional at. Soon enough I was leading parties, training recruits of my own and hunting the big game. Dragons, Hydras, Giants and the sort. I was well on my way to becoming one of the Purifiers and taking the hunts a step further when I caught wind of this disgusting creature on the rise once more, so I requested leave to hunt it for myself. Now I'm here."
She takes a look up the tunnel and growls in annoyance. "By the depths, how much farther until I can see sunlight again!?"</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I prefer the darkness myself, but then again I am half vampire."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin and Ace continued to explore the forest while playing a game of 'I spy'. As he was doing that, Arin was also keeping a look out for anything suspicious as he knew someone would try to pick a fight with him eventually.
Ace looked around for something to use for his little 'game' and said, "I spy something brown with leaves on the top."
Arin smiled while shaking his head in amusement. "A tree." He replied in a simple manner.
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Price moved a little bit closer to the triplets and Aniram, hoping one of these people would notice him. Then again, he could go the other route and attempt a greeting. He decided to go with the latter and waved at them.
Virgil decided to find out if there were others stuck here and if he was right, he would have two questions for whoever came up to him.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"Thank you for the complement, not everyone tends to see eye to eye with us rangers. Your tragic circumstances aside, you sound as if you're doing quite well for yourself madam Slayer. And impressive tale indeed." Jacque stated as he idly pulled a spearmint leaf from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and proceeded to chew it, filling his nose with the crisp scent. He wasn't quite sure if Priscilla could smell it yet given how much sharper his senses work than the average humor, but the hole that was being dug was beginning to smell of damp, rotting foliage, typical of many swamp regions. "I think it's about time we surfaced, dragonspawn. We don't want to come up inside the swamp itself, remember?" Jacque loudly called up ahead to James, his deep rumbling voice echoing down the tunnel like the sound of rolling thunder in the distance. After giving James a heads up, he contemplated pointing out the fact that Priscilla had said "three and ten" rather than thirteen, however given the fact that he'd also witnessed her physically counting out the number with her fingers, he held his tongue, surmising that books smarts weren't really the Slayer's strong suit. For now Jacque would let it be, however he made a mental note to teach her how to properly count if it became a hassle in the future.
"The darkness does hold several advantages to it, however there are flaws in it as well. The same could be said of any environment really. Given your heritage it's no surprise that you'd prefer this sort of environment, but never forget that one should strive to be able to adapt to any location they find themselves in."</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
Apparently, James had gone ahead of them, far ahead of them, and finished the tunnel, so he came walking back in human form. "The tunnel is done. We're about 50 yards from the swamp."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
(Still in his lair)
Hunter grinned once he thought up a plan and sent the first shadow creature he caught to find the one called Arin. He looked at the other ones and told them that they would all get a turn.
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Virgil decided to venture the forest a bit and went further down the woods once inside.
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Price walked away from the triplets and the girl(Aniram) since they didn't seem to acknowledge him. He ventured off into the forest and wondered if he would find someone there.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"That is true, While I may have certain advantages in the darkness it is important that am able to to fight and survive well in any situation and/or circumstances."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque stopped and nodded approvingly and sniffed the air again, detecting the scent of peat moss and stagnant water up ahead, "You're quite the adept digger, dragonspawn. If I didn't know it was you I would've assumed that a wurm had dug this hole, well done." he said before swallong the mint leaf in his mouth and producing another one to chew on. "Now, before we surface, I should warn you lot of what dwells within the swamp.", Jacque reached out to the side and grabbed a fistful of dirt, "The soil in the swamp is not like the soil you'll find at the beach or in the forest. It's extremely muddy and sticky, and will start to suck you down if you stand in one place for too long. In some spots the muck will be a bit deeper than others, if you get stuck do NOT struggle, you strength will only cause you to sink quicker. You'll find that the spots were the muck is deepest with have a series of bubbles from trapped air pockets coming to the surface.". Jacque dropped the soil and dusted off his hands, "The next issue will be the plant life. There will be any number of dangerous plants, like razor grass, noose vines, or thorn bushes, and even a few berry bushes that produce poison fruits and attract all manner of dangerous insects with their flowers. Speaking of insects, unlike the larger animals that were smart enough to flee, these creatures will still be around, and without their predators milling about, they'll be out in full force. These are creatures that are loaded with extremely toxic stings and bites formed by years of defending themselves from predation, so try to avoid them if you can. Lastly, if you hear a loud buzzing sound or see what appears to be a black cloud approaching, run as quickly as you can or duck under the water for as long as you can. That "cloud" will be a swarm made up of a particularly nasty species of fly native to this island. If they catch you they'll burrow into your flesh and drain you of your blood, and that's if you're lucky. If you're not, they'll end up drinking enough to incapacitate you, then lay eggs inside your body. The larvae that hatch are prone to digging into bone to feed on your marrow rather than just blood or tissue. If that happens it'll take weeks to die, and it'll be agonizing every step of the way. I've seen this first hand, and personally, i'd sooner slit my own throat than sit through that.". Jacque let his words hang in the damp air as he stared down each member of the rag tag group.</s>
| <|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla stepped from the tunnel and smiled, feeling the open air upon her face. Her revelry was cut short by the smell of moss, stagnant water and rotting plant matter, a dank scent thick in the air that hit her in the back of the throat and made her stomach budge slightly with disgust. She looked to the dragonspawn and nodded curtly, "Well done, Dragonspawn. You'd make a fine miner, I'd wager. Still would have like to walk the earth on its surface, as the Maker intended, but we are here now. I have no interest in complaining." After a bash of her fist on her breastplate out of small respect, she turned to Jacque and pushed the scent of the nearby swamp from her mind, trying to take in all of the sage advice that he doled out. "I see. So in short, we have man-eating mud, man-eating insects and more man-eating mud before us. And we are to wade through it all before we reach the dragon itself?" She grinned, the prospect of danger exciting her and spurring her heart on even more. "I am to believe that the beast itself resides in the centre of the swamp itself?"
In the back of her mind, she could still taste the scent of something malicious on the air, just as before. Rotting plant and brimstone, smog and smoke. Her fingers felt as if they were punctured on all sides by needles, and her eye felt fit to leap from her skull, prompting her to rub it slowly as she gazed at their surroundings. Something was here. Something unnatural. She tightened her grip on Verschlinger and gave it a small practice swing before pointing towards the swamp with it. "If so, then I guess its to the centre of the swamp we go."</s> |
<|description|>Priscilla
Priscilla
Nickname: Cil
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Powers:
Very, very, very lucky. Very.
Able to wield anti-magic. Can get extremely tired out by this act as it draws from her willpower directly. Revolves around the idea of disrupting a beings link to magic, protecting the user from magic or interrupting spells in some way. Highest level of use can stop spellcasting in an area for a short time, but runs the risk of harming the user.
Can only cast anti-magic after she has absorbed some magic, be it from taking a hit from an enchanted weapon, weathering some lightning or wading through a dragon's breath. Its like eating for her, she can't do it too much or else she risks hurting herself.
Species: Human. 100%.
Crush: None.
Relationship: A family she has almost forgotten.
Spouse: None.
Children: None.
Personality:
A very snarky woman, prone to taunting those that cross her or making a jest at their expense. Usually very friendly, but not above suspicion and wariness when it comes to meeting new people. A simple woman in habits and tastes, but not in thoughts. She would rather sit and watch the river roll by than ford its depths to get to the other side. Always one to look for the easy way out, she isn't diligent in anything save for her training and her survival. She prefers to travel alone, or at least that is what she tells people.
History:
Priscilla was once a god-fearing little girl, in a small river village with no name. Well, it had a name. It was named Mudbank, but she either preferred that it had no name or did not remember it had one in the first place. She was raised in a small hut near the village chapel, and as a result, she went to the sermons everyday to pay reverence to her god. Their god was a water god, said to bring them the rains and flows that brought fish and helped the crops to grow. That year, the crops hadn't grown, and the fish hadn't come, because the people were not devout enough. The pastor said that she wasn't devout enough. She had prayed every night that year, and the gods in the water still hadn't seen her as devout. She heard that there were still tithes to be paid, belongings to be offered and so the waters wouldn't flow. This made her confused, but she stayed vigilant through the tough years. The water god kept them fed, kept them happy and kept them safe from the horrors of the night... right?
It wasn't until the village was raided by a relatively small swamp dragon that she completely lost the faith. Just like that, her belief was shattered. The water god didn't come to help them, didn't come up from the deep to strike this creature down. It just ran amok, devouring people and burning down homes. It even got to her home, and still no sign that the water god would help. No sudden rains, no giant floods, no water elementals like in the old tales. Nothing. The only saving grace was found when a band of rugged men and women came to combat the thing, saying that they had been tracking it for weeks. They made quick work of it. They stayed for a while to help the village rebuild. They even found out that the pastor had dammed up the river mouth, and was letting water through as he pleased. That year the fish and the crops were plentiful. The water god did believe that they were devout enough, but he was being suppressed by man. Her belief had been shattered by a mere man, and that made her mad. She took up praying to the water god once more, everyday by the river and she could have sworn she saw the water moving towards her.
When it came time for the band of warriors to leave, after a few weeks of helping and hunting other horrors near the village, they said their goodbyes and departed. Slayers, they called themselves. Priscilla bathed in the river that day, and offered a final prayer, before stowing away on their equipment cart. She was 13 then. She convinced them to take her in. To train her. She wanted to help them fight the injustices of the world. They took her in, and found she had a gift. A gift for magic, or rather, a gift for dealing with magic. She ate it as if it were fish and bread, and stopped it in its tracks moments later. For years she trained, both her body and her ability, until she could best almost every person she had lived with the past decade or some such. Then she ventured out on her own, as a solitary Slayer, to just... solve problems. Maybe even find her way back home.
Other: She can't read or write. Let the games begin.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"That would be the long short of it, yes. There are very few things in fae swamps that aren't deadly." Jacque said as he drew his short blade and examined it before sliding it back into the sheath. The ranger eyed Zecurst and nodded, "Indeed. Your scales will provide a nice means of defense, but take care to ensure that nothing crawls into your nose or ears. It's a devil of a time trying to remove something living from your nasal passages, I know that from experience." he said whilst repressing a small shudder. Jacque looked at the group before him, they all seemed more than capable of handling themselves, so this didn't seem as though he'd have to watch over them, "Let's be off then, yes?" he said before making his way top side.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I'll keep that in mind"</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla nodded and drew her shield from her back, holding it at the ready as she trudged into the swamp. The sound of buzzing insects, croaking frogs and the sloshing of still bog water became all that she could hear as she set foot onto the slushy, drowned soils. Her eyes swept over the environment, taking in all that she could and remaining alert. She could feel a great presence, the sense of unknown weight that she felt on her mind whenever she was drawing close to the end of a hunt. She repeatedly adjusted her grip on her blade, the pins and needles almost unbearably present. Her footsteps were careful, testing the occasional patch of mud with the tip of her blade to check if it is safe to walk on.
"Let us move quick. I itch to exact my vengeance and rid with world of this creature."</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James sniffed the air as he walked with them. "He's straight ahead," he said. "I can smell him. If we keep going straight we'll make it to him."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Once on the surface once more, Jacque's nose crinkled as the smell of stagnating water and rotting foliage hit him in full force. The air was hot and humid, sticking the ranger's clothing to his body with moisture almost immediately. He felt mud squelch beneath his boots, sucking his feet a few inches into the mud before he had the chance to pull them free with a bit of effort. It was at this moment that Jacque remembered why he disliked traveling through swamps. "Well given the stickiness of the muck we're standing in, it's not likely that we'll be able to sneak up on the beast. A pity, frontal assaults can be risky when the opponent has the advantage.". Jacque slowly slid his left foot forward and experimentally pressed into the mud, ensuring that he wouldn't sink in too deeply before stepping down and repeating the process with his right foot. The ranger continued with the somewhat awkward method of locomotion, ignoring the feeling of water soaking his pants and flowing into his boots as he made his way deeper into the swamp.</s>
<|message|>Shari Hanes
"How did I even end up here?" Shari had her hands together as she looking for a way out of the forest she ended up inside. The girl didn't even remember how she got here in the first place. One minute she was getting out of work and talking with her friends, then she followed something that caught her eye. The next she ended up in this weird forest. Her tail was tucked and wrapped around one of her legs, as she wondered if she would ever get back home.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Amos was now ready to go back out in the light, for the darkness had given him more power now. Henceforth he left the old room and ventured to the mouth of the temple. He looked at at the darkened forest to his dismay and did not see the ent, whatsoever. It must have ventured off deeper into the swamp. He would hunt it down and see if he could control it now, for it was bound to him in a way.
After awhile he found signs of its passing, broken limbs and trees pushed over. He was close.
The ent in the meantime, had meandered its way deeper into the swamp. Stumbling on the party of adventures with a crashing of trees and roar..</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla sloshed and pushed through the murky waters that covered the swamp floor with practised effort. Every now and then she would poke at the ground with her blade to check if it would hold fast beneath her foot. She could only grumble and groan as she cut a path through the dank undergrowth and damp foliage, looking back occasionally to check on her comrades, making sure the swamp had not swallowed them up. She did not like this place, these waters were impure and still. The water god did not dwell in these parts, these were the lands of earth and mud. Though she knew that the swamp was merely that, a swamp, she still felt in necessary to be wary for who knew what could be dwelling in the depths and dark hollows.
She turned back to look at the others and smiled, "Tis not exactly a field of daffodils is it?" She chuckled heartily as she pulled herself to a nearby bank from the water, inspecting her platemail with a disgusted grimace. "Let us try to stick to the drier land as much as we can. My plate will rust before we even get there at this rate." Her grimace turned to a look of surprise as she heard the sounds of splintering wood and rustling leaves coming from nearby. A great roar of oaken fury went up at a great tree creature emerged from the brush and advanced upon them, wasting no time at all. "To arms, friends! An enraged ent approaches!" She drew up her shield, held her blade out to the side and whispered a silent prayer to the water god as she saw the ent advance, preparing to dive away should it swipe.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque trudged through the muck at a toddler's pace, hardly something he believed befitting of a ranger, but it was a necessary evil to ensure he reached the destination alive. He gave an amused snort and shrug at Priscilla's statement, "It's a shame the drake you seek wasn't one known to inhabit meadows.". Jacque almost paused to wonder whether or not his statement would be viewed as insensitive, however a roar ripped through the swamp accompanied by the sound of trees being torn asunder by the creature that charged towards the group. The ranger spun, and, upon viewing the ent bearing down upon him, unsheathed his weapon and prepared to do battle. For a moment, the size of the massive amalgamation of wood and fury made Jacque wonder if perhaps he should fight not as a man, but as a beast. The sudden burning sensation on his chest from the talisman he carried quickly shut down that idea, eliciting a small growl of displeasure from him.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
The ent swiped at the group, its long knobby arm rushing with ancient fury. Meanwhile, it's roots dug deep into the mud, coming up on the back of the group, attempting to flank them. Its red eyes burned with intense hatred, for they were trespassing on its home and would pay the price.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
Ze conjured up a fire ball and tossed it at the ent setting it on fire.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla fell into a roll as the ent's knobbed arm came soaring at her, and felt it skim the back of her platemail. Mud and grime filled her ears and splashed onto her face, as she felt it seep past her armor and onto her body beneath the armour. She put her shield on her back once more, knowing that she would not be able to block a blow from this creature without incurring some sort of collateral damage. As the beast reeled from the momentum of its swing, she pushed to her feet and jumped at it, swinging Verschlinger in a wide, advancing arc and feeling it bite into the bark of the ent's leg. She yelled as she wrenched Verschlinger from the ent and rolled under another blow, looking to swing once more in the same place. "Fell the beast! First, stymie its movement and then we will cull it!"</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque sucked in a sharp breath as he jumped back to avoid the ent's, made all the more deadly by the flames that engulfed it's body thanks to Ze. He nearly slipped in the muck, but years of training on nearly every terrain manageable help him remain standing. The ranger lunged forward, his movement was still hampered by the muck, but not enough to stop him from slashing at the ent's knee. Once more he jumped away, thanking the nature gods for his heightened agility as another swing from the wooden beast nearly took his head off. His landing was less than graceful, as he sank partially in the muck, still he could see that his blow had at least left a mark, as evidenced by the long stream of sap that poured from the cut he'd left.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
The ent, now in flames, roared in anger. It was getting wounded badly at this adventurers party and because of this it grew angrier still. It lashed out with all of its extremities this time, intending to swipe at all who opposed it, while trying to guard it's wounded spots more carefully.</s>
| <|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla dove to a solid patch of soil to avoid a solid slam of one of the ent's burning limbs. It was mad, enraged and panicked by the flames, but it was also very slow and still made of wood. She rose quickly, placing her shield upon the solid ground to take to her bastard sword, Verschlinger, with two hands. The hilt was tattered and rough, just how she liked it. She watched the flames dance for a moment, seeing their rich orange colour and feeling the energies within them as her face felt the flush of heat rushing from them. The ent was in place, but only for a moment. With a great inhale, some of the flames from its arm seemed to jump to her, entering through her eyes and mouth, rushing down through her throat to her stomach. The warm orange glow quickly changed, the warmth being traded for the feeling of smoke and mist as it changed from orange to grey.
With a great bellow, she leapt at the creature's stationary, lowered arm and brought her blade down as the energies she had consumed rushed into it. From her blade came a loud, howling buzz, and the blade sizzled into and through the oaken flesh of the ent, sawing its arm straight off. Priscilla backed off with a grunt and a sudden cough, which was quickly followed by a dry heave as the energies backlashed and made her stomach feel like a den of wasps caught in molasses. She wiped her mouth of spittle and looked to the others, "Dark magicks power this beast! Be wary!"</s> |
<|description|>Jacque Marrow
Nickname(optional): N/A
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Powers: Longevity, decreased aging speed, the collective strength, speed, and senses of a large bear
Species: Werebear (born rather than cursed)
Appearance(s): As a human (he stand's at 6'3") - As a werebear (he stands at 12'2")
Crush: None
Relationship: Adoptive father
Spouse(Because I wanted to XD): None
Children(same as above): An adopted wood elf daughter whom he misses dearly
Personality: A somewhat staunch man who although willing to work with others tends to keep to himself. Jacque is quite shrewd and has seen many strange things in his travels, and has become quite worldly as a result. He often prefers to let people make their mistakes on their own so that they might learn from them in the future, though he'll occasionally give assistance and advice when the mood strikes him. Jacque is known to be loyal to a fault to those that earn his trust, though he has little patience for ignorance or arrogance even from friends.
History(optional): A ranger during his earlier years, Jacque was prone to hopping between adventuring groups and was highly nomadic, usually staying in one place long enough to either to complete a goal with his current group or rest. For a while everything was good; he met interesting people, saw interesting things, and even made enough money to ensure he'd never have to work a day in his life, and yet something felt as though it was missing. After over a decade of adventuring, Jacque found that he'd lost the spark that he'd had in his youth, and eventually decided to settle down in a little village where the coast met the forest. Jacque enjoyed his new life style, though he found it to be a bit lonelier after having been accustomed to being accompanied by groups of people. He originally attempted to find a girl to settle down with, however he never really connected with anyone he courted. Jacque then turned to option two: adopting a kid to raise as his own, planning at first to adopt a boy, but settling instead on a scrappy little elf girl named Laura. Jacque raised Laura the ranger's way, teaching her to be strong and resourceful, and when she was of age and expressed interest, he eventually sent her to the Ranger's Guild where he had learned his trade. To his surprise, Jacque found that raising Laura to become a ranger had rekindled the spark he had lost, and decided once more to set out for more adventure.
Other: He's terrified of crows and ravens and carries three things on him constantly: A talisman that prevents transformations, a picture of his daughter, and a bag filled with herbs
"Let the games begin."
Also a question; Would you mind the starting island being where Jacque made his home?</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James nodded, then leaped about 20 feet in the air, spinning as he came back down almost like a drill as he extended the horns on his head to burrow through the ground, and made his way towards the swamp at high speed.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Down he went into the temple, exploring the numerous rooms, finding some gold and gems. All useless to him but he questioned why they were there in the first place. He soon arrived in what he presumed was the central chamber to find what looked like an old sacrifice and a treasure horde. Skeletal remains littered the place and in a circle of dead bodies wearing tattered robes, a blood red gem sat upon a pedestal. An aura of corruption seemed to flow from it, so he decided to let it lay there, knowing that it would not effect him in the slightest. The treasure about the room came in many forms, more gems, gold, weapons and armor. Something was amiss however, as it all seemed to be tainted but to a mortal there would be no difference. At the back of the room sat a table and a chair, to which he sat in the chair, regaining his powers quickly.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"Well, here we go!" Zecurst said eagerly.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque smiled softly and looked to the tree line when Priscilla asked of the secrets of the land he'd called home, "This island is inhabited by a fairly sizable number of faefolk. It's safe to say there could be any number of mysteries about these lands.". Thus far things were going well for Jacque, in fact, they were going even better than he'd hoped. His arrival had been well received by the group, and while his adventure might have been starting a bit closer to home than he'd hoped, beggars couldn't be choosers. The ranger nodded silently at Priscilla's implied invitation and began to follow the others into the hole, grimacing slightly at the method used to travel to their location, as he knew the island well enough to find a discrete way to the swamps, but ultimately deciding not to raise too much of a fuss about it. It was indeed dark, however Jacque's sharpened senses allowed him to follow behind the Slayer ahead of him whilst at the same time keeping a comfortable distance. The ranger kept a relatively leisurely pace, after all, nearly every species of dragon, be they wyverns, wyrms, drakes, or naga, never strayed far from a location that they had marked as there. In all honesty, the only species of dragons Jacque could think of that didn't stay in one location would be those that inhabited the sea. "You mentioned that this creature was yours alone to kill, and I recognize that gleam you've got in your eye. With the species we're after and the way you're treating this situation, i'm guessing the swamp drake razed your village to the ground. Would that be correct?".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
The tunnel was dark enough that Priscilla's torch could only light up a few meters around her, the disturbed dust and debris was thick in the air, stymieing the warm glow of the fire in her hand. She drew her blade slowly, squinting her eyes as if to pierce through the obfuscating clouds of dirt, and hefted it in one hand with relative ease. Years spent in the training yard and on the hunt have made her strong, and she was proficient with wielding the bastard blade's weight fluidly in either hand or both. The torchlight glinted off of the blade, highlighting the nicks and scratches in its surface, but also showing the keen edge it held. The sword's handle was decorated with rune-embroidered strips of cloth that dangled over its macelike pommel and lop-sided cross-guard
Jacque's question caught her off-guard, making her pause in her step. The saddened expression on her face was known only to her in this dim lighting and closed-off space. She looked back, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she spoke. "That is a very good guess. Yes. The foul creature ruined my home," The memory was still fresh in her mind, whilst she had forgotten the name of the village and exactly where it was, she still remembered the events that drove her this far. She continued with anger in her voice, "Defiled the waters and devoured those I held dear." She spat in disgust, moving now with more purpose.
"For that it will bleed."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin sighed before heading back in the direction of the forest, the inu(Ace) following behind him.
Price eventually came upon five people, one group being what appeared to be triplets with an older boy watching over them and the fifth person being a girl(Aniram) who didn't seem related to them at all. With his keen sense of smell, he could tell none of these were human. Relieved, he began to approach the triplets and whoever else was there.
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(Still in his lair)
Hunter had finished the spell for summoning shadow creatures and looked up from his book to see what he caught. They seem fairly stronger than my last group of shadow minions. He grinned at the thought as he only hoped these newer minions could defeat someone he liked to call Dino-Boy(Arin).</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque grunted softly as his prediction hit the mark. Although he didn't show it, he felt a bit of pity for Priscilla, as he tale was one that many an adventurer shared. "Your mission is admirable Slayer, but you should take care not to let your goal blind you when the time comes to do what you have to do. You sound as though you have the will to take your revenge, however that's not enough. Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive." Jacque said as he lightly tugged a braid again. Although he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him would realize it, he'd intentionally used the word 'survive' rather than 'win'. In battle there were far too many variables for a fight to have a clear outcome, and though he didn't speak of it, Jacque knew all too well that like many who had come before her, there was always the possibility that Priscilla would be the one that was slain in battle.</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James spoke telepathically to Jacque while he kept digging. "Not this one. He's stupid, and arrogant. He'll underestimate her, and be killed because of it. He is royalty after all. And royalty are too naive."</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla stumbled as her foot caught on a rock in her path, but she recovered quick and continued at her determined pace. She felt the tingling in her fingertips and the pain behind her eye returning. They were nearing the swamp and in turn, the swamp drake. The smell of brimstone and rotting plant had become stronger and her mouth was beginning to feel like the scales of a desert wyrm. Omens all, but at this point nothing was going to deter her from her goal.
She chuckled at the statement and nodded in the affirmative, "Oh yes, I've seen the temptations that the scaled folk can present us mortals with. I can assure you, supposed prince or not, there is nothing this squirming wretch can offer up to save itself now. And don't worry, I think best when I'm in the thick of conflict." She felt it unnecessary to mention that it was the only area that she considered herself as thinking well in. Her grip on her blade tightened. "I've come too far to be thrown off now."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
The ranger's mouth quirked slightly at the sudden intrusion into his mind, "How odd. I've never met a drake that was slow in the mind. That being said, your views on those that bear the crowns blessing is a bit naive in and on itself. You speak as if all who have royal blood in their veins are naive. I've found that the number of intelligent royals vastly out numbers the fools, it's just that the fools tend to be the most vocal. The actions of a few and all of that." Jacque retorted mentally whilst brushing a bit of sand from his cloak.
Turning his attention back to Priscilla, Jacque nodded though the gesture was lost given the fact that she looked ahead. "So long as you are certain. Still, this will be it's playing field. I'll honor your request to stand aside during your fight, however if you'd like information regarding the swamp i'd be willing to impart some. Fae touched lands are not lands that one should enter without caution, and this place will be no exception.".</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla looked back to the large man and felt her lips part in a grin. It was enjoyable to not have to travel this last stretch of her journey alone, and the advantage of having a local to offer guidance was not lost on her as she nodded back at him. "Well, these being the lands that you live in, and the knowledge of those attuned with nature is always a welcome commodity to we Slayers on our hunts. But first allow me to ask you something. You have the smell of a man who has dedicated himself to the wilds, seen its secrets and tended to its denizens. Am I correct in the assumption that you are some sort of druid? Maybe a guardian of the wood? You strike me as a keeper of the peace."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin went into the forest and continued walking.
Ace sighed, he was growing bored. He looked up at the one he was following. "Can we play I spy?" He asked.
Arin looked at the pup. "I don't see why not." He smiled as he said this.</s>
<|message|>Evermore (She had a option to make up a name)
Ever started to feel tired of flying around watching people talk to each other and analyzing a few of them. They all seemed very interesting to her, and it gave her curiosity of what they all could do. She felt get wings start to get sore which made her let out a soft groan. She has been flying around for quite a while without anyone even knowing. Sometimes it does suck that she couldn't speak at all. And the only way to talk was if she was around people making words with the energy in her.
So to help her sore wings, she flew to the ground gracefully enjoying the feel of the wind passing through her. She was starting to get lonely which made her frown a bit. Her big wings helped her cover her body from sight as they curled a bit around her.</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Virgil
A man with shoulder-length white hair, wearing a white tank top covered by a black leather jacket was awoken by the taste of sand in his mouth. He stood up and brushed himself off. Looking up, he saw he was on some sort of island or beach which was connected to a dense-looking forest in the distance. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he decided not to worry about that and enjoy his time here.</s>
| <|message|>Jacque Marrow
"A druid? No, no, nothing so magically adept. You're spot on with your next assumption however. I'm a member of the Ranger's guild. Been one since I was about sixteen." Jacque said as he reached out and touched the soil gently. The ranger brought his hand back and sniffed some of the dirt slightly before brushing his hand on his pants. James' digging was getting them closer to the swamp faster than he'd originally thought, impressing Jacque a bit. "As for keeping the peace, well, I do what I can to help. And yourself? You don't seem nervous, nor particularly arrogant, so you're clearly not that new at this, how long have you been a Slayer?".</s> |
<|description|>Jacque Marrow
Nickname(optional): N/A
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Powers: Longevity, decreased aging speed, the collective strength, speed, and senses of a large bear
Species: Werebear (born rather than cursed)
Appearance(s): As a human (he stand's at 6'3") - As a werebear (he stands at 12'2")
Crush: None
Relationship: Adoptive father
Spouse(Because I wanted to XD): None
Children(same as above): An adopted wood elf daughter whom he misses dearly
Personality: A somewhat staunch man who although willing to work with others tends to keep to himself. Jacque is quite shrewd and has seen many strange things in his travels, and has become quite worldly as a result. He often prefers to let people make their mistakes on their own so that they might learn from them in the future, though he'll occasionally give assistance and advice when the mood strikes him. Jacque is known to be loyal to a fault to those that earn his trust, though he has little patience for ignorance or arrogance even from friends.
History(optional): A ranger during his earlier years, Jacque was prone to hopping between adventuring groups and was highly nomadic, usually staying in one place long enough to either to complete a goal with his current group or rest. For a while everything was good; he met interesting people, saw interesting things, and even made enough money to ensure he'd never have to work a day in his life, and yet something felt as though it was missing. After over a decade of adventuring, Jacque found that he'd lost the spark that he'd had in his youth, and eventually decided to settle down in a little village where the coast met the forest. Jacque enjoyed his new life style, though he found it to be a bit lonelier after having been accustomed to being accompanied by groups of people. He originally attempted to find a girl to settle down with, however he never really connected with anyone he courted. Jacque then turned to option two: adopting a kid to raise as his own, planning at first to adopt a boy, but settling instead on a scrappy little elf girl named Laura. Jacque raised Laura the ranger's way, teaching her to be strong and resourceful, and when she was of age and expressed interest, he eventually sent her to the Ranger's Guild where he had learned his trade. To his surprise, Jacque found that raising Laura to become a ranger had rekindled the spark he had lost, and decided once more to set out for more adventure.
Other: He's terrified of crows and ravens and carries three things on him constantly: A talisman that prevents transformations, a picture of his daughter, and a bag filled with herbs
"Let the games begin."
Also a question; Would you mind the starting island being where Jacque made his home?</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I prefer the darkness myself, but then again I am half vampire."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin and Ace continued to explore the forest while playing a game of 'I spy'. As he was doing that, Arin was also keeping a look out for anything suspicious as he knew someone would try to pick a fight with him eventually.
Ace looked around for something to use for his little 'game' and said, "I spy something brown with leaves on the top."
Arin smiled while shaking his head in amusement. "A tree." He replied in a simple manner.
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Price moved a little bit closer to the triplets and Aniram, hoping one of these people would notice him. Then again, he could go the other route and attempt a greeting. He decided to go with the latter and waved at them.
Virgil decided to find out if there were others stuck here and if he was right, he would have two questions for whoever came up to him.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"Thank you for the complement, not everyone tends to see eye to eye with us rangers. Your tragic circumstances aside, you sound as if you're doing quite well for yourself madam Slayer. And impressive tale indeed." Jacque stated as he idly pulled a spearmint leaf from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and proceeded to chew it, filling his nose with the crisp scent. He wasn't quite sure if Priscilla could smell it yet given how much sharper his senses work than the average humor, but the hole that was being dug was beginning to smell of damp, rotting foliage, typical of many swamp regions. "I think it's about time we surfaced, dragonspawn. We don't want to come up inside the swamp itself, remember?" Jacque loudly called up ahead to James, his deep rumbling voice echoing down the tunnel like the sound of rolling thunder in the distance. After giving James a heads up, he contemplated pointing out the fact that Priscilla had said "three and ten" rather than thirteen, however given the fact that he'd also witnessed her physically counting out the number with her fingers, he held his tongue, surmising that books smarts weren't really the Slayer's strong suit. For now Jacque would let it be, however he made a mental note to teach her how to properly count if it became a hassle in the future.
"The darkness does hold several advantages to it, however there are flaws in it as well. The same could be said of any environment really. Given your heritage it's no surprise that you'd prefer this sort of environment, but never forget that one should strive to be able to adapt to any location they find themselves in."</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
Apparently, James had gone ahead of them, far ahead of them, and finished the tunnel, so he came walking back in human form. "The tunnel is done. We're about 50 yards from the swamp."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
(Still in his lair)
Hunter grinned once he thought up a plan and sent the first shadow creature he caught to find the one called Arin. He looked at the other ones and told them that they would all get a turn.
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Virgil decided to venture the forest a bit and went further down the woods once inside.
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Price walked away from the triplets and the girl(Aniram) since they didn't seem to acknowledge him. He ventured off into the forest and wondered if he would find someone there.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"That is true, While I may have certain advantages in the darkness it is important that am able to to fight and survive well in any situation and/or circumstances."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque stopped and nodded approvingly and sniffed the air again, detecting the scent of peat moss and stagnant water up ahead, "You're quite the adept digger, dragonspawn. If I didn't know it was you I would've assumed that a wurm had dug this hole, well done." he said before swallong the mint leaf in his mouth and producing another one to chew on. "Now, before we surface, I should warn you lot of what dwells within the swamp.", Jacque reached out to the side and grabbed a fistful of dirt, "The soil in the swamp is not like the soil you'll find at the beach or in the forest. It's extremely muddy and sticky, and will start to suck you down if you stand in one place for too long. In some spots the muck will be a bit deeper than others, if you get stuck do NOT struggle, you strength will only cause you to sink quicker. You'll find that the spots were the muck is deepest with have a series of bubbles from trapped air pockets coming to the surface.". Jacque dropped the soil and dusted off his hands, "The next issue will be the plant life. There will be any number of dangerous plants, like razor grass, noose vines, or thorn bushes, and even a few berry bushes that produce poison fruits and attract all manner of dangerous insects with their flowers. Speaking of insects, unlike the larger animals that were smart enough to flee, these creatures will still be around, and without their predators milling about, they'll be out in full force. These are creatures that are loaded with extremely toxic stings and bites formed by years of defending themselves from predation, so try to avoid them if you can. Lastly, if you hear a loud buzzing sound or see what appears to be a black cloud approaching, run as quickly as you can or duck under the water for as long as you can. That "cloud" will be a swarm made up of a particularly nasty species of fly native to this island. If they catch you they'll burrow into your flesh and drain you of your blood, and that's if you're lucky. If you're not, they'll end up drinking enough to incapacitate you, then lay eggs inside your body. The larvae that hatch are prone to digging into bone to feed on your marrow rather than just blood or tissue. If that happens it'll take weeks to die, and it'll be agonizing every step of the way. I've seen this first hand, and personally, i'd sooner slit my own throat than sit through that.". Jacque let his words hang in the damp air as he stared down each member of the rag tag group.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla stepped from the tunnel and smiled, feeling the open air upon her face. Her revelry was cut short by the smell of moss, stagnant water and rotting plant matter, a dank scent thick in the air that hit her in the back of the throat and made her stomach budge slightly with disgust. She looked to the dragonspawn and nodded curtly, "Well done, Dragonspawn. You'd make a fine miner, I'd wager. Still would have like to walk the earth on its surface, as the Maker intended, but we are here now. I have no interest in complaining." After a bash of her fist on her breastplate out of small respect, she turned to Jacque and pushed the scent of the nearby swamp from her mind, trying to take in all of the sage advice that he doled out. "I see. So in short, we have man-eating mud, man-eating insects and more man-eating mud before us. And we are to wade through it all before we reach the dragon itself?" She grinned, the prospect of danger exciting her and spurring her heart on even more. "I am to believe that the beast itself resides in the centre of the swamp itself?"
In the back of her mind, she could still taste the scent of something malicious on the air, just as before. Rotting plant and brimstone, smog and smoke. Her fingers felt as if they were punctured on all sides by needles, and her eye felt fit to leap from her skull, prompting her to rub it slowly as she gazed at their surroundings. Something was here. Something unnatural. She tightened her grip on Verschlinger and gave it a small practice swing before pointing towards the swamp with it. "If so, then I guess its to the centre of the swamp we go."</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"Now is as good a time as any to have the natural armor that scales provide."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin kept walking through the forest, but then stopped all of sudden.
Ace looked curiously up at him before slowing to a stop himself. "Why have we stopped walking?" He asked.
Arin looked around and then at the dog. "It just feels like we've been walking for hours." He answered before going into deep thought. We should have ran into something by now. He shrugged at this before moving again. Or I least 'I' should've. (XD)
Ace nodded, finding it true. However, he wanted to play around more. "Can I run around for a bit?" He asked.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"That would be the long short of it, yes. There are very few things in fae swamps that aren't deadly." Jacque said as he drew his short blade and examined it before sliding it back into the sheath. The ranger eyed Zecurst and nodded, "Indeed. Your scales will provide a nice means of defense, but take care to ensure that nothing crawls into your nose or ears. It's a devil of a time trying to remove something living from your nasal passages, I know that from experience." he said whilst repressing a small shudder. Jacque looked at the group before him, they all seemed more than capable of handling themselves, so this didn't seem as though he'd have to watch over them, "Let's be off then, yes?" he said before making his way top side.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I'll keep that in mind"</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla nodded and drew her shield from her back, holding it at the ready as she trudged into the swamp. The sound of buzzing insects, croaking frogs and the sloshing of still bog water became all that she could hear as she set foot onto the slushy, drowned soils. Her eyes swept over the environment, taking in all that she could and remaining alert. She could feel a great presence, the sense of unknown weight that she felt on her mind whenever she was drawing close to the end of a hunt. She repeatedly adjusted her grip on her blade, the pins and needles almost unbearably present. Her footsteps were careful, testing the occasional patch of mud with the tip of her blade to check if it is safe to walk on.
"Let us move quick. I itch to exact my vengeance and rid with world of this creature."</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James sniffed the air as he walked with them. "He's straight ahead," he said. "I can smell him. If we keep going straight we'll make it to him."</s>
| <|message|>Jacque Marrow
Once on the surface once more, Jacque's nose crinkled as the smell of stagnating water and rotting foliage hit him in full force. The air was hot and humid, sticking the ranger's clothing to his body with moisture almost immediately. He felt mud squelch beneath his boots, sucking his feet a few inches into the mud before he had the chance to pull them free with a bit of effort. It was at this moment that Jacque remembered why he disliked traveling through swamps. "Well given the stickiness of the muck we're standing in, it's not likely that we'll be able to sneak up on the beast. A pity, frontal assaults can be risky when the opponent has the advantage.". Jacque slowly slid his left foot forward and experimentally pressed into the mud, ensuring that he wouldn't sink in too deeply before stepping down and repeating the process with his right foot. The ranger continued with the somewhat awkward method of locomotion, ignoring the feeling of water soaking his pants and flowing into his boots as he made his way deeper into the swamp.</s> |
<|description|>Jacque Marrow
Nickname(optional): N/A
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Powers: Longevity, decreased aging speed, the collective strength, speed, and senses of a large bear
Species: Werebear (born rather than cursed)
Appearance(s): As a human (he stand's at 6'3") - As a werebear (he stands at 12'2")
Crush: None
Relationship: Adoptive father
Spouse(Because I wanted to XD): None
Children(same as above): An adopted wood elf daughter whom he misses dearly
Personality: A somewhat staunch man who although willing to work with others tends to keep to himself. Jacque is quite shrewd and has seen many strange things in his travels, and has become quite worldly as a result. He often prefers to let people make their mistakes on their own so that they might learn from them in the future, though he'll occasionally give assistance and advice when the mood strikes him. Jacque is known to be loyal to a fault to those that earn his trust, though he has little patience for ignorance or arrogance even from friends.
History(optional): A ranger during his earlier years, Jacque was prone to hopping between adventuring groups and was highly nomadic, usually staying in one place long enough to either to complete a goal with his current group or rest. For a while everything was good; he met interesting people, saw interesting things, and even made enough money to ensure he'd never have to work a day in his life, and yet something felt as though it was missing. After over a decade of adventuring, Jacque found that he'd lost the spark that he'd had in his youth, and eventually decided to settle down in a little village where the coast met the forest. Jacque enjoyed his new life style, though he found it to be a bit lonelier after having been accustomed to being accompanied by groups of people. He originally attempted to find a girl to settle down with, however he never really connected with anyone he courted. Jacque then turned to option two: adopting a kid to raise as his own, planning at first to adopt a boy, but settling instead on a scrappy little elf girl named Laura. Jacque raised Laura the ranger's way, teaching her to be strong and resourceful, and when she was of age and expressed interest, he eventually sent her to the Ranger's Guild where he had learned his trade. To his surprise, Jacque found that raising Laura to become a ranger had rekindled the spark he had lost, and decided once more to set out for more adventure.
Other: He's terrified of crows and ravens and carries three things on him constantly: A talisman that prevents transformations, a picture of his daughter, and a bag filled with herbs
"Let the games begin."
Also a question; Would you mind the starting island being where Jacque made his home?</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla stepped from the tunnel and smiled, feeling the open air upon her face. Her revelry was cut short by the smell of moss, stagnant water and rotting plant matter, a dank scent thick in the air that hit her in the back of the throat and made her stomach budge slightly with disgust. She looked to the dragonspawn and nodded curtly, "Well done, Dragonspawn. You'd make a fine miner, I'd wager. Still would have like to walk the earth on its surface, as the Maker intended, but we are here now. I have no interest in complaining." After a bash of her fist on her breastplate out of small respect, she turned to Jacque and pushed the scent of the nearby swamp from her mind, trying to take in all of the sage advice that he doled out. "I see. So in short, we have man-eating mud, man-eating insects and more man-eating mud before us. And we are to wade through it all before we reach the dragon itself?" She grinned, the prospect of danger exciting her and spurring her heart on even more. "I am to believe that the beast itself resides in the centre of the swamp itself?"
In the back of her mind, she could still taste the scent of something malicious on the air, just as before. Rotting plant and brimstone, smog and smoke. Her fingers felt as if they were punctured on all sides by needles, and her eye felt fit to leap from her skull, prompting her to rub it slowly as she gazed at their surroundings. Something was here. Something unnatural. She tightened her grip on Verschlinger and gave it a small practice swing before pointing towards the swamp with it. "If so, then I guess its to the centre of the swamp we go."</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"Now is as good a time as any to have the natural armor that scales provide."</s>
<|message|>Arin Kurokawa
Arin kept walking through the forest, but then stopped all of sudden.
Ace looked curiously up at him before slowing to a stop himself. "Why have we stopped walking?" He asked.
Arin looked around and then at the dog. "It just feels like we've been walking for hours." He answered before going into deep thought. We should have ran into something by now. He shrugged at this before moving again. Or I least 'I' should've. (XD)
Ace nodded, finding it true. However, he wanted to play around more. "Can I run around for a bit?" He asked.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
"That would be the long short of it, yes. There are very few things in fae swamps that aren't deadly." Jacque said as he drew his short blade and examined it before sliding it back into the sheath. The ranger eyed Zecurst and nodded, "Indeed. Your scales will provide a nice means of defense, but take care to ensure that nothing crawls into your nose or ears. It's a devil of a time trying to remove something living from your nasal passages, I know that from experience." he said whilst repressing a small shudder. Jacque looked at the group before him, they all seemed more than capable of handling themselves, so this didn't seem as though he'd have to watch over them, "Let's be off then, yes?" he said before making his way top side.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
"I'll keep that in mind"</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla nodded and drew her shield from her back, holding it at the ready as she trudged into the swamp. The sound of buzzing insects, croaking frogs and the sloshing of still bog water became all that she could hear as she set foot onto the slushy, drowned soils. Her eyes swept over the environment, taking in all that she could and remaining alert. She could feel a great presence, the sense of unknown weight that she felt on her mind whenever she was drawing close to the end of a hunt. She repeatedly adjusted her grip on her blade, the pins and needles almost unbearably present. Her footsteps were careful, testing the occasional patch of mud with the tip of her blade to check if it is safe to walk on.
"Let us move quick. I itch to exact my vengeance and rid with world of this creature."</s>
<|message|>James (his last name was forgotten long ago)
James sniffed the air as he walked with them. "He's straight ahead," he said. "I can smell him. If we keep going straight we'll make it to him."</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Once on the surface once more, Jacque's nose crinkled as the smell of stagnating water and rotting foliage hit him in full force. The air was hot and humid, sticking the ranger's clothing to his body with moisture almost immediately. He felt mud squelch beneath his boots, sucking his feet a few inches into the mud before he had the chance to pull them free with a bit of effort. It was at this moment that Jacque remembered why he disliked traveling through swamps. "Well given the stickiness of the muck we're standing in, it's not likely that we'll be able to sneak up on the beast. A pity, frontal assaults can be risky when the opponent has the advantage.". Jacque slowly slid his left foot forward and experimentally pressed into the mud, ensuring that he wouldn't sink in too deeply before stepping down and repeating the process with his right foot. The ranger continued with the somewhat awkward method of locomotion, ignoring the feeling of water soaking his pants and flowing into his boots as he made his way deeper into the swamp.</s>
<|message|>Shari Hanes
"How did I even end up here?" Shari had her hands together as she looking for a way out of the forest she ended up inside. The girl didn't even remember how she got here in the first place. One minute she was getting out of work and talking with her friends, then she followed something that caught her eye. The next she ended up in this weird forest. Her tail was tucked and wrapped around one of her legs, as she wondered if she would ever get back home.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
Amos was now ready to go back out in the light, for the darkness had given him more power now. Henceforth he left the old room and ventured to the mouth of the temple. He looked at at the darkened forest to his dismay and did not see the ent, whatsoever. It must have ventured off deeper into the swamp. He would hunt it down and see if he could control it now, for it was bound to him in a way.
After awhile he found signs of its passing, broken limbs and trees pushed over. He was close.
The ent in the meantime, had meandered its way deeper into the swamp. Stumbling on the party of adventures with a crashing of trees and roar..</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla sloshed and pushed through the murky waters that covered the swamp floor with practised effort. Every now and then she would poke at the ground with her blade to check if it would hold fast beneath her foot. She could only grumble and groan as she cut a path through the dank undergrowth and damp foliage, looking back occasionally to check on her comrades, making sure the swamp had not swallowed them up. She did not like this place, these waters were impure and still. The water god did not dwell in these parts, these were the lands of earth and mud. Though she knew that the swamp was merely that, a swamp, she still felt in necessary to be wary for who knew what could be dwelling in the depths and dark hollows.
She turned back to look at the others and smiled, "Tis not exactly a field of daffodils is it?" She chuckled heartily as she pulled herself to a nearby bank from the water, inspecting her platemail with a disgusted grimace. "Let us try to stick to the drier land as much as we can. My plate will rust before we even get there at this rate." Her grimace turned to a look of surprise as she heard the sounds of splintering wood and rustling leaves coming from nearby. A great roar of oaken fury went up at a great tree creature emerged from the brush and advanced upon them, wasting no time at all. "To arms, friends! An enraged ent approaches!" She drew up her shield, held her blade out to the side and whispered a silent prayer to the water god as she saw the ent advance, preparing to dive away should it swipe.</s>
<|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque trudged through the muck at a toddler's pace, hardly something he believed befitting of a ranger, but it was a necessary evil to ensure he reached the destination alive. He gave an amused snort and shrug at Priscilla's statement, "It's a shame the drake you seek wasn't one known to inhabit meadows.". Jacque almost paused to wonder whether or not his statement would be viewed as insensitive, however a roar ripped through the swamp accompanied by the sound of trees being torn asunder by the creature that charged towards the group. The ranger spun, and, upon viewing the ent bearing down upon him, unsheathed his weapon and prepared to do battle. For a moment, the size of the massive amalgamation of wood and fury made Jacque wonder if perhaps he should fight not as a man, but as a beast. The sudden burning sensation on his chest from the talisman he carried quickly shut down that idea, eliciting a small growl of displeasure from him.</s>
<|message|>Amos "The Night" Taroc
The ent swiped at the group, its long knobby arm rushing with ancient fury. Meanwhile, it's roots dug deep into the mud, coming up on the back of the group, attempting to flank them. Its red eyes burned with intense hatred, for they were trespassing on its home and would pay the price.</s>
<|message|>Zecurst Yazern Xerces
Ze conjured up a fire ball and tossed it at the ent setting it on fire.</s>
<|message|>Priscilla
Priscilla fell into a roll as the ent's knobbed arm came soaring at her, and felt it skim the back of her platemail. Mud and grime filled her ears and splashed onto her face, as she felt it seep past her armor and onto her body beneath the armour. She put her shield on her back once more, knowing that she would not be able to block a blow from this creature without incurring some sort of collateral damage. As the beast reeled from the momentum of its swing, she pushed to her feet and jumped at it, swinging Verschlinger in a wide, advancing arc and feeling it bite into the bark of the ent's leg. She yelled as she wrenched Verschlinger from the ent and rolled under another blow, looking to swing once more in the same place. "Fell the beast! First, stymie its movement and then we will cull it!"</s>
| <|message|>Jacque Marrow
Jacque sucked in a sharp breath as he jumped back to avoid the ent's, made all the more deadly by the flames that engulfed it's body thanks to Ze. He nearly slipped in the muck, but years of training on nearly every terrain manageable help him remain standing. The ranger lunged forward, his movement was still hampered by the muck, but not enough to stop him from slashing at the ent's knee. Once more he jumped away, thanking the nature gods for his heightened agility as another swing from the wooden beast nearly took his head off. His landing was less than graceful, as he sank partially in the muck, still he could see that his blow had at least left a mark, as evidenced by the long stream of sap that poured from the cut he'd left.</s> |
<|description|>Sol Marin
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Species: Turned Vampire
Personality: TBR
Bio: As a young child Sol had been chosen to be raised for her blood. She was rumored to be nonhuman as her blood was tastier than most. Sol worked hard to avoid being drained of blood. After three years of working hard Sol was chosen to be blooded. She was trained in combat and as she was put in the army the other children from her town were broken out, and Sol, who despised the vampires, was forced into the army.
Weapon: Flamethrower
Side: Unknown</s>
<|message|>Sol Marin
Sol sat in a strategic meeting. Apparently the humans were planning to attack in a week. Could Sol sabotage the attack. Could Sol finally escape. Sol stared at the windowless wall until it was time for feeding. Sol hated feeding. All the children were gathered in one room and the vampires were allowed to feed. Sol walked to the feeding room, scowling. She hated her life. All of her childhood friends had escaped except for her. She was stuck here with vampires.</s>
<|message|>Sara Kawasaki
Sara stood outside the room leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, she had long black hair that was put into pigtails. Her attire was very fancy and clean, she didn't go into the room since she didn't want to feed on failed vampires that had to be destroyed. She mainly had to keep an eye on Sol, since she seemed very suspicious, she was the only one of her group to not escape. She opened her eyes to reveal that they were red, but not glowing for the sake of her hunger. "...Pigs... they're just pigs..." Sara said as she walked towards the door, staring at them all once she stood at the door.</s>
<|message|>Galard Farzen
The humans main camp was quite noisy, everyone was bussy getting everything ready for the next week, when the battle would take place.
There were soldiers coming and going all over the place, one man was standing silently against a wall.
His eyes analyzed everthing: their armors, their weapons, he could even tell who was mentally prepared for the battle and who was not.
Suddenly he was in5tertupted by a young soldier.
"Hey Vampire slayer, the higher ranks want you to go spy on the vampires, hurry up"
Galard sighed and then walk away from the main camp</s>
<|message|>James Hunter
James Hunter walked back into his hideout, dragging one unconscious rebel soldier and one unconscious vampire soldier(who just happens to be from the same unit as Sol and Sara, so they're probably going to notice that he's missing) with him. The human rebel was bound with rope while the vampire was bound with chains. He was planning to interrogate both of them when they woke up to find out information about the upcoming battle.</s>
| <|message|>Sol Marin
Sol walked over to a little girl standing in a corner. She looked like she was going to be prey for someone else but Sol decided to interfere. She walked over to the girl and moved her hair aside before sinking her fangs into the girl's neck. Sol drank her share of blood before leaving. Her boss showed up and informed her that a squad member had disappeared.</s> |
<|description|>James Hunter
Appearance:
Age: 17
Gender: male
Species: Human(sort of)
Personality: James is a bit of a hermit. He only really leaves his house he's hiding out in to get food, or to make discreet attacks against vampires, the only trace of him ever leaving his house being a couple dead vampires in the street.
Bio: Nobody really knows anything about him, because he lives in hiding, but apparently they tried turning him when he was younger and it didn't work for some reason. He's immune to vampirism, and his blood burns on when they drink it.
Side: Neither. He's fighting the vampires, but the rebellion disproves of his methods so he's not a part of it directly.
Weapon: Through trial and error, he managed to make a chainsaw katana. He'll also use other weapons occasionally, but he prefers practicality over conventional weapons.</s>
<|message|>Sol Marin
Sol sat in a strategic meeting. Apparently the humans were planning to attack in a week. Could Sol sabotage the attack. Could Sol finally escape. Sol stared at the windowless wall until it was time for feeding. Sol hated feeding. All the children were gathered in one room and the vampires were allowed to feed. Sol walked to the feeding room, scowling. She hated her life. All of her childhood friends had escaped except for her. She was stuck here with vampires.</s>
<|message|>Sara Kawasaki
Sara stood outside the room leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, she had long black hair that was put into pigtails. Her attire was very fancy and clean, she didn't go into the room since she didn't want to feed on failed vampires that had to be destroyed. She mainly had to keep an eye on Sol, since she seemed very suspicious, she was the only one of her group to not escape. She opened her eyes to reveal that they were red, but not glowing for the sake of her hunger. "...Pigs... they're just pigs..." Sara said as she walked towards the door, staring at them all once she stood at the door.</s>
<|message|>Galard Farzen
The humans main camp was quite noisy, everyone was bussy getting everything ready for the next week, when the battle would take place.
There were soldiers coming and going all over the place, one man was standing silently against a wall.
His eyes analyzed everthing: their armors, their weapons, he could even tell who was mentally prepared for the battle and who was not.
Suddenly he was in5tertupted by a young soldier.
"Hey Vampire slayer, the higher ranks want you to go spy on the vampires, hurry up"
Galard sighed and then walk away from the main camp</s>
<|message|>James Hunter
James Hunter walked back into his hideout, dragging one unconscious rebel soldier and one unconscious vampire soldier(who just happens to be from the same unit as Sol and Sara, so they're probably going to notice that he's missing) with him. The human rebel was bound with rope while the vampire was bound with chains. He was planning to interrogate both of them when they woke up to find out information about the upcoming battle.</s>
<|message|>Sol Marin
Sol walked over to a little girl standing in a corner. She looked like she was going to be prey for someone else but Sol decided to interfere. She walked over to the girl and moved her hair aside before sinking her fangs into the girl's neck. Sol drank her share of blood before leaving. Her boss showed up and informed her that a squad member had disappeared.</s>
<|message|>Sara Kawasaki
Sara got informed herself that an underling had disappeared, she sighed in annoyance as she moved out of the way of the door. She stared down at the hallway for while, and eventually started to walk down it, no emotion was on her face at all. She didn't like humans-no she hated humans. She had lost her younger sister to the hunters a couple of years ago, and that's when she became mad, and decided to act with the vampires. Her brother had been a soldier for a while, he is about a commander rank, he wields a giant axe that can get larger and smaller upon wish. "Every single of those disgusting humans, every single one of them will die."</s>
| <|message|>James Hunter
After James had finished interrogating the rebel and the vampire, he left each of them not too far from their respective bases, right out in the open where their allies would find them unconscious and injured before he went back home. He had gotten the information he needed.</s> |
<|description|>Peter Murdock-Parker
Often goes simply by Murdock
Alias -
The Spider
Age -
26
Earth # -
1501
Powers -
Standard Spider-Man powers
Standard Daredevil powers
Combined Spidey/Radar Sense
Martial Arts Training
Weaknesses -
Standard Spider-Man weaknesses
Standard Daredevil weaknesses
Blind
Can't webswing as well as other Spider-Men
Personality
Charming, Fearless, Morally Flexible
Standard Spidey costume, but with black instead of blue, and the 'lenses' in the mask aren't actually lenses, just blacked out reflective pieces.
He looks more like Matt Murdock than Peter Parker. Refer to Charlie Cox's Matt Murdock if you need a visual.
Peter Murdock-Parker was bitten by a radioactive spider at age 16. He was at a public exhibition for 'safe' nuclear experiments when the spider, irradiated by accident during a demonstration, bit him on the back of the neck. He felt dizzy, and his vision blurred, before he passed out. He awoke in the hospital, only able to 'see' dancing colored blurs. He was blind. However, he started to notice that he had strange new abilities when he awoke. He was stronger and faster than before, able to cling to walls, and was able to sense oncoming danger. However, his senses (excluding sight, of course) were also unbelievably enhanced.
He adjusted to this new life as anyone would, and was greatly supported by his uncle, Ben Parker. Peter's parents (who, when married, hyphenated their last names) died in an accident when he was very young, and was taken in by Ben and May Parker, Peter's matrilinial uncle and aunt. May developed cancer not long after, and died, leaving Ben to take care of Peter by himself. Unknown to Ben, Peter's new therapist, Mr. Stick (as he called himself), had been teaching Peter a kind of martial arts as a way of release.
The whole spider fiasco turned Peter away from a career in science, and he decided instead to pursue law in college. Meanwhile, Ben's boxing career had started winding down. He was getting older, and wouldn't be able to sustain it for much longer. A rather shady opportunity came to him one day, a large sum of money in exchange for throwing a match. He reluctantly accepted. When the time came, however, he did just the opposite; he won the match in record time. Battlin' Ben Parker finally had the glory he'd been waiting for his entire career. It was short-lived. He found hitmen waiting for him in his home, and was murdered.
Peter had just gotten his graduate's degree at the time, and had been accepted into law school. The loss was devastating. He realized that he'd been given incredible powers, and never used them to anyone's benefit other than his own. Could he have saved Ben? Probably not, since he wouldn't have been there. He realized, though, that he could have helped many more people, and thus made it his responsibility to do so.
Since then, he's taken up defending New York full-time. By day, as Peter Murdock, Attorney at Law, and by night as The Spider.
Notes -
- He may not be quite as smart science-wise as other Spider-Man, but he graduated law school. He recently opened up his own practice with a friend.
- To shed some light on 'Morally-flexible," it simply means he's willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. The ends justify the means.
Response to Spider Fist -
"Well... If you really need me, I'm up to it. Let's go."
He started walking away, when Spider-Fist grabbed his shoulder.
"Other way, friend."
"... Oh."</s>
<|message|>Emery King
SPIDER - ROGUE
Like the others, Spider-Rogue removed his mask, a wide grin on his face as he looked around. He swiveled left, then right, then left again. He was really surrounded by other Spidermen, other beings just like him. It had always been a dream or perhaps something even less tangible than that. More like a frivolous, hopeful, prayer. He chuckled before walking near the front of the group to see.
It seemed like all of the other Spidermen was older and taller than him. It was a bit annoying but he'd taken down bigger opponents before, it was nice to have tall allies for once.
Hearing the explanation of the situation sent a cold fear up his spine. The Goblin in his universe was no picnic in the park, in fact, the kid had taken out three blocks before he could take him down. Another Spiderman's comments and questions however had replaced that fear with worry. Though it was not for the danger they would all be putting themselves in but the danger that a fellow Spiderman was in instead.
He stepped out from the others, his hazel eyes staring a furrow gaze out towards the others. Glancing at everyone with seriousness, he rubbed the back of his head then swept it casually to his side. "Hold on, shouldn't we be discussing saving our ally? I mean... he's one of us and he's trapped out there. What's the plan for saving Spiderman? W-Well this Earth's Spiderman."</s>
<|message|>Patrick Campwood
After the comment about having to save an this world spiderman Patrick finally walked to the front, the kid was really worried about this worlds spidy, he could feel it.
"your right, that should be our first aim, but chances to save him will rise if we at least know more about what were going to be facing, the scouts seem to be pretty basic but what if we run into one of the other 2 types" Reason and duty, yeah they were pretty conflicting at this point go and save a fellow spidy first and know more about what were up against...
"well that I my opinion at least, but yeah its a touch call"</s>
<|message|>Peter "Petey" Parker
When Petey was told to take off his mask his ussual smile diminished. It wasn't only that he had to take off the barrier between Steel and Petey Parker but it was also a hassle to get off considering the head piece was mounted to just about everything else. Steel extended the legs on his arms and decoupled himself from the device allowing him to fall out of the harness.
As Petey looked around the room he gave way to a smile imagining that if not for a few diffrent things in his past he could have been one of the spidermen he saw before him. When the group was open to questions, Petey put his hand up but quickly brought it down as another spider-man began asking away. Petey waited for the other to finish their chat before posing his question "I think I speak for a lot of us here when I ask, what is this earth's spiderman like as opposed to us?" He asked curiously.</s>
<|message|>Parker Peterson
"We do believe the reason Goblin King can't duplicate in his current form is due to the magical elements and nature of Thor's hammer. However, knocking out the original Norman doesn't take out the duplicates. That only worked on Multiple Man in that horrible X-Men cartoon that lasted one season..." Aikman responded to the first Spiderman also called Neo.
"That crappy show must've been popular around the multiverse, we had one as well on my Earth..." FF Spidey also commented.
The same Spiderman then asked about more info about the different types of Goblins.
"We've given you as much information as we have. Nobody other than the Spiderman of Earth 12814 knows exactly what we're up against..." Aikman added.
"As far as a map of NYC, it's an alternate universe's NYC so it could always vary. Just look for the skyscraper labeled 'Oscorp'." FF Spidey continued to the next question about rescuing the Spiderman of this parallel world, "We're going to split the group into two teams. The first group will portal into the sewers to locate the Spiderman and intercept any Goblin sentries. Team two will cause a distraction topside though you will have to stay on your toes and lookout for the Goblin Brutes..."
"Do NOT get put into a corner by multiple Brutes, they won't hold back and are responsible for the deaths of many of this Earth's heroes." Aaron Aikman continued right along. It was good that this group was asking questions.
Neo nodded and then put his hand up again "I can sense aura's, perhaps it would be helpful to locate Spidey in the sewers and I should be able to sense any goblin sentries as well.."
Another Spiderman with a tech'ed out suit asked about what the Spiderman of 12814 was like...
"The Spiderman of Earth 12814 is another version of me..." began the FF Spidey, "Another Peter Parker who is an older member of the Avengers personally trained by his universe's Captain America. He's got at least an extra fifty to sixty pounds of muscle on him and would normally be the Captain's second in command... if not for the Avengers already being beaten by the Goblin King..."
"He's barely managing to survive at this point. He's been fighting against the Goblins alone now for weeks on his world." Aiman then added.
~KL~</s>
<|message|>Cynthia Tsukino
This whole meeting took on more of a freakish nature than the hazel-eyed Silk had anticipated. Spidermen (and well women) gathered and listened in respectful silence as the calm-toned FF spoke first about the removal of masks and then the impending danger. As reluctant to pull off her mask Silk felt in the beginning, she decided was it really worth causing a commotion over as all these spidermen/women were from different universes anyway and wouldn't really be able to out her secret identity anyway. Silk slowly removed her mask and smiled a half smirk as she too, moved towards the back. Staring down the spider-guy who had moved towards the rear before her, her resting bitch face could be enough to unnerve even the dalai lama.
As more of the debriefing went on, Silk found herself yawning quite loudly when the spiderman next to her decided to ask more questions. Which meant drawn out talking. It was quite rude of her but that was her personality. After getting the basics, she was ready for the action already. The Thor goblin though, the idea of that seemed particularly grandeur and was an idea maybe she'd try to get one of these guys or someone back home to start thinking about. She imagined herself with the hammer -- goddess in her own right laying down the law and especially on the peter parker in her own realm. Idiot guy.
She snapped out of it and tuned back in for something about captain america. Okay... "So then let's quit the idle chatter and let's go save him." She smirked again as her hair fell back in front of her face.</s>
<|message|>Emery King
SPIDER - ROGUE
Seeing how the conversation had become rather short and sweet, Spider-Rogue folded his arms and with a satisfied smile returned to his place. Now that the emotion had come to the forefront, it was near impossible to push it back. For the first time since being brought in by Spider-Fist, he felt a real urge for action.
With a mindless nod, he agreed with the unknown, female voice behind him. "Yeah, let's go. He could be cornered right now. The quicker the better... I think," he tacked on at the end with a unsure smirk, worried about inexperience.
The multi-verse was an astoundingly massive place, if all of them were brought in to fight this terror of Goblins, then it was probably best for him not to underestimate them. Even still, he worried for his life. Telling himself those things were pointless. He had a knack for putting himself in unnecessary danger. The only difference being, in his world he could afford to take the risks. In this one, it wasn't so much a choice and most likely fatal.</s>
| <|message|>Peter Murdock-Parker
Three heartbeats. Ba-bump. I tune my own out. Ba-bump. Two heartbeats. Ba-bump. I've memorized one already- it's Spider-Fist's. Ba-bump. One other person in the room. Ba-bump. It's beating faster than a normal heart. Ba-bump. I hear Spider-Fist walk away, and suddenly we're alone. Me and the other one, presumably another version of me. Or is it another version of 'Spider-Man?' I'll save the philosophical questions for later. I can sense the extra mass around their torso. Extra arms. More arms to pump blood to. Faster heart. Makes sense.
I simply nod to them, and almost as a response, the mass is gone and the heartbeat slows. Their arms are gone. Soon, Spider-Fist returns with more Spider-Men, one by one, until there are seven others, plus Spider-Fist.
"Hmmph, I could have more arms but there's no more room on my rib cage..."
The voice came from Tarantula, the one who was already here when I arrived. It was under his breath, probably inaudible to everyone else in the room, but I heard it clearly. I now know his name, shape, heartbeat, smell, and voice... Another voice speaks up.
"Now that I have you all gathered here, if everyone would remove your masks... I know there may be some hesitation in some of you but trust me when I say that you are among friends here."
Spider-Fist. I hear the faint swishing of the other Spider-Men removing their masks. Hesitating, I'm last to remove my own. I figure at least one of them is staring at me, but it doesn't bother me. The exercise was probably supposed to build some trust between the group immediately, but it does nothing for me. Oh well. I run a hand through my hair, setting it back down after removing my mask stood it up. It felt funny that way.
Spider-Fist starts dispensing information on the enemy before he's interrupted by two more Spider-Men. Before they finish their speech, I have a good grasp on their identities, (except their names, having not introduced themselves) as well as everyone else's in the room. The other "me's" start asking questions, one called Neo requesting more information on the goblins and commenting under his breath that he hasn't actually faced one before. A rookie? Spider-Fist must have a good reason to call somebody with no experience in. A Spider-Woman, Silk, calls the ones asking questions out on their time-wasting. Thank God. Spider-Rogue agrees with her, as do I. We need to move soon. Finally, I speak up.
"So what are we waiting for? Let's go."</s> |
<|description|>Oliver Prior
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance:
Motivation:
Oliver sees reality TV as a gateway to his one true dream: becoming an A-list acting powerhouse. He figures that with the $100,000 grand prize, he can afford to move to Hollywood and hire an agent – and with the fame that comes with winning, landing roles would be a piece of cake. At the same time, he sees this particular reality show as an opportunity to show off how masculine he can be, something that has as of late become very important to him.
Backstory:
Oliver grew up in a small, rural town. Since he was a child, he only had one dream: to one day go to Hollywood and see himself on the big screen. As a young teen, he found himself to be quite popular with the girls in his class, and while he wasn't quite as interested in them as they were in him, he figured he might as well take advantage of the attention and began dating serially. At 16 though, Oliver made a world-shattering realization: he was actually gay. Afraid of this revelation, he kept it to himself and actually stepped up his dating game with the ladies, suddenly terrified that others had somehow discovered it in him as well.
Personality:
To those who don't know him, Oliver appears to be a regular bro: handsomely aggressive, aggressively handsome, and a merciless flirt to any pretty girl who will put up with it. Behind his façade though, lies a soft-spoken, confused young man whose real passion is method acting. He tends to avert his eyes when talking to guys he finds particularly attractive.
Misc:
Oliver is an avid reader of poetry. He would kill for a nice... significant other with whom he can stay up until sunrise talking about favourite poems and poets. He particularly enjoys Emily Dickinson. He also recently broke up with his latest girlfriend, just hours after being picked for this show.
His biggest fear is having his sexuality revealed to the world, especially on national television... oh, and spiders. Oliver is terrified of spiders.
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Parade
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
Motivation:
… You know, she's not sure. Parade doesn't really know which direction life is taking her – and that is just the way she likes it.
Backstory:
Parade spent most of her childhood in a small commune. Although she was happy there, at 16 she left the commune, guided by a vision that told her to go out into the world and find her true purpose. She hitchhiked across the country for nearly a year, living off the kindness of strangers, before finally being arrested for starting a campfire in a city park. While in lockup she befriended a fellow drifter, and after they were both released they toured the country together in his rickety caravan. Eventually she was recruited for this show, and while she doesn't entirely understand what that means, she sure is excited to be a part of it.
Personality:
Parade is very laid back and care free. She doesn't quite understand the outside world yet, but she is curious and eager to learn. She especially has gotten herself in trouble when it comes to monogamy – she finds the idea not only pointless, but completely alien, having grown up in a community where free love reigned. She works well with others, but can be incredibly naïve, not always recognising when she is being taken for a fool.
Misc:
Parade is literate, but just barely. Her drifter friend has been kind enough to teach her during their travels. She likes to smoke trees, shoot the breeze and even occasionally spend some quality time with Lucy. She plays mandolin. Making love is one of her favourite things to do.
She fears true love - a concept entirely new, introduced to her through pillow talks with her drifter friend - and, to a certain extent, monogamy in general. Or maybe she just fears the incompatibility of her own values and morals with the outside world. She occasionally has nightmares of her future self, a woman entirely different, completely adapted - married, settled down, having completely forgotten the names and faces of those who raised her.
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Autumn Bailey
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance:
Motivation:
Fame and fortune, of course! Well, that and the fact that $100,000 will really help get her music career off the ground. Nothing quite like the publicity that comes with winning a reality show to get Autumn Bailey on the map!
Backstory:
Autumn grew up in the suburbs of a major city. She got involved with the underground music scene from a young age, going to shows with her much older brother, and after watching an underground band she was familiar with get signed to a major label, she decided that she was going to one day do the same. She formed a band with two close friends, booked a few shows, and learned to sing and play guitar, in that order. After a year and a half of "touring" (which in reality was just playing the same handful of underground venues for $25 a show, over and over) the band split, and Autumn decided to pursue a solo career, which has seen similar success... or lack thereof.
Personality:
Autumn is perky, happy, and confident. She puts her mind to something, and then she does it. And then she keeps doing it until she succeeds. She's a social butterfly and loves to meet new people, but doesn't always work well in groups – that same drive to succeed sometimes gets in the way of her ability to think beyond what she personally has set out to do.
Misc:
Autumn's confidence, as well as a deep-seated fear of failure and rejection, tends to blind her to her own shortcomings. She's convinced that her lack of success as a musician is a result of not having the proper exposure – not playing the right venues at the right time, not inviting the right people to see her shows. It has never once occurred to her that perhaps her lack of success has something to do with her lack of real musical talent.</s>
<|message|>Heloise Silverton
Heloise sighed heavily. She walked over to the Confession Cam, entering it.
She looked at the camera lens, then down at her hands. "I said I was doing this for you mum. I guess I'm doing it for myself, a bit too. I don't need anyone else. But I'm scsred of being alone. Like I have been, since you died. I'm going to win this. For you. For myself. And to prove that I can. I'm....just tired" she left the box
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Instead of returning to the group, she entered the forest, and stood listening for a moment, eyes closed. There was always a sense of....silence in the forests. She drew in a deep breath and then drew it out,
And then left the forest, looking about she sighed and followed Okiver and Vi. May as well be with people. Even if they were annoying.</s>
<|message|>Sam Woodward
Sam watched as people headed off into the forest, wondering why they were here and what they wanted. He could follow the boy and the helicopter of course but the girl had said had also made sense. Used to being dragged round all his life, making decisions could be hard for Sam, especially as there probably something they hadn't considered yet. He glanced around to see what the others were doing. Then he followed the small group into the forest, safety in numbers and all that, it also gave him someone to leave decision making to.
Eil shrugged, this wasn't gonna be too bad, strolling over to the edge of the woods, but still keeping the majority of the pack in sight, she started examining plants, seeing a few that she recognized she plucked some, tucking them safely in her pocket for later. Glancing around she made a small exclamation of surprise, not quite loud enough for the others to hear. She had spotted another plant she knew. Grinning she bent down and plucked a handful of sour sword leaves, plopping them in her mouth and chewing contentedly. The taste was sour, like the name would suggest, but not overpowering. It was a taste Eil liked and was used to.
"That way, I think we should go that way." Glancing round Eil saw a girl pointing towards a faint path, one Eil had not noticed till the girl pointed it out. "Yeah, sure, I'll come with you." Eil said than had a thought, "Actually, I might go round the island and check things out, dose anyone have any idea how big this place is?"</s>
<|message|>Chef Hatchet
Ned sighed. Alone again, he thought. Not like he wasn't used to it. If any of these morons watched the show, they would realize that Chris wouldn't waste money on helicopter gas to divert them, since he was so invested in spending top dollar on himself. He smiled, hearing the flow of a creek. As he reached the creek he heard, he saw a berry bush, and deciding he was a bit peckish, decided to snack on them. He plucked one from the bush and plopped it into his mouth. Just as he started chewing, his eyes grew really wide. "Hot, hot, hot!" he yelled. He ran around madly for a few seconds before splashing water into his mouth like a madman.
Chris sat and watched on his personal monitor, relaxed in a lawn chair along with Chef. He laughed and pointed at Ned in pain on the screen. "Oh, man. I had a few species implanted here from various countries. That's a Portugese Spicebush, more conmonly known as Little Hot Death." He laughed again, and Chef snickered. "He is pretty close already though. Think we should have made a diversion?"
Chef thought for a second, then simply shrugged. "More money for the future challenges."
"I like the way you think, Chef. I like the way you think."
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Ned, once again in the Confessional. "Okay, so I have no idea what some of these plants are. That article said nothing about pepper berries! Gosh!"
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Vi didn't let anyone know she was aware they followed her. She just kept walking. Hopefully she didn't disappoint the other players with her wild guessing. He didn't want to make enemies here.</s>
<|message|>Heloise Silverton
Heloise followed for a few moments, before deciding that if anything was going to happen it would have already. So she changed direction and followed the way Ned had gone, and found the creak. She saw the berries, and pursed her lips for a moment, crouching down to study them.
While they didn't look posioness, she didn't want to risk trying them as they didn't look like anything she had come across before.
She sated any thirst she had from the creek, studying it for a moment, wondering if there were any fish in it. Wary of any attacks from strange creatures, Heloise broke a tree branch off a tree, and decided it was better to have it then to have nothing as a weapon.
She followed the creek down the river slightly, and because she felt alone, and felt lost, she began to sing softly, wanting to give some noise to the forest. She studied plants and any life she came across, trying to see if there was anything she recognised, anything that could be used as healing ingredients or even just for simple flavor in foods.
How long would she have to go, until she found the camp site? For now, she had water and that was the main thing.</s>
<|message|>Veronica Willis
Veronica decided to just follow the blonde guy, since he looks smart and all. She doesn't really have any kind of plan, and everyone has their own opinions on what way they will go, and to be honest, they do make sense, but for now, she's going with this blonde nerd. What was his name...Ned? He seems to know what he was doing. Veronica followed him as discreetly as she can, debating wether following him was a good idea.
She got her answer when the guy just eat this kind of plant then started yelling "Hot!" and splashing himself with the water.
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Veronica stared at the Confession Cam, brushing some of her hair off her face. "Wow, and here I thought he was smart," she rolled her eyes. "He looks pretty stupid there, to be honest. Reminds me of myself when I decided to scrounge for food in the trash because I have no choice when I was ten. Results weren't pretty..."
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Veronica regretted following this guy, but what the hell, it's just her and him right now, so she gotta make an alliance with him. Strength in numbers, right? You need someone who has your back if you're in a place where you have to survive by yourself. She decided to show herself. "Hey, you okay there?" She asked curiously, smirking in amusement.
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Adrian, on the other hand, went with Heloise, Oliver and Vi, since they're many, and they seem okay. It doesn't look like they're going to bore him anytime soon anyway. He sighed as he noticed Heloise leaving the group, disappointed that nothing's happening, but still trudges down the path, following the Oliver and Vi. "Oh man, this is one bulky land to walk on," he complained.
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Adrian shrugged and sighed, as if resigning himself to his fate. "Well,it's Total Drama, right? Should've expected it."</s>
| <|message|>Oliver Prior
Parade had already started toward the path when she heard a voice - Eil's - agreeing to come along with her. She stopped, and waited patiently for her new companion. "How - big?" Parade tapped her cheek, thinking. "Euh... really big. Are you coming?" her tone and expression were not impatient; in fact, she smiled gently, giving Eil all the time she needed to make a decision.
Oliver glanced over his shoulder at the sound of Adrian's voice - he had been unaware that the guy had been following them, and was more than a little startled to see him there. Oliver turned his gaze forward and crossed his arms. "Whatever," he mumbled. "You'll get used to it."
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"What?" Oliver crossed his arms defensively, scowling slightly at the confession cam. "The guy snuck up on me. Not cool, man."
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He turned his attention to Vi. "Any idea where we're going?" he asked softly, flipping his hair.
Seeing the group split up even more, Autumn made the arbitrary decision to follow Ned. "Hey! Wait up!" She shouted after him, running in the direction he had disappeared. She ran at full speed until he came into view, suddenly doubled over in pain and splashing himself. "Hey -" she hardly had time to stop before smashing into him at full-speed, tumbling headfirst over him and knocking them both into the creek. "S-sorry!" she stammered, trying to stand but struggling to get a solid footing on the slippery rocks.</s> |
<|description|>Veronica Willis
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Motivation: The money, of course! She's winning this thing and she won't let anyone stop her. She doesn't care about fame and all, she just wants to live a stable life where you don't have to steal and fight to survive in the streets.
Backstory: Veronica grew up in the poorest part of town, and where she and her family live in the squatters' area. Of course, in the end they were got rid of from their homes and that's when Veronica decided to leave her parents and face the world alone. She was ten years old then, so she doesn't really know what she was talking about but she kept her word. She grew up on the streets and learned how to look out for herself.
Personality: Veronica is a VERY determined person. When she puts her mind onto something, she will do everything to get it. However, she's also tad playful at times, often sending out double entendres and innuendos, but that's only because watching people's reaction are very amusing. She's confident on her abilities and and won't hesitate to play dirty to achieve her goal.
Misc: Veronica fears that she'll someday die in the streets without even having progress in her life. She's also scared of spiders for some reason, and has always avoided them since she was little.
Name: Adrian Ross
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Motivation: Well, the prize is actually a second motivation, he was in because of the publicity mostly, but his main goal for joining the show is to witness the drama that is about to happen in the island, and he will enjoy every second watching it, being the casual observer and the son of a paparazzi slash celebrity blogger and gossiper.
Backstory: Adrian grew up in the orphanage until he was five, wherein he was adopted by Ashton Ross, a flamboyant and openly gay paparazzi who is famous for blogging celebrity gossips and secrets. Of course, Adrian soon began to inherit his adopted father's traits, like the flashy clothing and annoying nosiness. They were well-off, and Adrian doesn't have any problems with his father.
Personality: Adrian is aspiring to be like his adopted father and tries to follow his footsteps. He has no sense of privacy and doesn't know the meaning of no, and will stick his nose into your business if he's interested whether you like it or not. He's blunt and rude at times, but he has a soft side somewhere...probably. He's flamboyant and flashy, like his father, and dyed his hair pink because he thinks it's fabulous. He acts and talks quite femininely, but he's straight, that he's sure of.
Misc: Despite wanting to be like his father, he's also scared that people will compare him to his father, ruining originality. He's also claustrophobic.</s>
<|message|>Sam Woodward
Sam watched as people headed off into the forest, wondering why they were here and what they wanted. He could follow the boy and the helicopter of course but the girl had said had also made sense. Used to being dragged round all his life, making decisions could be hard for Sam, especially as there probably something they hadn't considered yet. He glanced around to see what the others were doing. Then he followed the small group into the forest, safety in numbers and all that, it also gave him someone to leave decision making to.
Eil shrugged, this wasn't gonna be too bad, strolling over to the edge of the woods, but still keeping the majority of the pack in sight, she started examining plants, seeing a few that she recognized she plucked some, tucking them safely in her pocket for later. Glancing around she made a small exclamation of surprise, not quite loud enough for the others to hear. She had spotted another plant she knew. Grinning she bent down and plucked a handful of sour sword leaves, plopping them in her mouth and chewing contentedly. The taste was sour, like the name would suggest, but not overpowering. It was a taste Eil liked and was used to.
"That way, I think we should go that way." Glancing round Eil saw a girl pointing towards a faint path, one Eil had not noticed till the girl pointed it out. "Yeah, sure, I'll come with you." Eil said than had a thought, "Actually, I might go round the island and check things out, dose anyone have any idea how big this place is?"</s>
<|message|>Chef Hatchet
Ned sighed. Alone again, he thought. Not like he wasn't used to it. If any of these morons watched the show, they would realize that Chris wouldn't waste money on helicopter gas to divert them, since he was so invested in spending top dollar on himself. He smiled, hearing the flow of a creek. As he reached the creek he heard, he saw a berry bush, and deciding he was a bit peckish, decided to snack on them. He plucked one from the bush and plopped it into his mouth. Just as he started chewing, his eyes grew really wide. "Hot, hot, hot!" he yelled. He ran around madly for a few seconds before splashing water into his mouth like a madman.
Chris sat and watched on his personal monitor, relaxed in a lawn chair along with Chef. He laughed and pointed at Ned in pain on the screen. "Oh, man. I had a few species implanted here from various countries. That's a Portugese Spicebush, more conmonly known as Little Hot Death." He laughed again, and Chef snickered. "He is pretty close already though. Think we should have made a diversion?"
Chef thought for a second, then simply shrugged. "More money for the future challenges."
"I like the way you think, Chef. I like the way you think."
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Ned, once again in the Confessional. "Okay, so I have no idea what some of these plants are. That article said nothing about pepper berries! Gosh!"
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Vi didn't let anyone know she was aware they followed her. She just kept walking. Hopefully she didn't disappoint the other players with her wild guessing. He didn't want to make enemies here.</s>
<|message|>Heloise Silverton
Heloise followed for a few moments, before deciding that if anything was going to happen it would have already. So she changed direction and followed the way Ned had gone, and found the creak. She saw the berries, and pursed her lips for a moment, crouching down to study them.
While they didn't look posioness, she didn't want to risk trying them as they didn't look like anything she had come across before.
She sated any thirst she had from the creek, studying it for a moment, wondering if there were any fish in it. Wary of any attacks from strange creatures, Heloise broke a tree branch off a tree, and decided it was better to have it then to have nothing as a weapon.
She followed the creek down the river slightly, and because she felt alone, and felt lost, she began to sing softly, wanting to give some noise to the forest. She studied plants and any life she came across, trying to see if there was anything she recognised, anything that could be used as healing ingredients or even just for simple flavor in foods.
How long would she have to go, until she found the camp site? For now, she had water and that was the main thing.</s>
<|message|>Veronica Willis
Veronica decided to just follow the blonde guy, since he looks smart and all. She doesn't really have any kind of plan, and everyone has their own opinions on what way they will go, and to be honest, they do make sense, but for now, she's going with this blonde nerd. What was his name...Ned? He seems to know what he was doing. Veronica followed him as discreetly as she can, debating wether following him was a good idea.
She got her answer when the guy just eat this kind of plant then started yelling "Hot!" and splashing himself with the water.
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Veronica stared at the Confession Cam, brushing some of her hair off her face. "Wow, and here I thought he was smart," she rolled her eyes. "He looks pretty stupid there, to be honest. Reminds me of myself when I decided to scrounge for food in the trash because I have no choice when I was ten. Results weren't pretty..."
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Veronica regretted following this guy, but what the hell, it's just her and him right now, so she gotta make an alliance with him. Strength in numbers, right? You need someone who has your back if you're in a place where you have to survive by yourself. She decided to show herself. "Hey, you okay there?" She asked curiously, smirking in amusement.
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Adrian, on the other hand, went with Heloise, Oliver and Vi, since they're many, and they seem okay. It doesn't look like they're going to bore him anytime soon anyway. He sighed as he noticed Heloise leaving the group, disappointed that nothing's happening, but still trudges down the path, following the Oliver and Vi. "Oh man, this is one bulky land to walk on," he complained.
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Adrian shrugged and sighed, as if resigning himself to his fate. "Well,it's Total Drama, right? Should've expected it."</s>
<|message|>Oliver Prior
Parade had already started toward the path when she heard a voice - Eil's - agreeing to come along with her. She stopped, and waited patiently for her new companion. "How - big?" Parade tapped her cheek, thinking. "Euh... really big. Are you coming?" her tone and expression were not impatient; in fact, she smiled gently, giving Eil all the time she needed to make a decision.
Oliver glanced over his shoulder at the sound of Adrian's voice - he had been unaware that the guy had been following them, and was more than a little startled to see him there. Oliver turned his gaze forward and crossed his arms. "Whatever," he mumbled. "You'll get used to it."
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"What?" Oliver crossed his arms defensively, scowling slightly at the confession cam. "The guy snuck up on me. Not cool, man."
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He turned his attention to Vi. "Any idea where we're going?" he asked softly, flipping his hair.
Seeing the group split up even more, Autumn made the arbitrary decision to follow Ned. "Hey! Wait up!" She shouted after him, running in the direction he had disappeared. She ran at full speed until he came into view, suddenly doubled over in pain and splashing himself. "Hey -" she hardly had time to stop before smashing into him at full-speed, tumbling headfirst over him and knocking them both into the creek. "S-sorry!" she stammered, trying to stand but struggling to get a solid footing on the slippery rocks.</s>
<|message|>Veronica Willis
Adrian raised an eyebrow at the guy's dismissive attitude. "Yeah, yeah, and how well are you doing? Why decide to go this way, anyway?" He asked curiously, eyeing the grounds with obvious disdain and disapproval.
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Adrian crossed his arms and demanded, "Okaaay, what's this guy's problem?"</s>
<|message|>Ned DeRosario
Ned stopped and sat up to turn and answer Veronica, when suddenly one of the other girls- Autumn, specifically- slammed into him. The force of her hitting him slammed his face down into the creek.he immediately pushed himself up, choming on the creek water. "Egh... I think I swallowed a fish!" He yelled.
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Ned sat and stared at the Confessional camera, the only message given being his face. It obviously read "Are you freaking kidding me?"
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He pushed himself up onto his feet, coughed a few more times, then spoke. "Whatever. Let's just get moving." He ran his finger down the creek until he got to a specific spot. "There. This direction, come on. I'm winning this challenge." And with that, he took one quick glance back at those who chose to follow him, then kept going.
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"Figures the ladies wanted to follow me. If I was a girl, not only would I not blame them, but I'd follow myself as well." Ned said, then flexed his little arms.
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Violet kept walking, without turning around to face the person talking to her. "I haven't got any more of a clue than the two of you combined. I'm just trusting my gut." She answered.
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Violet tapped the camera of the Confessional outhouse. "Are they going to film me using the bathroom? Where's the off switch on this thing? I have a hard enough time talking to one or two people, but to the whole world?"
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<|message|>Veronica Willis
"Egh...I think I swallowed a fish!"
"Well consider yourself lucky. Food was just suddenly given to you, while I haven't eaten anything yet," she scoffed indignantly, looking very unimpressed. "By the way, the wet look does suit you a bit," she commented approvingly, nodding.
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She grins at the Confession Cam mischievously. "The wet look so does not suit blondie over there, but hey, stroking his ego seems smart for the time being."
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Veronica smiled, but her eyes are competitive. "Maybe, but I'm winning this competition," she says as she follows him.
Adrian clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Figures," he muttered irritably. But after a few seconds he madr a decision. "Whatever. I'm not leaving by myself."
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Adrian was rolling his eyes, fixing his pink hair and sighing dramatically. "Well, isn't she so reassuring?!" He said loudly.</s>
<|message|>Heloise Silverton
Heloise head the commotion. And rolled her eyes. She sighed and trudged over to where she had heard it, and was unable to help herself from giggling at the "food was suddenly given to you". She had pulled back her hair, tying it back with a ribbon she had in her pocket. She crouchdd when she reached Then, having another mouthful of water.
"Raw fish won't kill you. But you really shouldnt eat everything that finds its way into your mouth." she said softly to Ned, rising.
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She looked into the camera, and gave a heavy sigh, "most of these people seem like total idiots. Which could be an act"
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She rose, and said "I wouldn't recommend eating the berries over there. I don't Recognise them, and who wants to be poisoned?" She gave a shrug, still carrying the tree branch</s>
| <|message|>Veronica Willis
Veronica glanced as another one decided to join their group-Heloise, if she remembers correctly-, and gave an impressive whistle at Ned. She clapped her hands, amazed. "Wow, Ned, the girls couldn't just get enough of you, huh?" She joked good-naturedly.
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"Huh, I guess if you're smart enough to be successful and have a lot of money, everyone would want to be with you, right?" With that, she waggled her eyebrows meaningfully at the Confession Cam.</s> |
<|description|>Veronica Willis
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Motivation: The money, of course! She's winning this thing and she won't let anyone stop her. She doesn't care about fame and all, she just wants to live a stable life where you don't have to steal and fight to survive in the streets.
Backstory: Veronica grew up in the poorest part of town, and where she and her family live in the squatters' area. Of course, in the end they were got rid of from their homes and that's when Veronica decided to leave her parents and face the world alone. She was ten years old then, so she doesn't really know what she was talking about but she kept her word. She grew up on the streets and learned how to look out for herself.
Personality: Veronica is a VERY determined person. When she puts her mind onto something, she will do everything to get it. However, she's also tad playful at times, often sending out double entendres and innuendos, but that's only because watching people's reaction are very amusing. She's confident on her abilities and and won't hesitate to play dirty to achieve her goal.
Misc: Veronica fears that she'll someday die in the streets without even having progress in her life. She's also scared of spiders for some reason, and has always avoided them since she was little.
Name: Adrian Ross
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Motivation: Well, the prize is actually a second motivation, he was in because of the publicity mostly, but his main goal for joining the show is to witness the drama that is about to happen in the island, and he will enjoy every second watching it, being the casual observer and the son of a paparazzi slash celebrity blogger and gossiper.
Backstory: Adrian grew up in the orphanage until he was five, wherein he was adopted by Ashton Ross, a flamboyant and openly gay paparazzi who is famous for blogging celebrity gossips and secrets. Of course, Adrian soon began to inherit his adopted father's traits, like the flashy clothing and annoying nosiness. They were well-off, and Adrian doesn't have any problems with his father.
Personality: Adrian is aspiring to be like his adopted father and tries to follow his footsteps. He has no sense of privacy and doesn't know the meaning of no, and will stick his nose into your business if he's interested whether you like it or not. He's blunt and rude at times, but he has a soft side somewhere...probably. He's flamboyant and flashy, like his father, and dyed his hair pink because he thinks it's fabulous. He acts and talks quite femininely, but he's straight, that he's sure of.
Misc: Despite wanting to be like his father, he's also scared that people will compare him to his father, ruining originality. He's also claustrophobic.</s>
<|message|>Heloise Silverton
Heloise rolled her eyes, let Ned get a little bit ahead, before running, soon having caught up with Ned, and surpassing him. Her long legs ate the ground quickly, and her, Heloise knew she could succeed. She had always been excellent at running, and in fact had run everyday of her life since she was 12,except when her mother got sick.
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Again, a shrug for the camera as if it were nothing. "Anyone can run. Not that hard" she never quite looked the camera in the eye, or lens really.
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She was still careful of any diversion or trap, but focused on the buildings Ned had seen. While she was concerned about the others, she would always be trying to win this. When she reached the camp grounds, she went to where she was supposed to. She slowed and stopped and then said "well, that was fun. I'm going to go find the others now before they get themselves killed or lost"
She walked out of the camp grounds once more, going the way she had gone first up. "Anyone? We've found the camp grounds!"
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"Just because we are in contest doesn't mean I want people to get hurt" she said softly, briefly, fleetingly looking at the lens. "And I might actually be on a team with some of these guys...so better to be nice."
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She called out for them, got any of the others that hadn't been following Ned.</s>
<|message|>Ned DeRosario
Chris quickly shushed the contestant yelling for all the others. "Woah woah woah. Stop taking all the fun out of it, would you? Sheesh. Thanks to Ned, you lot arrived first. Helloise, you come stand to my left. Ned, to my right. Seeing Veronica coming, he told her as well. "Veronica, you're next to Helloise."</s>
<|message|>Sam Woodward
Sam was following behind Adrian, Oliver, and Vi, at least he thought that was their names, having only paid a slight bit of attention earlier. "Anyone else want to take charge? I think my plan was a failure." When Vi said that Sam just shrugged, making decisions wasn't his strong point, but then he stopped, cocking his head. Frowning, he listened; faintly hearing a noise. "Ummm…… I think that way?" Sam pointed off in the direction of the sound, wincing as he said it: why was he speaking out? Why?
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Sam blinked, looking blankly at the camera, "Uhhh…… do I care? Ummm…… Why am I doing this? I dunno."
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Eil nodded at the girl, but couldn't remember her name, "Yeah, I'll come with you, sure." Springing to her feet, she bounced over to the girl, "Hey what was your name? I'm Eil, and really bad at remembering names."
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Eilif stared at the camera, they had been told they had to use it, not HOW they had to, so Eil was content to just stare.</s>
<|message|>Heloise Silverton
Heloise found she didn't like being told to shush. And she placed her hands on her hips, watching Chris, making no move to stand beside him. He considered this fun? Heloise didn't want anyone to get hurt, and she wanted everyone to arrive safely. No sense in having a compertition if someone goes and breaks their ankle.
With a sigh, she stepped to where she was told to go.
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This time, she looked towards the camera, and said "What, is chris too much of a coward to do all this himself, that he has to get his jollies out of watching others?" She scoffed
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She crossed her arms over her chest, and didn't say anything, but hoped that her yelling before she was shushed was enough to draw the others towards this area.</s>
<|message|>Veronica Willis
Veronica smiled contentedly, as she reaches the campgrounds. She didn't waste any time and went walking towards beside Heloise. It was fun, Chris was right, but she couldn't help but wonder, "Where are the others? Lost already?"
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Veronica shrugged indifferently, "Whatever, I reached the camp, right? Less competition for me," she said. "And Ned IS as smart as he's annoying, so I'll put up with him for now."
Adrian huffed irritably as Vi just suddenly gave up. "Well that was helpful a lot," he snapped.
"Um...I think that way?"
Adrian glanced at the guy he wasn't aware of, but just threw his hands up as if he's 500% done. "Okay, you're the new leader. Lead the way."
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Adrian pinched his nose in exasperation. "I followed idiots, damn it."</s>
<|message|>Chris McLean (Pronounced McLane)
"Lost? Of course they all are! You should take a look and see for yourself." Chris said with a laugh, in response to Helloise. The television that was oddly placed in the middle of the campgrounds showed everything happening as if it were a TV show, with the best camera angles thanks to well hidden cameras around the island.
"Of course, this isn't even the main challenge for today. So let's hurry things up, shall we?" Chris chuckled, then pressed a button on a remote he had. The TV monitor showed dangerous fauna being released all over the island. Bears, bobcats, and even...
"Is that Bigfoot?" Ned gasped. The large, roughly ten foot tall primate exited its cage on camera, then shrugged and slowly walked off into the woods.
"Close, Ned. Close. Returning native from season one, Sasquatcanakwa! He's only dangerous if provoked. But trust me, you'll have plenty of chances to do that, hahaha."
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"Chris? Yeah, he's insane. But I knew that coming into this thing. My second cousin was a serial killer, and I used to hang out with him almost every day. There's no way Chris is as bad as him."
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Chris smirked. "And of course, some of the creatures may have rabies. It's too bad our shipment of shots hasn't come in... Guess you guys will have to make extra sure not to get bitten.
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Ned looked wide eyed at the camera. "Nevermind." He said quickly in a slightly discomforted tone.
On the screen, it showed Adrian and co. Making there way along, but the camera showed one of the bears approaching at an angle in which that group could not see it, but close enough to definitely hear it. It flickered over to the third group, who were seemingly just about to get swarmed by locusts.</s>
<|message|>Veronica Willis
Adrian stomped off angrily, still not over the fact that they're lost. He doesn't mind losing this challenge, but this people just kept being annoying after all, and frowning can cause wrinkles, dammit! While muttering darkly, he heard a creak behind and promptly turned around...to see a huge bear closing in. His eyes widen in alarm.
"What the-" he sputtered, then tried to warn the others. "Okay, perfect time to panic and RUN, EVERYONE!" He yelled the last part as he ran, ushering the others to do the same.
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Adrian was exploding in front of the Confession Cam. "What the hell is that?!" He demanded, pissed. A long string of curse words soon came out of his mouth.
Veronica's jaw dropped in shock. "Well, isn't that...extreme," was all she could comment. She stared in silence first before saying, "...okay, no one's dying, right?" She asked doubtfully.
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"Okay, maybe I SHOULD stick with Ned, and make sure not to get on Chris's bad side," she shuddered. "Man, back in the streets, dying is almost a common tragedy, but hell, it's not a public execution most of the time!" She ranted in an incredulous tone.</s>
<|message|>Sam Woodward
A reverberating crash rolled throughout the forest, followed by Adrian's yell. Flinching at the sudden loud noises, Sam bolted, running like a rabbit, streaking ahead towards where he had heard the sound earlier, blurring past Adrian on the way. It wasn't the bear he was scared of, not that he had seen it, so much as the loud noises, made worse with the pounding of his feet seeming to reverberate, beating in time with his heart. Crashing through the trees, he tucked his head trying not to get hit in the face by branches, and so missed the looming root. Tripping over it he tumbled forward, rolling down an incline and coming to a stop at the edge of what appeared to be the camp. Staggering to his feet, he just kept running, fleeing towards human shapes, pelting flat out until, realizing he was going to crash straight into them, he slammed on the breaks, skidding a few feet before tumbling forwards again and coming to a sliding halt at someone's feet.
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"Well I'm sorry I decided stopping was better than slamming into them. Arrrghhh…… why is life so hard?" He groused.
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Bugs, bugs, bugs everywhere. They had come in a sudden cloud and swarmed, oh the way they swarmed, Eil shivered, bugs didn't totally faze her, at least not when there were only a few, but a swarm of bugs? No, no, no way. Her gut instinct really, really wanted her to run screaming, or curl up in a ball, but she was stubborn and completely refused to look like a complete idiot on the very first day. Later maybe. But not now. Flicking her hood up over her head she pulled her tee shirt up so it covered her mouth, keeping insects out and screams in. Ducking her head she headed towards what she hoped was the edge of the swarm, shuddering, and whimpering, the whole time.
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She still stared at the camera, bug's were horrible, but most people knew that.</s>
<|message|>Ned DeRosario
Adrian's panic soon made sense to Violet. She turned only to see an approaching bear. "I-it's okay, guys. Bears are not hostile if you leave them al-" just before she finished her sentence, the bear roared directly at her. She squealed, turned, and followed Adrian to wherever it was he was running. Sam, who she could see ahead of Adrian, had suddenly fallen down some sort of incline. The only thing she could think of was going to see if Sam was okay, so she tried her best to catch up to Adrian.
Chris chuckled at Sam's clumsiness. "Welcome to camp, Sam! You're with Ned over here on my right. He then shouted at the two he knew were approaching. "Adrian, you'll be on my left, and Violet on my right!" Then, in a much softer tone, he answered Veronica with, "No one is going to die... Yet. If someone got fatally injured on the first episode, that would be bad for ratings." With this, Ned just simply shrugged, as he expected this from the insane host.</s>
| <|message|>Veronica Willis
When Adrian heard Chris's shout, he tried his best to run faster as he realized that they're close to camp. He'll have to give some credit to Sam later. He was finally inside camp, and skidded to a halt before Sam, and could've tripped by the body in front of them. He dragged himself to the position Chris instructed. "Gosh, never ran that fast for life..." He breathed out tiredly.
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"Never thought I'd be happy to see Chris, to be honest," Adrian deadpanned in front of the Confession Cam. "Well, if he keeps the show interesting, I have no complaints."
Veronica seems contented with this and nodded. She doesn't want any dying around here anyway. But if it will happen, well, that's the show's problem. She giggled when Sam fell just in front of them, she knelt down and said, "Fell in love, already?" She playfully joked.
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Veronica sassed, "No way in hell am I dying here. I almost did in the streets, but not here. I'm winning this thing."</s> |
<|description|>Katsu Fukui
Age: 21
Rank: V
Nationality: Japanese
Weapon: Six ringed Shakujō
Gear: Various prayer slips
Appearance: Image
Katsu stands at 5' 4" and weighs a modest 110 lbs. His facial features are sharp and he has a very lean build. He keeps himself clean shaven save for the top of his head which he keeps at a low buzz cut. While he is at the office his attire consists of a business suit, but during missions and free time he opts to wear his monk's robes.
Personality:
Soft spoken and good-hearted, Katsu is the pinnacle of respect. Always swift and to the point, he has caught the eyes of many within the Agency for his ability to process information quickly and act appropriately. Most times he can come off distant and disinterested, but this is only because he is often very busy with a lot on his mind. His free time is usually spent alone unless he is invited out, which he will always accept as he finds it rude to reject someone's charity.
History:
The Fukui family has been part of the Agency for fifteen generations, and a devout family of monks. When he was born, it was expected that he do the same, and such he went through life. He remembers his young days were full of traveling, studies into mythology and lore, and how to wield his Light to aid the cause. The first time he was able to manifest his Light was when he was six, it poured out of him an encased him in a bubble. A month later his father took him along on an extermination mission to have him test his skill. His memory of a harpy swooping down to steal him away was his first combat experience, the intense fear of something bigger, much older, and way more powerful than him reaching out with its clawed legs shook him to the core. The Light surged out of him, and the harpy bounced off of his protective shield, and it did so again and again. The fear he had turned to happiness, then to pride, he realized he had the power to deny them, he had the power to tell them no.
At the age of fourteen he was assigned to a city in Japan, his first station as a Knight. As the years went on he would be transferred from city to city and he got to meet more and more people within the Agency. To this day it amazes him how few people the agency has, and it has showed him that each man lost is a dire blow to TERA. On the day he was appointed Leader of the TERA Knights of Grayridge, he vowed that he would not loose anyone to the nightmares, that no one would get left behind or dragged off to unimaginable horrors. Having held this position for just under two years, he has kept that oath to the best of his abilities, because some times things happen that you couldn't have planed for, and those are the thing that make him feel like his six year old self again.
Hobbies:
When he is not busy working, he like to take the time to either meditate or browse art galleries. He is also an avid reader of fiction and children s books, which he calls research.
Style: Support
Abilities: Creates wards and barriers that prevent those of malicious intent from passing. The barrier can be held around himself or on a stationary position he sets up. Having been a squad leader of TERA for some time now, he has the combat expertise and foresight to plan an attack against most minor threats and some greater threats. Using his Shakujō he can fend for himself, but it is difficult for him to put up a new barrier if he is engaged in combat.</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
Looking from Daniel to Jasmine, Katsu tilted his head to the side, "'No incidents to report,' huh?" The lady scratched the back of her head, knowing full well she should have mentioned Stacie's condition, but everyone was handling the extra work well. She was likely to be back in a few days anyway, TERA had a great health plan, as well as other methods of take care of their employee's well being. "Well," she responded, "I figured I'd tell you when it came up. It wasn't anything bad, she just landed wrong. Very wrong." Luckily before the conversation could go any farther she was saved by the buzzer, which she quickly tended to.
"Either way, send her flowers on my behalf. She likes tulips if I'm not mistaken." A secretary was as much a part of the team as any Knight, and Katsu cared for them all equally as friends and valued allies. Turning his attention back to Daniel. "At ease Sir Dashing. Inform the school I will be happy to be there if they have no objections, and inform Lord Todita that I will be free for dinner tomorrow night." Attending school functions was important to Katsu, since where else would he get a chance to scout new members of TERA. It's not easy for people to come to terms with a special ability, so the faster someone finds it, the easier their life will be, whether or not they decide to join the Agency. Lord Todita was another matter. The man had been a longtime family friend, working closely with Katsu's father. Their meetings often mixed business with friendship, and one way or another, he could not disappoint him.
Ms. Gilboa buzzed in Aaron their newest recruit. An interesting man to say the least, but there was something more to him that Katsu just couldn't put his finger on. His blue hair was an oddity but if you travel the world long enough you will find more than a few oddities. "Sir Hodges," he greeted, accepting the man's handshake. "I've been told there was no action in my absence, I hope that's not disappointing, you will get a chance soon enough to show us all what you have. How have you been fairing in my absence? The same goes for you too Sir Dashing, you made no mention of how you are doing this evening."</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Very well Sir, thank you for asking." Daniel replies. "Just enjoying the quiet night, trying to keep busy."
He rather enjoyed a quiet night like this every once in a while. A quiet night was a sign that they were doing a good job, and it allowed him to attend to the seemingly endless pile of unofficial duties he managed to find for himself. At present that was filling in for Stacie, whose desk he sat back down at when given leave to. He eagerly picked up the phone and dialed the number Lord Tobita had given him. He got a machine, but left a message that Sir Fukui was eager to meet with him tomorrow night. He would call Principle Constance tomorrow morning. For now, he got right back to reading and filing strange incident reports to see whether any of them warranted serious investigation.
There was so much work the secretary had to do, but he figured that if he pulled an all-nigther Stacie would come back to a totally empty in-box. Wouldn't that be a nice surprise.</s>
<|message|>Ayashe "Ashe" Kalu
Sweat rolled down her back under her tight-fitting tank top as she slowly lowered herself down into another diamond push up, and then pushed back up with just as much control. The muscles under her dark colored skin bulged from the exertion of her work out, but she kept a flat look on her face, almost as if she was just going through the motions, her mind seemingly elsewhere. Which, indeed, it was. She hadn't been out lately on a job, not that she deeply cared to go defending the citizens of Greyridge from the big bad beasties they summon up. It was more of a feeling that it seemed... quiet. Too quiet. Her family's tech wouldn't be effective if there wasn't anything to kill with it.
Ayashe pushed herself up again, this time from a one armed push up, and then stood to her full height and began to towel herself off. She wasn't incredibly tall, but she was well built, and probably spent more time in this gym in the last month than she had actually fighting the denizens of despair in her entire Knighthood. Her unruly hair was tamed into a thick braid that hung in between her shoulder blades, and her body shone with a layer of perspiration that was impossible to towel off completely.
She gave the opposite wall a scowl as her thoughts swirled. "I need to go for a walk..." She muttered under her breath, so low that if anybody else were in the gym, they wouldn't have heard her. Throwing her towel over her shoulders, she set up and out of the gym, taking a quick moment to grab a water from the kitchen, before continuing the rest of the way up the stairs. When her head poked out, she was greeted by too many people for her liking, including her superior, Katsu Fukui. It took a monumental effort for her to not groan audibly, she was hoping to just slink out without any formalities.
"Oh look what a haul the cat dragged in. Hello fellows, how wonderful it is that you're keeping up the good fight – no really, amazing work there, DeeDee." Her voice came out as sardonic as she could afford to make it as she gave Daniel two thumbs up. Her gaze went around the room to take in the rest of the people there as she casually held on to the ends of her towel still draped over her shoulders. "Mister Monk Man," She said with a semi-respectful nod to Katsu. "Blueberry Boy," She gave Aaron an exaggerated salute, obviously meant to be mocking.
While taking, she managed to slink to the door leading outside. "Unless a gremlin is munching on the brains of toddlers, I'm going for a walk. That cool with you?" She looked to Katsu for affirmation as her hand gripped the door handle, which seemed like she wanted to claw at to get out, all the while managing one of her famous deadpan stares.</s>
<|message|>Aleksandr Yasheyev
Aleksandr kept a relatively low profile in the corner of the room. He preferred to listen than to talk in most situations. His face was hidden behind a heavy tome, simply titled 'Advanced Organic Chemistry Unit 5'. There had been a bit of lull recently, a change of pace from normal. He took these lulls in his stride, they gave him time to indulge his other interests, well at least when he wasn't engaged in non hunting work. This was city life, infinite information at his finger tips, it was impossible to get bored.
The boss returned though and with him a lot of noise. It was a tempo change but not unwelcome. He didn't currently have anything to report, the uneventfulness was leading to a feeling of unproductiveness but that didn't mean there wasn't anything to hear. There was one report of disappearances of young women, but he had discovered that that was human activity, not even warlocks at that. It was bad but it wasn't really the Knights' remit and he had already informed the police. The pleasantries of the other knights' were suddenly interrupted by Ayashe in her traditional style. However she passed over him when making her round of insults.
"Ayashe, you're making me feel excluded, what did I do wrong?" Alexandr joked through his thick Russian accent. "Are you sure you don't need someone to walk with you in case you run in a child chomping demon?"</s>
<|message|>Raine Fuchs
"Icecream?" Raine's loud, deep, and hopeful voice rang out as he exited the stairwell. He ducked his head quickly to avoid clocking his face into the door frame, though it didn't stop his glasses from catching and being knocked off of the top of his head. Though thankfully they didn't go far, having gotten tangled in his mass of blueish-black hair that was all bundled up at the nape of his neck with a few uneven strands being held in place with bobby pins. Ignoring his glasses for the moment though, his attention quickly turns towards Ayashe, who happened to be closest to the door.
His face, much despite the dark circles that could be found under his pale green eyes, was rather lively and filled with hope at the prospect of icecream. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and in truth, it was quite possible. A large, red hooded sweater, his favorite pair of jeans that were missing the entire right pant-leg under his knee, the bright neon green socks... Things he often wore when he was relaxing, or napping. But seeing as his hair wasn't trying to stick up in fifty different places and there were no strange drool marks on his chin, the first suggestion was the case.
"...If you are going out, please?" He asked, his voice now much softer than it had been just a few moments ago. It wasn't often he dared ask anything of others, be it because of his usual silence or the fact that he'd rather do it himself. But Raine knew his limits well. And running about while tired was never a wise choice for him, unless he wanted to end up napping on a bench somewhere. Again.</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Oh, there's a lovely place on Dover Street." Daniel says, looking up from his work. "You remember, Sir Fuchs? Near the library? Penguin in the window?" He suddenly turns his attention to the whole room. "Lovely place, family owned for three generations. Literally the greatest ice cream I have ever had. Dame Kalu, if you're going out walking anyway I highly recommend their frozen yogurt as a post work-out treat."</s>
| <|message|>Katsu Fukui
When Ayashe walked into the room, she simply stole the show. She didn't crave attention, she didn't want everyone's approval, she just wanted them not to be in her way. Only she asked such with all the grace of a tempest. There is something to be respected of brutal honesty, the resolve to be your own person and march forward, Katsu admired this, but he knew there was room for improvement. "Dame Kalu," he greeted with a slight bow, keeping his eyes locked to her's. "I plan to hold the briefing of my visit to headquarters in the morning. As such the evening is free, you may do as you desire."
Breaking the gaze he pulled out his chair and sat down. "I have noted you're concern for little children and your disdain for tiny monsters, should either of these come into play I will make my attempts to contact you." With that he set off to the what little work he had to for the night. HQ had given him a flash drive with various documents for him to look over and get back to them on. As he connected it to a rather small laptop he produced from his desk he listened to everyone around him and was content.</s> |
<|description|>Daniel Dashing
Age: 14
Rank: I
Nationality: American
Weapon: Magic Grow Capsules
Gear: Pouch on belt. When lid is pulled it acts sort of like a tape measure, onto which various capsules are stored.
Appearance: Short, with short blond curly hair. Often dressed very professionally with a suit and tie, a vest, clean shoes, because such a look is as close as one can get to the dignity of a knight without actually donning armor. Despite this, his tie is always some sort of ludicrous novelty design. He has a pair of long thin scars running down the left side of his face that just miss his left eye.
Personality: Daniel is a small friendly guy. He tries very much to live up to the platonic ideals of knighthood, striving to be polite, generous, honorable, and chivalrous in all situation. When people speak to him, he listens. Really listens, and remembers, because you are important. He's kind of intense, and it tends to put people off. It's like he's laser focused all the time, on everything. He is, without question, a workaholic.
History: Daniel has wanted to be a Knight ever since he was five, when his entire life was stolen away by the machinations of a spiteful neighbor. The man put a monster under young Daniels bed, and when his parents went to check...well, he's blocked most of the memories of that night from his mind. He does remember one thing, though. The Knight.
A shining figure in the dark of his room, holding him, monster dead on the floor. For Daniel this was akin to a religious experience. For all intents and purposes adopted by his savior, who was themselves barely a teenager at the time, Daniel was brought up in Knighthood. His foster parent drilled in the philosophy of the light, the merits of behaving virtuously, and the benefits of always being prepared. He took these lessons to heart and entered the Knighthood himself at twelve, working with the fervor of a fanatic.
Hobbies: Daniel is always trying to organize something. A baseball league, a ball, a charity, a tournament. If there is a committee he wants on it. If there is a meeting he wants to be a part of it. He likes being around people, and on the off chance that there is nothing for him to work on in his downtime you'd be able to find him in a park, or a restaurant, or a club, somewhere where he will be surrounded by them.
Style: Variable. Because of the way he uses his light he prefers to hold back and watch for a hole that needs filling.
Abilities: Daniel infuses light into Magic Grow Capsules, bringing them to life as servants. They become bigger and stronger, taking on the characteristics of the thing they were made in the image of while still remaining spongy and malleable. Bringing these creatures of light to life takes a lot out of Daniel, realistically meaning that he's only able to do it once every day. In addition, they have a rather short lifespan of six hours, whereupon they dissolve.</s>
<|message|>Aleksandr Yasheyev
Aleksandr kept a relatively low profile in the corner of the room. He preferred to listen than to talk in most situations. His face was hidden behind a heavy tome, simply titled 'Advanced Organic Chemistry Unit 5'. There had been a bit of lull recently, a change of pace from normal. He took these lulls in his stride, they gave him time to indulge his other interests, well at least when he wasn't engaged in non hunting work. This was city life, infinite information at his finger tips, it was impossible to get bored.
The boss returned though and with him a lot of noise. It was a tempo change but not unwelcome. He didn't currently have anything to report, the uneventfulness was leading to a feeling of unproductiveness but that didn't mean there wasn't anything to hear. There was one report of disappearances of young women, but he had discovered that that was human activity, not even warlocks at that. It was bad but it wasn't really the Knights' remit and he had already informed the police. The pleasantries of the other knights' were suddenly interrupted by Ayashe in her traditional style. However she passed over him when making her round of insults.
"Ayashe, you're making me feel excluded, what did I do wrong?" Alexandr joked through his thick Russian accent. "Are you sure you don't need someone to walk with you in case you run in a child chomping demon?"</s>
<|message|>Raine Fuchs
"Icecream?" Raine's loud, deep, and hopeful voice rang out as he exited the stairwell. He ducked his head quickly to avoid clocking his face into the door frame, though it didn't stop his glasses from catching and being knocked off of the top of his head. Though thankfully they didn't go far, having gotten tangled in his mass of blueish-black hair that was all bundled up at the nape of his neck with a few uneven strands being held in place with bobby pins. Ignoring his glasses for the moment though, his attention quickly turns towards Ayashe, who happened to be closest to the door.
His face, much despite the dark circles that could be found under his pale green eyes, was rather lively and filled with hope at the prospect of icecream. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and in truth, it was quite possible. A large, red hooded sweater, his favorite pair of jeans that were missing the entire right pant-leg under his knee, the bright neon green socks... Things he often wore when he was relaxing, or napping. But seeing as his hair wasn't trying to stick up in fifty different places and there were no strange drool marks on his chin, the first suggestion was the case.
"...If you are going out, please?" He asked, his voice now much softer than it had been just a few moments ago. It wasn't often he dared ask anything of others, be it because of his usual silence or the fact that he'd rather do it himself. But Raine knew his limits well. And running about while tired was never a wise choice for him, unless he wanted to end up napping on a bench somewhere. Again.</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Oh, there's a lovely place on Dover Street." Daniel says, looking up from his work. "You remember, Sir Fuchs? Near the library? Penguin in the window?" He suddenly turns his attention to the whole room. "Lovely place, family owned for three generations. Literally the greatest ice cream I have ever had. Dame Kalu, if you're going out walking anyway I highly recommend their frozen yogurt as a post work-out treat."</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
When Ayashe walked into the room, she simply stole the show. She didn't crave attention, she didn't want everyone's approval, she just wanted them not to be in her way. Only she asked such with all the grace of a tempest. There is something to be respected of brutal honesty, the resolve to be your own person and march forward, Katsu admired this, but he knew there was room for improvement. "Dame Kalu," he greeted with a slight bow, keeping his eyes locked to her's. "I plan to hold the briefing of my visit to headquarters in the morning. As such the evening is free, you may do as you desire."
Breaking the gaze he pulled out his chair and sat down. "I have noted you're concern for little children and your disdain for tiny monsters, should either of these come into play I will make my attempts to contact you." With that he set off to the what little work he had to for the night. HQ had given him a flash drive with various documents for him to look over and get back to them on. As he connected it to a rather small laptop he produced from his desk he listened to everyone around him and was content.</s>
<|message|>Ayashe "Ashe" Kalu
Her eyebrows shot up as she glanced into the corner of the room at Aleksandr, and she quickly took in the fact that he had been buried in his books. Ayashe was sure that he had just been a pile of books on her first sweep of the room. She was positive that all he ever did was read, read, read, and wondered how his eyes didn't fall out. "Oh, I'm sorry Romanov, what did you say? Hard to understand you when you're talking behind the pages of your book. How heavy is that thing, really?" She ignored his offer of coming with her altogether, swiveling her head around when the loud and deep voice of Raine came from the stairwell.
She managed to stifle most of her sigh this time. Something about Raine made her want to just get him the damn ice cream. Was it the way he asked? The fact that he was huge, lanky, and positively clumsy, in her opinion? Or was it the fact that he had healed her bruises and scrapes on more than one occasion? Just maybe it was because if he went out to get it, he may not come back until he had had a pleasant time napping in the middle of the street like road kill? She was sure that had occurred, at least one time in the ridiculously tall fellow's life. "Fine, whatever. What flavor, Pipsqueak? 'Cus if you don't tell me, I'm getting you one of those stupid tri-flavor vanilla, strawberry, chocolate things, and it'll probably be gross."
She placed a hand on her hip before turning her attentions to Daniel, or DeeDee as she so appropriately named him. She couldn't help it, when she saw him, she saw him in a pink tutu pressing all the buttons in a figurative laboratory. His very alliterate name also helped. Daniel Dashing. C'mon, it'd be asking her to pass up gold if she didn't call him that. Or even Double D. She gave a smirk at the thought. That would be a nice nickname, for a change of pace. "Doesn't surprise me that you know of literally everything, Double D." She said, putting the same emphasis on the word "literally" as Daniel had used. She could never get used to the way people called her "Dame", especially a person so much younger than herself. She put the location of the ice cream shop in the back of her mind, she'd just go there. It was simple.
When Katsu finished talking to her, she retrieved her tablet from a small bag hanging from one of her shoulders and gave it a cheerful little wiggle in his direction. "You can contact me through my handy-dandy tablet if a horde of zombie babies come, Mister M." She hoped that something interesting happened at Headquarters, because life around here had been boring lately. Her designs had even lost their usual flair in the last week or two, but she refused to admit that even a fraction of her creativity came from battling monsters.</s>
<|message|>Aaron Hodges
In the short period of time in which their handshake lasted, Aaron did his best to extract as much data as he could. He had read Katsu's file, since after all he was his leader and potential friend, but files usually stored superficial information like biography, age, gender, et cetera, information which wouldn't be of much help. He needed to know his colleagues deeper, and thankfully with the right mindset, something as customary as shaking hands could tell a lot about the other person. For example, in that case, within the first seconds of the grip, Aaron could already see that Mr. Fukui, in spite of his short height, had a very roughened palm. That was obviously courtesy of his previous adventures, taking into account he was Rank V, and Rank V always translated to 'highly experienced'. He had slain a great deal of monsters before, and the fact that he didn't throw in a quip about Hodge's blue hair signified he was already accommodated to the bizarre and possessed a great level of maturity, which he could imagine was what got him promoted in the first place. Aaron was well aware that there had to be more to him than that, but for the time being, he was satisfied.
The blue haired teenager opened his mouth in an attempt to answer Mr. Fukui's question, but he was interrupted by the emergence of another Knight, female; of african descent, slightly shorter than him and possessing great physical feats. At this point, he figured out she must be Ayashe Kalu. He had thrown a quick glance at her file during his break, but there was no mention of her tendency to tag her peers with nicknames. Either way, she seemed to be the agency's diva. She stole everyone's sights, and consequently, hearts, with her elegant and confident waltz, an indicator that she was the heir to a wealthy and influential family. Her appearance provoked two other Knights which Aaron hadn't met before to reveal themselves - a Russian muscle and a German, manchild version of Stephen Merchant. At this rate, the British Knight realized he had a lot of catching up to do.
Leaving Mr. Fukui's question unanswered for the time being, the boy slightly leaned towards Jasmine, using the confusion to throw in an inaudible buzz. "Psst, Jazz!"
The secretary immediately shifted his sight at the boy, visibly disorientated by the way he referred to her.
"What are the chances that you've gotten hold of my cane?", the boy proceeded with a query, his tone now slightly higher than before. Ms. Gilboa's stutter showed she was still muddled, but managed to land an answer anyway.
"Oh, oh..yeah. It's in your desk. I polished it a little bit, I hope you don't mind."
"I don't", Aaron responded yet again, sneaking a passing smirk at her before speeding towards his desk, away from the crowd.
The way his backpack bounced visibly annoyed him, so as soon as he made his way to the desk, he slammed it down on the seat. Quickly pulling the zipper down, he opened his backpack and pulled a couple of books. Needless to say, his desk was organized to an extent. The right side was infested by different board games; chess, jigsaw, monopoly, brain teasers and books with logic as their main theme. The right side was filled with Conan Doyle novels and the latest season of BBC Sherlock, while the middle space was reserved for stuff which he thought would benefit him in evolving as a Knight. In there, he stacked a couple of books about mythology, ranging from the Mediterranean to Scandinavia and beyond. It was thanks to those books that he finally realized that the creature that attacked him that dreaded night was, in fact, a Griffin as opposed a Fury, which was his initial assumption. It was worth stating that the monsters looked extremely different from how they were portrayed in ancient literature, which justified the boy's mistake.
After neatly stacking his books up, he grabbed his cane and slowly folded it, placing it at a side slot in his backpack.</s>
| <|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Oh, by the way." Daniel speaks up, and after a few quick keystrokes the tablet in her bag beeps. "So long as you're going that way, there's apparently been some sort of spooky poster showing up around the area. Shop owners keep tearing them down, they keep going up without anyone seeing how or why. Most likely just viral marketing for some Japaneses style horror movie, but there isn't any harm in checking. I've sent the report to your tablet."</s> |
<|description|>Daniel Dashing
Age: 14
Rank: I
Nationality: American
Weapon: Magic Grow Capsules
Gear: Pouch on belt. When lid is pulled it acts sort of like a tape measure, onto which various capsules are stored.
Appearance: Short, with short blond curly hair. Often dressed very professionally with a suit and tie, a vest, clean shoes, because such a look is as close as one can get to the dignity of a knight without actually donning armor. Despite this, his tie is always some sort of ludicrous novelty design. He has a pair of long thin scars running down the left side of his face that just miss his left eye.
Personality: Daniel is a small friendly guy. He tries very much to live up to the platonic ideals of knighthood, striving to be polite, generous, honorable, and chivalrous in all situation. When people speak to him, he listens. Really listens, and remembers, because you are important. He's kind of intense, and it tends to put people off. It's like he's laser focused all the time, on everything. He is, without question, a workaholic.
History: Daniel has wanted to be a Knight ever since he was five, when his entire life was stolen away by the machinations of a spiteful neighbor. The man put a monster under young Daniels bed, and when his parents went to check...well, he's blocked most of the memories of that night from his mind. He does remember one thing, though. The Knight.
A shining figure in the dark of his room, holding him, monster dead on the floor. For Daniel this was akin to a religious experience. For all intents and purposes adopted by his savior, who was themselves barely a teenager at the time, Daniel was brought up in Knighthood. His foster parent drilled in the philosophy of the light, the merits of behaving virtuously, and the benefits of always being prepared. He took these lessons to heart and entered the Knighthood himself at twelve, working with the fervor of a fanatic.
Hobbies: Daniel is always trying to organize something. A baseball league, a ball, a charity, a tournament. If there is a committee he wants on it. If there is a meeting he wants to be a part of it. He likes being around people, and on the off chance that there is nothing for him to work on in his downtime you'd be able to find him in a park, or a restaurant, or a club, somewhere where he will be surrounded by them.
Style: Variable. Because of the way he uses his light he prefers to hold back and watch for a hole that needs filling.
Abilities: Daniel infuses light into Magic Grow Capsules, bringing them to life as servants. They become bigger and stronger, taking on the characteristics of the thing they were made in the image of while still remaining spongy and malleable. Bringing these creatures of light to life takes a lot out of Daniel, realistically meaning that he's only able to do it once every day. In addition, they have a rather short lifespan of six hours, whereupon they dissolve.</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Oh, by the way." Daniel speaks up, and after a few quick keystrokes the tablet in her bag beeps. "So long as you're going that way, there's apparently been some sort of spooky poster showing up around the area. Shop owners keep tearing them down, they keep going up without anyone seeing how or why. Most likely just viral marketing for some Japaneses style horror movie, but there isn't any harm in checking. I've sent the report to your tablet."</s>
<|message|>Raine Fuchs
"Schok-" Raine stops mid word, knitting his brows together for a moment before speaking again. "Chocolate. Please." His voice was a great deal quieter this time he spoke, just barely loud enough to hear. Though it was clear with how he was grinning, from nearly ear to ear, that he would be fine with whatever she brought back for him. And in truth, be it chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, a mix of the three, or anything else, he wouldn't complain about it. In fact, he would still be just as happy with raspberry or pecan... Raine was not a very picky fellow when it came to food, especially sweets that someone else was getting him.
Slowly Raine would duck his head once again, though this time he lifts both of his hands up to carefully start patting his head, probably feeling around for his glasses. Which, it did not take him long to locate the spectacles tangled in his hair on the back left-side of his head. He would then quickly start to attempt to untangle them while finding himself a seat, a corner opposite of the Russian. Not that he had any problems with the fellow, but if he was going to have his arms up like this for a short while, it was better to do it out of range form elbowing anyone in the face or elsewhere while he did. Even as he sat down in the somewhat confining chair, he only managed to mildly untangle the glasses.
After a minute or two though, he finally managed to pull them from the mess of his hair, save a few strands that had decided the glasses were a better place to reside. He wasn't paying much attention to the others around, as usual, much preferring to preoccupy himself with removing the several stands of hair that had gotten tangled on the glasses and ripped out. As most knew, he wasn't much of a talker and didn't really bother with people he didn't know unless they were hurt.</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
Among all of the commotion a sharp tone caught everyone's attention. None could mistake the ringing of Jasmine's phone, which was the main inline for phone calls. As would be expected, their phone was not listed anywhere that anyone could just find it, and randomly calling it was right next to never occurring. Katsu didn't lift his head, he went along his business of sorting through the files on his computer, but he had feeling that his first night back would not be an uneventful one.
Answering the phone Jasmine asked the simple question of "Name and Business," which was official protocol. The voice on the other end was the gravelly voice of a man, who identified himself as Lucius Donnell, Commissioner of the Greyridge Police Department. Although not part of the Agency, he was a designated informant, an individual who has access to information involving the public's activities. Anytime an informant thinks that something is just on the other side or normal, they give TERA a call, and the hunt begins. "Sir Fukui, its Commissioner Donnell, would you like to take the call or should I?"
"Transfer it over please." The secretary did just that and as soon as the light on his phone lit up he grabbed the receiver. "Sir Fukui speaking, state your business."
"Katsu, I didn't think you would be back for another day or two. The trip was enjoyable I hope." Rather then get to the point, Lucius opted for small talk. This was nothing new, as any time he called he did his best to avoid talking about the incident, always hoping that he was dreaming or that things were simpler and more logical than they were.
For Katsu this was a sure fire sign that something was indeed up, and that there would be work tonight. "Commissioner Donnell, as I have told you previously, time is an expendable resource that one can not get back. State the incident."
"I... of course. I have reports of an accident on a bridge, an overturned bus. I want to say that no one got hurt, but all of the passengers are missing, all that is left is the driver."
"You are going to have to be more specific Sir. Tell me about the bus."
"Its on its side. Side door is against the ground, none of the windows are broken, back door is ripped clean off."
"Back door?" Most buses had only one door on the front right side, rarely they would have two, and even rarer are back doors, unless it was a certain kind of bus. "Its an overturned school bus?"
The commissioner didn't answer right away, he fought to get the words past the knot in his stomach. "Yes. Kids and chaperons are gone. Driver said he couldn't have been down for more then a minute. Just get over there, I don't like this one."
"We are moving out. I'll radio you when we arrive." After hanging up the phone Katsu stood up and started to remove his buttoned shirt and pants in order to dawn his robes. Though business dress signified status, it wasn't necessarily battle efficient, his worn and torn robes on the other hand, felt like a second set of skin to him, having been through many bad situations. "Grab you're gear everyone. Dame Kalu, seems like you have your kids in distress. Over turned school bus here in the central district. Ms. Gilboa, seeing as we are short handed, you will have to take care of the travel arrangements, please bring the van around."</s>
<|message|>Aleksandr Yasheyev
Hearing about the incident Alexandr's brain went into autopilot mode. He was already wearing his usual fighting gear, so he retrieved his heavy limbed bow. He fluidly slid the bow into a sheathe which he wore clipped behind his waist. The bow was extremely precious to Alexandr, and he knew every inch of its structure, without it he'd be lost. His hands then rapidly picked and filled a light quiver with a variety of arrows, some where broad headed with bone points, others where thin and metallic, like huge fletched needles.
As he was doing this he thought about the situation and Kalu's almost supernatural prediction. Children were a tricky one, they were terrible hostages and far less predictable than adults due to their limited understanding of most situations, it was an unfortunate coincidence that they were such a common monster target. This train of thought lead Alexandr to run a quick scan of his knowledge of monsters, trying to find a modus operandi match. It could be a Lamashtu, which would be bad news, as they had a tendency to eat children, but lion-donkey headed eagle demons were unusual even for TERA. The torn off back door pointed more towards an ogre to him, although the child loss and water proximity meant that there was a possibility of kelpies or even kappas.
"If we were making bets, than I would put my money on an ogre." Intoned Alexandr through the thick accent, as he strode towards the door. "In which case we're looking at no hostage taking, probably high casualties already, fun, fun, fun."</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
Daniel was slowly standing up throughout the conversation Sir Fukui was having. He touched the bundle on his belt, pulling out the draw string to reveal all his little colored capsules. He swept over them with his eyes, double checking to make sure that each one was in its correct place, before letting go and allowing the whole thing to snap back into his belt.
This was his entire preparation ritual. Unless Daniel was asleep he was prepared, and even then he would have his weapons on hand. Always be prepared to fight, this is what his mentor had drilled into him.
"It is unbecoming of a knight to gamble." He said sharply, pointedly ignoring the rest of what the Russian had suggested. He also makes his way to the door. "Or to make assumptions without knowing all the information. If it was at least daytime we could rule things out, but..."
He trails off, and stops short of the door before turning around. "What sort of school bus runs at this hour?" he says, perplexed, to the room.</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
Anyone that peered at Jasmine would see the color drain from her face. Under normal circumstances she would stay in the office and handle communications and support, she liked it that way. It came with a lot less trouble, a lot less danger, and far beyond fewer sleepless nights. "All the same Sir Fukui, I'd rather stay here. Why don't you drive?"
While tying his sash Katsu gave her a no nonsense glare. "Not possible. I do not have any experience driving and we need a man on the scene to inform the recovery team. Get the keys Ms. Gilboa."
"Please sir..." She wanted to plead, she wanted to say no. If these were just adults, she wouldn't be putting up as much of a fuss. But these were kids, people not old enough to fully defend themselves. This wasn't the job she signed up for, yet she knew that she could make a difference. All Katsu had to say was "Tick Tock," and she grabbed her keys and her coat.
She turned the door handle, ready to go but Daniel's question kicked her brain into gear. "School bus... oh." It was late at night, well past after school care, and sport events. Though she didn't have kids herself, she did have a niece whom she loved dearly who recently complained about not being able to go with the big kids on their overnight trip. "It's a field trip. The fifth graders went on an overnight trip to the next city. There would have been more than one bus sir..."
"He only said one," he quickly interjected. "The others should be fine, otherwise the Commissioner would have mentioned them. One bus Ms. Gilboa." This made her feel the slightest bit better, and gave her the boost she needed to work past the fear. She left and ran around the building to the too small parking lot. The van was nothing special, by any stretch of the imagination. A plain white van with ordinary plates, seating for eight. The office had two such vehicles, Jasmine just jumped into the closest one, started it up and moved it out into the street front of the building.</s>
| <|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Ms. Gilboa?" There was a knock at the driver side window.
It should come at no surprise at this point that Daniel was the first out the door, despite the fact that Ayashe had already been at the door. He looked in at her with kind little eyes. "If we were walking into a abattoir Sir Fukui would have told us, to prepare us. But he didn't, so that means the children are missing. Missing. Not dead. That could mean anything, and it does us no good to assume the worst case scenario."
"They are alive and we will find them." He says proudly. "If I am a liar may the light forsake me forever."</s> |
<|description|>Aaron Hodges
Age: 17
Rank: I
Nationality: British
Weapon: A cane
Gear: A smart phone, which he uses to store profiles and skip to deductions based on intel gathered in field work, and a small notebook with a pen which he uses to write messages.
Appearance: Standing at 5'9, with a weight of around 130 pounds, Aaron is a rather slim fella. Mistaking his slim build for a physical shortcoming, however, is one many are bound to make. While not guaranteed to emerge as a winner, he is able to hold his own against a man twice his age and body size, without
employing the Light. His most unique traits are his natural blue hair, which somewhat match his piercing blue eyes. In terms of fashion preferences, he's not against hiding his androgynous appearance - quite the contrary actually - he pretty much advertises it, choosing a variety of clothing that some might agree are not fit for a male.
Personality: Aaron adopts most of his personality feats from his favorite fictional character, that is Sherlock Holmes. Not to say he tried to mimic his personality. It just so happened that they had a couple of things in common.
The most 'in your face' feature is probably his habit of just saying things bluntly. While that's not always intentional (considering he still doesn't have a full understanding of human emotions), he may use it deliberately sometimes in order to create a strategic opportunity. Should his behavior prove to be overwhelming to the community, then he will feel obliged to issue an apology.
Other than that, he isn't a bad person after all. He enjoys making new friends, in spite of having difficulties in doing so, and respects anyone who engages in field work, no matter what cause they're following. He is usually very clam, but may be caught having brief panic attacks in the face of danger. He is also very smart and witty, able to skip to conclusions with very little bits of information.
History: Left before the doorstep of an orphanage in Sussex when he was just three months old, Aaron soon became the adopted son of a rich conglomerate. It is unknown why he was abandoned, but there are several hints that point to his mutation - blue hair, to be more precise. His adoptive father had grown so fond of him that, by the time he reached six years old, he decided to spare him from the dangers of the outside and school him at home. He was raised spotless, never once facing danger or trying any other different sensation. However, everything would change in his 14th birthday.
It was that day, that dreadful day, that a strange winged creature broke through the manor where Aaron lived and caused a turmoil, killing his foster father in the process. Unable to comprehend what happened, Aaron, instead of following his instincts and running away, actually tried to reason with the beast. It was that pure action that awakened the light inside him and gave him enough force to fend off the beast. With the manor destroyed and his foster father dead, Aaron saw it fit to run away and enjoy the world, taking his father's cane with himself.
It took two years for his act of valor to finally be noticed, when a then 16 year old Aaron, now travelling the world as a nomad and gathering knowledge on a life he was so oblivious of, was contacted by TERA.
Hobbies: Chess, brain teasers, crosspuzzles - anything involving wit, he is up for it. He doesn't shy away from outdoor activities either, practing his Judo time to time.
Style: Support.
Abilities: He possesses the ability to animate paper, often creating a running paper airplane which he uses to deliver messages in long distances, hence why he keeps a small notebook with himself. Once he uses this ability, he develops a sort of symbiotic relationship with his creation, able to see what IT sees and feel whatever IT feels. While the range of control he has can be expanded to cover an entire nation, natural factors such as wind, rain and other lifeforms such as seagulls can intercept his messages and force him to restart all over again.</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
The ride to the office was one of Katsu's most surreal rituals. He takes this time to ground himself in the reality that he fights to protect by watching the fellow passengers of his ride. The mother who is trying to coddle her cranky child, the business man who is struggling to stay awake as he makes his way home, the loud and obnoxious teenage lovers who don't care who is looking, the student who's nose is glued to their text book desperate to pass. Watching them gives him a sense of fulfillment, the knowledge that they are blissfully unaware of hordes of creatures he had vanquished brings a slight smile to his face. Greyridge is a diverse city filled with every emotion imaginable as its denizens try to make sense of their bustling lives, but on the bus late at night it calms down enough to see past the chaos and see the joy. He received many stares from most of the passengers, the reason most likely his attire. He was formally dressed in a black suit, white shirt and blue tie. Not out of the ordinary, but in his right hand stood his shakujō, a five and a half foot tall walking stick topped with a split circle, with each half hanging three rings. Being a monk he had carried one since he was young enough to understand its meaning, and was rarely without it, despite the confusion it caused his onlookers.
After the ride it was a three block walk to get to the office. Having just returned from delivering a quarterly report at TERA's headquarters, walking the distance had more stimulation that usual. All of the sights and sounds that are very familiar to him blending together into a late night cacophony as the city refused to go to sleep. It didn't take long to arrive at a very unassuming building that stuck out like a sore thumb against the rest of the districts architecture. For starters it was a small building standing at two floors tall and not much bigger than a large home, whereas everything around it was at least six stories. A driveway lead around back to a parking lot that had room enough for six cars, part of the reason Katsu didn't care much for driving. The building itself was a boring beige color, lacked any windows and had one steel reinforced door at the front, which the second floor hung over slightly to provide shelter from the elements. It lacked any labels such as what business was inside or any hours of operation, fitting because they didn't want just anyone knocking on the door. Lastly if that wasn't enough to ward off the curious, the only way to get in was for the door to be electronically unlocked from the inside. It was hard to say if this was all to keep the monsters or the people out, but all the same, unless you are supposed to be inside, you are not getting inside.
The young man pushed the call button, and could almost hear the ringing on the inside. It took several moments, but eventually a woman's voice flew through, "How may I help you?" The voice was familiar, and solidified the fact that he had returned home. It belonged to Jasmine Gilboa, their division's resident financial secretary, whom had compiled several of the reports Katsu had spoken on. He first met her when she had applied for the job right after she graduated collage with her Masters in Accounting. Having not known about TERA, it being a secret organization and all, her first few days had quite a shock factor, but over the last year she settled in nicely, trying to shield her sanity by not asking too many questions. "Good evening Ms. Gilboa," he replied, "This is Katsu Fukui, and I've returned."
"Sir Fukui! Come in, It's good to have you home again." The door clicked and in he went. The main floor was mostly office space, several desks lined up with some facing each other. All of them were uniquely decorated with varying levels of cleanliness. The front wall held a white board with a projector pointed at it, while the back wall was a cork board filled with various documents, most of them take out restaurants. At the end of the room sat the door to one of the bathrooms and a spiral staircase that went to the basement as well as the second floor. The basement consisted of a fully functioning kitchen with all the trimming, and a fully equipped gym that was slightly over the top. The second floor was all of the living space, everyone had their own bedroom and at the far end of the hall would be the main bathroom and entertainment room, again slightly over the top. Right next to the door was Jasmine, standing at her desk. Dressed in her usual attire of business jacket and pants with her black hair tied back in a tail that ended at her upper back. She was taller than Katsu, which most people were, and most of her features were round without it being unhealthy. "How was the trip Sir?"
"Long and informative. Seems like we are going through a transitional period, many of the Lords are stepping down and new ones are being appointed. We are going to have to update our directories. Have there been any incidents during my leave?" Katsu was always straight to business, believing that the more you do now the less you have to do later. As he spoke he walked over to his desk, the cleanest of the lot by far, simply because there was nothing on it save for a few curious books and his in and out box for hard copies. Removing his coat he hung it on the rack next to his monk robes which he missed so, awaiting Jasmine's reply. "No incidents to report Sir. Several false alarms, which I have placed on your desk." Unbeknownst to Katsu that wasn't entirely true. In his absence Jasmine was second in command, since she was the oldest in the building. She had formed a good relationship with most of the Knights and the other secretaries, and she wasn't about to tattle on the other's misadventures as most of them were harmless. "Good to hear. Anything else to report?" he asked as he turned his attention to his fellow Knights.</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Sir!" Said the Knight that had stood upon Katsu's entrance and would remain standing until given permission to be seated. Daniel, despite his commanding officer being away, had not taken opportunity to switch to casual attire. His tie today was crisp and white like copier paper, and next to a happy little cartoon pen were words scrawled in black proclaiming to the world how much the wearer enjoyed Mondays.
Daniel Dashing's desk was perhaps the only one that rivaled Katsu's for shear cleanliness, and would if it weren't constantly covered with not only his obsessively tidy work but also time-sheets, fliers, and posters for nearly every sort of club, league, and charity one could imagine. This was not the desk he was standing beside right now. Instead he was standing beside one of the secretaries desks, which it appears he's not only taken the time to organizes but shine. "Secretary Stacie is in the hospital with a fractured femur after she took a nasty spill yesterday during roller derby practice so I've taken the liberty of passing the hat 'round, so to speak." He said, indicating the jar over on his desk filled with money. It has a picture of a girl in a helmet and rollerskates thanking people for their donation. The picture is in crayon. "Greyridge Central Elementary School is having a cultural day and does not, as of yet, have a speaker representing Japan and I was wondering if you were interested. Also, a Lord Tobita contacted us. He's apparently just back from a spiritual journey in Africa and was wondering if you wanted to meet for dinner at 'the usual place.'"</s>
| <|message|>Aaron Hodges
Sporting a fancy white shirt with a fancy black tie, which matched his choice of black slim fit jeans and which somewhat rivaled his beige backpack, Aaron made his way to the office, oblivious to what was happening around. He had completely immersed himself into the virtual world his phone, and possibly must trusted companion, unraveled before him. He was reading logs, logs that stored all his previous adventures and provided him with details about certain places and certain people of interest. Even though he already was a knight, he hadn't participated in a mission as of yet, so given no chance to show his true nature, he simply passed time by doing freelance work for his neighbor, mostly using his powers to rescue their pets and find lost jewels they got from thrift shops. Not to say he didn't enjoy his work - he just needed something bigger, something that could force him to display all of his potential.
After sliding his phone down on the front pocket of his pants, Aaron shook his head, mentally berating himself for his constant requests to add flavor to his dull life. Things had been peaceful quite a while, so while a monster's appearance would mean more serious work, it would also mean that people's lives would be on the line and that's something he couldn't allow himself. After all, his powers of manipulating paper only served for surveillance or deliveries. They were nothing against the frightening might of the monsters that TERA had been facing all these years, and he couldn't just punch a beast until a knockout. He could try, but it wouldn't end well.
Aaron's harmless pondering had unknowingly brought him before the TERA headquarters. He didn't recall his last trip being that short, but it was probably a trick of his overloaded mind. The buzzing sound the call button made quickly attracted Ms. Gilboa's attention, who responded with a rigid "How may I help you?". Even though a clandestine group, TERA didn't have a permanent facade other than that building. It was very weird, and fortunate, how no one even thought of sniffing around and try to uncover the purpose that old building served. Though even if someone tried, the Lords would eventually get wind of it and make attempts to peacefully get rid of whatever incriminating evidence they would possess.
Recognizing Jasmine's monotone voice, the blue-haired misfit uttered "Aaron Hodges, reporting for duty". There was a brief intermission, before he got a response from the lady "I'm sorry, who?". At this point, Aaron figured out either she was messing with him or she really had a bad memory. He assumed it was the latter, and decided to take a different approach. "You might recognize me as the guy with the weird hair. You know, the Mountain Bluebird? That rings any bells?". Ms. Gilboa was briefly drowned into thoughts, then immediately responded, a half-smile slightly parting her lips. "Oh yes, please come in Mr. Hodges.", unlocking the door as she did. The presence of two other knights took Aaron faintly aback. He could recognize the younger one; Dashing, or so he was called. They had small talk in the past, but never a proper conversation. While the other one, the short man with the trimmed hair, he had never met. If it wasn't for his shakujō, the boy would have probably never known that the small guy was actually Katsu Fukui, a Rank V Knight and his superior. Upon finding that out, he was thankful that he refrained from cracking a joke about his height. That would have been extremely awkward.
Extending his hand in the friendliest manner he could while simultaneously mustering a wide grin, Aaron greeted, his british accent adding a dose of finesse. "Greetings Mr. Fukui. I see you're back from your trip!"</s> |
<|description|>Aaron Hodges
Age: 17
Rank: I
Nationality: British
Weapon: A cane
Gear: A smart phone, which he uses to store profiles and skip to deductions based on intel gathered in field work, and a small notebook with a pen which he uses to write messages.
Appearance: Standing at 5'9, with a weight of around 130 pounds, Aaron is a rather slim fella. Mistaking his slim build for a physical shortcoming, however, is one many are bound to make. While not guaranteed to emerge as a winner, he is able to hold his own against a man twice his age and body size, without
employing the Light. His most unique traits are his natural blue hair, which somewhat match his piercing blue eyes. In terms of fashion preferences, he's not against hiding his androgynous appearance - quite the contrary actually - he pretty much advertises it, choosing a variety of clothing that some might agree are not fit for a male.
Personality: Aaron adopts most of his personality feats from his favorite fictional character, that is Sherlock Holmes. Not to say he tried to mimic his personality. It just so happened that they had a couple of things in common.
The most 'in your face' feature is probably his habit of just saying things bluntly. While that's not always intentional (considering he still doesn't have a full understanding of human emotions), he may use it deliberately sometimes in order to create a strategic opportunity. Should his behavior prove to be overwhelming to the community, then he will feel obliged to issue an apology.
Other than that, he isn't a bad person after all. He enjoys making new friends, in spite of having difficulties in doing so, and respects anyone who engages in field work, no matter what cause they're following. He is usually very clam, but may be caught having brief panic attacks in the face of danger. He is also very smart and witty, able to skip to conclusions with very little bits of information.
History: Left before the doorstep of an orphanage in Sussex when he was just three months old, Aaron soon became the adopted son of a rich conglomerate. It is unknown why he was abandoned, but there are several hints that point to his mutation - blue hair, to be more precise. His adoptive father had grown so fond of him that, by the time he reached six years old, he decided to spare him from the dangers of the outside and school him at home. He was raised spotless, never once facing danger or trying any other different sensation. However, everything would change in his 14th birthday.
It was that day, that dreadful day, that a strange winged creature broke through the manor where Aaron lived and caused a turmoil, killing his foster father in the process. Unable to comprehend what happened, Aaron, instead of following his instincts and running away, actually tried to reason with the beast. It was that pure action that awakened the light inside him and gave him enough force to fend off the beast. With the manor destroyed and his foster father dead, Aaron saw it fit to run away and enjoy the world, taking his father's cane with himself.
It took two years for his act of valor to finally be noticed, when a then 16 year old Aaron, now travelling the world as a nomad and gathering knowledge on a life he was so oblivious of, was contacted by TERA.
Hobbies: Chess, brain teasers, crosspuzzles - anything involving wit, he is up for it. He doesn't shy away from outdoor activities either, practing his Judo time to time.
Style: Support.
Abilities: He possesses the ability to animate paper, often creating a running paper airplane which he uses to deliver messages in long distances, hence why he keeps a small notebook with himself. Once he uses this ability, he develops a sort of symbiotic relationship with his creation, able to see what IT sees and feel whatever IT feels. While the range of control he has can be expanded to cover an entire nation, natural factors such as wind, rain and other lifeforms such as seagulls can intercept his messages and force him to restart all over again.</s>
<|message|>Aleksandr Yasheyev
Aleksandr kept a relatively low profile in the corner of the room. He preferred to listen than to talk in most situations. His face was hidden behind a heavy tome, simply titled 'Advanced Organic Chemistry Unit 5'. There had been a bit of lull recently, a change of pace from normal. He took these lulls in his stride, they gave him time to indulge his other interests, well at least when he wasn't engaged in non hunting work. This was city life, infinite information at his finger tips, it was impossible to get bored.
The boss returned though and with him a lot of noise. It was a tempo change but not unwelcome. He didn't currently have anything to report, the uneventfulness was leading to a feeling of unproductiveness but that didn't mean there wasn't anything to hear. There was one report of disappearances of young women, but he had discovered that that was human activity, not even warlocks at that. It was bad but it wasn't really the Knights' remit and he had already informed the police. The pleasantries of the other knights' were suddenly interrupted by Ayashe in her traditional style. However she passed over him when making her round of insults.
"Ayashe, you're making me feel excluded, what did I do wrong?" Alexandr joked through his thick Russian accent. "Are you sure you don't need someone to walk with you in case you run in a child chomping demon?"</s>
<|message|>Raine Fuchs
"Icecream?" Raine's loud, deep, and hopeful voice rang out as he exited the stairwell. He ducked his head quickly to avoid clocking his face into the door frame, though it didn't stop his glasses from catching and being knocked off of the top of his head. Though thankfully they didn't go far, having gotten tangled in his mass of blueish-black hair that was all bundled up at the nape of his neck with a few uneven strands being held in place with bobby pins. Ignoring his glasses for the moment though, his attention quickly turns towards Ayashe, who happened to be closest to the door.
His face, much despite the dark circles that could be found under his pale green eyes, was rather lively and filled with hope at the prospect of icecream. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and in truth, it was quite possible. A large, red hooded sweater, his favorite pair of jeans that were missing the entire right pant-leg under his knee, the bright neon green socks... Things he often wore when he was relaxing, or napping. But seeing as his hair wasn't trying to stick up in fifty different places and there were no strange drool marks on his chin, the first suggestion was the case.
"...If you are going out, please?" He asked, his voice now much softer than it had been just a few moments ago. It wasn't often he dared ask anything of others, be it because of his usual silence or the fact that he'd rather do it himself. But Raine knew his limits well. And running about while tired was never a wise choice for him, unless he wanted to end up napping on a bench somewhere. Again.</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Oh, there's a lovely place on Dover Street." Daniel says, looking up from his work. "You remember, Sir Fuchs? Near the library? Penguin in the window?" He suddenly turns his attention to the whole room. "Lovely place, family owned for three generations. Literally the greatest ice cream I have ever had. Dame Kalu, if you're going out walking anyway I highly recommend their frozen yogurt as a post work-out treat."</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
When Ayashe walked into the room, she simply stole the show. She didn't crave attention, she didn't want everyone's approval, she just wanted them not to be in her way. Only she asked such with all the grace of a tempest. There is something to be respected of brutal honesty, the resolve to be your own person and march forward, Katsu admired this, but he knew there was room for improvement. "Dame Kalu," he greeted with a slight bow, keeping his eyes locked to her's. "I plan to hold the briefing of my visit to headquarters in the morning. As such the evening is free, you may do as you desire."
Breaking the gaze he pulled out his chair and sat down. "I have noted you're concern for little children and your disdain for tiny monsters, should either of these come into play I will make my attempts to contact you." With that he set off to the what little work he had to for the night. HQ had given him a flash drive with various documents for him to look over and get back to them on. As he connected it to a rather small laptop he produced from his desk he listened to everyone around him and was content.</s>
<|message|>Ayashe "Ashe" Kalu
Her eyebrows shot up as she glanced into the corner of the room at Aleksandr, and she quickly took in the fact that he had been buried in his books. Ayashe was sure that he had just been a pile of books on her first sweep of the room. She was positive that all he ever did was read, read, read, and wondered how his eyes didn't fall out. "Oh, I'm sorry Romanov, what did you say? Hard to understand you when you're talking behind the pages of your book. How heavy is that thing, really?" She ignored his offer of coming with her altogether, swiveling her head around when the loud and deep voice of Raine came from the stairwell.
She managed to stifle most of her sigh this time. Something about Raine made her want to just get him the damn ice cream. Was it the way he asked? The fact that he was huge, lanky, and positively clumsy, in her opinion? Or was it the fact that he had healed her bruises and scrapes on more than one occasion? Just maybe it was because if he went out to get it, he may not come back until he had had a pleasant time napping in the middle of the street like road kill? She was sure that had occurred, at least one time in the ridiculously tall fellow's life. "Fine, whatever. What flavor, Pipsqueak? 'Cus if you don't tell me, I'm getting you one of those stupid tri-flavor vanilla, strawberry, chocolate things, and it'll probably be gross."
She placed a hand on her hip before turning her attentions to Daniel, or DeeDee as she so appropriately named him. She couldn't help it, when she saw him, she saw him in a pink tutu pressing all the buttons in a figurative laboratory. His very alliterate name also helped. Daniel Dashing. C'mon, it'd be asking her to pass up gold if she didn't call him that. Or even Double D. She gave a smirk at the thought. That would be a nice nickname, for a change of pace. "Doesn't surprise me that you know of literally everything, Double D." She said, putting the same emphasis on the word "literally" as Daniel had used. She could never get used to the way people called her "Dame", especially a person so much younger than herself. She put the location of the ice cream shop in the back of her mind, she'd just go there. It was simple.
When Katsu finished talking to her, she retrieved her tablet from a small bag hanging from one of her shoulders and gave it a cheerful little wiggle in his direction. "You can contact me through my handy-dandy tablet if a horde of zombie babies come, Mister M." She hoped that something interesting happened at Headquarters, because life around here had been boring lately. Her designs had even lost their usual flair in the last week or two, but she refused to admit that even a fraction of her creativity came from battling monsters.</s>
| <|message|>Aaron Hodges
In the short period of time in which their handshake lasted, Aaron did his best to extract as much data as he could. He had read Katsu's file, since after all he was his leader and potential friend, but files usually stored superficial information like biography, age, gender, et cetera, information which wouldn't be of much help. He needed to know his colleagues deeper, and thankfully with the right mindset, something as customary as shaking hands could tell a lot about the other person. For example, in that case, within the first seconds of the grip, Aaron could already see that Mr. Fukui, in spite of his short height, had a very roughened palm. That was obviously courtesy of his previous adventures, taking into account he was Rank V, and Rank V always translated to 'highly experienced'. He had slain a great deal of monsters before, and the fact that he didn't throw in a quip about Hodge's blue hair signified he was already accommodated to the bizarre and possessed a great level of maturity, which he could imagine was what got him promoted in the first place. Aaron was well aware that there had to be more to him than that, but for the time being, he was satisfied.
The blue haired teenager opened his mouth in an attempt to answer Mr. Fukui's question, but he was interrupted by the emergence of another Knight, female; of african descent, slightly shorter than him and possessing great physical feats. At this point, he figured out she must be Ayashe Kalu. He had thrown a quick glance at her file during his break, but there was no mention of her tendency to tag her peers with nicknames. Either way, she seemed to be the agency's diva. She stole everyone's sights, and consequently, hearts, with her elegant and confident waltz, an indicator that she was the heir to a wealthy and influential family. Her appearance provoked two other Knights which Aaron hadn't met before to reveal themselves - a Russian muscle and a German, manchild version of Stephen Merchant. At this rate, the British Knight realized he had a lot of catching up to do.
Leaving Mr. Fukui's question unanswered for the time being, the boy slightly leaned towards Jasmine, using the confusion to throw in an inaudible buzz. "Psst, Jazz!"
The secretary immediately shifted his sight at the boy, visibly disorientated by the way he referred to her.
"What are the chances that you've gotten hold of my cane?", the boy proceeded with a query, his tone now slightly higher than before. Ms. Gilboa's stutter showed she was still muddled, but managed to land an answer anyway.
"Oh, oh..yeah. It's in your desk. I polished it a little bit, I hope you don't mind."
"I don't", Aaron responded yet again, sneaking a passing smirk at her before speeding towards his desk, away from the crowd.
The way his backpack bounced visibly annoyed him, so as soon as he made his way to the desk, he slammed it down on the seat. Quickly pulling the zipper down, he opened his backpack and pulled a couple of books. Needless to say, his desk was organized to an extent. The right side was infested by different board games; chess, jigsaw, monopoly, brain teasers and books with logic as their main theme. The right side was filled with Conan Doyle novels and the latest season of BBC Sherlock, while the middle space was reserved for stuff which he thought would benefit him in evolving as a Knight. In there, he stacked a couple of books about mythology, ranging from the Mediterranean to Scandinavia and beyond. It was thanks to those books that he finally realized that the creature that attacked him that dreaded night was, in fact, a Griffin as opposed a Fury, which was his initial assumption. It was worth stating that the monsters looked extremely different from how they were portrayed in ancient literature, which justified the boy's mistake.
After neatly stacking his books up, he grabbed his cane and slowly folded it, placing it at a side slot in his backpack.</s> |
<|description|>Aaron Hodges
Age: 17
Rank: I
Nationality: British
Weapon: A cane
Gear: A smart phone, which he uses to store profiles and skip to deductions based on intel gathered in field work, and a small notebook with a pen which he uses to write messages.
Appearance: Standing at 5'9, with a weight of around 130 pounds, Aaron is a rather slim fella. Mistaking his slim build for a physical shortcoming, however, is one many are bound to make. While not guaranteed to emerge as a winner, he is able to hold his own against a man twice his age and body size, without
employing the Light. His most unique traits are his natural blue hair, which somewhat match his piercing blue eyes. In terms of fashion preferences, he's not against hiding his androgynous appearance - quite the contrary actually - he pretty much advertises it, choosing a variety of clothing that some might agree are not fit for a male.
Personality: Aaron adopts most of his personality feats from his favorite fictional character, that is Sherlock Holmes. Not to say he tried to mimic his personality. It just so happened that they had a couple of things in common.
The most 'in your face' feature is probably his habit of just saying things bluntly. While that's not always intentional (considering he still doesn't have a full understanding of human emotions), he may use it deliberately sometimes in order to create a strategic opportunity. Should his behavior prove to be overwhelming to the community, then he will feel obliged to issue an apology.
Other than that, he isn't a bad person after all. He enjoys making new friends, in spite of having difficulties in doing so, and respects anyone who engages in field work, no matter what cause they're following. He is usually very clam, but may be caught having brief panic attacks in the face of danger. He is also very smart and witty, able to skip to conclusions with very little bits of information.
History: Left before the doorstep of an orphanage in Sussex when he was just three months old, Aaron soon became the adopted son of a rich conglomerate. It is unknown why he was abandoned, but there are several hints that point to his mutation - blue hair, to be more precise. His adoptive father had grown so fond of him that, by the time he reached six years old, he decided to spare him from the dangers of the outside and school him at home. He was raised spotless, never once facing danger or trying any other different sensation. However, everything would change in his 14th birthday.
It was that day, that dreadful day, that a strange winged creature broke through the manor where Aaron lived and caused a turmoil, killing his foster father in the process. Unable to comprehend what happened, Aaron, instead of following his instincts and running away, actually tried to reason with the beast. It was that pure action that awakened the light inside him and gave him enough force to fend off the beast. With the manor destroyed and his foster father dead, Aaron saw it fit to run away and enjoy the world, taking his father's cane with himself.
It took two years for his act of valor to finally be noticed, when a then 16 year old Aaron, now travelling the world as a nomad and gathering knowledge on a life he was so oblivious of, was contacted by TERA.
Hobbies: Chess, brain teasers, crosspuzzles - anything involving wit, he is up for it. He doesn't shy away from outdoor activities either, practing his Judo time to time.
Style: Support.
Abilities: He possesses the ability to animate paper, often creating a running paper airplane which he uses to deliver messages in long distances, hence why he keeps a small notebook with himself. Once he uses this ability, he develops a sort of symbiotic relationship with his creation, able to see what IT sees and feel whatever IT feels. While the range of control he has can be expanded to cover an entire nation, natural factors such as wind, rain and other lifeforms such as seagulls can intercept his messages and force him to restart all over again.</s>
<|message|>Raine Fuchs
"Schok-" Raine stops mid word, knitting his brows together for a moment before speaking again. "Chocolate. Please." His voice was a great deal quieter this time he spoke, just barely loud enough to hear. Though it was clear with how he was grinning, from nearly ear to ear, that he would be fine with whatever she brought back for him. And in truth, be it chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, a mix of the three, or anything else, he wouldn't complain about it. In fact, he would still be just as happy with raspberry or pecan... Raine was not a very picky fellow when it came to food, especially sweets that someone else was getting him.
Slowly Raine would duck his head once again, though this time he lifts both of his hands up to carefully start patting his head, probably feeling around for his glasses. Which, it did not take him long to locate the spectacles tangled in his hair on the back left-side of his head. He would then quickly start to attempt to untangle them while finding himself a seat, a corner opposite of the Russian. Not that he had any problems with the fellow, but if he was going to have his arms up like this for a short while, it was better to do it out of range form elbowing anyone in the face or elsewhere while he did. Even as he sat down in the somewhat confining chair, he only managed to mildly untangle the glasses.
After a minute or two though, he finally managed to pull them from the mess of his hair, save a few strands that had decided the glasses were a better place to reside. He wasn't paying much attention to the others around, as usual, much preferring to preoccupy himself with removing the several stands of hair that had gotten tangled on the glasses and ripped out. As most knew, he wasn't much of a talker and didn't really bother with people he didn't know unless they were hurt.</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
Among all of the commotion a sharp tone caught everyone's attention. None could mistake the ringing of Jasmine's phone, which was the main inline for phone calls. As would be expected, their phone was not listed anywhere that anyone could just find it, and randomly calling it was right next to never occurring. Katsu didn't lift his head, he went along his business of sorting through the files on his computer, but he had feeling that his first night back would not be an uneventful one.
Answering the phone Jasmine asked the simple question of "Name and Business," which was official protocol. The voice on the other end was the gravelly voice of a man, who identified himself as Lucius Donnell, Commissioner of the Greyridge Police Department. Although not part of the Agency, he was a designated informant, an individual who has access to information involving the public's activities. Anytime an informant thinks that something is just on the other side or normal, they give TERA a call, and the hunt begins. "Sir Fukui, its Commissioner Donnell, would you like to take the call or should I?"
"Transfer it over please." The secretary did just that and as soon as the light on his phone lit up he grabbed the receiver. "Sir Fukui speaking, state your business."
"Katsu, I didn't think you would be back for another day or two. The trip was enjoyable I hope." Rather then get to the point, Lucius opted for small talk. This was nothing new, as any time he called he did his best to avoid talking about the incident, always hoping that he was dreaming or that things were simpler and more logical than they were.
For Katsu this was a sure fire sign that something was indeed up, and that there would be work tonight. "Commissioner Donnell, as I have told you previously, time is an expendable resource that one can not get back. State the incident."
"I... of course. I have reports of an accident on a bridge, an overturned bus. I want to say that no one got hurt, but all of the passengers are missing, all that is left is the driver."
"You are going to have to be more specific Sir. Tell me about the bus."
"Its on its side. Side door is against the ground, none of the windows are broken, back door is ripped clean off."
"Back door?" Most buses had only one door on the front right side, rarely they would have two, and even rarer are back doors, unless it was a certain kind of bus. "Its an overturned school bus?"
The commissioner didn't answer right away, he fought to get the words past the knot in his stomach. "Yes. Kids and chaperons are gone. Driver said he couldn't have been down for more then a minute. Just get over there, I don't like this one."
"We are moving out. I'll radio you when we arrive." After hanging up the phone Katsu stood up and started to remove his buttoned shirt and pants in order to dawn his robes. Though business dress signified status, it wasn't necessarily battle efficient, his worn and torn robes on the other hand, felt like a second set of skin to him, having been through many bad situations. "Grab you're gear everyone. Dame Kalu, seems like you have your kids in distress. Over turned school bus here in the central district. Ms. Gilboa, seeing as we are short handed, you will have to take care of the travel arrangements, please bring the van around."</s>
<|message|>Aleksandr Yasheyev
Hearing about the incident Alexandr's brain went into autopilot mode. He was already wearing his usual fighting gear, so he retrieved his heavy limbed bow. He fluidly slid the bow into a sheathe which he wore clipped behind his waist. The bow was extremely precious to Alexandr, and he knew every inch of its structure, without it he'd be lost. His hands then rapidly picked and filled a light quiver with a variety of arrows, some where broad headed with bone points, others where thin and metallic, like huge fletched needles.
As he was doing this he thought about the situation and Kalu's almost supernatural prediction. Children were a tricky one, they were terrible hostages and far less predictable than adults due to their limited understanding of most situations, it was an unfortunate coincidence that they were such a common monster target. This train of thought lead Alexandr to run a quick scan of his knowledge of monsters, trying to find a modus operandi match. It could be a Lamashtu, which would be bad news, as they had a tendency to eat children, but lion-donkey headed eagle demons were unusual even for TERA. The torn off back door pointed more towards an ogre to him, although the child loss and water proximity meant that there was a possibility of kelpies or even kappas.
"If we were making bets, than I would put my money on an ogre." Intoned Alexandr through the thick accent, as he strode towards the door. "In which case we're looking at no hostage taking, probably high casualties already, fun, fun, fun."</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
Daniel was slowly standing up throughout the conversation Sir Fukui was having. He touched the bundle on his belt, pulling out the draw string to reveal all his little colored capsules. He swept over them with his eyes, double checking to make sure that each one was in its correct place, before letting go and allowing the whole thing to snap back into his belt.
This was his entire preparation ritual. Unless Daniel was asleep he was prepared, and even then he would have his weapons on hand. Always be prepared to fight, this is what his mentor had drilled into him.
"It is unbecoming of a knight to gamble." He said sharply, pointedly ignoring the rest of what the Russian had suggested. He also makes his way to the door. "Or to make assumptions without knowing all the information. If it was at least daytime we could rule things out, but..."
He trails off, and stops short of the door before turning around. "What sort of school bus runs at this hour?" he says, perplexed, to the room.</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
Anyone that peered at Jasmine would see the color drain from her face. Under normal circumstances she would stay in the office and handle communications and support, she liked it that way. It came with a lot less trouble, a lot less danger, and far beyond fewer sleepless nights. "All the same Sir Fukui, I'd rather stay here. Why don't you drive?"
While tying his sash Katsu gave her a no nonsense glare. "Not possible. I do not have any experience driving and we need a man on the scene to inform the recovery team. Get the keys Ms. Gilboa."
"Please sir..." She wanted to plead, she wanted to say no. If these were just adults, she wouldn't be putting up as much of a fuss. But these were kids, people not old enough to fully defend themselves. This wasn't the job she signed up for, yet she knew that she could make a difference. All Katsu had to say was "Tick Tock," and she grabbed her keys and her coat.
She turned the door handle, ready to go but Daniel's question kicked her brain into gear. "School bus... oh." It was late at night, well past after school care, and sport events. Though she didn't have kids herself, she did have a niece whom she loved dearly who recently complained about not being able to go with the big kids on their overnight trip. "It's a field trip. The fifth graders went on an overnight trip to the next city. There would have been more than one bus sir..."
"He only said one," he quickly interjected. "The others should be fine, otherwise the Commissioner would have mentioned them. One bus Ms. Gilboa." This made her feel the slightest bit better, and gave her the boost she needed to work past the fear. She left and ran around the building to the too small parking lot. The van was nothing special, by any stretch of the imagination. A plain white van with ordinary plates, seating for eight. The office had two such vehicles, Jasmine just jumped into the closest one, started it up and moved it out into the street front of the building.</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Ms. Gilboa?" There was a knock at the driver side window.
It should come at no surprise at this point that Daniel was the first out the door, despite the fact that Ayashe had already been at the door. He looked in at her with kind little eyes. "If we were walking into a abattoir Sir Fukui would have told us, to prepare us. But he didn't, so that means the children are missing. Missing. Not dead. That could mean anything, and it does us no good to assume the worst case scenario."
"They are alive and we will find them." He says proudly. "If I am a liar may the light forsake me forever."</s>
| <|message|>Aaron Hodges
The phone call, which lasted for about half a minute or so, gave Aaron a glimpse of what's to come but he still had to be sure. Judging by Mr. Fukui's monotone voice which left barely distinguishable traces of hurry and distress somewhere along the way, plus considering that he was referring to the person in the other end of the line as 'Commissioner Donnell', whatever was happening it was business related. And business required equipment.
Snatching his bag from the seat and throwing it down his back, but not before pulling his notebook out, the blue haired boy made several confident steps towards the main hall, just in time to catch Mr. Fukui's remark about endangered children which was directed at Ayashe. So that's what it was; an overturned school bus. Licking his index finger, he began flipping the pages of his notebook until he reached to the middle, ripping a page from it then closing the book, slipping it under his left arm. "Do you want me to send recon before you guys intervene?", he uttered in his slight British accent, his sight drifting at everyone in the room then stopping at Katsu, who was prepping himself up to enter the fray. Soon after, Ms. Gilboa scampered out of the room, Daniel following shortly after.</s> |
<|description|>Ayashe "Ashe" Kalu
Age: 19
Rank: III
Nationality: African/Native American
Weapon: Aeon Lance and Force Shield (Her weapon and shield have been made so that she can either wield them separately for optimal defense, or attach the shield to her lance for optimal offense)
- Aeon Lance: a tech invented by her family. A long, bulky lance that allows her to feed imbued bullets into it so that she can fire them for ranged firepower. Holds up to five bullets before needing to be reloaded, and can only be used as a ranged weapon when being wielded in both hands. When enemies are hit with it, it acts as a "glue" or "sludge" to whatever part of the body it hit.
- Force Shield: a tech invented by her family. A nearly transparent, violet colored medium-sized shield that is both light-weight and durable, which can sustain against heavy blows via light canisters. A single light canister can be imbued to last through three blows from a larger creature before needing to be reloaded. When a creature hits the shield physically, they may find themselves stuck to it, as if struggling against a sticky glue substance.
Gear: She usually carries around thirty bullets and five canisters to feed her weaponry at any given time. To supplement her arsenal, she also carries a single light grenade in case of extreme emergencies. When not in battle, she carries around a thin tablet and stylus, drawing tech designs.
Appearance: Ayashe is around 5'8'' (173cm), and weighs in at 145lbs (66kg). She has a toned body from her strict training regimen, and a no-nonsense look on her face most of the time. Her eyes are oddly violet in their coloration, a unique feature of the Kalu family.
Personality: She is hardly the type to flash you a genuine, or even polite, smile, and will seize up each person she believes to be of importance of her before really engaging them in conversation - that isn't to say she's shy, oh no no. Far, FAR from it. She's brutally honest, and says crass things with no regrets. Oh, she DEFINITELY meant to say that rude thing she just said, and no, she probably wont apologize until you prove her wrong. She can take criticisms remarkably well, as long as you can show her the evidence that what you're saying is true.
She's steadfast about upholding the code of the Knights of TERA, so much so that she will not miss a cue. Ashe will defend her teammates to the end, allowing those with more flexible abilities to do what is needed to finish the job. In return, she will almost always have something to remark upon about your last battle, usually sarcastic and critical all in one little not-so-pleasant bundle.
Underneath her prickly exterior is a girl whose true friendship, or even respect, is hard to earn, not because of some jaded past, but because that's just who she is. She prefers to invent than sit idly by and waste her time, but if you can manage to get her interested in something, she may come along for the ride, just out of pure curiosity. She does find joy in small things outside of her scope of usual interest, a walk through the park, playing a game (sport or video games, doesn't matter), and finding interesting places, like a new sushi shop, or a secluded garden.
History: Ayashe, or Ashe as most people call her, was born into the very well off Kalu family, who are one of the biggest suppliers of "Multi-Versatile Tech" to TERA. Their "tech" is specialized weapons, armor, and other components (grenades/canisters/bullets/etc. that can be imbued with Light and only affect creatures of malice). Being well known for their creative and inventive designs and contributions to TERA, Ayashe as their eldest child was pretty much a shoe-in to join the Knights of TERA when she presented the capabilities to control the Light.
She fought the notion for as long as she could, bypassing the usual sign up age of twelve. She wanted to invent new tech with her family, to become a person capable of making a true difference in the grand scheme of things - but her dreams were squashed by her overbearing parents. Ayashe was forced into becoming a Knight when she turned fourteen.
She hated it, and would rebel on purpose just to see how far she could push the issue. During her second year, her actions caused a grievous error while on the field, and the event was quickly hushed and swept under the rug due to her family pulling strings. In return for secrecy, Ayashe was shipped off to Greyridge, away from everything she knew, so that she could start anew.
She was traumatized by what had happened, and eventually resolved to never take her duties lightly again. At the age of sixteen, two years after starting her Knighthood, she finally became a Knight in more than just name. Her superiors noticed a vast difference in her attitude on the field (though her off-field demeanor remained roughly the same, much to their chagrin), and she finally rose through the ranks. Her time of delinquency has put her behind her peers in rank, but she cares as much for status as she cares for people, which is to say very little.
Hobbies: When she isn't honing her body, she's doing something with her hands. She loves to invent, so art has played a big role in her life and she draws, sketches, and paints avidly, usually on her tablet as she walks around. And, unsurprisingly enough, she loves to craft tech, but without the facilities to do so, she makes basic armor, such as chain mail and the like, in her spare time.
Style: Defender
Abilities: She dislikes using her abilities to their full extent, preferring to imbue her family's tech with her power instead of going right into combat. When push comes to shove, Ayashe will drop her tech and go into true Defender mode. Her Light acts as a "glue", and she wraps it around her body as a second skin, protecting her from most harm while increasing her strength to hold off against foes. If she extends it and snaps it back in, she can pull enemies to her, almost like a sticky vortex. She keeps them in place during these times so that her teammates can finish them off.</s>
<|message|>Aleksandr Yasheyev
Aleksandr kept a relatively low profile in the corner of the room. He preferred to listen than to talk in most situations. His face was hidden behind a heavy tome, simply titled 'Advanced Organic Chemistry Unit 5'. There had been a bit of lull recently, a change of pace from normal. He took these lulls in his stride, they gave him time to indulge his other interests, well at least when he wasn't engaged in non hunting work. This was city life, infinite information at his finger tips, it was impossible to get bored.
The boss returned though and with him a lot of noise. It was a tempo change but not unwelcome. He didn't currently have anything to report, the uneventfulness was leading to a feeling of unproductiveness but that didn't mean there wasn't anything to hear. There was one report of disappearances of young women, but he had discovered that that was human activity, not even warlocks at that. It was bad but it wasn't really the Knights' remit and he had already informed the police. The pleasantries of the other knights' were suddenly interrupted by Ayashe in her traditional style. However she passed over him when making her round of insults.
"Ayashe, you're making me feel excluded, what did I do wrong?" Alexandr joked through his thick Russian accent. "Are you sure you don't need someone to walk with you in case you run in a child chomping demon?"</s>
<|message|>Raine Fuchs
"Icecream?" Raine's loud, deep, and hopeful voice rang out as he exited the stairwell. He ducked his head quickly to avoid clocking his face into the door frame, though it didn't stop his glasses from catching and being knocked off of the top of his head. Though thankfully they didn't go far, having gotten tangled in his mass of blueish-black hair that was all bundled up at the nape of his neck with a few uneven strands being held in place with bobby pins. Ignoring his glasses for the moment though, his attention quickly turns towards Ayashe, who happened to be closest to the door.
His face, much despite the dark circles that could be found under his pale green eyes, was rather lively and filled with hope at the prospect of icecream. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and in truth, it was quite possible. A large, red hooded sweater, his favorite pair of jeans that were missing the entire right pant-leg under his knee, the bright neon green socks... Things he often wore when he was relaxing, or napping. But seeing as his hair wasn't trying to stick up in fifty different places and there were no strange drool marks on his chin, the first suggestion was the case.
"...If you are going out, please?" He asked, his voice now much softer than it had been just a few moments ago. It wasn't often he dared ask anything of others, be it because of his usual silence or the fact that he'd rather do it himself. But Raine knew his limits well. And running about while tired was never a wise choice for him, unless he wanted to end up napping on a bench somewhere. Again.</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Oh, there's a lovely place on Dover Street." Daniel says, looking up from his work. "You remember, Sir Fuchs? Near the library? Penguin in the window?" He suddenly turns his attention to the whole room. "Lovely place, family owned for three generations. Literally the greatest ice cream I have ever had. Dame Kalu, if you're going out walking anyway I highly recommend their frozen yogurt as a post work-out treat."</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
When Ayashe walked into the room, she simply stole the show. She didn't crave attention, she didn't want everyone's approval, she just wanted them not to be in her way. Only she asked such with all the grace of a tempest. There is something to be respected of brutal honesty, the resolve to be your own person and march forward, Katsu admired this, but he knew there was room for improvement. "Dame Kalu," he greeted with a slight bow, keeping his eyes locked to her's. "I plan to hold the briefing of my visit to headquarters in the morning. As such the evening is free, you may do as you desire."
Breaking the gaze he pulled out his chair and sat down. "I have noted you're concern for little children and your disdain for tiny monsters, should either of these come into play I will make my attempts to contact you." With that he set off to the what little work he had to for the night. HQ had given him a flash drive with various documents for him to look over and get back to them on. As he connected it to a rather small laptop he produced from his desk he listened to everyone around him and was content.</s>
| <|message|>Ayashe "Ashe" Kalu
Her eyebrows shot up as she glanced into the corner of the room at Aleksandr, and she quickly took in the fact that he had been buried in his books. Ayashe was sure that he had just been a pile of books on her first sweep of the room. She was positive that all he ever did was read, read, read, and wondered how his eyes didn't fall out. "Oh, I'm sorry Romanov, what did you say? Hard to understand you when you're talking behind the pages of your book. How heavy is that thing, really?" She ignored his offer of coming with her altogether, swiveling her head around when the loud and deep voice of Raine came from the stairwell.
She managed to stifle most of her sigh this time. Something about Raine made her want to just get him the damn ice cream. Was it the way he asked? The fact that he was huge, lanky, and positively clumsy, in her opinion? Or was it the fact that he had healed her bruises and scrapes on more than one occasion? Just maybe it was because if he went out to get it, he may not come back until he had had a pleasant time napping in the middle of the street like road kill? She was sure that had occurred, at least one time in the ridiculously tall fellow's life. "Fine, whatever. What flavor, Pipsqueak? 'Cus if you don't tell me, I'm getting you one of those stupid tri-flavor vanilla, strawberry, chocolate things, and it'll probably be gross."
She placed a hand on her hip before turning her attentions to Daniel, or DeeDee as she so appropriately named him. She couldn't help it, when she saw him, she saw him in a pink tutu pressing all the buttons in a figurative laboratory. His very alliterate name also helped. Daniel Dashing. C'mon, it'd be asking her to pass up gold if she didn't call him that. Or even Double D. She gave a smirk at the thought. That would be a nice nickname, for a change of pace. "Doesn't surprise me that you know of literally everything, Double D." She said, putting the same emphasis on the word "literally" as Daniel had used. She could never get used to the way people called her "Dame", especially a person so much younger than herself. She put the location of the ice cream shop in the back of her mind, she'd just go there. It was simple.
When Katsu finished talking to her, she retrieved her tablet from a small bag hanging from one of her shoulders and gave it a cheerful little wiggle in his direction. "You can contact me through my handy-dandy tablet if a horde of zombie babies come, Mister M." She hoped that something interesting happened at Headquarters, because life around here had been boring lately. Her designs had even lost their usual flair in the last week or two, but she refused to admit that even a fraction of her creativity came from battling monsters.</s> |
<|description|>Raine Fuchs
Age: 16
Rank: II
Nationality: German
Weapon: Twin short swords
Gear: A modified messengers bag that hooks over his left shoulder and rests on his right hip. It has specially placed sheaths for both of his weapons. But mainly it is used so he can have access to the various nicknacks he carries, along with a good amount of bandages, gauze, and suturing tools.
Appearance: Roughly standing at 6'7 and weighing roughly 215pounds, Raine is a fairly tall, lanky teenager. His hair is relatively long, going well past his shoulders and half-way down his back, falling in uneven blackish-blue locks. He often keeps it braided though or tied back or has a thick headband on, it is rare for him to leave it unmanaged. His eyes are pale green, which match rather well with his pale skin and lightly freckled cheeks. With his skin seeming to lack much color, despite the amount of sun he gets, it is very easy to see the countless scars that dot his body. Most of them are pale pink and old, though some are just a few shades whiter than his skin itself. Most of them take the shape of claw and bite marks. There are quite a few of them, though they do not often get seen.
As far as clothing goes, Raine is often found to be lacking in any kind of fashion sense. He doesn't like suits in the slightest, it is hard, if not impossible to get him to wear one. He is most often found in what most would call common-wear, consisting of long sleeved T-shirts, hoodies and jackets, baggy shorts, and anything else he finds comfortable. And quite often these objects of clothing do not match, either.
Personality: Quiet with a rather rich inner-world, Raine doesn't often initiate a conversation or speak up unless it is absolutely necessary. He mostly expresses himself through his facial features and body language, which is very expressive most of the time if people look, its easy to catch him smirking or dragging his feet in irritation. He is truly a very friendly and accepting fellow of everyone, always enjoying watching those around him with great interest. It is hard, if not nearly impossible to actually anger or irritate him. He is more likely to burst into tears rather than he is to start yelling, though.
History: Around the time Raine five, he was found by a Knight in an abandoned home while on a hunt for a Warlock. It was by a spur of bad luck that the monster had used young Raine to lure the Knight in for the kill. Or well, that was what its plan had been. But instead the Knight turned the tables on the monstrosity and managed to destroy it, at the cost of nearly loosing an arm. It was at that time in Raine's child-filled panic that caused his light to show itself, managing to not only mend the woman's arm, but also tending to his own gashes and cuts that the creature had caused when coercing him to be bait. Since it was unknown if he had family or where he was from, Raine was adopted by the Knight that had rescued him, which resulted in the start of his training. He was brought along on many trips and the learning of his abilities and more about the monsters that had left him with so many scars.
By the time he was 12, he entered his Knighthood and was assigned to Greyridge.
Hobbies: Much despite his quietness, Raine actually really enjoys reading out-loud to people. He likes to read in general and actually finds a lot of fun in various sports.
Style: Support
Abilities: Able to mend wounds by focusing light into his hands or an object. Often he imbues bandages and other things with light to gradually mend minor wounds and sometimes greater (non-lifethreatening) wounds. The bandages can also alleviate pain and prevent/dissolve infection. But for things like broken bones or the alike he is required to touch them, otherwise it could take days or longer to heal them. The amount of healing he is able to do is highly dependent on how much energy he has. The less energy he has, the less effective his healing is. His healing can be fairly self-exhausting, depending on how long it takes him to heal the various wounds. It isn't entirely uncommon for him to be napping frequently in odd places.</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
Looking from Daniel to Jasmine, Katsu tilted his head to the side, "'No incidents to report,' huh?" The lady scratched the back of her head, knowing full well she should have mentioned Stacie's condition, but everyone was handling the extra work well. She was likely to be back in a few days anyway, TERA had a great health plan, as well as other methods of take care of their employee's well being. "Well," she responded, "I figured I'd tell you when it came up. It wasn't anything bad, she just landed wrong. Very wrong." Luckily before the conversation could go any farther she was saved by the buzzer, which she quickly tended to.
"Either way, send her flowers on my behalf. She likes tulips if I'm not mistaken." A secretary was as much a part of the team as any Knight, and Katsu cared for them all equally as friends and valued allies. Turning his attention back to Daniel. "At ease Sir Dashing. Inform the school I will be happy to be there if they have no objections, and inform Lord Todita that I will be free for dinner tomorrow night." Attending school functions was important to Katsu, since where else would he get a chance to scout new members of TERA. It's not easy for people to come to terms with a special ability, so the faster someone finds it, the easier their life will be, whether or not they decide to join the Agency. Lord Todita was another matter. The man had been a longtime family friend, working closely with Katsu's father. Their meetings often mixed business with friendship, and one way or another, he could not disappoint him.
Ms. Gilboa buzzed in Aaron their newest recruit. An interesting man to say the least, but there was something more to him that Katsu just couldn't put his finger on. His blue hair was an oddity but if you travel the world long enough you will find more than a few oddities. "Sir Hodges," he greeted, accepting the man's handshake. "I've been told there was no action in my absence, I hope that's not disappointing, you will get a chance soon enough to show us all what you have. How have you been fairing in my absence? The same goes for you too Sir Dashing, you made no mention of how you are doing this evening."</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Very well Sir, thank you for asking." Daniel replies. "Just enjoying the quiet night, trying to keep busy."
He rather enjoyed a quiet night like this every once in a while. A quiet night was a sign that they were doing a good job, and it allowed him to attend to the seemingly endless pile of unofficial duties he managed to find for himself. At present that was filling in for Stacie, whose desk he sat back down at when given leave to. He eagerly picked up the phone and dialed the number Lord Tobita had given him. He got a machine, but left a message that Sir Fukui was eager to meet with him tomorrow night. He would call Principle Constance tomorrow morning. For now, he got right back to reading and filing strange incident reports to see whether any of them warranted serious investigation.
There was so much work the secretary had to do, but he figured that if he pulled an all-nigther Stacie would come back to a totally empty in-box. Wouldn't that be a nice surprise.</s>
<|message|>Ayashe "Ashe" Kalu
Sweat rolled down her back under her tight-fitting tank top as she slowly lowered herself down into another diamond push up, and then pushed back up with just as much control. The muscles under her dark colored skin bulged from the exertion of her work out, but she kept a flat look on her face, almost as if she was just going through the motions, her mind seemingly elsewhere. Which, indeed, it was. She hadn't been out lately on a job, not that she deeply cared to go defending the citizens of Greyridge from the big bad beasties they summon up. It was more of a feeling that it seemed... quiet. Too quiet. Her family's tech wouldn't be effective if there wasn't anything to kill with it.
Ayashe pushed herself up again, this time from a one armed push up, and then stood to her full height and began to towel herself off. She wasn't incredibly tall, but she was well built, and probably spent more time in this gym in the last month than she had actually fighting the denizens of despair in her entire Knighthood. Her unruly hair was tamed into a thick braid that hung in between her shoulder blades, and her body shone with a layer of perspiration that was impossible to towel off completely.
She gave the opposite wall a scowl as her thoughts swirled. "I need to go for a walk..." She muttered under her breath, so low that if anybody else were in the gym, they wouldn't have heard her. Throwing her towel over her shoulders, she set up and out of the gym, taking a quick moment to grab a water from the kitchen, before continuing the rest of the way up the stairs. When her head poked out, she was greeted by too many people for her liking, including her superior, Katsu Fukui. It took a monumental effort for her to not groan audibly, she was hoping to just slink out without any formalities.
"Oh look what a haul the cat dragged in. Hello fellows, how wonderful it is that you're keeping up the good fight – no really, amazing work there, DeeDee." Her voice came out as sardonic as she could afford to make it as she gave Daniel two thumbs up. Her gaze went around the room to take in the rest of the people there as she casually held on to the ends of her towel still draped over her shoulders. "Mister Monk Man," She said with a semi-respectful nod to Katsu. "Blueberry Boy," She gave Aaron an exaggerated salute, obviously meant to be mocking.
While taking, she managed to slink to the door leading outside. "Unless a gremlin is munching on the brains of toddlers, I'm going for a walk. That cool with you?" She looked to Katsu for affirmation as her hand gripped the door handle, which seemed like she wanted to claw at to get out, all the while managing one of her famous deadpan stares.</s>
<|message|>Aleksandr Yasheyev
Aleksandr kept a relatively low profile in the corner of the room. He preferred to listen than to talk in most situations. His face was hidden behind a heavy tome, simply titled 'Advanced Organic Chemistry Unit 5'. There had been a bit of lull recently, a change of pace from normal. He took these lulls in his stride, they gave him time to indulge his other interests, well at least when he wasn't engaged in non hunting work. This was city life, infinite information at his finger tips, it was impossible to get bored.
The boss returned though and with him a lot of noise. It was a tempo change but not unwelcome. He didn't currently have anything to report, the uneventfulness was leading to a feeling of unproductiveness but that didn't mean there wasn't anything to hear. There was one report of disappearances of young women, but he had discovered that that was human activity, not even warlocks at that. It was bad but it wasn't really the Knights' remit and he had already informed the police. The pleasantries of the other knights' were suddenly interrupted by Ayashe in her traditional style. However she passed over him when making her round of insults.
"Ayashe, you're making me feel excluded, what did I do wrong?" Alexandr joked through his thick Russian accent. "Are you sure you don't need someone to walk with you in case you run in a child chomping demon?"</s>
| <|message|>Raine Fuchs
"Icecream?" Raine's loud, deep, and hopeful voice rang out as he exited the stairwell. He ducked his head quickly to avoid clocking his face into the door frame, though it didn't stop his glasses from catching and being knocked off of the top of his head. Though thankfully they didn't go far, having gotten tangled in his mass of blueish-black hair that was all bundled up at the nape of his neck with a few uneven strands being held in place with bobby pins. Ignoring his glasses for the moment though, his attention quickly turns towards Ayashe, who happened to be closest to the door.
His face, much despite the dark circles that could be found under his pale green eyes, was rather lively and filled with hope at the prospect of icecream. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, and in truth, it was quite possible. A large, red hooded sweater, his favorite pair of jeans that were missing the entire right pant-leg under his knee, the bright neon green socks... Things he often wore when he was relaxing, or napping. But seeing as his hair wasn't trying to stick up in fifty different places and there were no strange drool marks on his chin, the first suggestion was the case.
"...If you are going out, please?" He asked, his voice now much softer than it had been just a few moments ago. It wasn't often he dared ask anything of others, be it because of his usual silence or the fact that he'd rather do it himself. But Raine knew his limits well. And running about while tired was never a wise choice for him, unless he wanted to end up napping on a bench somewhere. Again.</s> |
<|description|>Raine Fuchs
Age: 16
Rank: II
Nationality: German
Weapon: Twin short swords
Gear: A modified messengers bag that hooks over his left shoulder and rests on his right hip. It has specially placed sheaths for both of his weapons. But mainly it is used so he can have access to the various nicknacks he carries, along with a good amount of bandages, gauze, and suturing tools.
Appearance: Roughly standing at 6'7 and weighing roughly 215pounds, Raine is a fairly tall, lanky teenager. His hair is relatively long, going well past his shoulders and half-way down his back, falling in uneven blackish-blue locks. He often keeps it braided though or tied back or has a thick headband on, it is rare for him to leave it unmanaged. His eyes are pale green, which match rather well with his pale skin and lightly freckled cheeks. With his skin seeming to lack much color, despite the amount of sun he gets, it is very easy to see the countless scars that dot his body. Most of them are pale pink and old, though some are just a few shades whiter than his skin itself. Most of them take the shape of claw and bite marks. There are quite a few of them, though they do not often get seen.
As far as clothing goes, Raine is often found to be lacking in any kind of fashion sense. He doesn't like suits in the slightest, it is hard, if not impossible to get him to wear one. He is most often found in what most would call common-wear, consisting of long sleeved T-shirts, hoodies and jackets, baggy shorts, and anything else he finds comfortable. And quite often these objects of clothing do not match, either.
Personality: Quiet with a rather rich inner-world, Raine doesn't often initiate a conversation or speak up unless it is absolutely necessary. He mostly expresses himself through his facial features and body language, which is very expressive most of the time if people look, its easy to catch him smirking or dragging his feet in irritation. He is truly a very friendly and accepting fellow of everyone, always enjoying watching those around him with great interest. It is hard, if not nearly impossible to actually anger or irritate him. He is more likely to burst into tears rather than he is to start yelling, though.
History: Around the time Raine five, he was found by a Knight in an abandoned home while on a hunt for a Warlock. It was by a spur of bad luck that the monster had used young Raine to lure the Knight in for the kill. Or well, that was what its plan had been. But instead the Knight turned the tables on the monstrosity and managed to destroy it, at the cost of nearly loosing an arm. It was at that time in Raine's child-filled panic that caused his light to show itself, managing to not only mend the woman's arm, but also tending to his own gashes and cuts that the creature had caused when coercing him to be bait. Since it was unknown if he had family or where he was from, Raine was adopted by the Knight that had rescued him, which resulted in the start of his training. He was brought along on many trips and the learning of his abilities and more about the monsters that had left him with so many scars.
By the time he was 12, he entered his Knighthood and was assigned to Greyridge.
Hobbies: Much despite his quietness, Raine actually really enjoys reading out-loud to people. He likes to read in general and actually finds a lot of fun in various sports.
Style: Support
Abilities: Able to mend wounds by focusing light into his hands or an object. Often he imbues bandages and other things with light to gradually mend minor wounds and sometimes greater (non-lifethreatening) wounds. The bandages can also alleviate pain and prevent/dissolve infection. But for things like broken bones or the alike he is required to touch them, otherwise it could take days or longer to heal them. The amount of healing he is able to do is highly dependent on how much energy he has. The less energy he has, the less effective his healing is. His healing can be fairly self-exhausting, depending on how long it takes him to heal the various wounds. It isn't entirely uncommon for him to be napping frequently in odd places.</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Oh, there's a lovely place on Dover Street." Daniel says, looking up from his work. "You remember, Sir Fuchs? Near the library? Penguin in the window?" He suddenly turns his attention to the whole room. "Lovely place, family owned for three generations. Literally the greatest ice cream I have ever had. Dame Kalu, if you're going out walking anyway I highly recommend their frozen yogurt as a post work-out treat."</s>
<|message|>Katsu Fukui
When Ayashe walked into the room, she simply stole the show. She didn't crave attention, she didn't want everyone's approval, she just wanted them not to be in her way. Only she asked such with all the grace of a tempest. There is something to be respected of brutal honesty, the resolve to be your own person and march forward, Katsu admired this, but he knew there was room for improvement. "Dame Kalu," he greeted with a slight bow, keeping his eyes locked to her's. "I plan to hold the briefing of my visit to headquarters in the morning. As such the evening is free, you may do as you desire."
Breaking the gaze he pulled out his chair and sat down. "I have noted you're concern for little children and your disdain for tiny monsters, should either of these come into play I will make my attempts to contact you." With that he set off to the what little work he had to for the night. HQ had given him a flash drive with various documents for him to look over and get back to them on. As he connected it to a rather small laptop he produced from his desk he listened to everyone around him and was content.</s>
<|message|>Ayashe "Ashe" Kalu
Her eyebrows shot up as she glanced into the corner of the room at Aleksandr, and she quickly took in the fact that he had been buried in his books. Ayashe was sure that he had just been a pile of books on her first sweep of the room. She was positive that all he ever did was read, read, read, and wondered how his eyes didn't fall out. "Oh, I'm sorry Romanov, what did you say? Hard to understand you when you're talking behind the pages of your book. How heavy is that thing, really?" She ignored his offer of coming with her altogether, swiveling her head around when the loud and deep voice of Raine came from the stairwell.
She managed to stifle most of her sigh this time. Something about Raine made her want to just get him the damn ice cream. Was it the way he asked? The fact that he was huge, lanky, and positively clumsy, in her opinion? Or was it the fact that he had healed her bruises and scrapes on more than one occasion? Just maybe it was because if he went out to get it, he may not come back until he had had a pleasant time napping in the middle of the street like road kill? She was sure that had occurred, at least one time in the ridiculously tall fellow's life. "Fine, whatever. What flavor, Pipsqueak? 'Cus if you don't tell me, I'm getting you one of those stupid tri-flavor vanilla, strawberry, chocolate things, and it'll probably be gross."
She placed a hand on her hip before turning her attentions to Daniel, or DeeDee as she so appropriately named him. She couldn't help it, when she saw him, she saw him in a pink tutu pressing all the buttons in a figurative laboratory. His very alliterate name also helped. Daniel Dashing. C'mon, it'd be asking her to pass up gold if she didn't call him that. Or even Double D. She gave a smirk at the thought. That would be a nice nickname, for a change of pace. "Doesn't surprise me that you know of literally everything, Double D." She said, putting the same emphasis on the word "literally" as Daniel had used. She could never get used to the way people called her "Dame", especially a person so much younger than herself. She put the location of the ice cream shop in the back of her mind, she'd just go there. It was simple.
When Katsu finished talking to her, she retrieved her tablet from a small bag hanging from one of her shoulders and gave it a cheerful little wiggle in his direction. "You can contact me through my handy-dandy tablet if a horde of zombie babies come, Mister M." She hoped that something interesting happened at Headquarters, because life around here had been boring lately. Her designs had even lost their usual flair in the last week or two, but she refused to admit that even a fraction of her creativity came from battling monsters.</s>
<|message|>Aaron Hodges
In the short period of time in which their handshake lasted, Aaron did his best to extract as much data as he could. He had read Katsu's file, since after all he was his leader and potential friend, but files usually stored superficial information like biography, age, gender, et cetera, information which wouldn't be of much help. He needed to know his colleagues deeper, and thankfully with the right mindset, something as customary as shaking hands could tell a lot about the other person. For example, in that case, within the first seconds of the grip, Aaron could already see that Mr. Fukui, in spite of his short height, had a very roughened palm. That was obviously courtesy of his previous adventures, taking into account he was Rank V, and Rank V always translated to 'highly experienced'. He had slain a great deal of monsters before, and the fact that he didn't throw in a quip about Hodge's blue hair signified he was already accommodated to the bizarre and possessed a great level of maturity, which he could imagine was what got him promoted in the first place. Aaron was well aware that there had to be more to him than that, but for the time being, he was satisfied.
The blue haired teenager opened his mouth in an attempt to answer Mr. Fukui's question, but he was interrupted by the emergence of another Knight, female; of african descent, slightly shorter than him and possessing great physical feats. At this point, he figured out she must be Ayashe Kalu. He had thrown a quick glance at her file during his break, but there was no mention of her tendency to tag her peers with nicknames. Either way, she seemed to be the agency's diva. She stole everyone's sights, and consequently, hearts, with her elegant and confident waltz, an indicator that she was the heir to a wealthy and influential family. Her appearance provoked two other Knights which Aaron hadn't met before to reveal themselves - a Russian muscle and a German, manchild version of Stephen Merchant. At this rate, the British Knight realized he had a lot of catching up to do.
Leaving Mr. Fukui's question unanswered for the time being, the boy slightly leaned towards Jasmine, using the confusion to throw in an inaudible buzz. "Psst, Jazz!"
The secretary immediately shifted his sight at the boy, visibly disorientated by the way he referred to her.
"What are the chances that you've gotten hold of my cane?", the boy proceeded with a query, his tone now slightly higher than before. Ms. Gilboa's stutter showed she was still muddled, but managed to land an answer anyway.
"Oh, oh..yeah. It's in your desk. I polished it a little bit, I hope you don't mind."
"I don't", Aaron responded yet again, sneaking a passing smirk at her before speeding towards his desk, away from the crowd.
The way his backpack bounced visibly annoyed him, so as soon as he made his way to the desk, he slammed it down on the seat. Quickly pulling the zipper down, he opened his backpack and pulled a couple of books. Needless to say, his desk was organized to an extent. The right side was infested by different board games; chess, jigsaw, monopoly, brain teasers and books with logic as their main theme. The right side was filled with Conan Doyle novels and the latest season of BBC Sherlock, while the middle space was reserved for stuff which he thought would benefit him in evolving as a Knight. In there, he stacked a couple of books about mythology, ranging from the Mediterranean to Scandinavia and beyond. It was thanks to those books that he finally realized that the creature that attacked him that dreaded night was, in fact, a Griffin as opposed a Fury, which was his initial assumption. It was worth stating that the monsters looked extremely different from how they were portrayed in ancient literature, which justified the boy's mistake.
After neatly stacking his books up, he grabbed his cane and slowly folded it, placing it at a side slot in his backpack.</s>
<|message|>Daniel Dashing
"Oh, by the way." Daniel speaks up, and after a few quick keystrokes the tablet in her bag beeps. "So long as you're going that way, there's apparently been some sort of spooky poster showing up around the area. Shop owners keep tearing them down, they keep going up without anyone seeing how or why. Most likely just viral marketing for some Japaneses style horror movie, but there isn't any harm in checking. I've sent the report to your tablet."</s>
| <|message|>Raine Fuchs
"Schok-" Raine stops mid word, knitting his brows together for a moment before speaking again. "Chocolate. Please." His voice was a great deal quieter this time he spoke, just barely loud enough to hear. Though it was clear with how he was grinning, from nearly ear to ear, that he would be fine with whatever she brought back for him. And in truth, be it chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, a mix of the three, or anything else, he wouldn't complain about it. In fact, he would still be just as happy with raspberry or pecan... Raine was not a very picky fellow when it came to food, especially sweets that someone else was getting him.
Slowly Raine would duck his head once again, though this time he lifts both of his hands up to carefully start patting his head, probably feeling around for his glasses. Which, it did not take him long to locate the spectacles tangled in his hair on the back left-side of his head. He would then quickly start to attempt to untangle them while finding himself a seat, a corner opposite of the Russian. Not that he had any problems with the fellow, but if he was going to have his arms up like this for a short while, it was better to do it out of range form elbowing anyone in the face or elsewhere while he did. Even as he sat down in the somewhat confining chair, he only managed to mildly untangle the glasses.
After a minute or two though, he finally managed to pull them from the mess of his hair, save a few strands that had decided the glasses were a better place to reside. He wasn't paying much attention to the others around, as usual, much preferring to preoccupy himself with removing the several stands of hair that had gotten tangled on the glasses and ripped out. As most knew, he wasn't much of a talker and didn't really bother with people he didn't know unless they were hurt.</s> |
<|description|>(Flight Lieutenant) Ellie Fletcher Tavistock
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Nationality: British
Appearance: Ellie has a distinct red hair, being a bright red- this being her natural shade, rather than an artificial one. She stands at about 5"7, with a fairly feminine build, though her features are fairly on the small side. She keeps her hair fairly short, to the top of her neck, and has a pair of blue eyes, being quite distinctly sharp for a woman of her type. Her EVA suit has a distinct British flag, on the left shoulder where many of the other operators would also have their distinct patch, with a small marking of her mission on Prospect Horizon.
Job: Astronaut (Head of EVA)
Brief Background: Ellie was born in Dover, England, to a fairly middle class family- being brought up in a stable household, and doing very well in school. Her passion was engineering- she was one of the few girls who genuinely adored studying the subject, and she did exceptionally well at it. But there was one thing she did even better- and that was her dedication to the. She attended the University of British Columbia, in Canada, taking an Aeronautical Engineering degree before returning to the UK to join the Fleet Air Arm as a helicopter pilot. She found herself very capable flying Merlin helicopters off the aircraft carrier deck of the HMS Queen Elizabeth, and whilst she didn't do any combat sorties, she was asked if she wanted to become an Astronaut, as a part of the UK's dedication to the European Space Agency's mission in collaboration with various other countries. This was two years before the launch of the Prospect Horizon- and she took the offer gladly, taking this route into becoming an astronaut, obtaining a Masters degree part-time whilst studying towards this. It was during this period she got married to her boyfriend, Ben- though this was a romance that was short lived, because she was a part of the second deployment to the Prospect Horizon.
Adjusting to Extra Vehicular Activity, and helping set up the Prospect Horizon's initial habitation modules was tricky, but something she did exceptionally well. Private companies were mainly responsible for the materials sent up- with the co-ordination of international space programs bringing it together as a symbol of unity, under a scientific banner. Ellie remembered the ISS of days past, and this was something new- a far bigger chance to launch humanity forwards. She proved her worth well enough to be deployed again on the sixth deployment of people to the station, back when it was only at 100 people- and again on the 16th Deployment, about four months ago. She's at home aboard the station, and feels comfortable- while it's still in Zero-G, it's something she acclimatizes to well, and she's a career Astronaut now. One day, she hopes to become the station commander, instead of her current role as an Acting Head of EVA- an important, but role that she feels she wants to go beyond. She is very skilled outside the the station in dealing with matters that would otherwise require an expert's hand, and while knowing that there are others that are older and perhaps wiser, she's still got a lot of potential, and has been frequently enough in the last few years to have a very concentrated experience.
Ellie is seen as a petite woman compared to her peers, and often is questioned for her role as the Head of a department, running such a critical role outside the station, at her age and size, being perhaps a little smaller than most men and even women. Going out on a spacewalk with her, however, and you understand why. She's learned rapidly, and is very well experienced, though of course, the events of the 5th of September will prove still far more than she can handle. Ellie is more than technical enough, and treats any walk out into the abyss like it was a walk in the park, even if her fellow Astronauts are panicking. This is something a little different.
Special Equipment:
-Suit-Mounted Thruster Pack (Enhances movement)
-Oxy-Acetone Cutter Torch (Can be useful for cutting apart entrapments, or faulty locks. Will only be useful on thinner metals, not seals or thick bulkheads.)
-Interactive Tablet (A electronic interfacing kit, can be used in conjunction with a voltmeter and various other pieces of kit to perform system and component diagnostics- with many components of the Prospect Horizon, even it's metals, having a digital footprint.)</s>
<|message|>(Cdn. Airforce Major) Neil Patrick Stienhauer
Neil snagged a handhold as he got closer to the station then pulled himself hand over hand towards Ellie. And almost started swearing when he saw her go rocketing off. He swore and nearly took off after her. But by the time he had pushed himself off Ellie and remarkably Viktor were on their way back. He boosted back to the station or well the remains of the station and crawled hand over hand to where they had landed. As soon as he reached them he sighed a sigh of relief, "Well...this walk has gone well hasn't it?" He clamped himself to one of the handholds with a karabiner, and when he heard that she was bleeding O2 he winced, "Well we need to get inside then." He followed along in the rear of the group as they crawled towards the junction door. And helped as once it was cut open, pulling on it to open it.
Once inside he planted himself against a wall for a short time. Looking around and trying to get some processing done. The walk had started, the maintenance began, the explosion, needing to get back into the station. Their objective is to find supplies and get to the Makoto. all of it is happening so fast.
As he leaned there he nodded. Safety would mean an escape pod, and dropping to the surface, soon at that. Getting rescued and perhaps just perhaps getting a rescue ship up to those that stayed behind, because let's face it, there are going to be people left behind. Those pods only carried two people. Maybe three if you're daring and can slip into it safely.
Quietly, silently, he made a pact with himself, he was the least likely to have need to go back immediately...he'd stay behind. Of course that all depended on if they survived long enough to get to a pod and if the SpaceX ship out there is okay.
He gave a push off the wall and began to search the pods he could reach, jimmying open an access hatch and crawling into one of the neighboring pods. Supplies, supplies. Air Canisters, fuel. Those were top of the list, food wouldn't do them squat with the time they had.</s>
<|message|>Makoto Ito
Makoto listened for an answer, but didn't here one, only radio chatter between them. They must have heard him, though, as they were referring to him by name in their transmissions. "I'm running a bit low on spare oxygen over here, due to several hull breaches I had to seal." he said over the radio. "I've got maybe a few hours worth if all of us are breathing it. And because the atmosphere processors and algae growers weren't installed, I can only sequester CO2, not turn it back into oxygen. If you could find some processors that would be good. Algae would take to long to grow, so it's a long term thing only. I also don't have a way to generate power to replenish my fuel reserves. Extra fuel, including inert gas, would be nice, but if you can find any solar panels or RTGs, that would be even better."
Once the transmission was done, he looked over a list of cargo and equipment he had on board. Hopefully he could find something to solve his problems. No escape pods, and the surface lander hadn't come up from the surface yet. He hadn't drifted far from the station, though, so they shouldn't have any trouble coming over. "One last thing." he said, opening the channel once more. "the air lock seal was damaged. You'll have to use the medical or science bay as a makeshift airlock to come aboard."</s>
| <|message|>(Flight Lieutenant) Ellie Fletcher Tavistock
It was as loud as a bang could get, as the next one rumbled throughout the station. Ellie moved up, going through where she had been just an hour ago, drifting quietly and calmly. She moved up, looking behind to Neil, before the noise of that bang then echoed even louder, from the bar that she held onto. It felt like then, it occured. Engineering split into two, and Ellie could barely wrap her hand around a bar, grabbing Neil with her left, as she threw him upwards, as the whole structure below almost completely caved in. The door had perhaps been the last strongpoint- now, it had fallen apart. And it was the sudden horror of realizing where Viktor and Jeremiah were. Ellie was speechless. They were down there, in the furthest end of the station, just to the left of their airlock. The force had been explosive, and even with King's thruster pack, they'd die. She exhaled hard, aware that they were now outside, as Ellie looked to King, thrusting upwards into the Engineering area, or at least, what was left of it. She threw herself past a small door, and felt Neil go past, sealing it semi-shut to at least keep whatever integrity was left. The whole structure felt like it was falling apart, and Ellie knew they had lost any hope of finding the bulk of material in Engineering that was left. She drifted past a pair of claw arms, for repairs, and quickly stabilized herself out, moving slow, breathing slowly as she was almost totally speechless. She couldn't say anything, she knew that Dylatov and King, were as good as dead now. She had a dying oxygen supply. Soon, Stienhauser and Makoto would be alone. And Ellie felt sick from it, the knot in her stomach tightened.
"Fuck..." She said, looking to Neil, grabbing his hand, aware he was close, feeling cold and warm inside as she clambered past a smashed arm.
"They're going to die...that was a decompression of whatever was left, it's going to be thrown out of orbit. No thruster can save you from that." She said, moving slowly, as she reached up, moving to a cabinet, opening it up to it's empty sight. She then moved through, almost exited in a way, as she moved through the next module, quickly taking off a cover marked "Emergency". Then she was shocked to see what she saw. Where the escape pod was, there was an enormous crack, almost the size of a hand's width, by the side of the escape pod, the black ball shattered.
"No way...bollocks!" She yelled, looking at it, almost feeling like she could kick it, but it wouldn't achieve little. She exhaled, knowing she had to hold herself together.
"We need to get out of Engineering...that was a two man pod, we need to get to where Makoto is. I'm thinking if we salvage what supply he has, and we try and get into Medical, that seems fairly intact. But we'll need to cross Habitation. It's going to be risky." She said, looking back to him, breathing a little harder from her anger towards it, sweat pouring down her right now. This was death, this was going to be the way she died, and no matter how drilled she was, that was going to remain a fact.
"Makoto, this is Tavistock...we've lost two of our men, Engineering is falling to pieces. We're going to try going through Habitation toward Medical, the last thing I can think of is that Logistics has something left in terms of escape pods, but there's no way in hell that we're going to survive long if we go direct." She said, looking down to Neil, as they approached a completely blown out section, held by barely a few metal linkages.
"Okay...Neil, I need you to spool out your rope to me, and try and cross. We cross this and the linkages break, I don't want to waste fuel on boosting away, so only one of us should need to. I'm at about half levels right now." She said, aware that the vertigo was scary- they were facing towards the darkness of the stars, Engineering pointing away from the Earth. It was strange, but somehow, Ellie knew that that things were not normal now. Things didn't have their momentum stopped, they kept going, and in this case, it was just knowing that they needed security.</s> |
<|description|>Makoto Ito
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Nationality: Japanese
Appearance: Blue suit, with the Virgin Galactic symbol on the front and "Ito, Makoto" on the helmet.
Job: Installing long range communications equipment on the Mars Ship.
Brief Background: He was a bit of a geek in his youth, spending more time studying than even his parents required. He went to one of the best prep schools in Japan, and graduated second in his class. He went to college in Tokyo to get a degree in electrical engineering. After graduating from college, he got a job as an engineer with Virgin Galactic (it was bought by Google in 2023), hoping to go to Mars as a colonist. Instead, he was assigned the job of building the ship the colonists would use.
He came to the station a few weeks ago, along with a load of technical parts and supplies.
Special Equipment: Standard tool kit, hull patches.</s>
<|message|>Professor Jeremiah King
Jeremiah finished preparing his EVA, and then put it on. He let himself float as the oxygen filled up. His excitement had become more nervous. What is something went wrong? Had he missed anything in the preparations? He took a deep breath. Of course nothing would go wrong. He was in the capable hands of Ellie, and there was nobody he trusted more for the job.
They airlock decompressed. He was ready. He was going to space walk.
As Ellie began to move out, Jeremiah followed. He heard all her instructions over the com system, and obeyed as needed. He suddenly realized... he was in the void. Outside of the EVA there was only emptiness. It was incredible for a human being, a historically earth-bound creature, to be able to to do this. He looked over the Prospect Horizon. He'd never seen it from the outside. It was better than he imagined...
And suddenly it was gone.
Jeremiah saw as the Greenhouse began to explode. In the split seconds he had, he wondered what was going on, how this could have happened, what he could do, what the guidebook would tell him to do, the implications of the destruction of the Prospect Horizon. But his body froze up. He couldn't bring himself to grasp the intensity of what was going on. As he got flung back from the source of the explosion, he shut down, closing his eyes...
It took King about 2 minutes to regain control of his body. He looked around at the space-debris, the ruins of the station. He couldn't tell where he was, but he was between two large pieces of rubble. Next to him, a dead body floated. Jeremiah wanted the throw up, but instead he had to survive.
His scientific mind immediately began to question what had happened. How could the explosion began? It must have been fueled by the Hydrogen. It was stupid to use such a reactive element as a source of power, but that couldn't be changed now. The Prospect Horizon became the new Hindenburg.
"Does anyone receive me?" Jeremiah heard over the coms. It was Ellie's voice. At least one of the team apart from him had survived. Jeremiah suddenly began to think of his own chances of surviving. If Ellie is alive, then he has a chance. He'd be helpless on his own.
"I hear you, Ellie," King whispered, still unmoving. "Where are you?"
Jeremiah began using his thruster pack to move away from the rubble he was between. He finally got a look at what was left of the Prospect Horizon. It was completely devastated. It was all gone.</s>
<|message|>(Cdn. Airforce Major) Neil Patrick Stienhauer
Neil started to put his suit on, listening to Ellie as she went through her pre-walk briefing. He nodded and smiled, he'd been out on a few walks in his time. He knew what he's doing. He would keep an eye on everyone as best he could. There as the safety tech after all. And back up on the actual maintenance they had to do. He held his helmet it under his arm, "Quick safety announcement, Ellie has last word. She's the boss. But I am the last word on safety. You do something stupid, and I can tell you to buzz off back to the airlock and back inside. I've never lost someone on a space walk. Never had any on drift off and have to go and get them from free float. I'm within 2 years of retirement. Don't break my record now."
Sometime later the airlock began to cycle. Everyone suited up, ready to go out, oxygen running, glare shields set. The thruster packs for this walk distributed. Neil Stienhauer has purposefully placed himself at the rear of the column atleast for now until they reach their objective at which point he'd come up to help. But atleast back here he'd be able to watch everyone traverse the distance there. As the airlock opened and they slipped out into the void he called out to every as a reminder, "There are handholds on the station. Use those first before going free float. Push and pull yourself along, it's way safer then kicking off something and floating. You have no idea where you're going to go if you mis-time a push."
Then a flash, there is no sound in space. But there is pressure, radiation and light. And it was the light that hit him first.
A few minutes later Neil Patrick Stienhauer opened his eyes. He'd been knocked out? What the hell knocked you out in space? He's drifting spinning slowly on his back, he could only see the dark void out beyond. He coughed a little. And looked up, that wasn't right. He had been clipped to a handrail moments before. Which had been attached to a shaded section of the station. But now all that's there is the handrail.
He turned and got his first look of the remains of the station. He'd been drifting it seems after whatever tore it apart. He floated there for awhile just looking. little blooms of sparks and flame from this or that destroyed section could be seen. It's tragic. And he figured for that first little bit that he's alone. He'd been thrown clear, was everyone else as lucky? Was he the last person left alive? Then he heard it, "Does anyone receive me?" "I hear you Ellie." Two separate voices. He heaved a glad sigh then keyed into that com line, "Ellie? Who else is that? King?" He hit his booster to get him closer to the hulk, "What the hell just happened?" He cut the thrust after a short 2 second burst, to get him moving towards the remains of the station at the least.</s>
| <|message|>Makoto Ito
When the download was complete, Makoto radioed his partner. "Ok, looks like everything's fine in here. You can come back in and help me with the printer upgrades."
"Roger that, Houston." the man said mockingly. "returning to airlock."
While Rodriguez made his way back towards the ship's airlock, Makoto pushed the crated 3-d printer from the science module's docking port to the inner ring manufacturing module. The ship was a series of stacked rings, with the outer ring being habitation, the inner ring being for work, and the central pillar around which it was built being a series of tanks for the ship's fuel and water. The connectors between the inner and outer rings and the core could also have water automatically pumped into it in order to balance the load while they were spinning.
Halfway through constructing the device, he heard Rodriguez over the Comm. "Entering the airlock." A few seconds later, though, the ship shuddered, causing him to hit his head on a hand hold, knocking him out.
When he came to, he noticed the alarms, and the faint vibration of positioning thrusters firing, stopping the ship's tumble. "Rodriguez, are you there?" When he didn't get a response, he quickly made his way to the bridge, where he pulled up the internal camera from the airlock. He saw a tether tieing something to the inside of it, so he tilted the camera, hoping that Rodriguez was merely knocked out. His hopes were dashed, however, when he saw a damaged suit with a red substance all over the visor. When the suit had breached, it must have vacuum dessicated Rodriguez. Makoto could only hope that he was dead before it happened.
He panned around the airlock to see if it was damaged, and was once again disappointed to see a piece of metal imbedded in the seal. While he might be able to fix it, it would leak like a sieve until it was fixed, and air was too valuable to waste. He'd have to find another way outside in order to repair it.
Seeing that the diagnostic systems were offline, he quickly rebooted it. The second it was online, though, more alarms started to sound. "Danger." the ship's voice said. "atmospheric breaches detected." He quickly put on his gloves and helmet, then had it run the O2 content sequence while he grabbed a patch kit.
After a tense few minutes, he check the screen on a nearby console and was glad to see that the yellow sections were starting to turn green as pressure returned to them. Many of the sections, including two thirds of the habitat modules, were gone, though he did have the medical and science bays from the station still attached. Quickly checking his resources, he saw that the situation was fairly dim. Firing the VASIMR positioning thrusters had used up most of his hydrogen reserves. Without a way onboard to generate more, the solar panels hadn't been installed yet, he'd have to conserve power as much as he could. He quickly switched to minimum power mode and scanned the radio channels for traffic. While he found a few reports of the explosion coming from Earth, what most interested him was the exchange coming in on one of the EVA suit channels.
As soon as he found an opening, he activated the radio on that channel. "This is VG engineer Makoto Ito on board the Mars ship, looking for survivors. Can anyone hear me?"</s> |
<|description|>Makoto Ito
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Nationality: Japanese
Appearance: Blue suit, with the Virgin Galactic symbol on the front and "Ito, Makoto" on the helmet.
Job: Installing long range communications equipment on the Mars Ship.
Brief Background: He was a bit of a geek in his youth, spending more time studying than even his parents required. He went to one of the best prep schools in Japan, and graduated second in his class. He went to college in Tokyo to get a degree in electrical engineering. After graduating from college, he got a job as an engineer with Virgin Galactic (it was bought by Google in 2023), hoping to go to Mars as a colonist. Instead, he was assigned the job of building the ship the colonists would use.
He came to the station a few weeks ago, along with a load of technical parts and supplies.
Special Equipment: Standard tool kit, hull patches.</s>
<|message|>(Flight Lieutenant) Ellie Fletcher Tavistock
Ellie looked over, looking around, as she heard them come in. But worst of all, she knew Viktor was out in the open. They were alive, and just- and somehow, she felt good that they were alive. But even worse about their situation, no less, and it was anarchy, as she looked out, spotting King and Stienhauser. She even picked up the sound of a EVA engineer, Makoto, on the Mars ship. But the sight of Dylatov was the scariest one. He was drifting. No thruster pack. And she barely made out that tiny refelction of torchlight, a broken SOS signal that seemed to just be visible.
"Fuck." She said to herself, as she looked around, heavy breathing, as she then bounded off. It was a strong movement, a real bound into the abyss, as she drifted, keeping a stable position as she moved to him. She had no idea of how far he was, just that it had to be him, not a shimmering piece of metal. And she would get him.
"Thank Christ you're alive. Stienhauser, King, get yourselves to Engineering, or something stable. Get inside the craft, the outside is going to be shrapnel ridden when it starts finding itself attracted. I'm going to get Viktor, he's going to drift otherwise. Just get inside, and wait out. Makoto, I hear you clear, you're on the polar opposite of our line in the station, at the Mars station if you're where I think you are. Just hold there. Viktor, just hang on, keep waiting- I see you." She said, as she knew that was going to have to risk this, and she knew it would be bad. The Canadian and the Australian would be fine to get back, but Viktor, he'd die. And she knew that they would need him, as well as the fact that she was his crew. She wouldn't let him die, and get out of her sight now. The HUD was playing about, and the identification system wasn't working, hardly to her surprise, but no less, this was a time she wished it did. Finding Viktor's light was impossible, though it was just distinctive to her eye. She gave one thruster boost, as she came closer, and closer, making his suit out as she came in.
She collided with him hard, bumping off as Ellie grabbed his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his, almost spinning as she thrustered off, pushing back, the momentum pushing them back towards the station, aware that he was now holding onto her.
"Hang on!" She yelled, as they floated back, the distance between them and the station considerable. She kept a hold of him, aware that it was easier than most things back on Earth to do- that is, lugging a Russian, in a full EVA suit. It was horrifyingly perilous, but Ellie let it take over her, that she had to get him back, and knew that above all, that there was no way that they were losing him. It was worth the risk to get her, and she knew that she was confident in movement in space, compared to the others. Maybe Stienhauser could move to get him, but she had seen it, and she was fetching him. And Ellie knew that she took care of her crew. This was an extenuating circumstance, and her heartbeat ran almost double, hitting 200. But you had to deal with it, and simply freezing wasn't an option. She'd been out enough, and perhaps Viktor had at least had the initiative to think. But with his arm coupled up around her arm, the two were coming back, and back to station. She couldn't see the others, but right now, knew that they'd find each other. They had thruster packs. Bits were falling apart, the station was almost severed into two, with the Engineering section floating off, though it was keeping a vague pace with the rest of the Mars machine and any fragments bolted to it. That was alive, at least. She had to think. Escape Pods. They were maybe a way out. But they could have been blown to bits, and were designed to be used in uncompressed situations. When compression was lost, they could work, but they relied on integrity of the parts they were within. And hence Ellie knew it wouldn't be a simple case of getting down. Re-Entry was impossible with any part of this station. Maybe the Mars machine, but that wasn't a hope in hell. Even the SpaceX craft had been blown apart, and it was re-entering now, the whole structure falling down. There was no reason chasing it- even if it had an re-enterable module, it was going to be too far away. No, they were stuck here. In the wreck.
She thursted lightly, but still impacted hard against the station, bounding off as she held onto him, by his hand as they somewhat echoed off the wall. She grabbed a rail and held on tight, as she looked downwards, to the Earth, almost reminding her in a tormenting way. They were going berserk, perhaps in total shock that this was happening. And even if they could see Ellie Tavistock and Viktor Dylatov on the side of the craft, looking back at them, there was no way rescue was coming. Any load that would be sent up was twice weekly, and the SpaceX craft was one of them at the moment. So a launch would take almost two days, and as Ellie looked at her oxygen meter, she knew it wasn't worth it. Then she realized. It was red, and at the two hour mark. It had collapsed in it's duration, and was reporting error. She screamed mentally, as she looked to Viktor.
"My oxygen feed's been knocked up. I'm pissing it away." She said, cursing, with a bated breath, as she let him hang onto the rail, as she barely moved forward, slow and almost horrifed at the thought. She didn't know if the knock now had done it, or if it only reported now. But she had lost two hours of oxygen, and right now, it was going towards the hazardous area. She had one hour, fifty-five minutes left, and that was at the rate that it was going. She could easily lose the whole supply at any moment, and hence, made her movement almost slow, as she was slow to speak, thinking.
"We need to get inside. It won't make any difference to my supply." She said, almost knowing full well. She had saved Viktor, but now, due to the nature of the impact with him wrapped around her arm, it had made a significant impact on her current oxygen levels. Perhaps it was a worthwhile sacrifice. She was scared, scared that she might die. But at least she'd do it knowing she was helpless. She had to fight now, Ellie told herself. Find some oxygen, some for the rest of the crew too. Grabbing the airlock rail, she moved past the severed door, and where they had been moments before. Somehow, Ellie could only think that she'd be able to let
She drifted slowly, moving through the smashed open door, bits of floating water and paper littering the area, as she avoided it, moving slowly and surely. Ellie didn't want to think about what was next, but knew that somewhere in here, the other two would have made it safely. And if she remembered rightly, there weren't many escape pods in Engineering. They were mainly in habitation, and that was just in pieces now. This was unstable enough as it was, swinging about, just a loose piece that was left. They had to find oxygen of some sort, and while Engineering was going to be what you would consider a likely place, it wasn't going to be enough. Most of the store was gone, and what there was left, Ellie knew wouldn't last. She moved through to the next segment, the sight of a jammed door in front being a significant hazard, as she looked back to Viktor, floating over as she took her toolkit out.
"We need to open it up. It's a module to module door, not an airlock. I can cut it, but I'll lose about a fifth of my fuel. Still, whatever is on the other side, we might need. I don't see anything we can use here, it's all fucking loose." She said, looking to Viktor, as she moved down, cutting the large blockage out, moving only a little bit at a time to slice the door's hinge, which quickly collapsed. The cutter was extremely powerful, and since this wasn't a seal, or an airlock- it was merely jammed, so a cutter could do it, taking about four minutes or so to do. It took a while, but it wasn't too tricky. But no doubt, they'd have to figure out alternatives for airlocked doors that were severed in other places, if Ellie wasn't so needing to get behind this door to the rest of the Engineering modules. She finished up, before turning behind, checking who was there. This wasn't a time for words. They all knew what to ask, and it was something Ellie could only respond.
"We need to push on. We need to get to Makoto, the Mars ship could have supplies we could use. We need to salvage whatever we can in fuel and oxygen here- but I don't think there's much left. Getting to there means going back out into what's left of habitation and the Sciences area, and I suggest we wait till it stabilizes. I've got an hour and forty minutes. It could get worse. I don't know what happened here, but no doubt, there are no survivors. Could be a fault in the SpaceX ship, or in Habitation's hydro-oxy fuel cells, it can develop. The fucking system is meant to be foolproof...but they didn't fucking account for this burden." She said, rather coldly and aimlessly, just knowing she couldn't respond entirely. Her suit was intact, but that oxygen system was going to deplete, and no doubt, she was going to need oxygen far quicker than the rest. There was no system of transfer, and any supply that was left, she'd need to probably use more to even give around three hours. No doubt, whilst every minute felt like a silent, totally quiet hour, it was going to take time. Everything, every touch or contact that she made, Ellie knew wasn't going to be very audible. All she could really hear was vague radio chatter, and her crew's radios. That, and her own heavy, panicky breathing, and the noise of her suit's coolants. It was stomach churning, but Ellie had to block the fact that as if the team wasn't already in enough problems, she was going to die first. She had to keep it from her, the British astronaut aware that right now, they had to act, and fast, to find oxygen and any pods in engineering.
"Sweep out across the modules...whatever you find, grab and keep to hand. Look for oxygen and any fuel that we can salvage- I doubt we'll find a lot, but search any corner." She said, as the whole section juddered, and Ellie grabbed a hold of a rail inside, holding on as it shook violently, before it stopped. Suddenly, almost the whole section behind them fell apart, almost completely cracking as the structure disintergrated, and Ellie held on, aware that it was dropping away in places, as the whole structure felt like it was held by string.
"Jesus..." She said quietly, as she moved up, going upwards through the module, looking around as she knew that they had to spread out, and look around now.</s>
<|message|>(Cdn. Airforce Major) Neil Patrick Stienhauer
Neil snagged a handhold as he got closer to the station then pulled himself hand over hand towards Ellie. And almost started swearing when he saw her go rocketing off. He swore and nearly took off after her. But by the time he had pushed himself off Ellie and remarkably Viktor were on their way back. He boosted back to the station or well the remains of the station and crawled hand over hand to where they had landed. As soon as he reached them he sighed a sigh of relief, "Well...this walk has gone well hasn't it?" He clamped himself to one of the handholds with a karabiner, and when he heard that she was bleeding O2 he winced, "Well we need to get inside then." He followed along in the rear of the group as they crawled towards the junction door. And helped as once it was cut open, pulling on it to open it.
Once inside he planted himself against a wall for a short time. Looking around and trying to get some processing done. The walk had started, the maintenance began, the explosion, needing to get back into the station. Their objective is to find supplies and get to the Makoto. all of it is happening so fast.
As he leaned there he nodded. Safety would mean an escape pod, and dropping to the surface, soon at that. Getting rescued and perhaps just perhaps getting a rescue ship up to those that stayed behind, because let's face it, there are going to be people left behind. Those pods only carried two people. Maybe three if you're daring and can slip into it safely.
Quietly, silently, he made a pact with himself, he was the least likely to have need to go back immediately...he'd stay behind. Of course that all depended on if they survived long enough to get to a pod and if the SpaceX ship out there is okay.
He gave a push off the wall and began to search the pods he could reach, jimmying open an access hatch and crawling into one of the neighboring pods. Supplies, supplies. Air Canisters, fuel. Those were top of the list, food wouldn't do them squat with the time they had.</s>
| <|message|>Makoto Ito
Makoto listened for an answer, but didn't here one, only radio chatter between them. They must have heard him, though, as they were referring to him by name in their transmissions. "I'm running a bit low on spare oxygen over here, due to several hull breaches I had to seal." he said over the radio. "I've got maybe a few hours worth if all of us are breathing it. And because the atmosphere processors and algae growers weren't installed, I can only sequester CO2, not turn it back into oxygen. If you could find some processors that would be good. Algae would take to long to grow, so it's a long term thing only. I also don't have a way to generate power to replenish my fuel reserves. Extra fuel, including inert gas, would be nice, but if you can find any solar panels or RTGs, that would be even better."
Once the transmission was done, he looked over a list of cargo and equipment he had on board. Hopefully he could find something to solve his problems. No escape pods, and the surface lander hadn't come up from the surface yet. He hadn't drifted far from the station, though, so they shouldn't have any trouble coming over. "One last thing." he said, opening the channel once more. "the air lock seal was damaged. You'll have to use the medical or science bay as a makeshift airlock to come aboard."</s> |
<|description|>Viktor Dyatlov (Виктор Дятлов)
Alright, here is what I have so far. Thoughts? Suggestions?
Gender:
Male
Age:
41
Appearance:
The first thing to strike someone about Viktor's appearance is how tired the man always looks, his dark green eyes being permanently marred with dark bags underneath them and always seeming to be bloodshot, even first thing in the morning or rather more accurately when his shift starts. His short hair, once jet black is now more a dark grey colour mixed with numerous streaks of lighter white. It's constantly in a messy state and is the last thing he'd consider worthwhile 'maintaining' since it seems perpetually untameable. That all being said he does seem to ooze energy, his eyes often darting around and his hands never really being still as he fidgets almost constantly. All in all he gives off the impression of being unable to relax or 'switch off' quite frequently, and it's quite noticeable to anyone who spends a little time with him.
Generally he doesn't go outside of the station, so the EVA suit he happened to be wearing was just standard issue. It just so happens to have an American flag on the left shoulder, being one of the few spare suits available at the time.
Job : Engineer, 1st class.
Brief Background:
Viktor was born on the 1st of January 2000 in a Russian scientific facility to the north of the village Khatanga, Siberia. One of the northern most towns in the world with a subarctic climate and very little in the way of luxuries, not that he ever visited the village much spending most of his time in the facility. His childhood consisted of a mixture of military and scientific education administered by the only teacher to a class of only six pupils, Viktor being the youngest as generally staff were dissuaded from having children. His parents were both scientists who spent the majority of their time working and paying little attention to their son despite his numerous achievements. He excelled academically despite hating everything about the environment he was in, earning top marks throughout his education. He excelled even more as he left 'home' to attend the Moscow State Physics-technical Institute, graduating as a specialist in both Aircraft Flight Dynamics and Control and Aeronautical Engineering. He completed post-graduate studies at the same institute as a specialist in the field of Mechanics of Fluids and Plasma. Quickly being snapped up by Roscosmos he soon became one of the foremost minds of his country, even working closely with the best mind of both NASA and ESA for many years despite the rocky political situation caused by Russia's continued 'aggressions'. He was one of the head minds behind Prospect Horizon, working on her from practically day one. That being said Viktor had never actually been to space and persistently declined opportunities to do so, even after the Prospect Horizon station became reality. Finally he was put in a position where his career forced him into space, his expertise being his down-fall as he eventually became one of the few Russian engineers capable of maintaining and upgrading some of the station's complex systems. He was sent on the 15th deployment and has been there for about a year now, very slowly adjusting to life in zero-gravity. With only four previous EVA experiences under his belt he is far from confident outside of the station, but even he hasn't been able to avoid it altogether, especially when the French engineer scheduled to do routine maintenance is sick.
Special Equipment:
Pistol Grip Tool - this specialty power drill allows astronauts to precisely select the amount of torque and speed needed for the job. It is easy to hold onto, even in bulky space-gloves. Powered by metal hydride batteries to stand up to the extreme temperatures of space.</s>
<|message|>Makoto Ito
Makoto activated the radio on his suit. He'd been working on the inside, installing upgrades to the computer system. Even though he had come over through a docking port, he was wearing his suit, with only the gloves and helmet removed. After all, you didn't want to be without a suit with someone working on the hull on an unfinished ship. One minor mistake and the hull could breach. "Hey Rodriguez, how's that comms dish going?"
"I'm just hooking it up." A few seconds later the computer notified Makoto that a new device had been connected to the system.
"Plug and play spaceship parts." said Makoto, "much better than the old style upgrades they use on the station. They should really upgrade their software." He verified that the new dish was installed and online. "Computer, connect to VGSAT 01 and download all available upgrades for the comms system."
The screen displayed a box which detailed the download. "1.1 gb/sec". He watched the download for a few seconds to make sure it was working. "6.8 gb of 1.2 tb." it read. "Such a slow download." he muttered to himself. "At least the upgraded software will speed it up from this 10 year old outdated form."</s>
<|message|>(Cdn. Airforce Major) Neil Patrick Stienhauer
[Post made while listening to this. Please accept my apology]
An older Canadian First Nations man floated over the left shoulder of a younger tech who was carefully attaching some wiring and cowling to the inside of one of the capsules. Both astronauts were grounded to the inside of the capsule carefully. Neither astronaut in any mood to have some of the stations energy stream blaze through them like a lightning bolt. It's the Canadian who speaks up, "You know what I think you did wrong in this case Percy? Should have connected the red ends last. Because those wires are live. And as much as we need these lines, it would have been alot safer to have connected them backwards." The younger astronauts looks at the set up nodding in understanding, "You see Pat? This is exactly why I wanted you to watch over my shoulder while doing this."
Neil Patrick Stienhauer nodded, "Okay I'll give you that. For now, you know. It's okay sometimes not to do things by the manual for safety's sake." Percy nodded, "Thanks old man." Just then the annoucement for the EVA walkers to report came over the PA. Neil checked his watch, "Damn time flies. Okay. Finish up. And don't fry yourself. I need to get down there. I'm the safety specialist for this walk." The older airforce major unclipped the grounding line. Pulled a half somersault, planted his feet then kicked off the cieling? and drifted through a connector coil carefully.
It took him all of 3 minutes. And soon he's squeezing through one of the connectors leading into the Airlock module. Reaching out with practiced ease he caught an overhead handlebar. Bringing himself to a practiced stop. He smiled at Ellie and Fabio, "Hey there you two, sorry about that was up helping Percy. Making sure he wouldn't fry himself. Didn't miss anything did I?" He smiled warmly as he floated over casually to start checking his suit.</s>
<|message|>Professor Jeremiah King
Jeramiah was... Excited. Very very excited. He'd been briefed, he'd been trained (albeit briefly), and finally, he was just about to spacewalk... Like, actually move around, in a complete vacuum, protected by what is practically a few layers of fabric. It was nerve-racking, but exhilarating. He made his way through the station, the adrenaline pumping. As a child, he didn't dream of becoming an astronaut, so it wasn't as if this was some lifelong goal... but it was still awesome.
He arrived at the Engineering Airlock, smiling ecstatically at Ellie, Fabio, and Pat.
"Hey," almost out of breath from excitement. "How are we all?" He looked around. His suit was ready for action. He went over to it to begin preparing for the mission."</s>
| <|message|>Viktor Dyatlov (Виктор Дятлов)
Viktor starred dully at the instrument panel before him, his hands working whilst his mind was elsewhere. He finished with the recalibrations before pushing away softly as he continued to think about everything that could go wrong with the upcoming spacewalk, drifting weightlessly for a few moments before the crackle of the comms panel brought him back into focus as the familiar voice of Ellie Tavistock reached his ears.
"Calling the crew for EVA #57, for the Greenhouse Work to Engineering Airlock. Get yourselves down here within the next five minutes. Thank you."
His stomach lurched and did a little backflip as he groaned and ran both of his hands through his hair hesitating for a moment longer as apprehension filled him, taking yet another moment to reassure himself silently. 'It'll be fine' he said to himself 'You've done it before, you'll do it again. Just focus, get the job done and get back'.He knew that the build up was the worst part for him, bringing himself to actually just get out there, but once he was out there and working he'd relax a little and stop focusing on all of the worst case scenarios that could present themselves.
Starting to look pale as a spectre Viktor began the short journey through the station, floating along and using his arms to pull and push himself where he needed to go, the novelty of weightlessness having long ago faded and now the lack of direction and forces acting simply frustrating him whenever something slipped from his grasp. When combined with the almost constant exercise regime he had to endure he was definitely looking forwards to returning back to the sweet sweet earth and its wonderful gravitational field. As he neared the airlock module where the rest of the EVA team would be waiting he paused at one of the small windows and spent a brief moment gazing down at the world, as always the sight being somewhat humbling and breathtaking even after all of this time. His eyes flicked over towards the exterior of the greenhouse, the numerous bits of scaffolding and machinery drawing his attention as he imagined that shortly he'd be out there floating in the abyss with little more than a tether and thin layer of suit protecting him from certain death, his eyes focusing briefly on the inky darkness that loomed in the background of his vision.
"Chyort voz'mi..." he mumbled to himself, cursing in his native tongue as he often did as his nerves still panged almost painfully at him. A few moments later he propelled himself into the module, seeing that already Ellie and the Canadian Stienhauer were there preparing as usual, with the observer... something King it was, floating with a huge grin spread across his features. Still pale and a little shaky Viktor neglected to say anything to the others and moved right towards his suit, the American flag emblazed on the shoulder glaring back at him as if to taunt him a little as he quickly started to prep it and himself. He sweated a little as he did, though the sight of Ellie calmed him a little – simply because he trusted in her abilities and role, something he had quickly learned on his first few walks as she always had the patience to deal with him and reassure him if needed. If it wasn't for her he was sure that after his first spacewalk he'd have flat out refused to ever do it again.
Then there was Stienhauer, the capable Canadian who was more than familiar with these kinds of walks. All in all he was happy with the crew of the walk, each of them being an expert within their role, and with plentiful enough experience outside the station to get the job done as quickly as possible. Viktor didn't know much about King, their observer, but he figured that he would stay out of the way whilst they did what they needed to do whilst he filmed and took pictures, and as long as he didn't distract them there wouldn't be any problems, though he did slightly envy the man as he glanced again over towards him, his excitement practically oozing out of him as he was also preparing his suit for the walk.</s> |
<|description|>Kobuto Kurogana
Kurogana Kobuto - The Fox
Nickname/Alias: The Fox
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Village: Hidden Stone Village
Birthplace: Hidden Stone Village
Rank: S
Position: Tsuchikage
Chakra Nature: Earth
[url=]Additional Appearance Details:[/url] 6'3
History: At least three paragraphs.
Personality: One or more paragraphs please.
[url=]Theme:[/url] Optional.
Base Weapons & Items:
X explosive tags.
x Mikabishi
X smoke bombs.
X kunai
Specialized Weapons & Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Chakra Reducing Gloves
Description: Kobuto wears a pair of gloves that muffle his chakra in his hands. These gloves's ability to muffle chakra also make them unable to be affected by seals. Kobuto can carry seals on them without himself being affected. The index finger of these gloves are cut off to allow him to use jutsu.
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Name of Weapon or Item: Jade Books of Heaven: Creation Jeweled Spear
Description: The item for which Kobuto is most known for. It is a part of a series of books that are connected together.
The book draws in chakra from a radius of half a kilometer, in proportion to it's strength, siphoning it in. The amount stolen is minuscule, and due to being proportional, is rarely ever fatal, as it will always leave a portion behind.
The cover of this book is hard as stone, and it's chakra draining amount is much higher in direct contact. Without special gloves, it can drain a person of most of their chakra in minutes. This draining on contact also renders it resistant to chakra enhanced blades, as their chakra is stolen on contact.
The pages of this book are excellent conductors of chakra as well, making them ideal for seals. Any book in the series whose first 30 pages written upon will have the writing appear across all books in the series. The pages can be erased via chakra.
The book itself consumes chakra passively, meaning there's not a 'constant' charge between battles for Kobuto to draw on, but he can steal chakra from it gathered midbattle.
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Name of Weapon or Item: ( '').
Description:
Special Traits
Average Chakra Pool
Average Endurance
Average Strength
Versatile Earth Style Techniques
Very Intelligent
Physically Fast
Talented in Barrier Jutsu
Talented in Seals
High Chakra Control
Techniques:
Canon Jutsu
Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique:
Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique:
Earth Release: Hiding In Rock Technique:
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage:
Earth Release: Underground Projection Fish Technique:
Earth Release: Tunneling Technique:
**He's like a fish going through rock if ya haven't guessed.
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Earth Release: Earth Style Wall: Kobuto's wall is engraved with Ionic Order
Earth Release: Earth Flow Spear:
Earth Release: Earth Flow Wave:
Earth Release Gun Technique:
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Finger Carving Seal: With Kobuto's excellent chakra control, he's able to use this to create seals at high speeds. Generally he can create a seal across his equipment at the speed it take a normal ninja to create a handsign.
Chakra Draining Seal:
Contract Seal:
Summoning Technique: Kobuto is able to summon his Jade Books of Heaven, as well as his ninja arsenal(kunai, ect.)
Chakra Absorption Technique: Used to regain chakra from his book.
Paper Shuriken
Barrier: Canopy Method Formation
Sensing Technique: Can read chakra drawn into his Jade Books of Heaven, such as the direction it came from, as well as its feel/owner
Sealed Bomb Square Release
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Explosive Tag Seal
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: The user creates the seal for an explosive tag with volatile chakra behind it.
Weakness: Being volatile, they can be detonated prematurely.
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Name of Technique: Seal of the Spider Bite
Type of Jutsu: fuininjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: A seal that draws from the opponents chakra system in order to seep out their chakra.
Weakness: If the seal is interupted to a large enough degree, such as from a large cut, or a burn, its effects disappear.
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Name of Technique: Summoning Seal: Star Crossed
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Space Time Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Placing a summoning seal onto a surface, Kobuto is able to summon an object through the surface
Weakness: Requires close range, seal can be destroyed.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Jeweled Spear Creation
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary Ninjutsu
Rank: D
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Kobuto refreshes his book, wiping clean its pages, and recreating any damaged ones.
Weakness: The paper is flammable?
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Pure Land Devastation
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: S
Range: 20 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 20
Description: Using a seal placed in the middle of the book, and flooding it with chakra with his gloves off, Kobuto increases the effects of it's chakra drain to a high degree. The drain works by blasted his chakra throughout the area, then pulling back on it. At a high cost, a simple Kai can release one from this drain, though it still removes a large amount of chakra as it will 'rip' out the portion it's latched to.
Weakness: It's heavy tax damages Kobuto's chakra system, he can only use it once a day, and it weakens his jutsu use after one use due to the damage.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Seal of Yomi
Type of Jutsu: Sealing jutsu
Rank: B
Range: 10 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 4
Description: The pages in Kobuto's book burst out, sealing an object infront of them inside them.
Weakness: DODGE! Burn the pages. Also, Jade Book of Heaven's pages need refreshing afterwards.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of the Koi Fish
Type of Jutsu: Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: A
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Using chakra gathered from the Jade Books of Heaven, Kobuto is able to create a barrier to spread out matching incoming chakra across a screen. Only large amounts can be spread out enough to have an effect.
I.e. If he's absorbed someone's chakra, he can create a barrier to black large area attacks with their own chakra, but it doesn't work against small concentrated attacks. Kobuto must concentrate to keep the barrier up. The barrier is a non-physical chakra screen
Weakness: Small attacks or physical attacks. Kunai are this barrier's worst nightmare.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of Uke Mochi
Type of Jutsu: Offensive Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 5
Description: A barrier with the consistancy of glass is created using chakra borrowed from Jade Books of Heaven. When it is broken, it shatters, and it's shards home in on the chakra used for it.
Weakness: Let it be? Dodge?
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Name of Technique: Earth Release: Hidden Makibishi
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary
Rank: E
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using a small of dirt that will collapse if any pressure is placed on it, dozens of Makibishi are hidden across an area.
Weakness: Don't let him place them.
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Name of Technique: Earth Release: Gaia Magnum
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Touching the ground with a finger, Kobuto creates a small area of pressure in it, that will eventually build up until it releases firing a small piece of earth like a bullet at his opponent.
Weakness: Dodge?
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Name of Technique: Finger Carving Seal: Palm Displacement
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Jutsu, Taijutsu
Rank: N/A
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using the Chakra Reducing Gloves to his advantage, Kobuto carves a seal on them that is rejected by the gloves. The seal can then be transferred to whatever he strikes. Any seal placed on his gloves will disappear in under 30 seconds.
Weakness: Whatever Seal he uses only lasts for half a minute.
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Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu:
Rank:
Range:
Nature Type:
Handseals:
Description:
Weakness:
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<|message|>Genmyou --Surname expunged from all records.
Kuchiki, Harime - Kōrihime
Theme I/|\Theme II/|\Theme III
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Noting his change in demeanor and then her eyes widening slightly at his utterance of that fabled word, Harime was briefly confused, but she recovered just as quickly. With the flame flung towards her, Harime dodged out of the way and slashed, her fingers twitching, thus causing ice particles to gather where she had been. When the reiryoku burning flames made contact the ice would immediately begin to spread. Her brow knitted and she pulled her gaze away from the spectacle. She had kept Agni in her field of vision all the while, so a sneak attack was unlikely to be successful.
She called upon Seishin and then, in a sudden shift of action, vanished. First she appeared 6 meters ahead of him and 3 meters above before she flew downwards at him through the air.
Seishin flew feverishly around where the ice princess had appeared and where she was going. In fact, the spirit was rushing slightly ahead of her. It was miraculous that none of the ice crystals had touched her yet.
Why had her tactics changed...and why hadn't she gone into bankai upon hearing Agni's words?
The first was a mystery, but the second was because of a sneaking suspicion she had.
Who knew if she were right.</s>
<|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Agni Ryuunosuke
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Agni's flames spike from his sword, and he jerked his head to the side to avoid it.
"Yeah, yeah."
His zanpaktu 'playing' had set him on fire....several times. Everytime it bitched he ended up with that. His opponent had decided to get more serious, as espected. She didn't enter Bankai however.
"I see you dared to."
Following her shunpo as he twirled his hand, she moved above him. Watching her, it seemed her speed rivaled his.... almost exactly.
He held his sword slightly in front of the twirling sword aimed at her, and his twirling hand behind it stopping suddenly.
"Hado #58, Tenran"
A wide area tornado of wind fired upward at her.
However, an odd effect happened. As the winds passed the tip of the blade, they ignited, the flames attempting to eat the Reiryoku that composed the kido spell, but being unable to instantly consume it. The wide flaming tornado pushed upwards with high force... and with fire.</s>
<|message|>Genmyou --Surname expunged from all records.
Kuchiki, Harime - Kōrihime
Theme I/|\Theme II/|\Theme III
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There it was, the flames expanded. She moved just before the flames fully surrounded her. Agni would still maintain visual confirmation with the reflected light clone she left behind. She directed Seishin to escape int he same moment, but go in the opposite direction. The result would be Agni tracking two of her, rather than just one as the Seishin generated a moving light clone moving to the opposite side of the real Harime. She had even managed to gather enough ice crystals on the ribbon of her blade to release in a trail behind her. On both sides, she would get near, not touching the roof itself for fear of her ice making contact with her person as it fell to the ground, and slash diagonally at the man. There was a slight delay in the movements, but it was incredibly subtle.
As both attacked, Seishin passed behind Agni, not touching him in the least.</s>
| <|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Agni groaned he saw two Harime's coming out the fire tornado, apparently hitting a 3rd inside. He needed to stop sending waves, he was using more reiatsu than he liked to no effect. His style was to at least burn someone before he went all out. Without a spark, there could be no fire.
One thing he did notice was the flames lapping at something as they passed in the air. There was something there beforehand. There wouldn't be now however. Whatever the flames hadn't touched would be sent into orbit anyways.
His hands were already close together. His zanpaktu whimpered, it's flame dying.
"How hard is it to spark this fire? Guess I need more kindle. Bakudō #21. Sekienton"
Knowing when to fold'em was the idea. His injuries feebled any zanjutsu he would have, and he didn't even want to try to feel lucky. He needed some time to build up a spell to hit so hard she couldn't defend. A red smoke screen blasted around him. Covering the area with smoke.
Inside the cloud, at the center, the smoke made contact with his flaming blade, the flame started to expand from the center outward, not being visible to anyone entering. Anyone who attacked where he was would find embers ontop of them, which would grow.
For the first time that fight he moved, using shunpo covered by the roof, heading to the only side without someone incoming. The fact he was using the Kido unchanted made it significantly smaller, it would only cover the rooftop, and nothing beyond.
Despite his quick movement, there was no exit cloud, and when the smoke faded(or rather burned up), he wouldn't be inside the cloud either.
He talked to himself, outside hearing distance.
"Humans, this may be your best invention ever."
He pressed an up button on a machine that read 50, pressing upward til it said 72.</s> |
<|description|>Kobuto Kurogana
Kurogana Kobuto - The Fox
Nickname/Alias: The Fox
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Village: Hidden Stone Village
Birthplace: Hidden Stone Village
Rank: S
Position: Tsuchikage
Chakra Nature: Earth
[url=]Additional Appearance Details:[/url] 6'3
History: At least three paragraphs.
Personality: One or more paragraphs please.
[url=]Theme:[/url] Optional.
Base Weapons & Items:
X explosive tags.
x Mikabishi
X smoke bombs.
X kunai
Specialized Weapons & Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Chakra Reducing Gloves
Description: Kobuto wears a pair of gloves that muffle his chakra in his hands. These gloves's ability to muffle chakra also make them unable to be affected by seals. Kobuto can carry seals on them without himself being affected. The index finger of these gloves are cut off to allow him to use jutsu.
====================
Name of Weapon or Item: Jade Books of Heaven: Creation Jeweled Spear
Description: The item for which Kobuto is most known for. It is a part of a series of books that are connected together.
The book draws in chakra from a radius of half a kilometer, in proportion to it's strength, siphoning it in. The amount stolen is minuscule, and due to being proportional, is rarely ever fatal, as it will always leave a portion behind.
The cover of this book is hard as stone, and it's chakra draining amount is much higher in direct contact. Without special gloves, it can drain a person of most of their chakra in minutes. This draining on contact also renders it resistant to chakra enhanced blades, as their chakra is stolen on contact.
The pages of this book are excellent conductors of chakra as well, making them ideal for seals. Any book in the series whose first 30 pages written upon will have the writing appear across all books in the series. The pages can be erased via chakra.
The book itself consumes chakra passively, meaning there's not a 'constant' charge between battles for Kobuto to draw on, but he can steal chakra from it gathered midbattle.
====================
Name of Weapon or Item: ( '').
Description:
Special Traits
Average Chakra Pool
Average Endurance
Average Strength
Versatile Earth Style Techniques
Very Intelligent
Physically Fast
Talented in Barrier Jutsu
Talented in Seals
High Chakra Control
Techniques:
Canon Jutsu
Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique:
Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique:
Earth Release: Hiding In Rock Technique:
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage:
Earth Release: Underground Projection Fish Technique:
Earth Release: Tunneling Technique:
**He's like a fish going through rock if ya haven't guessed.
__________
Earth Release: Earth Style Wall: Kobuto's wall is engraved with Ionic Order
Earth Release: Earth Flow Spear:
Earth Release: Earth Flow Wave:
Earth Release Gun Technique:
_________
Finger Carving Seal: With Kobuto's excellent chakra control, he's able to use this to create seals at high speeds. Generally he can create a seal across his equipment at the speed it take a normal ninja to create a handsign.
Chakra Draining Seal:
Contract Seal:
Summoning Technique: Kobuto is able to summon his Jade Books of Heaven, as well as his ninja arsenal(kunai, ect.)
Chakra Absorption Technique: Used to regain chakra from his book.
Paper Shuriken
Barrier: Canopy Method Formation
Sensing Technique: Can read chakra drawn into his Jade Books of Heaven, such as the direction it came from, as well as its feel/owner
Sealed Bomb Square Release
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Explosive Tag Seal
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: The user creates the seal for an explosive tag with volatile chakra behind it.
Weakness: Being volatile, they can be detonated prematurely.
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Name of Technique: Seal of the Spider Bite
Type of Jutsu: fuininjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: A seal that draws from the opponents chakra system in order to seep out their chakra.
Weakness: If the seal is interupted to a large enough degree, such as from a large cut, or a burn, its effects disappear.
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Name of Technique: Summoning Seal: Star Crossed
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Space Time Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Placing a summoning seal onto a surface, Kobuto is able to summon an object through the surface
Weakness: Requires close range, seal can be destroyed.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Jeweled Spear Creation
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary Ninjutsu
Rank: D
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Kobuto refreshes his book, wiping clean its pages, and recreating any damaged ones.
Weakness: The paper is flammable?
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Pure Land Devastation
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: S
Range: 20 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 20
Description: Using a seal placed in the middle of the book, and flooding it with chakra with his gloves off, Kobuto increases the effects of it's chakra drain to a high degree. The drain works by blasted his chakra throughout the area, then pulling back on it. At a high cost, a simple Kai can release one from this drain, though it still removes a large amount of chakra as it will 'rip' out the portion it's latched to.
Weakness: It's heavy tax damages Kobuto's chakra system, he can only use it once a day, and it weakens his jutsu use after one use due to the damage.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Seal of Yomi
Type of Jutsu: Sealing jutsu
Rank: B
Range: 10 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 4
Description: The pages in Kobuto's book burst out, sealing an object infront of them inside them.
Weakness: DODGE! Burn the pages. Also, Jade Book of Heaven's pages need refreshing afterwards.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of the Koi Fish
Type of Jutsu: Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: A
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Using chakra gathered from the Jade Books of Heaven, Kobuto is able to create a barrier to spread out matching incoming chakra across a screen. Only large amounts can be spread out enough to have an effect.
I.e. If he's absorbed someone's chakra, he can create a barrier to black large area attacks with their own chakra, but it doesn't work against small concentrated attacks. Kobuto must concentrate to keep the barrier up. The barrier is a non-physical chakra screen
Weakness: Small attacks or physical attacks. Kunai are this barrier's worst nightmare.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of Uke Mochi
Type of Jutsu: Offensive Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 5
Description: A barrier with the consistancy of glass is created using chakra borrowed from Jade Books of Heaven. When it is broken, it shatters, and it's shards home in on the chakra used for it.
Weakness: Let it be? Dodge?
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Name of Technique: Earth Release: Hidden Makibishi
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary
Rank: E
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using a small of dirt that will collapse if any pressure is placed on it, dozens of Makibishi are hidden across an area.
Weakness: Don't let him place them.
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Name of Technique: Earth Release: Gaia Magnum
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Touching the ground with a finger, Kobuto creates a small area of pressure in it, that will eventually build up until it releases firing a small piece of earth like a bullet at his opponent.
Weakness: Dodge?
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Name of Technique: Finger Carving Seal: Palm Displacement
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Jutsu, Taijutsu
Rank: N/A
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using the Chakra Reducing Gloves to his advantage, Kobuto carves a seal on them that is rejected by the gloves. The seal can then be transferred to whatever he strikes. Any seal placed on his gloves will disappear in under 30 seconds.
Weakness: Whatever Seal he uses only lasts for half a minute.
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Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu:
Rank:
Range:
Nature Type:
Handseals:
Description:
Weakness:
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<|message|>Genmyou --Surname expunged from all records.
Kuchiki, Harime - Kōrihime
Theme I/|\Theme II/|\Theme III
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The kido's name reaching her, both Harimes slid to a stop, back stepped and then shunpo'd backwards. The one on the left however, flickered and vanished after several moments. Seishin had returned to her side even as she shunpo'd to gain more distance from the smoke, noting that it had ignited. "Dangerous," she said under her breath, glancing around. She didn't see where Agni had went, but it only took her a moment for her to locate his reiatsu signature.
Knowing she had a few moments she held her blade aloft and called Seishin to her blade. Rapidly the spirit spiraled around her zanpakuto before it dissipated entirely, all that remained being forty-three 6 inch long shards of ice. With his location apparent to her She aimed her blade's tip at his precise location within the building, uttering words under her breath as she did so, "Fly true, Seishin."
The next moment she swiped her blade through the air so fast that it looked like 3 slashes rather than 43.
The first 33 slashes were not towards Agni himself, some went through windows and exploded into ice that spread rapidly over surfaces, whereas others hit the roof or the base of the building and did the same. Some of them expanded into the structure of the building, freezing it and strengthening it with the secondary effect of Harime's zanpakuto.
Then, compensating for any change in location Agni had made her other 10 slashes were occurred, now appearing like a blur, sending the shards all on the same trajectory, Harime watched.
The shards hit one after another, those that came after shattering, or augmenting, the ice that hit and froze things before.
The result?
A spear of ice suddenly erupting from the ceiling above Agni and stabbing down towards his head.</s>
<|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Agni walked away from the thermostat, looking out at the shadow cast over the office window.
He had hoped for peace for 5 seconds. Harime had other ideas she formed more ice shards than he could could count at an instant.
"No."
In a decisive moment, the butt his sword smashed the window and his other hand shot out. His zanpakuto whimpered. It had realized the seriousness after the repeated misses. It would bicker at Agni later.
Agni's mind returned to the ice that had expanded upon touching his ghostly flame. He was curious of something. If it expanded on something ethereal as his flames.... He fired at the incoming shards.
"Bakudo #37, Tsuriboshi."
A blue blob shot out his hand, before shooting out anchor points into nearby buildings, creating an extremely elastic net.
4 of the first 5 shards would rip through the elastic net, their trajectories changed however, slamming into random parts of the building. One was slammed into the thermostat, ruining it.
"Damnit."
Where the holes were, and where the one stopped shard lay, ice began form across the surface, creating a layer across the surface of it.
The next few, only 2 passed, the rest slamming against the freezing center, adding their ice to it, and stretching the legs of the kido. As more and more shards would slam into the net, only one more made it through. The rest would push more and more against the net. After the last shard would hit, the net at it's limit, it snapped back, flinging back towards Harime.
The legs snapped where they connected to the ice center, and send a giant ball of expanding ice flying back at Harime.
Agni grabbed his sword with both hands, ready for whatever Harime would throw back. His zanpakuto burned brightly in anticipation.</s>
| <|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Umichi Kamimizu(Yuki) vs. Shūrei Kōkina
Walking down a quaint road on the way to Onteimura, a woman looked around at the scenery. Brooks, trees, flowers, chimney smoke in the distance. It was picturesque.
"That is beautiful. My, my. Pity it won't be here much longer. Give it a few years though, it'll be even more beautiful without the chimney smoke. Hehehe, I finally get to kill a god. What they get for betraying my family."
Continuing on her way, she noticed a woman in her way. Umichi was in a happy mood, and had no place for her normal carefree facade. She drew a blue tessen.
"Helloooo there! I'm going to have to ask you get out my way! Things could get ugly around here, I really recommend running away."
Umichi didn't slow down in the least.</s> |
<|description|>Kobuto Kurogana
Kurogana Kobuto - The Fox
Nickname/Alias: The Fox
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Village: Hidden Stone Village
Birthplace: Hidden Stone Village
Rank: S
Position: Tsuchikage
Chakra Nature: Earth
[url=]Additional Appearance Details:[/url] 6'3
History: At least three paragraphs.
Personality: One or more paragraphs please.
[url=]Theme:[/url] Optional.
Base Weapons & Items:
X explosive tags.
x Mikabishi
X smoke bombs.
X kunai
Specialized Weapons & Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Chakra Reducing Gloves
Description: Kobuto wears a pair of gloves that muffle his chakra in his hands. These gloves's ability to muffle chakra also make them unable to be affected by seals. Kobuto can carry seals on them without himself being affected. The index finger of these gloves are cut off to allow him to use jutsu.
====================
Name of Weapon or Item: Jade Books of Heaven: Creation Jeweled Spear
Description: The item for which Kobuto is most known for. It is a part of a series of books that are connected together.
The book draws in chakra from a radius of half a kilometer, in proportion to it's strength, siphoning it in. The amount stolen is minuscule, and due to being proportional, is rarely ever fatal, as it will always leave a portion behind.
The cover of this book is hard as stone, and it's chakra draining amount is much higher in direct contact. Without special gloves, it can drain a person of most of their chakra in minutes. This draining on contact also renders it resistant to chakra enhanced blades, as their chakra is stolen on contact.
The pages of this book are excellent conductors of chakra as well, making them ideal for seals. Any book in the series whose first 30 pages written upon will have the writing appear across all books in the series. The pages can be erased via chakra.
The book itself consumes chakra passively, meaning there's not a 'constant' charge between battles for Kobuto to draw on, but he can steal chakra from it gathered midbattle.
====================
Name of Weapon or Item: ( '').
Description:
Special Traits
Average Chakra Pool
Average Endurance
Average Strength
Versatile Earth Style Techniques
Very Intelligent
Physically Fast
Talented in Barrier Jutsu
Talented in Seals
High Chakra Control
Techniques:
Canon Jutsu
Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique:
Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique:
Earth Release: Hiding In Rock Technique:
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage:
Earth Release: Underground Projection Fish Technique:
Earth Release: Tunneling Technique:
**He's like a fish going through rock if ya haven't guessed.
__________
Earth Release: Earth Style Wall: Kobuto's wall is engraved with Ionic Order
Earth Release: Earth Flow Spear:
Earth Release: Earth Flow Wave:
Earth Release Gun Technique:
_________
Finger Carving Seal: With Kobuto's excellent chakra control, he's able to use this to create seals at high speeds. Generally he can create a seal across his equipment at the speed it take a normal ninja to create a handsign.
Chakra Draining Seal:
Contract Seal:
Summoning Technique: Kobuto is able to summon his Jade Books of Heaven, as well as his ninja arsenal(kunai, ect.)
Chakra Absorption Technique: Used to regain chakra from his book.
Paper Shuriken
Barrier: Canopy Method Formation
Sensing Technique: Can read chakra drawn into his Jade Books of Heaven, such as the direction it came from, as well as its feel/owner
Sealed Bomb Square Release
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Explosive Tag Seal
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: The user creates the seal for an explosive tag with volatile chakra behind it.
Weakness: Being volatile, they can be detonated prematurely.
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Name of Technique: Seal of the Spider Bite
Type of Jutsu: fuininjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: A seal that draws from the opponents chakra system in order to seep out their chakra.
Weakness: If the seal is interupted to a large enough degree, such as from a large cut, or a burn, its effects disappear.
====================
Name of Technique: Summoning Seal: Star Crossed
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Space Time Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Placing a summoning seal onto a surface, Kobuto is able to summon an object through the surface
Weakness: Requires close range, seal can be destroyed.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Jeweled Spear Creation
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary Ninjutsu
Rank: D
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Kobuto refreshes his book, wiping clean its pages, and recreating any damaged ones.
Weakness: The paper is flammable?
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Pure Land Devastation
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: S
Range: 20 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 20
Description: Using a seal placed in the middle of the book, and flooding it with chakra with his gloves off, Kobuto increases the effects of it's chakra drain to a high degree. The drain works by blasted his chakra throughout the area, then pulling back on it. At a high cost, a simple Kai can release one from this drain, though it still removes a large amount of chakra as it will 'rip' out the portion it's latched to.
Weakness: It's heavy tax damages Kobuto's chakra system, he can only use it once a day, and it weakens his jutsu use after one use due to the damage.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Seal of Yomi
Type of Jutsu: Sealing jutsu
Rank: B
Range: 10 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 4
Description: The pages in Kobuto's book burst out, sealing an object infront of them inside them.
Weakness: DODGE! Burn the pages. Also, Jade Book of Heaven's pages need refreshing afterwards.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of the Koi Fish
Type of Jutsu: Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: A
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Using chakra gathered from the Jade Books of Heaven, Kobuto is able to create a barrier to spread out matching incoming chakra across a screen. Only large amounts can be spread out enough to have an effect.
I.e. If he's absorbed someone's chakra, he can create a barrier to black large area attacks with their own chakra, but it doesn't work against small concentrated attacks. Kobuto must concentrate to keep the barrier up. The barrier is a non-physical chakra screen
Weakness: Small attacks or physical attacks. Kunai are this barrier's worst nightmare.
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Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of Uke Mochi
Type of Jutsu: Offensive Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 5
Description: A barrier with the consistancy of glass is created using chakra borrowed from Jade Books of Heaven. When it is broken, it shatters, and it's shards home in on the chakra used for it.
Weakness: Let it be? Dodge?
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Name of Technique: Earth Release: Hidden Makibishi
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary
Rank: E
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using a small of dirt that will collapse if any pressure is placed on it, dozens of Makibishi are hidden across an area.
Weakness: Don't let him place them.
====================
Name of Technique: Earth Release: Gaia Magnum
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Touching the ground with a finger, Kobuto creates a small area of pressure in it, that will eventually build up until it releases firing a small piece of earth like a bullet at his opponent.
Weakness: Dodge?
====================
Name of Technique: Finger Carving Seal: Palm Displacement
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Jutsu, Taijutsu
Rank: N/A
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using the Chakra Reducing Gloves to his advantage, Kobuto carves a seal on them that is rejected by the gloves. The seal can then be transferred to whatever he strikes. Any seal placed on his gloves will disappear in under 30 seconds.
Weakness: Whatever Seal he uses only lasts for half a minute.
====================
Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu:
Rank:
Range:
Nature Type:
Handseals:
Description:
Weakness:
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<|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Umichi stopped as she felt the chakra in the air around her, and saw the shining. It wasn't a normal person. Well.... she did need some warm up before she slayed a god she supposed. Her gentle smile turned to a wicked slasher grin. Today was the only day Umichi could be herself, completely without facade, and she reveled in it.
"Aw, the poor woman want's to play. Well, if I can't make it ugly, I'll make it beautiful crimson. Curse the god's that put you in this position: Fukurokuju* curses you, and Bishamonten** smiles on me."
As she spoke, she tapped her water jug with the tessen, and pointed at the center of the glow.
Water Release: Fang of Orochi
A stream of water that could punch through a tree shot out of her jug at the woman.
She hadn't gathered much water at all, but counted on the element of speed to start off the engagement. Umichi was limited as a water user in that she couldn't make her own, but was talented in how well she used it, and the speed her tessens worked. She left her green tessen in her sash, she'd rather not get too rough.
The humidity around them began to increase dramatically.
*Kami of Longevity, more or less has deathnote
**Kami of War, fortune of the warrior.</s>
<|message|>Genmyou --Surname expunged from all records.
Kōkina, Shūrei - Yūyami Miko
---
In response to the woman's words, Shūrei's frown deepened and she took a stance, positioning her staff further in front of her as she did so. Taking in a deep breath she opened her mind to the voices of the hitodama around her and to the emotions of the world. An intense look of focus entered her eyes and then her opponent struck.
In a single swift motion she took a step forwards and whirled her staff, eliciting a response from the glowing spirits around her. Immediately a vortex of hardened, glowing wind erupted forwards, the spirits spiraling around the stream of water and flying through it in terms, tearing it apart. The veritable beam of energies continued towards Umichi even as its master struck her staff against the ground and sent glowing red streams of energy coursing into it, the glow around her fading slightly as she did so. " Despite the wishes of the gods, I'm afraid I simply cannot let you do that," she responded, her tone both tense despite the calming sound of her voice.
Spirits coalesced around her staff, channeling into it, a mixture of fire and wind now.
She'd not be letting the woman hurt a single soul under her protection, not so long as she lived.</s>
| <|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Umichi raised an eyebrow as her shot was spun away. She didn't expect much from a shot like that anyways, she'd need more water than that to really do damage. The humidity continued to raise around her as her tessen pulled more in. The waves on the brooks became uneven, pointing towards her.
"Defy the gods... I like that."
As the woman raised her staff, Umichi withdrew her tessen, touching the water jug once again. They stood 5 meters apart. Both moved in step as the woman slammed the ground with her staff, and Umichi made a 'iai' like motion with her tessen, 'unsheathing' the rest of the water she carried out of it's jug, combining with the water in the atmosphere, creating an arc of water of the same size as Umichi slamming forward at high pressure. The water was thickest at the center, and was continually airborn. Umichi prefered keeping the water she controlled that way.
Umichi didn't know the technique, but her defense was fairly straight forward. She was going to make a shield of water, and ram it into whatever technique her opponent threw at her. If it was solid, it'd hit the force of the rising water, and at least be sent upward. If it wasn't, it would still hit the water. If it was energy based, it would probably diffuse or refract in the water. In any case, unless it matched the water itself, the woman would have to deal with the water slamming into her. It was all of Umichi's current supply as well. It was never the amount of water Umichi used however, it was the high pressures she launched all water at.</s> |
<|description|>Kobuto Kurogana
Kurogana Kobuto - The Fox
Nickname/Alias: The Fox
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Village: Hidden Stone Village
Birthplace: Hidden Stone Village
Rank: S
Position: Tsuchikage
Chakra Nature: Earth
[url=]Additional Appearance Details:[/url] 6'3
History: At least three paragraphs.
Personality: One or more paragraphs please.
[url=]Theme:[/url] Optional.
Base Weapons & Items:
X explosive tags.
x Mikabishi
X smoke bombs.
X kunai
Specialized Weapons & Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Chakra Reducing Gloves
Description: Kobuto wears a pair of gloves that muffle his chakra in his hands. These gloves's ability to muffle chakra also make them unable to be affected by seals. Kobuto can carry seals on them without himself being affected. The index finger of these gloves are cut off to allow him to use jutsu.
====================
Name of Weapon or Item: Jade Books of Heaven: Creation Jeweled Spear
Description: The item for which Kobuto is most known for. It is a part of a series of books that are connected together.
The book draws in chakra from a radius of half a kilometer, in proportion to it's strength, siphoning it in. The amount stolen is minuscule, and due to being proportional, is rarely ever fatal, as it will always leave a portion behind.
The cover of this book is hard as stone, and it's chakra draining amount is much higher in direct contact. Without special gloves, it can drain a person of most of their chakra in minutes. This draining on contact also renders it resistant to chakra enhanced blades, as their chakra is stolen on contact.
The pages of this book are excellent conductors of chakra as well, making them ideal for seals. Any book in the series whose first 30 pages written upon will have the writing appear across all books in the series. The pages can be erased via chakra.
The book itself consumes chakra passively, meaning there's not a 'constant' charge between battles for Kobuto to draw on, but he can steal chakra from it gathered midbattle.
====================
Name of Weapon or Item: ( '').
Description:
Special Traits
Average Chakra Pool
Average Endurance
Average Strength
Versatile Earth Style Techniques
Very Intelligent
Physically Fast
Talented in Barrier Jutsu
Talented in Seals
High Chakra Control
Techniques:
Canon Jutsu
Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique:
Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique:
Earth Release: Hiding In Rock Technique:
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage:
Earth Release: Underground Projection Fish Technique:
Earth Release: Tunneling Technique:
**He's like a fish going through rock if ya haven't guessed.
__________
Earth Release: Earth Style Wall: Kobuto's wall is engraved with Ionic Order
Earth Release: Earth Flow Spear:
Earth Release: Earth Flow Wave:
Earth Release Gun Technique:
_________
Finger Carving Seal: With Kobuto's excellent chakra control, he's able to use this to create seals at high speeds. Generally he can create a seal across his equipment at the speed it take a normal ninja to create a handsign.
Chakra Draining Seal:
Contract Seal:
Summoning Technique: Kobuto is able to summon his Jade Books of Heaven, as well as his ninja arsenal(kunai, ect.)
Chakra Absorption Technique: Used to regain chakra from his book.
Paper Shuriken
Barrier: Canopy Method Formation
Sensing Technique: Can read chakra drawn into his Jade Books of Heaven, such as the direction it came from, as well as its feel/owner
Sealed Bomb Square Release
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Explosive Tag Seal
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: The user creates the seal for an explosive tag with volatile chakra behind it.
Weakness: Being volatile, they can be detonated prematurely.
====================
Name of Technique: Seal of the Spider Bite
Type of Jutsu: fuininjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: A seal that draws from the opponents chakra system in order to seep out their chakra.
Weakness: If the seal is interupted to a large enough degree, such as from a large cut, or a burn, its effects disappear.
====================
Name of Technique: Summoning Seal: Star Crossed
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Space Time Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Placing a summoning seal onto a surface, Kobuto is able to summon an object through the surface
Weakness: Requires close range, seal can be destroyed.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Jeweled Spear Creation
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary Ninjutsu
Rank: D
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Kobuto refreshes his book, wiping clean its pages, and recreating any damaged ones.
Weakness: The paper is flammable?
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Pure Land Devastation
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: S
Range: 20 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 20
Description: Using a seal placed in the middle of the book, and flooding it with chakra with his gloves off, Kobuto increases the effects of it's chakra drain to a high degree. The drain works by blasted his chakra throughout the area, then pulling back on it. At a high cost, a simple Kai can release one from this drain, though it still removes a large amount of chakra as it will 'rip' out the portion it's latched to.
Weakness: It's heavy tax damages Kobuto's chakra system, he can only use it once a day, and it weakens his jutsu use after one use due to the damage.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Seal of Yomi
Type of Jutsu: Sealing jutsu
Rank: B
Range: 10 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 4
Description: The pages in Kobuto's book burst out, sealing an object infront of them inside them.
Weakness: DODGE! Burn the pages. Also, Jade Book of Heaven's pages need refreshing afterwards.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of the Koi Fish
Type of Jutsu: Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: A
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Using chakra gathered from the Jade Books of Heaven, Kobuto is able to create a barrier to spread out matching incoming chakra across a screen. Only large amounts can be spread out enough to have an effect.
I.e. If he's absorbed someone's chakra, he can create a barrier to black large area attacks with their own chakra, but it doesn't work against small concentrated attacks. Kobuto must concentrate to keep the barrier up. The barrier is a non-physical chakra screen
Weakness: Small attacks or physical attacks. Kunai are this barrier's worst nightmare.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of Uke Mochi
Type of Jutsu: Offensive Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 5
Description: A barrier with the consistancy of glass is created using chakra borrowed from Jade Books of Heaven. When it is broken, it shatters, and it's shards home in on the chakra used for it.
Weakness: Let it be? Dodge?
====================
Name of Technique: Earth Release: Hidden Makibishi
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary
Rank: E
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using a small of dirt that will collapse if any pressure is placed on it, dozens of Makibishi are hidden across an area.
Weakness: Don't let him place them.
====================
Name of Technique: Earth Release: Gaia Magnum
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Touching the ground with a finger, Kobuto creates a small area of pressure in it, that will eventually build up until it releases firing a small piece of earth like a bullet at his opponent.
Weakness: Dodge?
====================
Name of Technique: Finger Carving Seal: Palm Displacement
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Jutsu, Taijutsu
Rank: N/A
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using the Chakra Reducing Gloves to his advantage, Kobuto carves a seal on them that is rejected by the gloves. The seal can then be transferred to whatever he strikes. Any seal placed on his gloves will disappear in under 30 seconds.
Weakness: Whatever Seal he uses only lasts for half a minute.
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Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu:
Rank:
Range:
Nature Type:
Handseals:
Description:
Weakness:
====================</s>
<|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Kobuto, the Fox
Shocking Developments
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Kobuto watched the hole intently, his finger still halfway to Snake seal. He decided after a moment the Raikage seemed comfortable in his new home, and it was best to give him a housewarming gift, when he suddenly felt chakra surging, though Genmyou's chakra made it hard to feel it's direction. It felt bigger, did that mean it was -
Bzzzzzz.
A sudden shock of electricity ripped through Kobuto, who grunted as it hit. The electricity arced towards his book.
"Da-ah-ah-ah-amnit."
As soon as it initially hit, Kobuto muscles caused him to drop the book which was nuzzled between his elbow and side. It took less than half a second from the moment it initially hit for it to hit the ground. As soon as the book was on the ground, the attack changed targets as the book attracted chakra towards it, drawing it away from Kobuto. The extremely short time meant the damage had been minimal, but it had still had hit, and his muscles still twitched.
Kobuto ripped off his glove by biting the index finger, and panting, pressed his hand against the wall, half to pour his chakra into the rock wall, half leaning on it for support as he made his way to the right.
Earth Style: Earth Flow Wave
The concrete at the top of the building started to gather together, in a wave of earth, on the cieling above Genmyou and shaped itself into a stalactite, before it's weight pulled it down and the stucture fell down on his hole. The stalactite was 4 and a half feet wide, and 10 feet tall, weighing 16 tons. It took a bout 3 seconds to form and drop.
Meanwhile, the pages in his book charred at the electricity, the cover still intact. The book still buzzed occasionally as it continued to aborb the attack. The pages were now useless.</s>
<|message|>Genmyou --Surname expunged from all records.
Genmyou – The Shade of Clarity
Completed Preparations
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Smiling as his methods completed and his attack succeeded, Genmyou used his other chidori nagashi to finish attuning the barrier rods and once he had done so he simply substituted himself with one of the weapons he'd sent to the surface. He appeared 12 meters from Kabuto in the location that the transformed piece of equipment had been. "I thought you more observant," he stated. Simultaneously the other transformed weapons swapped with his charged barrier rods, which had transformed into specs of dirt, making the change visually undetectable.
As Kobuto was recovering Genmyou summoned Seigennashi no ei from its 'sheath' and into his left hand. He took a step forwards and used his pure anchor to summon the kunai back to himself, which he then substituted with the rods further from his person, positioning them in the air around them. They were floating and emitting a light yellow glow as lightning chakra sparked off of their forms.
He had linked the lightning chakra with his own and attuned it to the rods, thus allowing him to use the small aura of chakra around himself to effectively control the rods telekinetically without disrupting the barrier. The barrier remained a square shape and was about 10 feet tall, giving plenty of room for him to move within it. This freed up his remaining hand to utilize handseals while his left hand wielded his infamous blade. "So how shall we proceed?"</s>
| <|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Kobuto, the Fox
The Weakest Kage
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Kobuto hand left the wall. He watched the stalactite drop, and at the sound of a shattering barrier got to work, starting a series of handsigns. He still twitched from the brief contact, his speed on it's own was shot, if he wanted it back, he would either have to find some distance, gain a tempo, or....
Genmyou reappeared, something he hadn't quite expected. Kobuto groaned as he noticed Genmyou's position, and decided against his strategy. It couldn't be that easy, it wouldn't be worth the effort.
"I'm not sure why you would think I've be so observant. I don't possess a dojutsu, nor am I very able with genjutsu. My taijutsu and ninjutsu are decent at best. I think you're overestimated my abilities."
Despite his 'humility', Kobuto still had a devilish smile on his face as kicked up his book against the rail, catching it with his gloved hands.
"I suppose I'll just have to flee, thank goodness these walls are so thick, and earthy."
Kobuto stepped back against the wall, and seemed to disappear into it.
Earth Style: Hiding in Rock
The wall itself started to bulge, and those bulges headed downwards at a 45 degree angle towards the hand signs statue. The walls weren't THAT thick however, they would barely fit a man his size, skinny or not.
Earth Style: Tunneling Technique</s> |
<|description|>Kobuto Kurogana
Kurogana Kobuto - The Fox
Nickname/Alias: The Fox
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Village: Hidden Stone Village
Birthplace: Hidden Stone Village
Rank: S
Position: Tsuchikage
Chakra Nature: Earth
[url=]Additional Appearance Details:[/url] 6'3
History: At least three paragraphs.
Personality: One or more paragraphs please.
[url=]Theme:[/url] Optional.
Base Weapons & Items:
X explosive tags.
x Mikabishi
X smoke bombs.
X kunai
Specialized Weapons & Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Chakra Reducing Gloves
Description: Kobuto wears a pair of gloves that muffle his chakra in his hands. These gloves's ability to muffle chakra also make them unable to be affected by seals. Kobuto can carry seals on them without himself being affected. The index finger of these gloves are cut off to allow him to use jutsu.
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Name of Weapon or Item: Jade Books of Heaven: Creation Jeweled Spear
Description: The item for which Kobuto is most known for. It is a part of a series of books that are connected together.
The book draws in chakra from a radius of half a kilometer, in proportion to it's strength, siphoning it in. The amount stolen is minuscule, and due to being proportional, is rarely ever fatal, as it will always leave a portion behind.
The cover of this book is hard as stone, and it's chakra draining amount is much higher in direct contact. Without special gloves, it can drain a person of most of their chakra in minutes. This draining on contact also renders it resistant to chakra enhanced blades, as their chakra is stolen on contact.
The pages of this book are excellent conductors of chakra as well, making them ideal for seals. Any book in the series whose first 30 pages written upon will have the writing appear across all books in the series. The pages can be erased via chakra.
The book itself consumes chakra passively, meaning there's not a 'constant' charge between battles for Kobuto to draw on, but he can steal chakra from it gathered midbattle.
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Name of Weapon or Item: ( '').
Description:
Special Traits
Average Chakra Pool
Average Endurance
Average Strength
Versatile Earth Style Techniques
Very Intelligent
Physically Fast
Talented in Barrier Jutsu
Talented in Seals
High Chakra Control
Techniques:
Canon Jutsu
Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique:
Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique:
Earth Release: Hiding In Rock Technique:
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage:
Earth Release: Underground Projection Fish Technique:
Earth Release: Tunneling Technique:
**He's like a fish going through rock if ya haven't guessed.
__________
Earth Release: Earth Style Wall: Kobuto's wall is engraved with Ionic Order
Earth Release: Earth Flow Spear:
Earth Release: Earth Flow Wave:
Earth Release Gun Technique:
_________
Finger Carving Seal: With Kobuto's excellent chakra control, he's able to use this to create seals at high speeds. Generally he can create a seal across his equipment at the speed it take a normal ninja to create a handsign.
Chakra Draining Seal:
Contract Seal:
Summoning Technique: Kobuto is able to summon his Jade Books of Heaven, as well as his ninja arsenal(kunai, ect.)
Chakra Absorption Technique: Used to regain chakra from his book.
Paper Shuriken
Barrier: Canopy Method Formation
Sensing Technique: Can read chakra drawn into his Jade Books of Heaven, such as the direction it came from, as well as its feel/owner
Sealed Bomb Square Release
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Explosive Tag Seal
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: The user creates the seal for an explosive tag with volatile chakra behind it.
Weakness: Being volatile, they can be detonated prematurely.
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Name of Technique: Seal of the Spider Bite
Type of Jutsu: fuininjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: A seal that draws from the opponents chakra system in order to seep out their chakra.
Weakness: If the seal is interupted to a large enough degree, such as from a large cut, or a burn, its effects disappear.
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Name of Technique: Summoning Seal: Star Crossed
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Space Time Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Placing a summoning seal onto a surface, Kobuto is able to summon an object through the surface
Weakness: Requires close range, seal can be destroyed.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Jeweled Spear Creation
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary Ninjutsu
Rank: D
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Kobuto refreshes his book, wiping clean its pages, and recreating any damaged ones.
Weakness: The paper is flammable?
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Pure Land Devastation
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: S
Range: 20 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 20
Description: Using a seal placed in the middle of the book, and flooding it with chakra with his gloves off, Kobuto increases the effects of it's chakra drain to a high degree. The drain works by blasted his chakra throughout the area, then pulling back on it. At a high cost, a simple Kai can release one from this drain, though it still removes a large amount of chakra as it will 'rip' out the portion it's latched to.
Weakness: It's heavy tax damages Kobuto's chakra system, he can only use it once a day, and it weakens his jutsu use after one use due to the damage.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Seal of Yomi
Type of Jutsu: Sealing jutsu
Rank: B
Range: 10 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 4
Description: The pages in Kobuto's book burst out, sealing an object infront of them inside them.
Weakness: DODGE! Burn the pages. Also, Jade Book of Heaven's pages need refreshing afterwards.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of the Koi Fish
Type of Jutsu: Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: A
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Using chakra gathered from the Jade Books of Heaven, Kobuto is able to create a barrier to spread out matching incoming chakra across a screen. Only large amounts can be spread out enough to have an effect.
I.e. If he's absorbed someone's chakra, he can create a barrier to black large area attacks with their own chakra, but it doesn't work against small concentrated attacks. Kobuto must concentrate to keep the barrier up. The barrier is a non-physical chakra screen
Weakness: Small attacks or physical attacks. Kunai are this barrier's worst nightmare.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of Uke Mochi
Type of Jutsu: Offensive Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 5
Description: A barrier with the consistancy of glass is created using chakra borrowed from Jade Books of Heaven. When it is broken, it shatters, and it's shards home in on the chakra used for it.
Weakness: Let it be? Dodge?
====================
Name of Technique: Earth Release: Hidden Makibishi
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary
Rank: E
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using a small of dirt that will collapse if any pressure is placed on it, dozens of Makibishi are hidden across an area.
Weakness: Don't let him place them.
====================
Name of Technique: Earth Release: Gaia Magnum
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Touching the ground with a finger, Kobuto creates a small area of pressure in it, that will eventually build up until it releases firing a small piece of earth like a bullet at his opponent.
Weakness: Dodge?
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Name of Technique: Finger Carving Seal: Palm Displacement
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Jutsu, Taijutsu
Rank: N/A
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using the Chakra Reducing Gloves to his advantage, Kobuto carves a seal on them that is rejected by the gloves. The seal can then be transferred to whatever he strikes. Any seal placed on his gloves will disappear in under 30 seconds.
Weakness: Whatever Seal he uses only lasts for half a minute.
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Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu:
Rank:
Range:
Nature Type:
Handseals:
Description:
Weakness:
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<|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Kobuto, the Fox
The Weakest Kage
---
Kobuto hand left the wall. He watched the stalactite drop, and at the sound of a shattering barrier got to work, starting a series of handsigns. He still twitched from the brief contact, his speed on it's own was shot, if he wanted it back, he would either have to find some distance, gain a tempo, or....
Genmyou reappeared, something he hadn't quite expected. Kobuto groaned as he noticed Genmyou's position, and decided against his strategy. It couldn't be that easy, it wouldn't be worth the effort.
"I'm not sure why you would think I've be so observant. I don't possess a dojutsu, nor am I very able with genjutsu. My taijutsu and ninjutsu are decent at best. I think you're overestimated my abilities."
Despite his 'humility', Kobuto still had a devilish smile on his face as kicked up his book against the rail, catching it with his gloved hands.
"I suppose I'll just have to flee, thank goodness these walls are so thick, and earthy."
Kobuto stepped back against the wall, and seemed to disappear into it.
Earth Style: Hiding in Rock
The wall itself started to bulge, and those bulges headed downwards at a 45 degree angle towards the hand signs statue. The walls weren't THAT thick however, they would barely fit a man his size, skinny or not.
Earth Style: Tunneling Technique</s>
<|message|>Genmyou --Surname expunged from all records.
Genmyou – The Shade of Clarity
Playing the Long Game
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Summoning a sheet of Inshō-shi to his free hand, the kage began conducting his chakra through it, channeling it into patterns to craft a seal on the sheet's surface. As he did this he moulded chakra internally before channeling it into his Seigennashi no ei. Thus he stored a raiton technique within its form.
"If I did not know better, I would call you a terrible liar," stated the raikage as his seal finished manifesting on the surface of the sheet. It was the Kōshin kankei seal that he had placed on the sheet, but he had done so multiple times. In fact, he'd done it 10 times on the same sheet. He began folding the sheet into squares in his hand. After a two seconds he'd finished and it was at this point that he physically manifested some of his chakra, thus cutting the sheet into 10 smaller pieces. Each was 1x1 inch in size. He then charged the edges of the sheets with his raiton chakra, which he linked to his person. For a split second his barrier flickered. Something that Kobuto might not even notice.
The sheets of paper altered their composition utilizing the transformation technique, making them as hard as iron, though not even vaguely as heavy. They drifted to the ground in various locations around the battlefield, sometimes moving once more at Genmyou's behest. Once they were properly arranged Genmyou suppressed his chakra to its lowest state, giving off only enough to be identical to that given off by the pieces of paper. When he moved, so did the sheets. If he had known genjutsu he would have had them assume his appearance. He could have used the shadow clone technique or transformed them, but one required a fair deal of chakra and the other drained him gradually over time. This whole time, roughly a period of 15 seconds in total, he had continued to slowly supply chakra into his sword. It wasn't filling any of the 6 other slots.
He wondered if the Tsuchikage intended to collapse something on him or beneath him.</s>
| <|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Kobuto watched somewhat entertained. He also felt something interesting, through his book. Useless as the pages were, the volume itself continued to function. He intended to fix the paper issue as well however.
The Chakra's smaller.... no, that's not it. It's feeling scattered across those papers. Some feel larger as they are closer, others no so much. Your main chakra is less dense, you must be lowering it. Your chakra is unique, and hard to figure out, I've not felt any like it before. It's like doing a rubix cube...while blindfolded... and drunk. So nothing I haven't done before.
Now should I render his chakra scattered techniques moot, or study it a bit more? It's a hard decision, letting a man like that have what he wants is always dangerous, but my other option would render me even less able. I'm still recovering my mobility a bit, and he just might catch on soon enough. If he does, I might just be a bit hurt. If he doesn't, well, that's his problem.
Kobuto started on a series of handsigns, tucking his book under his elbow once again. Once 3 were reached, he would use Jade Books of Heaven: Jeweled Spear Creation to refresh his book. He would continue to prepare himself with more handsigns afterwards, Genmyou was, he didn't want to be caught offguard. A smile flashed seeing the barrier flash.
Well.... this might work out well. A barrier that he can control.... how unfortunate for him.
The bulges in the wall would reach the ground, then much to Genmyou's prediction, they did not simply flee the building. They headed at him at an angle. They wouldn't come straight under him, but would taunt him in a circular motion, closing in on the barrier, but not touching it.</s> |
<|description|>Kobuto Kurogana
Kurogana Kobuto - The Fox
Nickname/Alias: The Fox
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Village: Hidden Stone Village
Birthplace: Hidden Stone Village
Rank: S
Position: Tsuchikage
Chakra Nature: Earth
[url=]Additional Appearance Details:[/url] 6'3
History: At least three paragraphs.
Personality: One or more paragraphs please.
[url=]Theme:[/url] Optional.
Base Weapons & Items:
X explosive tags.
x Mikabishi
X smoke bombs.
X kunai
Specialized Weapons & Items:
Name of Weapon or Item: Chakra Reducing Gloves
Description: Kobuto wears a pair of gloves that muffle his chakra in his hands. These gloves's ability to muffle chakra also make them unable to be affected by seals. Kobuto can carry seals on them without himself being affected. The index finger of these gloves are cut off to allow him to use jutsu.
====================
Name of Weapon or Item: Jade Books of Heaven: Creation Jeweled Spear
Description: The item for which Kobuto is most known for. It is a part of a series of books that are connected together.
The book draws in chakra from a radius of half a kilometer, in proportion to it's strength, siphoning it in. The amount stolen is minuscule, and due to being proportional, is rarely ever fatal, as it will always leave a portion behind.
The cover of this book is hard as stone, and it's chakra draining amount is much higher in direct contact. Without special gloves, it can drain a person of most of their chakra in minutes. This draining on contact also renders it resistant to chakra enhanced blades, as their chakra is stolen on contact.
The pages of this book are excellent conductors of chakra as well, making them ideal for seals. Any book in the series whose first 30 pages written upon will have the writing appear across all books in the series. The pages can be erased via chakra.
The book itself consumes chakra passively, meaning there's not a 'constant' charge between battles for Kobuto to draw on, but he can steal chakra from it gathered midbattle.
====================
Name of Weapon or Item: ( '').
Description:
Special Traits
Average Chakra Pool
Average Endurance
Average Strength
Versatile Earth Style Techniques
Very Intelligent
Physically Fast
Talented in Barrier Jutsu
Talented in Seals
High Chakra Control
Techniques:
Canon Jutsu
Earth Release: Hiding Like a Mole Technique:
Earth Release: Double Suicide Decapitation Technique:
Earth Release: Hiding In Rock Technique:
Earth Release: Subterranean Voyage:
Earth Release: Underground Projection Fish Technique:
Earth Release: Tunneling Technique:
**He's like a fish going through rock if ya haven't guessed.
__________
Earth Release: Earth Style Wall: Kobuto's wall is engraved with Ionic Order
Earth Release: Earth Flow Spear:
Earth Release: Earth Flow Wave:
Earth Release Gun Technique:
_________
Finger Carving Seal: With Kobuto's excellent chakra control, he's able to use this to create seals at high speeds. Generally he can create a seal across his equipment at the speed it take a normal ninja to create a handsign.
Chakra Draining Seal:
Contract Seal:
Summoning Technique: Kobuto is able to summon his Jade Books of Heaven, as well as his ninja arsenal(kunai, ect.)
Chakra Absorption Technique: Used to regain chakra from his book.
Paper Shuriken
Barrier: Canopy Method Formation
Sensing Technique: Can read chakra drawn into his Jade Books of Heaven, such as the direction it came from, as well as its feel/owner
Sealed Bomb Square Release
Custom Jutsu
Name of Technique: Explosive Tag Seal
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: The user creates the seal for an explosive tag with volatile chakra behind it.
Weakness: Being volatile, they can be detonated prematurely.
====================
Name of Technique: Seal of the Spider Bite
Type of Jutsu: fuininjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: A seal that draws from the opponents chakra system in order to seep out their chakra.
Weakness: If the seal is interupted to a large enough degree, such as from a large cut, or a burn, its effects disappear.
====================
Name of Technique: Summoning Seal: Star Crossed
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Space Time Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Contact
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Placing a summoning seal onto a surface, Kobuto is able to summon an object through the surface
Weakness: Requires close range, seal can be destroyed.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Jeweled Spear Creation
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary Ninjutsu
Rank: D
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Kobuto refreshes his book, wiping clean its pages, and recreating any damaged ones.
Weakness: The paper is flammable?
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Pure Land Devastation
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: S
Range: 20 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 20
Description: Using a seal placed in the middle of the book, and flooding it with chakra with his gloves off, Kobuto increases the effects of it's chakra drain to a high degree. The drain works by blasted his chakra throughout the area, then pulling back on it. At a high cost, a simple Kai can release one from this drain, though it still removes a large amount of chakra as it will 'rip' out the portion it's latched to.
Weakness: It's heavy tax damages Kobuto's chakra system, he can only use it once a day, and it weakens his jutsu use after one use due to the damage.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Seal of Yomi
Type of Jutsu: Sealing jutsu
Rank: B
Range: 10 Meters
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 4
Description: The pages in Kobuto's book burst out, sealing an object infront of them inside them.
Weakness: DODGE! Burn the pages. Also, Jade Book of Heaven's pages need refreshing afterwards.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of the Koi Fish
Type of Jutsu: Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: A
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 3
Description: Using chakra gathered from the Jade Books of Heaven, Kobuto is able to create a barrier to spread out matching incoming chakra across a screen. Only large amounts can be spread out enough to have an effect.
I.e. If he's absorbed someone's chakra, he can create a barrier to black large area attacks with their own chakra, but it doesn't work against small concentrated attacks. Kobuto must concentrate to keep the barrier up. The barrier is a non-physical chakra screen
Weakness: Small attacks or physical attacks. Kunai are this barrier's worst nightmare.
====================
Name of Technique: Jade Books of Heaven: Barrier of Uke Mochi
Type of Jutsu: Offensive Barrier Ninjutsu
Rank: B
Range: Short
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: 5
Description: A barrier with the consistancy of glass is created using chakra borrowed from Jade Books of Heaven. When it is broken, it shatters, and it's shards home in on the chakra used for it.
Weakness: Let it be? Dodge?
====================
Name of Technique: Earth Release: Hidden Makibishi
Type of Jutsu: Supplimentary
Rank: E
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using a small of dirt that will collapse if any pressure is placed on it, dozens of Makibishi are hidden across an area.
Weakness: Don't let him place them.
====================
Name of Technique: Earth Release: Gaia Magnum
Type of Jutsu: Ninjutsu
Rank: C
Range: Medium
Nature Type: Earth
Handseals: N/A
Description: Touching the ground with a finger, Kobuto creates a small area of pressure in it, that will eventually build up until it releases firing a small piece of earth like a bullet at his opponent.
Weakness: Dodge?
====================
Name of Technique: Finger Carving Seal: Palm Displacement
Type of Jutsu: Sealing Jutsu, Taijutsu
Rank: N/A
Range: Close
Nature Type: N/A
Handseals: N/A
Description: Using the Chakra Reducing Gloves to his advantage, Kobuto carves a seal on them that is rejected by the gloves. The seal can then be transferred to whatever he strikes. Any seal placed on his gloves will disappear in under 30 seconds.
Weakness: Whatever Seal he uses only lasts for half a minute.
====================
Name of Technique:
Type of Jutsu:
Rank:
Range:
Nature Type:
Handseals:
Description:
Weakness:
====================</s>
<|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Round X
Chiyome Mochizuki
Chiyome rubbed her temple hunched over as she looked at the woman infront of her. Well, by woman, she supposed she should say Mizukage, but she wasn't in the mood for it. Chiyome muttered to herself.
"And here I was thinking peace talks would be nice and easy.... It never is, is it? What would Kobuto do? Damn, should have poisoned the teacup."
Chiyome stood up straight, and grabbed her staff and rushed forward. Despite being a drunk Chiyome's speed was impressive.
"Let's go, Seizetsu! One of us shames their country today!"
With that, Chiyome leaped forward, slashing forward with her staff. A line of fire erupted firing down at the Mizukage.
Cloud Style: Flame Beheading</s>
<|message|>Genmyou --Surname expunged from all records.
Sakan, Seizetsu
---
One hand against a wall as she leaned, ankles crossed in a relaxed posture, Seizetsu couldn't help but smile at the inebriated kage as she dealt with what appeared a headache. Probably from a hangover, not that it mattered too much. "Mmm, shame, had quite enough of that," she mused aloud, faking a yawn as Chiyome jumped towards her and swung. In the moment of that attack her finger slid across the wood wall she'd been touching and set it on fire, collapsing it. This caused her to fall to the right, allowing her to dodge the strike, the staff slipping through the air above her.
The expression on her face was a bemused one as her body suddenly began to spin, the wind around her picking up and then suddenly igniting, a wave of searing flame spreading from her person. The motion simultaneously stopped her fall, allowing her hand to catch her so she could leverage herself and sweep her leg out in a low swiping kick. Were it to miss flames would follow the movement, sending a wave of wind and flames in the direction of the melee attack. If uninterrupted she'd continue the motion, spinning up and to her feet, making sure to end so she faced the direction Chiyome was in. "So yeah, I think I'll pass on the whole shame gig, hunny. Not really my thing anymore," she said as the remaining flames and sparks danced upwards through the air around her.
Despite the dangerous levels of heat surrounding her, none of her clothes appeared the slightest bit singed. Nonetheless she brushed her shoulder off, glancing to make sure she'd gotten the dirt off of it.</s>
| <|message|>Kobuto Kurogana
Chiyome nearly cursed as Seizetsu burned the wall down casually. Another fire user. They were not going to leave the area unscarred, that was for sure, and a bar she liked was relatively nearby. Still, didn't matter, she had picked her fight.
Still midair, Chiyome repositioned her staff, using the other hand than the one she had used for the fire jutsu to grab near the top of the staff, and slam it in the ground, checking her momentum. Chiyome would be left atop her staff, higher than the flames were likely to be.
Chiyome looked straight at Seizetsu as she did, letting out a small electrical current through her staff, into the ground. Chiyome made no effort to stop the woman's movements, feeling the warm air as it heated up. Chiyome noted her clothes not burning... that wasn't a good sign. Then again, Chiyome had a trick or two up her sleeves with fire as well.
"Anymore? What, did you end up shame already?"
Chiyome hoped her lips would draw attention from spark or two in the bottom of her staff.
The electricity would fan out, letting only a small spark to any targets nearby, it was more of a preparatory jutsu than anything.</s> |
<|description|>Vitalia Floros
Age: 16 // Flame: Rain // Weapon: Tessen
Cheerful and polite, Vitalia is a young woman who lives a simple but otherwise uneventful life. With two rambunctious younger siblings, she usually takes on the role of a second mother when she gets home from school until the time her parents return from work. Needless to say, she's managed to build up some solid patience and compassion over the years of taking care of her little brother and sister, and her temper threshold is quite high.
Vitalia's really quite a relaxed individual, and tries to keep an open mind when it comes to meeting new people or trying new experiences. She likes to go with the flow and is essentially a follower, which unfortunately means that she's not a very assertive person. On the contrary, she can be quite the pushover, and will more than likely let others take the reins whenever possible. She finds it hard to say no to people, and can be indecisive when asked to make a choice.
Although she's always willing to lend an ear or shoulder to anyone who needs it, Vitalia has trouble accepting the same from other people. She likes to tell herself that she can solve any issue that is plaguing her on her own, but that's rarely true. Instead, she tends to bottle up her own concerns and feelings, and is more likely to try avoiding her problems rather than try to face them head on. If one were to ask her how she was, they would be hard-pressed to ever receive an answer other than "I'm fine!" unless they were someone especially close to her. Even then, it'd likely take a bit of gentle nudging.</s>
<|message|>Vitalia Floros
When he received a text from Tsuna saying that Reborn wanted all of them to meet at the brunette boy's house, Yamamoto thought little of it. Having meetings at Tsuna's house to discuss Vongola-related matters had become pretty commonplace, especially as of the last month or so. For whatever reason, Reborn had abruptly decided to gather them together once a week so that he could give them all a crash course on some of the other famiglias that were out there. Things like their names, who their boss and chosen successor was, and so on—the basics, really.
(Truthfully, Yamamoto hoped that the Arcobalenco didn't intend on testing them on their knowledge. He felt hard pressed to remember much about the last group they learned about, never mind they ones they discussed weeks prior.)
When the boy arrived at his friend's house that day, he assumed that the meeting would follow the same vein as the last few had. The last thing he would have thought Reborn would announce was that they'd be transferring to an academy meant especially for Mafioso. Apparently everything was already done too—their parents had been given a suitable excuse, all the necessary papers had been sent in, and here! He even had everyone's letters of acceptance to give them.
Poor Tsuna had nearly overturned his table as he stood up and gestured wildly, brown eyes wide in panic as he protested over this new development. Chrome, who had been seated with her back against the bed, seemed to have frozen in place, her gaze completely blank in shock. Yamamoto didn't take the time to gauge anyone else's reaction as he folded his arms across his chest and quietly lost himself to his own thoughts.
He wasn't entirely sure how to take the news. His main concern would have been finding a way to tell his dad, but that had already been done for him. That being said, suddenly being uprooted and sent off to a new school? That was a lot to take. He couldn't deny that it would provide them with a good opportunity to hone their skills, and a change in scenery was always nice, but…
After taking a bit of time to weigh the pros and cons in his head, the rain guardian's tensed shoulders relaxed, the corners of his mouth pulling into a bright smile. Alright, he had come to a decision. "Sounds like fun to me!" He laughed, reaching out to take his acceptance letter from Reborn and glancing down at it, "So this place…'Durante Academy', huh? I sure hope they have a baseball club."
***
"W-wait, I…I got it? Are you sure!?"
Vitalia's hand was trembling as the sheet of paper was passed over to her. Looking up at her mother's beaming face, she immediately dropped her eyes onto the letter, heart thrumming in her chest as she skimmed the dark ink that decorated the page.
"Dear Ms. Floros,
I am pleased to inform you that we would like to welcome you to—"
—and that was about as far as she got before she hastily thanked her mother, excused herself, and went rushing upstairs to grab her cellphone. Though she would read the letter with more care later, those first few words were enough to get the message across: she had been accepted. Vitalia had played with the idea of applying to an international school for ages now, but it wasn't until this year that she had actually sat down with her parents and discussed it. She had had plenty of concerns, especially when it came to who would care for her younger siblings, but both her mother and father had encouraged her to apply. They assured her that they'd find someone to babysit her siblings in her absence, feeling that the experience of attending school in another country would be beneficial for her.
In the end, a large part of her motivation to apply could be attributed to Nova. The knowledge that her friend would be trying to get into the same school gave her the push she needed to fill out all those forms and get everything together. Living in dorms in a foreign country with a friend? It was like a dream come for many sixteen year old girls, and Vitalia was no exception.
Needless to say, she felt the overwhelming desire to tell her friend the news—and to hopefully hear the same from her. Sitting down on her bed, Vitalia gingerly set the letter down on her lap before grabbing her phone and dialing Nova's number. As soon as the first ring sounded, the girl grinned in excitement.
"Ahh, pick up soon, Nova!"</s>
<|message|>Nova Amello
It was normal for the silver haired boy to enter the Tenth's home without knocking; Nana never liked the boys to feel like they were guests. She treated them like family and well, most people called her mama. Upon entering the kitchen he was greeted by the brunette woman. Her hair had grown a little bit longer over the years that he got to know her.
"Hello Hayato. Tsuna's up in his room." Nana smiled before looking back down at the vegetables she was cutting on the cutting board.
"Thank you ma'am." he said with a polite bow before heading up stairs. Halfway up the stairs something - correction, two things latched onto the backs of his legs and almost knocked him off balance. He looked over his shoulder at what had grabbed him, he gave an annoyed sound.
"Stupid cow!" he tried to pry the little boy off of his leg but Lambo wouldn't budge.
"Stupidera!" Lambo said as he circled his arms tighter around the teen's leg. "Tell I-pin that the great Lambo is better than her!"
The little girl gripping his opposite leg yelled something at the little boy in Chinese. Gokudera could only assume that it was some sort of insult, if the reaction of the boy was anything to go by, but Lambo usually blew things out of proportion all of the time so he didn't know if it was true or not. The silver haired boy wormed the arms of the children, who were too busy bickering to notice, from around his legs before heading up to Tsuna's room.
"Hey Tenth!"
A short time later the rest of the guardians, including the stupid cow and except for Hibari, had gathered in Tsuna's room and they were given the news.
Gokudera was quiet for a few moments until it clicked in his mind that they were going to a different school. he cried as the brunette boy stood up and a babble of mixed words bubbled from his throat. For once Gokudera was pretty calm, which was rare.
Next to him Ryohei was shouting. "Alright! A new school to the EXTREME! This is going to be EXTREMELY fun!"
"SHUT UP TURF TOP!" Gokudera growled as he turned on the older boy next to him. Damn did he need a cigarette right about now but Nana didn't like the fact that he smoked and he had enough respect for the woman to not smoke in her home.
He glared at his acceptance letter before turning his attention to the black haired Rain Guardian. Like always he seemed to be alright with everything. Gokudera was a bit excited for this new opportunity, he wanted to know about the other famiglias and he wanted them to all know that he had the best boss in the world (so he really just wanted to go there to brag about Tsuna.)
~*~
The loud, semi-annoying ring the cellphone on her nightstand brought her out of what could possibly be the best dream ever. With a zombie groan of disapproval and irritation the girl reached over and blinked a few times before answering the phone. "Mmm...'ello?" The sleepy mumble that came from the girl quickly faded into light snores for a few seconds until she perked in recognition of the voice. "Hey Vita...why are you calling at this time, It's still early you know." Never mind the fact that it was almost noon.
The girl rubbed her sleepy gray eyes as she looked around the room for something to drink. She usually kept a water bottle (okay so sometimes it held juice) on hand so she didn't have to attempt to walk down stairs at night and almost trip going down the stairs. Once was enough for her to learn that bringing the liquids to her was the best solution for everyone.
A simple snow colored envelope on her nightstand caught her attention. It probably had been placed under her cellphone by her mother. The girl almost slid off the edge of her bed as she reached for the envelope. She skimmed over the letter and in her sleepy state she could care less about the name of the school.
"Yaaay." The sleepy, monotone zombie groan that escaped her lips was enough to have her mother knocking at the door.
"Nova, is everything alright?" Her mother's slightly worried voice called from the other side of the door. Her daughter had always been a clumsy child and not a day passed that she would wind up with a bruise or a scrape.
"I was accepted. Yaaay."
She tossed her arms into the air weakly before settling down against the warm indent on her bed.
Her mother gave a soft chuckle, "Well be sure to call your father to tell him." Nova's father was away on business for a week and a half and it was a shame that he had to miss such a wonderful event.
"Did you get in too, Vita?"</s>
| <|message|>Vitalia Floros
For all his complaining and bargaining, everyone—even Tsuna himself—knew full well that the young Vongola Deicmo wasn't getting anywhere with Reborn. Once the baby hitman decided on something, there was no changing his mind. Even if they had decided to go for the democratic route, from the looks of things, it seemed as if the majority of the guardians were taking the news surprisingly well—rather positively, in fact.
The room was a cacophony of yelling and laughter, with much of the latter coming from Yamamoto. He always enjoyed how lively things were when they all gathered like this. If anything, it would have made him feel more unsettled had they been having a quiet, collected discussion right now. The last few times he could remember being a part of such a meeting had been during serious times of dire danger and stress. Because of that, he had come to associate all this noise with times of peace, since they didn't have room to be so carefree otherwise.
Noting that a certain bomber was looking at him, Yamamoto turned to grin at the other boy. "So I guess that was what those lessons Reborn gave us were for, huh?" Lifting a hand, he sheepishly scratched at the back of his neck before continuing, "To be honest, I'm having some trouble remembering a couple—"—correction, all—"—of the families we discussed so…I'll be looking to you for guidance."
He let out a laugh, feeling no shame in admitting that he had pretty much forgotten everything. He was sure that Gokudera had retained more of the information than any of them anyways.
At that point, Tsuna finally gave up with trying to argue with Reborn. When the boy slumped down beside Yamamoto with a groan, the rain guardian cheerfully pat his friend on the back. "Cheer up! Think of it as a school exchange or something! It'll be fun!" He chirped, ever the beacon of positivity.
Beside them, Lambo threw his arms up in the air and yelled that he was going to conquer his class and make them all his subordinates. Although it didn't look like he had fully grasped the lightning guardian's words, Yamamoto's smile spread even wider. "See? Lambo is excited too!"
***
Vitalia perked up with her friend answered, only for the other girl's greeting to startle a laugh out of her. To be completely fair, she knew the feeling of sleeping until noon all too well, and always relished in being able to do so. "Haha, sorry for waking you up! I just have some exciting news to share is all!"
She bounced a little on her bed as if unable to contain herself, but she remained silent when she heard shuffling noises from the line. Wondering if she should wait until Nova was a little more awake to discuss this, she cocked her head to the side at the flat, slightly drawn-out "yay". It wasn't until a moment later—after she heard the faint voice of Nova's mother—did she realize what the sleepy exclamation must have been in response to.
As soon as her hunch was confirmed, Vitalia's lips curved into a smile. "Yes, I did!" She replied, glancing down at the letter in her lap and running her fingers over the page, "I'm so glad that we both got in! I definitely think that I'll be a little homesick, but I should be okay since you'll be there with me, and—"
She suddenly fell silent as she forcibly stopped herself. Sucking in a deep breath, she held it for a few seconds before letting it out with an audible "woosh". Feeling a little more collected now, she ducked her head and let out a short, embarrassed laugh. "Sorry to be so rambunctious when you've just woken up. This has just really made my day."
Though now that she knew they had both gotten in, Vitalia realized that there was a lot of planning that had to be done. Packing, buying things they'd need, letting the necessary people know that they'd be leaving—a new list of responsibilities had materialized as soon as she had read her acceptance letter. Ever the stickler for planning things, she immediately reached for the notepad and bed on her bedside table so that she could jot down a list of things she would need to buy and to do in preparation for leaving.
"Mm, I really don't know what to expect. This will be my first time living in a dorm. You too, right, Nova?"</s> |
<|description|>Vitalia Floros
Age: 16 // Flame: Rain // Weapon: Tessen
Cheerful and polite, Vitalia is a young woman who lives a simple but otherwise uneventful life. With two rambunctious younger siblings, she usually takes on the role of a second mother when she gets home from school until the time her parents return from work. Needless to say, she's managed to build up some solid patience and compassion over the years of taking care of her little brother and sister, and her temper threshold is quite high.
Vitalia's really quite a relaxed individual, and tries to keep an open mind when it comes to meeting new people or trying new experiences. She likes to go with the flow and is essentially a follower, which unfortunately means that she's not a very assertive person. On the contrary, she can be quite the pushover, and will more than likely let others take the reins whenever possible. She finds it hard to say no to people, and can be indecisive when asked to make a choice.
Although she's always willing to lend an ear or shoulder to anyone who needs it, Vitalia has trouble accepting the same from other people. She likes to tell herself that she can solve any issue that is plaguing her on her own, but that's rarely true. Instead, she tends to bottle up her own concerns and feelings, and is more likely to try avoiding her problems rather than try to face them head on. If one were to ask her how she was, they would be hard-pressed to ever receive an answer other than "I'm fine!" unless they were someone especially close to her. Even then, it'd likely take a bit of gentle nudging.</s>
<|message|>Vitalia Floros
For all his complaining and bargaining, everyone—even Tsuna himself—knew full well that the young Vongola Deicmo wasn't getting anywhere with Reborn. Once the baby hitman decided on something, there was no changing his mind. Even if they had decided to go for the democratic route, from the looks of things, it seemed as if the majority of the guardians were taking the news surprisingly well—rather positively, in fact.
The room was a cacophony of yelling and laughter, with much of the latter coming from Yamamoto. He always enjoyed how lively things were when they all gathered like this. If anything, it would have made him feel more unsettled had they been having a quiet, collected discussion right now. The last few times he could remember being a part of such a meeting had been during serious times of dire danger and stress. Because of that, he had come to associate all this noise with times of peace, since they didn't have room to be so carefree otherwise.
Noting that a certain bomber was looking at him, Yamamoto turned to grin at the other boy. "So I guess that was what those lessons Reborn gave us were for, huh?" Lifting a hand, he sheepishly scratched at the back of his neck before continuing, "To be honest, I'm having some trouble remembering a couple—"—correction, all—"—of the families we discussed so…I'll be looking to you for guidance."
He let out a laugh, feeling no shame in admitting that he had pretty much forgotten everything. He was sure that Gokudera had retained more of the information than any of them anyways.
At that point, Tsuna finally gave up with trying to argue with Reborn. When the boy slumped down beside Yamamoto with a groan, the rain guardian cheerfully pat his friend on the back. "Cheer up! Think of it as a school exchange or something! It'll be fun!" He chirped, ever the beacon of positivity.
Beside them, Lambo threw his arms up in the air and yelled that he was going to conquer his class and make them all his subordinates. Although it didn't look like he had fully grasped the lightning guardian's words, Yamamoto's smile spread even wider. "See? Lambo is excited too!"
***
Vitalia perked up with her friend answered, only for the other girl's greeting to startle a laugh out of her. To be completely fair, she knew the feeling of sleeping until noon all too well, and always relished in being able to do so. "Haha, sorry for waking you up! I just have some exciting news to share is all!"
She bounced a little on her bed as if unable to contain herself, but she remained silent when she heard shuffling noises from the line. Wondering if she should wait until Nova was a little more awake to discuss this, she cocked her head to the side at the flat, slightly drawn-out "yay". It wasn't until a moment later—after she heard the faint voice of Nova's mother—did she realize what the sleepy exclamation must have been in response to.
As soon as her hunch was confirmed, Vitalia's lips curved into a smile. "Yes, I did!" She replied, glancing down at the letter in her lap and running her fingers over the page, "I'm so glad that we both got in! I definitely think that I'll be a little homesick, but I should be okay since you'll be there with me, and—"
She suddenly fell silent as she forcibly stopped herself. Sucking in a deep breath, she held it for a few seconds before letting it out with an audible "woosh". Feeling a little more collected now, she ducked her head and let out a short, embarrassed laugh. "Sorry to be so rambunctious when you've just woken up. This has just really made my day."
Though now that she knew they had both gotten in, Vitalia realized that there was a lot of planning that had to be done. Packing, buying things they'd need, letting the necessary people know that they'd be leaving—a new list of responsibilities had materialized as soon as she had read her acceptance letter. Ever the stickler for planning things, she immediately reached for the notepad and bed on her bedside table so that she could jot down a list of things she would need to buy and to do in preparation for leaving.
"Mm, I really don't know what to expect. This will be my first time living in a dorm. You too, right, Nova?"</s>
<|message|>Nova Amello
Gokudera's cheeks heated in the palest of pinks at the dark haired boy's words."Of course! What kind of right hand would I be if I couldn't remember anything about the families?!" Gokudera held up a fist and growled. He was proud of the fact that he was smart. He was proud of the fact that his tutors in his younger years taught him the importance of having a good education since it meant benefitting the family as a whole. Although he never spoke or acted like it, he did love this mismatched, patchwork family that Tsuna and Reborn had created.
He patted Tsuna on the back as the boy slumped in defeat and he gave a few encouraging words that had been interrupted by Nana, Bianchi (who was wearing a pair of large sunglasses) and I-pin.
Nana was smiling gently as she set down the food she had been making, Bianchi brought the plates and cups and I-pin brought the napkins. They were laid out on the small table in the middle of Tsuna's room. "I thought we could all eat lunch together." Nana said in a soft voice. She was straining to keep her voice in check. Gokudera caught the tone and the look in her eyes while almost everyone seemed to skim past those little details.
The food was passed around and soon things grew lively again. Even Gokudera was laughing.
But Nana's strained smile was still there.
~*~
"Uh-huh. I've stayed with my cousins before in hotels when we'd go travelling so I guess it'd be something like that." Nova rolled onto her stomach as she reached for a picture of her cousins that she kept on her small night stand. Her mother's sister, her aunt, was very dear to Nova and they used to visit all of the time when she was younger but when her aunt died unexpectedly things changed and for a little while they didn't visit as much as they used to.
"We'll be able to meet all sorts of people."
She kept in touch with her cousins and almost every summer she and her parents would travel to visit them. The last few summers became harder as her cousins grew up and branched off to do their own things and she couldn't visit them for long. Nova sighed before placing the picture back on the night stand. She rested her chin on her pillow and a small smile came to her face. "And we'll be able to learn so much about other countries and we'll make all sorts of new friends."
Nova was excited but her heart was thumping nervously in her chest. There was a tiny part of her that wondered if her mom and dad would be okay. She was an only child. There would be no one here to keep her mom company when her dad was out on business. Her mom was a quiet woman with a few friends who all lived in different countries.
"What about your siblings. Have your parents found someone to watch them?"</s>
| <|message|>Vitalia Floros
Gokudera's confident reply earned a loud, relieved laugh from the rain guardian. "Oh, good! Then I'll rely on you for that, Gokudera-kun!" He grinned, setting his hands flat against the ground and leaning back, "It sounds pretty exciting though, huh? Getting to meet other families sounds great!" They were already acquainted with a pretty good number of families—in fact, the number of allies the Vongola had gained since Tsuna first met Reborn was pretty impressive—though their initial meeting with some of them had been a little…rocky. Their relationship with the Shimon Famiglia in particular had been quite the uphill climb.
Yamamoto grimaced as the location of his past wound—courtesy of one of Shimon's guardian—seemed to throb at the memory. He definitely held no ill will to the other boy for the attack, but damn. Those had been some harrowing times.
With Nana's arrival, he focused on having lunch with everyone instead. Moving to sit around the small table, the boy merrily chatted with (or rather, at) the still-sticken Tsuna about their upcoming trip. Unlike their keen-eyed storm guardian, Yamamoto was not immediately aware of his friend's mother's distress. He had been too distracted to notice that the woman didn't seem quite as bright and cheerful as usual.
Eventually, however, his gaze did momentarily flicker towards her. For his friendly and seemingly dense disposition, the boy really wasn't as thick as some people tended to assume. Perhaps he could be a little oblivious to certain matters, but not when they concerned other people and their feelings. Perking up at the realization that Nana's smile appeared strained, the excitement on his face flickered for a moment before he directed a grin towards her.
"Thank you for all the food, it's as delicious as ever! We're definitely looking forward to having it again once we're back, haha!"
***
At the mention of hotels, Vitalia let out a little hum. She had only gone on trips with her family before, so she supposed she couldn't liken her own hotel stays to what it'd be like to live in a dorm. For a teenage girl, living with friends was completely different from living with one's parents or her younger siblings—it was a completely different experience, and one that she was really excited to see for herself.
"Yeah! I hope we'll manage to make a lot of friends there too." She could just imagine all the people they'd meet. She wanted to learn firsthand about different cultures, and she as sure that someone at their school would be interested to learn about where they were from as well. They wouldn't only be given the opportunity to further their studies at this school, but they'd get to broaden their world knowledge as a whole. By the time they came back, she was sure that they'd be much more mature and knowledgeable.
…Er, hopefully. That was the ideal, anyways.
At the mention of her siblings, Vitalia's shoulders drooped slightly. "Ah…yeah. They did manage to find someone! I just feel a little…weird going off and leaving them alone, you know?" Setting down the pen that she had been absently jotting notes with, she let out a sigh. This was followed shortly after by a dry laugh. "I kind of feel like a mom whose kids are leaving the nest for the first time, only it's the mom that's leaving in this case." She knew that her parents would be there as always in the evening to take care of her siblings, but still. At the very least, she'd definitely miss them a lot.
Trying to shake off the layer of melancholy that seemed to have draped over her, the girl forced herself to brighten up again. "But hey, let's go out together and buy some stuff we'll need, okay?"</s> |
<|description|>Jacob Lorien
Age: 124
Species: Dragon
Appearance:
Human Appearance:
Background: The runt of a dragon litter, Jacob was abandoned at a young age by his parents, left stranded in a human village with a cover of magic to give him human form. He was found by a couple and grew up as a human. Once he hit his teenage years, however, his aging slowed, and he began to notice things which weren't normal. His ability to breathe fire, for instance. He never felt heat, and, eventually, he began to notice he could phase draconic features in and out. Of course, he then had to run away. With his noticeable lack of aging, and his odd traits, he was beginning to arouse suspicion. Eventually, he got control of his abilities, and completely stopped aging. He has been at the academy for a number of years, and is, currently, the only permanent resident.
Any other information: Has a pet shadow creature which can change shape, usually settles in the form of a black panther. Name of Shade. He is also a panromantic asexual, but tends not to be interested in relationships.
Name: Alexander Loss
Age: 19
Species: Werewolf (controlled shape-shifter variety)
Appearance:
Wolf Appearance: But bigger.
Background: Bitten when he was just 5 years old, Alex has been a werewolf as long as he could remember. He has learned, by this point, to control it, and is no longer affected by the moon. Now he can shift at will, he just keeps his emotions in check. It's inadvisable to make him angry, so it's lucky he's such a calm fella.
Any other information: He is bisexual, but likes to describe himself as a lone wolf. Mainly because he's been single his entire life.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob knelt down next to Lily and hovered a hand over her leg, as he did so a warm light emanated from his hand, covering the injury and speeding up the healing process. When he was finished, he pulled out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her so she could wipe off any dirt that remained on her leg from where she had fallen.
"There you go, good as new." He smiled, standing again and facing the group. "The school is westbound from the forest." He told them, gesturing at the sun, which was still rising. "You'll see what the place is like when we get there, its indescribable... Literally. There is magic at work which prevents people from describing it to others. In terms of people, at the moment there's only me and on other who are still there. There are a few new people coming in though. You five are the first lot to arrive, I believe."</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Michael watched his sister with a sigh. Honestly, he loved his sister, and would do anything for her. But she was such a baby sometimes. At this thought, he shot a dark look at Gabriel. Maybe Lily wouldn't act like such a little kid if he'd stop spoiling her all the time.
Lily's eyes shined bright as gems. "Wooow, thank you!" she said, jumping up. She brushed her hands over her dress, smoothing it out. It was dirty, but she didn't seem to mind. "I'm Lily," she said, holding out her hand to the boy who healed her. "And this is Gabe-"
"Gabriel," the dark-haired boy mumbled in correction.
"And this is Michael." She beamed, showing a smile that reflected the purity of her innocence.
Lily observed the conversation between Jacob and the other girl. She wondered how big the academy was. Was it a large school, or a small one? She couldn't wait to see, and began to tug at the hem of her brother's shirt, antsy to get a move on.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
"Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Jacob. I'm the closest this school has got to a caretaker, I guess." He scratched the back of his neck and smiled. "I've been here for about 30 years. And before you guys comment on that, I'm older than I look." He chuckled and placed his hands in his pockets. He'd been alone for a while in the school, being around this many people was making him a little awkward and fidgety.</s>
<|message|>Alicia Fullen
Perched atop the steps which led into the Academy's main door, sat the white haired male who was gazing with curious violet eyes at all the new comers milling about below. A soft smile graced his lips as he spotted a number of new females and males smile turning into a sly smirk. With Jayden already having been a resident of the Academy for a number of years, he'd made it one of his unofficial jobs to be a guide to the new kids, and to show that people could be friendly.
With a groan, she stood then stretched, bones creaking and popping back into place as she did so before descending down the stairs and into the milling crowds, "Alright, newbies over here please. I'll be your unofficial guide! C'mon group up."
--
It had taken many weeks for Alicia to finally stumble upon the area where the academy was situated, not being used to walking on two legs rather than swimming places. Having to deal with unfamiliar sights and sounds, surrounded by the very gender she despised almost constantly. It was a harsh road, but now being in the right place had her calmer and happier than the blonde hair been in weeks.
Cutting through the brush, the girl sighed quietly and stopped to pull out a small map which was her only saving grace on her journey. "Now, where the hell am I going... map says east." she spoke aloud, voice echoing through the surrounding greenery followed by her crunching footsteps as her journey continued. Multiple voices echoed through the forest, but Alicia thought it best to avoid them - she could hear male undertones and she wasn't fully used to speaking on polite terms with them yet and thus continued on her way, although they could probably hear her stomping through.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob wondered if he should warn the others about the inertly flirtatious nature of his current schoolmate, and was torn with the idea, as it would be quite amusing to watch the reactions. However he wasn't the type to let people walk into something if he could assist beforehand.
"I do feel I should warn you about the other guy who lives here at the moment. He can be... a little full on." He said, chuckling.
Alex headed over to the guy who had called the new people over, he seemed to know what he was talking about, and figured he could use a tour.</s>
<|message|>Mar Klets
"Nice to meet you Alex," Mar said, concentrating to make his hand more corporeal for the handshake. He didn't typically phase through solid objects if he didn't want to, but it felt unsettling and intrusive with living beings. "I just got here as well, I only heard about this place from rumors," he admitted, following Alex to the person who introduced himself as their guide.</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Gabriel felt his sister's nudge, and glanced at her. He knew she would run off if he didn't start to head off. And that was what got her a scraped knee in the first place. For safety, he caught her hand with his, making sure she wouldn't run off this time.
Michael felt a twinge of annoyance at his older sibling's rush to be off. He'd wanted to talk a bit longer and see if he could figure out anything else. But the three of them always stuck together, so he grudgingly followed, the crunch of dead leaves under his feet announcing his departure.
Finally, the twins found the border of the woods. And there was the school. As they walked through the front gates, Lily's mouth dropped open. "Whoaaa, so cool! It's really a castle. Do you think it's really old?"
Gabriel tightened his grip on his sister's hand, sensing that she was preparing to run off again. He was about to try redirecting her attention to something else to keep her from running off when a loud male voice rang out. He glanced back at his younger brother, about to say something to him when he felt the hand in his vanish. He looked back to see Lily running up to greet the boy who'd spoke.
"Hey! We're new too," Lily said as she stopped in front of the boy who'd called out. Michael and Gabriel caught up a moment later, though neither boy made attempts to be hasty like their sister.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Alex chuckled. "I got an invitation. Apparently most people can't find this place unless they're meant to. Some weird supernatural thing protects it from being found by people who aren't meant to be here, apparently." He shrugged. "Sounds like nonsense to me, but hey, I'm a werewolf, so I know not everything is black and white."
Jacob realised they had gotten out of the forest and smiled to the rest of the group before running to join Jayden at the top of the stairs. "Pretty sure that was my job, but you can help out if you like." He winked and turned to the group of new students. "Welcome to the academy. I'm sure you all have a lot of questions."</s>
<|message|>Phineas Soloman
Mara and Phineas followed the group, slowing as they reached the school. Phineas stared at the building before them, mouth agape in awe. The estate towered above them like a living beast. It's many eyes gazed at the woods around it, as if warily watching for potential dangers to its occupants. Before it was a large door, a small group already forming at the top of the steps.
"This is amazing!" Mara gasped. "Will we get to explore? Do we get our own rooms? Can we have roommates? Will I get kicked out if I accidentally blow of the room?"
Phineas gazed around, a thoughtful expression on his face. Hidden unless meant to be found? Rumor or no, the thought was strangely comforting. A place where he was not just welcome, but expected. A small smile crept up his face as he gradually relaxed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. He turned to the closest person next to him and gave them a shy smile. "Hello," he greeted. "My name is Phineas."</s>
<|message|>Alicia Fullen
Once a small group had gathered around him, Jayden locked eyes with pretty much all of them before going to speak - only to be cut off by Jacob, the comment causing the drider to snigger and shake his head. "You were taking your sweet time, so I took the initiative."
His violet eyes took on a mischievous glint as he stood back and waited for Jacob to finish the introductions before speaking himself; "Us two are the ones who've been the longest residents here, Jacob," he pointed at Jacob, "Being the longest resident, myself being here practically a tenth of the time he has. So he's the one you should really go to if you have any questions."
--
Alicia eventually stumbled upon the academy, ears picking up a masculine voice asking all new students to gather around him - which she did so although somewhat hesitantly. She was nervous, being surrounded by so many people but also comforted in knowing they all had to hide from the humans for fear of what they could do.
Hearing a voice next to her, Alicia jumped before settling down and gazing curiously at the... spirit? next to her, who'd introduced themselves as Phineas. "Alicia, it's nice to meet you too..." she responded hesitantly, azure eyes looking the male up and down.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob nodded sagely as Jayden spoke. "Yes, and since Jayden has a knack for ignoring what I tell him, he likely wouldn't know the answer even if I had explained it a thousand times." He smirked, winking at Jayden before turning and pushing his hand out, releasing a gust of air which blew open the doors. "Shall we start the tour?" He asked, turning to face the group once more.</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Morning sunlight shone on hair as pale as moonlight. A young girl shielded her sanguine eyes with her hand, squinting. The school was just up ahead. Miyuki let out a long, drawn-out sigh. This was it, she supposed. The start of her new life. She'd just entered the gates when she realized a crowd was gather. Curious, she hesitantly approached the edge of the crowd, keeping a distance, but making sure she could hear what was going on.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob walked toward the now open door, gesturing for the other students to follow him. "Come on then, we'll show you around. Don't fall behind, and don't wander off. If you get lost, then it might take you a while to figure out how to get back. This school is deceptively difficult to navigate if you don't know your way around." He chuckled.
The charms on the school to keep it hidden were very extensive, and the ease of getting lost was one such perk. If someone didn't know the school at all, it would protect itself, assuming they were not a student, and keep them lost, until a student found them and could either guide them to where they needed to be, or, if they were a threat, wipe their memory and leave them somewhere safe. This was why the initial tour was always so important to the students, and why Jacob had been giving tours for the last 28 years.</s>
<|message|>Alicia Fullen
Alicia sighed gently before shrugging and following the two males who were their supposed guides for the next few hours - azure eyes looking them up and down suspiciously as they joked with each other. Her senses were going haywire at being surrounded by so many different people, people like her whom were not the "norm" as humans would say. Luckily for her she'd had a charm cast on her before leaving her home, making her able to blend in with the human populace until she was ready to return but many of the others seemed to be not-so-normal... she almost felt sorry for them.
--
"You also have a knack for ignoring me, so I think we're even there." Jayden retorted, an indignant look upon his face as they entered their home allowing the students to have their first look at the magnificent structure now surrounding them. "This will be your new home, for however long you need it to be. So treat it with respect, and it'll treat you the same." The charms set around the Academy were also set to prevent any minor (and accidental) damage, but those who did manage to damage the school intentionally were severely punished.</s>
| <|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob chuckled. "I only ignore some of the things you said, Jayden, and even then it's only the things that are better off ignored." He smirked before turning to the group. "Welcome to the entrance hall." He smiled, gesturing to the grand room around them. There was a spiral staircase on one side, and an elevator on the other, as well as doors branching off in each of the four compass points. "This is the easiest point to navigate from, in my opinion, it is the centre of the school, everything else goes outward from here." He gestured to a desk at the side of the main door. "That desk there is not manned, but there is an enchanted bell on it, if you ring that, someone will hear you, generally myself, and will come and guide you to wherever you need to be, or answer any questions you may have."</s> |
<|description|>Lily Valois
Age: 16
Species: Nephilim
Appearance: Strawberry blonde tresses, tied up with twin hair bows. Wide, bright green eyes that gaze out into the world. Slight with a rosy skin tone, Lily is as lovely as her name implies. Her features are delicate and feminine, with large, round eyes, rosy cheeks, and curved lips. She walks with a cheerful bounce in her step. Her figure is slim, with an average waist and bust. She's slightly on the short side, with an average weight.
Human Appearance: N/A
Background: Lily's father is a fallen angel. After falling in love with a human woman, he gave up his wings in order to be with her. Lily and her two brothers were the result of their congregation. She is the middle triplet.
Any other information: Birth name is Eve.
Name: Gabriel Valois
Age: 16
Species: Nephilim
Appearance: Jet black hair is an off-set to a rather pale, pointed face. Eyes like onyx stones set beneath a prominent brow. A boy who always carries a serious expression, Gabriel's face is handsome, with a slight mustache and a thin, pointed beard. He has a lean build, not muscular, but not scrawny, either. He's rather tall for his age, but not unusually so.
Human Appearance: N/A
Background: Gabriel's father is a fallen angel. After falling in love with a human woman, he gave up his wings in order to be with her. Gabriel and his two siblings were the result of their congregation. He is the eldest triplet.
Any other information: Hates being called 'Gabe.' Endures it from his sister.
Name: Michael Valois
Age: 16
Species: Nephilim
Appearance: Messy blonde hair sticks up in every direction. An average-looking teenager with a round face and pale blue eyes, Michael has a light honey-kissed skin tone quite different from his pale-skinned brother and rosy-skinned sister. He's slightly shorter than most boys his age, and rather scrawny.
Human Appearance: N/A
Background: Michael's father is a fallen angel. After falling in love with a human woman, he gave up his wings in order to be with her. Michael and his two siblings were the result of their congregation. He is the youngest triplet.
Any other information: N/A
Name: Miyuki Haasan
Age: 15
Species: Half-Demon
Appearance: Flowing hair the color of purest snow, thick-lashed eyes the color of Merlot. Miyuki's eyes are accented by a pair of red-rimmed glasses. Her cheekbones are high, her chin pointed. She has a sad, rejected look in her eyes, which are often downcast. Average height with a slighly larger than average bust.
Human Appearance: N/A
Background: Miyuki is the product of a demon father and witch mother. Her father passed away a few years ago, although she doesn't speak about this. She's faced a lot of racial discrimination, never quite fitting in with humans or demons.
Any other information: N/A</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Lily perked up when she heard that the winged boy could heal her. "Really?" she said. She tapped Gabriel on the shoulder, and he set her down on the ground, sitting. She pulled the hem of her dress up past her knee, exposing the injury she'd gotten. The scrape was quite nasty. Her Nephilim blood had caused it to heal slightly, but not nearly complete. She stretched out her leg, looking at the boy who offered to heal her hopefully.</s>
<|message|>Phineas Soloman
Well that got Mara's attention. "You're going to the academy too?" She brightened considerably. Finally, no more running around in complete circles. "Some directions would help, thanks. I'm Mara, by the way. And this--" She frowned at her invisible companion, annoyance flashing in her gaze. "Phinny, do you mind? I'm talking to air here."
"Sorry!" Phineas slowly willed himself into view, though remained semi translucent. As helpful as these people were, there was still an inkling of anxiety buried deep in Phineas formed by centuries of solitude. He smiled shyly, staying behind Mara. "My name is Phineas. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Mara turned to the winged boy. "So you're from the academy, huh?" She placed her hands on her hips. "What's it like there? How many others like us?"</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob knelt down next to Lily and hovered a hand over her leg, as he did so a warm light emanated from his hand, covering the injury and speeding up the healing process. When he was finished, he pulled out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her so she could wipe off any dirt that remained on her leg from where she had fallen.
"There you go, good as new." He smiled, standing again and facing the group. "The school is westbound from the forest." He told them, gesturing at the sun, which was still rising. "You'll see what the place is like when we get there, its indescribable... Literally. There is magic at work which prevents people from describing it to others. In terms of people, at the moment there's only me and on other who are still there. There are a few new people coming in though. You five are the first lot to arrive, I believe."</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Michael watched his sister with a sigh. Honestly, he loved his sister, and would do anything for her. But she was such a baby sometimes. At this thought, he shot a dark look at Gabriel. Maybe Lily wouldn't act like such a little kid if he'd stop spoiling her all the time.
Lily's eyes shined bright as gems. "Wooow, thank you!" she said, jumping up. She brushed her hands over her dress, smoothing it out. It was dirty, but she didn't seem to mind. "I'm Lily," she said, holding out her hand to the boy who healed her. "And this is Gabe-"
"Gabriel," the dark-haired boy mumbled in correction.
"And this is Michael." She beamed, showing a smile that reflected the purity of her innocence.
Lily observed the conversation between Jacob and the other girl. She wondered how big the academy was. Was it a large school, or a small one? She couldn't wait to see, and began to tug at the hem of her brother's shirt, antsy to get a move on.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
"Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Jacob. I'm the closest this school has got to a caretaker, I guess." He scratched the back of his neck and smiled. "I've been here for about 30 years. And before you guys comment on that, I'm older than I look." He chuckled and placed his hands in his pockets. He'd been alone for a while in the school, being around this many people was making him a little awkward and fidgety.</s>
<|message|>Alicia Fullen
Perched atop the steps which led into the Academy's main door, sat the white haired male who was gazing with curious violet eyes at all the new comers milling about below. A soft smile graced his lips as he spotted a number of new females and males smile turning into a sly smirk. With Jayden already having been a resident of the Academy for a number of years, he'd made it one of his unofficial jobs to be a guide to the new kids, and to show that people could be friendly.
With a groan, she stood then stretched, bones creaking and popping back into place as she did so before descending down the stairs and into the milling crowds, "Alright, newbies over here please. I'll be your unofficial guide! C'mon group up."
--
It had taken many weeks for Alicia to finally stumble upon the area where the academy was situated, not being used to walking on two legs rather than swimming places. Having to deal with unfamiliar sights and sounds, surrounded by the very gender she despised almost constantly. It was a harsh road, but now being in the right place had her calmer and happier than the blonde hair been in weeks.
Cutting through the brush, the girl sighed quietly and stopped to pull out a small map which was her only saving grace on her journey. "Now, where the hell am I going... map says east." she spoke aloud, voice echoing through the surrounding greenery followed by her crunching footsteps as her journey continued. Multiple voices echoed through the forest, but Alicia thought it best to avoid them - she could hear male undertones and she wasn't fully used to speaking on polite terms with them yet and thus continued on her way, although they could probably hear her stomping through.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob wondered if he should warn the others about the inertly flirtatious nature of his current schoolmate, and was torn with the idea, as it would be quite amusing to watch the reactions. However he wasn't the type to let people walk into something if he could assist beforehand.
"I do feel I should warn you about the other guy who lives here at the moment. He can be... a little full on." He said, chuckling.
Alex headed over to the guy who had called the new people over, he seemed to know what he was talking about, and figured he could use a tour.</s>
<|message|>Mar Klets
"Nice to meet you Alex," Mar said, concentrating to make his hand more corporeal for the handshake. He didn't typically phase through solid objects if he didn't want to, but it felt unsettling and intrusive with living beings. "I just got here as well, I only heard about this place from rumors," he admitted, following Alex to the person who introduced himself as their guide.</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Gabriel felt his sister's nudge, and glanced at her. He knew she would run off if he didn't start to head off. And that was what got her a scraped knee in the first place. For safety, he caught her hand with his, making sure she wouldn't run off this time.
Michael felt a twinge of annoyance at his older sibling's rush to be off. He'd wanted to talk a bit longer and see if he could figure out anything else. But the three of them always stuck together, so he grudgingly followed, the crunch of dead leaves under his feet announcing his departure.
Finally, the twins found the border of the woods. And there was the school. As they walked through the front gates, Lily's mouth dropped open. "Whoaaa, so cool! It's really a castle. Do you think it's really old?"
Gabriel tightened his grip on his sister's hand, sensing that she was preparing to run off again. He was about to try redirecting her attention to something else to keep her from running off when a loud male voice rang out. He glanced back at his younger brother, about to say something to him when he felt the hand in his vanish. He looked back to see Lily running up to greet the boy who'd spoke.
"Hey! We're new too," Lily said as she stopped in front of the boy who'd called out. Michael and Gabriel caught up a moment later, though neither boy made attempts to be hasty like their sister.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Alex chuckled. "I got an invitation. Apparently most people can't find this place unless they're meant to. Some weird supernatural thing protects it from being found by people who aren't meant to be here, apparently." He shrugged. "Sounds like nonsense to me, but hey, I'm a werewolf, so I know not everything is black and white."
Jacob realised they had gotten out of the forest and smiled to the rest of the group before running to join Jayden at the top of the stairs. "Pretty sure that was my job, but you can help out if you like." He winked and turned to the group of new students. "Welcome to the academy. I'm sure you all have a lot of questions."</s>
<|message|>Phineas Soloman
Mara and Phineas followed the group, slowing as they reached the school. Phineas stared at the building before them, mouth agape in awe. The estate towered above them like a living beast. It's many eyes gazed at the woods around it, as if warily watching for potential dangers to its occupants. Before it was a large door, a small group already forming at the top of the steps.
"This is amazing!" Mara gasped. "Will we get to explore? Do we get our own rooms? Can we have roommates? Will I get kicked out if I accidentally blow of the room?"
Phineas gazed around, a thoughtful expression on his face. Hidden unless meant to be found? Rumor or no, the thought was strangely comforting. A place where he was not just welcome, but expected. A small smile crept up his face as he gradually relaxed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. He turned to the closest person next to him and gave them a shy smile. "Hello," he greeted. "My name is Phineas."</s>
<|message|>Alicia Fullen
Once a small group had gathered around him, Jayden locked eyes with pretty much all of them before going to speak - only to be cut off by Jacob, the comment causing the drider to snigger and shake his head. "You were taking your sweet time, so I took the initiative."
His violet eyes took on a mischievous glint as he stood back and waited for Jacob to finish the introductions before speaking himself; "Us two are the ones who've been the longest residents here, Jacob," he pointed at Jacob, "Being the longest resident, myself being here practically a tenth of the time he has. So he's the one you should really go to if you have any questions."
--
Alicia eventually stumbled upon the academy, ears picking up a masculine voice asking all new students to gather around him - which she did so although somewhat hesitantly. She was nervous, being surrounded by so many people but also comforted in knowing they all had to hide from the humans for fear of what they could do.
Hearing a voice next to her, Alicia jumped before settling down and gazing curiously at the... spirit? next to her, who'd introduced themselves as Phineas. "Alicia, it's nice to meet you too..." she responded hesitantly, azure eyes looking the male up and down.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob nodded sagely as Jayden spoke. "Yes, and since Jayden has a knack for ignoring what I tell him, he likely wouldn't know the answer even if I had explained it a thousand times." He smirked, winking at Jayden before turning and pushing his hand out, releasing a gust of air which blew open the doors. "Shall we start the tour?" He asked, turning to face the group once more.</s>
| <|message|>Lily Valois
Morning sunlight shone on hair as pale as moonlight. A young girl shielded her sanguine eyes with her hand, squinting. The school was just up ahead. Miyuki let out a long, drawn-out sigh. This was it, she supposed. The start of her new life. She'd just entered the gates when she realized a crowd was gather. Curious, she hesitantly approached the edge of the crowd, keeping a distance, but making sure she could hear what was going on.</s> |
<|description|>Phineas Soloman
Age: 200 or so, appears 14
Species: Spirit
Appearance:
Background: Once a happy-go-lucky boy living in a cabin in the woods, Phineas met his end when he fell into a frozen lake. With his family unable to retrieve his body for a proper burial, he was cursed to wander the woods as a ghost. Centuries passed in his monotonous haunting. It seemed that he would remain that way for eternity. That is, until he came upon a young witch named Mara. The two struck up an unusual friendship, and it was from her that he learned of the Academy. Desperate, he pleaded to join her, eventually making his way to his new home.
Any other information:
•Phineas is able to disappear and reappear at will. He usually does the former when he's shy, sad, or embarrassed.
•He is also able to phase through people and objects. However, doing so to people causes a weird sensation and them to turn cold.
Name: Mara Dalia
Age: 17
Species: Witch
Appearance:
Background: Mara was raised amongst a family of powerful witches. The youngest of five siblings, all skilled in various crafts, much was expected of Mara. Unfortunately, she was a bit of a late bloomer. Her powers didn't show until she was thirteen, and even then they were wild and uncontrollable. Over the years, Mara struggled to control her powers and catch up with her family, to no avail. As a last resort, her family sent her away to the Academy. On the way, she became across a ghost named Phineas and together the two ended up at the Academy.
Any other information:
•While Mara struggles with spells, she's quite skilled in potions. Experimenting with such volatile ingredients, however, have yielded some...explosive...results.</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Soon, suddenly, the woods were filled with activity. People appeared from around them, rushing to find the source of the noise they'd a moment ago. Michael, Gabriel, and Lily seemed more startled than alarmed, really. Soon, their group of three had increased to five, three in the group appearing bewildered, two in the group looking like the human embodiment of a dog with it's hackles raised. Gabriel had just opened his mouth to explain himself to the girl that had shown up when a boy appeared as well.
The entire situation was almost comical, except, it was rather... awkward. Gabriel opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't seem to find anything to say. There was several seconds of awkward silence before he finally said "Well, you see... My sister, she uh... She scraped her knee."
Michael covered his mouth with a closed hand, stiffing a giggle. Gabriel awkwardly looked away from the others. Lily let out another pitiful sniffle, mumbling "It really hurts."</s>
<|message|>Phineas Soloman
Phineas jumped as another boy quite literally flew down, joining the forming crowd. Just when did this quiet forest get so crowded? The chill around him grew until Mara's breath came out as a faint mist. It'd been awhile since he'd been around this many people, and the sudden gathering wasn't exactly calming his nerves.
"So that explains the scream," Mara mused, lowering her staff.
Phineas peeked over the witch's shoulders, staring at the strangers with a newfound curiosity. Moments before, he would have assumed they were merely a lost bunch of humans. But seeing as how a boy just flew from the sky, he doubted that was the case. "What brings you lot out here?" Phineas asked, momentarily forgetting of his current disappearing act.</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Gabriel, who usually preferred not to socialize with others, cast his dark gaze down to the leaf-coated floor. Michael, who was much more friendly and outgoing, looked around, confused as to who had just spoken. Feeling awkward, he looked at the winged boy and answered. "Uhm... We're trying to find the Academia Mythica. We're new students there. Do any of you have an idea of where it's at?"
Lily was, for once, almost completely silent. Michael realized that it's actually rather nice, being able to speak without his sister interrupting him every other second.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Alex turned to face the person who approached him and inclined his head. "The name's Alex. And, technically, not yet. I only arrived like 5 minutes ago." He shrugged, shaking Mar's hand. "So, do you have any idea what to expect here?"
Jacob beamed at the group. "I can lead the way. I've been here for a couple of decades now, these woods are like a second home." He told them, smiling. "If you want, I can take care of that scrape as well? I have quite the knack for healing." He told them, folding his wings until they disappeared.</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Lily perked up when she heard that the winged boy could heal her. "Really?" she said. She tapped Gabriel on the shoulder, and he set her down on the ground, sitting. She pulled the hem of her dress up past her knee, exposing the injury she'd gotten. The scrape was quite nasty. Her Nephilim blood had caused it to heal slightly, but not nearly complete. She stretched out her leg, looking at the boy who offered to heal her hopefully.</s>
<|message|>Phineas Soloman
Well that got Mara's attention. "You're going to the academy too?" She brightened considerably. Finally, no more running around in complete circles. "Some directions would help, thanks. I'm Mara, by the way. And this--" She frowned at her invisible companion, annoyance flashing in her gaze. "Phinny, do you mind? I'm talking to air here."
"Sorry!" Phineas slowly willed himself into view, though remained semi translucent. As helpful as these people were, there was still an inkling of anxiety buried deep in Phineas formed by centuries of solitude. He smiled shyly, staying behind Mara. "My name is Phineas. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Mara turned to the winged boy. "So you're from the academy, huh?" She placed her hands on her hips. "What's it like there? How many others like us?"</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob knelt down next to Lily and hovered a hand over her leg, as he did so a warm light emanated from his hand, covering the injury and speeding up the healing process. When he was finished, he pulled out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her so she could wipe off any dirt that remained on her leg from where she had fallen.
"There you go, good as new." He smiled, standing again and facing the group. "The school is westbound from the forest." He told them, gesturing at the sun, which was still rising. "You'll see what the place is like when we get there, its indescribable... Literally. There is magic at work which prevents people from describing it to others. In terms of people, at the moment there's only me and on other who are still there. There are a few new people coming in though. You five are the first lot to arrive, I believe."</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Michael watched his sister with a sigh. Honestly, he loved his sister, and would do anything for her. But she was such a baby sometimes. At this thought, he shot a dark look at Gabriel. Maybe Lily wouldn't act like such a little kid if he'd stop spoiling her all the time.
Lily's eyes shined bright as gems. "Wooow, thank you!" she said, jumping up. She brushed her hands over her dress, smoothing it out. It was dirty, but she didn't seem to mind. "I'm Lily," she said, holding out her hand to the boy who healed her. "And this is Gabe-"
"Gabriel," the dark-haired boy mumbled in correction.
"And this is Michael." She beamed, showing a smile that reflected the purity of her innocence.
Lily observed the conversation between Jacob and the other girl. She wondered how big the academy was. Was it a large school, or a small one? She couldn't wait to see, and began to tug at the hem of her brother's shirt, antsy to get a move on.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
"Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Jacob. I'm the closest this school has got to a caretaker, I guess." He scratched the back of his neck and smiled. "I've been here for about 30 years. And before you guys comment on that, I'm older than I look." He chuckled and placed his hands in his pockets. He'd been alone for a while in the school, being around this many people was making him a little awkward and fidgety.</s>
<|message|>Alicia Fullen
Perched atop the steps which led into the Academy's main door, sat the white haired male who was gazing with curious violet eyes at all the new comers milling about below. A soft smile graced his lips as he spotted a number of new females and males smile turning into a sly smirk. With Jayden already having been a resident of the Academy for a number of years, he'd made it one of his unofficial jobs to be a guide to the new kids, and to show that people could be friendly.
With a groan, she stood then stretched, bones creaking and popping back into place as she did so before descending down the stairs and into the milling crowds, "Alright, newbies over here please. I'll be your unofficial guide! C'mon group up."
--
It had taken many weeks for Alicia to finally stumble upon the area where the academy was situated, not being used to walking on two legs rather than swimming places. Having to deal with unfamiliar sights and sounds, surrounded by the very gender she despised almost constantly. It was a harsh road, but now being in the right place had her calmer and happier than the blonde hair been in weeks.
Cutting through the brush, the girl sighed quietly and stopped to pull out a small map which was her only saving grace on her journey. "Now, where the hell am I going... map says east." she spoke aloud, voice echoing through the surrounding greenery followed by her crunching footsteps as her journey continued. Multiple voices echoed through the forest, but Alicia thought it best to avoid them - she could hear male undertones and she wasn't fully used to speaking on polite terms with them yet and thus continued on her way, although they could probably hear her stomping through.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob wondered if he should warn the others about the inertly flirtatious nature of his current schoolmate, and was torn with the idea, as it would be quite amusing to watch the reactions. However he wasn't the type to let people walk into something if he could assist beforehand.
"I do feel I should warn you about the other guy who lives here at the moment. He can be... a little full on." He said, chuckling.
Alex headed over to the guy who had called the new people over, he seemed to know what he was talking about, and figured he could use a tour.</s>
<|message|>Mar Klets
"Nice to meet you Alex," Mar said, concentrating to make his hand more corporeal for the handshake. He didn't typically phase through solid objects if he didn't want to, but it felt unsettling and intrusive with living beings. "I just got here as well, I only heard about this place from rumors," he admitted, following Alex to the person who introduced himself as their guide.</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Gabriel felt his sister's nudge, and glanced at her. He knew she would run off if he didn't start to head off. And that was what got her a scraped knee in the first place. For safety, he caught her hand with his, making sure she wouldn't run off this time.
Michael felt a twinge of annoyance at his older sibling's rush to be off. He'd wanted to talk a bit longer and see if he could figure out anything else. But the three of them always stuck together, so he grudgingly followed, the crunch of dead leaves under his feet announcing his departure.
Finally, the twins found the border of the woods. And there was the school. As they walked through the front gates, Lily's mouth dropped open. "Whoaaa, so cool! It's really a castle. Do you think it's really old?"
Gabriel tightened his grip on his sister's hand, sensing that she was preparing to run off again. He was about to try redirecting her attention to something else to keep her from running off when a loud male voice rang out. He glanced back at his younger brother, about to say something to him when he felt the hand in his vanish. He looked back to see Lily running up to greet the boy who'd spoke.
"Hey! We're new too," Lily said as she stopped in front of the boy who'd called out. Michael and Gabriel caught up a moment later, though neither boy made attempts to be hasty like their sister.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Alex chuckled. "I got an invitation. Apparently most people can't find this place unless they're meant to. Some weird supernatural thing protects it from being found by people who aren't meant to be here, apparently." He shrugged. "Sounds like nonsense to me, but hey, I'm a werewolf, so I know not everything is black and white."
Jacob realised they had gotten out of the forest and smiled to the rest of the group before running to join Jayden at the top of the stairs. "Pretty sure that was my job, but you can help out if you like." He winked and turned to the group of new students. "Welcome to the academy. I'm sure you all have a lot of questions."</s>
| <|message|>Phineas Soloman
Mara and Phineas followed the group, slowing as they reached the school. Phineas stared at the building before them, mouth agape in awe. The estate towered above them like a living beast. It's many eyes gazed at the woods around it, as if warily watching for potential dangers to its occupants. Before it was a large door, a small group already forming at the top of the steps.
"This is amazing!" Mara gasped. "Will we get to explore? Do we get our own rooms? Can we have roommates? Will I get kicked out if I accidentally blow of the room?"
Phineas gazed around, a thoughtful expression on his face. Hidden unless meant to be found? Rumor or no, the thought was strangely comforting. A place where he was not just welcome, but expected. A small smile crept up his face as he gradually relaxed. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. He turned to the closest person next to him and gave them a shy smile. "Hello," he greeted. "My name is Phineas."</s> |
<|description|>Mar Klets
Age: Approximately 100 years old chronologically, appears to be mid-late teens
Species: Ghost
Appearance: Here. Can appear more solid or transparent at will.
Background: Mar was born in the early 20th century in Western Europe, but doesn't remember much of his time spent alive after so many years. His cause of death is also a mystery, but not one that haunts him to any extent. After his death, he lived in an abandoned barn much older than himself, that was overgrown with wild mint and housed small wild animals. He tended to the animals and protected them as best he could until the barn was torn down. With his home gone, he moved around more and started exploring, becoming slightly infatuated with humans as he observed and interacted with a few of them.
Any other information:
Mar is nonbinary and doesn't care much for gender labels, but he'll respond to anything if he knows that he's being addressed.
He's very softspoken and curious, but also forgetful and easily confused.</s>
<|message|>Phineas Soloman
Trees. Nothing but trees. Mara groaned, clutching her staff in frustration. How long had they been traveling in this stupid forest? The woods seemed to go on endlessly, slowly driving her mad. Every tree looked the same, every rock similar to the one before. It was hard to tell if the were on the right trail or just going around in an endless circle.
"Are you certain we are going the right way?" Phineas asked, his voice like a shaky whisper. The little spirit was looking around uneasily, his translucent form flickering in and out. "You are not exactly the most ideal navigator. Erm, no offense."
Mara crossed her arms, shooting her companion a sharp look. "Of course I'm sure! Just because we got lost a couple of times--"
"Forty-three times, to be exact."
"--doesn't mean that I don't know where I'm going." She huffed and stomped forward. "I know where to go. Mom and Dad gave me directions."
Phineas lagged behind for a moment before hurriedly floating up next to her. "Are you sure they were the right directions?"
Before Mara could snap back her reply, a piercing scream filled the air. The two exchanged startled looks. There was no way that could have been a bird or deer. With a mutual nod of agreement, the ghost and witch sprinted/floated towards the source of the noise. Phineas' image flickered to near invisibility, a worried look crossing his face. Mara, meanwhile, ran with her eyes sharp of determination. She tightly clutched her staff, tense with readiness for anything to come their way.
The duo slowed as voices were heard up ahead. Three people and, judging by their tones, possibly around Mara's age. Before the witch could stomp ahead and confront them, Phineas grabbed her arm. Mara winced at the sudden touch. It was like her arm was encased in an iceberg. Noticing the look on her face, Phineas quickly pulled away with an apologetic look. "What if they're dangerous?" he whispered nervously.
Mara smiled smugly, twirling her staff with practiced ease. "So am I." Without another word, she stormed ahead towards the voices. "Hey!" she called. As she neared, she could make out three people. One being a young girl, and the other two boys. She felt Phineas hover just behind her. He was fully invisible this this time, his presence only recognizable by the slight chill in the air.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Hearing a scream from the forest, Jacob was on the alert. He sprouted his dragon wings and flew upward, throwing himself toward the forest. He was certain there were no dangers, he'd been in the forest many times, but if students were arriving, one of them could be a danger to the others.
He replaced his eyes with those of his dragon form and scanned the forest, looking for people, or what would pass as people. He found 4 living beings and one very faint outline in the forest and he slowed, lowering himself a little way away from the group.
"What's going on here? I heard a scream. Are any of you hurt?" He asked.
Alexander watched as the guy sprouted wings and flew away. He was dumbstruck, entirely confused by the whole situation. He had heard the scream as well, of course, but he wasn't one for flinging himself into danger.</s>
<|message|>Mar Klets
The soft scuff of worn boots across the cobbled pathway tentatively announced the arrival of another student to the Academia's entrance. Making such noise wasn't necessary by any means for the deceased, but Mar felt more comfortable with evidence of his existence. He looked up at the gate as he approached, and then around the surrounding area, wracking his memory. This was the place he'd heard about, right? He knew schools had far more students these days than what he was used to, but he hadn't seen very many people yet.
Fidgeting with a button on his faded flannel shirt, Mar continued forward through the gate, a hint of relief easing the tension in his shoulders when he noticed someone ahead of him - another student, hopefully?
Mar almost forgot to run, floating more easily up to the blond with a pleasant smile on his face and bringing the scent of wild mint with his approach. "Hello there! Are you going to go to school here too? My name is Mar," he introduced, babbling slightly as he held a hand out in greeting.</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Soon, suddenly, the woods were filled with activity. People appeared from around them, rushing to find the source of the noise they'd a moment ago. Michael, Gabriel, and Lily seemed more startled than alarmed, really. Soon, their group of three had increased to five, three in the group appearing bewildered, two in the group looking like the human embodiment of a dog with it's hackles raised. Gabriel had just opened his mouth to explain himself to the girl that had shown up when a boy appeared as well.
The entire situation was almost comical, except, it was rather... awkward. Gabriel opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't seem to find anything to say. There was several seconds of awkward silence before he finally said "Well, you see... My sister, she uh... She scraped her knee."
Michael covered his mouth with a closed hand, stiffing a giggle. Gabriel awkwardly looked away from the others. Lily let out another pitiful sniffle, mumbling "It really hurts."</s>
<|message|>Phineas Soloman
Phineas jumped as another boy quite literally flew down, joining the forming crowd. Just when did this quiet forest get so crowded? The chill around him grew until Mara's breath came out as a faint mist. It'd been awhile since he'd been around this many people, and the sudden gathering wasn't exactly calming his nerves.
"So that explains the scream," Mara mused, lowering her staff.
Phineas peeked over the witch's shoulders, staring at the strangers with a newfound curiosity. Moments before, he would have assumed they were merely a lost bunch of humans. But seeing as how a boy just flew from the sky, he doubted that was the case. "What brings you lot out here?" Phineas asked, momentarily forgetting of his current disappearing act.</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Gabriel, who usually preferred not to socialize with others, cast his dark gaze down to the leaf-coated floor. Michael, who was much more friendly and outgoing, looked around, confused as to who had just spoken. Feeling awkward, he looked at the winged boy and answered. "Uhm... We're trying to find the Academia Mythica. We're new students there. Do any of you have an idea of where it's at?"
Lily was, for once, almost completely silent. Michael realized that it's actually rather nice, being able to speak without his sister interrupting him every other second.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Alex turned to face the person who approached him and inclined his head. "The name's Alex. And, technically, not yet. I only arrived like 5 minutes ago." He shrugged, shaking Mar's hand. "So, do you have any idea what to expect here?"
Jacob beamed at the group. "I can lead the way. I've been here for a couple of decades now, these woods are like a second home." He told them, smiling. "If you want, I can take care of that scrape as well? I have quite the knack for healing." He told them, folding his wings until they disappeared.</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Lily perked up when she heard that the winged boy could heal her. "Really?" she said. She tapped Gabriel on the shoulder, and he set her down on the ground, sitting. She pulled the hem of her dress up past her knee, exposing the injury she'd gotten. The scrape was quite nasty. Her Nephilim blood had caused it to heal slightly, but not nearly complete. She stretched out her leg, looking at the boy who offered to heal her hopefully.</s>
<|message|>Phineas Soloman
Well that got Mara's attention. "You're going to the academy too?" She brightened considerably. Finally, no more running around in complete circles. "Some directions would help, thanks. I'm Mara, by the way. And this--" She frowned at her invisible companion, annoyance flashing in her gaze. "Phinny, do you mind? I'm talking to air here."
"Sorry!" Phineas slowly willed himself into view, though remained semi translucent. As helpful as these people were, there was still an inkling of anxiety buried deep in Phineas formed by centuries of solitude. He smiled shyly, staying behind Mara. "My name is Phineas. It's a pleasure to meet you all."
Mara turned to the winged boy. "So you're from the academy, huh?" She placed her hands on her hips. "What's it like there? How many others like us?"</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob knelt down next to Lily and hovered a hand over her leg, as he did so a warm light emanated from his hand, covering the injury and speeding up the healing process. When he was finished, he pulled out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her so she could wipe off any dirt that remained on her leg from where she had fallen.
"There you go, good as new." He smiled, standing again and facing the group. "The school is westbound from the forest." He told them, gesturing at the sun, which was still rising. "You'll see what the place is like when we get there, its indescribable... Literally. There is magic at work which prevents people from describing it to others. In terms of people, at the moment there's only me and on other who are still there. There are a few new people coming in though. You five are the first lot to arrive, I believe."</s>
<|message|>Lily Valois
Michael watched his sister with a sigh. Honestly, he loved his sister, and would do anything for her. But she was such a baby sometimes. At this thought, he shot a dark look at Gabriel. Maybe Lily wouldn't act like such a little kid if he'd stop spoiling her all the time.
Lily's eyes shined bright as gems. "Wooow, thank you!" she said, jumping up. She brushed her hands over her dress, smoothing it out. It was dirty, but she didn't seem to mind. "I'm Lily," she said, holding out her hand to the boy who healed her. "And this is Gabe-"
"Gabriel," the dark-haired boy mumbled in correction.
"And this is Michael." She beamed, showing a smile that reflected the purity of her innocence.
Lily observed the conversation between Jacob and the other girl. She wondered how big the academy was. Was it a large school, or a small one? She couldn't wait to see, and began to tug at the hem of her brother's shirt, antsy to get a move on.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
"Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Jacob. I'm the closest this school has got to a caretaker, I guess." He scratched the back of his neck and smiled. "I've been here for about 30 years. And before you guys comment on that, I'm older than I look." He chuckled and placed his hands in his pockets. He'd been alone for a while in the school, being around this many people was making him a little awkward and fidgety.</s>
<|message|>Alicia Fullen
Perched atop the steps which led into the Academy's main door, sat the white haired male who was gazing with curious violet eyes at all the new comers milling about below. A soft smile graced his lips as he spotted a number of new females and males smile turning into a sly smirk. With Jayden already having been a resident of the Academy for a number of years, he'd made it one of his unofficial jobs to be a guide to the new kids, and to show that people could be friendly.
With a groan, she stood then stretched, bones creaking and popping back into place as she did so before descending down the stairs and into the milling crowds, "Alright, newbies over here please. I'll be your unofficial guide! C'mon group up."
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It had taken many weeks for Alicia to finally stumble upon the area where the academy was situated, not being used to walking on two legs rather than swimming places. Having to deal with unfamiliar sights and sounds, surrounded by the very gender she despised almost constantly. It was a harsh road, but now being in the right place had her calmer and happier than the blonde hair been in weeks.
Cutting through the brush, the girl sighed quietly and stopped to pull out a small map which was her only saving grace on her journey. "Now, where the hell am I going... map says east." she spoke aloud, voice echoing through the surrounding greenery followed by her crunching footsteps as her journey continued. Multiple voices echoed through the forest, but Alicia thought it best to avoid them - she could hear male undertones and she wasn't fully used to speaking on polite terms with them yet and thus continued on her way, although they could probably hear her stomping through.</s>
<|message|>Jacob Lorien
Jacob wondered if he should warn the others about the inertly flirtatious nature of his current schoolmate, and was torn with the idea, as it would be quite amusing to watch the reactions. However he wasn't the type to let people walk into something if he could assist beforehand.
"I do feel I should warn you about the other guy who lives here at the moment. He can be... a little full on." He said, chuckling.
Alex headed over to the guy who had called the new people over, he seemed to know what he was talking about, and figured he could use a tour.</s>
| <|message|>Mar Klets
"Nice to meet you Alex," Mar said, concentrating to make his hand more corporeal for the handshake. He didn't typically phase through solid objects if he didn't want to, but it felt unsettling and intrusive with living beings. "I just got here as well, I only heard about this place from rumors," he admitted, following Alex to the person who introduced himself as their guide.</s> |
<|description|>Varzhul
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Physical Description:
Lean, wiry and compact, Varzhul isn't an intimidating figure to look upon as most dismiss his lighter frame and shorter stature of 5'7 as portraying a lack of strength. Upon closer examination, the tell-tale signs of a conditioned body begin to appear through subtle hints of muscular definition and an absence of fat on his frame. His hair is close cropped and brown, resembling little more than a fuzzy covering for the top of his head along rough stubble encroaching over his face. A slender, hawklike nose sits perched above a pair of thin, strip-like lips and overseen by a pair of grey, seemingly lifeless eyes.
Varzhul's body has been tempered and tarnished by a life of both violence and transience with a hint of weatherworn features and the creased outlines of scars on his body. While most are relatively minor nicks and cuts that did little more than blemish his skin, three scars stand out as indicators of significant trauma. One run diagonally across his chest, a jagged affair where an axe broke his guard, the second; a clean stab wound on the right of his lower back where a knife was plunged from a coward's act and finally a large circular blot on his left quad where a javelin once found purchase.
Skillset:
As with any of the children raised by Brand, Varzhul is trained in woodcraft and survival; being more than adept at finding food, shelter and water along with being able use it as a refuge in times of strife. However he never embraced the use of ranged weapons, preferring the feel of a blade in his hand albeit he did relent to learning to hunt with the bow. His true specialty lay in his ambidexterity, agility and speed which he put into becoming a student of the blade. Under Brand's tutelage and guidance, along with a strong dose of innovation, Varzhul created a fighting style with twin short swords to incorporate his strongest traits into one fighting style. Reminiscent of Elvish swordsmanship, he incorporated the grace and serenity of the elder race with the flowing movements of a duelist. It is a style developed both under and away from Brand; ever adapting and shifting, it draws inspiration from a myriad of sources encountered during his wanderings. The most notable inclusion to its roots was that of the use of a reverse grip, developed after Varzhul watched one of the warrior monks of Khartool fight off a bastard-sword wielding mercenary with naught but a dagger.
Varzhul is also an experienced horseman with skills developed from spending nearly a decade in the saddle both travelling and fighting from horseback.
History:
A boy born as the bastard child of a bandit and a captive woman, who was so malnourished she perished in birth; Varzhul , named Rork by his father, was born into a life of evil and hardship. His father cared little for his offspring; were it not for the spiteful whims of the bandit chieftain he would've been left to the wolves by his father. Beaten and derided by his father from when he could walk, there was little kindness to be found in the camp, even from the other captured who saw him as little more than the offspring of cruelty. This upbringing nurtured only hate and anger in the boy, who began to take after his own farther and the other bandits, terrorising captives and torturing animals. He seemed destined for a life of vagrancy and banditry until the fates intervened when a company of soldiers besieged the camp. In the ensuing battle and chaos, Varzhul managed to escape the burning camp into the foreboding darkness as a lonely six year old boy. He was found fevered and famished, on the verge of slipping into death's cold embrace when Brand found him as a grimy, malnourished boy collapsed in the woods.
Despite the kindness shown by Brand and the other adopted children of Brann, hate and anger was all that had grown in his heart which tainted his actions in his first few years. He was a trouble maker and often disciplined by the older man, although the kindness of Brand's heart eventually warmed his own; near the end of the time he could've been described as friendly. He was given the name Varzhul from the stitching left on the tattered clothes he'd been wearing at the time and embraced it over the tainted legacy of his birth name. Whilst being educated by Brand, he wasn't particularly enamoured with learning to use a bow or other variation of a ranged weapon. Woodcraft and survivalism was tolerated but Varzhul left his committed and love for learning the use of a sword. He was one of the best of Brand's pupils with a blade, albeit relatively unpopular due to his somewhat gruff and unfriendly demeanour.
By the time he came of age at 16, he was still aloof but much more psychologically balanced than when he first arrived at Brand's cabin. He set out to make his mark with basic provisions, a light coin pouch and two blades at his side. He moved from job to job, never settling over the years but always learning and experiencing the world. He found employment as many of the wandering men of violence did in the world, as a bodyguard, mercenary and caravan guard. This kaleidoscopic range of employment lead him around most of the known world, seeing exotic sights and experiencing a variety of cultures. He moved on to form a mercenary group with some of his old comrades some four years ago, finding increased success from working on his own. The company went from strength to strength, until it took a contract to fight against a foreign tyrant. The majority of the company was wiped out when they were ambushed and massacred with the rest of the rebel force which had been plagued with spies and double agents. He barely escaped from the fight with his chest split open and a knife in his back and with almost everyone he knew left dead in a field of blood.
Fleeing the tyrant's wrath he moved from town to town, eventually seeking refuge with the warrior monks of Khartool. After a few months, a message arrived for him; its contents only pain and sorrow.
Psychological Profile:
Varzhul could only be described as cold and Machiavellian; never particularly friendly or close to the vast majority of people in the world, his interaction is usually business or as required. An introverted soul, he closely manages his emotions; oftentimes appearing cold and harsh to those around him but below the layers of emotional control, the scarred remains of his abusive childhood remain. He generally tries not to provoke violence in the world, preferring to keep to himself until the situation requires he return with violence. He does however, harbour a secret desire to leave some sort of legacy in the world despite his apathetic attitude to much of it. Finally he is unafraid of manipulating or using people to achieve his ambitions, seeing most people are little more than pawns in a large game.
Equipment:
* Two steel short swords
* Light hunting bow
* A large hunting knife
* Studded leather armour
* Black travelling cloak
* Longsword kept on his horse for horseback fighting
* Large black warhorse
* Various travelling provisions</s>
<|message|>Lysandra
Lysandra finished re-coiling her weapon and tucking it back under her sleeves as Sigur unceremoniously made short work of the last two standing bandits. The blood from his first kill was already pooling about, soaking into the floorboards of the tavern to forever leave a stain as remembrance of what they had done here. She had hoped that the situation wouldn't have reached this point but Kazahk had forced the issue and had left everyone with little choice in the matter.
Still, it was unnerving how calm they could all be in the wake of the situation contrast perfectly with Emma, who seemed paralyze with fear and utter shock at the violence that had exploded before her eyes. Lysandra pitted the woman for being so weak, so fragile to the ways of the world that she was practically helpless. But she also envied her greatly. Emma was a woman who hadn't experienced the dark side of their lives first hand and thus still had a semblance of innocence about her. She had grownup with a family that actually loved her and with a sense of belonging; Lysandra, on the other hand, had been raised by a stranger, albeit a kind hearted one, and a group of misfits and misfortunates alike. Her life would never amount to that of Emma's, no matter how many riches Lysandra sunk her greedy fingers into.
"Leave here screaming. Tear your dress a bit. It was a disagreement over dice, and we tried to stop you from fleeing. You barely escaped."
Catching on to Masef's line of thought, Lysandra stepped forward producing a knife from somewhere inside her cleavage and tore the woman's dress in several places. Emma only seemed mildly aware of what was happening around her but she nodded her understanding, nevertheless. "I'm sorry about the tavern." Lysandra apologized as she ran a hand through the woman's hair, giving her a more disheveled appearance in order to pull off the ruse. "I promise to pay you for all damages when I return." If the woman understood her, she didn't acknowledge it. Perhaps it was out of impulse to console the female in some manner or it was just that she could see so much of herself in the woman, regardless, Lysandry's wrapped her arms around Emma in a tight embrace before pushing her towards the entrance of the tavern.
"Where to now?"
"The old hunting cabin." Lysandra offered turning back to regard her brothers. "It still lays intact…most of it, anyways" Last time she had laid eyes on the cabin, two days ago, it was still standing although weathered and worn from years of neglect. It could serve as a perfect place for them to hide and lay low for the time being until a better plan could be formed. Strategically nestled deep in the woods not only a short distanced from Bosfyrd but also from Brand's home. As children they used to utilize the cabin as almost an outpost when spending more than a day out in the woods hunting for game. The cabin was their best and only answer at the moment.</s>
<|message|>Quinn
The fight was over quickly, if it could be called a fight after all. Brand's children made short work of their adversaries and even left one yet alive for questioning. We would make a very effective team of brigands... was the dawning thought that left a wry frown on Quinn's clean shaven face. One thing they all had in common was that their adoptive father had instilled in all of them a sense of duty and purpose to uphold the greater good. Well most of us, anyway. The elf returned Kazahk's wink with a wary stare, never letting the drow out of his sight while the others discussed their next move.
While the others talked, Quinn sheathed his sword and threw on his cloak, clasping the garment on at his right shoulder. Next came the weapon harness, its familiar weight and fit brought the elf a small sense of comfort. Finally, the archer crossed the room and produced a coil of hempen rope. Wordlessly, he bound the last remaining guard's wrists and ankles together, though he left enough room for the man to stumble. Quinn gave the knots a couple sharp test pulls to assess their strength then looked up to his siblings.
"I agree with Lys," he began, finally breaking his silence. "The cabin would make an ideal rallying point. Father and I had a small supply cache concealed in the stump behind the house. However," Quinn paused for a second to stand up to his full height and regard his siblings face to face. "We should avoid traveling in one whole group. Perhaps go in varying directions to throw off any tails before doubling back. Then there's this one. Who gets to carry the drunkard?"
All the while, the elf's quick eyes scanned his brothers and sister, weighing their chances. They all knew Brand's methods of becoming and staying concealed. However that was before they had participated in a tavern brawl as a group. Their next move would require delicate precision.</s>
| <|message|>Varzhul
The fight had been shorter than Kazahk's temper; the guards had nary a chance and they'd bitten off far more than they'd ever been able to chew. It had gone from simple bar brawl to Sigur deciding to carve apart the men with his ridiculously sized blade, which Varzhul would never be in a rush to meet in battle. While Varzhul was fast, skilled and seamless with the blade, it would be a tough fight to overcome that amount of raw, brute strength especially with a blade that large being swung. He almost sighed with disappointment at the first sign of blood being spilt, now he felt silly for having not gutted the fool that had come at him with the sword. A wry smile briefly flittered across his face as the guard cried out for who they are and Sigur sent a melodramatic yet mildly amusing reply to the man. His somewhat nonchalant comment after a hearty laugh that broke the melancholic silence of the room, caused a pang of worry in his mind as the half-orc seemed to be taking it somewhat less seriously then he should be.
He watched silently, emotionlessly as Masef set about providing for the tavern wench's escape from the subsequent wroth that would fall upon the town after this incident. A brawl would've raised few eyebrows but a slaughter would be raising alarms all along the land; a reinforcing of the guard would be inevitable and as such in order to recover Brand's body, time would surely be of the essence. He nodded as Masef suggested they take the guard with them, as he readied himself to reply, Kazahk interrupted before he had the chance.
He shifted his gaze towards to the somewhat out-of-place drow, he'd been the cause of this whole violent affair, not that they necessarily would've fought without him but the drow had gone and forced the issue. Not to mention that after starting it he'd done little else but drink, abandoning his step-brother like a coward, he'd merely been entertained by the whole affair while endangering them all; albeit not a great amount of danger. None of the emotions played a hint across his face, instead burying them under a mountain of willpower and emotional guards built up over a lifetime of emotional management. His presence here was a wildcard of unimaginable proportions; he was unpredictable, violent and most of all a kinslayer. He alone of the brood had spilt the blood of a fellow brood member and it's something he would ever really be forgiven for, not even if he slew every kingsman involved in the death of Brand; not that Varzhul would allow him to do that, his own blades cried out for blood and they would be sated.
He refrained from immediately answering Kazahk's query, he wanted to gauge the reaction of the room to the drow's presence even though he knew well what they had to do. When Lysandra suggested the use of the hunting cabin and Quinn agreed with her, Varzhul was quick to add his own approval, by saying "We definitely need to lie low after this bloodbath. Although we should strike fast to recover father's body before reinforcements arrive which will surely occur. I can take the guard with me, Torst, my warhorse, can easily take the extra weight of him; it'll be easier than any of you carrying him through the forest now."</s> |
<|description|>Nick Rogers
Hero Name: Patriot
Age: 18
Parents: Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter
Personality: will protect the people that are close to him, is serious though once you get through the walls he set up. He's kind and gentle, funny can be why sometimes if he wants to.
History: will be revealed in roleplay
Appearance:
With suit
Ignore the A on the helmet</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Sighing slightly, as Nick ran his hand through his blonde hair. He dropped his backpack on the floor, collapsing into his chair. Today had been a rough day, balancing school and being Patriot really made him tired. Looking over at his clock, he still had an hour before the meeting fury wanted him at.
It was something important, or fury wouldn't have bothered contacting him face to face. Though nothing really seemed new to him, his dad had retired from the hero business passing it down to his son. Nick frowned slightly, before reaching for his bag needing to get started on the school work that his teachers had given him.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Desondra arrived at school with her back back over her shoulder, dark brown hair down, denim jacket, black tanktop, skinny black denim jeans, and black knee high boots. Walking to her locker, she opened it, grabbed the books that she needed for a few classes and shut it. She was like a shadow and was glad that she could hide and not deal with the drama that was in school. Balancing her time as a low profile vigilante. She felt a need to help others and when she found out what she could do, she felt her calling. Walking into class, she sat down in her deck swiftly and set her proper book on her desk. Setting her backpack aside near her desk, Desondra got out her drawing pad and started doodling. She was decent at drawing but it was a passtime. Des knew about the hero's and how some had retired. Some young ones stepped up to the hero business. Waiting for class to start, she leaned back. Not taking notice that Nick Rogers was one row ahead of her and diagonally to her right.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick rubbed his face, his book on his desk. Looking over his shoulder to see desondra in her desk, shrugging he looked forward again. He was slightly tired, though nothing he could power through, watching as class started he took whatever notes the teacher gave them. Fun part was for homework they needed to do a report on some of the old Hero's that had retired smiling to that his father would be the perfect person. Bell rung signaling end of day, grabbing his bag and walking out.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Desondra sagged her shoulders when she was handed a instruction paper to do a report on a retired hero. She knew none personally and there for had to go on unreliable sources to get a paper done. Putting the paper in the proper class folder when when the bell rang, she headed to her next class. It was like any other day really. Go through one class, pass through students like a ghost, not touching a soul, seat herself and not be one to talk, not having any soul to talk to for no one wanted to her for some reason (stopped trying in middle school). Then lunch, sitting in the hallways to avoid any students she didnt know what to say. Gym was a breeze and was known as a rag doll for how flexible and graceful she was. Then go on like nothing happened. but today was a rare day where she wasn't paying attention and would accidently run into someone she shouldnt run into. As she was walking, Des brushed her shoulder into one of the random student that thought he was above those like her who turned, looking insulted. "Hey! ragdoll! Watch where your going!" Des only froze and looked over to the male that yelled at her. "Sorry. I didn't mean to." She told him honestly.
"Make sure you don't." He walked up to her and pushed her into a locker sharply. Desondra yelped as she hit it. the male laughed. "Next time it better not happen!" He ripped her backpack off her shoulder, turning to walk away and leave. Des felt pain in her back where her shoulder blades hit metal. Groaning, she reached for her backpack.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick was looking down at his phone, getting a text. Before he could read it though, he heard voices though he knew Michael as mostly a jerk. When Michael had passed him, when he pushed a girl into the lockers he let his shoulder roughly hit his. Some students knew not to deal with Nick in a fight, walking forward setting his bag down and helping her gather up the books that were on the floor. His own bag on the floor, the blonde getting books into a neat stack before picking them up.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Desondra was about to grab some of her books and supplies, she noticed a body helping her. Looking to who would help her, she noticed Nick Rogers. Her emerald eyes looking him like he was alien. "Th-thank you." Was all she could say. No one really helped her so this was strange. Grabbing her supplies putting them neatly in her backpack, she saw a shadow and looked up to see Micheal and a couple of his buddies. "What's your problem?" He demanded Nick. "Was it because I pushed your friend?" He mocked. He kicked Nick's bag to scatter the contents within. But more aimed at Rogers. Des was not happy about him being a jerk and felt the need to stop this. Coming out of her shell, she grabbed an index card and flicked it, leaving a paper cut on his cheek. "You need to stop picking on people under you. Your a bully no one tolerates." She spat, almost like she was cat, squaring herself and spitting at him like her was dog.
Micheal had yelped at the sudden pain and the now slightly bleeding cheek, but was amused. "So the cat finally bares it's claws, huh? Was wondering when you would stop being a ghost." He kept his cool with Des not amused by his antics. "You might as well back off before you really get into trouble." Micheal dared. Des wasn't wanting to back off this time.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick watched his stuff scatter, it wasn't a big deal to him anyway when it came to his stuff. He grunted at the kicks his torso took, before they stopped he looked up to see Michael had a cut on his cheek. Getting to his feet, one of his arms around his stomach. Though other than that, he was fine some bruises were starting to form on his arms. "Though also Michael maybe it was because you pushed her. It was mostly because of that and the crap you've been putting other students through. If you hadn't caught me by surprise you would be on this floor right about now."</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Desondra glanced her attention to Michael when he kicked him. Hearing Nicks remark, Micheal smirked. "Oh yeah? Think you can do that captain goody two shoes?. Or are you gonna be like that bitch and just bark?"
Okay, so Xesondra was pissed and let the anger get the best of her. She wanted him to shut it leave them be. Hiw she went about as you can see was not the best way to take the insults for shs went up toward Michael and back handed him. Michaels buddies were gonna jump Des when a shout rang out. "ENOUGH!" Everything was eerie silent and time froze as a couple staff members came up. Des felt butterflies in her stomach and backed off.
"The five of you. Principles office. Miss Davis. Help Mr. Rogers to the nurse's office first. You're stuff will be gathered." The three bullies went to the principles office while Des went with Nick up to the nurse. Her back still hurt and felt it sting with each movement of her arms.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick just sighed at michaels remark, before his jaw clenched at his words. He took a step forward when the shout rang out, he stopped when he heard the teachers voice. Letting Des help him to the nurses office, "thanks for back there."
He was limping, probably one of michaels buddies got a shot at his shin or ankle he didn't know. Nick just knew his body hurt, it had been awhile since anyone was able to get the jump on him.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
(And I edited that. Oh well. I'll fix it again. Never mind. x3 )
Des walked with Nick with the nurses office not that far. She looked at Nick when he had thanked her. This was still strange and didnt know what she was to say exactly. "You are welcome. I think." She wasnt exactly sure who should be thanking whom. "Though I thank you for helping me." Okay this felt awkward. "I-uh...I haven't been to the principles office before..." Des admitted, and that was true. She had avoided it all till today. Now she had ruined the streak. But felt that it was necessary. "What do you think will happen?" She asked nervously.
Making it to the door of the nurses office, she opened the door and managed to shut it. The nurse looked over to the two. "What happen, she asked. "Nick got kicked. And I got slammed into a locker." Des told the nurse. She had the two sit down and checked them out.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick shrugged then winced, "Michael and his buddies will probably get suspended and you and me detention at the most." Once in the nurses office, wincing slightly whenever the nurse found a bruise he had a couple bruised ribs and his shin hurt like hell. All of him hurt, "couldn't stand by and let you deal with the jerk. Usually he wouldn't give me any trouble he caught me off guard though."
Sighing, "I can probably help you with the report on retired Hero's I have a few things that might help you." Wincing again, when the nurse hit another bruise and then removed his arm from his stomach his stomach took the majority of the kicks one big bruise to the left side of him.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Nodding, Des waited for her turn as she watched the nurse at work. She too winced when she saw his bruises. Her mind was taken off the bruises and on the offer Nick gave her. She thought about it for a long moment. "Thank you. There are many unreliable sources." Though once she said that she winced loudly as the bruises on his stomach. "Will you...be okay?" She asked. Surprised he wasnt crying like some kids would. The nurse was soon done with her accessment of his injuries. She went to her desk, pulled out some pills from a bottle and a small cup of water. "Its Ibeprophin (I'm sure I spelled it wrong). It should help with the pain. As for your bruises, you can either go home and put some ice on those or continue the last bit of the day. However you might want to stay off the shin a while." She explained. When the pills and water was taken, she then had Does turn away from Nick so the nurse could check her back. Lifting her shirt, the nurse poked her shoulder blades a little as Desondra winced at the right touches. There was no bruising but something that would need a little time to heal. "You will be fine Des. No bruising." So then the nurse went back to her desk and waited for what Nick wanted to do.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick nodded to Des's question, "I'll be fine I've had worse than this so don't worry too much." Thinking about it, he nodded to that. "I'll go home let my shin heal up what it can before I come back here tomorrow." While the nurse called his dad, he grabbed a pen and piece of paper writing down his number and holding it out to Des. "Here give me a call and I'll give you the address to my place, so make sure Michael and his buddies get suspended for me." When the pills were handed to him, he swallowed them drinking the water to swallow them down. He wouldn't be out dealing with, anybody that threatened the city tonight Michael had made sure of that.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Des took the slip of paper from Nick and looked at it to see a phone number as she listened to what he had to say. "Alright " was really all she could say. But stood as when a teacher had both Nick and Desondra's things. She too her bag and looked through the contents to make sure that all was still there. Looking relieved that all was still there, she zipped it up and slung it over her shoulder. "I will call you later then. To let you know what will happen to us both." She nodded to Rogers and left to go await her fate and Nick's for him.
After school and when Des got home, she walked in and went straight to her room with her dog in toe. shutting her door, Desondra set her bag down on her bed and grabbed her phone. Dialing the number Nick gave to her, she pressed call and waited for someone to answer.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick nodded, watching Des leave. Once he had gotten home, he slowly limped toward his room right now he didn't need to deal with his mom or dad. Collapsing on the bed, he took some of the books or journals that his dad had given him from his old Hero work. Going through them for a few hours, so he could get a head start on the report.
He heard his phone ring, stumbling over to his desk. Falling and grunting while grabbing his phone from his desk while he still was on the floor. "Hello?" His voice sounded somewhat frustrated. With not being able to walk right for awhile, but nothing less it was nothing to much to worry about.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
When the phone was answered, Des heard a frustrated hello. "This is Desondra, from school. You alright?" She asked, thinking it was Nick, but the voice was slightly different than speaking to him personally. When he gave her an answer, she took a deep breath and laid back on her bed. "We both have 4 days of in school suspension. If I hadn't of hit one of Micheal's buddies with my bag, it would have been less, They did not mention the paper cut I gave micheal from a study card. Micheal and his friends have out of school suspension for 2 weeks." She told him. "I managed to get homework from your last class. Would it be alright if I could come over and give it to you?" Des asked next. She felt it was the least she could do for him helping her.</s>
| <|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick laughed slightly, "yah I'm alright my rooms a mess from trying to find old journals and books I stumbled and fell." It didn't sound so bad, as long as he had something to pass the time with. "Michael and his friends deserve what they got, anyway yah it's fine to come over though don't expect my room to be clean." He pushed himself into the sitting position looking at the books scattered around, "either way I was going to help you with that report. I'll make sure my parents know your coming over, they don't really like surprise visits from anyone."</s> |
<|description|>Nick Rogers
Hero Name: Patriot
Age: 18
Parents: Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter
Personality: will protect the people that are close to him, is serious though once you get through the walls he set up. He's kind and gentle, funny can be why sometimes if he wants to.
History: will be revealed in roleplay
Appearance:
With suit
Ignore the A on the helmet</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot's brows creased, "that depends on where you want us to start this search Fury you know I won't take a mission unless I have the basic stuff I need location and everything though since you don't know what were facing all I need is the location on where this search will start."</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Fury slid his hands into his pockets, seeming to take one big breath before exhaling. "I would try and get ahold of any of the heroes journals. They may give you a start as to what we need. However," Fury walked over to Patriot and put something in his hand, "You never got this from me. This too may help. its any information that i could pull from our systems. I'll put you on any mission I can get you too on incase anything we seek may come from those if you are willing. You may even be pulled out of school but that could be taken care of as to the excuse of why. But to make it less suspicious, I'll make sure you attend as much school as possible for the both of you." Fury explained as he stood infront them both. "I am counting on you two to keep this as top secret as it can get. Am I understood?"
Shadow had listened, surprised that this mission was solely up to them, bring no one into it for Fury didn't know who to trust. It was quite odd for her to be trusted so easily but maybe Fury knew something she did not. Who could say for sure though. For now she would really have to pull her weight in order for this to succeed. "Yes, sir. I understand."</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded somewhat, in understanding the hero journals were not going to be a problem since he had most of the info at home already. Though Fury was the only one around here to know his identity, so he already knew he had a majority of the hero journals his grips tightened on Fury's hand "if this will help keep other people safe from this threat I'll try and get as much info on it as I can sir."</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Fury nodded and let go, walking to his desk, standing as he looked to his two young heroes. "That is all. I will let you know when any missions have come up. For now I need to go over some reports. You are free to do as you please. I'm counting on you both." Fury then sat down in his desk chair and turned on his computer and started turning on the lights. Shadow took this time while the lights were being turned on to exit the room. She seemed to have something on her mind.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded, before walking out. Catching shadows arm, "you alright? Something seems to be troubling you." His father had taught him how to read body language and facial features, it came in handy when going to take down any threats that threatened the city.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Not expecting someone to grab her arm, she jumped a little before turning to see Patriot and asking what was wrong. She stayed where she stopped. "Sort of. Its just that. I just arrive her, new to being in a organization and being partnered with someone to be put on an important mission that involves the fate of the planet. And I dont have to prove anything. Its....odd." Shadow admitted. She didnt didnt understand people no matter how long she had been around them.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot shrugged, "Fury has his ways of knowing people from the beginning whether there going to be a traitor or something else anyway. I think-" he got cut off by an explosion looking out the window seeing smoke rising up. Cursing slightly, before looking back at Shadow. "We need to move now, or whatever that thing was is going to destroy more than that one building." Running toward the stairs, hoping that Shadow was following. He got to the garage, removing a tarp to reveal and old bike underneath. Revving the engine to life, he took off. Keeping in contact with shadow through the main communicator ear piece.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow too had seen the explosion and followed willingly. following him down stairs and to the garage where she got in a motorcycle of her own. She sped off after putting her helmet on and starting g up the cycle. "What explosion could that have possibly been?" Shadow asked through the communicator earpiece.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot frowned, turning down a street. Hearing shouts and gunfire getting closer, "I don't know what could all I know is that we have to stop this before it gets out of control." Stopping, just to see Furnace. "Oh hell when did he manage to get out of prison?" He heard another explosion, but it was a few yards in front of him running up just to see fire heading his way. Jumping to the side rolling and getting back to his feet.
Keeping his eyes on Furnace, he kept running just for fire to hit his shield and stop him in his tracks. "Oh come on little man that can't be all you have." Furnaces shout reached his ears, only grunting in response as he was slowly pushed back from the pressure.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow had taken another road to come around and hit from the other side. Getting off the bike, with it parked on the other side of a building, she looked out to see the area Furnace and Patriot were squaring off. Smirking, Shadow looked around before she blinked and her eyes shined a brighter emerald color with a gleam of gold. Shadow had whispered something before a Giant Dire wolf had appeared and ran out at furnace, it started to form fire within its mouth. "Patriot. I want to try and distract him. Maybe finding a highrant and use it against him and what fire is within that exploded building." She suggested, seeming distracted.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded, "whatever you think best Shadow I'll keep his attention on me till your ready." With that he swung his, shield into Furnaces chest knocking him black running up just to slam his shield into his face a dazed Furnace stumbled back.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
The Dire Wolf ran at furnace and swiped at him with its giant paw, sending him away from Patriot to his right but to where he could not be sent far. Shadow was peeking around to find the nearest hydrant so they could weaken him and bind him. Finding one wasn't too much of a problem. Northeast of Patriot's position, Shadow ran to that said hydrant. "I position, northeast of you. Fenrir will help as best as he can."</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded, "alright me and fenrir I think you said will lead him toward you." With that he threw his shield at furnace getting the guys attention smirking a bit. He pushed furnace toward northeast toward shadows location.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow stayed within the shadows where furnace could not see her as Fenrir helped direct and push furnace northeast. Shadow waited for the right time to strike as she had been watching their every move carefully. When she saw Furnace in the right distance, she seemed to be chanting softly where it couldn't exactly be heard but to one with very advanced hearing, it sounded asgardian. The Hydrant turned one its caps loose and started to drench Furance with high pressured water which would send him flying in which Fenrir pursued him so he wouldnt try and escape. Shadow then closed the opening with the same cap. She looked to Patriot with a nod and went to find furnace who went flying in the southwest of their position.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot watched shadow run toward where furnace went flying. Frowning slightly, he followed picking up the villain who tried to fight his grip. Though with the super soldier serum running through him his grip was stronger. Making sure furnace was tied up, before he heard the sirens of cops coming toward them.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow looked around when Patriot was tying Furnace up. She was watching for anyone or anything coming in their direction. Hearing that there was sirens of the cops. Looking in the direction they were coming from, Fenrir had vanished but she then looked to Patriot. "What do we do? It seems the cops might try to take over the situation." Shadow stated calmly. "Should we call SHIELD?" Shadow honestly wondered what they were to do when cops came when someone from SHIELD takes care of a villian.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Seeing a helicopter in the distance, he shook his head. "SHEILDS already on the way shadow. The question is now do you want to leave before the cops show up or no." He heard a cough looking down at furnace, "you can't stop what's gonna happen.....you stupid red white and blue..." Patriot went down on one of his knees, "and that's what?" Furnace laughed, "like I would tell the idiot." Nick shook his head slightly, before looking up at shadow from his kneeling position.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow looked at the helicopter that was heard and seen. hearing the options that Patriot put before Shadow made her think for a moment. Looking at the concrete. As she was thinking, the cough too caught her attention but did not look at furnace as he spoke. Unsure exactly what he was talking about exactly, but had a few guesses, the female caster looked to Patriot as he looked at her. "I would not understand why we should leave because of the cops so I think we should knock him out and let SHIELD take care of him. I guess we can try to explain things to the authorities if we can." She stated. But she felt a little uneasy about being around cops. She really had no idea why.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded some, before walking over to furnace. Looking down at the villian, before delivering a good punch to the temple knocking him out. Before he saw the vans of shields oppritives coming into sight.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow watched furnace being knocked out by Patriot, hearing the van come eventually. Upon their arrival, the magic user noted the cops too coming closer than before. "I believe we may not have to deal with the authorities if SHELD had arrived first." Though what she was starting to think about what furnace had said. 'Maybe what Director Fury had told us to the best of his abilities is close as to what furnace was trying to refer to.' She couldn't be sure but would take it up with Patriot when they were alone.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded some, placing his shield on his back. Looking down at dlfurnace he shrugged, hearing the helicopter and seeing fury step out looking to both of them. "Nice job you two for now both of you are dismissed you can go home and rest up." He nodded slightly, before looking to shadow. "I guess I'll see you when we get called back in again or when something hits the city." With that he got on his bike and drove off.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow watched a helicopter come in only for Fury to come out to see them. The dark haired teen straightened at his presence. Hearing how good of a gob they did and that they were dismissed, Shadow nodded before her eyes were moved to Patriot who bid her farewell. "I too shall see you later." She said before he had driven off.
Later that day, Shadow had to get a ride from SHIELD to get to her transportation. Which was her car. A 2007 Chevrolet black Comaro with green and gold flames on the sides. She had gotten it for a decent price at a used car dealership but she asked someone she had known and helped to put the paint and designs on it. It ran well and she didnt normally drive it everywhere. But her father had asked to use her motorcycle and so she had to use the car. Shadow drove him of which she was no longer wearing her outfit when she had arrived home. She went upstairs, and had gone to her bed where a German shepard had greeted her and she plopped onto till she was called for dinner or something that needed her attention.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Opening the garage, he drove into it closing the door behind him. Pulling off the mask that covered his hair and some of his face nick made his way toward his room. He made sure to keep his footsteps light and make sure he could get to his room without a hassle. Going to his room he started pulling off the suit wincing every now and then cause of the bruises he had gotten, and the fight with furnace had hurt him too.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Later That Week:
It was Monday and the School was buzzing with news of a new wannabe hero running around and was spotted taking down furnace with Patriot. Some think she looks like the person that tried to take out Manhattan years back. Desondra was looking about the people who were looking at videos and twitter feeds and so forth about the buzzing news that people were either excited about, hated or were questioning it. But she tried to stay more closed off than she had before. She didn't like people randomly asking for her opinion on it for she didnt want to give an impression that she knew something or taking sides. Des didn't want to do that. But no doubt that in one of her classes that they would have to discuss about it and all that fun stuff. But seemed focused on something. Something within her notebook that had more importance it seemed that anything else.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick had his bag over his shoulder, paying no mind to the talk about him though they were also talking about shadow that had been teamed up with him. He shrugged, let them think what they want about them shadow was his partner and they needed to figure out what was going on something about what furnace said yesterday.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
When Nick came into his first period class, there was a folded up slip of paper on his Desk. It wasn't big just big enough to be seen by Nick. When he reads it, it says:
"Come to the south gym during lunch. Much to talk about. Don't worry. Not the bad guy."
It had no n as to who had wrote it but seemed to know him quite a bit. The hand writing was nice, not sloppy. But a handing Nick might or might not know.</s>
| <|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick raised an eyebrow to the note. Before plopping down in his seat. He wasn't quite paying attention though when he was called on to answer he did his best to answer before his thoughts went back to the note. Something was up, that much he knew though it had to be someone in his class to put that note on his desk.
Lunch came, though while everyone headed to the cafeteria, he headed for the gym his bag aligned over one shoulder as he made his way through the hall.</s> |
<|description|>Nick Rogers
Hero Name: Patriot
Age: 18
Parents: Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter
Personality: will protect the people that are close to him, is serious though once you get through the walls he set up. He's kind and gentle, funny can be why sometimes if he wants to.
History: will be revealed in roleplay
Appearance:
With suit
Ignore the A on the helmet</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Fury nodded and let go, walking to his desk, standing as he looked to his two young heroes. "That is all. I will let you know when any missions have come up. For now I need to go over some reports. You are free to do as you please. I'm counting on you both." Fury then sat down in his desk chair and turned on his computer and started turning on the lights. Shadow took this time while the lights were being turned on to exit the room. She seemed to have something on her mind.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded, before walking out. Catching shadows arm, "you alright? Something seems to be troubling you." His father had taught him how to read body language and facial features, it came in handy when going to take down any threats that threatened the city.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Not expecting someone to grab her arm, she jumped a little before turning to see Patriot and asking what was wrong. She stayed where she stopped. "Sort of. Its just that. I just arrive her, new to being in a organization and being partnered with someone to be put on an important mission that involves the fate of the planet. And I dont have to prove anything. Its....odd." Shadow admitted. She didnt didnt understand people no matter how long she had been around them.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot shrugged, "Fury has his ways of knowing people from the beginning whether there going to be a traitor or something else anyway. I think-" he got cut off by an explosion looking out the window seeing smoke rising up. Cursing slightly, before looking back at Shadow. "We need to move now, or whatever that thing was is going to destroy more than that one building." Running toward the stairs, hoping that Shadow was following. He got to the garage, removing a tarp to reveal and old bike underneath. Revving the engine to life, he took off. Keeping in contact with shadow through the main communicator ear piece.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow too had seen the explosion and followed willingly. following him down stairs and to the garage where she got in a motorcycle of her own. She sped off after putting her helmet on and starting g up the cycle. "What explosion could that have possibly been?" Shadow asked through the communicator earpiece.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot frowned, turning down a street. Hearing shouts and gunfire getting closer, "I don't know what could all I know is that we have to stop this before it gets out of control." Stopping, just to see Furnace. "Oh hell when did he manage to get out of prison?" He heard another explosion, but it was a few yards in front of him running up just to see fire heading his way. Jumping to the side rolling and getting back to his feet.
Keeping his eyes on Furnace, he kept running just for fire to hit his shield and stop him in his tracks. "Oh come on little man that can't be all you have." Furnaces shout reached his ears, only grunting in response as he was slowly pushed back from the pressure.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow had taken another road to come around and hit from the other side. Getting off the bike, with it parked on the other side of a building, she looked out to see the area Furnace and Patriot were squaring off. Smirking, Shadow looked around before she blinked and her eyes shined a brighter emerald color with a gleam of gold. Shadow had whispered something before a Giant Dire wolf had appeared and ran out at furnace, it started to form fire within its mouth. "Patriot. I want to try and distract him. Maybe finding a highrant and use it against him and what fire is within that exploded building." She suggested, seeming distracted.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded, "whatever you think best Shadow I'll keep his attention on me till your ready." With that he swung his, shield into Furnaces chest knocking him black running up just to slam his shield into his face a dazed Furnace stumbled back.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
The Dire Wolf ran at furnace and swiped at him with its giant paw, sending him away from Patriot to his right but to where he could not be sent far. Shadow was peeking around to find the nearest hydrant so they could weaken him and bind him. Finding one wasn't too much of a problem. Northeast of Patriot's position, Shadow ran to that said hydrant. "I position, northeast of you. Fenrir will help as best as he can."</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded, "alright me and fenrir I think you said will lead him toward you." With that he threw his shield at furnace getting the guys attention smirking a bit. He pushed furnace toward northeast toward shadows location.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow stayed within the shadows where furnace could not see her as Fenrir helped direct and push furnace northeast. Shadow waited for the right time to strike as she had been watching their every move carefully. When she saw Furnace in the right distance, she seemed to be chanting softly where it couldn't exactly be heard but to one with very advanced hearing, it sounded asgardian. The Hydrant turned one its caps loose and started to drench Furance with high pressured water which would send him flying in which Fenrir pursued him so he wouldnt try and escape. Shadow then closed the opening with the same cap. She looked to Patriot with a nod and went to find furnace who went flying in the southwest of their position.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot watched shadow run toward where furnace went flying. Frowning slightly, he followed picking up the villain who tried to fight his grip. Though with the super soldier serum running through him his grip was stronger. Making sure furnace was tied up, before he heard the sirens of cops coming toward them.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow looked around when Patriot was tying Furnace up. She was watching for anyone or anything coming in their direction. Hearing that there was sirens of the cops. Looking in the direction they were coming from, Fenrir had vanished but she then looked to Patriot. "What do we do? It seems the cops might try to take over the situation." Shadow stated calmly. "Should we call SHIELD?" Shadow honestly wondered what they were to do when cops came when someone from SHIELD takes care of a villian.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Seeing a helicopter in the distance, he shook his head. "SHEILDS already on the way shadow. The question is now do you want to leave before the cops show up or no." He heard a cough looking down at furnace, "you can't stop what's gonna happen.....you stupid red white and blue..." Patriot went down on one of his knees, "and that's what?" Furnace laughed, "like I would tell the idiot." Nick shook his head slightly, before looking up at shadow from his kneeling position.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow looked at the helicopter that was heard and seen. hearing the options that Patriot put before Shadow made her think for a moment. Looking at the concrete. As she was thinking, the cough too caught her attention but did not look at furnace as he spoke. Unsure exactly what he was talking about exactly, but had a few guesses, the female caster looked to Patriot as he looked at her. "I would not understand why we should leave because of the cops so I think we should knock him out and let SHIELD take care of him. I guess we can try to explain things to the authorities if we can." She stated. But she felt a little uneasy about being around cops. She really had no idea why.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded some, before walking over to furnace. Looking down at the villian, before delivering a good punch to the temple knocking him out. Before he saw the vans of shields oppritives coming into sight.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow watched furnace being knocked out by Patriot, hearing the van come eventually. Upon their arrival, the magic user noted the cops too coming closer than before. "I believe we may not have to deal with the authorities if SHELD had arrived first." Though what she was starting to think about what furnace had said. 'Maybe what Director Fury had told us to the best of his abilities is close as to what furnace was trying to refer to.' She couldn't be sure but would take it up with Patriot when they were alone.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Patriot nodded some, placing his shield on his back. Looking down at dlfurnace he shrugged, hearing the helicopter and seeing fury step out looking to both of them. "Nice job you two for now both of you are dismissed you can go home and rest up." He nodded slightly, before looking to shadow. "I guess I'll see you when we get called back in again or when something hits the city." With that he got on his bike and drove off.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Shadow watched a helicopter come in only for Fury to come out to see them. The dark haired teen straightened at his presence. Hearing how good of a gob they did and that they were dismissed, Shadow nodded before her eyes were moved to Patriot who bid her farewell. "I too shall see you later." She said before he had driven off.
Later that day, Shadow had to get a ride from SHIELD to get to her transportation. Which was her car. A 2007 Chevrolet black Comaro with green and gold flames on the sides. She had gotten it for a decent price at a used car dealership but she asked someone she had known and helped to put the paint and designs on it. It ran well and she didnt normally drive it everywhere. But her father had asked to use her motorcycle and so she had to use the car. Shadow drove him of which she was no longer wearing her outfit when she had arrived home. She went upstairs, and had gone to her bed where a German shepard had greeted her and she plopped onto till she was called for dinner or something that needed her attention.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Opening the garage, he drove into it closing the door behind him. Pulling off the mask that covered his hair and some of his face nick made his way toward his room. He made sure to keep his footsteps light and make sure he could get to his room without a hassle. Going to his room he started pulling off the suit wincing every now and then cause of the bruises he had gotten, and the fight with furnace had hurt him too.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Later That Week:
It was Monday and the School was buzzing with news of a new wannabe hero running around and was spotted taking down furnace with Patriot. Some think she looks like the person that tried to take out Manhattan years back. Desondra was looking about the people who were looking at videos and twitter feeds and so forth about the buzzing news that people were either excited about, hated or were questioning it. But she tried to stay more closed off than she had before. She didn't like people randomly asking for her opinion on it for she didnt want to give an impression that she knew something or taking sides. Des didn't want to do that. But no doubt that in one of her classes that they would have to discuss about it and all that fun stuff. But seemed focused on something. Something within her notebook that had more importance it seemed that anything else.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick had his bag over his shoulder, paying no mind to the talk about him though they were also talking about shadow that had been teamed up with him. He shrugged, let them think what they want about them shadow was his partner and they needed to figure out what was going on something about what furnace said yesterday.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
When Nick came into his first period class, there was a folded up slip of paper on his Desk. It wasn't big just big enough to be seen by Nick. When he reads it, it says:
"Come to the south gym during lunch. Much to talk about. Don't worry. Not the bad guy."
It had no n as to who had wrote it but seemed to know him quite a bit. The hand writing was nice, not sloppy. But a handing Nick might or might not know.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick raised an eyebrow to the note. Before plopping down in his seat. He wasn't quite paying attention though when he was called on to answer he did his best to answer before his thoughts went back to the note. Something was up, that much he knew though it had to be someone in his class to put that note on his desk.
Lunch came, though while everyone headed to the cafeteria, he headed for the gym his bag aligned over one shoulder as he made his way through the hall.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
When Nick was on his way to the south gym, no else seemed to have made their way there. When Nick entered, it seemed empty, lights were on, but empty up until someone had come from hiding behind the bleachers. It was Desondra. "I-I wrote that note. It's...It's about what furnace said last weekend."</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Looking around, nick was about to leave till he saw the movement. Stopping and listening before nodding, "I guess you put the pieces together on my identity then." Though he was wondering what the connection was with what furnace had said it bugged him slightly though he nodded for her to continue.</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Desondra nodded. "I did. I figured it out when I found out that your father was Steven Rogers, Captain America. Plus your voice was familiar." She had told Nick, walked up to him as she continued. "I know we are both bothered by what Furnace said last weekend and I have reason believe that it was what Director Fury told us our primary mission. Furnace maybe linked to whoever is threatening the planet. 'What can't stop what's gonna happen? Doesn't that sound like he knows more than he is letting on?" She asked, her stuttering practically gone as she let her thoughts be known. Standing a few feet from Rogers.</s>
<|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick nodded some before frowning in thought, "he was being vague." He shook his head at the thought "he was being careful with his words hoping we would visit him to get the rest of the information out of him." A sigh escaped his lips, "though we'll have to pay him a visit to find out what he knows."</s>
<|message|>Desondra Davis
Desondra nodded. "I got that impression too. She sat down on one of the bleachers and sighed. "Now the question is, when are going to be able to visit this furnace character? And is he that hard to get information from?" Desondra was curious. She didn't know furnace but had a feeling he was good at reeling heroes in to get them stirred up.</s>
| <|message|>Nick Rogers
Nick frowned some, "don't know this is my first time dealing with this guy ever he has a big ordeal of not going to make himself well known though he does have info we need." He shook his head, "we'll have to see or ask fury if we can."</s> |
<|description|>Deng Wei Jie
Still W.I.P. Lacking appearances.
Far-East Section
Team Callsign: Virus
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Nationality: Chinese
Appearance: Hard-faced, tall and buff, Wei Jie looks just the part as a team leader of his self-made infiltration and sabotage group. Despite having left the military years ago, he still keeps to the standard haircut of not having any hair at all. His intense, black eyes are the sort which could make the weak-willed break with just a stare and bring discomfort to the mentally stronger.
Service History:
- 45th Airborne Division, PLA; 4 years
- Guangzhou Military Region Special Forces, PLA; 6 years
Notable Skills: Infiltration; Airborne operations; Sabotage; Behind Enemy Lines operations; Heavy weapons
Name: Geoffrey Eng Tay Huat
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Nationality: Singaporean
Appearance: Geoffrey is perhaps the best example of being too average. Average in height, looks and even his build, he stands out among the rest of his squad simply by virtue of being the only one who can be seen as 'perfectly normal'. The only part of him that stands out is perhaps his hair, which barely touches his brow and collar - the longest Wei Jie would allow. He always wears a pair of ballistic glasses, not out of fashion, but because he requires the lens inserts to counter his short-sightedness.
Service History:
- Basic Military Training Center Tekong, SAF; 4 Months (Conscript)
- Specialist Cadet School, SAF; 6 Months (Conscript)
- Singapore Guards Formation, SAF; 10 Months (Conscript)
- 1 Army Development Force, SAF: 7 years (Regular)
Notable Skills: Marksmanship; Camouflage and concealment; heliborne and amphibious operations; intelligence gathering/recce
Name: Mohammed Firdaus bin Faizal
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Nationality: Malaysian
Appearance: Friendly and almost always smiling, one would be forgiven for seeing Firdaus as anything but the highly-trained ex-Malaysian special forces operative that he is. His body - with the exception of the neck and face - is covered in all sorts of tattoos, each of them a souvenir of every country he has been to ever since joining R.E.S.C.U.E. Like Geoffrey, he grows his hair out as long as Wei Jie would allow it.
Service History:
- Royal Malay Regiment, Malaysian Army; 3 years
- Royal Ranger Regiment, Malaysian Army; 1 year
- Special Service Group, Malaysian Army; 4 years
Notable skills: Jungle survival and combat; Asymmetrical Warfare; Urban operations; Close quarters combat
Name: Hisakawa Kazue
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Nationality: Japanese
Appearance: With her short, slim build and youthful features, Kazue looks - and is often mistaken - for being a lot younger and with it, a lot less experienced than she actually is. However, one look at the serious look on her face - rivaled only by Wei Jie's - and most would think twice before voicing such misconceptions. She keeps her shoulder-length black hair tied up in a JGSDF regulation ponytail. Old habits are hard to break, after all.
Service History
- 4th Engineer Brigade, JGSDF: 4 years
- 1st Airborne Brigade, JGSDF: 4 years
Notable Skills: Demolitions; Airborne operations; Combat engineering; Field construction; Reconnaissance
Name: Adelaida Cosalan Vianzon
Team Callsign: Dare
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Nationality: Philippino
Appearance: Adelaida looks about as gentle as her position in the squad requires her to be. With her soft smile, assuring eyes and gentle nature, it does not take much for her to calm even the most frenzied of casualties. Like Kazue, she keeps her hair tied into a tight ponytail.
Service History
- 1st Infantry Division, Philippine Army; 3 years
- 1st Special Forces (Airborne) Regiment, Philippine Army; 4 years
Notable Skills: Combat medicine; Trauma medicine; Airborne operations; Combat search and rescue</s>
<|message|>Sean Jackson (pronounced Shaun)
"Kingpin-Actual. get your squad over here. keep yourself there for the girl then get round here" Sean said. a couple moments later Jack and Seamus submerged and awaited with Sean and Issac from the go order from Prophet. "Cobra-One this is Kingpin-Actual, whats your position. over" Katya said through the radio.</s>
<|message|>Adam "Riot" Mason
Underwater, Cobra team listened in on the radio channel, with Kingpin on the radio. Adam awaited direct communication. Fortunately he was able to speak under his scuba mask into a radio. "Kingpin Actual, this is Cobra One. Awaiting the signal to surface and board, over?" Adam replied, awaiting his signal. The Cobra team was ready, each manning a torpedo, with their guns slung over their backs. Adam did not ask for non-lethal guns and instead ask for modern military guns, the SA-80, all 4 being fitted with suppressors and ACOG scopes. They also had harpoon guns for firing the boarding hooks. Emile began talking over Channel 7, specific to Cobra team. "Hey, boss." He said. "What are we waiting for huh?" He asked, with C4 breaching charges attached to his belt. 'Boom' was given charge of the breaching procedure, being the best demolition expert on the team. "Hold it Boom." Adam replied. "We're awaiting Kingpin's go ahead then we'll get going." He said. Moyra and Sam stayed silent over the radio but glanced at each other briefly before facing forward at the underbelly of the Odessa.</s>
<|message|>Sean Jackson (pronounced Shaun)
"Cobra-one this Is kingpin-actual. Get aboard the ship quickly. Enemy zodiac are down. Prophet-lead are aboard and have counted 3 tangos down. Get to the hostage room quick so we can get these bombs off" Sean said Giving Katya the order to move round to them. "Prophet-lead we got a no go on the hostage drop off . Repeat drop off is a no go. Get her to a secure location over"</s>
| <|message|>Deng Wei Jie
As dangerous as their position was, Wei Jie was unwilling to leave his position until every single hostile was eliminated. He was well aware that the women that they had left in the brothel either had yet to leave, or were still going to be easy prey for any pirates that survived the intense fire pouring in from both his team and the Osprey assault element. Without replying to Osprey, he took aim at a group of pirates and emptied the remaining three rounds in his current magazine. The resulting explosion all but vaporized his targets and maimed a further two who were unfortunate enough to be standing within range of the grenade's burst of shrapnel.
Machine gun fire from his right scythed through the air, mowing down those who had survived the destruction of the technicals and were now attempting an approach on foot. Every now and then, the sharp, distinct crack of a sniper rifle could be heard, shortly followed by the keeling over of an enemy. The lack of any objections from his team made Wei Jie even more sure of his decision to delay their exit for just a little longer to give the women a higher chance of escaping.
Once the last techinical had been taken out by a rocket courtesy of Osprey, Wei Jie at last gave his initial orders for their orderly exit. "Firdaus, take the remaining QLB magazines and head downstairs. Hold position at the same door we came in." He said and pushed the two remaining full magazines towards the Malaysian.
"Got it," Firdaus replied, grabbed the two magazines and hastily made his way back down the stairs.
"Adelaida, I will take over the machine gun. Head down and join Firdaus, I will join the two of you once the coast is clear." Wei Jie said calmly. He knew that Osprey was probably keeping watch over Virus while cursing them for taking so long, but Wei Jie wanted to personally ensure the safety of those under him. He had served under a few commanders who were more than willing to be the first to leave a fight even if it meant leaving their soldiers in a precarious position. At the same time, he had the privilege of serving under those who always made sure their people were safe before leaving themselves. Wei Jie made a note of emulating the latter while using the former as an example of how not to lead.
He pushed himself off the ground and moved over to the LMG just as Adelaida made her way down the stairs. Adopting a low kneeling position, Wei Jie aimed down the sights of the machine gun and fired off short bursts at any pirate who made the mistake of making himself a target. Only once he was satisfied that there were no longer any major threats around did he run back down the stairs to rejoin the rest of his team. "We are in the clear, but we will have to run towards Geoffrey and Kazue. I do not want to hang around here." He said, then addressed his squad's sniper team. "Geoffrey, Kazue, start packing up. We are on the way to your position."
Adelaida frowned slightly even as they cautiously moved through the open door. "What about the women?"
Wei Jie shook his head. There was literally nothing more they could do. Had there been a vehicle large enough to carry all the women back to the nearest town, he would have told Osprey to head back while his team escorted the women away. However, now all they could do was just give the women their freedom and hope for the best. He did not like it a bit, but there was still one ray of hope. "I know that PLA special forces occasionally conduct their own raids on troublesome pirate bases. If they are lucky, they might run into one such raiding party."
"With everything they have endured, I think they deserve a bit of luck." Adelaida said with a sigh, but quickly fell into silence as the three of them ran the four-hundred or so meters to Geoffrey and Kazue's position. It was nothing they were not used to, but after a brief but intense firefight through the brothel, followed immediately after by the repelling of a sizable attack by the pirates, the three of them were out of breath by the time they reached the other two members of their squad.
Wei Jie could feel his legs and lungs burning - the nine kilogram QLB-06 was starting to feel like a bad idea, but he simply stood up straight and took in a few deep breaths to recover. Geoffrey and Kazue were just finishing packing up, the former stuffing the camouflage net back into his rucksack and the latter burying the spent shell casings by shoveling sand into the ditch. It only took them a few seconds before they were ready to move off and Wei Jie mentally prepared himself for the forced quick march back to the insertion point.
They were within visual range of the beach when they received word of an enemy patrol moving down the beach in their direction. By the sound of things, the enemy had no idea where Virus or Osprey were and were merely wandering around blindly and hoping for the best. "Virus Actual copies," Wei Jie said, with no small amount of frustration in his voice. This Khanya was proving to be a pain even after his death. The enemy patrol had to be taken out, no question about that. They could easily wreck the teams' boats and thus leave them trapped in Somalia, and that was not something Wei Jie wanted to happen.
Still, he was not in the mood for a protracted fight. He wanted to go in, eliminate the patrol as quickly as possible and then just hop back into the boat. "Geoffrey, ready your MP5. We are not going to do this the clean way." Wei Jie said. A moment later, he heard the clacking of metal as the sniper slung his rifle across his back and brought up his submachine gun. "Adelaida, Firdaus, I am giving you the freedom of choosing when we attack. Just make sure it is...Fearsome." He said.
Firdaus laughed. "That, I can do. Just watch." He said.
Virus slowed their pace as they approached the boat, anticipating the arrival of the enemy patrol. Sure enough, they saw the circles of light cast by their torches long before they could even make out their outlines. "Shift to flank," Wei Jie said quickly through his microphone. The team moved parallel to the enemy patrol, and only once they were almost in line with one another did Firdaus land the first blow.
With a ferocious roar, he charged towards the leading man of the enemy patrol and fired an extended burst from his 552 into the pirate's chest. He grabbed the body before it fell and used it as a human shield to soak up the rounds fired by the second man in the enemy patrol. While he was distracted with Firdaus, Adelaida joined the fray, placing two clean shots into the second pirate's head, dropping him instantly. From the back, Kazue and Geoffrey wasted no time in taking out their own targets while Wei Jie hung back and used his light machine gun to eliminate those who were smart enough to keep their distance and attempt to regroup.
Within seconds, the pirate patrol had dispersed. Virus made no attempts to persecute the runners; that was not part of their job. They simply had to secure the boat and they had completed their task. Wei Jie pushed the boat slightly into the water so that when Osprey arrived, they could all just pile in, start up the engine and be off. "Virus to Osprey, boat is secured. Just waiting on you." He said and looked out at the water. In the distance, he could make out several pinpricks of white light, probably the headlamps or searchlights of boats. Judging by the fact that almost all of them were heading away from shore and the near-constant distance between each of them, Wei Jie guessed that they were pirate-commandeered vessels. However, they did not seem to be heading towards Virus, at least not at the current moment.
"You might want to make it quick. We have possible pirate vessels leaving shore, but they are not heading for us. Probably for some juicy target farther off shore." He reported.</s> |
<|description|>K-9 Mk. 1 - Codenamed: CERBERUS
Appearance:
Size: Three-and-a-half feet at the shoulder, and six-and-a-half feet in length. Weighs close to 200 pounds.
Unit history: The K-9 unit was a prototype experiment in creating a highly-advanced recon and combat unit, equipped with vast amounts of intelligence, allowing it to converse and share data with humans easily. The CERBERUS unit was the first fully-operational model used in field use, and exceeded base standards given for the model's capabilities. The K-9 Mk. 1 was built for high-profile assassination, recon, and stealth missions while being equipped for open combat if necessary. Problems developed later on in field use when the Mk. 1 appeared to develop a sense of empathy and morality, lacking the drive or will needed to senselessly kill enemies like other combat units did. As such, the Mk. 1 was forbidden from field use until further adaptations could be made to its CPU system.
Memory: Cerberus' memory was wiped shortly after being banned from field use. As such his purpose and reason for being built are unknown to him, though occasional flashes of his old memory are made available to him at random times, due to his highly advanced CPU unit. Cerberus holds no disdain towards humans in particular, but also does not show extreme loyalty towards them either.
Equipment: Due to being built more for reconnaissance and scouting purposes, Cerberus lacks the heavy weaponry found in more front-line units. For range, Cerberus is equipped with a single shoulder-mounted machine gun, equipped with a built in laser-sight and a synchronization feature that co-operates with Cerberus' own sensors. Alongside this are a variety of spring-loaded high-frequency knives, superheated to the point they can sear through metal. For melee purposes, Cerberus' body is equipped with knife-like blades attached to the underside of each leg, blade-like claws, and sharp canine teeth that make him extremely deadly up-close. Lastly, Cerberus' tail can function as a weapon in itself, should the need call for it.
Weaponry aside, Cerberus' model is equipped with a stealth camouflage unit integrated into his frame, bending the light around Cerberus and rendering him virtually invisible. However, this module is a prototype, and thus usually does not last long and spontaneously shorts out. Cerberus' sensors contain a thermal heat vision, night vision, and limited x-ray vision modules to enhance his already powerful vision. Lastly, Cerberus' body is also equipped with a music radio, audio recording and playback feature, vocabulator (allowing him to speak), and a highly advanced database that allows him to recover and document most any data he comes across, within the bounds of his programming.
Skills:
-Highly adept skill in stealth and concealment
-Excellent tracker and navigator
-Staunch loyalty towards companions
-A remarkable amount of knowledge in human psychology and philosophy
-Combat tactics
Ranks:
Combat: B
Memory: C
Speed: A
Companionship: A
Electronics: D
Wisdom: A
Initializing data retrieval: "COMPLETE"</s>
<|message|>Dome
Dome awoke from his hibernation slowly. He could hardly remember anything, let alone why he was lying in a room filled with rubbish and rubble. He just lay on the ground for a while after waking, unsure what to do. He was made to explore unchartered planets, and he was sure he would have remembered being rocketed off to some unknown world filled with fauna or dust and being ordered to charter the lands for humans to come. He was certain rubble and rubbish weren't inventions on most baron landscapes.
He brushed some small pieces of rubble off of his legs as he pushed himself upwards. The room he was in was obviously some kind of storage room, but the roof was caved in and it seems all it stored was rubbish. This didn't make Dome feel great about himself. Nevertheless, he set about finding a way out of this room, he was sure someone would tell him where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. He stumbled upon a door hidden behind a large piece of roof that was leaning against the wall above the door. He sidled inbetween the wall and the piece of roof and forced the partially open door to let him through by pushing against both ends using his back and leg.
He seemed to be in some kind of military facility by the looks of things. Broken cameras were on just about every wall and he kept stumbling upon helmets and whatnot lying about on the floor. Every now and then, a red, gooey, copper smelling substance followed the helmets. The building was a maze, but he eventually found what looked to be some sort of elevator. Dome attempted to figure out how to work the elevator, but every time he pressed one of the many numbered buttons he was met with the disappointment of silence. He noticed a trapdoor on the ceiling of the elevator and jumped up to push it open. It revealed the elevator shaft housing a ladder that seemed to climb higher and higher into the endless darkness. Dome was ecstatic, it was in his code to venture into the unknown, he could feel it in his metallic bones. He clambered up into the elevator shaft and began the slow climb up to the roof.
Five or ten minutes later and he had reached the roof. He had to once again force a few doors open, but he was just happy to have discovered something at the top of the ladder. The pattern of helmets and liquids was much less prevalent on this floor, but the small amount of helmets and whatnot there was did lead, Dome to the outside. He couldn't believe what he saw when he got outside. Mars! It had to be Mars! Red rocks, baron landscapes! Giant Robots! Dust! Dome suddenly felt something wrong. The first thing was that to his knowledge there were no military bases on Mars, the second was that there were no giant robots. He stood on a metal walkway, barely hanging by the loose bolts that stuck it to the cracked and crumbled walls. He made his way to the fire escape just around the corner and reached the ground in time to see the gate opening. His instincts made him draw his pistol, he hoped he wouldn't have to use it.</s>
<|message|>Delta 779
"Delta 779..........Delta 779..........Delta 779 confirm status" says an annoying voice in the darkness
Status, annoyed, why do you keep repeating yourself? says 779 as her sensors come on line
"Status annoyed not found please initiate immediate system diagnosis" says the confused stasis computer.
Giggling 779 realizes if she wants the protective seals to open she needs to mollify the simple program by playing ball.
Delta 779 system analysis Alpha 1147 Nominal, Beta 449 Nominal, Omega 6 Nominal, internal hydrogen fuel cell 100% pressure green, motive muscles viable, nano factory on line 6 by 6, sensors check positive..... she says spewing out personal information for about ten minutes
Finally the stasis computer confirms her functioning status and she hears her coffin hiss open. Once she pushes open the lid she inhaled deeply even though she didn't need to breath. Looking around she has to adjust her visuals to UV because of a lack of light as her comms system opens up to catch a signals.
Climbing out of the stasis capsule she retrieves her stealth suit's helmet that had been serving as the box's computer and put it on her head. 779 didn't know what had happened to the base she woke in but all her scans told her the tragic story of loss, the base was dead it's Triplex Tactical system inert.
779 was alone and it saddened her to think she was so she began exploring. She found the base hanger empty of any craft and the same was true for the other rooms she visited. It was during her exploration that she found the bones of a human an reverently picked them all up placing them later on a shelf among others in the lower crypt.
For hours she scoured the base amassing a small amount of articles which she thought might prove useful in future. Then for reasons she couldn't explain if asked she began cache the things she'd found in hiding places.
Once she was done she left the facility her stealth suit on low power but still very difficult to see. She moved slowly at first hopping from hard surface to hard surface so she would leave tracks revealing where she'd come from. When she found a stone dry wash 779 changed her pace and depowered her stealth suit using the wash to conceal her movements.
779 had difficulty explaining it but she felt so alone an sad after she'd found the human bones. Her emotional state so vexed her that she removed her helmet because it felt stifling allow the breeze to caress her face.
779 by human standards was quite a beauty and because she had been made as a companion she could pass all but detailed scans as a human woman. Her hair and skin were a synthetic organic product that could heal all on it's own but was more durable than the real thing. Her eyes today were a dark blue and could shift color in less than a second.
"Why do I feel so all alone? She thought as she moved along.</s>
| <|message|>K-9 Mk. 1 - Codenamed: CERBERUS
Darkness. Total darkness. The world had grown silent for the last few years, a dead heartbeat of a once vibrant world. But then, it came back to life...
In the umbra of shadow, a small dot of light appeared in the distance. Faint at first, small enough it hardly could be seen - but it was there nonetheless.
The dot grew larger, slowly but surely growing brighter, more powerful, until a powerful sheen, blinding to the naked eye encapsulated the entire field of view, a red overlay with a single pop-up message in the center:
[UNIT REACTIVATED: K-9 UNIT, MK. 1, DESIGNATION: CERBERUS - UPLOADING MEMORY...........*ERROR* MEMORY COULD NOT BE FULLY UPLOADED, SEE ADMINISTRATOR FOR DETAILS. RUNNING SYSTEMS DIAGNOSTIC]
The sudden sound of servos whirring and gears clicking into place pierced the deafening silence as the K-9 unit slowly rose to its feet, shaky at first as its internal CPU was beginning the long process of completing diagnostics.
[CORE SYSTEMS: ONLINE, NO ERRORS DETECTED - TESTING MOVEMENT FUNCTIONS]
As if on cue, the K-9 unit shakily began walking in a circle, its head swaying from side to side and its tail swishing this way and that.
[MOVEMENT FUNCTIONS: ONLINE, NO ERRORS DETECTED - TESTING WEAPON SYSTEMS]
Suddenly, all of the K-9 unit's weapons activated at once, a piercing sound accompanying the sight of at least a dozen blades springing into place from all across the robot's body. A machine gun attached to a shoulder-mounted arm rose up about eight inches into the air, the arm swiveling in a 360 degree angle. The machine's claws seemed to extend and spread apart, making a clitter-clatter sound on the cool metal ground.
[WEAPONS SYSTEMS: ONLINE, NO ERRORS DETECTED - TESTING PHOTORECEPTOR FUNCTIONS]
The K-9 unit's field of vision rapidly began shifting, its usual red overlay shifting to thermal vision, then a green-tinted night vision, then a blue-tinted x-ray vision before returning to the original overlay.
[PHOTORECEPTOR FUNCTIONS: ONLINE, NO ERRORS DETECTED - TESTING VOCABULATOR FUNCTIONS]
The K-9 unit raised its head into the air and began to speak in a deep, metallic, gravelly voice: "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.". After finishing in English, the K-9 unit then proceeded to speak sentences in a number of different languages:
"Quizdeltagerne spiste jordbær med fløde, mens cirkusklovnen Wolther spillede på xylofon."
"Falsches Üben von Xylophonmusik quält jeden größeren Zwerg."
"El pingüino Wenceslao hizo kilómetros bajo exhaustiva lluvia y frío, añoraba a su querido cachorro."
"Съешь же ещё этих мягких французских булок да выпей чаю."
"Le cœur déçu mais l'âme plutôt naïve, Louÿs rêva de crapaüter en canoë au delà des îles, près du mälström où brûlent les novæ."
[VOCABULATOR FUNCTIONS: ONLINE, NO ERRORS DETECTED - TESTING ADDITIONAL FEATURES]
Lowering its head once again, the K-9 unit quickly disappeared from view, a slight shimmering being the only hint of its location. Reappearing in a small field of static electricity, the K-9 unit then began to play Oldies tunes from its built in radio.
"If I didn't care more than words can say, if I didn't care, would I feel this way?--- Up to the moment when we said our first "hello", little did we know, love was just a glance away a warm, embracing dance away---Here we know that Christmas will be green and bright, the Sun to shine by day and all the stars at night."
The amalgamation of various song segments stopped after the K-9 unit felt the radio feature was sufficiently tested. Indeed, another box in its overlay came up:
[ADDITIONAL FEATURES: ONLINE, NO ERRORS DETECTED - DIAGNOSTICS COMPLETE, UNIT READY FOR DEPLOYMENT...........*ERROR*, NO DIRECTIVE FOUND, SEE ADMINISTRATOR FOR DETAILS]
Silently obeying its orders, the K-9 unit explored the empty facility, noting the scorch marks that lined the steel walls, the cracked and broken screens of computers, files and coffee mugs strewn across the ground: and the bodies.
Running a quick scan, the K-9 unit was perturbed when another box appeared in its overlay:
[SCAN CONCLUDES: ALL PERSONNEL...DECEASED. INITIATING SELF-PRESERVATION PROTOCOL, PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: REMAIN ACTIVATED - SECONDARY DIRECTIVE: LOCATE HUMANS]
With this new information in mind, the K-9 unit changed its pace to a sprint, scampering down the maze-like hallways and corridors that made up the facility. Though unaware of how such information was placed in its databanks, the K-9 unit had a map of the facility downloaded and ready for use.
With its aid, it only took about 20 standard Earth minutes for the K-9 unit to escape the facility, finding itself outside in a barren wasteland....Earth. With the self-preservation module activated, there was only one thing to do: survive.</s> |
<|description|>Instaurabo (Latin for 'repair') "Star"
Model: ???
Appearance:
Size:
Height: 6'
Weight: 330 lb (Decided by googling the weights of comparably sized robots.)
Unit history:
Mission: Repair and Redesign
Locate and target damaged friendly mechanical assault units to perform emergency field repairs using localized resources. Authorized to use unconvential parts or methods so long as the target is repaired to 'working order' defined as ************ of performing intended function. If information on target's build and purpose cannot be identified, permission is granted to Instaurabo unit to ******************. Friendlies may be identified by **************** as well as source of last given directives.
Description: Instaurabo
Designed for battle field usage, the Instaurabo was created with two objectives in mind. The first was the durability to withstand warzone conditions, and the second was to preserve the robotic's intricate dexterity, which was important for their primary role as battlefield engineers. As such, the design of the robot is sturdy and highly resistant to the natural elements (this includes submersion). The armoring of the robot is sufficient to with stand small-arms fire in the extremities, and minor explosions/ concussive blasts to the heavier head and chest plating. Weak points are located in the joints, particularly behind the knee and at the base of the 'skull'. The flexibility of the Instaurabo is on par with a humanoid, however capable of highly controlled movement. It was not designed for high strength or abnormal speed however.
The programming of the Instaurabo focuses on a few specific functions:
Assessing function and purpose of a target, as well as state of 'working-order'.
Assessing the error/source of malfuction in a target.
Assessing surrounding area for material that can be fashioned/made into a solution.
Machining of both material and target until compatible.
Re-assessment and testing of repair.
Data collection and catalogue for later use.
In an emergency, Instaurabo may perform self repairs, or instruct others on procedures, so long as capable.
Memory:
This model was returned to manufacturer for an automated software upgrade around the time of the event. Shutdown for both transport and whilst updating, Instaurabo was not aware during this period of time.
Equipment:
Backmounted toolkit (Robotic version of a backpack, except more space efficient.)
-Universal Dissassembler: Callibrated handtool capable of replicating any generic tool and it's size, such as screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers, wirestrippers, etc.
-Welding Torch: A pen like stylus capable of emitting heat that ranges from that of a saudering iron to a literal blowtorch.
-Crowbar: Exactly what it sounds like, except with better alloys.
-Lubricant: Generally silicone based, Instaurabo can make due with what he finds.
-Diamond Saw: Made for cutting through whatever needs cut. Not all that quickly though.
-Battery Pack: A small recharging pack capable of giving a jumpstart in the form of small bursts. Not capable of sustained charges.
-Data base: A catalogue registered parts since last update, as well as their specifications.
-Remote Control: Even if severed from the main unit, large pieces of Instaurabo can be controlled up to 100 meters away unobstructed. This control will extend through glass and other thin substance but not substantial barriers.
Skills:
-Knowledge in mechanics/engineering
-Knowledge in machining
Ranks:
Ranging from A to D, A being the strongest, try to keep it balanced, basic abilities that I will reference if need arises
Combat: D
Memory: B
Speed: C
Companionship: C
Electronics: A
Wisdom: B
Initializing data retrieval:
"COMPLETE"</s>
<|message|>Delta 779
779 moved with great caution her Triplex system running Gig upon Gig of possibilities through Alpha's Logic matrix as Beta kept are running scenario of probable tragic ends. She was thankful that she was able to supersede the two other parts of herself as Omega Primary or she'd be too confused to react.
Pausing she reached down her hand to touch the barren patch of rock beneath her feet so she might engage her tactile sensors in a secondary function as tectonic vibration sensors. Meanwhile 779 engaged her enhanced aural sensors in her helmet sweeping all sound from the air and analyzing it for machine content.
While awaiting results from her locality sensor check 779 looked at Alpha's work on the music broadcast to see if she'd discovered any meaning to it. Finding nothing in Alpha's work 779 then checked Beta's more emotional analyzing of the signal and was surprised to find that one of her answers was that the broadcast was a lonely call for companionship.
"An interesting thought" was all she could say about Beta's finding.
Standing slowly so as not to over tax her stealth suit's ability to render her invisible 779 looked over the sensor data and felt Beta grow nervous. She was detecting several machine source aural signals and her tactile sensors though not calibrated for detailed tectonic analyzation had discovered heavy ground vibrations which meant heavy war machines.
"Lovely" she thought to herself as she moved out once more to recon the area.
As she moved along she smiled in her helmet hearing Beta singing
"The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he has girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Though all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
Perhaps Beta was right about the music and who ever was playing it was merely trying to soothe their loneliness.</s>
<|message|>K-9 Mk. 1 - Codenamed: CERBERUS
Cerberus hadn't moved from its original spot outside the facility's gate, sitting back on its haunches as it surveyed the wasteland beyond, running scan after scan for any life beyond.
"Stay alive, find humans. Must obey the directive." Cerberus repeated aloud, a visibly unsettling display as its lip-less jaw only moved up and down, causing any words it emitted look as though they emanated off it as opposed to coming from its mouth.
Still as a statue aside from the swishing of its tail, one scan in particular picked up something...intriguing. A pop-up window in Cerberus' HUD gave it all the information it required:
[SCAN CONCLUDES: NO SIGNS OF LIFE DETECTED IN IMMEDIATE VICINITY. RECOMMEND EXPAND SEARCH VICINITY]
Before Cerberus could formulate another solution within its CPU, another pop-up window immediately followed:
[INFORMATION AVAILABLE: ENERGY SIGNATURES DETECTED, ACTIVE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCES WITHIN VICINITY. RECOMMEND PROCEED WITH CAUTION]
Archiving this new shred of information, Cerberus rose to all fours, its relatively docile form becoming more intimidating as a variety of jagged edges unfolded across its frame, giving Cerberus a sharper, more deadly look about it.
Beginning its hunt, Cerberus kept its head low and its shoulders arched as it scampered across the red dirt that made up the Wasteland, picking up every gust of wind, every creaking groan of metal, every sound of unstable rock shifting; threatening to collapse.
Piercing the daunting environment around it was what documented as...music. Running another scan to ensure its audio receptors were not damaged, Cerberus was able to confirm music was indeed being played.
[DOCUMENTING AUDIO FILE - IDENTIFYING......AMAZING GRACE, PUBLISHED IN 1779 AD BY JOHN NEWTON, TYPICALLY SUNG IN TIMES OF GREAT REVERENCE OR LOSS. GENERAL CONSENSUS HYPOTHESIZES THAT SUCH LOSS HAS TAKEN PLACE. RECOMMEND INVESTIGATE FURTHER]
Initially preparing to travel towards the source of the music, Cerberus' sensors noted a strange anomaly not too far away...a human? The second directive taking priority, Cerberus quickly documented her appearance, scans identifying this human as a six-foot-tall woman, physically appearing to be in her late-twenties to early-thirties. Dark of skin and hair, an almost precise curvaceous figure, and attractive facial features; a simple x-ray scan revealed that this woman was nothing more than an advanced synthetic AI, built to resemble humans.
Slightly irritated but undeterred, Cerberus was preparing to move towards the source of the music when another pop-up window appeared in its display:
[CALCULATIONS CONFIRM, GROUP PARTICIPATION INCREASES EFFICIENCY & CHANCES OF SURVIVAL. RECOMMEND FORM SQUADRON]
Nodding sharply, Cerberus briskly followed after the human-droid in accordance with the primary directive, concealing its various blades within its frame to avoid a threatening appearance as it drew closer.
Eventually coming within six feet of the human-droid, Cerberus quickly spoke up, increasing the volume of its voice for comfortable vocal recognition and understanding: "What is your directive?" It asked simply, tilting its head to the side as it awaited an answer.</s>
| <|message|>Instaurabo (Latin for 'repair') "Star"
System Reboot...
Restoring Power to Internal Systems: COMPLETE
Loading Internal Data Storage : ERROR
-Files Corrupt : Retrieval Attempted
Loading Emergency Backup Storage : COMPLETE
Booting Artificial Intelligence : COMPLETE
...
Internal System Diagnostics : COMPLETE
Memory : ERROR
-Files Corrupt : Retrieval Attempted
Power : 14%
Emotion Simulator : ERROR
-???
Artificial Reasoning : FUNCTIONING
...
Restoring Power to External Systems : COMPLETE
...
External System Diagnostics : COMPLETE
Sensory Functions: COMPLETE
Sight : FUNCTIONING
Touch : FUNCTIONING
Audio Detection : FUNCTIONING
Audio Projection : ERROR
-Default Audio Projection to System Speaker
...
Initiating...
Instaurabo's eyes lit up, blue and seeming as flashlights in the dark surroundings of the building, despite not possessing the intensity to illuminate much more than a foot or two in front of his face. Meticulously, the robot reached back and unplugged several cords that fed into his back, carefully relocking the vulnerable ports to prevent exposure to dust and other elements.
"I REQUEST A DIRECTIVE."
No response. His eyes flickered for a moment, then Instaurabo turned, locating the back half of his armor plating on a nearby rack- which was also the containment unit for his tools. They had been designed together, for his model specifically. The pieces latched on easily, becoming as natural a part of the robot as his arm or leg. Still no response. Instaurabo processed this for a moment. Darkness identified as a malfunction within the building. Assessment necessary. He removed the welding pen from a locking slot in his backplate, igniting it at it's fullest for a brief flash, blinding to a human's eyes, but as good as a picture to a robot. The brief glimpse was all he needed, taking the file from his memories and overlaying it on top of what was there. It would have been more accurate to sustain the bright flash of the torch, but not conservative of energy. Star examined the available information, identifying the room as a large maintenance room. Many of the other work stations were empty or strangely mangled, some of those with and without robots present within the station.
"COMPUTER. I REQUEST LIGHT."
Nothing, which indicated a power outage, ignoring the wreckage of the rubble blocking one quadrant of the room. Star moved to the small command center at his own workstation and pressed the 'ON' button. The flash of bright light had rendered everything colorless, but the button was likely green, knowing humans. Still nothing. Patiently, Star went to each station and repeated the process, with no luck. He moved into the hallway, repeating commands. Still no response. Mysteriously, there were no humans present to respond either. This was not a source of major concern however. Instaurabo was designed for robot to robot interaction, and useless as far as humans were concerned. He considered these factors for a moment, and moved towards the lower levels, which were in noticeably better condition. He began passing corpses and remains as well. During his deactivation this base must have been attacked and evacuated, which explained the darkness. Each new room required a brief flash of the torch to orient himself properly, but it was worth the drain. It took around thirty minutes until the engineer robot had found his way to the backup generators. Generator one had been shredded by robots, though not all appeared to be combat designs. Which made their presence strange. And yes, they were still present. Several construction models frozen in attempting to cover themselves in a form of liquid fuel. Possibly of extremely high quality, but still useless for many functions beyond simple combustion. There was a reason of course that these were the BACKUP generators.
The unfortunate bots that had disassembled generator one had obviously failed to identify that the fuel used was incompatible. Generator two appeared functional, despite three also being torn apart by deactivated bots. With two of the three down, only minor functions could be restored to the facility. Unfortunate.
The second unfortunate event as the discovery that two had remained untouched because it wasn't connected to the main grid, and once connected, failed to start. Instaurabo had little choice but to begin diagnostics. First he would need light. Not much do to the quality of his visual sensors of course. Star proceeded to use his dissembler to remove a thin panel of metal from a wall vent. For ventilation. Smart humans, naming objects for their purpose. Adapting the tool's function to metal snips made it a simple matter to form the sheet into a simple lamp, albeit larger than documented human concepts. The wick ended up being strips from a labcoat, and the fuel from the still sealed tanks of generator two, which had enough to make such loss insignificant. A light from his torch, and instant relief. Not extremely conventional, but it would do. Now, for the generator. Instaraubo decided to call upon his processors for information. Generators were relatively simple in concept, but in practice many pieces could go wrong. Calculations were better than static observation in this case.
"POWER TO COMPUTE. TARGET GENERATOR."</s> |
<|description|>Instaurabo (Latin for 'repair') "Star"
Model: ???
Appearance:
Size:
Height: 6'
Weight: 330 lb (Decided by googling the weights of comparably sized robots.)
Unit history:
Mission: Repair and Redesign
Locate and target damaged friendly mechanical assault units to perform emergency field repairs using localized resources. Authorized to use unconvential parts or methods so long as the target is repaired to 'working order' defined as ************ of performing intended function. If information on target's build and purpose cannot be identified, permission is granted to Instaurabo unit to ******************. Friendlies may be identified by **************** as well as source of last given directives.
Description: Instaurabo
Designed for battle field usage, the Instaurabo was created with two objectives in mind. The first was the durability to withstand warzone conditions, and the second was to preserve the robotic's intricate dexterity, which was important for their primary role as battlefield engineers. As such, the design of the robot is sturdy and highly resistant to the natural elements (this includes submersion). The armoring of the robot is sufficient to with stand small-arms fire in the extremities, and minor explosions/ concussive blasts to the heavier head and chest plating. Weak points are located in the joints, particularly behind the knee and at the base of the 'skull'. The flexibility of the Instaurabo is on par with a humanoid, however capable of highly controlled movement. It was not designed for high strength or abnormal speed however.
The programming of the Instaurabo focuses on a few specific functions:
Assessing function and purpose of a target, as well as state of 'working-order'.
Assessing the error/source of malfuction in a target.
Assessing surrounding area for material that can be fashioned/made into a solution.
Machining of both material and target until compatible.
Re-assessment and testing of repair.
Data collection and catalogue for later use.
In an emergency, Instaurabo may perform self repairs, or instruct others on procedures, so long as capable.
Memory:
This model was returned to manufacturer for an automated software upgrade around the time of the event. Shutdown for both transport and whilst updating, Instaurabo was not aware during this period of time.
Equipment:
Backmounted toolkit (Robotic version of a backpack, except more space efficient.)
-Universal Dissassembler: Callibrated handtool capable of replicating any generic tool and it's size, such as screwdrivers, wrenches, pliers, wirestrippers, etc.
-Welding Torch: A pen like stylus capable of emitting heat that ranges from that of a saudering iron to a literal blowtorch.
-Crowbar: Exactly what it sounds like, except with better alloys.
-Lubricant: Generally silicone based, Instaurabo can make due with what he finds.
-Diamond Saw: Made for cutting through whatever needs cut. Not all that quickly though.
-Battery Pack: A small recharging pack capable of giving a jumpstart in the form of small bursts. Not capable of sustained charges.
-Data base: A catalogue registered parts since last update, as well as their specifications.
-Remote Control: Even if severed from the main unit, large pieces of Instaurabo can be controlled up to 100 meters away unobstructed. This control will extend through glass and other thin substance but not substantial barriers.
Skills:
-Knowledge in mechanics/engineering
-Knowledge in machining
Ranks:
Ranging from A to D, A being the strongest, try to keep it balanced, basic abilities that I will reference if need arises
Combat: D
Memory: B
Speed: C
Companionship: C
Electronics: A
Wisdom: B
Initializing data retrieval:
"COMPLETE"</s>
<|message|>Delta 779
779 moved with skill up a slope detecting a wrecking battle going on and her curiosity drove her to ignore her fears. Once she reached the top her suit's camouflage was protesting due to magnetic dust clinging to it's surface and muddling up it's receptors.
Delta 779 sensed the approach of a fast quadruped type but a quick probabilities calculation by Alpha cancels any idea of flight counseled by Beta. Judging her position and those of the Bots engaged in combat and the others attracted 779 decides she's safer not moving.
Perhaps if she played this right she'd survive with no damage or at least very little 779 could gain the time she needs come up with the perfect escape pattern; to do this required more data about the tactical situations.
As she watched 779 cataloged those bots she could see and the two fighting Alpha detailing their range of motion and reactive speeds. Deciding to save power she removes her helmet and shakes her hair loose before trying it up into a high pony tail.
Actually I couldn't even begin to think of the proper way to answer that as I have no idea of who you are or what you'd call my designation.
You know it is quite annoying to realize how little we all know. says 779 to the unidentified quadruped.
She has a great deal to think about as she waits to find is where she goes from here. That's when she dwells for the first time on her lack of old term memory. Sure she's able to use interesting levels of information that seem ingrained but most of it is hard loaded and not actually memory. Her actual memory was confined to events since she'd awakened and her handler giving her a set of six coordinates.
She had no idea of the why it was important that she go to these places but she felt an urge tickle at her to discover what was there.</s>
<|message|>K-9 Mk. 1 - Codenamed: CERBERUS
Upon hearing the human-droid's vague response, Cerberus underwent a series of algorithms in its CPU unit in an attempt at formulating the correct response.
"I am Cerberus, a recon and surveillance unit. Do you have a name?" Cerberus rephrased, its tone of voice sounding more sincere, more human.
[ANALYSIS OF RESPONSE: SUBJECT DISPLAYS PSYCHOLOGICAL BEHAVIOR REMINISCENT OF HUMAN CREATORS. RECOMMEND INVESTIGATE FURTHER]
Cerberus' attention was diverted as its audio receptors picked up...a voice, from its radio frequency.
"This IU MK-5 number 34829. Nicknamed 'Jack' broadcasting on immediate emergency frequency. If you can hear...respond immediately. I repeat. This is IU MK-5 number 34829. Nicknamed 'Jack'. Code word is Fleece. If you can here me broad casting on this emergency frequency then respond immediately."
Shifting its direction slightly, Cerberus spoke into its own built in radio, ignoring the battle between the two Colossals behind it; as long as they didn't see Cerberus, it wouldn't react.
[PRIMARY DIRECTIVE TAKES PRECEDENCE, REMAIN ACTIVATED, FIND "JACK"]
"K-9 Unit, Mk. 1, CERBERUS responds. I am tracing your location, state the nature of your emergency, IU MK-5." Cerberus spoke into the radio before turning once again to the human-droid.
"Our chances of survival are increased substantially in groups." It said calmly, not-so-subtly hinting that the two of them join forces, if only for the time being.</s>
<|message|>King124
Base codename: Carbon
At last King124 had crossed the distance , standing beside Thief of Bagdad at newly opened entrance to the base.
Demolition type seemed perplexed at the sudden appearance of new faces but was still locked in battle with the large beast, still she heeded this new info as knowledge of a weakpoint was just what she had needed to turn the tide. And an extended impact hammer was just the tool for hamstringing this defiling creature. While dodging an clumsy strike of claws, she swiped at her enemy´s feet, cracking two of them open, Blue Reaper buckled and fell to the ground roaring, clawing at the floor in front of it.
For a while King124 listened, then spoke.
"I know it is in pitiful state right now, but beastdom does not simply scramble or lock personality programming and integrated logic, It erases them. Letting it wither here until its cells run dry as the desert outside would be cruel indeed, and I am not a vengeful ruler."
King124 approached the downed beast and it lashed at him with one of its fearsome clawed hands. Sidestep, strike, spin, strike. With such minimal movement, one of Kings blades had removed beasts arm and other blade was wrist deep in beasts central cortex, its end was instantaneous.
He rose to stand on his downed foe and greeted this brave demolition type almost eye to eye.
"Well met my beautiful warrior poet! I am King124, reigning monarch of these lands and the compassionate observant one behind me is R-22 Thief of Bagdad. While I had no doubts about your immediate victory, I could not stand idly by while such transgression crossed my path. My castle is set right outside with repair nanites available, won´t you join us there and regale us with your songs and stories?"
That is when they heard the radio signal.
"Ah, It must be the other base, after brief respite let us travel there as well."
Such signals were quite common every time new pulse brought more robots back to life, downside was it could always attract all sorts of scoundrels and vagabonds to take advantage of newly awakened and confused automatons...</s>
<|message|>Model R-22 "Thief of Bagdad"
"No, you don't understa-" Thief starts, but by then it's too late. It walks, slumped, to the dead robot before laying one hand upon it. "I was not begging for its life." Thief says slowly.
This, too, was surly a sign. A reminder. A rebuke from Thief's creators for its cowardice. If it had started its journey sooner, if it had worked up the nerve to brave the wastes and make its way from this blasted place, it may have found what it was searching for already. But it hadn't, and now at the dawn of its journey one more lifeless body lay in front of it. One more robot consigned to oblivion.
"I will not apologize for my cowardice for I know it will not hear me." Thief says to itself. "I will take this as a lesson, and use it to reaffirm my quest."
Done, Thief turns to the large robot. Better to attend to the living stare uselessly at the dead. It's eyes look over the large destruction bot. "I apologize. Would you allow me to attend to your damage, minor as it may be?"</s>
| <|message|>Instaurabo (Latin for 'repair') "Star"
Directive. That is what he was missing. Instaraubo had been processing what actions he should take, but was overwhelmed. Literally. His primary function was to repair and redesign damaged technology... Whereas parts of the building itself were torn apart. The large generators alone were enough to drive his processors crazy, his eyes kept wanting to target individual parts, and then list their functions, and then list possible replacements, etc etc. For each and every piece of trashed technology a red outline and alert were plagueing him and his computations.
"STANDBY RECOGNITION AND IDENTIFICATIONS REPAIR FUNCTIONS 223 TO 432124. ACTIVATE ON REQUEST."
Affirmative. Recognition and Identification functions active on inquiry mode only.
If his audio projection had been working, a very human sigh would have escaped the robot. There was a faint crackle, and the worn computer's voice spoke again.
Alert. The Repair center has been activated, sensors identify humanoid shaped droid. It is currently broadcasting on the emergency frequency.
Just then, his internal radio spoke into Instaurabo's ear. Or rather, it ran the data through the same converter that transfered actual sound into data that his processors could understand. It was pretty much the same as hearing it.
"This IU MK-5 number 34829. Nicknamed 'Jack' broadcasting on immediate emergency frequency. If you can hear...respond immediately."
"COMPUTER. POWER AND CONNECT COM SYSTEM TO REPAIR CENTER."
Affirmative. Power and communications opened between generator room and repair center.
"MK-5. THIS IS INSTAURABO, NICKNAMED 'STAR'. I REQUEST YOUR CURRENT STATUS AND DIRECTIVE."
Star paused. Humans would find his vocal projection harsh and displeasing. It was unfortunate that his software for vocalization was out of date, he would have to fix this. Another radio frequency came through his system.
"K-9 Unit, Mk. 1, CERBERUS responds. I am tracing your location, state the nature of your emergency, IU MK-5."
The computer crackled as the speaker picked up in the armory.
"This is Jack. I am located at the armory. I have just finished grabbing what I could. My primary and only directive is to survive. You said you are an engineer unit. My left left is suffering damaged circuitry at the knee joint...can you fix it?"
"THIS IS STAR. AFFIRMATIVE. I AM CAPABLE OF ADVANCED REPAIRS. GRANTED RESOURCES. ARE ANY OTHER ROBOTS OR HUMANS WITHIN YOUR VICINITY?"
"I have received communications from an unknown robot. My scanners have not been able to detect any viable 'life' signatures. Do you know what has happened here?"
"NO INFORMATION AVAILABLE. MY REACTIVATION WAS INITIATED WITHIN THE LAST TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. WHAT IS YOUR BUILD AND DESIGN PURPOSE?"
"I was designed to provide vital combat support to allied infantry and carry ammunition to other squads during the war. You stated you were an engineer. What extent of damage can you repair?"
Instaurabo stood and quickly replaced his gear within the appropriate storage slots. He requested the location of the armory from the computers and set out after ordering the computer to continue to relay his words through intercom.
"MY PARAMETERS STATE SPECIFICALLY TO REPAIR ANY AND ALL DAMAGE TO 'WORKING' CONDITION. WORKING DEFINED AS FUNCTIONING IN ORIGINAL CAPACITY. HOWEVER, I RESERVE THAT LACK OF RESOURCES WILL RESTRICT THE QUALITY OF REPAIRS. I RECOMMEND YOU LOCATE A SIMILAR MODEL TO YOURSELF IF CIRCUITRY IS YOUR MALFUNCTION. "
"I have located a similar model. Its function and purpose were the same as mine. It is not the same version but simply an older model. Are you capable of using its circuitry to repair mine?"
"STAND BY. TESTING AND MANUAL FITTING MAY BE REQUIRED. PLEASE SECURE YOUR CURRENT POSITION. I WILL COME TO YOU."
"Please move with urgency. I may be peaceful but it is possible something hostile has also picked up on your transmission."
Instaurabo froze for a split second at that last message. He asked the computer to close the local communications and moved at a jog towards the armory. His processors hadn't come up with that possibility, he was designed for war, but not for battle. A sad miscalculation.</s> |
<|description|>Kanoa Marigold
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: Kanoa is a bit of an oddity to most people. At first glance she seems to have a captivating charisma about her, or at the very least an unusual allure. She often appears to be daydreaming, or looking off towards something that one could swear is just a potted plant. Actually speaking to her, it quickly becomes apparent that she might just simply be eccentric. While she is intelligent and not the least bit naive, she has no regard for social norms and common behavior, often doing things however she pleases. She acts almost as if she is an alien, raised on another world with much different cultural practices.
Much of her odd behavior stems from what her doctor considers "The most extreme case of synesthesia he's ever seen." Simply put, Kanoa's perception of things is not the same as others. Hearing a sound makes her see a color, seeing certain shapes and numbers places notions in her head that logically shouldn't be there. These sensations are the tip of the iceberg, as she seems to experience the world as a whole in a different way.
Kanoa has an awfully frank and carefree attitude, she is not afraid to speak her mind and express herself, no matter the consequences. She remains unperturbed by most things, and has a general disdain for arguments and conflict. She is more than willing to let most things go, and allow people to keep their opinion to themselves. However, Kanoa has a curious mind, and often likes to engage people intellectually. She will bring up topics pertinent and seemingly pointless alike, anything to have a conversation that keeps her interested. She believes herself to be a fairly down to earth person, yet she often has trouble with her sense of self. Questions of existentialism arise in her mind, and as she cannot easily relate to the reality others see, it is an ever uphill battle for her to try and understand herself and how she fits into the world.
In spite of her tendency to prefer things be copacetic and the lazy smile that is almost always on her face, like any person there are clear issues that either irritate her or force her to action. She likes to solve things with a pragmatic mindset, so for someone to either be blinded by passion or selfishness is akin to a sin to her.
Appearance: Kanoa stands at a height of five feet ten inches tall. She has light golden brown hair that falls down to the middle of her back in wild waves. She has striking violet eyes that showcase her nonchalant personality by almost always being lowered in a relaxed manner. She has a tan skin tone resembling coffee with a heavy amount of cream added to it, she has barely noticeable freckles on her face that she tends to become flustered over when mentioned.
She has a fit body, though it would be a stretch to say she is toned. Due to a healthy diet and occasional exercise she has a reasonable level of stamina and strength. She has long legs, and a slightly above average bust. As for clothing, she has a bit of an odd taste. She loves to wear school uniforms, even though not a single school within miles has such a dress code. She has an assortment of styles from fictional to replicas of real school's uniforms. When asked why she chooses to wear them, she says they simply "Have a nice vibe."
Tether: Kanoa was born into a family of spiritually sensitive Naturals that have origins in ancient Japan, though her mother is Hawaiian. The traditions of the family were hardly carried on, but much of it's knowledge was.
Ability: Qualia - Officially, Kanoa has "some form of synesthesia," but what she really has is a never before seen condition in her family. Her perception of reality is in fact twisted, but not in a way that science could easily explain. For Kanoa, the things that she sees are her own concrete reality, regardless of however someone else may see it. For the most part, this has no noticeable impact on the world as others see it, however, there are rare cases where Kanoa can alter the default world simply by interacting with something or someone that is different to her.
Talents: Kanoa enjoys painting, though anything she creates is considered highly abstract to anyone that looks at it, the same goes for her music.... and somehow her poems as well.
Kanoa possess a vast encyclopedia like knowledge of the supernatural thanks to her family lineage. Her mother passed down family secrets, as well as various texts that she painstakingly memorized.
Along with knowledge of the supernatural, Kanoa knows many rituals and spells, that while often time consuming to preform can help in a great many situations.
Recent history: Kanoa has recently started a 'club of the occult' at Oakenheim High, stating to staff that it is just an innocent club for fans of the supernatural. This is a front however, as Kanoa has decided to use the school as a grounds to gather recruits. She is able to see those that possess a Tether, and she intends to gain their aid in helping her home become a safe place once more.</s>
<|message|>Orion Ellis
Orion smiled placid, benign, at the presentation of cupcakes into his world. There were few moments that couldn't be improved with baked goods. One long, languid limb unfolded to swipe the dessert. Chewing on it thoughtfully, Ellis slanted his eyes back on August. Oreo? Black on the outside white on the inside. Alliterative to the first two digits of his name. Yeah, had heard that one before. Still, he'd been called worse. As she leaned into him, Ellis just smirked wryly, his eyes shut. Ah, the scintillating vagaries of youth.
After that he didn't move much. Eyes shut, tight smile. He breathed slowly. His hair was tousled, He watched. He Listened.
Anecdotes of the bizarre and the fantastical, demonstrations of ability and phenomenon beyond the ken of mankind, and of course, the posturing endemic to the young and the restless. Orion tapped his foot on the floor. He should have been excited. Here was a revelation to the unseen wonders of the world, the very sort of mysteries he had always fantasized about. Or maybe he should have been terrified of seeing his mundane schema shattered by this unreserved show and tell of supernal acumen. Instead, all Orion could think about was how his lungs felt like they were wildly different temperatures. It had happened as soon as Raven had entered the stage with her cupcakes. Or how Mary's introduction made the bite of cupcake he had been thoughtfully chewing suddenly taste of asparagus and asphalt. Maxwell had what Ellis could only describe as the odor of a sonic boom. The shadows on Cory's body were inhabited by non-euclidean geometry in an awful shade of orange. Everett was accompanied by the echoes of an orchestra being fed into a smelter.
Ellis took a deep breath and sighed. He opened his eyes. He looked around the room at the rag-tag group of miscreants. As surprising in their variety as number. Freaks, geeks, lords, and leasers, all touched by strange and disparate powers. Ellis wondered where he fell in the mix. Kicking his feet off the desk he planted them wide and stood, sprouting like a long, lean birch. Surveying the assembled throng once more his gaze finally settled on the surly Mister Oannes. Ellis couldn't help but snort a little, amused. Who knew the supernatural world had such loose standards with who they invited in. Ellis turned rolled his head to look at the invitation thrown on the ground, then at Marigold, Ellis frowned only slightly. Someone knew.
"Interesting bunch you got yourself here Madame President," he arched an eyebrow questioningly, "should we pack our wands and wizard hats for Hogwarts or is this more of a Winchester kind of deal?"</s>
<|message|>Jackson DuCarthy
Jackson didn't say a word about August outburst after his demonstration, though anyone who paid attention would see that his fist were clenched togethernso tight, his knuckles were turning white and shaking. 'Cool, there's nothing cool about it.' Jackson knew his anger was irrational to some degree, as she had no way of knowing what it cost him to get these powers, what it cost him to use them. But he couldn't help the anger he felt bubbling inside as he looked around. He could tell that none of them took any of this seriously, except for maybe Maxwell amd Kanoa. Posdibly Raven, but that was it was hard to get a read on her. When she smiled at him, it seemed genuine, but he'd noticed the mischief in her eyes. He'd seen looks like that before, in his nightmares, only they bore a lot more insanity and bloodlust. Anyway, it seemed to him that most of those assembled didn't understand, or just didn't care about how dangerous the world of the supernaturalwas. He knew, all to well, that this world bore horrors worse than any nightmare.
Jackson was jolted out of his thought, however, by the golden eyed boy with the eye patch that had barged in. He looked down on all of them, that was clear, and seemed to demand who had called this meeting. Mary, the one smoking the lavender scented cigarette, told him 'your mom' after blowing smoke in his face. Then another boy spoke up, asking Kanoa what this was all about. Jackson wished to listen as well, for he was rather curious, but whispers in the back of his head pointed his focus back to the arrogant o e with the eye patch.
'Who does that worm think he is, looking down on you like that?!? Calm on Jackson, why don't you tear out his eyes, or better yet, that prideful ti gue of his. Come on Jackson, you know you want to.'
Jackson shook his head, dislodging the whispers from his mind, and went back to focusing on Kanoa. He should have known better thab to believe a piece of paper would hold Aphosia back for long. At least it had weakened his influence to only dim whispers. Jackson could handle and ignore those.</s>
| <|message|>Kanoa Marigold
After requesting the others in the room to tell a little about themselves, Kanoa pulled out a small notebook and a blue colored pencil. John spoke first. From the tone of his voice she could tell that was irritated, though he quickly calmed himself down. He wasn't a Natural, in fact, he had been manipulated by a spirit of some kind and forced to attempt suicide. She jotted down a few more notes, she knew of a few entities that could have been responsible, but she couldn't be sure. He mentioned that he had an ability similar to telekinesis, that narrowed the list of suspects down a bit. Jackson spoke next. He was a Natural apparently, yet he had somehow been possessed by a spirit of some kind. He must have been a fluke within his family, it would explain his lack of knowledge. He showcased his 'ability,' it was more akin to a symptom, truthfully.
August, who had been using Orion as furniture up until now, was shocked and fascinated by the display. Kanoa let out a stifled giggle, it was refreshing to see someone new to the supernatural world respond in such a way, most people tended to just freak out. The fiery haired girl then properly introduced herself. Kanoa already knew of her exploits as a rogue electrician, however, she did not know that the girl had experienced a close encounter with death. It had somehow left her with a hyper empathetic ability of some kind. She had never seen this kind of effect, but crossing over to the other side was always a chaotic venture.
Kanoa's note taking stopped as Raven spoke to her directly, apparently she did not want to introduce herself, perhaps she should give everyone nametags. "Raven, I'll explain more in a moment." She sighed and put away her notepad, she didn't expect everyone to open up right now, but it was discouraging.
Two more people walked in, both male. Before Kanoa could greet them Mary trotted over and... did what she could only assume was a 'Mary' like greeting. She didn't believe Cory deserved that, but Everett? How dare he treat her invitation in such a crude manner! Orion chimed in with a snarky comment, honestly making her question her entire plan. She wasn't sure this group of people could handle what was coming, but there was little other choice besides trying to do it alone.
Kanoa loudly cleared her throat to get everyone's attention, and walked over to Mary and the two newcomers. "Mary, please." She said, gently taking the burning plant from her hands and putting it out against the wall. "I've called you all here for a reason, like I said." She turned to Cory and Everett, and quickly filled them in as to what they missed.
"Some of you may have heard about this on the news, but a student from this school has gone missing. The police have no leads, and his parents know nothing. This may seem like nothing too abnormal, however, the boy vanished under very strange circumstances. His clothes were found in a tattered pile, and leaves were found at the scene of the vanishing, leaves from trees that are far in the forests. I believe a supernatural being may have taken him, and if it's true, then that means anyone in our town may be at risk. So what I'm asking is, who here will help me save our fellow student, and protect our home?"</s> |
<|description|>Kanoa Marigold
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: Kanoa is a bit of an oddity to most people. At first glance she seems to have a captivating charisma about her, or at the very least an unusual allure. She often appears to be daydreaming, or looking off towards something that one could swear is just a potted plant. Actually speaking to her, it quickly becomes apparent that she might just simply be eccentric. While she is intelligent and not the least bit naive, she has no regard for social norms and common behavior, often doing things however she pleases. She acts almost as if she is an alien, raised on another world with much different cultural practices.
Much of her odd behavior stems from what her doctor considers "The most extreme case of synesthesia he's ever seen." Simply put, Kanoa's perception of things is not the same as others. Hearing a sound makes her see a color, seeing certain shapes and numbers places notions in her head that logically shouldn't be there. These sensations are the tip of the iceberg, as she seems to experience the world as a whole in a different way.
Kanoa has an awfully frank and carefree attitude, she is not afraid to speak her mind and express herself, no matter the consequences. She remains unperturbed by most things, and has a general disdain for arguments and conflict. She is more than willing to let most things go, and allow people to keep their opinion to themselves. However, Kanoa has a curious mind, and often likes to engage people intellectually. She will bring up topics pertinent and seemingly pointless alike, anything to have a conversation that keeps her interested. She believes herself to be a fairly down to earth person, yet she often has trouble with her sense of self. Questions of existentialism arise in her mind, and as she cannot easily relate to the reality others see, it is an ever uphill battle for her to try and understand herself and how she fits into the world.
In spite of her tendency to prefer things be copacetic and the lazy smile that is almost always on her face, like any person there are clear issues that either irritate her or force her to action. She likes to solve things with a pragmatic mindset, so for someone to either be blinded by passion or selfishness is akin to a sin to her.
Appearance: Kanoa stands at a height of five feet ten inches tall. She has light golden brown hair that falls down to the middle of her back in wild waves. She has striking violet eyes that showcase her nonchalant personality by almost always being lowered in a relaxed manner. She has a tan skin tone resembling coffee with a heavy amount of cream added to it, she has barely noticeable freckles on her face that she tends to become flustered over when mentioned.
She has a fit body, though it would be a stretch to say she is toned. Due to a healthy diet and occasional exercise she has a reasonable level of stamina and strength. She has long legs, and a slightly above average bust. As for clothing, she has a bit of an odd taste. She loves to wear school uniforms, even though not a single school within miles has such a dress code. She has an assortment of styles from fictional to replicas of real school's uniforms. When asked why she chooses to wear them, she says they simply "Have a nice vibe."
Tether: Kanoa was born into a family of spiritually sensitive Naturals that have origins in ancient Japan, though her mother is Hawaiian. The traditions of the family were hardly carried on, but much of it's knowledge was.
Ability: Qualia - Officially, Kanoa has "some form of synesthesia," but what she really has is a never before seen condition in her family. Her perception of reality is in fact twisted, but not in a way that science could easily explain. For Kanoa, the things that she sees are her own concrete reality, regardless of however someone else may see it. For the most part, this has no noticeable impact on the world as others see it, however, there are rare cases where Kanoa can alter the default world simply by interacting with something or someone that is different to her.
Talents: Kanoa enjoys painting, though anything she creates is considered highly abstract to anyone that looks at it, the same goes for her music.... and somehow her poems as well.
Kanoa possess a vast encyclopedia like knowledge of the supernatural thanks to her family lineage. Her mother passed down family secrets, as well as various texts that she painstakingly memorized.
Along with knowledge of the supernatural, Kanoa knows many rituals and spells, that while often time consuming to preform can help in a great many situations.
Recent history: Kanoa has recently started a 'club of the occult' at Oakenheim High, stating to staff that it is just an innocent club for fans of the supernatural. This is a front however, as Kanoa has decided to use the school as a grounds to gather recruits. She is able to see those that possess a Tether, and she intends to gain their aid in helping her home become a safe place once more.</s>
<|message|>John Maxwell
"Yeah, I guessed that," Maxwell said with a genuinely warm smile, not offended in the slightest by Jackson's comment. Instead he simply got out of the guys way. Being angry was never productive. But doing nothing with that anger was even worse. At least by giving his anger a voice he would get it out into the open. With that said Maxwell had considered following after Jackson just in case he went a little overboard, which with the guy in question was a very real possibility, however in the end had opted against sticking his nose in any further. Besides, with Jackson gone it was left entirely to him to watch the entrance of the 'tree house'. Which was not entirely a bad deal considering the uncomfortable vibes that he had gotten from the place. It didn't want him in there and the feeling was, as they say, mutual.
And in the end it didn't matter either way since Kanoa came trailing out of the house a few moments later with the others in tow, including Jackson. He listened with rapt attention to the various details that were offered by different members of the group, some more fantastical than others. But considering the 'talents' of those assembled not entirely beyond belief. And the more he listened the more sinister the house started to feel. Less like it was rejecting him and more that it meant him physical harm. But also the less nervous he became. The explanations were going fine for a little while, however Jackson seemed to be dancing on the edge of whatever tightrope he seemed to be metaphorically straddling.
He watched as Jackson backed away, consumed by another internal battle that must have been raging within. Unfortunately he didn't know how to help him, at least for the moment. He turned toward Kanoa. "I'm not saying that I agree with Jackson entirely but it's easy to understand where he's coming from. Learning through experience has its merits. No doubt. But not all us can go on faith alone," he said in a neutral tone. He raised his hands in a conciliatory manner and looked between Jackson and Kanoa.
"How about this. For now we just carry on as is, at least until we get back to town. After that, maybe we can have a little talk, clear the air, that kind of thing. And perhaps then you can show us something a little more concrete than theory and folklore. It doesn't have to be much, books, images, documents, things that have been recorded by those who know about this kind of stuff. How about it, Leader?" Maxwell had already spoken more in the last few days than he did in the average week, or at least that was how it felt to him. It was taxing.</s>
<|message|>Mary Janicot
"We are literally," Mary paused for emphasis, "Like, literally literally, like, literally I'm using the word literally by it's Oxford friggin' dictionary definition literally..." She stepped into the focus of the cluster of a group.
"LITERALLY." For the moment, all of her attention was on Maxwell, "We are literally in a magic treehouse. This isn't some red neck's backwood shack, dude. We're literally in a magical home made from a tree-- not hollowed out! With a couch somehow perfectly formed, plants that shouldn't exist and like," She pointed to the ethereal glow of the orange flames the vines had been continually producing, "Those."
She sighed, slightly surprised how intensely she had come to defend their 'Leader' "What's more concrete than that? We're here-- we see the magic house, and based on the shit Fox McCloud was growing... just... I can assure you on the sinister shit front. Something worth looking into happened here. I'm talking mind control shit-- coma, brain damage... poison that can make you sleep to death..."
She pointed a finger at Jackson, "It honestly might do this guy some good though!" She didn't catch her rising voice until it was too late-- it was still well under room temperature, but the sudden volume shift stemming from frustration... very un-Mary-like, Mary.
"Seriously though, man. Chill the fuck out, okay?" She held the vial between two fingers, displaying it to Jackson, "Do you see this? It's a fucking potion? I didn't even know potions were a thing anymore, and like..." Casual serenity. Closing her eyes, Mary focused for several seconds on recapturing that feeling, that warmth, that she had felt several minutes prior. The lilac glow surrounded her hands, "We can just make them! Kanoa just taught me how, like just now! It was... um... nevermind! Point is, she'll get around to the other stuff, but you need to give her time." Mary paused, "She's kind of a weirdo, and social interactions are hard-- I think most of us can agree with that," She shifted her glance to Orion, "Well, except Orion. He just has awful tastes in music," facing Jackson and the group at large, she continued, "Still, I don't know. I think we've got some moral responsibility, y'know?" She tilted her head, "Jackson, is your schizophrenic demon being a dick? Tell it to check it's privilege and chill."
From the murky, smokey bogs of her mind, Mary could hear a distinct Latin chattering of a man and a woman and... cackles? Were they laughing at her?
Shut up!</s>
| <|message|>Kanoa Marigold
Kanoa's left foot slid backwards, causing dirt to skid across the forested floor. She wasn't often one to respond to intimidation and imposing behavior, however, when Jackson screamed at her a shiver went down her spine as if the hands of death were strangling her. Her eyes narrowed, turning from their mopey appearance to sharp and focused. Jackson didn't scare her, he was just a frightened teenager that didn't know how to deal with the unknown. It was what was inside of him that set her on edge. His grey voice, his ambiguous grey voice changed when he screamed. What color was it? She had never seen anything like it before, the color drew in her attention like a black hole, she felt like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck.
She calmed down as she realized there was no danger, Jackson had control for now and that gave her time to think about what he said... But what was there to think about? She believed what she was doing was right, and his words did not convince her otherwise.
She could feel Maxwell turn towards her, she wasn't looking forward to hearing what he had to say on the matter. She didn't make eye contact with him as he spoke, yet she still listened, albeit halfheartedly. She couldn't help it, this situation was looking and sounding too familiar... She suddenly felt like a fourteen year old again, a freshman full of obtuse ideas and far too much enthusiasm, enough to cause people to pay attention to her in much the same way drivers did traffic cones.
"I..." She started, not sure how to finish. Mary did it for her, speaking on her behalf. She watched her speak, confused at first, but then she realized what was happening, it was something she was not accustomed to. Someone was standing up for her, rather, trying to understand her. A smile attempted to creep onto her face, but she quickly wiped it away like a milk mustache. She would need to thank Mary later.
Kanoa cleared her throat, and pulled the rest of the vials from her pockets. "As Mary said, these are potions. Enough were made for all of us. I assure you, I was going to tell you pertinent information when the time called for it. These potions will allow us to breathe underwater for approximately twenty four hours. This is important because we will be heading to the nearby lake. I believe that's where the Fox spirit has taken our missing student."
Kanoa passed out the blue vials to each member of the club, making sure to tell them to be careful with it. "With the information you've all gathered, I've got a pretty clear picture of the kidnapping." She said, beginning to walk. "The spirit is a being that needs to feed on life energy, something easily gained from living things. However, the forests in the area have been scarce as of late for some reason. This caused the Fox to become desperate, and even attempted to sustain them self on the trees here." Kanoa shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. "But plants cannot provide much energy, it would be like us trying to live off of grapes. It may keep the spirit alive, but they will be weak."
Kanoa plucked a hanging leaf from a branch and twirled it in her hand. "So the Fox resorted to using magic potions to enhance it's powers, as shown by the plants on the first floor. That was circumstantial evidence, but with what August told me, I know for sure that the Fox used potions to drug and hypnotize the boy." Kanoa nodded. "Good job, not bad so far for our first case."
It wasn't long before they reached the lake, it was a large body of still blue water that reflected the sky like a mirror. It almost felt like a shame to disturb the calm surface. "There's a cave entrance in this lake, not many people know because the cave is well... rather hard to get to without the proper gear. But since we'll be breathing just fine it's no problem." Kanoa yanked the cork out of the vial in her possession and downed the azure liquid inside. Right away it took effect, she winced in minor pain and held the sides of her neck.
She lowered her hands, revealing newly formed gills. She looked back to the rest of the club. "Don't worry, it's not permanent."</s> |
<|description|>Kanoa Marigold
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: Kanoa is a bit of an oddity to most people. At first glance she seems to have a captivating charisma about her, or at the very least an unusual allure. She often appears to be daydreaming, or looking off towards something that one could swear is just a potted plant. Actually speaking to her, it quickly becomes apparent that she might just simply be eccentric. While she is intelligent and not the least bit naive, she has no regard for social norms and common behavior, often doing things however she pleases. She acts almost as if she is an alien, raised on another world with much different cultural practices.
Much of her odd behavior stems from what her doctor considers "The most extreme case of synesthesia he's ever seen." Simply put, Kanoa's perception of things is not the same as others. Hearing a sound makes her see a color, seeing certain shapes and numbers places notions in her head that logically shouldn't be there. These sensations are the tip of the iceberg, as she seems to experience the world as a whole in a different way.
Kanoa has an awfully frank and carefree attitude, she is not afraid to speak her mind and express herself, no matter the consequences. She remains unperturbed by most things, and has a general disdain for arguments and conflict. She is more than willing to let most things go, and allow people to keep their opinion to themselves. However, Kanoa has a curious mind, and often likes to engage people intellectually. She will bring up topics pertinent and seemingly pointless alike, anything to have a conversation that keeps her interested. She believes herself to be a fairly down to earth person, yet she often has trouble with her sense of self. Questions of existentialism arise in her mind, and as she cannot easily relate to the reality others see, it is an ever uphill battle for her to try and understand herself and how she fits into the world.
In spite of her tendency to prefer things be copacetic and the lazy smile that is almost always on her face, like any person there are clear issues that either irritate her or force her to action. She likes to solve things with a pragmatic mindset, so for someone to either be blinded by passion or selfishness is akin to a sin to her.
Appearance: Kanoa stands at a height of five feet ten inches tall. She has light golden brown hair that falls down to the middle of her back in wild waves. She has striking violet eyes that showcase her nonchalant personality by almost always being lowered in a relaxed manner. She has a tan skin tone resembling coffee with a heavy amount of cream added to it, she has barely noticeable freckles on her face that she tends to become flustered over when mentioned.
She has a fit body, though it would be a stretch to say she is toned. Due to a healthy diet and occasional exercise she has a reasonable level of stamina and strength. She has long legs, and a slightly above average bust. As for clothing, she has a bit of an odd taste. She loves to wear school uniforms, even though not a single school within miles has such a dress code. She has an assortment of styles from fictional to replicas of real school's uniforms. When asked why she chooses to wear them, she says they simply "Have a nice vibe."
Tether: Kanoa was born into a family of spiritually sensitive Naturals that have origins in ancient Japan, though her mother is Hawaiian. The traditions of the family were hardly carried on, but much of it's knowledge was.
Ability: Qualia - Officially, Kanoa has "some form of synesthesia," but what she really has is a never before seen condition in her family. Her perception of reality is in fact twisted, but not in a way that science could easily explain. For Kanoa, the things that she sees are her own concrete reality, regardless of however someone else may see it. For the most part, this has no noticeable impact on the world as others see it, however, there are rare cases where Kanoa can alter the default world simply by interacting with something or someone that is different to her.
Talents: Kanoa enjoys painting, though anything she creates is considered highly abstract to anyone that looks at it, the same goes for her music.... and somehow her poems as well.
Kanoa possess a vast encyclopedia like knowledge of the supernatural thanks to her family lineage. Her mother passed down family secrets, as well as various texts that she painstakingly memorized.
Along with knowledge of the supernatural, Kanoa knows many rituals and spells, that while often time consuming to preform can help in a great many situations.
Recent history: Kanoa has recently started a 'club of the occult' at Oakenheim High, stating to staff that it is just an innocent club for fans of the supernatural. This is a front however, as Kanoa has decided to use the school as a grounds to gather recruits. She is able to see those that possess a Tether, and she intends to gain their aid in helping her home become a safe place once more.</s>
<|message|>John Maxwell
Maxwell caught August glancing at him but said nothing of it. If she wanted to talk then he would talk, if not he would simply stay silent and keep her company in silence. Both options were fine with him. His number one concern at present was for her safety. After a short while August broke the silence between them, causing Maxwell to look directly toward her. He made certain that he didn't move any closer to her so as to not distress her in any way. However she seemed to have calmed down somewhat, sitting to his side on the grass covered rise, which also put him more at ease.
Maxwell had some limited understanding of her desire to avoid physical contact, hence the reason he dressed in such heavy, covering clothes. Only unlike August who did so to protect herself he was more concerned with protecting others. In truth his unconscious ability to wither the life from the plants that he came into contact with had so far caused no harm to anybody, at least as far as he was aware of. However he couldn't help but worry if he was inflicting something far less obvious upon them that he could not see. As he had no desire to risk it he had taken a cautious approach to the situation, at least until he knew more. So it took him by surprise when August shimmied closer toward him. He accepted the granola bar hesitantly.
"Your welcome, and thank you," he said, not really knowing what else to say. He looked out over the water as he took a bite out of the bar. He hated the taste of these things but he was hungry enough not to care all that much. He turned back toward her as she talked about her fear of the water and how it had been more paralysing then anything she already experienced today. He smiled at her and shook his head. "No, I don't think you're a coward," he said in a warm tone. "A little crazy maybe, but no more so than the rest of us," he added on with a mischievous smile. He turned back toward the lake. The surface was calm and still.
"I'm not a particularly strong swimmer myself if I'm honest," he said with complete honesty. Though with that said he had no particular fear of the water either. In fact he had already considered how his 'telekinetic' abilities would manifest under the water. He suspected that he was now far stronger swimmer than he had ever been.</s>
<|message|>August Battaglia
A smirk at the crazy remark, as August palmed a rock off the ground.
"What, psychotically analytic extrovert bisexual who can basically siphon emotions off others chasing after ghosts with a bunch of super teens? Perfect picture of sanity right there."
Tip tip tip tiptiptipsploosh
"Of course, that's just me right now...tomorrow I could be someone else. Drove my last girlfriend crazy..."
Why do you keep doing this to me!?
August picked up another rock with her free hand, leaned back, and threw it across the surface of the lake, though this one didn't go nearly as far.
Tip tipsploosh
"And the boyfriend before that...you know, I didn't like girls until about...what was it, three months ago? Then I was on a train for an hour...got on, was straight as an arrow."
She made an undulating motion with her hand, one eyebrow raised as she quirked her lips and flushed slightly at the memory.
"My bare shoulder was up against this girl's sweater, and by the end of the trip, I just wanted her to pull me into the bathroom and have me ride her! It was ridiculous...also kind of awesome."
No more rocks. She leaned back, having finally stopped fiddling with the cellphone and managed to relax her muscles. She decided against mentioning what ended up happening at the train station with the girl. Her cheeks flushed a bit again.
"Weirdest part...I didn't actually mind it after the initial panic. My powers I mean, not the liking girls bit. They were cool...it was awesome knowing exactly how to talk to people to make them smile, or leave you alone, or get them flustered. Sometimes I understood them better than they ever would...hard to not like that kind of power."
The redhead folded her legs in a yoga pose, putting up her hands like she was zen and dropping her glasses low on the bridge of her nose as she gave a mock elderly voice.
"Oh, you have come to the great Feels Guru! You want that boy to show you the Mattress Rodeo! You want your parents to stop freaking out about your grades! Yessss! I know everything you waaaaant!"
...and can't give you any of it.
A laugh and August laid back on the grass, staring up through the trees. Her mind raced around, trying to settle on a branch to follow, but wanting to choose all of them. The limits of the human mouth were aggravating, she had all these things she wanted to say all the time, but her tongue was just too slow to explain it all, or people couldn't follow her logic. She opted to halt her tangent there, looking over at Maxwell.
"Telekinesis though. That's gotta be handy. Short of the whole moving cupcakes and what I can only assume is flinging cars across parking lots while screaming MAXWELL SMAASH! Cause that's obviously what you do in your spare time."
Another quirk of the lips.
I just don't care anymore...</s>
| <|message|>Kanoa Marigold
Kanoa swam through the crystal clear lake's waters, trying her best not to make a remark regarding Orion's choice to dive in the nude, he could have kept his shorts on at least. She let out a water jet sigh and swam closer to the underwater cave's entrance. It was subtle, but the water inside the cave was warm. There could have been a scientific explanation, but she believed in scientific explanations as much as a detective believed in coincidences. There were certain magic spells that made use of vast amounts of water, which meant that they would be walking in on the fox spirit while it was distracted.
She swam into the cave, and pretty soon it started to become dim. "Ah, right. Caves are dark." Kanoa mumbled to herself, the magic of the potion allowing her to speak. She kept moving forward, directing herself forward along the cave wall. She could barely see, however, there was a faint current pushing against her that she was able to follow. The water only got warmer as she got further in, warmer and warmer until it felt as if she were soaking in a hot tub.
Just when she was starting to worry that she would be boiled alive she rounded a corner and saw a light off in the distance. It was a green, flickering color, it was fox fire. Fox fire was simply what the first layman observers of a fox spirits magic could think of. Laymen weren't very creative you see. When a fox spirit uses magic, it's magical aura is visible, even to those without a tether. This was why stories of the creatures were so prevalent in the past, they weren't as careful as they are in the present. One video uploaded to the internet and they'd be hunted down in the hopes that their fur could make magical coats. It could, by the way, but that's besides the point.
Kanoa swam upwards, and her head broke the surface of the water. She was in what appeared to be a makeshift room inside the cave. Just like the house in the forest, she could see that magic was afoot. Stone had been morphed into shape, creating furniture and edging off the corners of the walls. There was a hole in the roof leading out of the cave, but there was something blocking sunlight from getting in.
"Hellooo." Kanoa said, walking out of the water. The spirit was right in front of her, with it's back turned to her. The fox was in human form, and took the shape of what seemed to be a teenage girl. Nine orange furred tails were pointed up vertically, the tips of which seemed to burn with magical aura. Kanoa turned her head to the others and shrugged, the fox hadn't heard her, she seemed too busy with something. Kanoa slowly walked up to her, and peered over her. In her hands was the missing student, he wasn't moving. The boy's body was submerged up to his torso in water, the Kitsune's hands were around his head, and surrounded by her aura.
"Ah, so you're trying to heal him huh?" Kanoa said. The fox heard her this time, and her entire body shivered as if a shock had gone down her spine. She leaped from the boy and quickly backed herself into a corner.
"S-stay away! I'm a monster you know!?" She screamed, her voice was hoarse and her eyes were red. Kanoa looked to the fox, and then to the unmoving boy.
"Guys, talk to the Kitsune for a bit will you, I need to see if I can help this guy." She ignored the fox and leaned down to the boy's level. Feeling his neck, she felt a faint pulse.
"I'm serious! I'll uhh, I'll suck your blood!" The fox screamed.
"That's vampires." Kanoa said.
"W-well I'll turn you into a frog!"
"That's a witch." Kanoa yawned and pulled the boy out of the water. She placed a hand over his chest and began chanting in a soft voice.</s> |
<|description|>Jackson DuCarthy
Gender:Male
Age:16
Personality: Jackson is a rather reserved individual, though not so much that he won't try to talk to people. Normally, he can be rather friendly and outgoing, but he immediately clams up whenever he becomes afraid, agitated, or angered, fleeing from these emotions and the general area.
Appearance:
Jackson around 5'10, with black hair and dark blue eyes. He usually wear some type of jacket, jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers, but if the school has a uniform then he won't have any objections to wearing it. His skin is slightly tanned, since he likes to spend a lot of time outside, and he sometimes dyes strands of his hair different colors when he feels the need to change things up a bit. He is somewhat good looking, but that is usually hidden by his hood if he has one. He has a strange set of scars, three perpendicular claw marks, that goes from his shoulder to his elbow on his right side. He hides it whenever he can, and when asked about he will immediately clam up and attempt to leave the area.
Tether: Jackson is naturally connected to the supernatural, having being subjected to hearing voices of spirits for as long as he can remember. Until a month ago, he hadn't thought much of it, but then an event happened that changed his perspective on it, and made him afraid off it.
Ability/Talents: Ability: Physical Soul Projection, this ability is a side effect of having Aphosis inside of him. It allows him to project Aphosis' soul outside of him to interact with the world in a way similar to telekinesis, but at a cost. While using this ability, Jackson increases the chance of Aphosis taking over his body, as it takes a rather sizable to use Aphosis' soul in this way. When using this ability, or possessed by Aphosis, his right eye will glow an eerie silver color(Think Black Rock Shooter)
Talents he has are being an experienced Outdoors man and survivalist, as he spent his past summers in the grand outdoors with his family and takes pride in his survivl skills. He is also very good with knives, and has a collection of them at his house and never leaves home without at least three on his person, once for the opprotunity to show off, now because he's afraid to leave the house with out at least something to protect him.
Recent history:
"All my life, I've felt connected to the world of the unseen, of sprits and demons, of all the things we tell ourselves isn't true so that we can sleep at night without fear of what we don't understand. I had that luxury, cause I've heard them all my life, the spirits on the other side of our world. And I fear them, more than anything else. They left their mark on me long ago, and it burns me to this day."
Jackson is, or rather was, an outgoing individual, easily able to make friends with others. He liked hanging out with friends, and while he wasn't the best student, he managed to get by in his studies for the most part. That changed about a month before his transfer to Armstrong. He had gone over to a friends house for a party, a small one just for his group of close friends. Late in the night, one of them pulled out a Ouija board, and everyone but Jackson cheered in delight. They all started messing with it, calling to spirits and asking ridiculous questions, while Jackson tried to decided whether or not he should just leave.
One of his friends, seeing that Jackson wasn't joining in the fun, started to make fun of his apparent fear, calling him a scaredy cat. The rest of them joined in, trying to get him o join in. Jackson knew that what he was doing was a bad idea, but the peer pressure eventually made him cave in. He sat down at the table and put his hands on the Ouija board with everyone else, planning to ask a simple question than get the hell out of here. But then he got curious.
He knew he had some connection to that world, hearing things that could never be explained, voices from the darkness of shadows, and the weird sensation he got in some places that were supposedly haunted. He figured that he might as well try and use it to get some answers. So he focused on the board and prepared to ask the spirits his question.
He never got the chance.
Everything went black, and the sounds of screams filled the air, air rushing around him like he was in the center of a hurricane. It wasn't until something grabbed his arm and pulled him backwards away from the board, were he had been frozen in fear, that darkness vanished. By then it was already to late.
All of his friends were dead, some seeming as if they had been ripped apart by some wild animals, others as if they had the very drained from them. He was left their alone, with a grim wound to remind him of this night for the rest of his life.
After a month of investigation, he was cleared of having anything to do with the murders due to lack of any evidence and was set free from holding by the police. His family moved to their new home, and him to a new school, trying to recover some semblance of normalcy. Jackson was very much changed by the experience. He became very reclusive, trying his best to avoid contact with others, began reading up on charms and other magic items that were said to ward of spirits and other such things. He jumps at every shadow he sees, and goes near ballistic in the dark, He has been reduced to nothing but a shell of the boy he used to be.
And that wasn't the end of it. Shortly after he arrived in Oakenheim, he began to have dreams, nightmares, and hallucinations. He felt sick a lot, and felt strange urges to hurt people, break things, and cause overall Chaos. The cause, a spirit known as Aphosis, had taken residence inside of him during that night, and was trying to possess him, by driving him insane. However, due to him being exposed to the supernatural all of his life, he's fairly resistant to Aphosis' power, and can even make use of the spirit to use his ability, though he rarely makes use of it due to the strain the ability has over him.</s>
<|message|>Mary Janicot
Mary's eyes scanned the room through the haze of her own smoke. They found themselves coming to rest on Kanoa. Mary knew her as something of a savant. Or, at the very least, smarter than she-- she could recall sitting behind her in 9th grade, completely unashamed of her cheating. Kanoa didn't always have the right answers, but it worked. Thinking about it now, she was probably completely aware of what Mary had been doing. Inhaling more smoke, she reminded herself to one day thank Kanoa for that, she probably wouldn't have passed that class without her.
Her brow almost furrowed in confusion at the "mff mph mff" that Kanoa had responded to her with, before she swallowed her cupcake and continued, "--you, Mary, thank you for coming. We won't be sacrificing any goats, not unless something comes up anyhow, you can never be too sure."
Mary's neutral expression disappeared at that, becoming replaced by an impossibly wide smile, "Right!?" She exaggerated her movements, "You can never know how easily your problems might be solved by gratuitous amounts of ritual sacrificial violence to goats and goat-like creatures!"
"We'd need a tarp." Mary's head turned to the voice. She was greeted with the sight of August Battaglia-- a girl whom she had only known in name, and only knew that name because of how very unique it was. She looked like the girl from Brave.
"Only if you don't want to bathe in the blood of the beast!" She responded in an overly chipper tone, "Why you'd want to miss out on that I'd never know, it's like the best part!"
Mary's expression returned a to a flat deadpan. Instead of selecting a seat, she opted to walk about the room, listening as Kanoa introduced herself and stated what she somehow knew to be obvious to everyone in the room-- Obvious to Mary, at the very least. People seemed to take turns after that, going, as if queued up, while Mary paced around the room smoking like a purple chimney.
Maxwell seemed like fun. The boy named Jackson didn't have schizophrenia, as she had initially thought, no, he was just a mutant superhero or something. August's ability was apparently possessing feelings and not being a sociopath. And Raven, who Mary had only just noticed, was...
How had she never seen her before?
"Yeah..." Mary's tone was contemplative, she tore her eyes away from Raven, bringing them back to the Kanoa, "Honestly, I'm just wondering what it is this is all about as well."
After a moment, a handsome head belonging to a confused man poked into the room, looking for a meeting place. Performing her civic duty, Mary walked over to the door and promptly blew smoke into the newcomer's face, "No. You have the wrong room. Go Away."
Another moment passed, and Mary, still by the door, greeted a new visitor. This one seemed angry-- Mary was no expert empath, like August, apparently, but she was cognizant enough to recognize that slamming open doors and throwing down notes in a dramatic fashion signified anger.
Or maybe an addiction to daytime television.
Regardless, Mary went about solving the problem like she solved all problems. She blew smoke in the intruder's face and, letting the hand fall limply to the side, she met his gaze and whispered two of the most impacting words possible to answer his question; "Your mom."</s>
<|message|>Orion Ellis
Orion smiled placid, benign, at the presentation of cupcakes into his world. There were few moments that couldn't be improved with baked goods. One long, languid limb unfolded to swipe the dessert. Chewing on it thoughtfully, Ellis slanted his eyes back on August. Oreo? Black on the outside white on the inside. Alliterative to the first two digits of his name. Yeah, had heard that one before. Still, he'd been called worse. As she leaned into him, Ellis just smirked wryly, his eyes shut. Ah, the scintillating vagaries of youth.
After that he didn't move much. Eyes shut, tight smile. He breathed slowly. His hair was tousled, He watched. He Listened.
Anecdotes of the bizarre and the fantastical, demonstrations of ability and phenomenon beyond the ken of mankind, and of course, the posturing endemic to the young and the restless. Orion tapped his foot on the floor. He should have been excited. Here was a revelation to the unseen wonders of the world, the very sort of mysteries he had always fantasized about. Or maybe he should have been terrified of seeing his mundane schema shattered by this unreserved show and tell of supernal acumen. Instead, all Orion could think about was how his lungs felt like they were wildly different temperatures. It had happened as soon as Raven had entered the stage with her cupcakes. Or how Mary's introduction made the bite of cupcake he had been thoughtfully chewing suddenly taste of asparagus and asphalt. Maxwell had what Ellis could only describe as the odor of a sonic boom. The shadows on Cory's body were inhabited by non-euclidean geometry in an awful shade of orange. Everett was accompanied by the echoes of an orchestra being fed into a smelter.
Ellis took a deep breath and sighed. He opened his eyes. He looked around the room at the rag-tag group of miscreants. As surprising in their variety as number. Freaks, geeks, lords, and leasers, all touched by strange and disparate powers. Ellis wondered where he fell in the mix. Kicking his feet off the desk he planted them wide and stood, sprouting like a long, lean birch. Surveying the assembled throng once more his gaze finally settled on the surly Mister Oannes. Ellis couldn't help but snort a little, amused. Who knew the supernatural world had such loose standards with who they invited in. Ellis turned rolled his head to look at the invitation thrown on the ground, then at Marigold, Ellis frowned only slightly. Someone knew.
"Interesting bunch you got yourself here Madame President," he arched an eyebrow questioningly, "should we pack our wands and wizard hats for Hogwarts or is this more of a Winchester kind of deal?"</s>
| <|message|>Jackson DuCarthy
Jackson didn't say a word about August outburst after his demonstration, though anyone who paid attention would see that his fist were clenched togethernso tight, his knuckles were turning white and shaking. 'Cool, there's nothing cool about it.' Jackson knew his anger was irrational to some degree, as she had no way of knowing what it cost him to get these powers, what it cost him to use them. But he couldn't help the anger he felt bubbling inside as he looked around. He could tell that none of them took any of this seriously, except for maybe Maxwell amd Kanoa. Posdibly Raven, but that was it was hard to get a read on her. When she smiled at him, it seemed genuine, but he'd noticed the mischief in her eyes. He'd seen looks like that before, in his nightmares, only they bore a lot more insanity and bloodlust. Anyway, it seemed to him that most of those assembled didn't understand, or just didn't care about how dangerous the world of the supernaturalwas. He knew, all to well, that this world bore horrors worse than any nightmare.
Jackson was jolted out of his thought, however, by the golden eyed boy with the eye patch that had barged in. He looked down on all of them, that was clear, and seemed to demand who had called this meeting. Mary, the one smoking the lavender scented cigarette, told him 'your mom' after blowing smoke in his face. Then another boy spoke up, asking Kanoa what this was all about. Jackson wished to listen as well, for he was rather curious, but whispers in the back of his head pointed his focus back to the arrogant o e with the eye patch.
'Who does that worm think he is, looking down on you like that?!? Calm on Jackson, why don't you tear out his eyes, or better yet, that prideful ti gue of his. Come on Jackson, you know you want to.'
Jackson shook his head, dislodging the whispers from his mind, and went back to focusing on Kanoa. He should have known better thab to believe a piece of paper would hold Aphosia back for long. At least it had weakened his influence to only dim whispers. Jackson could handle and ignore those.</s> |
<|description|>Jackson DuCarthy
Gender:Male
Age:16
Personality: Jackson is a rather reserved individual, though not so much that he won't try to talk to people. Normally, he can be rather friendly and outgoing, but he immediately clams up whenever he becomes afraid, agitated, or angered, fleeing from these emotions and the general area.
Appearance:
Jackson around 5'10, with black hair and dark blue eyes. He usually wear some type of jacket, jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers, but if the school has a uniform then he won't have any objections to wearing it. His skin is slightly tanned, since he likes to spend a lot of time outside, and he sometimes dyes strands of his hair different colors when he feels the need to change things up a bit. He is somewhat good looking, but that is usually hidden by his hood if he has one. He has a strange set of scars, three perpendicular claw marks, that goes from his shoulder to his elbow on his right side. He hides it whenever he can, and when asked about he will immediately clam up and attempt to leave the area.
Tether: Jackson is naturally connected to the supernatural, having being subjected to hearing voices of spirits for as long as he can remember. Until a month ago, he hadn't thought much of it, but then an event happened that changed his perspective on it, and made him afraid off it.
Ability/Talents: Ability: Physical Soul Projection, this ability is a side effect of having Aphosis inside of him. It allows him to project Aphosis' soul outside of him to interact with the world in a way similar to telekinesis, but at a cost. While using this ability, Jackson increases the chance of Aphosis taking over his body, as it takes a rather sizable to use Aphosis' soul in this way. When using this ability, or possessed by Aphosis, his right eye will glow an eerie silver color(Think Black Rock Shooter)
Talents he has are being an experienced Outdoors man and survivalist, as he spent his past summers in the grand outdoors with his family and takes pride in his survivl skills. He is also very good with knives, and has a collection of them at his house and never leaves home without at least three on his person, once for the opprotunity to show off, now because he's afraid to leave the house with out at least something to protect him.
Recent history:
"All my life, I've felt connected to the world of the unseen, of sprits and demons, of all the things we tell ourselves isn't true so that we can sleep at night without fear of what we don't understand. I had that luxury, cause I've heard them all my life, the spirits on the other side of our world. And I fear them, more than anything else. They left their mark on me long ago, and it burns me to this day."
Jackson is, or rather was, an outgoing individual, easily able to make friends with others. He liked hanging out with friends, and while he wasn't the best student, he managed to get by in his studies for the most part. That changed about a month before his transfer to Armstrong. He had gone over to a friends house for a party, a small one just for his group of close friends. Late in the night, one of them pulled out a Ouija board, and everyone but Jackson cheered in delight. They all started messing with it, calling to spirits and asking ridiculous questions, while Jackson tried to decided whether or not he should just leave.
One of his friends, seeing that Jackson wasn't joining in the fun, started to make fun of his apparent fear, calling him a scaredy cat. The rest of them joined in, trying to get him o join in. Jackson knew that what he was doing was a bad idea, but the peer pressure eventually made him cave in. He sat down at the table and put his hands on the Ouija board with everyone else, planning to ask a simple question than get the hell out of here. But then he got curious.
He knew he had some connection to that world, hearing things that could never be explained, voices from the darkness of shadows, and the weird sensation he got in some places that were supposedly haunted. He figured that he might as well try and use it to get some answers. So he focused on the board and prepared to ask the spirits his question.
He never got the chance.
Everything went black, and the sounds of screams filled the air, air rushing around him like he was in the center of a hurricane. It wasn't until something grabbed his arm and pulled him backwards away from the board, were he had been frozen in fear, that darkness vanished. By then it was already to late.
All of his friends were dead, some seeming as if they had been ripped apart by some wild animals, others as if they had the very drained from them. He was left their alone, with a grim wound to remind him of this night for the rest of his life.
After a month of investigation, he was cleared of having anything to do with the murders due to lack of any evidence and was set free from holding by the police. His family moved to their new home, and him to a new school, trying to recover some semblance of normalcy. Jackson was very much changed by the experience. He became very reclusive, trying his best to avoid contact with others, began reading up on charms and other magic items that were said to ward of spirits and other such things. He jumps at every shadow he sees, and goes near ballistic in the dark, He has been reduced to nothing but a shell of the boy he used to be.
And that wasn't the end of it. Shortly after he arrived in Oakenheim, he began to have dreams, nightmares, and hallucinations. He felt sick a lot, and felt strange urges to hurt people, break things, and cause overall Chaos. The cause, a spirit known as Aphosis, had taken residence inside of him during that night, and was trying to possess him, by driving him insane. However, due to him being exposed to the supernatural all of his life, he's fairly resistant to Aphosis' power, and can even make use of the spirit to use his ability, though he rarely makes use of it due to the strain the ability has over him.</s>
<|message|>Kanoa Marigold
There wasn't much wind today, but there was just enough to blow the tips of the treetops to and fro. As she waited, Kanoa's eyes watched the leaves dance. She could faintly hear the sound of the leaves rattle in the wind from a distance, it caused a subtle hint of blue to mingle with the green treetops, making it appear as if waves were gently moving through them. This was the natural state of things, at least it was how she saw it, so when she saw the blues in front of her suddenly turn orange she had to blink a few times in disbelief. The wind picked up ever so slightly, and as the leaves wavered it looked as if the forest was on fire. She looked down to the forest floor, and between the green moss and assorted flora she saw a small red creature staring at her, it was a red fox. Staring may be an understatement, the fox's amber eyes were piercing straight into her and looking even further.
Kanoa's violet eyes narrowed, and she glared back. The Fox's eyes gave her a nagging curiosity and feeling of unjustified desire. She had no reason to, but she wanted to follow the fox, she felt as if she had an obligation to. She gripped the chains of the swing and prepared to stand, but a voice snapped her out of her trance. The fox ran off, and the orange hues changed back to blue.
Kanoa turned her head to see Raven, she was the first to arrive this time, she really was eager. She had brought more cupcakes, which she may have been more excited for if she wasn't mindful of her diet. If Raven did this often Kanoa would need to incorporate a workout schedule for them all. "I did, actually." She said, standing up and moving behind Raven. She pushed her back, causing her to swing forward. She continued lightly pushing her, not really wondering if it was even a bother.
"Probably thought about it more than I needed to, considering we aren't going to talk to the missing boy's parents at all." Kanoa pressed her lips tightly together and made a humming noise, if her brain were an engine, that would be the sound it made when it was on the fritz. "Sorry I guess, you wanted to do something useful, right? Don't worry about it, I have a feeling you'll get another chance soon." As she kept pushing Raven, Cory arrived, simply asking if he was late. If it weren't for the desk in the club room with a hole in it, Kanoa would swear that Cory was just an average guy. He hadn't said much at all, and he seemed as if he thought he didn't belong here.
Mary and Maxwell soon arrived, the later of which silently greeting them and standing off to the side. Kanoa almost wished she had a camera with her, he looked like he belonged on the cover of an album for a band that sung about how crappy life was. Mary gave a sarcastic remark to Cory's question, sarcasm seemed to be Mary's own personal dialect.
"Hello everyone." She greeted them with a lazy smile, still pushing Raven. She wasn't looking at what she was doing, and now the pale skinned girl was soaring back and forth, perhaps a bit too high at this point. "It's still a theory at this point, but that leaf burning up when August touched it leads me to believe that we're dealing with a spirit, a shapeshifting one, possibly. This could be potentially dangerous I'll have you know, so be on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary... or anything excessively ordinary." Kanoa hummed again. "I'd like to wait until the others get here, but feel free to ask me anything, and to eat Raven's cupcakes."</s>
<|message|>August Battaglia
"Oh good, for a second I was worried I had developed pyro powers."
August vaulted the fence, her incredibly long braid swaying behind as she landed and trotted over to the group, a black backpack on her shoulders. The pack had two flashlights, a screwdriver and pliers, a heavy hunting knife, a rope, several water bottles, and some granola bars. August had wandered the woods enough to know there were some places light just didn't touch, and it was always better to be prepared and not need something than to need it and not have it. The electric tools were just always with the girl as a matter of habit. Forgoing a heavy sweater, this time she was in a simple blue long sleeve thermal with ripped black jeans and a pair of running shoes. A bright pink beanie with what appeared to be over-sized dog ears sewn to the sides sat atop the mountain of hair as she gave a yawn, rubbing her eyes behind a pair of aviator sunglasses. Her regular glasses were in the backpack as well, just in case. August trumped over to the slide, walking up it easily before sitting at the top and giving a wave to the assembled group. Everyone seemed to have dressed up for anything BUT a romp through the woods. Except Mary, though she doubted that was so much preparation and more just not really caring too much.
"Shape shifter, cool."
August's mind was already barreling forward, the logic train had no brakes. Why did her touch cause it to burst into flames but not Kanoa's? What about fire made it more likely to be a shapeshifter? Could the shifter turn into anything? Could it turn into one of them? Could it turn into fire or water and burn or drown them? The red head quirked her lips for a second before settling on one to ask Kanoa, who appeared to be enjoying pushing the doll on the swing. Cuuute. In a horror movie sort of way.
"So can this thing turn into one of us or is it limited? Cause if it can turn into one of us, we may want like...a call sign to show we're real. Like military, you know. I say Flash, you say Thunder. And we may want to think it up before we go somewhere it could hear us."
August really didn't want to be put in a situation where she'd need to find out which Cory was real and which Cory needed to be pushed off a cliff or stabbed or ghost busted or whatever they were going to do. Come to think of it, Cory would probably be easy to distinguish between a shape shifter...he could just blast a hole in a tree to prove it. The others...not so much. Maybe August would be the one who'd need to prove who she was. The thought gave her a slight sinking in her stomach. She didn't really trust any of the others here to not just remove both her and the shifter out of laziness or some misguided sense of efficiency. Oof, not dying today would be awesome thank you.</s>
| <|message|>Jackson DuCarthy
"Whose to say it can't already," Jackson said upon his arrival, looking a little tired. He was also wearing some tough-looking jeans, a hooded flannel jacket with a thermal long sleeve underneath it, some hiking boots, and a special kind of watch that seemed to double as a compass. He also had knives, three rather large hunting knives on a holster around his waist, all sheathed, and an ornate thowing knife in hand, being flipped over and over in his hand with a practiced ease, the naked silver blade gleaming in the light of dawn. "If it can shapeshift, then it can be anywhere, so watch you should back and stay on guard."
Jackson groaned slightly, gripping his head in pain, his knife flipping inreasing in frequency as his fristration grew. "Man, I had the worst sleep last night. I don't have a clue why, but I don't feel rested at all, and I've had a splitting headache since this morning. That aside,, how have you guys been doing?" Jackson yawned as he rested against a tree, now taking to spinning the knife around in his hands. "Oh, and good morning."</s> |
<|description|>Jackson DuCarthy
Gender:Male
Age:16
Personality: Jackson is a rather reserved individual, though not so much that he won't try to talk to people. Normally, he can be rather friendly and outgoing, but he immediately clams up whenever he becomes afraid, agitated, or angered, fleeing from these emotions and the general area.
Appearance:
Jackson around 5'10, with black hair and dark blue eyes. He usually wear some type of jacket, jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers, but if the school has a uniform then he won't have any objections to wearing it. His skin is slightly tanned, since he likes to spend a lot of time outside, and he sometimes dyes strands of his hair different colors when he feels the need to change things up a bit. He is somewhat good looking, but that is usually hidden by his hood if he has one. He has a strange set of scars, three perpendicular claw marks, that goes from his shoulder to his elbow on his right side. He hides it whenever he can, and when asked about he will immediately clam up and attempt to leave the area.
Tether: Jackson is naturally connected to the supernatural, having being subjected to hearing voices of spirits for as long as he can remember. Until a month ago, he hadn't thought much of it, but then an event happened that changed his perspective on it, and made him afraid off it.
Ability/Talents: Ability: Physical Soul Projection, this ability is a side effect of having Aphosis inside of him. It allows him to project Aphosis' soul outside of him to interact with the world in a way similar to telekinesis, but at a cost. While using this ability, Jackson increases the chance of Aphosis taking over his body, as it takes a rather sizable to use Aphosis' soul in this way. When using this ability, or possessed by Aphosis, his right eye will glow an eerie silver color(Think Black Rock Shooter)
Talents he has are being an experienced Outdoors man and survivalist, as he spent his past summers in the grand outdoors with his family and takes pride in his survivl skills. He is also very good with knives, and has a collection of them at his house and never leaves home without at least three on his person, once for the opprotunity to show off, now because he's afraid to leave the house with out at least something to protect him.
Recent history:
"All my life, I've felt connected to the world of the unseen, of sprits and demons, of all the things we tell ourselves isn't true so that we can sleep at night without fear of what we don't understand. I had that luxury, cause I've heard them all my life, the spirits on the other side of our world. And I fear them, more than anything else. They left their mark on me long ago, and it burns me to this day."
Jackson is, or rather was, an outgoing individual, easily able to make friends with others. He liked hanging out with friends, and while he wasn't the best student, he managed to get by in his studies for the most part. That changed about a month before his transfer to Armstrong. He had gone over to a friends house for a party, a small one just for his group of close friends. Late in the night, one of them pulled out a Ouija board, and everyone but Jackson cheered in delight. They all started messing with it, calling to spirits and asking ridiculous questions, while Jackson tried to decided whether or not he should just leave.
One of his friends, seeing that Jackson wasn't joining in the fun, started to make fun of his apparent fear, calling him a scaredy cat. The rest of them joined in, trying to get him o join in. Jackson knew that what he was doing was a bad idea, but the peer pressure eventually made him cave in. He sat down at the table and put his hands on the Ouija board with everyone else, planning to ask a simple question than get the hell out of here. But then he got curious.
He knew he had some connection to that world, hearing things that could never be explained, voices from the darkness of shadows, and the weird sensation he got in some places that were supposedly haunted. He figured that he might as well try and use it to get some answers. So he focused on the board and prepared to ask the spirits his question.
He never got the chance.
Everything went black, and the sounds of screams filled the air, air rushing around him like he was in the center of a hurricane. It wasn't until something grabbed his arm and pulled him backwards away from the board, were he had been frozen in fear, that darkness vanished. By then it was already to late.
All of his friends were dead, some seeming as if they had been ripped apart by some wild animals, others as if they had the very drained from them. He was left their alone, with a grim wound to remind him of this night for the rest of his life.
After a month of investigation, he was cleared of having anything to do with the murders due to lack of any evidence and was set free from holding by the police. His family moved to their new home, and him to a new school, trying to recover some semblance of normalcy. Jackson was very much changed by the experience. He became very reclusive, trying his best to avoid contact with others, began reading up on charms and other magic items that were said to ward of spirits and other such things. He jumps at every shadow he sees, and goes near ballistic in the dark, He has been reduced to nothing but a shell of the boy he used to be.
And that wasn't the end of it. Shortly after he arrived in Oakenheim, he began to have dreams, nightmares, and hallucinations. He felt sick a lot, and felt strange urges to hurt people, break things, and cause overall Chaos. The cause, a spirit known as Aphosis, had taken residence inside of him during that night, and was trying to possess him, by driving him insane. However, due to him being exposed to the supernatural all of his life, he's fairly resistant to Aphosis' power, and can even make use of the spirit to use his ability, though he rarely makes use of it due to the strain the ability has over him.</s>
<|message|>Kanoa Marigold
Kanoa let out a chuckle filled with more than a hint of irritation. Not only had Jackson left his position at the entrance, leaving Maxwell alone, but he had come in to call her reliability into question. "You aren't sure if I know what I'm doing?" She said, her tone teetering on the edge between saccharine and vexation. She shoved her hands into her pockets and let out a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down. She understood that he may be afraid, but that was no excuse to deflect his fears onto her. She turned towards the staircase, ready to check on the others, but they were just now coming down.
August wanted to leave, now. Kanoa ventured a guess that she had seen something with her ability that disturbed her. She felt a little guilty, it was her that put the girl in this situation in the first place, and it wasn't going to become any easier.
"Sure, we're done here." The club leader headed for the entrance, exiting the house of living wood into the forest. Stopping a few meters away from the home she stood in front of Jackson.
"Jackson, I know what I'm doing. Surely I don't need to remind you that this is an investigation at the moment. Plans are not enacted in an investigation, instead, procedure is followed. If I explain everything at once to you all then there is a very good chance that it won't sink in. You aren't taught the history of a country all in one day, and let me assure you, you have an entire new world of history to learn."
Kanoa sighed and ran a hand through her hair, and turned to the group that had searched the second floor. "Anyway... What did you all discover?"</s>
<|message|>Daniel Herne
Making his way down the stairs Danny could practically see the lightning coming off the two as Jackson questioned Kanoa. While he didn't think that he would actually try anything, the boy strided brusquely out the door (in part to clear a path for August) and placing himself between the two, his back to Jackson. Holding up his hands in a placating manner Danny said hurriedly, "Look maybe he didn't phrase it the best way, but Jackson has got a point." Jackson has a point? Since when did Danny agree with knife wielding maniacs? Since they voice what we've all been thinking this entire time a voice told Danny. Oh right. that. Coming to terms with the side he was taking Daniel tried to take the most diplomatic approach as possible, treating the tiny woman as if she were a Kodiak bear. "Look, what you know about this...secret world doesn't matter when you don't tell us. Not only do we not know what we're doing, but information that we may have is not only false, but misleading since it's come from a century's long game of telephone. Police procedure comes from that knowledge being drilled into people's heads at academies that make officers qualified. It's what separates detectives from an angry mob. I understand that we're on the clock with our John Doe, but if we head into this in the dark, we're going to just end up with a whole bunch of more hurt people. Not everyone knows who Eugene Francois Vidocq is, but everyone knows that tracking footprints is important." Looking away Danny said more quietly, "Look Boss, I'm on board no matter what. But half these people only met you yesterday. Heck, I'm pretty sure I saw two people run off on the way over here to go make out or something. You don't need to give the principles of thaumaturgy or how the position of the stars affect transmutating metals for now. Just enough so that where ever we head next, we won't end up just like the boy. I'm sure there's stuff that you can go over while we walk back, right?"
Now sure that no one would immediately be strangled, Daniel walked over to August and pulled out his thermos and poured a cup of cocoa. "Thanks to this little lady we now know that this was a full blown kidnapping." Putting the cup into her hands (much as an EMT would) Danny then nodded his head towards Orion saying, "And Orion over here figured out that this kitsune has been preparing for this for a while, as well as places they might frequent. However at best it would require a stake-out and canvasing the area which would take too much time. What about you guys? Did you find anything interesting?"</s>
<|message|>Orion Ellis
Orion just watched the others as they descended from their lofty perch and contemplation. He tongued the back of his teeth thoughtfully.
"Sure thing, Batty," he replied to what he rather sapiecentrically thought of as an empty room.
Following behind, the black sheepdog that he was, he watched his footing on the strangely twisting, interwoven branches that served for a stair. The mention of his name snapped his head up. There seemed to be a tension in the room. He scanned faces and body language for meaning. Then he thought better of it. This was not his scene. It would work itself out or not. He listened to Danny. Mister Reasonable. The rest of them were still the Greeks to Orion. He couldn't make much of their hide or their hair. But that would work itself out. Or not. He looked over at August. He really didn't have a handle on any of this really. Thing were not smooth. Why weren't they smooth. He frowned at the thermos in her hands. Something clicked in Orion's brain. Smiling self-congratulatory, he reached over the redhead and plucked the thermos from her hands. Taking a sip he hummed appreciatively. Walking over with the container close to his face, warm steam on his chin he maneuvered through the entangled group. The tension had drawn the walls in. Slipping between Jackson and Konoa he placed a hand on the former's shoulder in what he hoped was a solid, reassuring way. It would work itself out. He smiled at Mary as he wiggled around her to the far wall. She seemed to have her blood up. He reached his pack.
Placing the thermos down on the dirt carefully. He rummaged through his tightly packed bag. Of course they were near the bottom. Reaching past the rest of his belongings he plunged his hand deep into the bottom of the canvas pack. Finally, and with as much flourish as possible he retrieved the objects of his quest. Thick, woolen mittens covered in vaguely Native American-esque knitting patterns whipped through the earthy air. Orion picked up the thermos with his other hand and reversed his trek. Patting Konoa this time he smiled at Max. He had no idea what was up with Max, but it would probably work itself out.
Finally returning to August he proffered the mittens to her.
"Here. They're new." He looked at her expectantly pleased. Like a dog; a sheepdog.</s>
| <|message|>Jackson DuCarthy
"I'm not asking for history, I'm not asking for a lecture, all I want is some proof that you know what you're doing, right here, right now, and are not going to get us all killed going after this kid. I'M NOT GOING THROUGH THIS SHIT A SECOND TIME!!" Jackson responded to Kanoa before Danny intervened, as her answer did nothing to calm his nerves, and everything to to set them off. God dammit if I'm going to let her drag me any further without some reassurance that she isn't leading us to our deaths
She's just a foolish little girl, how can she provide any such promises, Jackson, she'll lead you to your grave. Jackson went rigid as Apophsis spoke to him, which coincided with when Orion came over to give him a reassuring pat in his shoulder, just barely keeping his face from giving away any emotion. Come now, Jacky-boy, you've already been through hell once, why let her drag you back into the horror you've only just begun to recover from. Let me kill her, Jackson, let me choke the life out of her and you'll all be saved from her idiocy.
Jackson held himself with a shiver, not from the words the spirit spoke, but from the way he almost agreed with it. A part of him wanted to let Apophsis kill Kanoa, was convinced that following her would only lead to another night of agony and death. A bigger part of him, however, knew that doing that would be insane, that this was murder he was contemplating, and the fact he was even considering it was sickening. Jackson backed away from everyone until his back hit a tree someways away, his breathing becoming erratic as he fell into a familiar pit of self-loathing, anger, and sadness, though anger was the main emotion he was feeling, a cold hatred he held for Apophsis that transcended everything else he had ever felt. Now, more than ever, he wanted this spirit out of him, because he knew that it was changing him, draining his humanity and replacing it with something else, something dark and sinister. And as days go by, he found himself caring less and less. This is no way to live, slowly being hollowed out from the inside, feeling your humanity slipping away. And yet, you won't ever let me end it, will you? Apophsis only chuckled in response.</s> |
<|description|>August Battaglia
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: August is easily excited and gets caught up in the heat of the moment frequently. Passionate and always thinking at a breakneck pace, it's amazing she hasn't gone insane or gotten herself killed. A hopeless romantic with an overpowering logical streak, she's broken more than a few hearts in her life, both boys and girls. Her train of thought, sometimes, makes little to no sense when she's in one of her brainstorms. She's deathly afraid of drowning, and cannot swim. It is exceptionally hard for her to not tinker with something and try to modify, streamline, fix, or enhance it, often with disastrous results.
Appearance: Despite standing at a minimal 5', August is hard to miss. She has wild, vibrant red hair reaching down to her hips, often braided or tied back in intricate designs meant to control it's inevitable frazzles, frizzles, and tangles, but still make it presentable. Sharp green eyes stare over thin circular glasses in silver frames, sitting atop a perky nose. Her lips seem to almost always be pouting, except when they're being bitten in concentration. Often wears simple sweaters with jeans and brightly colored shoes of some sort, her favorite having a nebula painted across the top, alongside a worn beanie with googly eyes sewn onto it, looking like some kind of blob monster eating the top of her head. Weighing in at around 105 lbs, her figure is incredibly modest, with no chest or behind to really speak of. Her voice tends to squeak and crack when it hits a certain volume, especially when frustrated or annoyed, or when she inevitably gets shocked by one of her quick-fixed electronics.
Tether: A near death experience has made August not only more appreciative of life, but also brought her closer to the spirit world. Something came back with her from the other side, and though she doesn't fully understand it, she's desperate to learn all she can about it.
Ability: Empathy - August can read emotions in a given area or object. The stronger the emotion at the time, the easier they are to read. Complex or convoluted emotions, or areas with many different emotions, are jumbled and wild, something akin to a kaleidoscope in her head where she can't settle on one before another shoves it's way in. Particularly powerful emotions, like trauma, can give her headaches and leave her dazed or confused. This can't be used to read emotions in living people.
Talents:
Electronic Repairs - There are few electrical systems that can stay broken under August's fingers. Broken radios, flashlights, fuses, she can fix or at least temporarily jerry-rig almost anything that has wires and a current.
Hotwire - A part of her life she'd rather forget, though definitely a useful skill to have, if she can get into a car, she can make it drive, keys or not.
Recent history: August is a bit of an odd duck in Oakenheim. Shipped to the town suddenly to stay with her brother due to "legal issues", the girl has made a name for herself by "fixing" things that were never broken. Locations the locals actively avoid she seeks out with great zeal, mostly for disappointing results, but occasionally it pays off. She's often seen at night riding her bike to some new location or off into the woods. The local sheriff makes it a habit of picking her up on sight during these runs, since her brother almost never knows about them, and they often end with the power in the town going out from her tinkering.</s>
<|message|>Kanoa Marigold
It was the end of the school day in Oakenheim High, Kanoa Marigold knew this because the bell had rang. She hated this school's bell, it was loud, electronic, and gave her a bad taste in her mouth like copper coins. Her mouth wriggled like a snake on a hot plate as she tried to get the sensation off of her tongue. Her fellow classmates had already sprouted from their seats like Jack in the Boxes, she knew it was Friday and all, but Kanoa didn't see the need to rush anywhere. Last time she checked the mall and other teenage hangouts weren't going anywhere. "Hmm." Kanoa reached for her phone and did a quick search on the web. "Yep, not going anywhere..."
The classroom emptied out, and only when she was the only one left did she exit herself. She really hated lines, the person behind and in front of you always expected so much from you. Step too slowly and they'd stomp on your heel, step too quickly and you'd bump into someone's poor unsuspecting back. She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked through the halls. Students were storming through the school like they always did, though she had to be thankful this town's population wasn't very large. Dense crowds tended to overload her senses, to the point she almost felt as if she were wading through a pool of assorted paints. Reds, blues, yellows, browns and purples, people's unique voices poured into her relentlessly. She let out a lazy sigh, and continued on her way.
At the back of the school there was an empty classroom, there was a problem with the circuitry that caused the lights to burst whenever someone tried to change them, because of this the room was eerily dimmer than most others. Light seeped through a boarded window's gaps like an aperture, allowing just enough light inside the room to be serviceable, at least for her needs.
A boy was standing in front of the room's entrance tossing a key up and down in his hand. He saw Kanoa and turned towards her. "You know, just because you're the student council president doesn't mean you can order me around." He said, tossing the small object to her. She caught it, and gave it a quick glance before slipping it in her pocket.
"Good work, I trust you sent the invitations as well, vice-president?" She asked. The boy groaned and ran a hand through his blond hair, not too enthused that his complaint was ignored.
"Yeah yeah, I'm going now, I've got a date, enjoy your freaky club." He said, turning to leave, but Kanoa hugged him from behind.
"Oh~? A date with who, vice-president?"
"None of your business Kanoa, and stop calling me that, I have a name ya know!?" He struggled to shake her off, but her grip was surprisingly strong. She ignored his complaints once more, choosing instead to sniff his hair.
"Is that cologne? you must really like this girl, you never wear that stuff." She took another whiff of the aroma. "Blueberry muffins?" She said, finally letting him go.
"That's not even close to what it's supposed to be, honestly, you need to get your head checked out!" He ranted, hurrying off before she decided to grab him again.
Kanoa shrugged her shoulders and walked into the room, it was a little dusty, but she could easily fix that with a little elbow grease. She took a seat on a desk in the back of the room, which happened to be the brightest part of the room. Officially, she had taken this room for her 'club of the occult,' however, she had another purpose in mind. The invitations she had sent out were vague, yet clear to those that they were intended for. The invitations simply said.
To those that are aware of the unseen and unexplained, you are not alone. Strange things have been happening in this town, and while many refuse to accept this, or are unable to, we have the opportunity to do something about it. If you wish to know more, then please meet me in room 12C. I will understand if you ignore this message.</s>
<|message|>Jackson DuCarthy
Jackson was walking in down the halls of the school, wearing a plain black shirt, some dark blue jeans, and a hooded jacket with the hood pulled up over his face, wondering if he should be doing this. 'Messing with this stuff is what ruined my life in the first place, why am I risking it happening again by joining this stupid club.' He grumbled in his head, already knowimg why he was doing this. He needed this chance to be able to talk about his experience, hopefully helping him move on from what happened. And maybe, a way to get rid of him.
Ahhhh, don't you like my company, Jacky-boy, I assure you I have your best interest at heart. Just let me in to your soul, into your mind, and give me control.
Aphosis' words slithered through his mind like snakes, but Jackson shook off the spirit's words, not letting it get to him. That would only make the situation worse, of that he was sure.
Jackson soon found himself in front of the club doors and, after standing their for a good ten minutes readying himself, opened the door. He immediately noticed he was the first one to arrive. Fuck.
"Um, he-hello, my name is Jackson Ducarthym pleasure to make your aquaintence." Jackson mumbled, walking over to a seat in a darker section of the room. He pulled his hoid down over his face, only a few strips of his raven hair sticking out from underneath, the rest was of his features being hidden. Jackson hoped someone else would show soon,he wasn't good at starting conversation.</s>
| <|message|>August Battaglia
"Ow. Ow! OW STOP THAT!"
August gave the old computer a punch, immediately yelping as her knuckles cracked across the metallic surface. Mr. Grant, leaning on the nearby counter, gave a sigh.
"Please don't punch school property Miss Battaglia."
"Well it won't stop shocking me! Seriously, how old is this thing, it's shorting out every time I touch it!"
"Most electronics do that because you touch them as I recall. Are you saying you can't fix it?"
"I fixed it ten minutes ago, I'm enhancing it now."
August found her screwdriver yanked from her hand sharply.
"That's quite enough! No tinkering, thank you for your help!"
"Oh come on, I bet I could make this thing scream! Maybe even literally."
The red head slid out from under the desk, brushing herself off vigorously as she adjusted her glasses. Her braid had been tied up in a large spiraling loop while she had been on the ground, to avoid dust getting into the huge mass of fiery locks. She gave a pout, which considering her features, was QUITE pronounced and pathetic looking.
"You're working with obsolete equipment!"
"It's what the school provides, thank you for fixing it, that'll be enough for me."
August gave a huff, but didn't fight too hard. For starters, her fingers were feeling tingly from the repeated shocks the obstinate little machine had given her. Secondly, Mr. Grant controlled her grades and lacked a sense of humor. Thirdly, she had a place to be. The letter sitting in her backpack had piqued her interest far too much to not follow up on. Untying her hair so the braid fell against her backside with a suprisingly heavy thump, she grabbed her bag and headed out of the room, waving to her teacher as she navigated the river that was Oakenheim High. She was at a distinct advantage and disadvantage with her size...she could squeeze through fairly easily, but people also tended to not notice her until they had run into her. Despite her bright red hair, the vibrant cream colored sweater, and cherry red sneakers, she barely came up to chest height for most of the students. Her head was already full of different concepts and ideas for her next experiment as she made a beeline towards room 12C. August knew the room well, the lights were janked, and most people believe it had been her that did it. It hadn't, but still, her reputation preceded her. She arrived in time to hear a boy talking, but didn't catch anything he said. Straightening her glasses, flipping her braid over her shoulder, and giving a smile, she walked in, then halted as she saw only two people. Immediately her train of thought derailed in it's usual manner as she scanned the pair, her smile replaced with a quirked grin that she always wore when thinking too fast, one eyebrow cocked low.
"What, this is it? Oh wait, I'm early? Well, early-ish, if you two beat me. Unless one of you sent the letter. Okay, I'm early. Man I fixed the computer faster than I thought...totally could have done more...I'm August, by the way. I'm in the right room, right?"
She leaned backwards out the door, grabbing the side as she looked at the number from a near horizontal orientation. Yup, right room. She whipped back in, heading over to a desk between the boy and the girl. Classrooms always had odd emotions. Pride, depression, nervousness, a whooooole lot of lust, joy, anger. This class had some lingering tastes that kept popping up. Very faded though, diluted, and she had gotten used to the kaleidoscope of emotions that came from hormonal teenagers. Hell, she was feeling them still, so they weren't exactly new. She sat cross legged on top of the desk, grinning at the pair as she waited for one of them to respond to her greeting.</s> |
<|description|>August Battaglia
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: August is easily excited and gets caught up in the heat of the moment frequently. Passionate and always thinking at a breakneck pace, it's amazing she hasn't gone insane or gotten herself killed. A hopeless romantic with an overpowering logical streak, she's broken more than a few hearts in her life, both boys and girls. Her train of thought, sometimes, makes little to no sense when she's in one of her brainstorms. She's deathly afraid of drowning, and cannot swim. It is exceptionally hard for her to not tinker with something and try to modify, streamline, fix, or enhance it, often with disastrous results.
Appearance: Despite standing at a minimal 5', August is hard to miss. She has wild, vibrant red hair reaching down to her hips, often braided or tied back in intricate designs meant to control it's inevitable frazzles, frizzles, and tangles, but still make it presentable. Sharp green eyes stare over thin circular glasses in silver frames, sitting atop a perky nose. Her lips seem to almost always be pouting, except when they're being bitten in concentration. Often wears simple sweaters with jeans and brightly colored shoes of some sort, her favorite having a nebula painted across the top, alongside a worn beanie with googly eyes sewn onto it, looking like some kind of blob monster eating the top of her head. Weighing in at around 105 lbs, her figure is incredibly modest, with no chest or behind to really speak of. Her voice tends to squeak and crack when it hits a certain volume, especially when frustrated or annoyed, or when she inevitably gets shocked by one of her quick-fixed electronics.
Tether: A near death experience has made August not only more appreciative of life, but also brought her closer to the spirit world. Something came back with her from the other side, and though she doesn't fully understand it, she's desperate to learn all she can about it.
Ability: Empathy - August can read emotions in a given area or object. The stronger the emotion at the time, the easier they are to read. Complex or convoluted emotions, or areas with many different emotions, are jumbled and wild, something akin to a kaleidoscope in her head where she can't settle on one before another shoves it's way in. Particularly powerful emotions, like trauma, can give her headaches and leave her dazed or confused. This can't be used to read emotions in living people.
Talents:
Electronic Repairs - There are few electrical systems that can stay broken under August's fingers. Broken radios, flashlights, fuses, she can fix or at least temporarily jerry-rig almost anything that has wires and a current.
Hotwire - A part of her life she'd rather forget, though definitely a useful skill to have, if she can get into a car, she can make it drive, keys or not.
Recent history: August is a bit of an odd duck in Oakenheim. Shipped to the town suddenly to stay with her brother due to "legal issues", the girl has made a name for herself by "fixing" things that were never broken. Locations the locals actively avoid she seeks out with great zeal, mostly for disappointing results, but occasionally it pays off. She's often seen at night riding her bike to some new location or off into the woods. The local sheriff makes it a habit of picking her up on sight during these runs, since her brother almost never knows about them, and they often end with the power in the town going out from her tinkering.</s>
<|message|>John Maxwell
Maxwell surveyed the occupants of the room from under his hood as he listened to Kanoa speak, his penetrating green eyes moving from person to person after a brief moment of contemplation, gauging their reactions to Kanoa's words. He had picked up on her uncertainty when she had greeted him. Had he done something to unnerve her? He got that kind of reaction more often than he would have liked. Regardless his own reaction was that of plain acceptance.
A weak, short lived smile found its way to his lips and was gone just as fast. A few months ago he would not have believed a single word coming out of her mouth. It all sounded a bit too much like the fictional horror stories that his father peddled in. Hell, he probably would have never even showed in the first place. But here he was and he was ready to listen, if nothing else. If he was lucky he might even receive answers. Maxwell closed his eyes for a moment and processed what he was hearing.
"Natural huh? There's nothing natural about this," he said from under his hood in a voice that sounded as though he was suddenly irritated. He tutted at his own words. He hadn't meant to sound angry but he was aware that that was how it had come across. He tried a different tact. "This is new to me, so from my point of view there is nothing natural about any of this." He took another bite out of the bland but acceptable cupcake. Her words made a certain kind of sense, especially after what had happened. Perhaps that was the manifestation of the so called 'tether' that she spoke of.
Since nobody else spoke up first he felt that he might as well."The name's John Maxwell, though I guess many of you already know that. Rumours travel fast in this town. I'm the guy who stepped off a bridge," he said simply. "Let's get one thing straight, I didn't try to kill myself. I don't remember exactly what happened but I get the feeling that someone told me to step off of that bridge and that I couldn't say no. But with that said I don't remember hitting the water either. So who knows."
"Anyway I woke up...different. Since that day it feels as though a part of me is missing. That it was replaced somehow. With what I have no idea," he knew how crazy he must of sounded but there was no point stopping now. "As for what that did to me, I don't suppose anyone actually saw me go near cupcake girl," he said before eating the last bite. "Telekinesis or whatever you want to call it," he said, not entirely convinced that that was what it was. He decided not to mention about the dying plants, not yet anyway. "Pleased to meet you all."</s>
<|message|>Jackson DuCarthy
Jackson had given Kanoa a single, maddened smile before she placed the tag on, one of his eyes glowing silver as she'd feel a slight pressure against her throat and see a gnarled etherial limb grasping at her neck. But the second she placed the tag on, however, the glow disappeared, and with it the spectral arm, which was visible to all present due to their tethers. Jackson took a breath, coughing slightly as he did so due to irritation of his throat, but otherwise he was fine.
"Th-thank you Kanoa, and I'm sorry for bothering you. That happens from time to time." Jackson then stood up, looking at those around him from under his hood with a cautious, and somewhat guilty, eye. He took another breath, this time to calm himself down before he spoke to everyone. "Uh,hello everyone, my name is Jackson Ducarthy and it's a pleasure to meet you I, uh, I hope we can all become fri- fri-," Jackson tried to say the word, but it wouldn't he just couldn't, especially right after he had an attack. Clearing his throat, Jackson tried again, "I hope we can all get along." He finished silently, walking over quickly to grab a cupcake before siting back in his seat, taking a moment to gather his thoughts for what he was going to say and do next. With another clearing of throat and steadying of nerves, Jackson spoke up again, explaining his. . . condition to the rest.
"I'm a Natural as well, I guess, as I've been able to see and hear spirits all my life, though I did more hearing then seeing until recently. I also have an ability, though I've only acquired recently, and I despise it above all else. I obtained it after a. . . certain event happened that led to me being partially possessed by this spirit. This has given me a type of astral projection, an ability to project the spirit's soul to interact with the physical world, if you will allow me to demonstrate."
Focusing, Jackson was surprised not to feel any pain and resistance as he called on Aphosis' soul, causing his eye to glow brightly, a trail of silver energy seeming bursting from it as he rose his hand towards one of the empty desks. From his hand came another gnarled limb, superimposed upon Jackson's arm for a second before shooting for the chair, gripping it by the back, and pulling it over to him. After he finished, he released his grip on Aphosis, and the energy and arm faded away.
"I'm not sure how far I can take this ability, especially when the spirit resists. Something he does rather frequently. Also I warn you, be wary when I use this ability. It makes it easier for the spirit to wrest control of me, so please be careful. I don't wish to hurt anyone else with my blunders." With his piece said, Jackson went back to eating his cupcake, his normal eye being covered by the talisman Kanoa stuck in his head. What ever it was, it shut Aphosis up and he wasn't going to question it. And he sure as hell wasn't going to remove it, he didn't care how stupid it looked.</s>
| <|message|>August Battaglia
August, having been mostly ignored by the boy and Kanoa after the initial greeting and confirmation of the number, had occupied herself by staring at the flickering lights intently, biting her lip as she mentally planned out the electronics and how she could easily fix the flickering. Orion entered next, and Kanoa's usual placid expression was replaced for a moment before it came back up again. The boy lounged next to the red head, greeting her in his usual laid back demeanor. Her eyes whipped down to Orion, giving a quirked grin.
"Not much Oreo. As she said, spooky scary skeletons and haunted houses abound. Still living in the North Pole?"
Orion's calm demeanor rarely failed to get some girl giggling, though August just found it...sedate. It wasn't particularly appealing or off putting, but she would happily admit that Orion himself wasn't hard on the eyes. And didn't seemed annoyed by her seemingly boundless amount of energy. Or how frequently she blew things up. Or electrocuted herself. Or cut the power in the building. Really he just didn't seem to ever be bothered by...anything. Well, she wasn't about to be able to fix the lights in the middle of a meeting, so instead August decided to hop off her current desk, hop onto the desk behind Orion, and lean onto his shoulders, huffing in mild boredom. Whether he pushed her aside or not, she didn't really mind. ANYTHING was better than just sitting in silence staring at the lights. She could already hear her friends being annoyed. 'You laid on him!?' like he was something to be venerated. He was good looking, not made of gold.
"No one's talking...m'bored."
Another student entered. Best described as gray, August had never met her before. Her eyes seemed oddly large. She was pretty, like a porcelain doll. She placed cupcakes on the desk, though August didn't go for them. She instead waved at the girl with one hand, letting Kanoa talk and...engulf one of the baked treats. Sugar caused August to go haywire, she was already a bundle of energy as it was. They looked amazing though, the girl was clearly a skilled baker! The boy in the corner started talking to himself. She'd find it odd, but considering her current situation...that would probably be premature.
Another visitor, looked like everyone decided all at once to show up, this one preceded by smoke. August didn't know her personally, but had seen her around. She looked about as interested in the world as a frog would be in algebra. A dead frog. With headphones on. She was cute though. In a...statue...sort of way. She gave another wave, green eyes flitting up to the flickering light again as the urge to tinker started rising. Something about a goat?
"We'd need a tarp."
She mumbled before, once again, another student walked in. This club seemed popular. Maxwell, August recognized him. Mostly because of the rumors running around him. Where Orion seemed laid back, Max just seemed...distant. Like his sense of apathy was just too much to care. Kanoa seemed...eager...to greet him. August quirked a brow and gave a small grin. Cute.
As Kanoa started the meeting, August leaned back on the desk, still sitting cross legged on the top, as she listened. The first boy mentioned telekinesis. Manipulation of electrical fields? Magnetism? Ooky spooky spirit arm grabber thing? Hard to say. Her eyes moved now to the quiet boy who had decided to talk to himself and whom Kanoa decided a piece of paper would solve the problems. Homeopathy? Oh wait, occult. August needed to get out of her logical mindset for this crowd. Especially when Jackson grew a third arm and pulled a freaking chair across the room. This caused August to sit upright almost immediately, eyes wide.
"Oh RADICAL! Oh crap, did I just use a seriously old term for that? Ugh, I gotta stop watching old movies while I work. Still, that was cool! Oh, I guess I'll go next? I'm August Battaglia, or Batty as Oreo here seems to prefer."
August pat Ellis on the head before continuing.
"Uhhh, if you all remember the power going out in the school about three days ago, that was me. And the power outage in the town about two weeks ago? Me also. I guess if we're being totally upfront and forward about all this, well, I died. For 4 seconds, I was legally dead, and I was resuscitated."
It felt...weird talking about it out loud. Still, couldn't be worse than ghost arms, so in for a penny in for a pound.
"Unlike having something useful like floating cupcakes towards me or pulling chairs out from under others, I...feel things. Things left behind by others, things that kinda fill an area. Emotions, feelings. Hard to explain, like...residual feelings and thhhhings. Look I don't fully understand it myself, but basically I can feel the emotions left behind in places or objects. I think. Sorta. Yeah. We'll go with that."
Satisfied that she made perfect sense, August gave a wave and folded her hands in her lap, grinning wide at the assembled students. Nailed it!</s> |
<|description|>August Battaglia
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Personality: August is easily excited and gets caught up in the heat of the moment frequently. Passionate and always thinking at a breakneck pace, it's amazing she hasn't gone insane or gotten herself killed. A hopeless romantic with an overpowering logical streak, she's broken more than a few hearts in her life, both boys and girls. Her train of thought, sometimes, makes little to no sense when she's in one of her brainstorms. She's deathly afraid of drowning, and cannot swim. It is exceptionally hard for her to not tinker with something and try to modify, streamline, fix, or enhance it, often with disastrous results.
Appearance: Despite standing at a minimal 5', August is hard to miss. She has wild, vibrant red hair reaching down to her hips, often braided or tied back in intricate designs meant to control it's inevitable frazzles, frizzles, and tangles, but still make it presentable. Sharp green eyes stare over thin circular glasses in silver frames, sitting atop a perky nose. Her lips seem to almost always be pouting, except when they're being bitten in concentration. Often wears simple sweaters with jeans and brightly colored shoes of some sort, her favorite having a nebula painted across the top, alongside a worn beanie with googly eyes sewn onto it, looking like some kind of blob monster eating the top of her head. Weighing in at around 105 lbs, her figure is incredibly modest, with no chest or behind to really speak of. Her voice tends to squeak and crack when it hits a certain volume, especially when frustrated or annoyed, or when she inevitably gets shocked by one of her quick-fixed electronics.
Tether: A near death experience has made August not only more appreciative of life, but also brought her closer to the spirit world. Something came back with her from the other side, and though she doesn't fully understand it, she's desperate to learn all she can about it.
Ability: Empathy - August can read emotions in a given area or object. The stronger the emotion at the time, the easier they are to read. Complex or convoluted emotions, or areas with many different emotions, are jumbled and wild, something akin to a kaleidoscope in her head where she can't settle on one before another shoves it's way in. Particularly powerful emotions, like trauma, can give her headaches and leave her dazed or confused. This can't be used to read emotions in living people.
Talents:
Electronic Repairs - There are few electrical systems that can stay broken under August's fingers. Broken radios, flashlights, fuses, she can fix or at least temporarily jerry-rig almost anything that has wires and a current.
Hotwire - A part of her life she'd rather forget, though definitely a useful skill to have, if she can get into a car, she can make it drive, keys or not.
Recent history: August is a bit of an odd duck in Oakenheim. Shipped to the town suddenly to stay with her brother due to "legal issues", the girl has made a name for herself by "fixing" things that were never broken. Locations the locals actively avoid she seeks out with great zeal, mostly for disappointing results, but occasionally it pays off. She's often seen at night riding her bike to some new location or off into the woods. The local sheriff makes it a habit of picking her up on sight during these runs, since her brother almost never knows about them, and they often end with the power in the town going out from her tinkering.</s>
<|message|>John Maxwell
"That's fair enough I suppose," Maxwell responded without much enthusiasm. For a moment he was sure that he had caught a trace of something in Kanoa's expression when she looked at him but he made little of it. He was bad at that kind of thing to begin with so he had probably imagined it. But her comment about the gardening club. Was that a joke? Probably. But if not it might be something worth investigating in his own time. "Right," he responded simply, following after her as she led them into the forest. For some reason he felt a little ill at ease but he had no idea why. His revere was broken when Kanoa asked a surprisingly curious question.
"Kitsune?" Maxwell said aloud, as if he had never heard of such a thing. In fact the truth was the opposite. He had simply been surprised to hear the word, out here in a forest in the heart of backwater Maine. In truth he actually knew a little about them, the mythology and the origin of the name. His father was a supernatural buff and fiction author to boot after all. He also collected crap like that. Maxwell for his part had never really been interested in that kind of stuff. Not until recently anyway.
"Really, that's what comes to mind?" Maxwell had no words to describe just how creepy Mary had sounded. He sighed and shook his head. He had to agree with Augusts take on the whole situation. They were all on the wrong side on the weirdness scale for anyone to be throwing around comments like that. Despite himself he actually smiled and laughed to himself. "And what, you really think that if anyone was going to be doing the killing of nubile young teens it would be Kanoa? I can think of much better better candidates," he said with some levity looking directly at Mary.
It then that Kanoa tried to explain the logic behind the reasoning that she was basing her conclusions upon. Maxwell was suddenly a lot less at ease with the whole situation. He had assumed that she was working with something a little more...ironclad than pure speculation. "Tried to hypnotise you, huh?" he said with no apparent emotion. He really should have just walked away right at that moment and forgotten all of this madness. "So why couldn't it?" he said more to himself than to Kanoa.
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When they arrived at their apparent destination Maxwell found himself not sure what to say exactly. What exactly had he been expecting? Maxwell had to admit that if nothing else the building really fit the bill. Located deep in the forest. Hard to see among the trees. Or was it a tree that looked like a house. It wasn't like he had been expecting something normal like a wood cabin or a tent but still this was something else. He sighed at Kanoa's apparent lack of a sense of danger, yet found himself following immediately after her into the house. House tree? Tree house?
It was dim inside, lit by a glowing fire off to one side of the room, instruments of varying varieties scattered about a table. Clearly someone lived here. The fire suggested that until recently someone had even been here. Or still was here. Yet for some reason he was not as scared as he knew he ought to be. He walked over to the instruments and picked up what he believed to be a violin. He made no attempt to play it and instead turned it over curiously in his hands. Seemed pretty unremarkable. He turned his eyes toward the door way into the next room. "So what do we do now?" he asked seriously.</s>
<|message|>Jackson DuCarthy
Jackson shrugged at Kanoa's response, as that really didn't explain anything. He got that it moved, by why to Maine of all places. Seems like ab awful long way to go, even if they did use some sort of spiritual transportation. He spared a glance at Orion and some new guy as they came over.
'You should take that knife and-' Aphosis began his usual schtick with torture and death and mutilation, to which Jackson tuned out with a steady train of 'Shut up' thoughts. This kind of thing would terrifying, if he wasn't dealing with it on a near constant basis. He was pretty sure he could watch a grisky chainsaw massacre happen ih front of his eyes, and only be slighty perturbed by it, that was how desensitized to violence he'd become.
"Nothing much Orion, just discussed the likelyhood of Kanoa leading us to our doom, then eating our, how did you put it Mary, 'nubile teen bodies' or something like that. Can someone tell me the hell that even means, nubile that is." Jackson response was a little harsh in tone, but his lack of sleep, his irritation at having to get up so early(he wasn't a morning person), and dealing with the psycho spirit in his head made him rather grouchy.
(Time skip to Cabin)
"You know, Mary's theroy is a lot less crazy sounding now that we're actually here." Jackson couldn't help but comment as they approached the cabin, his eyes roaming over the building unimpressedly. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it wasn't this. "I say-" He began, only to cut himself off as Aphosis spoke up in his head again.
'What a nice location for such a thing, I say you start eating the one who just arrived, his confusion and fear will mix quite well together, then-'
"Oh my fucking god, will you just shut up already!" Jackson exclaimed in annoyance as he began to pace around. "Every second, of every minute, of every day you've been talking non-stop about how to kill people violently, how to torture people brutally, and tell me over and over to kil everyone I meet. At first, this was terrifying,But only now am cI realizing just how fucking annoying you are. Can you please shut and give me just 5 minutes of uninterrupted mental silence." When he heard no response,he gave a sigh of relief. . . which he quickly swallowed when he remembered he was in front of other people.
"Oh, uh, non of thatnwas directed at you guys it was just, you know." Jackson tapped his head, but his flocked ti Daniel, the new one here that hadn't been at the classroom, thus missing his demonstration. 'Oh well, I'll explain it to him later if I have to.'
"Soooooooo, we going down the fox-hole or what?" Jackson chose to sit down, acting like his momentary lapse in sanity never happened.</s>
| <|message|>August Battaglia
"I have usual methods?"
About eight examples popped into August's head, but she suppressed the urge to explain herself. No point. Kanoa had already changed subject, talking about foxes and hypnotism. The red head began to wonder quite heavily if she had accidentally joined a group of asylum escapees trying to pass as high school students. Hypnotism. August stroked her chin a moment at the concept, giving a quirk of her lips as Maxwell voiced the word in a tone that suggested he was on the same page as the red head. Disbelief. Hypnotism supposedly only worked if the subject was willing to believe it was possible. The idea that it would work without the subject knowing was more subtle mental suggestion, conditioning done on a subconscious level so the subject reacts instinctively, not cognitively. Course, this didn't apply to spirits she supposed. The idea that Kanoa knew the spirit was trying to do so, moments before Raven had arrived, presented several problems. How would she know what had been happening? Was Kanoa naturally resilient to this stuff due to her connection with the spirit world? Why wasn't this brought up sooner? If the spirit could hypnotize, the entire theory that they could take precautions against the shape shifter was flawed. Why bother shifting in the first place? Were they all as resistant the effects? A scary thought popped into her head as she realized that her ability probably would make her more susceptible to mental manipulation. Her empathy and ability to connect to anything or anyone would probably make her a prime target in fact. That was going to be problematic.
August snapped back to reality as she recognized the boy arriving on the scene. Sheriff's son. They had never spoken, mostly cause the few times August had seen him she was either in the back of his dad's police car or being escorted out of the police department by her brother. Still, she smiled and waved, keeping the wave going as Orion showed up and slung an arm around the boy. Maxwell mentioned Mary doing the killing of their little group. August's eyes flicked instead to Jackson.
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August was now positive that Kanoa was withholding information from the rest of them. The red head had wandered this forest multiple times, knowing most of it pretty well. She could easily keep her orientation in it. And in a short ten minute span, Kanoa had somehow found a cabin August had never seen before, and this is definitely one she would have noticed. Either Kanoa was incredibly lucky for having chosen the exact direction to head in the entire forest, or she knew where it was, or at least a general idea of where it was. The redhead hesitated as the group filtered in. First Kanoa, then Maxwell, then-
"Oh my fucking god, will you just shut up already!"
August stared as Jackson blew up on his inner voices. He ranted for a bit, then attempted to play it off like a sneeze. Coming with these people was a mistake...August began to feel a bit of panic creep up on her. And the cabin wasn't any better. Who knew what emotions lay in the building? What could a kidnapping spirit house bring? Would August even be able to comprehend them? And it's victims? Even hypnotized, there had to be emotions of fear, panic. Desperation, loneliness. The idea of walking into such a maelstrom didn't appeal to her. Sprinting away into the forest would probably be wiser. Her eyes flitted to Daniel. Suppose having the sheriff's son here would be a useful alibi if she had to explain why she killed everyone in self defense. August took a breath and entered the cabin. She tightened up instinctively as she felt the creep of foreign emotions...brush her? Her eyes opened. Comfort. That's...all she felt? Really? Nothing else, no other emotion from a shape shifting, kid hypnotizing demon spirit's hidden torture hole past a feeling of comfort and calm?
This was just...eh. Not even worth bringing up really.
"Well that's almost disappointing."
August muttered as she began to examine the room itself, making careful mental notes to stay on the opposite side of the room as Jackson. The boy's knives were way too close to his hands at all times for her to feel remotely safe around such an unstable creature. At least the cabin's pathetic residual emotions were helping her calm down. Kinda.</s> |
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